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misshoneyimhome · 6 months ago

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What think about a smut where Willy he finds out that you faked an orgasm so he gives you an experience that you won’t forget?

#slutforwilliamnylander

Oh babe! You can't just spring something like this on me - there were loads of possibilities here 🙈 And naturally, I couldn't quite make up my mind on how to approach it, so I opted for a more straightforward route - but there were countless potential outcomes here 😜

Willy would of course never let you off the hook for faking it - need I say more? - but we all know that reaching the peak isn't always a walk in the park, even for the most skilled 😉

So, having said that, I hope you find it enjoyable 🤍

Tropes & warnings; established relationship; Smut 18+; unprotected sex, cum inside, oral stimulation (f receiving), fingering, tying up, sex toy (vibrator), overstimulation, more unprotected sex (p in v), more cum inside;

Word count; 4.8K

Taglist; @couldawouldashoulda50 @findapenny @justwanderingbutneverlost @cixrosie

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Fake it till you make it I William Nylander 🖋️⚡️💦

You knew you were taking a risk as soon as you did it. You had never done it before. But tonight, just wasn’t your night, and you ended up faking an orgasm while being intimate with your boyfriend, William Nylander.

William was always amazing in bed - on the sofa, on the kitchen counter, in the shower, in the car – the list went on, but no matter where you were, he always made sure you reached climax. At least once, and preferably twice or more.

Just not tonight. Maybe you were too stressed out about work, or maybe your body and mind just weren’t in sync. But whatever the reason, you just couldn’t get there. Even though he felt so good inside you, moving at different paces as he listened to your moans, even hitting your G-spot with the tip of his cock, it still didn’t do it.

You even tried suggesting switching things up a bit – carefully not mentioning that you weren’t close – and as William took you from behind in doggy style, usually the perfect position to make you both moan loudly and climax together, it seemed that William was the only one about to come.

And at this point, you had given up on your own orgasm. If this position, with the intensity of William’s thrusts, didn’t do it for you, nothing would. So, instead, you did what you never thought you’d do with him inside you; you faked your moans louder, consciously clenched your walls around his member as a signal of your fake pending orgasm. And then, as you heard his deep groan, mixed with the words, “Fuck yes baby, I’m about to come,” you also pretended to climax.

Even after he had shot his load into your depth, you kept up the act by pretending to gasp for air as you came down from your fake high. Yet, when William then held you close as you drifted off to sleep, you couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty.

Your sex life with William had always been described with words like amazing, mind-blowing, incredible, and overwhelming. Occasionally, you even had light physical challenges after an intense night with your boyfriend – especially when he’d returned from a road trip, and you were both longing for each other’s touch. But it was always worth it.

From the very beginning, he had had a knack for navigating your body, finding the erogenous zones, and stimulating you just right. He was the first man you’d been with who took the time to find your sensitive spots and simply enjoyed your moans and small squirms when he did something just right. Whether he used his fingers, his mouth, both, or his cock, William always found ways to make you moan his name loudly, mixed with cries of pleasure as your juices covered him. And usually, he’d never be in doubt whether you’d come or not.

Of course, there were times of trial and error with positions, angles, and timing. You were both rather creative and adventurous in exploring each other and finding new ways to stimulate one another, though it wasn’t always without small challenges. Figuring out how to bend the legs without it hurting too much, avoiding gagging too hard, tying something just right – loads of things had happened over time. However, most of the time, you both managed to reach climax. Only a few times had William not been able to come, but that had just been because he was too tired after an intense match or training. And instead, he’d just focused on how many times he could make you come.

So, it was nothing but a mystery to you why you hadn’t been able to reach your high. And what surprised you even more was that William hadn’t noticed you’d been faking it. Though you never really liked the sound of your own moans, you were sure they sounded different when you faked them. Yet, it seemed your little act had convinced him.

It’s not that it hadn’t felt good. In fact, it had felt just as amazing as per usual. You could sort of feel the orgasm building up, so maybe your moans weren’t completely fake. However, you just couldn’t push yourself over the edge into that blissful state of mind. So, you settled for simple, nice stimulation, while William managed to fuck his way to his own climax.

In a way, you wanted to tell William, as you knew communication was key to incredible sex with a partner. However, you feared he might be too disappointed or even annoyed with you for not saying anything in the moment. And with his focus on the end of the regular season, you decided to live and let go. You convinced yourself it was just a one-off and perhaps it was better to ignore it and move on so you could enjoy the next time you and William were intimate.

Yet, that evening didn’t quite start the way it usually did.

What seemed like a regular Saturday game day against the Detroit Red Wings quickly turned into something much more sexual. While William was still completely unaware of your little act a few nights ago, you were chatting with your best friend about how to handle it.

And unbeknownst to you, your boyfriend had just returned from his morning skate in order to rest before the match. So, while you were in the kitchen, chatting away as you made pancakes for his return, he simply stopped his movements.

“I swear, it has never happened before,” you said, looking at the delicious pancake you were preparing. “I just had to fake it… I know it wasn’t the best thing to do… yeah, I know, but Willy was giving his all, and it did feel so good… I know he’s got these moves that just make me ugh… they’re so good… I know, and I still couldn’t get a fucking orgasm… I know… hmm, yeah… but I don’t want to tell him with the last few games coming up… hmm, yeah… I don’t know, it’s not like he’s bad in bed or anything… it was just one time – I’m sure it won’t happen again, right? … Yeah, maybe, I’ve been quite stressed about work… alright… yes, we’ll chat soon.” You hung up and let out a soft sigh as you prepared the next pancake.

What you didn’t know was that William had heard every bit of your conversation as he stood in the entryway. He hadn’t wanted to interrupt and instead ended up accidentally eavesdropping. But it didn’t take much to connect the dots: you’d faked an orgasm while having sex with him.

And naturally, he couldn’t accept that.

Being good in bed was something William knew he was. It wasn’t something he’d brag about, except maybe occasionally to the boys when they were chatting about girls, but he just knew he was skilled when it came to the female body.

If not, then all the girls he’d been with had been great at faking it. Including you. And to say he’d been with several women might be a bit of an understatement. Not that William necessarily used to hook up with a new girl every week, but before you came along, he had a handful of female names in his contact list that he’d bring over when he needed it.

But then he met you. Someone who caught him completely off guard, even though he didn’t think he’d be up for dating.

You simply came into his life without a warning, and almost immediately, he was intrigued by you. It started as nothing but a simple one-night stand, where you got a pretty good taste of who William Nylander was. But then the one time became two times, and then your name was added to the existing contact list.

To put it in short, you were a great match for him. You showed up when he wanted and gave him the space he needed. It was simple and uncomplicated. However, as weeks turned into months, things just kept progressing, and William suddenly found himself wanting to see you more than the other girls on his list. You were the first one he’d call or text, and to his surprise, he’d feel disappointed when you weren’t available, having to settle for someone else instead.

This though, wasn’t something he’d really experienced before. With you, he simply felt a different connection. It wasn’t just sex between the two of you; it was so much more. You would laugh, talk, and cuddle. Quickies turned into longer sessions where you’d explore different positions and angles, maybe even toys if you felt like it. Late-night sex became late-night talks, and the moments when you’d grab your things and leave turned into you staying the night and showering at his place before heading off to work in the morning.

It was simple enough.

However, with William’s demanding career and schedule, and trying to manage your own work-life balance, you knew you couldn’t keep going like this. Though you liked William more than anyone you’d ever liked before, you knew this casual thing wouldn’t work out in the long run.

So, you gave him a choice—something you initially weren’t too keen on doing but felt was necessary. You told him either you’d keep it to only sex and nothing more, or you’d date and explore the idea of being exclusive.

William, of course, didn’t like the idea of having to choose, but he understood your position. And being a typical guy in his mid to late twenties, his first choice was to keep it just sex so he could focus on hockey. And surprisingly enough, this arrangement worked out alright – well, at least for a few weeks.

As is common in friends-with-benefits scenarios, William realised he didn’t like the idea of you starting to see someone else. And the mere thought of not having you available if he let you go made him swiftly change his mind, so he agreed to make it exclusive.

And this turned out to be one of the best choices he’d ever made. The shift from friends with benefits to romantic lovers felt almost natural and went a lot smoother than you’d expected. So soon after, you made it official to your friends and families (who weren’t really that surprised), as well as on his social media account—which, for you, was a huge step.

But when William heard your little confession to your friend, he decided to act as cool as possible about it—because naturally, you shouldn’t get the chance to be prepared for what he suddenly had in store for you.

Instead, he used the element of surprise to his advantage and greeted you with a simple kiss as he entered the condo and found you in the kitchen, his hands resting on your hips as his lips found the crook of your neck as you’d finished your call.

“Well, hello there, mister,” you chuckled lightly, flipping over the pancake.

“Mmm, smells so good, baby—you’re spoiling me,” William mumbled into your neck, his hands still tightly on your hips.

You couldn’t help but smile. “Of course, you deserve nothing less.”

“Yeah, because you faked it the other night…” William thought, yet he kept that to himself.

“Can’t wait, babe,” he instead simply said, before placing a kiss on the back of your head and making his way to the fridge to grab his favourite toppings.

You then flashed him a great smile, thinking everything was good and that he was just tired after his morning training. And so, you finished the last couple of pancakes before joining him at the dining table.

Yet, as the two of you enjoyed the deliciousness, you couldn’t help but sense something was off when William didn’t talk much. Usually, he’d praise you a lot more for making him pancakes without him asking for it. And though he knew you could have just made them as a gesture before the playoffs, he seemed to sense that you did it out of guilt.

And he wasn’t completely wrong. Even though you didn’t realise he was onto you, you made an effort to put him in a good mood before tonight's game by playing your best cards. But William had something else on his mind. He felt like you had deceived him, and he couldn’t just head off to the game tonight without making sure you had learned your lesson.

So, after you both finished the pancakes and tidied the table, you would have expected him to go for his usual afternoon nap, yet, to your great surprise, he simply walked slowly towards you as you stood by the dining table.

"What’s up, Willy?" You asked with curiosity as his grin widened. But he didn’t reply. Instead, he gently lifted you to sit on the table, and hooked two fingers under the hem of your comfy shorts as well as knickers, before tucking them down as he knelt before you.

Helping him by lifting yourself a little, you couldn’t help but smile as you anticipated what he was about to do. William was certainly skilled in the art of oral pleasure, and you never missed an opportunity to let him indulge in your core. And given that this particular scenario before a match wasn’t entirely uncommon, you simply relaxed into his movements, leaning back on the table as he positioned himself before you, lifting your legs over his shoulders while he kissed his way up your inner thighs.

Soft moans escaped your lips as he drew closer and closer to your most sensitive area. And as soon as his expert mouth made contact with your delicate flesh, you couldn’t help but let out a louder moan, tilting your head back and closing your eyes, while running your hand through his hair.

"Oh yes, Willy!" you moaned breathlessly, feeling arousal starting to pulse through your body and mind.

You could almost sense William smirking against your throbbing centre as he wrapped his arms around your thighs, keeping your hips in place as they occasionally lifted upwards in response to his ministrations.

It was sheer bliss as he sucked and licked your core, his tongue alternating between flicking your sensitive clit and delving into your entrance. He simply showed no restraint.

William’s aim was solely to make you squirm under his touch, to elicit louder and louder moans as he drove you closer to orgasm. And he could already sense it when your thighs pressed against him, your fingers tugging at his hair, your heels digging into his back, and your breath becoming rapid.

But as you quickly neared climax, he abruptly stopped and withdrew from your warmth.

"What—?" you panted, swiftly opening your eyes to find a thoroughly satisfied boyfriend before you. "Willy?" you asked, still bewildered by his sudden halt.

But William's plan had worked perfectly. And with a giant smirk, he slowly hovered over you, coming intensely close to your ear so you could feel his hot breath and smell your own juices on his glistening lips and beard.

"Not so fun to be teased, huh?" he chuckled darkly, pulling back gently to meet your gaze. His pupils dilated, his grin wide and almost devilish as he growled deeply. "Yeah, I know about your little act the other night... You think you can fake it with me? Hmm, I think I'll have to teach you a lesson and make sure it never happens again."

You were left utterly baffled, in disbelief. You knew William possessed a dominant character, especially in the bedroom, but you had never heard him growl like that. And never before had he denied you an orgasm in such a manner. He had skilfully brought you to the brink of climax faster than ever before, only to leave you hanging, without release, and simply strutted off to his match.

"That motherf-..." you muttered under your breath, still lying on the table while William busied himself getting ready for the arena.

Normally, he wouldn’t be in such a rush to leave, as he was usually the last to arrive. But today was entirely different, and a giant smirk was plastered across his handsome face as he left you high and dry – well, more accurately, almost high and definitely wet.

The match against the Red Wings didn’t end well for the Leafs, unfortunately. Despite all the players giving their all, the result was a disappointing 5-4 victory for Detroit.

And with the intense match, packed with power plays, penalties, hits, and more, you assumed William had long forgotten about the little encounter the two of you had before he left for tonight’s game. Even you had nearly forgotten about it as you felt the rush of adrenaline while watching from the side-line.

However, to your surprise, the loss only seemed to fuel William's inner fire even more. And as he quickly whisked you away from the hallway, almost interrupting your conversation with Sanna, he grabbed your hand and led you to the car park.

"Willy, slow down," you tried to say as you hurried to keep up with his pace. But your boyfriend had no intention of slowing down. And as you sat in the car, ready to head home, he simply gave you a dark, stern look while biting his lower lip.

"You don’t get to tell me what to do, baby... I'll be the one to tell you."

His words were simple, yet his voice dripped with raw desire and pure lust. It was a side of him you hadn’t truly experienced before, only catching glimpses of it after an intense night. But tonight, it seemed like you were getting the full show. And you couldn’t help but feel your arousal building at the mere thought of what he might do to you.

However, you shouldn’t get too excited just yet. William had already started the game by teasing you earlier, and you sensed he was still up to no good. So, as he navigated through the streets of Toronto, you tried to control your breathing and relax as much as possible.

You were nothing but curious to find out more about his plan, and fortunately, you didn’t have to wait long. As soon as you entered the lift taking you to one of the high floors, William pinned your hands above your head, pressing you against the wall as his lips crashed onto yours.

His tongue forcefully pressed against your lips, seeking entrance, and you immediately obliged, letting his tongue explore yours. It was already incredibly hot and steamy, and you hadn’t even reached the apartment yet.

And as soon as you reached the floor, William left you breathless, before he dragged you to the front door of the condo, where he simply threw you over his shoulder, giving your arse a quick, hard slap before he carried you to the bedroom, where he tossed you onto the mattress.

“So, you think you can fake an orgasm?” he chuckled darkly, untying his tie with a smirk spreading across his face.

Though you couldn’t help but smile a little, gazing up at him with pressed lips, you shook your head. Leaning back on your arms for support, your eyes followed his every move as he undressed down to his boxers, still grinning before he knelt onto the bed.

“So, you didn’t fake it?” he inquired with a cocked brow as he crawled closer, his movements naturally spreading your legs. Then leaning over your body, placing an arm on each side, he gently forced you to lie down on your back.

And this time, you nodded. “I did…” you admitted in a light whisper, trying your best to suppress a smile.

“Hmm,” William merely groaned. “I guess we’ll have to make up for it then.”

You knew William wasn't exactly Christian Grey, or any other extreme dom. For the two of you, it was usually more about fun and play rather than something serious and structured. And though he had a naturally dominant character, you were equals in bed, often smiling and giggling as you pleased each other.

So, when he said he wanted to teach you a lesson, you knew it was more of a playful tease than an actual reprimand.

“Stay still,” he then simply commanded before crawling back, leaning down to reach for his tie. Of course, you complied, curious to see what he had in mind. And as he then came back and placed your hands above your head, doing his best to tie the fabric around your wrists and connect them to the headboard, you felt an exciting sensation coursing through you.

“Be a good girl for me.”

His commands were simple, and you knew better than to misbehave. Instead, you wanted to play along to ensure both of you felt pleased. And as you remain in position, William slowly began to undress you, removing your jeans, socks, and then your bottoms, leaving you in just your jersey, proudly displaying his last name and number – which he seemed to enjoy a little too much.

With your core fully exposed to him, you couldn’t help but let out a light gasp as you felt the cool air brush against your sensitive area. Especially when William carefully ran his larger hands over your thighs, spreading your legs wider to give him the perfect view of your cunt.

“Mmm, yes… and it’s all mine,” he muttered under his breath as he slowly let his fingers draw closer, gently sliding them between your folds, feeling your wetness.

“Oh Willy…” you moaned softly as he brushed over your clit, sending waves of pleasure through you.

“You like that, baby?”

Of course, you did. William was incredibly skilled at pleasuring you, and he knew it. So, you simply nodded, keeping your hands in place as your eyes followed his movements and you bit your lip. “Mmm, yes…” a soft whimper escaped you. It was almost embarrassing how needy you sounded, but you couldn’t help it. William had you completely under his control, and your body was his to use.

As he then pressed a finger against your entrance, you let out another soft moan.

“So wet already? We haven’t even started,” William chuckled as he easily slid his middle finger inside you, feeling how wet you were for him as he gently massaged your inner walls.

“Mmm yes… just for you,” you moaned, feeling the pleasure slowly building within you as he curled his finger at just the right angle.

“That’s it, baby... all for me,” he growled once more, adding another finger and stretching you a little further as he pumped his digits in and out. “Is this what you want? Will this make you come?”

His questions were somewhat rhetorical, but you couldn’t help but nod in response. Meanwhile, the wet sounds of his fingers working inside you only spurred him on further. William knew your body well, and this was definitely a good sign.

So, curling his fingers at just the right angle to find that particularly sensitive spot, he increased his speed and force, fingering you with the sole mission of pushing you closer to orgasm.

And he was succeeding. With your hands tied firmly above your head, you couldn’t help but let the pleasure consume you, surrendering to his touch as you closed your eyes and allowed your mind to drift freely, embracing the approaching climax and the euphoria that followed.

“Yes, Willy… yes…”

And just like that, you let out a louder moan as he pushed you over the edge into a blissful high. Bucking your hips upwards, arching your back, and tilting your head backwards as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, you surrendered to the ecstasy.

Reaching the peak was nothing short of amazing, yet as you slowly calmed from the high and opened your eyes, you were met with a thoroughly satisfied William before you.

“Was that good?” he chuckled, prompting another nod from you. “Well, then I guess we’ll have to do it again then.”

You understood William’s mission. Since you’d faked one orgasm, he was determined to see how many more he could elicit from you. And this was just the beginning of many more to come.

The next one came from something entirely different: namely a vibrator. Though William wasn’t usually one to incorporate toys into your intimacy, tonight seemed like the perfect opportunity to change that.

“So, you couldn’t come from me fucking you, huh? But maybe you could with this?” he said as he knelt between your legs once more, bringing the buzzing toy closer to your heat. And quickly a cry of pleasure escaped your lips as the vibrating sensation made contact with your sensitive flesh.

“Oh yes…” you moaned louder this time, your legs almost trembling as he dragged the toy against your folds and clit, bringing you even closer to your second climax by every movement. And with your hands tucking on the fabric above your head, you couldn’t do anything but let him play with you.

However, as much as William enjoyed your whimpers and cries beneath him, he found even greater pleasure in hearing you moan out his name when you reached your peak. So, he didn’t delay in allowing you to reach your orgasm. And seeing the wetness he was creating between your legs, the sheets completely soaked from your juices, filled him with satisfaction.

“You’re so fucking hot, baby,” he breathed deeply before leaning down to forcefully capture your lips, stealing away all your breath as he kept the toy against your heat.

But it became too overwhelming. And upon reaching your third orgasm quickly after, you let out another soft cry. “Please, Willy…” you pleaded in a whisper. “I want you…”

And that was all the encouragement he needed to toss the vibrator across the room, swiftly removing his last piece of clothing and freeing his incredibly hard and throbbing cock.

Then moving into the missionary position once more, he leaned in close to your ear. “You want me?” he growled once again, his member pressing against your core as the tip teasingly brushed against you.

“Yes, Willy… please... fuck me.”

And your words spurred him to thrust himself entirely into your depths with one forceful movement, eliciting a loud moan from you.

“Fuck!” you almost screamed as he hit the deepest parts inside you.

But that only drove William wilder. Feeling his own urgent need for release, he swiftly picked up the pace, pounding into you with vigorous motions, stimulating your walls with each movement.

“Shit, yes, baby,” he moaned in sync with you, your breaths mixing in the close distance as he thrusted mercilessly.

It was almost too much for you to handle. Your arms above you felt sore, and your lower body was close to going numb from the intensity. However, your mind was completely immersed in a euphoric haze as William brought you to your fourth and probably most intense orgasm.

You couldn’t even warn him about it. However, he knew by the way your eyes remained closed, your head sinking into the mattress, your breaths becoming incoherent, and your muscles tightening around him. And this time, William was sure it wasn’t fake.

Mixed with beads of sweat on your skins, caused by the intense activity, he could almost feel himself being soaked by your essence as he continued to pound into you. And with your loud moans echoing through the room, coupled with the sound of skin colliding, William then pushed himself closer to his own release. With a deep grunt, he finally reached his much-desired climax, releasing strings of cum deep inside you.

The air felt thick and heavy as you both gasped for breath, slowly coming down from the pleasure-induced high and regaining strength in your bodies. With slow and gentle movements, William managed to untie your hands from the knot.

He wanted to hold you close, and you wanted the same. However, with the heat radiating from both of you, you simply rested next to each other, turning your heads to share wide smiles.

“So,” William breathed, turning his body to lean on his arm and elbow. “Just to make sure... this wasn’t fake, was it?”

You couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle, turning to face him with a cocky grin. “Hmm... I’m not sure,” you teased, prompting William's signature laughter.

“Well, in that case,” he smirked once again, positioning himself on top of you and causing you to roll onto your back. “Maybe we should do it again... just to be sure.”

You knew he was teasing, yet the devilish glint in his eye had you doubting. And with your body already sore and overstimulated, you knew what the sensible answer should be. However, as the playful banter between you two was a never-ending game, you couldn’t resist the challenge.

“Maybe we should.”

Did you immediately regret it? Perhaps. But did you end up experiencing two more intense orgasms? Yes, indeed you did.

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neteyamssyulang · 1 year ago

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In Public

Day 13

Pairing: Neteyam aged up x Fem Tawtute reader

-Continued from day 9

Summary: The morning after you woke up with Neteyam you didn’t expect what was to happen next with him.

Warnings: Dom Neteyam, Sub reader, P in V, Creampie, Cockwarming, In public ofc.

Word count: 1158

Translation(s): Paskalin -> Sweet berry, Sari -> Seeds, Dinicthoid -> Fish/Prized food for na’vi.

A/N: I just love Neteyam <3

Tags: @pandoraslxna @teyamsatan @shadowmoonlight0604 @eyweveng <3

Morning comes all too quickly shining through slits in the hut. Jake is the first to wake up, taking his time he takes up all the kids but notices Neteyam is missing.

He walks over to where you were sleeping and quietly opened the privacy screen only to see his son and you cuddling.

Somehow in the middle of the night you both shifted so your now sleeping on your side with your bestfriend spooning you from behind .

The olo’eyktan quickly moves to wake his wife, Neytiri goes to say something as her mate rude woke her up but he shushes her and points to where you and their son are sleeping.

Neytiri smiles as she’s always wanted you and her son to end up together, sure it wasn’t common for a Na’vi to have a human mate but if that’s what the great mother wanted so be it.

After all she had no issue with it and neither did Jake, soon enough Kiri and Lo’ak get curious on what’s happening, they follow their parents gaze landing on your sleeping forms.

They all chuckle softly before leaving to go get breakfast. Neytiri had to carry Tuk since she refused to walk still being tired.

A little while after they left you were the first to wake, memories of last night flash through your mind making you smile.

Somehow you manage to turn in his arms so your now facing the beautiful man infront of you. You begin peppering his face in loving kisses watching as his eyes start to flutter open.

“Good morning ma’ y/n” he says then gives you a short kiss before sitting up rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“Good morning, did you sleep well?” You asked while sitting up yourself stretching. “Very well thank you, did you?”

“I slept better than I have in ages.” The na’vi smiles at your words standing up and leans down to pick you up.

Giggling you wrap your arms around his neck “Teyam I can walk myself you know.” A deep chuckle rumbles through him “Oh? Can you now?”

He places you down and immediately your legs give out, Neteyam luckily catches you and picks you up again grinning.

“Fuck you” you roll your eyes. The man laughs “You did, and I must’ve done a pretty good job.” Playfully you smack his chest as he carry’s you walking to communal breakfast.

Once arriving he locates his family placing you down next to Lo’ak before going and getting you both some food. You never get your own bowl you always share with him, it’s how it’s always been.

He finally comes back with a bowl filled with slices of yovo fruit, some Sari and roasted Dinicthoid. Holding the bowl in one hand he lifts you in the other so your clinging onto his side.

Your bestfriend walked with you till he came across his friends sitting down next to one named Alar’at. Placing you in his lap with the bowl in hours he began making conversation with them.

You took small bites of the dinicthoid as you felt him shift behind you, about to ask what he was doing he whispered in your ear. “Be a good girl for me paskalin and stay quiet.”

After those words left his mouth you felt him ripping the back of your pants open, he moved his tewng to the side and slowly you felt his tip push past your entrance, his cock stretching you once again.

You had been like this for how many hours, even after the communal breakfast was over he wouldn’t stop talking with his friends, whether it be talking of hunting strategies or even choosing mates soon.

Neteyam knew he wanted you as his mate, you were human yes but he couldn’t see himself with anyone except for you.

It wasn’t until his other friend Arvok mentioned that Deyshana wanted to know if she could court Neteyam. Deyshana was always trying to get him but he always turned her down, she was beautiful yes but come on she was like the clan whore.

Everyone has slept with her atleast once, Neteyam included but it was only one time. Him and his father had a huge argument so he decided to go to you at the lab but you were already occupied by Lo’ak.

So when he came across Deyshana he just gave in, unlike the other males he pulled out. Ain’t no way he was going to risk her having his kid, with you though he’d happily make you round with his child.

You squirmed in his lap trying to create some friction but to no avail. He continued talking with them till they all decided to go leaving the both of you.

“Yawne that wasn’t being a very good girl of you” the na’vi tsks before rolling his hips into you making you moan.

“Guess you need a lesson little one.” Before you had the chance to respond Neteyam pulled you off his cock making you whine from the loss of him.

Your back was shoved against a tree, his lips attacking your neck leaving small love bites and hickeys as he rutted into you.

Your orgasm was building fast and he knew by the way you clenched around him. “Please ma’teyam.. can I cum?”

“Go ahead, cum for me” he whispered into your ear sending you over the edge. Your nails dug into his shoulders making him hiss snapping his hips into you.

A scream left your lips, “Quiet little one or someone will hear you”

He continues slamming inside you groaning as your gummy walls clench around him ever so deliciously. He wants, no needs to mark you as his own.

You try to speak but instead a cry leaves your lips as he thrusted hard spilling his hot load inside while sinking his fangs into your neck marking you.

Moments pass before he moves away from you neck gently lapping at the blood and slowly pulls out of you. Surprisingly none of his cum dropped out making him smirk.

Neteyam carry’s you over to a nearby lake, carefully he sets you down in the water. You let yourself relax letting him clean the both of you up.

Once that’s done the man takes you to the lab, he then takes you to your room laying you down on the soft mattress.

You know he has to leave to get ready for the 4 day hunting trip but you don’t want him to. “Stay..please..”

His heart almost breaks at your words “I wish I could yawne but I can’t, I’ll be back before you know it don’t worry.” He kissed you softly on the lips before walking out your room closing the door behind him.

Once back at the village he meets up with the rest of the hunting party, all he can think about though is you. His beautiful little tawtute.

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messrmoonyy · 2 years ago

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Come to mommy

Tess Servopoulos x Fem!reader

Prompt: this is an whole amalgamation of the absolute onslaught of Mommy!Tess requests. To name a few snippets of some of them ‘ okay but mommy tess with the strap? 👀’ , ‘ can you write Tess fucking reader over the table or the counter ‘ , ‘ mommy!tess gives off big ‘ wearing the strap under clothes ‘ energy. Do with that what you will ‘, ‘ honestly need mommy Tess to fuck me brainless ‘

A/n- first of all, everyone say thank you to my fav anon Tess thirster for bringing up the idea of Mommy!Tess and sending you all cuckoo for coco puffs. so. Ugh. Yeah. I did not realise how feral you all were for Tess with a mommy kink. Like. Holy shit. I had just, so. So. Many varying asks asking for something or other that included it so I honestly just smashed them all together into this.I only proof read this once. EDIT: this fic has been reading weird if you are viewing in app, I recommend reading on browser or over on my ao3 instead! The link is over on my masterlist

Warnings: 18+ || tess, smut; soft Dom mommy kink tess, use of sex toys ( a strap on ), fake p in v ( reader receiving ) , praise kink, overstimulation, mild dumbification, tiny bit of choking, oral ( reader receiving) , mild degradation

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The first time it happened it had been an accident.

You were a sobbing mess of a woman, shaking and sore and overstimulated beyond belief. She’d been working at you for hours. Well, that’s what it felt like at least, you’d long since passed the point of even knowing your own name never mind telling the time.

She’d gotten jealous after some nobody on your work detail had flirted with you, Taken you home and made sure you remembered exactly who you’d belonged to, her hands, her mouth, even the small selection of toys she’d scavenged over the years had made an appearance. And you were a total wreck.

And it had just… slipped out.

“ mommy please “ she’d froze, the hand currently fucking open your abused cunt with… you didn’t even know what toy it was at that point, stuttering for a moment. You hadn’t entirely even realised you’d said it, far too spaced out to process a straight thought. But Tess had processed it. She’d heard it. And Lord did she like it.

“ I know pretty girl, you’re doing so good for mommy arent you? “ she continued her prior actions, dragging the toy in and out of you at a brutal pace and eyes locked firmly on your face. Not that you could see clearly anymore, eyes blurry with tears and so drunk on the sheer presence of her “ come for mommy baby, it’s okay “

You’d never come so hard in your life you were certain of it, half hour after you were still shaking and floating. Brain on vacation somewhere sunny and warm and no longer in your body. To say it had been intense would have been an understatement.

You’d not discussed it at all afterwards. Maybe because you didn’t actually have a one hundred per cent certainty on if you’d actually even said it, or just simply imagined the whole thing.

But you had. And it had unlocked something practically primal inside your girlfriend.

She’d waited a few weeks before bringing it up again, leaving you to stew on the idea of whether or not you’d actually said it. Some internal debate on whether or not you should be embarrassed as hell or not. Was she not talking about it because she thought it was weird? Or because you’d not even said it? You didn’t know. And you weren’t about to ask her either. So you tried to forget it.

But it soon came back around.

Tess could always tell when you were in a bad mood. Granted, You weren’t exactly good at hiding it but she could read you like a book. She knew from one glance what mood you were in. But you weren’t exactly subtle about it in that moment. So you were not in a mood to talk to her that morning.

It was a rare thing for you to leave without saying goodbye, even if she was sleeping you’d shake her awake enough to drop a kiss to her lips and tell her you’d be back soon. But you’d woken up in a foul mood, whiskey hangover lingering in your skull even though you’d not drank half as much as Tess and Joel had. They could handle their drink. You couldn’t.

You’d debated staying in bed all day, but you had shit to do. So you’d reluctantly gotten up, silently changed, grabbed your bag and headed for the door. Thanking your lucky stars that Tess’ usual ability to wake up at the slightest sound was hindered when she was sleeping off an entire bottle of whiskey. So you’d scribbled a quick note and left.

The fresh morning air actually helped your head a little. October was in full effect, the air crisp and the early morning sun granting a little warmth as it cut though the fine layer of fog covering the QZ. The city air wasn’t particularly what you wanted, you wished you could be outside the wall and inhale some mildly fresher air. But you had shit to sell, and you weren’t stupid enough to go out there alone.

You started with the FEDRA officers. Knowing they were a little less dickish in the morning, not enough time for someone to have pissed them off yet. You knew who wanted what, and how much you could get for it. Knew exactly who to avoid too. Some of the guards would have arrested you on the spot, others would’ve taken far too much advantage of the fact that you were a woman. But you’d been at this for years now. You knew your clients.

So after a couple hours the pills, cigarettes and varying other stuff you’d taken out with you were gone. The space in your bag had been replaced with stacks of ration cards, ammo and a few other bits and pieces.

At least by the time you made it back to your apartment your head was much clearer, Your little hangover practically gone but still a niggling feeling of annoyance scratching at the back of your mind. The same way it had been for the last 3 weeks debating if you were gonna bring up the whole… mommy thing again. Or wait for her to. It was silly that it was still bothering you. You’d been with Tess for years, you should just talk about it.

But what was it. Maybe some sense of embarrassment that yes, it had slipped out by mistake, but it had only slipped out because you’d been thinking about it. That you’d wanted to say for ages and unfortunately in that moment you’d slipped up. Is that why Tess hadn’t brought it up? Had she thought it was weird? Had she thought talking about it would only embarrass you more?

Either way. It was pissing you off.

You unlocked the front door to find her sat at the table, looking far too alert for someone that had drank as much as she had the night before.

“ where the fuck have you been? “ she asked, eyes following you as you kicked off your shoes and headed for the kitchen.

“ working “ you said, dumping your bag on the counter and pulling the box of ration cards from your bag ready to count them. You heard the chair she was sat in scrape against the floor, the sound of her heading your way. She came up behind you, arms looping around your waist as you continued counting out your cards, her chin resting on your shoulder.

“ what’s going on? “ you didn’t answer her, counting under your breath and stacking the cards into piles “ baby “ you sighed as you lost count of the stack in your hand, her lips pressing softly against your neck distracting you immediately.

“ nothing “ you didn’t have to look at her to know she was rolling her eyes at you. You stacked the cards neatly as her arms tightened around you with a sigh, placing the cards into the box you stored them in ready to be tucked away under the floorboards again.

“ nothing “ she said, sarcasm lacing her words “ come on, tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours. Why’d you leave without waking me up? “ you sighed debating just coming out with it and asking her. But you really weren’t in the mood for that conversation.

“ I just woke up in a funny mood. I’m fine” you reached into your bag again, making a note of how many cards you had and what stock was left. Tess shifted slightly behind you, her fingers slipping under the hem of your sweater.

She was quiet for a little while, watching you jot things down until you sighed. Putting down your pen, fingers pressing at your temples as your hangover threatened to make itself known again.

“ headache? “ you nodded and she pressed a kiss to the side of your head, then trailed her lips down across your jaw, nuzzling her nose behind your ear in a way that actually made a smile tug at your lips.

You almost hated her for how simple it was for her to pull you out of a bad mood, just by being sweet on you.

“ is that a smile? “

“ no “ you felt her smile against your skin and you forced yourself to suppress your own. Just to prove a point.

“ but you look so pretty when you smile, why are you in a bad mood? “ she was kissing at your neck again, her cold fingers moving further under the warmth of your sweater “ do you need mommy to make you feel better? “ you tensed as she said it, her voice in that low sultry tone that made you wet instantly. Never mind when she was saying… that.

“ i- Tess- “ words failed you, brain short circuiting as you tried to comprehend what was going on. What she’d just said. She’d really had you worrying all this time, when she liked it? Had she been worrying too? Or had she done it purposefully, waited a while to get you wound up thinking about it ready to pull the rug from under you by dropping it so casually?

She was evil

“ is that a yes? “ the way you could feel her grinning as she pushed at the collar of your sweater to nip at the juncture where your neck met your shoulder. She grabbed a hold of your hips with her hands, pulling you back against her and you gasped at what you felt.

“ is that- “

“ answer the question “ she said, pulling at your collar again to try and find more skin to smother in kisses. You wiggled your hips, trying to determine if you really were feeling what you thought you were.

“ yes “ you breathed out, hand reaching behind you and slipping into her sweats. Your breath stuttered as your thoughts were confirmed, fingers wrapping around the warm silicone of her strap “ you’ve been waiting for me to get home? “ you turned around in her embrace, resisting the urge to moan just at the sight of her.

“ figured when you left without telling me you were in a pissy mood. Only way to fix that is to fuck you until you forget why you’re mad in the first place. Isn’t it?” Your cheeks flushed and more embarrassingly, you could feel your clit throbbing in your pants as if it had its own fucking heartbeat.

God you were fucked.

She stepped impossibly closer to you, your back pressing against the edge of the counter, fingers nudging under your chin so you’d look at her face and not down at the phallic shape between her legs.

“ and I know nothing else gets you more braindead than taking mommy’s cock, isn’t that right pretty girl? “ your brain short circuited at her words, glitching as it attempted to process what she was saying to you. Whilst looking down at you like you were tiny, vulnerable. You could already feel your brain turning to nothing but a pile of mush inside your head.

Because she was right. Of course she was. You loved nothing more than letting her mould you and use you and turn you into brainless little toy, not a single care or thought in your head. Nothing to worry about except for her. The most perfect escape.

“ yes mommy “ it came out as a whisper, your voice already starting to fail you. You were certain you caught her breath hitch as the name fell past your lips, clearly enjoying it just as much as you were.

She captured your lips suddenly, a kiss so desperate that told she really was enjoying this. Your fingers grabbed at the hem of her shirt as she kissed you, hard and bruising in a way that would leave your lips swollen when she was done with you. Not that you cared.

Her hands were pushing at the waistband of your leggings, shoving them down as far as she could without breaking her lips away from yours. She grabbed at your waist then, hoisting you up to sit on the counter and standing between your knees and pushing your leggings the rest of the way off.

You whimpered as the toy brushed over your still covered cunt, already becoming desperate for her. You pulled away from her lips, pushing her shirt up and urging her to take it off.

“ please. Wanna see you “ she let you take it off, smirking at the way you practically drooled at the sight. Your fingers ghosted over the scars and bruises that littered her chest, her ribs, her stomach. When she was feeling particularly accepting of your affections, she’d let you smother every single one with kisses. Replacing the harsh memories and the pain, with your gentle touch.

You leant forward, unable to resist the urge to touch her when she was standing so close to you. Exposed in a way only you saw. Eyes flickering up to hers, waiting for her to stop you as you took a nipple between your lips. You sighed dreamily when she didn’t tell you to stop, relishing in the joy you got any time she let you touch her. She laced a hand into your hair as you covered every inch of her that you could reach in kisses, taking the opportunity to graze your teeth over her skin and mark her how she so often marked you.

You knew any other day she’d have scolded you for it, but today she was feeling nice. Letting you get away with things you wouldn’t normally because you were in a bad mood. Or had been anyway. It was impossible to be moody when you had a woman like her half naked in front of you.

“ feeling better already? “ she asked, her voice low, tugging lightly on your hair in a way that made your scalp prickle but not enough to hurt

“ mhm “ you mumbled, happy to just sit there and keep your lips on her tits all day. But she’d never let you do that.

“ I guess you don’t want me to fuck you anymore then “ you let go of her immediately, a pout on your face.

“ no no- please “ she smiled, a smugness that was almost annoying. You looked back down between you, wrapping your fingers around the toy as if to prove your point. That you very much did want her to fuck you. God you wanted nothing more.

Her eyes were locked on your hand, watching intently as you shifted closer to the edge of the counter, as you ran the tip of her cock against your still covered cunt. You sighed softly at the small amount of relief you got at finally having some kind of contact.

“ someones eager “ she gently moved your hand away “ baby girl you’re wet for me already? “ your cheeks flushed pink, squirming on the counter under her gaze. Her fingers brushed over the wet spot on your underwear and you let out a shaky breath “ what does my pretty girl want? “ she asked, pushing your underwear to the side, too impatient to even bother taking them off.

“ need you to fuck me “ you whispered, watching with blown out eyes as she spit onto her fingers, rubbing her hand over the toy in a way that shouldn’t have made your cunt throb the way it did “ god. Please “ you whined “ please mommy “ you sounded pathetic. Desperate.

“ shh baby I know, I know. Mommy’s gonna make you feel better “ she cooed, one hand grabbing onto your hip and the other pressing her cock against your clenching hole. You whimpered as she pushed in, adding inch after inch until she was flush against you “ such a good girl, look at you taking every inch of mommy’s cock “ you looked down at where your two bodies met, marvelling at the way you managed to take the whole length of her.

You eyes fell closed, trying to make your brain think a single tangible thought. But all you could think about was how full you felt. How deep she seemed to be inside of you, your walls clenching around the silicone.

“ fuck “ you breathed out as she started moving, her movements proving she was just as eager as you seemed to be. You wrapped your legs around her waist to keep her as close and deep as you could get her, nails digging into her shoulder as she drew a string of lewd sounds from your mouth.

“ that’s it baby, taking me so well “ you forced your eyes back open, locking them on hers as she fucked into you an increasingly brutal pace “ you like that, hmm? Like it when mommy fucks you like a little slut? “ you couldn’t answer her, high pitched moans the only thing leaving your throat. Her hand slipped around to the nape of your neck to keep you looking at her “ answer me “

“ yes “ you said breathless, forehead dropping onto hers for a moment. She was hitting the perfect spot with every thrust of her hips, pushing you closer and closer to the edge with every bruising move. It had only been a few minutes and you already were creeping closer by the moment.

You didn’t know what was more addictive, the look on her face as she slowly worked away any remains of your bad mood, or the feel of the tip of her cock as it brushed over the spot that made you see stars over and over again. In the past, with your ex, you’d found it incredibly difficult to come. So the way Tess could have you there with such ease baffled you every time.

“ fuck it’s so good “ she smirked at you as you tightened your legs around her waist, clinging onto her for dear life as you tried to stave your orgasm off. Not wanting it to be over yet. But she knew you too well.

“ already baby? “ you shook your head and tried to focus on keeping it away. But all you could think about was the stretch of your cunt, the pressure of her fingers on your hips. She’d pushed you into that far off space in your head, where your mind drifted and you didn’t have a full control over your body. It didn’t take much anymore.

“ don’t stop “ you begged, letting yourself drift further and further into your own head, arousal clouding your thoughts.

“ look so pretty when you’re taking cock baby” she said, breathless, that smug grin still plastered on her face “ taking it so fucking well for me “ you were reaching a point where it felt impossible to hold on any longer, your orgasm so close you could taste it. Silently you begged she wouldn’t make you hold it off, wouldn’t be her usual mean self and edge you for hours.

But it was like she read your mind.

“ I won’t make you beg baby it’s okay, come for mommy. Show me how pretty you look when you come on my cock “ her filthy words were the final piece of momentum you needed, eyes screwing shut as your first orgasm hit you like a freight train, cunt squeezing around the thick silicone buried inside of you “ that’s my girl, that’s it “ she said a softly, slowing her movements until she came to a stop.

You leant your head back against the wall behind you, trying to catch your breath. Your mind wasn’t your own, far off somewhere leaving you with no control over your own body. Brainless, unable to form a single thought other than Tess.

She pressed kisses across the damp skin of your neck. You pulled weakly at the hem of your sweater, too hot to leave it on any longer. She gently pushed your hands away and took it in her own hands “ i got you baby girl “ she said softly, pulling it over your head before going back to trailing kisses across your skin. You arched into her touch as she pulled at the cups of your bra, kissing at your neck as she squeezed your tit in her hand. You moaned as her thumb brushed over your sensitive nipple, cunt fluttering around the toy that was still buried inside of you “ was that good baby? “

“ yes mommy “ you sighed, eyes closing again as she grazed her teeth across your neck.

“ can you give me one more baby? Mommy wants one more “ as the afterglow began to lift you gave her a nod, opening your eyes again to look at her “ that’s my girl “ you whined as she let you go and she pressed a soft kiss to your lips to silence you. You winced as she slipped out of you, feeling too empty without her there “ can you stand pretty girl? “ your legs felt like jelly but you gave it a try anyway.

She held your waist as you slipped off the counter, grabbing onto her arms to keep yourself steady for a moment. She finally helped you out of your soaked underwear, then took your face in her hands once you got your balance, brushing her lips over yours for a moment before kissing you. You melted into her, hands wrapping around her wrists to keep her there. It was so unbelievably gentle compared to the way she had just fucked you. It always baffled you how quickly she could switch between the two.

The way her body pressed against yours had you getting worked up again embarrassingly easy, squeezing your thighs together in an attempt to find some relief. She noticed your squirming, reluctantly pulling away from you and glancing down at the way you were squirming around.

“ aw baby girl “ she cooed, reaching down to cup your sticky cunt with her hand. You whimpered at the touch, hiding your face in her neck in some desperate attempt to be closer to her. She pressed a kiss to the side of your head and you just thanked your lucky stars that she was being nice to you today. Granting you the chance to come without begging, even wanting you to go a second time and not spend hours edging you until you sobbed.

“ mommy “ you whimpered into her neck, nuzzling your nose against her. Her other hand cradled the back of your head as she pushed a finger between your swollen, sticky lips.

“ I know baby I know “ she gently circled your clit as you whimpered against her skin, gripping onto her bicep “ so needy huh? “ you hummed an answer as she kept up her gentle pace on your clit. She loved it when you were like that. Desperate to be close to her, clingy and needy. You wrapped your hand around her wrist, trying to urge her to give you a little more. As if she hadn’t just fucked life out of you once already “ turn around for me baby “ she said after a few moments. You reluctantly let her go, turning around as she gently pushed at your back “ that’s my girl, just like that you got it “ your breath hitched as you felt her brush the tip of her cock between your sensitive folds, gasping when she caught your clit.

“ please “ you said, voice quieter than you’d expected. But she heard you anyway.

“ so fuckin needy “ she said, hand sliding down over your waist to your hip and squeezing lightly “ don’t worry baby. Told you. I got you “

You whimpered as she re entered your over sensitive cunt in one smooth thrust, giving you a moment before settling herself into a steady rhythm again. She was slower this time, but just as deep. Just as bruising. And you knew you wouldn’t last long at all.

Your brain was shattered. A pile of broken, useless mush rattling around inside your skull. Able to think of nothing but the feeling of the heavy silicone dragging against your tender walls, Tess’ fingers pressing at the flesh on your hips, the obscene wet sounds your body made as she used you. Tess.

You gripped onto the edge of the counter as her hips snapped against your ass with every thrust she made, knuckles blanching with how tightly you were holding on.

“ fuck baby you look so pretty like this “ she gripped tighter to your hips, pulling you back as she fucked you harder “ doing so well “ she praised, earning another whine of an answer from you as you relished in the words that left her lips “ taking mommy’s cock so well baby. Such a good girl for me “ her words shouldn’t have made your cunt flutter the way it did, words so filthy but said with such a gentle tone.

Your legs were shaking and you were almost afraid your knees would buckle beneath you, especially once your already looming orgasm hit you.

“ I need- I’m gonna- mommy “ you were far too deep inside your own head to form a coherent sentence. But she understood. She looped an arm under your waist and pulled you back up against her, your head falling back onto her shoulder.

“ want to come for me baby? Gonna come on mommy’s cock again? “ you nodded, unable to keep your eyes open anymore. The new angle was almost too much, the way she fucked up into you making your vision blur, hitting a spot you didn’t even know existed. Her fingers wrapped lightly around your throat, squeezing gently “ god look at you “ she breathed out “ mommy’s braindead little slut huh? “

And with that you were gone. The lack of oxygen reaching your already useless brain made it somehow more intense than the first. Your eyes rolling back as your whole body shook, trembling as you came for a second time.

“ that’s it. That’s my girl, there you go “ if it wasn’t for her arms around you you were certain you’d have fallen. Your body didn’t feel like your own anymore. Your bones made of jelly, your mind blank of anything but the woman who still had her cock buried in your aching cunt “ I want one more “ she said softly by your ear, nuzzling her nose against your cheek “ one more pretty girl. I know you can give mommy one more, can’t you? “ you weren’t entirely sure you could. You didn’t think in that moment you could even recite your full name, your legs were useless, your brain was gone. She’d done as she always did, turned you into a wreck.

“ I don’t- fuck “

“ you can take it baby girl, I know you can. Hmm? “ as much as your body felt done, you were actually curious if she could draw another orgasm out of you. It had been a while since she’d kept you going that long.

So you nodded, trying to steady your breathing.

“ that’s my special girl “ to your relief she scooped you up into her arms, carrying you over to your bed and laying you down. Thankful that she wasn’t going to make you try and stand any longer. You watched through half open eyes as she rid herself of her strap, climbing on top of you and pressing a kiss to your cheek and then your lips “ you’re doing so fucking well baby “

“ thank you mommy “ you whispered and smiled up at her, keening at the praise and sighing as she started trailing kisses down your body. She took her time, kissing along your neck, your collarbones. Take extra time to toy with your nipples and lick at the underside of your tits in a way that made your cheeks burn. She carried on further, lips trailing over your tummy and thighs. She gently nudged your legs apart, soothing her hands over your still trembling legs.

“ you gonna be a good girl for me and give me one more? “ you gave a small nod, lifting your hips off of the mattress to urge her to move. She gave a small laugh, patting your thigh lightly before dropping a gentle kiss to your cunt “ okay pretty girl, I got you “

It bordered on a little too much as her tongue made contact with your swollen clit, still sensitive from your previous two orgasms. She was the most gentle she’d been since you’d started, small gentle licks from your clit down to your abused hole.

You looked down at her, watching as she slipped her other hand down between her body and the bed. If she hadn’t wrecked you so much you’d have begged her to let you help her. But you knew in that moment she wouldn’t let you. And you were okay with that. Watching her devour your cunt, whilst toying with her own clit was enough to make you drool.

“ fuck “ you whimpered at the sight, feeling her smile against you as she suckled at your clit. Your skin prickled with goosebumps as she worked you towards the edge again. Your nerves were frayed, every single one buzzing from the never ending stream of pleasure you were being gifted.

Watching her hand pick up speed made you want to force your exhausted body to move and replace her hand with your own. It made your entire body blossom with warmth that she was so turned on without having even being touched by you. That fucking you, watching you, touching you, was enough to have her chasing her own orgasm.

As your back arched off the bed, orgasm number three wracking your body, you felt her hand tighten its grip on your thigh. A stuttering breath leaving her as her own climax peaked. You forced your head up to watch her, desperate to see the way her eyes screwed shut at the pleasure washing over her. You had the face committed to memory, seeing as you so rarely got to see it. It was often an image you replayed to yourself when she disappeared from time to time, using it to get yourself off.

She took a moment to compose herself before crawling back over you, a gentle hand cupping your cheek

“ hey baby girl “ she said softly, brushing your hair way from your damp forehead “ you did so fuckin well. So good for me “ you leaned into her touch, eyes too heavy to open now “ I’m gonna clean you up okay? “ you shook your head weakly, grabbing at her arms and tugging her down next to you

“ no “ you whined “ not yet… stay. Please “ she hesitated a moment but then moved to lay beside you, pulling you to lay on her chest. You snuggled against her, pressing your face into the crook of her neck and sighing dreamily. Looking well and truly fucked out “ hmm…better “ she stroked your hair softly as you both caught your breath, and you let your mind piece itself back together again.

And you took a moment to try and remember why you’d even been mad in the first place.

#well #there you have it #tess servopoulos x reader #tess servopoulos #the last of us #tlou #tlou hbo #the last of us fanfic #Anna torv #lesbian #lgbt #other characters for exposure:#Joel miller #ellie williams #smut

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britany1997 · 2 years ago

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Dine N' Dash pt. 2

So excited to share the smutty part two to this collab with @misslavenderlady We put equal work into this so show some love by liking and reblogging both of our posts! Lave is such a queen and I really enjoyed working with her on this series, it was so much fun:):)

Warnings: SMUT minors DNI, cunilingus, p n v sex, nipple play, first time, semi public sex

Tyler x fem reader (implied plus size reader)

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Coming to the diner with his buddies was the best decision Tyler had ever made. Back at the beginning of summer, he had fallen hard for you. The beauty who served them all lunch prepared by a short-order cook. Ever since that fateful day, he made a point to come by and get seated in your section whenever he wanted to visit and get some grub.

The two of you always shared some kind of dessert whenever he came by. Ice cream, pie, cake, whatever delicious treat was on the specials menu for the day. You both giggled and flirted over your treats and when it was time to call it a day, he promised to come by again soon.

During your off time, the two of you went on dates full of excitement and fun. Whether it was skating together at the rink or just walking side by side on the beach, Tyler had the time of his life with you.

Even if you two had only been an item for a few months, he knew he was falling in love with you. You found yourself feeling the same way. There was just something about Tyler that was absolutely enamoring. It made him incredibly easy to fall for.

You could tell he cared deeply for you. When he picked you up for dates he was a mess of compliments and adoration. He’d babble on about how pretty you were, how perfect your hair was, how amazing your outfit looked. If there was something Tyler liked about you, he never hesitated to tell you exactly how he felt.

He was such a gentleman, always offering you his jacket when it was cold out, or holding doors for you whenever you entered a building. And he always wanted your hand in his. The feeling of your fingers laced with his made you feel close to him, and you knew he felt the same. You loved kissing him. He was somehow simultaneously passionate and gentle. Like he wanted to show you how much he adored you but didn’t want to break you when he did.

Every moment you spent together was better than the last, but lately, you’d found yourself wanting even more, wanting to be even closer to him.

You had that thought on your mind when Tyler came to visit you during a graveyard shift. Today had been surprisingly quiet, as some kind of event on the opposite side of the city had lured all the patrons away. That didn't bother you though. At least the two of you could spend more time flirting.

"Can I pretty please get another coke from the most beautiful waitress in the restaurant?" Tyler cooed, holding up his empty glass.

"I'm the only waitress in the restaurant, you goof," you teased him as you poured the pitcher of soda over the cup.

While your coworkers were pretty much done for the night, you had been given the job of closing up after all the cleaning was done. Time just seemed to fly by whenever Tyler came to visit. He was also a generous tipper, but you adored him for plenty of things that had nothing to do with money.

“What you up to after this, babe?” he asked as he helped you wipe down tables. Whenever Tyler came by to see you during late shifts, he always helped you close up. You’d never ask him to clean for you, but you’d never have to.

“I don’t know, maybe I’ll go over to my boyfriend’s place, and see what he’s up to,” you teased as your cheeks flushed pink.

Tyler smirked, “so this boyfriend, babe, is he cuter than me?” he asked.

Your face twisted in mock consideration. “Hmmmm~ Well I’d say you’re about the same.”

He inched closer. “Is he as good on a board as me?”

You shrugged and fought a smile. “You’re about the same.”

He moved even closer until he was standing right in front of you, his blue eyes gazing lovingly into yours.

“Is he as good at kissing you as I am?” he whispered as he leaned in. Having him so close made you sigh dreamily.

“Only one way to find out,” you whispered back before pressing your lips to his.

With just one kiss, you were already relaxing into him. He was just so warm and inviting, it made you feel incredible. The sweetness of his drink was on his lip, and it only made you want to kiss him more.

You threw your arms around his neck, completely forgetting about your cleaning duties. All you could focus on was running your fingers through his blond hair. The sunkissed locks were so soft to the touch. You found yourself twirling a strand around your finger as you kissed him deeper.

When you finally broke free for some air, you both were slightly out of breath. Kissing Tyler made you dizzy in the best way possible.

"So…" Tyler sighed. "Am I better than this boyfriend of yours?"

A snicker fell from your lips as you embraced him tighter. He was such a ham and you loved it.

"Oh he doesn't even compare to you, cutie," you teased.

Something familiar was tugging at you. A need. A want. A craving for something even sweeter than just smooches. Something that made you squeeze your plush thighs together and squirm as warmth started to build in between your legs.

He was just holding you so close and he smelled so good. That cologne he doused himself in after skating was so delicious. You wondered if he could tell what he was doing to you. Tyler sighed happily as he wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck.

“For the record babe? No one compares to you either.”

You could have melted in his arms right there. He pulled back, one hand still around your waist, the other sliding up to cup your cheek and caress your skin with his thumb.

“You’re so pretty, baby,” he chuckled to himself in disbelief. “My pretty baby.”

Your lips parted in surprise at his words, what was meant to be an innocent kiss had turned into something a bit more…intimate.

“Tyler…” you breathed as you bit your lip.

“Yeah, baby?” he whispered as he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear.

For a moment you weren’t sure exactly what to say. Words were failing you, all because Tyler was staring at you with those gorgeous baby blues. They made you feel dizzy. You just wanted to fall into his arms and let him take you wherever he wanted.

By some miracle, you got yourself to gather the strength you needed. While still watching him with desire, you slide a hand over his chest, caressing the muscles underneath his t-shirt. He really was so sexy.

“I want...I want to do...more with you...~” you admitted.

His head tilted to the side in curiosity. Between the pose and the blond hair, it reminded you of a golden retriever. How fitting considering he was your golden boy.

“More?”

“Yes, more,” you said, cheeks growing warmer. “I wanna....do it...with you...~”

Tyler’s breath caught in his throat. Every day when he woke up he had to convince himself he wasn’t dreaming. Remind himself that you were real and you were with him.

Now with you standing in front of him, asking him for more, he struggled not to pinch himself. Visions flashed through his head of your plush thighs wrapped him, your pretty lips parted in soft moans, you hand held in his as he pressed into you. His cheeks reddened as his jeans tightened.

“Baby, you’re my whole world,” his eyes flickered back and forth as he sputtered out his feelings. “I want that too I um- I wanna make you feel really good babe.”

He laced his fingers through yours. “Wanna do that when you’re really ready, baby. Don’t wanna pressure you into anything. You’re sure you want that? With me?”

You blushed, the corners of your lips turning up in a nervous smile. “I’ve never been more sure of anything Tyler.”

He could have swooned and melted into the diner’s linoleum floor right then and there. God you were perfect. And you were his.

There was a newfound hunger growing inside you. Seeing him so eager for such an idea was making you feel all warm and tingly. You brought him close so you could press your pillowy soft lips to his, moaning as your deep kiss enchanted him.

Ever the one to be good at multitasking, you untied your apron and tossed it aside while you kissed Tyler some more. One hand caressed his stubbled cheek while the other began to undo the buttons on your work dress. You wanted to give your boyfriend all of you.

"Tyler~" you sighed into his mouth. "I don't think I can wait. Please…please touch me"

The skater's cock was getting harder and harder by the second. Seeing you get so hot and bothered here and now was driving him wild. He longed for this day for so long.

"Fuck, baby," he moaned. "Right here? Right now?"

You giggled, pressing your bra-clad breasts up against his strong chest once your dress was opened up. It was always fun to get him all flustered.

"Why not? We have so many sweet memories in this diner. Let's make a very special one to add to the list~"

As you shed your dress, Tyler groaned with anticipation. “Shit babe hold on,” he reluctantly pulled away from you to lock the diner’s front door. He flipped the switch on the open sign off, killing its bright neon display. He pulled the screens down on the windows, keeping your perfect form from prying eyes.

When he’d finished he eagerly returned to you. He gripped the counter behind you, his hands on either side of your waist, boxing you in.

“God you’re beautiful,” he breathed as his mouth watered at the sight of your full chest.

His hands traveled from the counter to wrap around your waist. “Hop up for me, yeah?” he asked.

You nodded shyly as he lifted you up to seat you on top of the counter.

Tyler took the elastic of your panties between his fingers and rolled them down your legs. A blush rose to your cheeks as you were left on the counter in only your bra and Tyler stood before you fully clothed, and eyeing you hungrily.

You expected him to pull his shirt off or roll down his shorts, but your lips parted in a gasp when he instead sunk to his knees and shimmied in between your parted thighs.

Never before had you ever been so excited for something in your whole life. Your heart was pounding as you watched your boyfriend licked his lips with ravenous need. He gently pushed your knees further apart so he could fully see you.

"Fuck, look at you. Such a pretty pussy for a pretty girl~"

In that moment you opened your mouth to express how embarrassed he made you when he said such things. But you didn't get the chance. Any control of your voice was lost when Tyler dove in.

His tongue slipped from the bottom of your pussy to the very top of your clit. The shriek that came from you was so sudden and loud, showing off how utterly surprised you were.

"OoHH!" you squealed out.

"Fuck, I KNEW my girl was gonna be so yummy," Tyler said with a smirk. His lips glistened from your wetness, already making such a mess. He went back in for an even deeper taste of you. It was like watching an addiction build up within him.

“Mmm babe, how’s it feel knowing you’re the tastiest thing that’s ever been on this counter,” he spoke into you as he lapped at your folds like a man starved.

He pulled soft mews and moans from your full lips as he devoured you. His lips pressed against your clit, kissing it softly. His hands wrapped around your doughy thighs, kneading the flesh with his hands as he sucked your clit into his mouth. Your thighs squeezed his head at the feeling, prompting him to moan into your sopping heat.

He moved one hand from your thigh to press two fingers into moving them in and out slowly as he continued to suck. He crooked his fingers, rubbing you in just the right place. You felt your orgasm threatening to burst out as you moaned at his repeated ministrations.

“Tyler,” you whimpered. “Gonna cum!”

“Cum on my tongue, babe. Bet you taste so sweet.”

His words pushed you over the edge. Your thighs squeezed him tighter as your release soaked your boyfriend’s pretty face.

"H-Holy shit!!" you cried out. It wasn't the first time you'd orgasmed, but it was certainly the most intense one. Your legs trembled around him, the aftershocks rendering your body to a weakened state.

Meanwhile, Tyler was looking pretty damn proud of himself. He smirked playfully up at you as he slowly ran his tongue across his lips, savoring every last drop. Seeing him so cocky from making you cum on his mouth was only turning you on more.

"Aww baby, look atcha. So hot and bothered and ready for more," he cooed.

The two or you watched each other carefully as he tugged his shirt over his head. Seeing his perfectly toned body and full chest of hair reminded you of how lucky you are. You had the sweetest, funniest, most jaw-droppingly gorgeous man in all of Cali as your boyfriend.

Tyler leaned over you, pressing you down against the counter more as he kissed you. The intoxicating taste of your juices was lingering on his mouth, and it made you shiver with delight being reminded of what he did to you.

Your hands traveled up his back, caressing every inch of his muscular body while he moved in closer. The thick, hardness of his erection was pressing against your bare thigh. Fuck, he was so big~

He pulled his pants and boxers off, allowing his cock to spring free. You drooled at the sight, it was pretty, just like everything else about him.

Tyler gently positioned you how he wanted before climbing over you on the counter. He took your hands in his and threaded his fingers through yours, pinning them on either side of your face. He loved holding your hands. Even now, he wanted to be close and connected to you in every way possible. It had you swooning.

He pressed a kiss to your lips, then to your cheek, then to your neck before moving down to pepper kisses along your chest. Still hungry for more, he sucked your nipple into his mouth as he massaged the other.

“God, you’re so gorgeous,” he whispered in between smooches. “I musta been a saint in a past life to deserve an angel like you, babe.”

You gasped and arched your back into his touch. All of this pleasure had you wishing you two had done this much sooner.

“Love these perfect tits baby, they’re so soft,” he released your nipple with a pop, moving to suck the other. He moaned as he caressed you. Tyler was making it quite clear he planned on being a very giving lover to you.

“Tyler,” you mewed. “Aaahh….this feels amazing…mmmh…so good Tyler, so perfect.”

His heart leapt at your words and he felt himself harden even further. He would do anything to hear more words like that fall from your lips again. He wanted to please you, he wanted to love you, he wanted to worship you.

"I got something just for the occasion, baby," Tyler said, releasing you for just a moment in order to grab something from his pants pocket. He fished out his wallet and plucked out a foil-covered item from the inside of it.

He tore open the material, revealing a clear condom.

"Right after you and I met, I was tellin' the boys about you. Corey slipped my one of these in case I ever got lucky. I was embarrassed at the time, but now I wanna thank the guy."

You giggled at the story, amused by the others being so enthusiastic about Tyler's love life. With burning anticipation for what was to come, you watched him carefully slip on the condom, making sure it was secure. It was all really happening. You were going to go all the way with Tyler.

He smiled sweetly as he wrapped his big hands around your hips and gently tugged you closer to him. His cock was throbbing hard as it teased your entrance. Feeling the length rub against your folds but not yet enter was making you squirm.

"I'll be gentle, honey. Just lie back like a good girl and let me take care of you, okay?"

No words came from you. Just a simple nod and a soft smile. You trusted him with all your heart.

Your breath caught in your throat as you felt the tip of him press in slowly. He bit his lip as he restrained himself from just plunging right in. You felt so warm, so wet, so tight, so absolutely perfect. He inched in slowly, allowing you to adjust to his size as you stretched around him. Your hands wrapped around his back, gripping him close as he slotted himself between your legs.

“God, you feel incredible, honey. Squeezing me so tight, like you were made just for me. Mmmm can’t believe you’re mine, baby,” he moaned as he bottomed out.

You gasped at the feeling of his hips pressing against yours and his length filling you to the brim. “I am yours, Tyler. All yours completely.”

He growled at your words, leaning forward to capture your lips in his as he began to move slowly. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust into you in long, slow strokes. You were as close as humanly possible, but you wanted to be even closer. You wanted to melt into his embrace.

"Oooooh God, yes~" you sighed out. Your head fell back, your muscles relaxing all over from the absolute bliss that he gave you.

Tyler was filling you so easily. His cock stretched and throbbed inside your cunt, rubbing every sweet spot within. Many a night had been spent with you touching yourself to the vision of what your first time with him would be like.

Safe to say it was better than anything you could have imagined.

His hand grazed over your bare skin, dancing over your body before settling on your hips. Strong fingers wrapped around you and pulled you in closer, holding you still as he fucked into you. Every time he touched you it made your heart beat faster.

"Look at you~" he moaned, rolling his hips into you. "So fuckin' gorgeous. Wanted this….mmmh..for so long~"

"Really~?" you cooed.

A newfound fire was burning in his eyes. The passion was completely taking over your boyfriend, and it only fueled your excitement more. He spoke again, his voice going lower than before.

"The day after we met I went home and stroked my dick to the thought of what we're doin' right now. I've wanted you more than anything….fuck~"

“Never wanted anything as much as I wanted you,” he breathed deeply as your orgasms built up together. “How could I not?”

You shivered at his words. “I wanted you too, Tyler. You’re so handsome, so sweet, so perfect for me.”

You cried out in pleasure as he hit your deepest sweet spot. A deep moan fell from his lips.

“Baby, you’re so amazing, I care for you, I- I love you,” he confessed as he reached his peak.

His confessions threw you over the edge, and you came all over his cock. He held you close and peppered kisses all over your face as you road out your highs together.

“I love you too, Tyler,” you said breathlessly. “I….I love you….so so much.”

He smiled blissfully as he nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck. “You make me so happy, babe. You have no idea.”

The two of you were practically swimming in the dopamine caused by your afterglow. Tyler gazed at you with such intense love and you were sure to return the look.

You held one another closely. He was snuggling up with you while you slowly ran your fingers through his hair. Every once in a while you would share a kiss with Tyler. Soft and sweet, just like him. It was pure heaven.

After a little bit of relaxation, he reluctantly pulled his softened cock out of you. He slipped the filled condom off, tying it and grabbing a nearby napkin to wrap it up before tossing it into the trash like he was throwing a basketball. It made you giggle.

"As much as I love admiring how perfect and smokin' hot you look naked and spread across the table, I can't imagine we can spend the whole night here."

That was certainly true. You let out a sigh before getting off of the surface in order to find where you had discarded the work dress.

"I gotta clean up the mess we made before we head out, baby~"

Tyler’s lip turned up in a half smile. “In that case, let me help you, honey.”

You blushed and thanked him as you pulled your dress back on, sliding the buttons back into place. Tyler pulled on his shorts, electing to forgo his shirt, much to your delight. He picked up a cloth and spray bottle and began to wipe down the counter. You joined him, your own rag in hand.

He kissed you in between lazy swipes at the counter. Since you’d told him you loved him, a soft smile had been etched onto his handsome face, and his newfound joy didn’t seem to be going away anytime soon.

After a while, you were left with a sparkling clean counter top and a fully clothed boyfriend. He slipped an arm around your waist as you headed out the front door, switching off the light and locking up as you left.

He pulled you towards his car. “You taking me home?” you asked.

“Actually,” he said, “Was kinda hoping I could take you to my home? If you don’t mind, of course.”

“Already thinking about round two, baby? You’re insatiable,” you giggled.

He gave you his boyish grin in return. “I just can’t get enough of you, honey,”

Tyler kissed you as he held the car door open for you to slide in. This really had been a perfect night.

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bookmans-lavi · 7 years ago

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@laviskandayuu:

For the moment the fighting is over. But who knows for how long. Putting Mugen back into its sheath he gazes now shortly over to the red-head before he closes his eyes. No, never in his entire life will he ever admit to the trainee Bookman how scared he was about losing him. “I’d say we’re even. But next time, take better care of yourself, Baka-Usagi”

The place seemed to be infested with Akuma for whatever odd reason that he doesn’t want to stick around and find out. There’d be no doubt more would arrive and this town is already empty that there’s no reason to stand and fight to save it. With the dust settling, he’s allowed a breather as the redhead turns to his swordsman - companion.

❝ that sounds like WORRY, yuu! ❞

#ic;#laviskandayuu #v ⁖ █ ;; I soon came to the point I didn’t know whether

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robinofinashiro · 4 years ago

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request from anon: “Hi, can I request yandere alphabet for Kyojuro Rengoku 👉👈Thank you and have a good day Queen.”

pairing: yandere! kyojuro rengoku x fem reader

request status: OPENED

A - Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

rengoku does not give a singular fuck who sees him when it comes to giving you affection! you’re in the public? you’ll be holding his hand, kissing your cheek when he feels like it, and if it’s that bad, he’ll do a quickie in the bathroom.

B - Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

very messy! he doesn’t care. if he sees someone getting too close to you, he’ll make sure to get rid of them as soon as possible. he can’t let anyone get close to you. he’ll go to the ends of the earth to make sure that you’re by his side and that no one comes in between the two of you.

C - Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

honestly, he’ll mock the hell out of them when he feels like it’s necessary. if you’re purposely doing things to annoy him or going out of your way to piss him off, he’ll make sure to remind you that you’re never leaving him. other than that, he’ll treat you like you’re a princess! you deserve everything in the world and he’ll give it to you if he feels like you deserve it.

D - Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

despite from the sweet nature that he gives off, he will do ONE thing against your will and that’s to have kids. he needs to continue his family line and since Senjuro isn’t working to be a pillar anymore, he needs to make sure that someone continues that and it might have to be his kid.

E - Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

rengoku, when he feels like the time is right, will bare everything to his darling. come on now, you’re gonna be his wife, right? it’s only right that you know what his baggage is! he doesn’t care if you judge him or not, when it comes to this sort of thing, he kinda wears his heart on his sleeve.

F - Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

he would be kinda pissed. you’re supposed to be this perfect wife/darling and by you acting out, he doesn’t sit well with that. why can’t you be more like Sanemi’s wife? a perfect little darling that just sits there and waits for her husband like she should. punishment is a whole other ballgame that i will touch on later.

G - Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

absolutely tf not. how can this be a game to someone? rengoku is the kinda person where if he meets someone that he falls madly in love with, he’ll stick by you until one of you dies first and even then, he might commit sewerslide if you happen to be the one to go first. however, he might get a kick watching you trying to leave him bc it’s nearly impossible to leave where you’re trapped.

H - Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

rengoku’s affection, jesus christ. that shit could get mad annoying. if he’s had a particularly bad day, just brace yourself and let it happen bc he will be one affectionate mf. it could get to the point where he’ll be affection even into the next day if it’s that bad.

I - Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

literally a picture perfect life. (very much the american dream in a sense). he wants kids, hell, if you want pets of some sort, he’s down to adopt a few dogs or whatever you or your kids want. he just wants everyone to see that his family is perfect and how far he’s willing to go for them.

J - Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

oh absolutely. rengoku is the type of mf that if he sees someone flirting with his darling, he’s ending that shit QUICK. he cannot and will not let it happen. clearly it isn’t your fault so he’ll console you that you had no way of knowing what that scums intentions were and after he’s done with that, he’ll try to find the person to give them a lesson.

K - Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling

he will be very clingy like i said. he wants everyone to know that his relationship is perfect but in private, double that. he’ll make sure that you know you’re loved and that he wouldn’t trade his life with you for anything in the world.

L - Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

he would try the attempt to court you at first. rengoku is someone who is very charming so 8/10 times, it’ll work. however, if you’re being stubborn, that’s when the other side of rengoku comes out. but if you do decide to date him willingly, he’s the sweetest mf ever. he’ll bring you courting gives to every date, etc, etc.

M - Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

honestly, rengoku is seen as the black sheep in the sense that he’s always readily happy and enthusiastic. not much changes when he’s in the public. unless you happen to piss him off in public, seemingly the only time when he would change his personality.

N - Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

he doesn’t try to do it often, he hates seeing you hurt. but if you happen to actually piss him off to the point where you need to be punished, anything ranging from being alone for days to sexual punishment (that i wont be going into detail for).

O - Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

not many tbh. you have free range into his entire estate. however if he has maids working around, they know it’s best for them not to talk to you. he wont let you leave his estate to speak to anyone. you have the right to anything as long as you’re not trying to leave or get into contact with someone. he’ll even let you visit your friends or family as long as he’s there.

P - Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

eh, he’s about 50/50. he can be very patient with you or be ticked off almost immediately. more than likely tho, he’ll deal with your shit most days. the days that he doesn’t, it’s probably bc he had already probably had a bad day and you’re just making shit worse.

Q - Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

if you die, rengoku won’t move on and like i said before, he’d probably commit sleep forever. if you escape, he’ll spend the rest of his days looking for you. regardless if you escape or die, he won’t move on. you’re his and you will remain that way important person in his life.

R - Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

to a certain point, he’d feel guilty. i think the only thing eating him up is the unethical part in all of this. the fact that he’s basically abducted you and refuses to let you go. but will he ever let you go? absolutely not. you’d have to kill him before that happens.

S - Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

i see the only way this happening is bc of his life. his childhood wasn’t the greatest but it wasn’t exactly the worst so idk, i think more than anything it was out of curiosity and probably seeing others do it that make him snap.

T - Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

if rengoku isn’t at fault for making you upset, he’s HEARTBROKEN. he doesn’t like seeing you that way and he’ll find the person that did it and make them pay for it. HOWEVER, if he was the cause of it, he almost turns into a wall and brushes it off, probably murmuring that you deserved whatever it is that made you cry.

U -Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

honestly no. he wouldn’t only bc he’s very much the person that finds the classics of being a yandere as the only way to do it. anything like killing your darling or along those lines are way to extreme for him and he doesn’t like it when others step out of line.

V - Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

SENJURO RENGOKU. his little brother is also his world and i think if you catch kyojuro in a situation where you can exploit senjuro, he might give in but honestly, it probably won’t hurt and it’ll be worse for you when he finally has you alone.

W - Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

like i said before, only if it was necessary. he wouldn’t ever intentionally hurt you if you didn’t deserve it. he doesn’t like seeing you hurt and he hates seeing you cry so only if it came to you being a brat would he then actively physically punish you.

X - Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

ehhhhhh, not really. he sees this relationship as 50/50 however he did kinda worship you when he wasn’t your boyfriend/husband but he would go different lengths in order to win you over. he doesn’t really care what he has to do, he will make you his whether you like it or not.

Y - Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

tbh, it doesn’t take long before he snaps. if he sees you going out with someone and he feels like you might leave him, that’ll be a point. if he sees you being too free, that might be another point. in general, less than a year before he snaps. hell, less than half a year.

Z - Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

mentally, YES! physically, if he needed to. but not to the point where he’s killed you.

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some-messed-up-writing-for-you · 3 years ago

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I really liked this prompt by @nuttynutcycle and felt the need to write something with it. Soo, here it is! (NOTE: the story starts before the prompt, so it appears in the middle.)

Warning: none.

~~~~ Flying through the air, Hero held onto Villain's body so hard they swore they could feel their knuckles cracking. All their limbs had tightly wrapped around the other as soon as they jumped out of the burning building, the hero's face buried in the other's shoulder to not inhale the smoke, and also so they wouldn't have to see the destruction around them.

The entire city had fallen into ruin, and the villain's henchmen were everywhere. Hero wasn't aware they had so many people working for them, as their enemy only ever had a couple of men with them. But- But this? This was an army.

Was that all part of the plan? Was Villain sparely using their minions to trick the hero? To make them think they weren't capable of something like this?

To make them think they couldn't possibly take over the capital city? Take over the country?

...

As the villain's boots thumped against solid ground, they loosened their hold on Hero, letting them crumple to the floor and frantically scramble away until their wounds forced them to stop moving. Villain had flown them both over to a nearby rooftop, which building had yet to catch aflame.

From their spot on the ground, the hero shivered under their nemesis' silent stare. As a fire burned brightly in the distance behind the villain, their form became shrouded in shadows, adding to their terrifying aura.

The silence was unbearable, and Hero decided to be the first one to break it.

"Y-You saved me." - The hero trembled like a leaf in the wind, head still swimming from the intensity of the last few minutes. "W-Why?"

Villain, still quiet, slowly approached them, making them tense up in anticipation. Hero's breathing grew shaky as their enemy knelt beside them and gently cradled their face with one hand.

"I want you there when I win." - The villain brushed their cheek softly, a small smile on their face. "Whether it's by my side or at my feet is up to you."

"I- I-" - the hero struggled to answer, stuttering out nonsense as they looked into the other's dark eyes. Villain's smile fell at their hesitance, and they flinched in fright as the criminal let go of their face and stood back at full height, towering over them again.

Taking deep breaths in hopes of calming their racing heart, Hero observed as their nemesis walked to the nearby edge of the rooftop, just a few steps away from their shaking body. Villain looked out over the burning city, one arm neatly held behind their back and the other one resting on the parapet wall protecting them from falling off the building.

Not that it mattered if the villain fell off or not. With how many powers they had, Hero was, at this point, pretty convinced nothing could hurt them.

"That would be the correct assumption to make." - Villain calmly said, still admiring the view.

Confusion decorated Hero's face shortly before they realized what had happened. Telekinesis. You can add that to the endless list of their abilities.

Expression still neutral, the villain asked, "Hero, do you want to know how I managed to pull this off?"

Honestly, the hero just wanted this craziness to end, but they'd be lying if they said that their curiosity wasn't eating away at them. So, like the cat that put his nose where it didn't belong, they replied, "I- I do..."

Slightly turning their head to look at their nemesis, Villain quietly explained, "I became a god."

Worry instantly gripped Hero's chest at the other's answer. What- What was that supposed to mean? They- They were a human! A powerful one, true, but... b-but a god? H-How-

"How could y-you possibly achieve s-something like- like that?"

The villain smiled again, and the hero really wasn't liking the look on their face. It made them feel weak, like they were only prey waiting to get caught.

"You're not like the others, Hero... Surely you've noticed over the years how I became stronger and stronger?"

Hero... Hero had noticed it. The process was gradual, barely visible unless you've been there from the start like they had been. It went from Villain getting shot, going into hiding, and reappearing a few days later fully recovered to Villain conveniently surviving deadly explosions or poisons. Until, eventually, years later, they were straight-up getting their limbs blown off and regrowing them instantly right before the hero's very eyes.

Shakily exhaling, Hero's mind floated to a memory from a few weeks ago, back when this hell had first started. They still remembered the dread that filled them at the sight of their nemesis floating high up in the sky, their voice bellowing across the city as they commanded their army. The sheer amount of power that came off Villain at that moment made the hero's knees nearly give out under them. At that moment, Villain was truly above everyone else in every sense of the word.

"Exactly." - the villain's voice suddenly sounded in their ears, and Hero jumped back as their eyes refocused and recognized that their enemy was suddenly right in their face.

The hero's breath hitched as Villain held their face again, this time with both their hands, as they lowly continued. "I've made myself unkillable, indestructible, invincible."

As a glint of possessiveness shined in the criminal's eyes, Hero's eyebrows furrowed in concern, the villain bringing their faces closer. "And I could- No. I will make you the same, whether you want it or not."

Trembling in the other's grasp, the hero questioned, "B-B-But h-how?"

Resting their foreheads against one another, Villain answered, "The same way I've made myself so powerful... The same way I've made my henchmen so loyal and unbeatable..."

Voice barely above a whisper, they claimed, "I will share my powers with you."

Hero froze, only able to keep listening as the villain caressed their cheek again and continued talking. "Not all of them, of course, but know that... where the hierarchy is concerned... you could be my equal, my partner."

Removing themself from their nemesis yet again, Villain loomed over them ominously. "And this is where my question returns, dear Hero."

Standing tall, arms neatly held behind their back, their mere presence demanded that the hero answer them as their shadow fell over them.

"Do you stand by my side and rule together with me, or... do you go from being the government's dog to being my dog... for all eternity?"

With tears stinging at their eyes, Hero pleaded, "V-Villain, please, just- How?! How c-can you share your-?!"

"It's a power that I stole."

"Wh- What...?"

Eyes shining brighter than the fire, the villain explained once more, "My power... The power that I was born with... Is the ability to steal the powers of others."

As they ranted, they looked off into the distance, for a moment getting lost in the past. "And over the years... I've gathered every power that I'd need and more."

Turning back to the hero, they ignored the fear in the other's eyes. "With time, I've learned how to mutate them, how to combine them to make them even stronger, to make myself stronger."

Done explaining, they squared their shoulders. "Now, answer me." - Villain growled out, odd desperation in their voice. "Will you lay at my side or at my feet?"

Hero stared at them for a long while, battling internally before ultimately, their gaze turned away from them, making them sigh in frustration. Clearly, they had to go about this a different way.

"Hero, you can't deny that we're not so different."

That got the hero's attention again, so the villain continued, "We both want what's best for this country."

Now it was Hero's turn to get upset, their face twisted into an appalled snarl as they demanded, "What's best for the country...?! HOW IS THIS WHAT'S BEST FOR THE COUNTRY?!"

They pointed at the destruction around them, nostrils blaring, as they paid no heed to the pain in their lungs, and Villain had to take a deep breath due to the other's stubbornness. Why did they have to be so difficult?

"Changes needed to be made. The system was broken, and you know it."

"W-Well yes, but-" - Hero faltered, trying to argue back, but their enemy cut them off.

"But what? Have you bothered to make a change, hmm? Bothered to take action?"

Not awaiting a response, Villain answered for them. "No, you didn't. You just followed your little orders, thinking that things would magically turn better."

"How is this better...?" - Hero croaked out, losing hope of winning this argument.

Frustrated, the villain yelled, startling the other. "GAH! JUST TAKE A PROPER LOOK AROUND, HERO!"

The criminal grabbed their nemesis by the arm and effortlessly dragged them over to the edge, making them look at the city, this time not through the lens of fear but the lens of truth.

As they finally took a real look at what was happening, a look not misguided by being down there in the heat of the moment, Hero noticed the way Villain's henchmen weren't attacking the civilians, but rather... escorting them away from the danger...?

They finally saw how the people willingly went with them, how they didn't even look scared of them. No, they only grew frightened when... when the heroes showed up... and... started mindlessly firing in the henchmen's direction..., not caring about the people who would... who would get caught in the crossfire...

...

"Do you understand yet, Hero...?" - Villain softly whispered, watching as their henchmen dutifully followed their orders, knocking the heroes out and capturing them, protecting the civilians from the necessary chaos.

"I want peace... I want equality... I want things to be right just as much as you do..."

As the wind softly blew against them, Hero turned to face their... enemy...? and was surprised to see tears spilling from their eyes as they continued.

"...But I can't make things right unless I'm in charge..."

Shaking, Villain questioned, "So tell me, Hero. Are you going to stand in my way? In the way of progress?"

With their fists clenching at their sides, the villain whispered painfully, "I don't want to force you to your knees..., but I will do it if I have to."

The hero looked at them, an array of emotions on their face, their own tears having fallen down their cheeks long ago. They opened their mouth to reply but failed to utter even a word. With conflicted feelings, their face scrunched up in thought, their gaze returning to the city below.

Villain stood beside them silently, awaiting their answer. Their body was more tense than the day they had opened fire upon the city. They didn't want to hurt Hero. They didn't. But... But if they had no other choice...

"Villain..." - the hero's meek voice barely reached their ears, but they stiffened nonetheless. "You..."

Arms suddenly wrapped around the villain's waist as Hero held onto them, muttering into their shoulder with an unsteady voice.

"...You better not make me regret this..."

With hope twinkling in their eyes, Villain asked, "D-Does... Does that mean you...?"

"I'll join you. I'll be at your side."

Relief flooded Villain's entire being at the hero's decision. They returned the embrace, tightly holding onto the other as if they would disappear at any moment.

"Thank you, Hero... And..., I'm sorry..."

Sorry? About what-?

Pain suddenly erupted in Hero's chest, their first thought being betrayal as their entire body burned with agony. They screamed and thrashed, trying to get away, but Villain held onto them with an unyielding grip, their heart aching at the hero's frantic shouts and thoughts.

Luckily, the whole ordeal only lasted about a minute, and Hero fell limp in the other's hold once it was over, breathing shakily, a few sobs escaping them from the unexpected pain and stress. As their heart rate began to slow back down and their mind had managed to calm down, they noticed that something was different and gasped quietly, as they felt something inside of themself.

Power.

So, so much power it made them shudder.

Was... Was this how Villain always...?

No, the villain didn't feel like this; they were stronger. Much stronger. Hero could feel it now, could feel the power thrumming inside their ex-nemesis. And as their mind focused, in the distance, all around them, they could sense Villain's henchmen, and even then, all the henchmens' and Hero's power combined was nothing compared to the villain's.

Villain was so much grander than all of them. They...

They really did become a god.

...

The feeling of a hand gently rubbing circles into their back brought the hero back to the present. Their eyes had closed at some point, so they fluttered them open again and lifted themself off the villain's shoulder.

Oh, when had they fallen to the ground? Both of them were on their knees, Hero's legs must've given out, and Villain probably lowered the two of them.

"I'm really sorry about that..." - the villain apologized again, a bit of concern on their face. "How... How do you feel?"

It was then that Hero noticed that they felt... good. Amazing even. They felt better than they ever had before. They were so full of energy, and their wounds had disappeared too.

"I-I'm good." - they eventually responded with a small smile. "And apology accepted."

With a smile of their own, Villain pulled themself to their feet, the hero moving with them. They stood there in silence for a few seconds, softly holding each other's hands. Both their gazes momentarily caught on one another's lips, but no. That could wait. After all, they had all the time in the world now and... some more pressing matters at hand.

Calling forth their power, the villain slowly lifted themself into the air, Hero following suit, listening intently as their partner instructed them on how to use their new powers. Together, they went off, conquering the country and at last making things right.

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pickletickle10001 · 3 years ago

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Taehyung X (solo)idol Male reader

(Idols au)

A/n: this was a really good request that I had got, sorry if it’s not what you wanted it currently 3am where I am soo I’m a bit dazed to say the least . Xxxx

Enjoy!!!

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Your and Taehyung had a really stable relationship. Barley any fights and if there was you guys would be able to sort things out almost instantly, you would talk about each other on v-lives and even when performing on stage. You each both had song dedicated to each other declaring admiration for the other. But all of that was about to be shattered with one photo.

Your phone pinged next you as your manager drove you down the streets of Seoul you decided to ignore it feeling much to tired from dance rehearsals to be talking with friends. Two seconds later another ping and another and another, until your phone was pinging every second. Starting to get annoyed you picked up your phone scrolling through your new messages.

“Oh my god y/n I’m so sorry” - JB

“I know you don’t want to talk rn but don’t be afraid to reach out xxx”- Felix

“Have you broken up with him yet?”- Jennie

You looked at them confused wondering what all the concerned messages were about; until a message with an attached photo from Namjoon appeared.

“Hey… have you seen this?? Is it true???”

Your heart dropped there you saw a photo of Taehyung and some random woman leaving a hotel. The same hotel Taehyung had taken you to for your 3 year anniversary a couple of months ago. Your brain scanned every logical explanation as to why the love of your life would be having an affair and not just with any guy a woman!

“Didn’t he say that he was gay though?” you thought. you started to question all sorts of things scared that Taehyung might of just led you on for publicity and he didn’t love you as much as you loved him. The rest of the journey back you bit the dry skin off your nail pondering on whether you should confront him over the phone.

As soon as you arrived at your shared house you rushed out the van slamming the door closed, you took out your key and unlocked the door your heart beating so hard you thought it would burst out your chest at any moment.

The light was on in the hallway signifying that Taehyung was indeed awake, you walked into your open plan living room placing your bag and keys on the kitchen island next to you. Your breath steadied as your thoughts finally came to a stop. The sound of hurried footsteps caught your attention, “finally” you thought.

“Hey babe I’m sorry- I promise it won’t happen again!” Taehyung hurriedly said. You stood there stunned. Not one excuse not even a classical “it’s not what it looks like!” Or even a “I was drunk I didn’t know what I was doing”.

You looked at him with stern cold eyes, “is that it… is that all you have to say after cheating on me and not even having an excuse? Are you fucking kidding me Taehyung?!” You raised your voice louder than you had ever raised it in front of him. His body stiffened, “ I don’t have an excuse..” he mumbled.

You let out a frustrated sigh, “so your telling me you took a random girl into the same hotel that you took me just RECENTLY for our 3 year anniversary and fucked her sober?” You scream at him, “you did all that with a normal state of mind?!”

Taehyung walked closer to you attempting to hold your hand; you slapped him away with a look of disgust, “do you know how long 3 years is?! I could of literally slept and flirted with anyone but I stood beside you every second because I loved and cherished you!”

“I love you too y/n” Taehyung said desperately

“No you don’t because last time I checked love isn’t cheating on your spouse and not telling them so they end up having to find out from the fucking internet!” Your anger boiled inside but no matter how loud you shouted it wouldn’t come out, everything up until this point felt like a lie. Every promise you made together, every night you spent side by side, every love song, all ruined.

“Are you even gay because honestly I’m so confused!” You asked him.

“Yes I am, she was just the only one there at the time…” he responded eyes drifting to the ground.

Your conversation was interrupted by the sound of your phone ringing.

“hello?” You said.

“Oh… um y/n it’s jungkook are you alright I heard what happened and trust me I’m not gonna defend Taehyung” jungkok said with sadness in his voice. “Do you know what I’m glad you called, Taehyung is gonna stay at your house because he sure as hell ain’t saying here” jungkook simply hummed and hung up.

“Babe-”

“Kim Taehyung we are over! Pack your shit and get the fuck out of my house before I really get mad!” You said as you slammed you phone down onto the marble counter.

Taehyung looked at you shocked, his face turned pale as he walked back to your now formally shared bedroom to collect his things.

Time skip<<<<<<<<<

That night you decided to go on live to talk to your fans as you knew that the only other person you would normally talk too when you felt sad just fucked you over big time.

“ hi guys… Um i know that everyone knows what happened between me and Taehyung and I’d like to say that I’m not okay…” your eyes started to water as a lump formed in your throat. “Taehyung did something that I thought he would never do, something he promised he would never do but still did with a smile on his face as you could of seen in the picture. I would of been fine if he had done it secretly and told me later on but no, I had to find out from the internet and my lovely friend dispatch” you looked down at your hands as a tear fell.

Your heart was more than crushed, and honestly it hurt way more that he didn’t even deny it. “ I just want to warn you guys that no matter how much time you can spend with someone from weeks, months or even years. You might find that they were lying straight to your face….… I’m going to post pone all further activities until I can face you guys by myself for the first time in a long time…bye”

You reached over and finished the live, streams of tears flowed down your face soaking your clothes. You wanted to go back in time and just live the life before all this, you would of been happier living a lie just even for a couple more days if it meant you could be happy again.

After the incident Taehyung got dropped by all the brand deals he had, Bts had to go on hiatus and many of your fans rallied outside HYBE’s building with signs of taehyungs face crossed out. Taehyung himself had to do a public apology in a press conference, both his company instergram account and personal one were de activated.

All the BTS members hung out with you as they consoled you by buying you food and presents to make you smile. Even at the dorm Taehyung was ignored by the other members. But even so Taehyung would text you every day apologising.

The end~

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#bts namjoon #imagines #oneshots #reader insert #male reader #bts #ao3 #bts taehyung #kim taehyung #bts army #kpop angst #angst

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safertokiss · 4 years ago

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Through a Different Lens

A/N: Well, well, well. Lookie what we have here. New content wowza. I’d say I’m surprised it’s been a while, but I simply am not. Luckily another fic swap has arrived to get my creative juices flowing once again. The gods have gifted me with another perfect opportunity to write sub spence because I was given @writing-in-april as my person yet again. Hooray! Anyways I hope you enjoy and thanks all you cool cats and kittens for the support (we almost to 1000 yeet skrrt). Also, it just happens to be my birthday today so as a gift to myself I thought about subby Spencer for a while.

Pairing: SPENCER x READER

Category: SMUT and can’t forget that fluff

Word Count: 3.2k

ENJOY:)

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It all started completely by accident.

There was no possible way that she would’ve been able to predict just how much they would affect the poor kid.

She could remember, clear as day, the first time she was forced to wear her glasses to the bureau due to her ongoing frustrations with the torture devices that were also referred to as contacts. There were only so many headaches and eye-waterings that she could take before the insecurity of wearing her frames to work shriveled below the point of caring anymore.

But none of those previous insecurities held a flame to the amount of confusion she felt when she entered the bullpen and waltzed over to Spencer’s desk to say good morning with a shy smile adorning her face. Y/n hadn’t even been able to get a complete sentence out before the young doctor had turned to her and froze, his mouth hanging open like a fish, his eyes widening to the size of dinner plates, the harsh red blush she had seen before, just maybe not to this extent, engulfing his boyish features.

Before she could even attempt to ask him what she had done to warrant such a response, he was spouting out a meager, “H-hey Y/n” whilst simultaneously scurrying off in the direction of the nearest bathroom.

Completely and utterly perplexed over what had happened, she had shrugged it off and made her way back to her desk, silently mulling over the interaction periodically throughout the rest of the day.

It was a couple of the same type of interactions later that Y/n began to take notice of what was actually happening with the boy genius. The stiff and unnatural posture. The stuttering, granted that wasn’t something new, just much more frequent and severe. The audible heartbeat always accompanied by rosy cheeks and goosebumps.

Spencer Reid was fucking turned on by the glasses.

And he didn’t even try to hide it. Or maybe he did and was just really, really bad at doing so.

Either way, Y/n quickly discovered just how much fun it was getting these reactions to pour out of the kid...so of course she kept wearing the glasses even after she was able to wear contacts again. He didn’t need to know that.

It was so fucking easy too.

She would just be sitting at her desk, occupied by some particularly troubling pages of a case file that makes her have to readjust her frames out of stress, when she’d hear a high pitched squeak across the bullpen, followed by the pattering of frantic footsteps she had familiarized herself with in former few weeks.

While she felt some kind of guilt for putting him through this, it was nowhere near enough to overtake the genuine excitement and gratification that came with knowing she could have such an effect on the adorable doctor.

Of course she found him attractive...how could she not with his perfectly sculpted cheekbones and nerdy slicked back hair. Ultimately Y/n could understand his apparent infatuation with her wearing glasses as she had caught herself, on more than a couple occasions, openly ogling his own specs.

Maybe they were both weirdos...the whole situation was almost as strange as the Converse kink that she secretly harbored for years. Although her intuition was quick to suggest that, just maybe, both of her unique infatuations stemmed from the same noodle-shaped source.

Perhaps her favorite reaction of his, though, came about during the little office birthday party that the entire team had thrown for him.

He looked so adorable in the gigantic birthday cake hat they had bestowed upon him, Y/n could hardly contain her giggles at the giddy smile adorning his face. She watched on in amusement as Spencer tried desperately to get the candles on his cake to extinguish, to no avail, at least until someone felt bad watching his struggles and decided to give him a hand.

“They’re trick candles Spence, they’re gonna come back on every time.”, JJ chuckled, subtly smirking at Morgan who was also enjoying Spencer’s ongoing struggles.

A couple “happy birthdays” later and the rest of the team slowly began to disperse, leaving just Y/n and him alone in their own little space. He must’ve noticed this too because the blush that had already been present throughout the celebration beforehand seemed to deepen even further as he visibly swallowed down his nerves.

Slowly stalking towards the rouge kissed boy, she dragged a couple of her fingers across the surface of the desk, noting the way his eyes briefly flicked down to follow the movement before hesitantly returning his gaze to match her own.

She also noted the way his knuckles were basically turning white from the amount of pressure he was using to grab the sides of the chair.

“You have a good birthday, Spence?”, Y/n drawled with a teasing smile, now standing directly before the trembling young man.

Seeming to snap out of whatever sort of trance he had been in, he hastily cleared out his throat before responding with a bit of trepidation. “Hmm...yeah-yes uh yes it was v-very good, than-thank you.”

She couldn’t even attempt to conceal the smirk that had made its way to her lips listening to the genius stutter through his words. Such a nervous, nervous boy. So adorable. So fucking hot.

“Well that makes me happy. I’m glad you enjoyed yourself pretty boy.”, she paused her thoughts soaking in the little hitches in his breath surely from how close she was standing near him and the added nickname. Deciding to play a little bit dirty, she leaned over directly into his line of sight to reach for the cake set before him.

“Now how about I take this away and cut it up for all of us to eat? Hmmm?”

His eyes darted immediately to the cleavage that was so graciously presented to him as she bent over to pick up the dessert, a sharp little gasp escaping his pretty, pink lips as his pupils dilated carelessly.

Y/n inwardly smirked at his reaction and began walking towards the kitchenette, but only made it about three or four steps before being interrupted.

“Did you know that in some instances birthday candles are safe for wax play?”, he exclaimed before seemingly realizing what had just escaped his lips, his hands flying up to cover his traitorous mouth.

Bewildered, in the best of ways, by what had just been said, she slowly swiveled back around, facing him once again, before placing the cake on the desk beside her.

“What was that Spencer?”, she grinned at the petrified man who hadn’t made a single noise since his unexpected declaration. The poor thing looked like a caged in animal with nowhere to escape. Perfect.

“N-nothing! I m-mean obviously it was um s-something, but j-just uh just forget what I s-said.”, he quickly explained while frantically shaking his hands as if he was hoping he could simply wipe your memory of the last minute or two away permanently.

“No, no please go on.”, she teased. “Now I’m intrigued. What did you mean by ‘in some instances’ Spence?”

She wasn’t expecting the look of confusion, however brief it was, that peeked its way through the overwhelming embarrassment that had been showcased on his face, as if he truly couldn’t fathom that someone was actually asking him to go into more detail about a topic.

Still didn’t change the fact that he was completely mortified.

Clearing his throat, he hesitantly lifted his gaze back to Y/n’s, seemingly debating with himself over whether he could articulate the words to come out or not.

“Um...well..usually many p-people who choose to e-engage in such act-activities will use specific types of c-candles that are uh more designed especially for pl-play.”, he paused and she drank up the way his Adam's apple bobbed along his throat. “Uh… basically depending on the t-type of candle that one u-uses, the amount of pain or um d-discomfort differs. B-birthday candles tend to b-be on the more painful side so only the couples who are in-into that kind of thing would ever really utilize t-them.”, he finished abruptly, his leg bouncing rapidly in her line of vision.

She still couldn’t really believe she had actually gotten him to say anything at all, nevermind an in depth analysis on wax play. In a weird way she was proud of him. Really proud. Sometime amidst her thoughts, she’d found herself standing directly behind his sitting figure, her hands resting on either side of him against the table, the goosebumps visible on his skin from the implications of the position they were currently in.

“That’s really intriguing Spencer. I’d love to find out someday just why it is you know so much about the subject, but I don’t want to make you go into cardiac rest anytime soon.”, she remarked, giggling at the shy smile that made its way to his mouth.

She didn’t even register reaching out to lightly touch his lips until she heard his sharp intake of breath. Until he turned his head so they were mere centimeters apart. Until she watched his puppy eyes dart between her lips and your frame covered gaze. Until the space between them seemed to be lessening with every sec-

“Hey pretty boy! Where’s my cake?”

Y/n grudgingly pulled back at the interruption, watching in amusement as Spencer’s body instinctively leaned forward as if his lips hadn’t gotten the memo and were still searching for hers. “It’s coming right up you lazy ass!” she yelled back with a grin on her face.

She looked back to the boy sitting before her and was almost mesmerized by the dazed look present on his face, the blush slowly retreating as he came back to his surroundings. She could tell there were words that he wanted to say, but they just didn’t seem to be forming fast enough to actually come out. Deciding to put their little moment on hold before he passed out, she walked back over to the neglected dessert and started heading towards the break room again.

“I’ll make sure to save you the biggest piece, Spence.”,she threw over her shoulder, chuckling at the bewildered look still that was still present on his face.

~~~

The day was a big success in her opinion.

Spencer looked even more like a child than usual with the big shit eating grin that remained throughout the celebration and the bulky hat that he refused to take off. She could never understand how someone could have such an affinity for sugar as she watched him devour the huge slice of cake she had carved up for him.

But hours later, it was just her and Spencer left in the building.

And she was not about to let that go to waste.

Y/n could see him from where she stood at the entrance to the kitchenette. She could see the way he slouched over his desk with his legs curled underneath him, criss cross applesauce, as he scribbled down whatever case file he was working on. She admired his determined work ethic, that’s for sure.

But now was simply not the time to work.

Spencer immediately froze as soon as her body situated itself to be leaning against his desk, painfully aware of her gaze on his tense form.

“H-hey Y/n.”, he nervously murmured, the stutter once again making her giddy.

“Hey yourself doc. Wanna tell me why it is you’re still here working at such a late hour? Doesn’t the elusive Spencer Reid have better things to be entertaining himself with?”, she drawled, her piercing gaze making the poor kid squirm before her eyes.

“Oh um no...n-not really. I actually don’t mind working late. It’s k-kind of therapeutic in a way. But um...I’m happy t-that you’re here w-with me.”, he whispered the last part as if he was scared you wouldn’t appreciate his gratitude.

But she appreciated it more than he knew.

Noticing the little pencil holder situated amongst the file stacks on his desk, an idea popped into her mind that she just couldn’t shake, prompting her to pick it up and begin fiddling with it.

“Oh is that so pretty boy? Does my presence satisfy you?” Before he could even attempt an answer she “accidently” dropped the holder on the ground, the array of pens and pencils dispersing among the floor. “Oops my bad.”

Spencer immediately scrambled out of his seat and onto the floor to start collecting the colorful writing utensils, the perfect distraction needed for Y/n to situate herself on his desk with her legs spread open directly in front of his face.

“D-don’t worry abou-”, his sentence cut off as he looked up and was met with the tantalizing sight of her white lace panties already damp with her excitement. She swore he could die happy with the way his eyes widened and cheeks flushed. She couldn’t help but chuckle lightly.

“See something you like baby?” Unable to even form words, the young doctor slowly nodded his head, eyes still locked on the obvious wet spot between her open legs.

“C-can I..can I um…”

“Use your words baby boy. Can you what?”, she spoke clearly, grasping his chin so he’d look her in the eyes.

“C-can I taste you?” She couldn't get over the desperate way he spoke as if he’d die of thirst if he didn’t get a drink from her.

“Of course you can sweet b-” Not even letting the words leave her mouth, his hands were eagerly pulling her panties down and off her legs, his lips instantly connecting with the heated flesh at the apex of her thighs. She swore his tongue and lips were enchanted with the way he was able to effortlessly maneuver his way around, easily picking up on what she loved.

“Oh Spencer you’re such a good boy.” she couldn’t resist threading her fingers through his silky hair and tugging slightly, an action she assumed he enjoyed based on the muffled whine she heard from between her thighs.

It hadn’t even been more than a few minutes before she found herself already on the verge of letting go. No guy had ever been able to make her feel this good and just electric until now. He was quickly ruining her for anyone else in the future. She did not mind in the slightest.

“Baby I really wanna feel you inside me. Is that something you want sweetheart?”

He reluctantly pulled back after a few more kitten licks to her clit, wide eyes finding hers and whimpering out a broken “yes”. More than happy with his response she gently pulled him up by his hair and started undoing his belt, his oversized pants easily falling down without the extra support. Just another thing about him that she had come to adore. She was very pleased by the obvious bulge that protruded through his baby blue checkered boxers.

Before she pulled those down too, though, she very gently reached up and cupped his cheeks, guiding his plump lips to her own, basking in the delighted whimpers that escaped his mouth at the soft but passionate contact. She released his lips with a slight nip and proceeded with his clothing removal, coaxing him to sit down in the swirly chair he had been previously residing in, before straddling his lap.

“You ready sweet boy?”, she asked leaning forward to kiss his rouge forehead and cheeks.

“Mhmm I’m r-ready.”

Taking that as the go ahead, she cautiously positioned herself over his throbbing erection before slowly lowering herself inch by inch until he was completely enveloped by her tight, warm walls.

“Oh-ohh my.”, he whimpered at the overwhelming feeling of being connected so intimately. Gently, she started to move a bit more, hesitantly lifting up before lowering herself back down, flush against his lap, one of her soft hands anchoring herself to his shoulder while the other caressed his flushed cheeks.

“I know baby, I know. You feel so good baby boy I don’t think I’m going to be able to last much longer.”

“M-me neither.”, he stuttered as the pace she had previously set seemed to increase in speed, the excitement and ecstasy getting to the both of them and subconsciously pushing the two of them closer to their shared release.

The fire was quickly building within her body and she knew she was truly crumbling at the seams, but with the way his body was trembling and his dick was subtly twitching inside of her she knew he was right there too.

“It’s ok baby boy, it’s ok. Cum for me sweet boy. I want you to cum inside and fill up my pussy Spence.”, she muttered feeling the beginning of her end crash unexpectedly throughout her entire being, grasping onto the boy underneath her to tie herself to the earth.

Overwhelmed by the utter euphoria of Y/n cumming around him, Spencer let himself get thrown off the edge, his hands tightening on her waist hard enough she was sure little bruises would form come tomorrow, not that she minded at all.

“Oh Y/n!” She watched on, obsessed with the way that his mouth fell open in a little o-shape as his eyes squeezed shut, the tell tale signs of pleasure coursing through his veins, the warm feeling that he left deep inside of her as she gently lifted herself from his shaking legs, reaching for her panties before the warmth was able to escape down her damp thighs.

Looking back at the trembling boy after cleaning herself and him up, she couldn’t help but melt at the lovesick, puppy dog eyes he was giving her, prompting her to lean forward and leave more little kisses on the top of his damp hair.

“That was incredible Spence. Really incredible. I’ve never felt anything like that before baby.”

She melted even further at the way he shyly dropped his head to somewhat hide the wide grin that had spread like wildfire across his face. There was a comfortable silence between the two of them before his head lifted with a questioning glance.

“How’d you-I mean uh how did you know that I liked you?” There was no way she could control the giggles that left her lips at his silly question.

“You weren’t exactly subtle with the whole glasses thing Spence.”

And then the only sound heard throughout the building was her full blown laughter at the mortification that speedily adorned his cherry cheeks.

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Caught On V Live ~ Lee Taemin

Taemin’s smile widened as soon as he walked into the living room to see you laid out on the floor with Kkoong running around you trying to chase the ribbon that you through around. As he cleared his throat, your eyes looked across to him before glancing across at the clock as you realised the time.

“Are you going live?” You questioned, instantly sitting yourself up. His head shook as he soon realised what you were doing, holding his hand up to you.

“Stay there and play with Kkoong, it’s fine, you won’t get in the way,” he assured you, positioning his phone on the stack of books that he had placed on the coffee table. “The live shouldn’t be too long anyway, it’s only to update the fans on how the schedule is going.”

Your head nodded as you laid back down, much to Kkoongs’s relief. With the middle of his comeback in full swing, Taemin had been rushed off his feet for most of the day. Yet, it still didn’t stop him making time for his fans, a quality in him which you could only sit back and admire.

“Are you sure your live is going to be alright with the two of us down here?” You asked again, keen to make sure that you weren’t going to be a distraction. “We can take the toys into the bedroom or something instead if you want.”

“The shot doesn’t have the two of you in, so it should be just fine.”

You began to twirl the ribbon around again as Taemin sat himself down with a glass of water. After taking one more look at you, checking the angle once again, he switched the live on as the view count very quickly increased.

Every so often, Taemin could feel a breeze hit against his neck from the ribbon that flew around as he spoke. “Have you guys all eaten?” You overheard him ask the live, knowing just how much he cared for all of his fans.

As the comments all started filling with answers of yes, his eyes looked across into his own kitchen, noticing how clean it was, making a note to make sure you ate once the live came to an end.

He continued to ask questions for quite some time, letting the fans know about his secrets and rituals that he had. His eyes were then drawn to a question that seemed to pop up a lot, asking if he had any trophies in his apartment.

“I do,” he smiled, glancing across to where his trophy cabinet was just by the entrance corridor.

Taemin picked up his phone, slowly spinning around so that he could get the trophy cabinet into shot, pointing out his favourite awards that he’d received over his long, and successful career.

When you noticed him moving, you tried to stay as still as you could, holding onto your breath until he sat back down. You could tell as he moved around the room that Taemin was oblivious to you being there, only hoping that he’d been more careful than you thought.

However, as he sat back down and began to read through the comments once again, one topic was more prominent then any other. “Who was the person’s feet on the floor?” He read out, feeling his heart sink as he realised what had happened.

He tried to remain composed as you sat up, staring across at him in panic. He could only begin to imagine the screenshots that had been taken and the rumours that would be circulating as fans tried to figure out what was going on.

“I think you guys must be seeing things,” he chuckled, trying to play it as calmly as he possibly could, “you’ve always been observant with my home.”

You barely moved at all for the rest of Taemin’s life, far too scared to make even the quietest of noises in case it got picked up. The last thing either of you needed right now was to be caught, especially when Taemin was in the middle of such an important part of his career.

Once he finally managed to bring the live to an end, you allowed yourself to relax, letting go of a sigh as he turned around to look across at you. “Wow,” you muttered, dropping the ribbon in your hand, as Kkoong ran across to Taemin. “How much do you think they saw? Enough to figure out what was really going on?”

“I don’t know,” Taemin admitted, running his hands stressfully through his hair, “I’m not sure whether I managed to position my phone again so that you and Kkoong weren’t in shot, I was too flustered to focus. To be honest I’m not really sure if I managed to get your feet or if the fans were just messing with me.”

“What do we do if I was caught?” You questioned, slightly fearful to hear Taemin’s response.

He stood up from the floor, walking around the sofa so that he could lay down beside you, nudging you gently. “If we were caught, then we face it as a team, I’m not going to let being public change anything for us.”

Your eyes looked across to him, struggling to keep yourself together. Being found out was always your biggest fear, you didn’t want to be the one to mess up Taemin’s career or upset thousands of fans around the world.

He could tell straight away that you were beginning to panic too, grabbing onto your arm to pull you a little closer towards him. His shoulder invited your head to relax on it, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of it once it was close enough for him to reach.

“I don’t want us going public to be detrimental to you,” you admitted to him.

“It won’t be, I’ll make sure of it. As long as you trust in me,” he whispered, “I’ll make sure getting caught is the best thing that could have happened to us.”

“What if it isn’t though?” You continued to push, far from convinced, “it’s not as if you’re the only one that makes decisions for your life, is it?”

His shoulders shrugged, even if for many parts of his life there were several voices that wanted to be heard, it would never be the same for his love life. His mind was made up, regardless of what anyone else around him wanted to say.

“I know that you’re worried, but I promise you right now that I will not let anything happen, get in the way, or anything else that you’re thinking right now,” he assured you once again.

Although you still weren’t entirely sure, you trusted Taemin, and knew that he’d always do his upmost to look after you before anything else.

“Even if the whole world is against us, we’re still going to stay right by each other’s sides,” he continued to tell you, “as long as we’re with one another, then nothing bad can ever come of this situation.”

“You know that I would never leave your side unless you forced me to leave,” you chuckled back at him.

“Do you think you’ll be fine?”

Your head nodded, even if you were wavering slightly. “I trust you, and I trust that whatever happens, things will work out. Even though there might be a few more slightly challenging times ahead for us.”

“Exactly, we’re a team, public, private, or anything in between.”

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just-dreaming-marvel · 4 years ago

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It’s Always Been You ~ 149

OUT OF TIME MASTERLIST

IT’S ALWAYS BEEN YOU MASTERLIST

< previous chapter

Word Count: 2,820ish

Summary: Y/N sacrificed herself to end it all. But is she really dead?

Notes: You must read Out Of Time in order to understand this. The chapter numbers continue from Out Of Time.

Once the blinding white light subsided, the heroes all looked around as the enemy quickly turned to dust. Strange let Tony go from his magic hold, the two men watching Y/N collapse onto the ground.

“Y/N!!” Tony cried, rushing over to his wife. As he lifted her up to cradle her in his arms, he noticed the Stones were still seared into her arm and blood was trickling out of her nose and ears. “Honey, come on.”

Steve was the next to notice the scene. “No!” He exclaimed as he ran over, causing others to see as well. “Y/N!” He fell to his knees beside the couple. Tears ran down both mens faces, creating pathways through the dirt and grime covering them.

“She’s not breathing….”

“What?” Bucky gasped, suddenly appearing near them.

“She’s not breathing…” Tony rocked back and forth, Y/N held close. “Don’t do this… please… I can’t— You can’t—“ He sobbed into the base of her limp neck as he clung to her and begged.

Clint was the first to get down on one knee in respect, the other heroes slowly following. Some bowed their heads, others shed tears, but they all felt an immense amount of pain and sorrow. Their hearts cracked a little more each time they heard a sob, whimper, or sniffle from one of the three men that loved Y/N the most.

With a hand on Steve’s shoulder, Bucky collapsed next to his friend. “No…” he cried. “Doll…”

~~~

“Mom!” The boy’s voice was worried. It sounded like it was underwater. “Mom! Wake up!” She groaned as someone began shaking her, still not opening her eyes. “Come on, mom! You did it! Wake up!”

“W-what…?” She rasped. She slowly blinked, trying to get her eyes used to the light and the orange tint around her. When her eyes finally focused on the boy leaned over her, she gasped. “AJ?”

“Hey, mom,” he smiled.

“Where…” Y/N pushed herself up, with AJ’s help. She studied her surroundings. She was at the cabin, laying on the grass. But it wasn’t the cabin. “How did I—“

“You used the Stones. You did it, mom.”

“I did it,” she breathed out.

“Now you have a choice,” the Ancient One’s voice said. AJ and Y/N turned their heads to see Phil, Natasha, and the Ancient One standing there.

“Phil, Natasha?”

“Hey, Y/N,” she greeted. “You did good.”

“You did,” the Ancient One agreed. “And now the Stones have given you a choice.”

AJ helped Y/N to her feet. “What kind of choice?” She asked.

“Whether to stay here or go back… there are consequences, good and bad for either choice.”

“I can’t make that call,” she shook her head. “I have family—children on either side of that equation. Why are they giving me a choice?”

“Because your journey is not over with the Stones, but they want it to be up to you.”

“What do you mean?”

“If you choose to go back, you will be granted certain abilities. That you will not need the Stones to use. You will not be as powerful as you are when you channel all the Stones, but you will still be very powerful.”

“And if I stay?”

“Your daughter would lose her mother and your husband, his wife. The whole team would be affected. But, there are many significant events that would still play out. They will just be harder—longer, without your help.”

“Mom,” AJ tugged on her hand, turning Y/N’s attention to him. “If you’re worried about me, I’ll be fine. I have Uncle Phil, Auntie Nat, Grandma and Grandpa Rogers and Stark!”

“Stark? Like… Howard?”

“Yes.” The boy nodded. “He didn’t want to be here just incase he could be a distraction. Said something like you always had a thing for Starks.”

Y/N laughed. “He wishes.” She took a deep breath and looked around. This would be a hard decision either way, but she knew what she had to do. She looked at her son before looking back at the Ancient One. “How much time do I have?”

“You have until they take the Stones back,” the Ancient One responded.

“Okay,” she nodded. Y/N gazed down at her son, grabbing his hand. “How about we go for a walk AJ?”

~~~

“Tony,” Rhodey gently called, coming to a stop a foot or to away from the three men. “We need to get her to a hospital. Or home.”

The man shook his head. “I’m not letting go of her,” Tony replied. “And I— I can’t… Morgan needs her mother.”

“She also needs her father.”

“Mr. Stark?” Peter called, coming up beside Rhodey. It was clear that he had been crying as well. “You don’t have to let her go… you—you can carry her the whole way.”

“They have a point, Tony,” Steve agreed through the tears. “We need to get her and the Stones out of the open, just in case.”

“They asked too much of her,” Tony mumbled as he continued to rock. “Too damn much…”

Steve stood up and walked around to help Tony stand, Bucky joining him. Tony didn’t resist, standing and fixing Y/N’s position in his arms. The other heroes watched, their hearts breaking further as they realized how limp Y/N truly was. But upon further observation, Wanda noticed something.

“She’s being preserved,” she whispered.

“What was that Wanda?” Clint asked, standing beside her.

“She’s dead, but she’s being preserved. Her coloring is too normal.”

“Are you saying there’s a chance we could bring her back?” Sam asked, joining them.

“Not we,” Wanda shook her head. Her eyes were glued to Y/N as she was carried away. “It’s all her… it’s all up to her…”

~~~

AJ lead Y/N around, talking her here off about anything and everything. And she was enjoying every minute of it. Eventually, the two came to a stop at the edge of the pier. They sat down, letting their feet touch the water.

“AJ… You know I love you, right?” Y/N nervously said.

“Yes,” he answered with confidence.

“And that I would never want to leave you?”

“Mom,” AJ looked at her, firmly, “you need to go. Morgan, Dad, Uncle Steve, and Uncle Bucky need you more than I do. I’ll be fine.”

“Uncle Bucky?” Y/N chuckled.

“He’ll be okay, mom. He will… Bucky understands that he kept you waiting too long, too many times.”

She pulled the boy into her side, kissing the top of his head. “You’re so much stronger and wiser than me… I love you. So very much.”

AJ hugged his mother. “I love you too.”

~~~

Happy and Pepper immediately sensed that something was wrong when the quinjet landed and Rhodey was the first one out. He walked to the house and simply asked them to keep Morgan away from any of the windows and the garage. They didn’t question it, already knowing they weren’t ready for any answers that may come.

Rhodey went straight to the garage, Bucky and Steve joining him. They cleared off desks and tables, putting them together. Steve grabbed blankets and a pillow, laying them out on the large table they created. FRIDAY then informed Tony that he was clear to bring Y/N in. Bruce was with him as Tony carried Y/N in, having noticed how much the man was trembling. Bruce was scared that he’d have to carry two bodies in.

Tony gently laid Y/N on the table. He began pulling a blanket up to her chest, pausing when he noticed the Stones still seared into his wife’s arm. He clenched his teeth and let out an angry, grief-filled cry. Tony raised his hand had shot around the room, everyone having to duck.

“Tony!” / “Shit!” / “Woah!”

“Tony, you need to—“

“Daddy?”

Everyone froze at the little voice. Tony was breathing heavily as he clenched his eyes closed, unable to turn himself around and face his daughter. Morgan was being held by Happy, clinging to his neck as she stared at Tony’s back. The others quickly moved so that Y/N’s body was blocked from Morgan’s view.

“Get her out of here, Hap,” Rhodey ordered. “We’ll all be in soon.”

“No, Daddy,” Morgan pushed. “Where’s mom?”

Tears cascaded down Tony’s cheeks as he thought about having to tell his daughter that she had lost both her auntie Nat and her mother in the same day. Steve, trying to hold strong, quickly took control of the situation.

“How about we going inside, Mo?” Steve suggested, stepping up. He was still all dirty from the battle. “I’ll hurry and clean up while you and Pepper get dinner situated. I’ll come join you after.”

“But dad—“

“You’re dad… He just needs a moment. Okay? He’ll be in soon too.”

Though a bit hesitant to, Morgan agreed. Steve let out a sigh a relieve before following Happy back inside. He couldn’t fall apart, not when Tony and Morgan needed him.

“You should get out of the suit, Tony,” Rhodey said. “Get cleaned up.”

“I…” Tony spoke quietly, still not opening his eyes. “I can’t tell her… I can’t bare to see her face about Nat. I can’t imagine telling her about—about Y/N…”

“You won’t have to do it alone.” Rhodey set a hand on Tony’s shoulder. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up."

~~~

“You shouldn’t have done what you did,” Y/N told Natasha as they walked allow the edge of the lake together.

“If I hadn’t, we wouldn’t have gotten everything back,” she responded. “It was worth it.”

“As long as you believe so… Morgan will be devastated, so will the Bartons.”

“They’ll mourn, you all will. But it will make you all stronger. Individually and together.”

Y/N grabbed Nat’s hand and stopped her. “You are the sister I always wanted. You were always there for me, basically since I left the ice. Thank you.”

“Oh, Y/N,” Natasha wrapped Y/N up, pulling her close. “Thank you.”

“I’ll keep your memory alive.”

“You better. And I’ll keep an eye on AJ. He’s a great kid.”

“I know… I only wish that I had more to do with that."

~~~

Everything around him was muted. Color, light, sound. Everything, as Tony finished dressing himself after his shower. He didn’t want to believe it—he couldn’t. Y/N could not be gone. Not his wife… After everything they had survived—she had survived. How was he now suppose to go on without her? How was he suppose to help his daughter do the same?

A soft knock sounded on the bedroom door, before Pepper peeked her head in.

“Tony?” She called. “I’m just checking in on you. Do you need anything?”

“Where’s Morgan?” Tony’s horse voice was quiet as exited the bathroom.

“Downstairs with Steve, Bruce, Happy, and Rhodey. They’re putting dinner together.”

“Where’d Barnes go?”

The redhead sighed. “He won’t leave Y/N’s side.” Tony inhaled sharply as his eyes closed. “Tony…” Pepper slowly made his way over to him. “What do you want to do?”

“I want… I want my wife back… I want Morgan to have her mother…” A tear slipped through his closed eyes. “And I— I would do anything to trade her places…”

“I wish that I could bring her back, I really do, Tony. And I know that you need time to grief, but Morgan needs her father. She’s confused and those men downstairs keep staring at her with pity. She’s smart and has started questioning it.” Pepper moved so that she was standing in front of Tony. “Just go down and hold her.”

“I need to see Y/N first.”

“Okay. Let’s go then."

~~~

“Why must we always say goodbye?” Y/N asked Coulson as they sat on the steps of the cabin.

“I don’t know,” Phil answered. “But it seems like we always say hello again.”

“It does,” she nodded. “Thank you for taking care of AJ.”

“He’s a good kid. Though, too much like you and Tony.” He chuckled. “Always finding some way to get into trouble.”

“And you’re always there to help get him out of it, I’m sure.” Y/N laughed. “Some things never change.” She sighed as she moved closer and rested her head on his shoulder. “Are the others okay?”

“They’re great… they miss us though, that much is clear.”

“I miss them too.”

“I check on them every once and awhile. They’ve all gone on their separate ways, but they’re still a team. They’re still our team.”

“Always.”

~~~

Bucky couldn’t bare to leave Y/N’s side. Not like this. Never like this. It wasn’t suppose to be her. She had a daughter, a husband. For a few moments, he let himself hold her hand and cry. But then be decided to put himself to use. Bucky found a few towels and wet them. Gently, he cleaned off any skin he could see, being extremely careful around the Stones still imbedded in her arm.

He then brushed her hair out. Bucky couldn’t stand the thought of Morgan seeing her mother untidy. Tony entered the room not too long later. The men stayed on opposite sides, focusing on the woman in the middle.

“I forgive you,” Tony said quietly. Bucky’s head snapped up to look at Stark, who was still focused on Y/N.

“Wh-what?” Bucky stammered. “H-how… I… I killed your parents…”

“Trust me. I tried to hold it against you, and Steve for keeping the secret… But… Y/N… she never held it against you. Even though it was Howard. She never did.”

“I don’t deserve your forgiveness.”

“Don’t say that too loud. Y/N might come back and smack some sense into you…”

“I wish she would… She, uh… we ran into each other before the fight… I know that it was always going to be you. You’re good for her.”

Tony scoffed. “No I’m not. She’s too good for me.”

“That might be true,” Bucky nodded. “Your, uh, your daughter… she’s pretty.”

“She is. You know, Barnes, we don’t have to make small talk. We can just sit here and wish for her to wake up, together.”

“Good, cause I was running out of things to say.” Tony sat down. “Thank you though… for forgiving me… I’m still working on forgiving myself for it all…”

“You’re welcome.”

~~~

Coulson, Natasha, AJ, the Ancient One, and Y/N were all gathered together in front of the cabin.

“I guess this is it then,” Y/N said, nodding as she tried not to cry. “I don’t want to have to say good-bye to y’all again.”

“It’s not good-bye, mom,” AJ smiled. “We’ll see each other again.”

“You’re right… you’re always right. I love you, my son. I’ll see you—“

“You think you can leave without me actually making an appearance?” A voice came from behind Y/N.

She gasped, slowly turning around. “Howard?”

“Hey, Y/N,” he stepped forward. He was young, the Howard that Y/N was most used to. “Seems like my favorite Rogers is still getting into trouble.”

“Always.” They stared at each other for a moment before Y/N brought him into a hug. “Oh, Howard.”

“I remember,” he whispered. “I died and it all came back to me.”

“What?” She pulled away slightly.

“You erased my memory when you appeared in 1970. After I had talked to Tony.”

“You know.”

“I do. Way to not lie to me. You wouldn’t have met Tony without me, for multiple reasons. And I did end up knowing him.”

“I couldn’t lie to you. I just couldn’t tell you the truth either.”

“I understand. I guess I’ll let you go back now. Tony and Morgan need you.”

“Yeah… they do.”

“Can you… uh… can you tell Tony how proud I am of him?”

“Of course.”

Howard leaned forward and pressed a kiss on her cheek. He smiled before he turned around and headed over to a woman standing near a tree not too far off. Y/N knew that must’ve been Maria. She waved, Maria waving back.

“Okay…” Y/N breathed out. “It’s time…”

~~~

“How is she?” Wanda asked, coming into the garage.

“How do you think, Maximoff?” Tony responded, annoyed. “She’s dead.”

“No she’s not.” Both me sat up straighter and looked at Wanda.

“What are you talking about?”

“Haven’t either of you noticed how her body isn’t acting out a normal dead body would?”

The two men shared a look before focusing back on Wanda. “No,” Bucky replied. “We haven’t.”

“Well, the Stones are—“

Y/N gasped, head lurching up before coming back down to the table again. She coughed as she opened her eyes and took in her surroundings.

“Y/N!” The men exclaimed.

“And just when I was beginning to explain it all,” Wanda mumbled.

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heauxplesslydevoted · 4 years ago

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Coming Down (Ethan x MC)

Summary: They break up. Dassit

A/N: I’ve been tired of this imposter Ethan, and the back of forth nature of his romance route for the entirety of book 3, so I wrote this.

Warnings: None

Title Inspo

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Naomi’s fingernails tap impatiently against her leg as the shrill ring of her cell phone rings at her ear. It rings 5 long times before she’s sent to voicemail.

“Hello, you’ve reached Dr. Ethan Ramsey. I’m sorry for not answering your phone call, but leave a message, and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can. Thank you.”

“Ethan, it’s me...again. I haven’t heard from you in,” lifting her wrist, Naomi checks the time on her watch, “wow, in over 24 hours. I’ve been calling and calling, to no avail, and you just aren’t responding.”

The news of Ethan getting hit with a malpractice lawsuit hit her like a freight train. As soon as things started to feel good again, as soon as the diagnostics team started to find its rhythm with two new physicians, this torpedoes any chance of normalcy she could ever experience.

“If you could give me a call back and let me hear the sound of your voice, that’d be great. Bye.”

There’s a lot more that she wants to say, but she’s been given a limited window of time so Naomi hangs up.

Switching tactics, Naomi opens up her messages, and scrolls to her thread with Ethan.

Naomi: Hi

Naomi: Are you okay? I haven’t heard from you in a while.

Naomi: Can you at least reply, telling me to leave you alone?

Naomi: At this point, I’d settle for at least knowing if you’re alive.

She waits a few minutes, and when she gets no response, she shoves her phone into the pocket of her white coat. Anxiousness and worry pools in the pit of her stomach, and the only thing she can think about is Ethan’s well being. And this situation doesn’t bode well because Naomi is still in the middle of her shift.

Her thoughts are interrupted by the sound of quiet chatter as the door to the diagnostics team’s office opens and in walks Tobias and Harper. Their conversation is cut short once they notice the youngest member of the team.

“Hi, Naomi,” Tobias greets, an easygoing smile adorning his face. “What’s up?”

She wishes she could feel as casual as he looks, because every part of her body is twisted inside out and turned upside down.

“Have either of you talked to Ethan today?” Naomi asks, skipping the pleasantries.

“I spoke to him yesterday just to gauge how he was handling the malpractice suit,” Tobias answers. “Obviously, the conversation didn’t last long because he and I rarely interact outside of these four walls, but he seems…” he trails off when he notices Naomi’s face fall. “What’s wrong? Is everything alright?”

Any other time, Naomi would be ecstatic to hear about Tobias extending an olive branch, and Ethan actually accepting the support, but today isn’t that day. She’s been trying to get in touch with him all day with no success, but he answers a phone call from his sworn enemy?

“I haven’t heard from Ethan today, so I’m at least glad to know he’s breathing,” Naomi says, her voice tight.

Too caught up in her own pity party, Naomi misses the way Tobias and Harper exchange worried glances. The team has been through enough the past few months, the last thing they need is romantic friction between Ethan and Naomi seeping into the office.

“Maybe he’s turned his phone off since then?” Tobias suggests. “Times like this can force you into an introspective mood, and he’s probably going technology free.”

Naomi chuckles humorlessly. She appreciates Tobias’s effort to satiate her foul mood, but she can’t think of a single excuse short of death that could justify Ethan’s behavior.

She stands, dusting off her coat and straightening it out. “Thanks. I’m going to get some lab work done on our patient, page me if you need anything.”

“Will do.”

Without another word, Naomi exits the office.

Working helps slightly. For an hour or so, Naomi is successful in turning off her brain and focusing diligently on work. She manages to not think about Ethan at all.

Until she hears his name brought up in conversation. She’s strolling towards the nurse's station when she sees Sarah and another nurse, Ronnie huddled in a corner.

“Sounds like Dr. Ramsey’s not as perfect as everyone thinks, huh?”

“Screwing up a standard tracheotomy that way? Frankly, I’m just surprised it took the patient this long to sue!”

Naomi slows her steps before she stops walking all together. The nurses are so engrossed in their conversation, they don’t even notice her.

“I heard from Marlene that the patient wouldn’t have even needed a trach if they hadn’t dosed her wrong in the first place,” Sarah adds in an excited whisper.

“Seriously? That’s next level…”

Her first instinct is to stop this, to tell them to stop talking, the urge to protect Ethan still as strong as it’s always been.

But she stops herself from doing that. Because why should she? Why should she put forth the effort to defend the honor and reputation of a man that doesn’t even have the decency to answer her phone calls?

And just like that, she’s plunged back into her flurry of conflicting emotions: worry, fear, annoyance, and most of all, anger. The emotions war inside her, all fighting for dominance, and she hasn’t felt like this since her intern year when he left to go to South America without any sort of goodbye or correspondence.

That wasn’t a good period in her life. Naomi can still feel the cold grip of anxiety that plagued her chest when she came into work one day and he was nowhere to be seen. She heard through a LVN that he left before confirming it with Naveen. She can still taste the saltiness of the tears she shed after leaving her 5th unanswered voicemail. Experiencing such a high of beating her ethics trial and getting picked for the diagnostic team, and the low of him leaving in that short amount of time left her spiraling and isolated, and it took entirely too much time clawing herself out of that dark place.

Turning on her heel, Naomi speed walks in the other direction, her original plan long forgotten. The hospital passes her by in a blur as her legs move, the rest of her body and brain moving on autopilot.

She doesn’t stop moving until she’s in front of the residents’ lounge. She spots Aurora, Bryce, and Sienna sitting at a table.

“Naomi, come join us!” Sienna exclaims. “We’re going to make cappuccinos with this fancy machine.”

“I’ll have to take a raincheck on that,” Naomi says. She turns to Bryce. “Can I borrow your car keys please?”

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I just have a couple errands to run and I don’t feel like taking the train. I’ll bring it back with a full tank of gas and everything.”

“I’m not gonna nitpick you about gas, Omi.” Bryce’s warm gaze sweeps across Naomi’s face, studying her. If he notices anything wrong with her, which he probably does because Bryce is a lot more perceptive than he gives himself credit for, he thankfully doesn’t mention it. He reaches into the pocket of his mint green scrub pants and pulls out his keys. He tosses the keys to Naomi with a wink, and she catches them mid air.

“I keep a shovel in the trunk in case you need to bury a body.”

Whether he realizes what is going on with her, or if he just cracked a joke to lighten the mood, Naomi is grateful either way.

~v~

Naomi spends an hour driving around Boston, people watching and attempting to collect her thoughts before she ends up in Back Bay at Ethan’s apartment complex. She didn’t want to go to his house in her previous state, guns blazing and emotions all over her place.

Even on the ride on the elevator up to his unit, her stomach is in knots and her heart beats faster than normal. She hasn’t been this nervous about seeing Ethan in a long time, and it dawns on her just how fucked this entire situation is. Why should she be nervous to talk to the man who claims to want to be with her?

Steeling her nerves, Naomi issues three sharp knocks to Ethan’s front door. Approximately 45 seconds pass before the door opens.

“Naomi!” Ethan’s eyes widen when he sees her standing there. “What are you doing here?”

“Are you going to let me in, or should we have this conversation in the hallway?” Naomi asks. Ethan steps aside, widening the door so Naomi can enter. “Thank you.”

The apartment is stale, like Ethan hasn’t opened the windows in a few days. He looks disheveled, the bags under his eyes are extremely pronounced like he hasn’t gotten a wink of sleep.

For lack of a better word, Ethan is a mess. And she wants nothing more than to just...wrap her arms around him and make everything better. But she doesn’t. She keeps her distance.

Ethan shuts the door before turning back to her. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“No.”

“Well let’s sit down.”

“No, I think I’d rather stand because I don’t plan on being here long.”

The coldness stuns Ethan. Naomi almost seems indifferent towards him, something he’s never experienced before. It doesn’t go unnoticed that she didn’t bother greeting him warmly, no hug or kiss, no excitement in her voice, nothing.

“I needed to see with my own two eyes that you were alive and well,” Naomi starts. “Because you’ve gone radio silent on me. I know you’ve seen me calling and texting. Your phone works just fine because you picked up a call from Tobias of all people.”

He averts his gaze, ashamed of himself. “I’m sorry, I–”

She holds up a hand, stopping him mid-sentence. Naomi doesn’t believe for one second that he’s apologizing due to actual remorse. “I have spent the entire day wracked with intense worry. I feel like I’ve been turned upside down, and I could barely focus on work. Every time I thought I could be productive, something or someone was there to remind me of you. And then I’d spend more time ruminating over you and your situation, and the fact that you’re ignoring me, and then I’d feel like absolute shit. And earlier today, as I listened to the nurses gossip about you, I realized that this feels so much like your two month sabbatical to the Amazon, and our relationship hasn’t changed at all since then.”

“That’s not true,” Ethan argues.

“It is,” Naomi insists. “One step forward doesn’t mean anything if we end up taking two steps back immediately afterwards. A year and a half later, you’re still holding me at arms length, keeping yourself closed off, ignoring my calls.”

“I don’t mean to do this, to be this way.”

“But you continue to do it, so at this point you have to see it’s a pattern. You won’t even open up and talk to me about this lawsuit that’s being waged against you.”

“I just don’t want you getting needlessly involved.”

“While it’s a noble excuse, it’s complete and utter bullshit. If you think you’re doing something to save my reputation, remember nothing you do will ever top me almost losing my medical license my intern year, and then having a resident face a malpractice lawsuit a few months later. So come on, give me another excuse.”

“I’m doing this for you!”

“How? How could this possibly be for me?”

“Everything I touch becomes tainted!” Ethan snaps. “Because there is something wrong, in which everyone arounds me leaves or dies, or everything falls apart. I don’t have control or autonomy over anything, so yes, the one precious thing in my life, I’m too scared to touch.”

“But I have been right here with you! I was right here in this exact same spot when we worked on Naveen’s case. I sat by your side while we watched over Dolores’s son. I was there when they wheeled your mother into the hospital, and when you took her to rehab. Time and time again, I’ve proven to you that my loyalty is steadfast, and not once have I ever wavered, so you don’t get to stand here and punish me for some unrealized fear. You don’t get to treat me like I’m a passenger in this relationship, if you can even call it that.”

That’s what gives him pause. “Of course this is a relationship.”

“This isn’t a relationship, I am just a woman you sleep with. Occasionally you open up to me, we share a cute moment and promises, and then you clam up and up goes the barriers, and it starts all over again. And every single time, we’re a little bit deeper into this thing we’re in. I’ve shared more, I’ve let myself be more vulnerable with you, emotionally and physically, I’ve deluded myself into thinking ‘This time it’s the real thing,’. And I’m afraid that this is going to be our reality. One day I wake up, 3 years in, tentatively living with you, trying to settle into the pieces of a life I’ve scrounged up with you, and you do this again.”

“I don’t speak on it, and I don’t like to because I try to keep it all together, but you don’t understand the toll it takes on me every time we do this back and forth. I was a train wreck when you quit. I had the trial looming over my head, Landry, a guy I considered one of my closest friends betrayed me in the worst possible way, you weren’t the only person scared of losing Naveen, and I couldn’t even verbalize any of it to you because you slammed a door in my face when I tried to bring it up, and then you left me. And then you did it again, and I spent two months worried that you might not even come home because you could contract the deadly disease you were off fighting. And then you go on national television declaring your relationship status, and you made promises to me on my deathbed that led nowhere, and then finally we make some headway in Hawaii and establish what we have going on, and then I come home to this. So while you say one thing to me, time and time again, your actions say otherwise. It’s clear I’m not a priority.”

This conversation triggers Ethan’s fight or flight response. He doesn’t know where this conversation is headed, but he’s smart enough to know it’s nowhere good.

“Naomi, what are you saying? Spell it out to me like I’m a preschooler.”

“I think we need a break,” Naomi says in one breath, afraid she’ll break if she prolongs this any further. The six words leave a sour taste in her mouth that she has to choke back.

“No,” Ethan’s tone is gruff, and the seriousness almost startled Naomi. “No, we’re not breaking up.”

“From where I’m standing, we already have,” Naomi retorts. “I’m just confirming it.”

Ethan takes one long stride towards Naomi, but she takes a step back. “Look, I am a daft asshole to put it mildly, and I know I have a lot of work to do, but this is by no means a reason for us to break up.” He takes another step forward, and now Naomi is backed up against the door. He tugs her forward, wrapping his arms around her. “I am sorry. I know the words probably sound hollow, but trust me when I say I mean it. I’ll fix this, I’ll do whatever it takes. You’re the only person I want, the only one I’ll ever want, and I’m not losing you. Not now, not ever.”

Through this right embrace, Naomi can feel just how rapidly his heart is beating. He’s scared.

A tear slips from the corner of her eye, and she’s too drained to even wipe it away. “This is reactionary. You’re saying all of this because you’re panicked, but if you meant any of what you just said, it wouldn’t take the threat of a breakup in order to want to change things.”

“It shouldn’t have taken me this long to realize what a fool I’ve been,” Ethan says. He refuses to let go of her, his arms still wrapped so tightly around her petite frame, he almost worries about crushing her.

“I agree.” What does that even mean? She gives him nothing more than that, and Ethan is left to stew in his own doubt and worry. Naomi breaks free of his embrace and presses a palm to his chest, signaling him to give her some space. “But I still think we need some space.”

“You don’t mean that.”

“Trust me, I do.”

It becomes hard to breathe. When Ethan woke up this morning, the last thing he expected was Naomi to dump him. “What can I do? Tell me how to fix this. Do you want consistency? Done, I’ll talk to you every single day, multiple times a day. Transparency? Sit down right now, and I’ll explain this entire lawsuit top to bottom. You want proof that I’m never going to up and leave again, you can take my fucking passport. Naomi, I don’t care what I have to do, I will do it, but I will not accept you walking out of that door.”

Naomi inhales deeply, trying to stop a full son from bursting out of her chest. He’s saying all the right things, but at the wrong time. It’s too late now. “I’ve warred with myself all day about this decision. You’re clearly not in the right space to sustain a healthy relationship, and that’s fine. I just need to remove myself from the situation, for my own health and well-being. And I think you need to do the same.”

“So...what? This is it? It’s over?”

“Let’s be honest Ethan, you never gave us the opportunity to begin.” She wants to touch him so badly, reach out a run her hand through his hair or stroke his beard one more time. It takes everything in her to not. “You’re a great doctor, one of the best ones I know, so I really hope you beat this entire lawsuit and I get to see you back at Edenbrook. Take care of yourself, Ethan.

Ethan shakes his head in denial. He refuses to let things end like this, and for her to give him the same cool professionalism she extends to every other coworker.

“Naomi, wait–”

She’s out of his apartment before he can convince her to stay. It doesn’t register until he hears the soft click of her door shutting that she’s actually gone. And another minute passes before the gravity of the situation finally dawns on him.

For the first time in a long time, he’s truly alone.

~v~

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bookmans-lavi · 7 years ago

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❝ Yū . . . you were a little TOUGH on that Finder an’ he’s been here for more than two years. ❞

Not that it makes a DIFFERENCE ;; Lavi is FULLY aware that the swordsman doesn’t care for the ones he registers as dropping like flies . Lavi sees it as more of an OPPORTUNITY .

@satanstories liked THIS POST for a starter with Kanda!

#ic;#satanstories #v ⁖ █ ;; I soon came to the point I didn’t know whether #;; Closed starter #{{ WE'RE BACK AT IT AGAIN SATAN }}

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sophiria · 4 years ago

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Flesh and Blood

Mobster!Steve Rogers x Female!Reader

Warnings: general dubcon, noncon elements, angst, funeral and talks of death, pregnancy, pregnant sex, unprotected sex, protective and possessive Steve

Word Count: 1711

A/N: thank you to my beta @imanuglywombat ♡

Summary: Steve knew all about your desire to be by yourself. But as long as he lived, he was never going to allow you to be on your own.

AO3 link

Steve couldn't take his eyes off of your grieving figure draped in an all-black outfit. You were beautiful and pregnant, glowing despite the grief. His younger brother Joseph Rogers Jr. couldn't have gotten himself killed at a worse time.

Steve couldn't help but be bitter, either. He didn't have a devoted wife who loved him and waited for him at home as you used to do for his now-dead brother. Being the older of the two condemned him to be shipped off to War and experimented on, only to come home to an empty house and an empty bed.

During the War, he had tried to make it work with Peggy Carter, but when it all ended, she came back to London for a full-time job, and he could not merely follow her there.

He still remembers when he had come back to New York, how you ogled his newfound super-soldier body, your lips parting as your surprised gaze flickered from his brother to him, then to him back to his brother. His only satisfaction was that his enhanced body frightened and attracted people at the same time.

As the funeral service was coming to an end, he observed how graceful and composed you were to people who expressed their condolences.

He suddenly missed the feisty attitude he knew you had in private. You liked to curse around him as you knew he didn't appreciate women swearing, which was true, up to a point. He loved your potty mouth, not that he would tell you that anytime soon.

"Steve."

Steve sighed. "What is it, Buck?" He asked his old friend, still not taking his eyes off of your sad and enticing tear-stained face.

He felt Bucky grasping his arm, trying to get his full attention. "Your sister-in-law is planning to leave us." His words prompted Steve to turn around towards Bucky completely.

Steve's eyes narrowed. "What do you mean by that?" He grunted.

Bucky inhaled sharply. "She's planning to run away because she's scared for the safety of the baby. I heard her talking about this with Maria Hill, who of course, agrees with her."

Steve's jaw clenched. "Of course," he replied sharply. "And what is she planning to do, exactly? The single mom with a target on her back? She should know that all of us are in danger, not just the people related by blood."

Bucky nodded at his words. "What are you planning to do with her?"

Steve glanced sideways, noticing the way you were clutching your belly.

There was no way he was going to let you get away from this family, from him, from this life.

"I'm going to protect her," he grumbled. "Whether she wants it or not."

After the burial of your husband, you asked your friend Maria Hill if she could accompany you back to your house.

Tiredness weighted down your frame; grief and hormones were making you bilious. You were five months pregnant, but your heart already ached for the fatherless life your little one was going to have.

And who on Earth would want the widow of a mobster? Probably a fellow mobster, which is what you wanted to avoid.

You bid goodbye to Maria as soon as you entered the threshold of your door. She wanted to stay with you, but you weren't in the mood to talk, and you knew she deserved rest after the weeks she had spent consoling and protecting you.

You took a shower, wanting to scrub the day off of you.

You changed into a comfortable grey maternity nightgown with a v-neck and long sleeves and ate some proteins before heading straight back to bed.

But as you approached your bedroom, your heart rate sped up, an invisible foreboding force lifting the hairs on the back of your neck.

You weren't alone.

You stopped dead in your tracks, too scared to move a muscle. You instantly wrapped your arms around your belly.

You gulped. "Whoever you are," you began. "I'm pregnant. Don't hurt my child, please." Silence. Then, a voice you'd recognize anywhere. "I would never do that."

What the fuck?

You reluctantly moved from the hallway and put a hand on your doorknob, slowly opening it.

Steve was sitting at the edge of your bed, his three-piece funeral suit still hugging his frame. His deep, piercing gaze cruised your figure, his eyes wandering from your belly to your face. "You shouldn't be all alone in this house," he told you stiffly. "You shouldn't be alone at all."

You shot him a glare. "Sure, come on in Steve," you scoffed, stopping dead in your tracks in front of the bedroom's door. "What do you want?"

He pressed his lips together. "I should ask you that, shouldn't I?" He huffed, folding his arms over his chest. "Bucky told me about what you are planning to do."

You swallowed. "You can't fault me for wanting to get away from this life," you told him angrily, clenching your fists. "They murdered my husband, your brother, and now my baby is going to grow up without a father."

His brows knitted in a frown. "Your kid will grow up with a father figure in his life."

Your eyes flashed with disbelief. "What?"

He puffed out his chest and put his hands on his thighs, looking more imposing than ever. "I'm a Rogers, Joseph was my brother," he reminded you as if you didn't know. "I have to take care of his widow."

You shook your head. "I don't want your help or your money, Steve," you snapped. "Joseph left me enough to start over somewhere else."

He raised his eyebrows. "No, you won't," he rumbled. "You will stay right here, in this family, with me."

You paused. Your hands went up, palms forward. "You can't be serious," you whispered in disbelief. "You're — "

He tilted his head. "I'm what?" He asked gravely. "I'm already your kid's uncle, and she or he will have my blood."

You blinked owlishly. "What are you getting at?" You breathed.

He stared fixedly at you. "I want you. All of you. And I want to raise your child."

You covered your face with your hands. "God, Steve, this isn't normal," you muttered. "I just lost my husband, who also happens to be your brother. Please, don't."

He clicked his tongue. He had to do this the hard way. "Take off your nightgown, Sweetheart, now."

Your eyes widened, your heart slamming against your ribs. "Steve, please."

He stood up and came up to you, but didn't touch you. "I would never hurt you," he told you firmly as he stared down at you. "But you will listen to me and do as I say."

You glared at him, your vision blurring. "Or what?"

You watched as his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat. "Take off your nightgown, slowly," he said coldly. "Don't make me ask you again."

You clenched your jaw and bowed your head as you started to undress. You had noticed Steve watching you before, but you never knew him to have such thoughts about you, though Joseph has always been wary of leaving you alone with him.

You shivered as you let the nightgown fall off on the ground, immediately covering your breasts. Steve's hungry and heated gaze focused on your plumper flesh and your five-months-old bump.

"Take off your panties too," he ordered, his voice thick with arousal. You slide them down your legs and stepped out of them stiffly. "Look at me," he commanded.

You trembled as you did. You were bare and vulnerable in front of your fully clothed brother-in-law who also happened to be a genetically enhanced super-soldier.

His gaze was all-consuming, the blue of his eyes swallowed by the darkness. "Steve," you whimpered with watery eyes.

"I'm not gonna hurt you," he repeated. "I'm going to protect you, Sweetheart."

You gasped as his hands found your belly, his touch buttery-soft. He observed it for a while, seemingly lost in thought.

He then wordlessly undressed and sat down on the bed, facing the dressing mirror. "Come here," he breathed roughly as his cock stood at attention.

You eyed him warily and took a few steps, coming to a halt in front of him. You trembled as he turned you around and spread your legs.

Your breath hitched as his fingers found your clit, rubbing circles on it.

He palmed your pussy with his free hand. "You are already very wet," he mused, increasing the speed of his administration on your sweet spot.

"Steve, my knees are buckling," you panted as you felt the pressing building. "Please, I can't stand like this — " He immediately clutched your body and pulled you on his lap, plunging into you with a snap of his hips. "Fuck," you moaned as you arched your back.

He increased the pace of his deep thrusts. "Goddammit," he groaned as he felt your walls squeezing him tightly.

You threw your head back as you felt his hands squeeze your breasts and his fingers tease your nipples. You were oversensitive, and you shuddered as you felt your orgasm approaching, his cock hitting your g-spot repetitively.

"C'mon on Honey," he rasped, "squeeze me harder and come for me."

And you did, crying out his name as you came hard around his cock. He cursed and pounded his hips harder, filling you up with his cum as he orgasmed.

Steve buried his head into the crook of your neck, pressing light kisses on your skin.

You rested your head on his shoulder, struggling to catch your breath as reality began to set in. You just had unprotected sex with your brother-in-law while pregnant with his dead brother's child.

Tears welled up your eyes as guilt and sorrow swelled within you.

"Hey, none of that," Steve warned you gently. He grappled your jaw, angling your face towards his own. "You aren't alone in this, do you get that?"

Your lip quivered. "Sure," you croaked.

His gaze focused on your lips. He licked his own and then kissed you hard, stealing your breath once again.

Steve knew all about your desire to be by yourself. But as long as he lived, he was never going to allow you to be on your own.

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tags: @buckybarnesplumwhore @stargazingfangirl18

#dark!steve rogers #mob!steve rogers #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers angst #steve x reader #dark!steve rogers x reader #mobster!steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x reader

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juletheghoul · 3 years ago

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Hey sweetie, hope you're doing well. Better than me I hope, in this Texas heat!!!😥🤤 When your muse permits, may I please have some more Dave York? I am a shameless slut for that suburban murder Dilf!!!

Hello lovely!

Okay - so I've written more for the soft!Dave fic I gave a preview for in this post and here and this picks up where that left off.

Pairing: Dave York x f!reader (soft!dave)

Smut under the cut (18+ NO MINORS semi-public touching, p in v sex, oral-female receiving) (word count 2.6k)

All in all it had gone better than he thought. He enjoyed your company - he found you attractive and you liked him. That was all he needed. The fact that you made him laugh had been a bonus. You were his new mission and it wouldn’t have mattered what you were like in all honesty but this was good. This he could work with.

He hadn’t meant to kiss you like that, he planned to take it a little slower, just a little peck to show you he was interested. He definitely didn’t expect you to open up for him like that, and he definitely didn’t expect to enjoy it so much. Another bonus.

He didn’t want to scare you away by reaching out too quickly, figuring a couple of days should be time enough. He wanted to make sure this worked out. He expected the same game of cat and mouse men and women have been playing with each other forever. He had waited to message you - which meant he would probably hear from you in a few hours.

-Hi - It’s Dave from the other night, wondering if you wanted to grab dinner on Friday?

He was doing some reconnaissance for an upcoming job and he wanted to read through his reports; he wasn’t expecting you to respond so quickly. Frankly, it was refreshing.

-Hey! Yes I’d love to, really happy to hear from you =)

He smiled despite himself, he didn’t expect you to be so open and honest.

-I’m glad to hear, I had a great time

He could see you typing your response before he put his phone down so he waited.

-Me too, thought maybe I’d scared you away - usually don’t make out on the first date

-Me either - glad we did though, you definitely did not scare me away. Just at work right now. Maybe we could talk more later?

-Sure! Hope you have a great day =)

-You too!

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He kept up the communication with you when he got home, answering your messages as he cooked himself a small dinner. He asked you all the questions people usually ask when getting to know someone, he flirted the best he could. He was doing everything in his power to make sure you were interested, without being vulgar. He briefly considered whether this was manipulation, presenting himself in a way he knew you’d respond to in order to secure a relationship. In a sense everyone did this, the difference was they liked the people they were chasing.

He didn't not like you, he just didn’t really like anyone. It all came from his training and subsequently, his job. He learned long ago to not hold onto anyone too close, it hurt more when you lost them.

This was good though, he was content.

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You couldn’t lie to yourself about how excited you were when Friday came around. He was consistent which was really important to you, he kept up with the messages and asked you actual questions and he seemed interested. It had been so long since you’d dated someone, since you felt excited about someone and seeing his messages gave you butterflies.

You had to stop yourself from running to the door when he knocked; you did your absolute best to reign in your heartbeat as you opened the door.

“Hi - hope I’m not too early.” He smiled - giving you a not so subtle onceover which made you momentarily self-conscious of your outfit choice; he must have taken notice of your expression.

“You look beautiful, are you ready to go?”

“Thank you - you look really handsome - Yes I’m ready.” You smiled as you grabbed your purse and locked your door.

You didn’t think this date could have gone better than the first but it did. He was charming, he was sweet and most importantly he made you laugh. His sense of humour was a lot like yours, dry and witty although you knew you could be a bit goofier than him. You didn’t want to get your hopes up too high but you really liked his company and although it was still early, you could see this getting more serious.

When he walked you to your front door you didn’t play coy.

“I hope you don’t think less of me, but I really want you to kiss me.” You moved closer - peering up at him through your lashes, hoping that you looked sexy.

“I hope you don’t think less of me, but I’ve been wanting to kiss you all night.” He was smirking at you and you felt yourself flush. His hand almost engulfed your face as he pulled you in closer.

The kiss was searing; his tongue licked the seam of your mouth - asking for permission which you gladly gave. He deepened it further, pressing you up against your front door- his hands moving from your face to your waist. He slanted his mouth to get deeper, to make you ache. Your hands found themselves in his hair, holding him closely while you pressed your body as close to him as you could. It went on longer than it had any right to.

When he pulled away you were both panting.

“I had a really great time, goodnight.” He kissed you softer then and waited for you to make your way inside. Any longer and you would have pulled him into the house with you by his belt. You were happy he made the decision for you.

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You had a few more dates and they were going better than you had imagined. He had come over for dinner one night, which ended in a very heavy makeout session on your couch before he went home. He was being really respectful which you appreciated, you really liked him and in the back of your mind you were nervous that he’d lose interest as soon as you gave it up. It was frustrating, because you were reaching your limit.

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You walked through the parking lot with him hand in hand, on your way into the theatre. He had let you pick the movie - horror of course - and you were excited to cuddle up with him. You had a plan tonight and it sent a hot spike of arousal through your belly.

He didn’t let you pay for anything usually but you insisted he at least let you pay for the snacks, it didn’t seem like he would let you but you gave him a pout and he relented. Smiling good naturedly and grumbling about not making that pout a habit.

You lifted the seat divider as soon as you picked out your seats, making your intentions of getting close quite clear. He seemed to have the same idea; bringing his arm around you and firmly tucking you into his side.

He smells so good you thought to yourself as you leaned into the crook of his neck, barely paying attention to the trailers. His palm rubbed at your arm through the soft material of your sundress as the movie started, the both of you getting lost in it briefly. When it got too gruesome or scary you tucked your face into his neck, bringing your hands up to block out the screen.

You felt him chuckle then, his low velvety voice whispering in your ear.

“We can leave if you don’t want to watch this.” He said it without judgement, caring only for your comfort even though this could have been an excuse for him to have you close. It hardened your resolve.

“No, I want to stay, but I think I'd like it better if you distracted me.” You gave him a mischievous smile, hoping he’d take the hint. Thankfully - he did.

He tipped your chin up and kissed you softly at first, but deeper as time went on. This was going to work, you could feel his desire for you in it. You were afraid he’d be scandalized at what you wanted him to do but you couldn’t wait anymore. You tentatively reached for the arm around your shoulder and brought down to grab your breast. He pulled away suddenly and it made you nervous - maybe he wasn’t into this.

“Here?” He wasn’t scandalized, he was wearing a smirk - seemingly enjoying the thought of it, feeling you up in the movie theatre like a teenager.

“Do you want to? It’s okay if you don’t.” he could see your self-doubt written across your face.

“Only if you promise to be quiet for me.” He whispered it into your ear and you almost let out a moan. He kissed you again and this time you felt his hand dip into the breezy neckline of your dress, surprising you even further by reaching into your bra. He held you close, moving his kisses to your jaw, your pulse point - rolling your nipple between his fingers by the time he reached your ear.

You were breathing a little heavy as he pulled at it slightly, anyone could have looked over and seen the two of you but it didn’t matter - not when it felt so good.

“Is this what you wanted? Does it feel good, baby?” He spoke in a low voice as he bit your ear and you could feel the arousal leaking out of you. He pinched at the other through the fabric as he kissed you again and it was too much, you grabbed at his thigh, breathing out a god yes as he continued his ministrations.

“I wish I could lick them right now, bite them a little bit, would you let me?” He was pulling at the collar of your dress slightly, enough for him to see into your dress a little.

“Right now? What if someone sees?” You were asking even though the thought of his mouth on your tits in the middle of a movie theatre almost made you cum in itself.

“I would be really careful, just a little lick.” He kissed your neck as he spoke and you realized then that you would have let him do whatever he wanted.

“Okay - fast though.” You laughed conspiratorially - you felt reckless and wild, and excited to have him touch you this way. He pulled you close to him, turning in his seat slightly and quickly pulled your dress down along with the cup of your bra. Seeing your breast out while there were -admittedly- very few people in the movie theatre caused your heart to race. He kept his word though, quickly lowering his head to lick your nipple, sucking it into his mouth. The swirl of his tongue around it had you biting your lip to keep your mouth shut. He couldn’t just have one though, pulling down the other cup to lavish the other one with the same attention and then quickly adjusting it so you were decent again.

You didn’t think you could make it through this movie with how your body was responding to him. Your panties were sticking to your body, your slick running freely and his words only served to amp up the arousal.

“Look what you did to me.” He brought your hand to the sizeable bulge in his jeans. You gasped slightly at the size, and suddenly you didn’t want to be in the theatre any more.

“Take me home David, now.” Your tone was iron and he didn’t argue; hastily pulling you up out of your seat in his haste to obey. The grip he had on your waist as he walked through the theatre and through the parking lot made you laugh with nervous excitement. You saw that he had an intensity about him that had you clenching painfully around nothing.

When you arrived at your place you practically ran inside; you had barely managed to close your door when he picked you up. Your arms and legs wrapped around him tightly as he held onto your ass. He walked you towards your room, pausing briefly to push you up against the wall in the hallway, halfway up the stairs, your bedroom door. Finally dropping you onto your bed.

He fell onto you and ground his hips against the soft fabric at your core. He was so thick, the pressure of him grinding into you was just right and you pulled at his shirt - wanting to feel his skin against you and when he took over you sat up to pull your dress off. He had your bra off faster than you thought possible.

“So pretty.” He dove in, sucking and biting at your nipples - drawing out whimpers and moans as you held his head close to your chest. You could see his saliva glistening on the soft skin of your tits when he alternated from one to the other and you couldn’t hold off any more.

“Please fuck me.” You pulled his face up from your chest to breathe the words into his mouth, the coil in your belly was already wound tight and he hadn’t even gone near your pussy yet.

“I didn’t bring a condom.” He looked a bit sheepish now, hoping against hope you’d have one.

“I’m on the pill, and I’m clean - but we can do other things if you aren’t comfortable.” You stroked his face softly, trying to convey that you wanted him either way. He hastily got up and took the rest of his clothes off while you shimmied out of your underwear. His cock bobbed out when he finally shed his layers, the tip of it weeping slightly - making your mouth water. He was bigger than your last sexual partner and though intimidated slightly, you were excited.

He crawled towards you as you watched him, settling his face between your thighs.

“You liked it when I licked your nipples baby? Look how wet and glossy you are.” He licked a strip from your fluttering entrance to your clit; he parted you with his tongue and focused on your clit, letting his saliva drip down to make you wetter. The steady glide of his tongue drove you into a frenzy. You barely registered your hands grabbing his hair, using him to grind yourself against his tongue. You were not going to last, you could feel yourself careening over the edge. The wave of it quickly racing up to crash over you. When he slowly slid two thick fingers into your cunt and curled them just so, the wave crested. Your body seizing up with the force of your climax.

“You taste so good baby.” He kissed your mound, the dip in your hip; he slowly made his way up the soft skin of your belly, pausing to give each nipple a quick lick before he settled between your legs. You felt the heavy weight of him sliding through your folds, the blunt tip of him nudging at your clit making you wince with overstimulation before he gradually fed himself into you.

He wrapped your legs high on his waist and rocked into you at a steady pace, you could see from his ragged breathing he was trying not to jack hammer into your wet heat, he was trying to make himself last.

The stretch of him was delicious, you felt full and his cock was hitting something that made you fall silent; made your eyes clench shut against his neck. You could tell he was getting close when he crushed you underneath him, resting almost all of his weight on top of you while he snapped his hips forward harder and harder. The sound of your joining a wet slap as he moaned in your ear - whispering about how good your pussy felt, how tight and wet it was, how he was going to cum- but not before he felt you cum first. He reached between you to rub little circles onto your clit, begging you to cum around him.

You obeyed, and he didn’t hold out much longer.

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