#[ ౨ৎ ] — library

[wandasaura]

CRUEL SUMMER

summary — maybe you were oblivious to the way you teased natasha with a cherry flavored popsicle, or maybe you’d known all along and you were just waiting for her to break

warning(s) — established relationship, married wandanat, temperature play, outdoor sex, nipple play, oral, degradation, food play (a popsicle and it’s never inserted), mild humiliation, semi orgasm control, daddy kink, dom/sub dynamics, brief domestic fluff, horrible popsicle stick joke, men/minors dni

authors note — a little summer snippet of our favorite couple! just wanted to expand on a little thought i had a few days ago!

you are in love

♥️⊹ ˚ . 18+, men/minors dni ⁺ 𓈒 ꒰💌꒱ ♡ ･ mommy maximoff ✧

The cherry flavor was tart as it spread across your tongue and tinted your lips the same color as Natasha’s hair, not your favorite flavor from the selection currently stashed toward the back of the freezer, but Wanda had mistaken it for strawberry when you asked so kindly for a treat. Your tongue swirled around the popsicle lewdly, catching each droplet of thawed syrup and ice before it had the chance to make a mess of your fingers. You had no desire to join your girlfriends in the pool, enjoying the stillness of the lounge chair that you made yourself comfortable against.

Despite your reluctance to plunge deep into the warm water, your body was covered minimally, triangular pieces of fabric concealing only what mattered most, although the visible swell of your breasts was undeniably tantalizing as rivulets of perspiration clung to you.

You waved at Wanda when she resurfaced, giggling softly at the disheveled appearance she sported despite her composed demeanor. The salt water had allowed kinks to form in her silky hair, and thin strands clung to her cheeks despite how she ran her fingers through her tresses and attempted to pull them taut behind her shoulders. She waved back, sending you a teasing wink before she was gone again, a blur of vibrant colors beneath the water as she kicked off the side of the pool and swam toward the deep end; her need for physical activity even on her days off boggled you, but a bored Wanda was not someone you wanted to deal with, so you watched her glide through the water with no outward commentary.

You sighed softly, eyes closing behind the thick frames of your sunglasses, tongue still working on the swiftly melting popsicle, savoring every ounce of tartness that dissolved on your tongue. You could always get up and retrieve another, but they tasted so much better when Wanda did the work for you, and you wouldn’t get so lucky if you asked her again. She’d just barely complied the first time, huffing beneath her breath about how she’d inadvertently turned you into a princess all while she disappeared into the house.

You frowned instinctively when something obstructed the warm sunlight cascading down against your face, inadvertently shielding your body from the gentle burn that was forming against your already tanned skin (this was not the first day you’d spent by the pool with your girlfriends, and it wouldn’t be the last until the cool days of September rolled around). The cloudless sky hadn’t provided anything more than a gentle breeze in hours, and curiously your eyes fluttered open, expecting to find a stray cloud to blame, though only to come up with a set of dangerous green eyes narrowed thinly in your direction.

Shyly, you peered up at Natasha, vibrant cherry popsicle still between your stained lips as you gazed at her sweetly. Droplets of salt water raced down her arms and perfectly toned thighs, sparkling beneath the sunlight she shielded you from. If you hadn’t been aware of how your movements taunted her before, you were now, realizing that her dazzling green eyes weren’t trained on yours like you’d initially thought, but rather watching closely as you lapped at the cool juices that threatened to dirty your hands and dragged your tongue slowly across the length of the frozen treat in an attempt to savor its subpar escape from the heat. Months ago, you would’ve apologized sheepishly, would’ve submitted beneath Natasha’s heavy stare the second it had fallen upon you, but now, with a refreshing confidence and security in your relationship, you moved the sunglasses up to the top of your head, holding her stare as you plunged the frozen treat as far as the wooden stick would allow, hollowing your cheeks only to suck in suggestively as you swirled your tongue around the treat.

“Parshivets.” She muttered beneath her in Russian, and while you were still learning her and Wanda’s native language, that single word was one of the few burned into your mind without translation. Brat. She’d called you that name for the first time only a few weeks ago, in a moment of intense connection that had both of your limbs trembling by the end, but somehow it had stuck just as easily as duckling had. You weren’t sure what you heard more of anymore, your name, or that single title that had wetness pooling in your panties instantaneously.

“Tvoy parshivets.” You rebutted, eyes narrowing challengingly as you glared up at her. Your defiance was the final straw, the last test of her patience, and within seconds, before you could even comprehend what was coming next, your beloved popsicle was in her hands and between her lips. “Hey!”

“Shut up.” She grumbled around the treat, slowly stalking closer, pressing her thighs into the edge of the lounge chair you laid across possessivky, making no move to press her body into yours like you’d anticipated, though the her simple presence was enough to assert ownership. When she pulled the popsicle away from her lips, she tilted it over your body, watching calmly as red droplets of thawed syrup fell against the exposed skin of your chest and belly. You shivered, a displeased whine filling the air that had been silent aside from the sounds of rippling water for so long. “I said: Shut. Up.”

“Why don’t you make me then!” You argued, kicking out in an attempt to rile her up, only to be captured by her strong grip before the sole of your foot could make contact with her thigh. You yelped in surprise when she pulled you down, your head falling onto the lower section of the lounge chair, your knees bent as your uncaptured foot remained steadily on the edge of the chair.

Her lips were on yours in a bruising kiss before you could recover from the abrupt change in position, her body hovering above yours as to not rub against the syrup slowly trickling down your body and staining your bikini top. Her lips were cold against yours, and as she descended down your body, shivers erupted across your spine, not only from the sensation of her icy lips against your pulse point, but in anticipation. Instinctively your thighs fell open, welcoming her body between them, which she appreciated and made sure to acknowledge. You moaned pathetically when her core ground into yours, her mound appling an addictive pressure to your clit.

“Daddy-” You whimpered, your bratty exterior melting away faster than your popsicle as her fingers worked to unravel the knot holding your bikini in place at the nape of your neck, her tongue following the trail of vibrant red syrup down your exposed breast. You gasped when the flimsy material was discarded, her lips wasting no time before they captured your nipple, her teeth biting down on the pebbled bud deliciously hard. A whimpered whine alerted Wanda of your current predicament, yet all the redhead offered was an amused laugh before she dove head first into the water again.

“Do you know what you were doing to me, utenok? Do you know how badly I wanted to come over here and replace that fucking popsicle? You’re all bark and no bite. The second Daddy’s lips are on those needy little nipples all you can do is whine. It’s pathetic.” She sneered, her tone laced with calculated mockery as she kept a firm grip on the stick of your treat, apparently not yet done with it.

Your bottoms were the next thing to go, leaving your body dressed in only a pair of designer sunglasses and red syrup. The last thing you’d been expecting was for her to bite the rest of your ice pop off the stick, swallowing it whole and attacking your unsuspecting cunt, but you watched it happen as if the world was in slow motion, felt the sensations creep into your bones as if they were merely in a movie, but all at once it caught up to you, and the sheer shock of her cold mouth against your hot center had your back arching off the lounge chair, inadvertently pushing your center farther into her face.

She lapped at your cunt with fervent motions. Her teeth nipped, her lips suckled, and her tongue; there were no words to describe the sensations her tongue provoked as she plunged it deep within your core, massaging your sensitive inner walls and your g-spot before she allowed it to soothe your clit with harsh stroke and flicks. Your moans were breathy as you grasped at her hair, pulling harshly at red curls that tickled your thighs as they fell over her shoulders, not sodden with water like Wandas, although for a fleeting second you wondered what it would feel like to have the saturated woman undoing you so passionately.

“Daddy!” You cried out when you felt the approaching pleasure of your orgasm building, your hands pushing at her head, unsure of what you craved more of and what was entirely too much. You whimpered when you felt the stretch of her fingers coming home to your pussy, allowing you no adjustment period as two fingers plunged deep into your cunt, replacing her tongue that instead sought out your tingling bud of hypersensitive nerves. “Daddy! Daddy!” Her name was a sacred mantra on your lips, falling into the air as you writhed beneath her strong grip, attempting to drive her farther into your body.

“You gonna cum? Are you gonna cum for me, parshivets? My filthy fucking girl, getting fucked outside, where anyone can hear you? Is that what you want? You want Agatha to hear you? I bet her windows open. I bet she’s inside, sitting at her table trying to read, but she can’t because all she can hear are your desperate fucking moans as your Daddy fucks you.” Natasha’s words sent vibrations through your core, pushing you closer and closer to the brink of pleasure, though she never permitted it. She never once gave you the answer you needed to fully enjoy it, and fiercely, you fought off your approaching orgasm because of that silent denial.

When her fingers curled into you, massaging that delicate spot that had you seeing stars, you almost begged for her to stop, to lighten up, but before you could, she gave you the one thing you needed. “Cum for me. Make a mess.” Natasha encouraged, rapturing your pulsating clit and spasming walls, drinking all of your pleasure before she pulled away, her mouth glistening, her fingers sparkling. You gasped for breath, chest rising and falling as you panted, the heat only heightening your breathlessness. “You don’t know how long I’ve been holding out for. Wanda thought I’d break the second you unwrapped that fucking popsicle.”

Sheepishly, you giggled softly, readjusting your sunglasses when Natasha stood up and moved aside, the sun falling over your body once more. “I didn’t realize until you came over here. I wasn’t even doing it on purpose.” You admitted, though Natasha had already known that.

“Oh, I know. You’re just too fucking tempting for your own good.” She giggled, kissing your lips sweetly, your arousal still coating her tongue as she licked at your lips teasingly. When she pulled away, she glanced down at the stick in her hands, a soft laugh falling off her lips. “Why did the book join the police force?”

“He wanted to be undercover!” Wanda bellowed from the pool, apparently honed in on your conversation despite how frequently she disappeared beneath the welcoming water.

“I’m all sticky now.” You pouted, realizing that the syrup, despite being licked off, had left a reside on your skin.

“I guess you’ll just have to join us then.” Before you could acknowledge her, Natasha had picked you up in her arms, your bathing suit still discarded on the grass in a messy heap of fabric, although the picket fence around the property prevented you from being seen, so it didn’t matter much if you out it back on or not. You shrieked when you realized what she was doing, but before you could plead for your freedom, she’d dropped you into the deep end.

“Nat!” You scolded when you resurfaced, your freshly washed hair now soiled by the salt water that dampened it.

“Oops?” Your girlfriend sang sweetly, jumping in right beside you, capturing you in her tight embrace with faux sympathy. “Go get Wanda.” She whispered in your ear, and that was enough to win her forgiveness, immediately seeking out your other girlfriend who pretended to despise the way you clung to her like a koala.

“I love you.” You mumbled against her lips, catching her by surprise though not an unpleasant one.

“I thought I got you strawberry. Sorry, baby.” She apologized softly, holding tightly to your naked ass, giving it a teasing spank beneath the water.

“That’s okay. Cherry’s Nat’s favorite.”

[blushhbambi]

CLARK KENT STACKᝰ.ᐟ

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[berzattosmuse]

your sign to visit your local public library because i love mine i think she deserves the world

[readingwiththestars]

₊˚⊹♡ NOTHING LIKE THE MOVIES

["Trust me, Lib," I said, picturing her lips. "In a crowd of million ski masks, I'd still be able to find you."]

| ✮ 3 stars |

ᝰ.ᐟ ⊹ arc review thank you to netgalley + simon and schuster for providing me with an e-arc in exchange for an honest review

THOUGHTS ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . [minor spoilers]

ok. i put this review off for a couple days cause i knew this was gonna be harder to write because i love lynn painter books, really. buuttt i was horribly disappointed with this one. i'm the biggest wesliz fan but... like yeah i cant even form coherent thoughts about it. like this was unnecessary there was no point in shattering their relationship to write this.

like it was good to see wes's pov and everything but it felt so... idk yeah. (see im still struggling so bad to find words.)

one thing i would formally like to invite lynn to STOP doing though is shoving every taylor/ pop culture reference on the planet into the book. like holy shit woman. i few is okay BUT NOT THAT MANY COME ON!!!! they were in the middle of a fucking argument and wes is quoting illicit affairs or some bullshit. usually i love finding little references on page but this felt like too much.

i feel like she's whipped out her computer and gone straight to some dog fanpage or just plainly scrolled through edits seeing people saying "this song is so wesliz coded" and shoved those songs into the book. there is an on page reference to in between reference saying its their montage song.

also um this shit: ”little liz can’t come to the phone right now. why? oh. because she’s dead.” and somehow when jack antonoff was randomly brought up??? like some people are good at weaving taylor swift lyrics into books. lynn you are not.

also lynn take this a plea to never use the word "growl" or "growled" in a sentence ever again when describing your male characters. and to never write this sentence “she’s one of the guys you know? she’s just… different,” EVER AGAIN. PLEASE.

WHAT I DID LIKE THO WAS THE TINY TINY CRUMBS OF BAILEYCHARLIE AND NICKEMELIE (even tho nick was only mentioned and i dont think emelie was even there but eh)

CHARACTERS ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

liz - ok so weirdly enough she was the most tolerable and still intolerable at the same time. like she was so different from the liz in bttm the sunshiney, wearing dresses of all different colours and her love of romcoms. she was described as anti-love and was practically a full on different character seriously. if you liked the first book maybe dont have high expectations for nltm. like i do understand she had her heart broken and so obviously that makes sense for some of the change but it had been two years and as liz likes to say SO FUCKING MUCH "she's moved on, she's moved past it, its in the past" well for someone who's moved on you sure like to avoid the past a lot. also idk who tf she was trying to fool with that whole "i don't like wes, im over him." shit like gurl- you were literally kissing 2.5 seconds ago whats with the switching sides. and there was SO much about her leaving "little liz" behind. like what was so wrong with liking flowers and romcoms? and being a hopeless romantic and wearing bright colours?

wes - okay so it was quiet heartbreaking to hear abt wes's side of this book (except for the whole pursuing liz part) and i did feel sorry for him. but like what happened to the sweet, caring wes in the first book. and tell me why i had to read THIS sentence “climb on me like a good girl,” LIKE MY EYES LYNN WTF????? i did not sign up for this wes, like no stop telling me how obsessed you are with liz's lips or how she's a mythological sex goddess- boy sit ur ass down. and don't even get me started on the beginning of the book. WHAT WAS THAT SHIT? why was wes acting like a 7yr old excited for school and talking (so much) abt his love for scootering? SCOOTERING. LYNN PAINTER WHAT THE EVER LOVING HELL? SCOOTERING. DO YOU HAVE SOME OBSESSION WITH THEM OR SOMETHING? WHY DID THOSE DUMB THINGS KEEP SHOWING UP?? like tell me why i needed to read this shit: "i fucking loved the scooters ..... wes + scooters = HEA" ..... lynn.

QUOTES ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

im not going to bother to find any of these, see: im too lazy

all in all i still liked some points when both of them were acting normal. which is why its a 3. but i feel like this is leaning towards a hate review but yeah idk i cant actually pin point parts that i remember liking- also the ending??? what was that? it made no sense to me.

[viviraien]

imagine...

him holding you tight, peppering kisses all over your face. After a long day, he finally got to see you, holding you with such care. a little while after, he treated you out to a nice dinner, at a fancy restaurant. when you both got back home, he brought you close, cuddled you and held you as you both gave each other a soft kiss, one on the forehead, and one on the lips. and slowly, began falling asleep .

your f/o

(im lazy so js look at tags for people..)

[lovestruckhaze]

my vinted package arrived we all cheered 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[encantarmocha]

౨ৎ 𝐟𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 ─ 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐭𝐡 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 by alexene farol follmuth.

date of read: 30/01-04/02

rating: ⭑⭑⭑⭑

i have been waiting to buy this book, since alexene published 'my mechanical romance' i was hooked on her work and wanted more. so the moment this was shown available i was buying it to read. it was such a nice read!

the main character and love interest is so likeable and they have their own quirks which shine through the writing, was a joy to read.

[bichettes]

oh my god she’s so cute

[siccbugg]

i’m going to go to the library tmrw. decided! so so so excited yayayayay!!!!

[wandasaura]

she’s so mean 🥹 but she’s so soft 🥹

(these gifs are meant to encapsulate my horny breakdown)

𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 || 𝐰. 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟

a/n: happy halloween, gays!! It is uhh... 8:30pm on the day and I got tired of editing this now massive fic, but we're gonna ignore that and post anyways because it's my planned Halloween fic. Time isn't real, have some possessive sorority!Wanda

warnings: 18+, minors DNI; smut; fingering (r giving); lowkey Wanda manipulating the situation because she got everyone out of the house?; pet names (good girl, sweetheart, baby); semi-clothed sex; good gay lap sits; probably other things that I'm forgetting rn but literally just.. more of my sorority!AU stuff

summary: Wanda heard of your crush, but you never acted on it. That was fine until she saw you talking to other girls, then it became her job to take you away before anyone else could.

words: 5.6K

kinktober masterlist. || main masterlist.

“Will you be a dear and come help me pick out what to wear tonight?” You nearly broke your neck with how fast your head whipped around. Wanda was behind you, fiddling with her signature rings, the sweetest pout you’d ever seen on her face. As president of her sorority, Wanda tried her best to look nice at every party she attended and Halloween was certainly no exception. On paper it was a lovely little bonding activity amongst the sororities and fraternities on campus, but anyone with eyes and ears knew that it was going to be an outright rager. But still, Wanda needed to look good.

Usually she asked Natasha or Carol; those three were an inseparable trio. Everyone loved them and anyone who didn’t, well, you didn’t see those types of people around much. They’d pledged in their first year together and now, two years later, they were practically untouchable. You were a new pledge, somehow Natasha’s husky voice enticed you to try out and Carol’s strong arms pushed you through every weird trial they put newbies through during rush week. If you hadn’t known any better, you would’ve thought they’d decided to let you join as soon as they set eyes on you and they just wanted to see you suffer the humiliation of hazing for their own amusement.

But the final straw was Wanda Maximoff.. With her bright green eyes and dazzling smile, she could tell you to set the world on fire and you would grab the closest match. You didn’t get to talk to her much; partially because of conflicting schedules, but mostly because you became the clumsiest fool alive in her presence. The last thing you wanted to do after being allowed to join the sorority was make your crush on the president known, how embarrassing.

You realized she was staring at you expectantly, trying to hold back laughter at whatever stunned face you must be pulling. “You seem to be the only one here and I’m so indecisive..” Her voice sounded mildly exasperated, like she’d been trying by herself for a while already with no luck. “If you’re too busy I can just-”

“No! I’ll help!” Scrambling off of the couch, you discarded the book you’d been reading, quickly stepping around to stand by her. “Whatever you choose will look amazing, I’m sure! You’re already just so hot- I mean, pretty- no ugh.. great. You’re great.” Mentally you were banging your head against the wall; even after months, you could barely manage a sentence around her. If you could just give her some simple feedback and keep it together, it’d all be fine.

Wanda hid her chuckle behind her hand, unable to fully hide that she’d heard your fumbling. She wanted to see more of it. Over the past few weeks, she’d gotten word of a possible crush from around the house- a new pledge who was practically falling over herself to avoid Wanda for fear of letting it slip. At first she was content to just watch you from afar, silently knowing she could count on you for any random task, but then the parties started and it was becoming clear that there were other people who wanted your attention. That just wouldn’t do. She wanted you and she always got what she wanted. You were hers, whether you knew it yet or not.

“Come with me, sweet girl, I don’t have all day.” She took your hand and pulled you along with her, pretending to ignore the way your cheeks flushed deep at her sudden choice of nickname for you.

≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫

As president, Wanda occupied the largest room in the house. She was known to host sleepovers on certain weekends, ordering the nicest foods and supplying more self-care activities than any one girl could handle in a single night. It was infamous, rumors spreading of who kissed who and what secrets were shared to the wrong person lasted for a while. No one turned down the invitation: except you. ‘Something’ came up at the last minute and you had to rush away one of your friend’s dorm rooms to hide for the night.

Consequently, this was your first time stepping into her room and it was the perfect reflection of her. Neutral colors adorned the space, splashes of red here and there for variety, and plants by the window all screamed Wanda’s influence. Unfortunately you weren’t able to do more than get a quick passing glance because Wanda was rushing you along to her closet. Which, closet was a misleading term- it was the biggest you’d ever seen and in the back of your mind you wondered if she’d somehow taken over what would’ve been a neighboring room because somehow, on the topmost level of the house, her room was the only one there.

As much solitude she needed when she had guests or wanted privacy. And you two were the only ones home right now. You didn’t know whether to run or ask to stay forever. “Do you like it?”

You turned to her blankly, still trying to take in the gigantic space being used to house one singular college student. “Uh- yeah it’s nice. I can see why you have so many people over.” Wanda tilted her head, regarding you with a furrowed brow while you realized the implications of your words. “No wait, I didn’t mean it like that! You have a normal amount of people over I’m sure, not like you’re a- no no, I’m not going to even go there.. I just meant that everyone always talks about spending time here and it’s very cozy here and I get it now!”

She could’ve stopped the ongoing stream of word vomit at any time, but it was too cute. In her trio of friends, Wanda was arguably the least intimidating, always offering a kind smile to anyone who needed reassurance, but no matter how sweet she was when you happened to cross paths, you were helpless around her and she loved how powerful it made her feel. True, she could have anyone, but you were just so sweet and innocent. Her girl to snatch up and keep forever.

“You weren’t at my sleepover though,” Wanda put on her best pout, bottom lip sticking out as she turned away from you to wander through her closet, picking out possible dresses for the night. She’d put on her cutest nightgown just for you when she was putting together her party; that was the night she wanted to make her intentions known, but somehow you’d slipped away with an emergency that Carol saw through as soon as she’d heard. Wanda spent the whole night irritated beyond belief, refusing to participate in anything and hostile to anyone who asked her what was wrong. Everyone actually in attendance had seen the scary side of Wanda, watching her obsessively pull every bit of information about the friend you were staying with out of anyone who had the misfortune of coming too close to her. None of it was enough to quell the possessiveness running through her veins, “I heard you went to go see your friend instead.”

You didn’t miss the distaste dripping from the ‘friend’ part of her sentence, but you figured she was upset about your absence more so than who you were with. You never could have guessed it was a strange mix of both. “Sorry about that, but you probably wouldn’t have had much fun with me anyways. I don’t do well with parties, I get way too nervous.”

“Oh I don’t know, sweetheart,” Wanda had her gaze set on herself in the mirror, switching between two possible outfits on hangers in front of her, “I think I would’ve had a lot of fun with you.” She didn’t have to look over her shoulder to know how she’d caught you off guard; your small squeak was enough. The brunette did turn around though, looking clueless as ever as she held out the two dresses. “Which is better?”

Shaking your head, you tried to focus on giving your opinion, but the thought of her in either -a red strapless thing or a black one with an open back- continued your downward spiral. This shouldn’t be this hard— crushing on Wanda Maximoff was unrealistic and unattainable, especially if you could only act like an idiot. “Uhm.. the red one?”

She gave a hum in response, pretending to think about what you said. “I’ll just have to try them on. Sit over there.” Her voice was authoritative, leaving no room for argument, and you were curling up in the vanity chair before you knew any better. And suddenly sitting down was your only solace because Wanda was stripping down in front of you as if she was alone and your entire body went numb.

Wanda was gorgeous from head to toe; you knew that, thought about it more times than you’d like to admit, but seeing her? No one else could compare. It took everything in the older girl not to kiss you right there, watching your gaze struggle between staring and looking anywhere but here through the mirror reflection. How cute. She pulled the dress over her head with a fake struggle, shimmying the short garment down until it settled just past her hips. That dress was made just to torment you, you were sure. There was no other explanation for why Wanda was standing mere feet away from you, scrutinizing her appearance as if there was anything at all to fix.

“You look nice! More than nice, really, I think you should wear that one. No one will be able to take their eyes off of you.” You were shifting in your seat, trying to get your mind off of how uncomfortable sitting was becoming, but then Wanda was looking over her shoulder at you with wide eyes, like she was shocked to hear such a compliment from you and you had to bite down hard on the inside of your cheek.

It was then you realized that for however much you ranted about her to your friends, you’d barely talked to Wanda past a casual conversation. She didn’t seem to have that much interest in you until today; part of you wondered why now, but, flustered as you were, you didn’t hate spending time with her. With the look Wanda was giving you, it didn’t seem to mind it either, “You really think so?”

“Of course! People look at you all the time anyways, but with that? There’s no doubt.” Her face looked so genuinely touched and it confused you, certainly she knew how much everyone adored her. Hearing it from just a lowly new pledge shouldn’t be that meaningful.

But Wanda wanted to hear it from you. As far as she knew, you weren’t one to just hand out compliments so if she’d gotten one from you, you must really like her, right? It’d be so much easier to keep you if you truly wanted her. And she could make you need her to look at you like she was now, full of adoration and kindness; everyone else already did. “Zip me up?”

She’d asked it innocently, but before you could even start to stand, Wanda was kneeling in front of your chair with her back facing you. Her hair fell gracefully over her shoulder with gentle coaxing and the skin of her neck and upper back was laid bare to you, much to the dismay of your barely hanging on sanity. Your hands were shaky as they reached out, careful not to pinch any of the unmarred skin of her back— somehow you managed, “There you go, all set.”

“Mm.. thank you, dear,” Her voice was sinfully sweet which set you on edge enough, but then she was turning around and settling herself between your legs. A head fell gently, soft cheek pressed into the top of your thigh, and when her hand rested on the other, you were sure this was the end of you. “Do you know what makes me sad?”

“N-No? What’s wrong?” She’d just looked so happy; you wanted that Wanda back. You longed to run your thumb over her pouting lips, just to maybe watch her smile again.

“You went to the homecoming party we hosted and then other random ones. I know because I saw you there... dancing with other girls, letting them cuddle with you at the end of the night on couches,” Wanda could hear the contempt rise in her voice, hardening with the thought of anyone else so freely touching what should be hers. She caught herself before you noticed, switching back to the gentle voice you’d come to automatically tune into, “But when I invited you to my sleepover, you made up some excuse to get away. Every time I see you, you’re never around long… Do you just not like me?”

God her eyes were so green. They were so clear, searching your own curiously as if she was trying to read your thoughts. “Of course I like you!” Like was an understatement; more and more Wanda was occupying your thoughts. It was a genuine embarrassment at this point and the things rolling through your mind as she sat knelt between your legs was doing nothing to lessen that. “I-I just..”

“Just what?” She looked over your flushed cheeks, your fingers rapidly tapping against the chair arm, how tense your body was so close to hers as if one wrong move would be the death of you- it was near impossible to hold back the sadistic grin begging to spread across her face. “Do I make you nervous, baby girl?”

You were sure you were on fire by now. There was no way flames weren’t licking at your cheeks after such a choice name, one you didn’t expect to react so strongly to. “Well, maybe a little?” Wanda was frowning now, sitting up straighter while her thumbs rubbed slow circles into your inner thighs.

Subtly as you could, you chanced one shift, just one to try to free yourself from the nagging wetness so evident between your thighs, and Wanda caught it. She knew she had you. Now all she had to do was officially make her claim. This was always her favorite part. “Oh don’t be nervous, I’d never hurt you.” Not unless you wanted her to— or if you stepped out of line, but there was no need for that yet.

Wanda finally got up from her knees and you thought maybe, finally, you could take a breath, but then she was settling herself on your lap with her hands on your shoulders and the exhale you let out was anything but steady. Her dress was so short that if you’d dared look down you were sure you could see a hint of the lace panties you’d admired from afar just moments ago, long legs folded on either side of your own in what now seemed to be the smallest chair ever. You were so precious trying to keep your eyes in just the right place, scared of ever possibly offending her; Wanda wondered when you’d catch on that she was coming onto you this whole time. She wanted you to stare at her greedily, to ruin looking at anyone else ever because you had her- what more could you possibly want?

“Do you want to make me happy?” You nodded dumbly, watching her sit up on her knees to tower over you just a bit, her long hair landing on your shoulders now. A stern hand cupped your chin and tilted your head to look up at her. Wanda looked serious all of a sudden and somehow even without her saying it outright, you knew you needed to comply. With a second nod of approval, Wanda grinned, victorious. “Good girl.”

She pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose, pleased with your submission. Your hands settled on her hips as if you were touching glass, as if you could ever scare her away. You were right where she wanted you. “I’m going to keep you all to myself, little pledge.”

You shivered at the nickname, gaining enough confidence to press small circles into the tops of Wanda’s hips with your thumbs. The breath you took was stupidly deep; here you were, the object of your affections holding your head in her perfectly soft hands and telling you she wanted you (to keep you, whatever she meant by that) and yes, maybe she was being a bit forward about it, but if you were being honest, it was kind of hot. All you had to do was say yes. With the way Wanda was looking at you, you were sure anything but yes would ruin your social life for the rest of college. Thankfully you’d already made up your mind.

Nervous as you were, you gripped her hips harder and pulled her in until your noses were touching, “I want that.. with you..” Wanda’s grin grew impossibly wide, over the moon with the evening’s events.

“I know exactly how you can keep me happy right now.” Wanda watched as your eyes grew wide, pupils blown with equal parts lust and shock. It was hard to restrict herself to just one motion of her hips meeting yours, instantly needing more. If she were the type to beg, she would’ve asked by now. But Wanda didn’t beg for anything. She grabbed your hand with gentle determination, lacing her fingers with your own so sweetly you nearly forgot she was grinding against your leg for a second. “If you want to play, that is?” Your joined hands met where you were too nervous to look, but shaking fingertips grazed damp fabric and in what was probably the boldest move you’ve ever made, you pressed into the lace. You hadn’t given a care to how she’d react, your only thought to feel what was now so torturously close to you.

Almost instantaneously, Wanda giggled and you froze, humiliation at your eagerness washing over you. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to-”

“Yes you did.” She was kissing you with purpose now and if that wasn’t overwhelming enough, the brunette was rolling her hips against your still entwined hands.The way she moved had you thinking she was mimicking how she typically got off alone, not so subtly showing you how she’d learned to tease herself— apparently she loved ruining her entire wardrobe of undergarments for the sake of her own pleasure. Struggling to keep up, you moaned into the kiss and Wanda’s tongue slipped into your mouth, easily taking the lead while she explored the arching outlines of your teeth. She must’ve sensed your nerves because she was shushing you, pecking the corners of your lips while letting you catch your breath. Her bottom half didn’t stop moving though, too selfish to sacrifice the pleasant friction while she soothed you. “You’re okay, sweetheart, I’m not mad. In fact,” Wanda kissed a trail over to your ear, tugging your earlobe between her teeth for a second too long before speaking again, “I’d really like it if you kept going.”

Everything in you screamed to give her what she wanted. You weren’t clueless; you knew what she was talking about, but the fear of possibly disappointing her kept you stuck. Besides a few fumblings around with other girls, you’d never done much by way of giving and definitely not with someone as breathtaking as Wanda. When you looked at her again, it was with dread, afraid your hesitancy had angered her, but all you saw were those kind eyes again. More mischievous than you’d ever seen them, but still gentle. “I don’t want to do the wrong thing.”

“Ah, don’t worry, my sweet girl, I’m not made of glass. I won’t break.” She laughed, a soft, light thing that set your mood at ease. “I’ll show you just what to do. You only need to know how to make me feel this way from now on anyway, don’t you, darling?” You nodded in time with her, the idea of learning all the ins and outs of Wanda, just Wanda, both calming your nerves and tightening the coil in the pit of your stomach. She pulled away just long enough to shimmy out of the chair and pull the thin lace from her hips, leaving it on the floor to sit atop you again.

The heat of her core on your thigh enticed you instantly, but when she’d gotten up, she also dropped your hand and you were reaching out for her, “Wanda..” She took your hand again, silently heartwarmed you wanted to keep holding it.

“Hush now, do what I tell you,” Like clockwork, Wanda brought you back between her thighs and this time you gathered the courage to look down. Her tight dress stayed bunched above the curve of her hips, giving you full access to the clean-shaven pussy you were ashamed to admit you’d dreamt about more nights than not. “I want you to fuck me on your fingers and then whenever you’re tempted to touch another girl, you’ll remember how I feel instead.” She turned your open palm to cup her, squeezing your hand until you got the hint and did the same to her body, molding into shape until you could feel her from the base of your wrist to the tips of your fingers. Wanda was hot, burning up even, and you wanted, no— needed, to sate her desires. To make her just as flustered as she always made you. You wanted to be so good at it that you were the only one she sought out when she needed to alleviate any ache.

Her hand left yours to steady herself against the arm of the chair, “Go on, you can touch.” And so you did. Moving slowly over the length of her, studying every twitch of her muscles when you made contact with certain places; you wanted to see it all. “I didn’t give you permission to tease,” Wanda’s firm warning reminded you of your task and you sparked into action, parting her folds and running your fingers along slick skin. You could just barely smell her, heady and sweet as you explored. Your pride swelled when you found her clit and Wanda hissed, round and prominent against the sides of your fingers. “That’s it, baby, just like that.” Trapping the nub between your first two fingers, you squeezed ever so lightly and Wanda bucked into the painful pleasure. It was agonizing moving so intently, being touched right next to where she wanted, no matter how she twisted and turned. She didn’t know where you learned that trick, but fuck, it was driving her to such an irritation fueled neediness. “Circles, now. Use your thumb.”

The speed at which you obeyed shocked even you. Chalking it up to naive eagerness and following directions, the pad of your thumb met the bud previously trapped between your fingers, trying a few experimental lazy circles. “Like that?” It was Wanda’s turn to nod fervently, a moan deep in her throat as you found the perfect rhythm.

“Just like that… tell me, do you think about having me like this often?” The rough texture of your thumb drove her wild, especially once you found your footing. Confidence gave you the willpower to speed up without her having to ask, the slippery friction only making her rut into you harder.

A change of direction that almost made Wanda’s knees buckle snapped your focus to your lap, catching just a glimpse of her deep pink center each time she went forward, “I think about you a lot, Wanda..” Your voice sounded entranced and maybe you were because the sorority president definitely occupied a good chunk of your thoughts each day, particularly when you found your mind wandering to less socially appropriate topics. “You’re so stunning, just want to make you feel as bad as I do for you.”

The admission had Wanda clenching around nothing, a fresh gush of wetness threatening to leak down her thighs and she knew, as blissfully good your fingers felt on her, she needed you inside. “Oh baby, you have no idea..” You dared to tug at her clit while she was talking, cutting off her thoughts mid-sentence with an almost pitifully needy squeak, “That wasn’t very nice, don’t interrupt me again.” She leant in for what you thought was a kiss, but turned out to be a painful nip at your lips, her sharp teeth drawing blood.

“You’ve done so well so far, such a quick learner.” Wanda’s tongue soothed over the throbbing sting of her bite, a quick apology for her bought of anger because she saw a tear pricking at the corner of your eye. “None of that now, baby, you’re okay. I need you to fuck me now, do you think you’re ready for that?” She grabbed your wrist again just long enough to draw you downwards, pleased that you got the hint and rested your fingertips at her entrance. “Just one right now, don’t you dare add another until I say.”

She was breathy as you circled her hole while she instructed you, but the lingering hurt on your lips reminded you she was still very much in control and in charge. “I’ve thought about fucking you since I saw you at the first invite meeting..” Why you were telling her this, you didn’t know. If you could guess, Wanda enjoyed hearing how much she played on your mind and, if it helped you get to your end goal of feeling her fall apart on your fingers, you’d tell her even her darkest secrets. “You make me so nervous every time you’re around, I was always scared I’d slip up and say something embarrassing so I tried to stay away.” You pushed one finger into her slowly, savoring the first time feeling her sheathed around your digit. Wanda was impossibly hot, already gripping you like she wanted more than the thickness of only one of your fingers, but you made yourself wait. You’d never forgive yourself if you fucked this up now.

“What were you scared you’d say to me?” The brunette let her chin rest on your shoulder, her low voice resonating almost directly into your ear. You liked this position; it let you feel her breath quicken as you started to move your hand, pulling almost all the way out before pressing in once more. “Keep going, work me open and I’ll let you put another one in.”

It should’ve been illegal for Wanda to say things like that to you; you hadn’t expected her to be such a talker. She was typically so quiet unless she needed to interact, but then again, you were also quiet and the list of naughty things you wanted to say to her was endless. “U-Uh.. I was always worried I’d talk about how kissable I think you look, especially when you get all dressed up for parties. Or how whenever I see your legs, I think about them wrapped around my head.. I’m looking at them now and I just- wow..” Your finger found a steady pace and Wanda wrapped her arms around you, hands gripping your shoulders as she so obviously tried to hold back any noises that sounded too submissive. Selfishly, you made a vow to force them out of her one day.

“Mm..” Wanda didn’t know why she was torturing herself; she’d thought about this with you for so long. She’d painstakingly arranged so many things for everyone to be out of the house and non-disruptive this afternoon just to have you right where she did now— why she denied both of you the satisfaction of finally fucking her properly was sheerly masochism on her part. “Is that why you won’t stop looking down?” She heard the deep gulp you took, knowing you’d been caught unabashedly staring at the junction of her hips for way too long and too intently to be just nerves.

Maybe you should have been looking at her, but you were too busy committing the sight of her to memory to raise your head. “You’re just gorgeous all over, Wanda. I can’t help it,” You gave her an especially deep thrust, as far as your bent fingers would allow, just to watch the clench of her lower tummy… some previously untapped part of you wanted to bite it. “I was terrified to say I wanted you because I want only you. You’re all I think about.. the thought of sitting so close to you at your sleepover.. I couldn’t have survived without falling all over myself all night.”

If Wanda had known she had you this wrapped around her finger already, she would’ve made her move sooner. So many nights stewing over your niceties to other girls could’ve been saved; none of them got to have you like this, you didn’t want anyone besides her to. You were already hers long before today, “Second finger, fuck me how you imagined I’d like it.” You pulled out short, plunging back in with two fingers until they were buried in her tight cunt without another thought.

Wanda was gasping, fingers clawing at your upper arms while you fucked into her with determination. You’d never say it aloud, but you thought about what Wanda would sound like split open on your fingers more than you thought about her doing the same to her. Reality was so much sweeter than your imagination. She was soaking your hand, fingers glistening every time you pulled out; idly, you wondered if she’d let you taste her if you made her happy enough. “You’re already so tight around my fingers. If you look, you can see how much you’re dripping onto my hand… Is it because I said I only want you?” You felt her nod, pulling a whine from her as you finally curled your fingers. “It’s true, you know. How could I ever want anyone else when you’re right here? You can keep me as long as you’ll have me, I’m yours.”

She must’ve looked down because she shifted, her hips now moving in time with your wrist as much as she could in her shaky state. Your free hand moved to help guide her, grounding her jerky motions, and this time when you curled your fingers, it was perfect. “There! Right there.. do it again, please—!” Self-preservation told you to ignore the ‘please’ part and just do what she said, hitting the same spot each time you bottomed out in her.

Wanda was close to breaking, it would just take one final push. You brought your thumb back to her neglected clit, running quick strokes over it until she was crying out. If you’d eased your focus for just one second, you would’ve missed your name amongst her stream of expletives, but you were blessed enough to hear it and the sound was music to your ears. “I love you like this…” Pure awe and excitement kept you from saying anything remotely intelligent, but as Wanda came down from her high, she buried her face into the crook of your neck so you figured you must’ve done something right. “Thank you,” After a moment of silence, Wanda made a vague noise of confusion, her brain not yet letting her formulate a response. “I mean for you know, this? I’d really like to do it again— well, we should do this again?”

You shut yourself up before you could embarrass yourself further, but then Wanda was stretching, fully sitting on your lap now, and you could feel evidence of her orgasm seeping through your pants. “What part of ‘I’m keeping you’ implied that this was ever a one time thing?” Her smirk left you blushing, fidgeting in the chair to offset the chance of you saying anything even more stupid. Some part of you didn’t think she was serious when she’d mentioned it earlier; surely she wouldn’t want to date an average lowly sophomore when she was both a junior and president of her sorority. Wanda could have any one and she really did want you.

While you were distracted, she took her fingers from your lap and nudged wet fingertips against your lips. “Open.” Your mouth opened wide for her to place the intrusion in, only to drop her own hand, trusting you to know what to do. Of course you did, having wanted to for months and silently lamenting you didn’t get to fulfill that dream today as well. The quick taste of her you did get threatened to have your eyes rolling back in your skull, especially when Wanda was watching you so intently, overjoyed that her new girl was turning out to be more obedient than she could’ve hoped. “I think it’s about time we get you dressed too.”

“I don’t really have anything to wear-” Your hand fell back to her side, your calm evening plans suddenly dashed. The Halloween classics movie marathon was probably already in full swing, it just dawned on you, but Wanda’s pout told you she wouldn’t be taking no for an answer for this event.

“I’ll let you borrow something I have here!” Wanda stood up on shaky legs, adjusting her dress and, much to your dismay, forgoing any other underwear. She combed her fingers through your mussed hair, fussing with it as she thought of an outfit that would match hers. As much as you would miss your movies, you wouldn’t trade anything for the affectionate touches you were now on the receiving end of. “You’re not going to skip out on any other parties with me any time soon, sweetheart. I’m taking you everywhere, right by my side so you never miss me again.”

It was sheer assumption you’d miss her when she was gone. The assumption was correct. If you weren’t already hooked on Wanda before, she’d fully ensnared you now.

[wandasaura]

EVEN STATUES CRUMBLE

summary — when exhaustion creeps up on you after a long week, you find yourself coming undone quickly. luckily, maria’s there to hold you close and put all of your broken pieces back together

warning(s) — hurt/comfort, elements of fluff, domestic maria hill, platonic blackhill, brief mentions of battle, civilian casualties, and death, sleepy natasha being a softie, maria fixing all of your problems because that’s just what she does

The keycard attached to the waistband of your pants got you into pretty much anywhere aboard the helicarrier; one of the very few perks that came with being a Level Ten agent alongside Nicholas J. Fury. You adored your livelihood, that wasn’t even a question you graveled over on your busiest days – you wouldn’t sacrifice so many nights if you didn’t – however, with being so high on the ladder of ranks came the inevitable burnout when paperwork and mission reports piled up; which they inevitably always did despite your meticulous schedule and borderline obsessive work ethic. You delegated the workload of ten other agents on the daily, usually without so much as breaking a sweat, but a particular mission report from a Level Six had gotten to you in a moment of exhaustion. 

Your boots were the same Shield issued footwear that everyone else wore around the helicarrier, clunky and steel toed with near indestructible black laces, but your footsteps were light as you padded down the dimly lit hallway toward an office you’d practically adopted as your own since the director had found himself another right-hand woman. There was no point in knocking when you reached it after what felt like hours of slowly trudging down void hallways, you were the only one with clearance to enter without being physically let in, other than Fury himself, but he’d never turn up to her office, especially not so late into the night. The soft glow of a desk lamp creeping beneath the crack in the door alerted you of life inside the spacious room, and a faint smile pulled at your lips despite your exhaustion and wary emotions. 

A small light on the side of the metal door flashed green for only a millisecond before it faded and the latch clicked tellingly. You bristled at the assault of frigid air that swept past you when you pushed inside tiredly, but steeled your expressions quickly when your eyes trailed over the room and noted not one, but two bodies. A displeased huff fell off of your lips when you noticed Maria behind her desk, a mountain of paperwork practically hiding her from view entirely, and Natasha sprawled out on her couch with a solemn glaze over her green eyes. 

“She’s in my spot.” You sighed, no real malice behind your words, but exhaustion put a damper on your typically lightspoken banter with the redhead. It seems both you and Natasha, a woman that had somehow wormed her way into the heart of the Deputy Director despite her bloodied past, had sought refuge in Maria’s quiet presence tonight, and you weren’t quite sure how to feel about it. You held nothing against the reformed assassin, she’d seen you at some of your worst moments, but you’d been holding out hope that a few stolen minutes with Maria alone would heal the ache you carried deep. 

Natasha, who was always quick with her wit, didn’t seem to have it in her either, and softly she allowed her voice to break the silence that had been light over the office prior to your entrance. “I can leave.” You shook your head dismissively, kicking the door closed behind you in favor of stalking over to Maria’s desk. 

Out of habit, the Commander tilted her screen away from your gaze, her dark yet meticulously kept eyebrows furrowing as you came behind her desk without hesitation. “I’m higher clearance than you, and Natasha’s been able to see everything you're doing from the couch, Ria.” You rolled your eyes fondly, hands bracing themselves on the back of her chair that you pulled away from the desk without taking her responsibilities into account. She had the same deadlines as you, only hers weren’t so structured and rigorous. You knew that anything she was doing could wait until morning, even if she liked to be overly prepared and considered anything but early a direct hit to her reputation. “Just hold me.” 

You fell into her lap without another word, curling up against her battered and stiff uniform that had definitely seen better days. Your head tucked itself into the pocket of darkness and warmth between her chin and shoulder, your fingers already working at the hair tie around her thin chestnut strands, wanting them free from the confines of her tightly secured bun. With the black elastic around your wrist, you sighed contently, absentmindedly pulling your fingers through the loose knots that had formed from your ungraceful removal of her hair tie. It was an apologetic gesture, the tips of your fingers soothing the skin of her scalp that had definitely been snagged with your quick movements, but Maria had become accustomed to your endearing quirks that almost always followed a vicious panic attack. 

“Romanoff, if you move from that couch, I will have you on Clint clean-up duty for the rest of the month.” Even if you couldn’t see the Russian from behind your eyelids, even if you were pressed so tightly against Maria’s neck that even with open eyes all you’d see was darkness, your body could practically feel her silent movements. It was a valid response, however you held her to a higher standard than you did other agents. Your girlfriend trusted her with her life, you’d made something of a friend out of her since her first year at Shield, it was slightly insulting that she thought she had to flee at the first sight of vulnerability from you. “I just… I just need a minute.” 

Even as you tried to pull rank, tried to command her obedience, Natasha could tell that your heart wasn’t in it. Whether to humor you, or simply because she didn’t really want to retreat to her own quarters, she sank into the couch once more, throwing her arm over her eyes as she succumbed to the same darkness that you sought out. A shaky breath fell off your lips when Maria’s thumbs dug into your shoulder blades, applying pressure to all of the knots and tension that had accumulated over the grueling week. You’d been unintentionally ghosting her, although neither of you really counted missed lunch dates and empty beds to mean anything significant, but the premise was all the same, even if she held no resentment toward your work ethic that was too similar to her own. 

“Diaz?” Maria’s voice was soft, understanding even, as she asked. Even the name of the agent had you going rigid in her clutches, a choked whimper falling off of your lips as you tightened your grip on her hair and worked feverishly to weave little braids into the silky chestnut strands that could do for a wash and deep condition. You’d have to remember to remind her next time she had a slow morning, but that wasn’t coming anytime soon for either of you. 

You nodded wordlessly against her neck, pinching your eyes shut even tighter if that was at all possible. You loved your job, adored the livelihood that you’d found a family in, but no amount of experience made reading civilian death counts easier. No amount of experience made loss any lighter. “Seventeen, Ria. Seventeen people died. It just– I haven’t seen a civilian death count that high since Sokovia.” 

In retrospect, seventeen people wasn’t a lot, not when you put it up against the battle of Sokovia that had earned Shield another foreign agent and an inconsolable migraine for months to follow, but when you analyzed the mission objective, when you stripped back everything that it was up against, it was still seventeen innocent people that had been caught in the crossfire. “We can’t save them all, mi alma.” It was a weak condolence, Maria knew that, but it was what you needed to hear, even if you detested it. Shield had saved twenty from a Hydra base in Madripoor, all of them no older than nineteen years old, but still seventeen people that were in the wrong place at the wrong time had died. Shield had saved twenty children, but still parents, and siblings, and people had lost their lives to do so. Was any good really done if the children who got to go home didn’t have a mother to help them through the trauma? Had any good really been done if a daughter didn’t have a father to come home to? 

“Eleven.” To Natasha, the number that fell off your lips was entirely random, but for Maria, who knew everything about you, down to the way you liked to tie your shoes, always starting with the left one first, it meant something more. Eleven people had died in an ambush the night that Nicholas J. Fury had swept you away from the rubble and into the empire that hadn’t been so publicly known at the time. Eleven people that you’d known, some loosely and some deeply intimately. Your single mother that had worked four jobs just to keep the electric on in the biting cold of winter had died, and you’d held her hand as she took her final breath, entirely helpless and terrified. Seventeen people had died in Madripoor, and depressingly, you could only picture yourself in the aftermath of such a tragedy. 

How many kids were going to come home from school without a parent? How many parents were going to come home from work without a child? The guilt of surviving weighed heavily on your heart, but it was exhaustion that pushed you past the point of thinking rationally. Madripoor had sung its praises to Shield after the initial battle just under a month ago. You’d seen the headlines, manned the press conferences, talked with the families that had wanted to reach out, but seeing that number in pristine black ink had rattled you fiercely. 

“When’s the last time you slept, bebé?” The softly spoken pet name was usually enough to bring a smile to your face no matter the conditions you faced, but it only had you sinking deeper into Maria now. Your heart felt so heavy in your chest, your bones felt so dense in your body, everything that you’d been managing had finally crushed you; just like the rubble had crushed your mother’s unsuspecting body on a side street in Manhattan when all she’d wanted to do was show you her new favorite coffee shop. 

“Don’t know… the last time I came home?” Your voice was meek, distant as you trailed through your memory trying to locate the date in your mind. You’d been home that Wednesday night, sank into bed beside Maria and held her close until she’d gotten up for her own shift, and had continued to sleep for another two hours before sunlight brought on more assignments and deadlines, but that was so fuzzy now, so long ago. You barely knew the date, but Maria did, and she sighed softly in confirmation. 

“It’s Friday, sweetheart.” She informed, her thumbs still digging into the spots of tension in your back, working out the knots and kinks that had you stiff beneath her touch. “You’re exhausted.” 

“And you’re not? I check the entry logs, Ria.” Your defiance was softly muttered, and Maria sighed her resignation. She hadn’t been home either, not since Thursday morning when she’d slipped out of your arms and left you to rest a while longer in a stiff bed dressed in scratchy sheets, but she’d taken the breaks she knew her body needed, even if it had been begrudgingly. The couch that Natasha was draped across had seen a similar form from her multiple times since then, even if the longest consecutive rest she’d gotten was merely half an hour. That was the difference between you both. Maria knew when she had to come first, even if she often waited until the very last second to actually step away from her tasks. You, on the other hand, saw everything else as a priority. That was what got you so high on the ranking ladder. That characteristic was one of many reasons why you alone shared the same ranking level as Fury. When shit needed to be done, he knew that you’d do it, no questions asked. But that blindsided work-ethic was going to kill you eventually. 

“You’ve slept once in the last week, mi amor.” Maria sighed, knowing that she was arguing with a wall at this point, but willing to put the effort in anyways. She was always willing to put the effort in for you, even if you couldn’t do it for yourself. Her hands caressed your back affectionately, slipping away from your shoulder blades only to put pressure on your spine, cracking the bones and notches in your back soothingly without spoken word. You sighed, deflating in her lap once again, craning your neck only to release some of the ache and tension in your jaw before you burrowed into her neck once more, still keeping fistfulls of her soft hair between your fingers that had been stained black from smudged ink. 

At some point, you must’ve fallen asleep against her, never slackening your grip on her chestnut tresses but grabbing onto the neckline of her uniform at an undisclosed moment. She hadn’t tried to move you, hadn’t tried to wake you, hadn’t tried to move at all. She’d simply sat in the silence of her office with Natasha’s easy company, shuffling through paperwork and mission reports, but getting no real work done, distracted by your warmth against her chest and the weight of you draped across her lap for the first time in days. When you woke a handful of hours later, the warmth of the sun and the light of a new day rousing you from an uneventful sleep – the level of exhaustion you faced preventing dreams from even playing out – you didn’t stiffen in alarmed surprise when you realized that strong arms were looped around your waist and keeping you steadily upright. Maria was a distinguishable presence even when you were half delirious, and a warm smile pulled at the corners of your lips as you laid a gentle kiss to the neglected patch of skin behind her earring-less earlobe. She really needed to start wearing her cartilage cuffs again, but the last one you’d gotten for her had been lost to a bloodied battle in Argentina. You made the mental note to get her another one sometime soon, but for now, you simply basked in the presence of her company that was so painfully warm and inviting. 

“You had Romanoff on edge last night.” Maria mused, her fingers tightening around your waist in a sweet wordless greeting, prematurely ending the reign of silence that you’d been enjoying, but you didn’t complain. The sound of her voice was just as inviting, if not more intoxicating than silence ever could be. 

“Even statues crumble every now and again.” You huffed against her neck, tightening your grip on her uniform if that was at all possible, allowing your gentle fingers to tickle the skin hidden from view that still carried the lingering scent of your body wash. “She’ll get over it.” 

“You really have to stop referring to yourself as a statue. The rookies are going to start thinking an alien attack sucked the emotions out of your body..” She chortled, breathy laughter twinged with traces of mental exhaustion jostling both of your bodies, and you couldn’t help the smile that twisted your dehydrated lips upward involuntarily in response. How you could spend so many days away from her never made sense when you were wrapped up in her presence, but it was reassuring to know that no matter the length of time that separated your passionate love, she would always be there to crawl home to. 

“As soon as you stop feeding into being called Hard-Ass Hill, I’ll stop fucking with the rookies.” Another chaste kiss was laid onto her skin, the second in too many days to count, but you’d make up for your absence before you inevitably returned to your own office to continue drowning in paperwork that never ended. “Te amo tanto.” You signed your unarguable admiration, but she wouldn’t be Maria Hill if she didn’t have a sharp comeback to silence your efforts. 

“Te amo mucho mas, mi alma.”

[blushhbambi]

RAFE CAMERON STACKᝰ.ᐟ

── ˙ ̟ ೕ !! ꣑୧ frat!rafe little things frat!rafe does showing you off to his friends frat!rafe being mean and fucking you at a party does he actually love you ? what does your relationship look like over a few years ?

── ˙ ̟ ೕ !! ꣑୧ stalker!rafe little things stalker!rafe does stalker!rafe visuals watching you...

── ˙ ̟ ೕ !! ꣑୧ dilf!rafe baby trapping dilf!rafe and babysitter!reader family cookout (dbf!)

── ˙ ̟ ೕ !! ꣑୧ series REPULSION I , II, III, visuals

rafe sooths you after a breakup only to spill his feelings

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[readingwiththestars]

₊˚⊹♡ IF ONLY I HAD TOLD HER

["whatever our souls are made of hers and mine are the same"]

| ✮ 3.5 stars |

THOUGHTS ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . [spoilers for ihhbwm + some spoliers for ioihth]

ok so lemme tell you i had the BIGGEST reading slump ever just as i started to read this. so this review may be a little choppy at some points because i've just pointblank forgotten some parts and don't wanna go back and re-read finny's pov just yet.

i was so on the fence about reading this because on one hand i really wanted to read finny's pov and on the other, complete and utter heartbreak.... yeah....... so anyway i read it.

when i tell you that this book had me ugly crying in the middle of the night. like seriously finny's pov?? fucking broke me. are you kidding me? the way he speaks about autumn? ugh when am i gonna find a guy like finny fr? but seriously this book had me on a rollercoaster of emotions just from the heartbreak knowing whats already gonna happen to finny as he describes how happy he is and how he can't believe autumn loves him back, to the smile i had on my face reading about 'the moms' bickering over baby stuff for autumn.

i will say this now i did expect a little more (hence the rating). i wanted idk more closure at the end there. idk rlly know how to describe it better since its 10 o'clock at night and ive had zero sleep for the past four nights in a row. but yeah i wanted something more. (bitch u wanted finny to be alive)

CHARACTERS ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

finny -

*sobbing noises* i could go on a damn rant abt this boy. holy shit. he's just perfect. if i see one person ONE PERSON coming after him istg- he was such a caring sweet person like the pencil??? and always going to the sketchy gas station (i nearly called it a servo then lmao) to get the candy autumn likes?? and always making sure people were safe when he drives?? *cough* apparently not you though sylvie *cough* just ahhh laura when i get you. cause like why'd you have to make him get out of the car, hmmm? lets just compromise and you give me an alternate universe where finny misses the puddle or better yet where sylvie kept her damn seatbelt on.

jack -

tbh i wasn't all that excited to read about jack. (also to be fair i was still sobbing from finny's pov so that probably didn't help) like i seriously just thought it'd be some jock trying to process finny's death by hooking up with alexis (who by the way can go jump up her own ass and die) but we got the whole other side of him where he was genuinely affected by finny's death and really was his best friend. but the way he didn't like autumn way just- yeah. also i saw him and sylvie coming from a mile away like seriously it wasn't very subtle.

autumn -

*sobbing noises increase* autumn my baby girl. i just wanted to jump through the pages and give her a hug. seriously i feel robbed that we didn't get to see a happy autumn. angie and her's friend ship was so precious tho. and i love love LOVE that they bonded over being moms/soon-to-be-moms. im also just gonna say the way we didn't see an ounce of jamie or sasha this entire book made me so happy! i also lowkey wanted to see more of when she was an actual mom? like what would she name the baby? i wanted to see domestic autumn a little more. but i still love her so much and it was so lovely to see her heal <3

QUOTES ° ᡣ𐭩 . ° . [spoilers]

"my love for her is the closest thing i have to religion. but it's okay that she doesn't feel the same. i'm fine. i can handle it" - finny

"my devotion to autumn is engraved on my very being. i am in awe of her. i will sit in the stands and cheer her on in life as her most ardent admirer. i know i'll always love her in the same way i know i'll always need oxygen" - finny

"it's all done. finn's story is over. his whole life. that was it. not even nineteen years, and he'll never, ever do anything else ever again. finn won't go off to college or celebrate his birthday. he won't get another hair cut or get the oiled changed in his car. he won't bite a hangnail on his thumb or buy another CD. finn smith has done everything he will ever do. he won't get to be with autumn." - jack

“this baby isn't what's left over from our love story. this baby is our story's continuation.” - autumn

"if only i'd told her that i loved her years ago, i wouldn't be here now." - finny

all in all laura you can pay for my therapy mkay?

[thinkshespretty]

yes yes yes yes

SHE DONT WANT NO PUPPY, SHE WANT A BIG DAWG

matt is actually so, so strong. more than it seems.

he always manages to amaze you with the way he lifts you up and takes you into his arms with an ease that would leave anyone speechless. and it does. he makes it seem as if you have no body weight at all, as if you are a feather that he lifts with the minimum effort of two damn fingers. his muscular arms are like chains around your waist, holding you close to him as he walks you wherever his brain decides, making you stop being the one who commands your body completely.

what shocks you the most, however, is how he does it out of the blue; no matter the context you two are in.

you were just talking to his brothers, leaning on their kitchen counter while a bowl of fresh grapes sat in front of you, slowly emptying with each one you slowly ate. there was a look of amusement on your face as chris interrupted you to throw a gratuitous insult at nick for making a pretty stupid comment. how could frozen grapes be good? chris judged him for his taste, nick yelled at him, and matt sneakily walked behind you while rolling his eyes at all the chaos they were making for fruits.

you would have liked to just stand there and watch, but matt's arms snaking up behind you and lifting your bare feet completely off the floor prevented you from doing so. the two of them ignored the way you were being carried away, ignored your giggles, and most of all ignored the shrill scream you then let out when matt playfully slapped your ass when the two of you were out of sight — behind the kitchen door.

“matt!” you couldn't help but whine, hitting his back as you squirmed just slightly to escape him, feeling the sting.

he chuckled, tightening his grip. one hand was still on your ass, while the other was holding you on his shoulder to not let you fall. as soon as you were in his room, he closed the door with his foot as he dropped you onto his bed, following right after. “shh” he shushed you, positioning himself on top of you while using his elbows to keep himself at a higher level, meeting your eyes with an amused smirk.

"did you prefer to listen to them argue?" he then asked, watching you feign indecision before shaking your head, letting your arms wrap around his neck to pull him closer. "as i thought" he was beyond satisfied. “but, you have to stop takin’ me like that,” you huffed peulously, your lips naturally positioned in a small pout.

but you knew your words fell on deaf ears as soon as you saw him rummaging through the drawer where you knew he kept condoms, and you simply sighed as you took the opportunity to run your manicured nails over his much more evident biceps.

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