#ch: husk

[gabbagebin]

Mahjong with a Husker

anyone down for a few rounds? >;3

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[suntamer]

This screenshot of Suri & Varric has me feeling very normal and well-adjusted.

[hazbmymhotel]

*wakes up in a cold sweat"?*

harem husk

Harem Husk

Harem Husk!!

HAREM HUSK!!!

HAREM HUSK!!!!!

HAREM HUSK!!!!!!!

[firingstars]

in this life | ch. 2

bucky barnes x female reader

summary: "There's only one God, doll, and He's gonna bring me back to you." "I don't need God," you told him, fresh tears brimming over your eyes. "I just need you."

warnings: 18+, mdni, smut, wall sex, clothed sex, fingering, its a quickie, reincarnation trope, language, mentions of financial instability, memories are written with italicizes, no use of y/n, angst, yearning, longing, everyone's alive no one is dead because i said so, alternating pov's

word count: 4.2k

a/n: btw i guess i have an obsession with making peter parker the reader's friend but i promise peter is happy in this fic and mj is also your best friend and ned is also mentioned as well-- you work with mj at the diner LOLLL

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“Sergeant B̴̜̟̬̿͐ä̸̲̯̳͛̔r̵͉̆n̷͔̯̏̿ẽ̷̥̅͂s̸̠̣̹̒͒,” you read the order, forcing a smile on your face. “107th infantry. Sounds kinda important. Like you’ll be in the front lines.”

“Something like that,” he mutters, fussing with the belt around his waist. You let out a breath, re-reading the words on the ink smudged letter once more. 

You already memorized each letter on this small piece of paper. To you, this letter signified the end of your entire world.  

“How do I look, pretty girl?” he asked, turning to face you. He takes the letter from your hands once again, tucking it away into his breast pocket where you can’t reach it. You’ve been spending every waking moment of your time ingraining the orders into your mind like it was a death sentence. To you, it is. He’s trying to make you forget about it. 

You give him a hum of approval, letting your eyes roam all over his figure. As much as you hate the reason why he’s wearing the uniform, you can’t deny that he looks incredibly handsome in it. He had gotten it tailored to fit him, so it’s perfectly fitting his body in all the right places. Maybe it’s something about seeing a man in a work uniform, in the same way that you swoon when he wears a suit for special occasions.

“Like you’re about to head into war,” you replied with a snort.

“Probably because I am,” he said with a shake of his head. There’s a smile somewhere on his face. You can hear it. You don’t answer him though. You’re a bit busy undressing him with your eyes. Tearing off the uniform into scrapes of thread that you could reuse for something else would be nice. Pushing his naked body into the bed would be even better. Maybe you would keep his dog tags around his neck, just so you could use it to pull him down onto you.

Fingers are placed under your chin, and you’re forced to look up at him, to meet the eyes that you can’t see.

“We don’t have time for whatever you’re thinking of, doll. We have to go meet S̶͔̄͑t̸̙̜̏e̷̲͎̠̅̂v̴͚̤̱̐ḭ̶̊́̕e̴̦̥͖̋ for the Stark Expo,” he said, his voice dropping dangerously low with that deep husk that makes a shiver run down your spine.

“Wasn’t thinking of anything,” you told him, feigning innocence with a sweet smile.

“Really? A shame, I thought we were thinking of the same thing,” he sighed, releasing his hold on your chin. You raise an eyebrow at him, tilting your head.

“What would that be?” you said, looking up at him from your lashes. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he whispered, his voice soft and teasing. 

“It’s an order, Sergeant. From your direct supervisor,” you said, watching as his shoulders shake slightly with a chuckle. “I suggest you hurry up and act before you piss me off and make us late.”

“Can’t be disobeying my first order, now can I?” he grinned, reaching for the sleeves of your dress. 

“Maybe you could,” you hummed, already making work of undoing the belt around his waist before getting to the buttons of his blazer. “Maybe you could get dishonorably discharged, get sent home back to me.”

“Don’t make me laugh, doll,” he murmured, pressing his lips to your neck.

“Worth a shot,” you sighed into him, carefully pushing his blazer off his shoulders. He allowed you to, and you made sure to gently drape it over the couch in a way that it wouldn’t wrinkle. 

“Can’t fully get undressed, pretty,” he muttered, gathering the skirt of your dress in one hand to get it out of the way to allow his other hand to reach beneath it. You let out a soft gasp as his fingers started to play with your clit over the fabric of your undergarments.You grabbed onto his arms for stability, resting your forehead on his shoulder. “We gotta be fast.”

“Fast– why aren’t you inside me yet then, Sergeant?” you moaned, eyes fluttering shut as he stuck a knee between your legs to spread them more. His fingers shifted, moving the fabric of your underwear to the side so he could slip his fingers right into your aching pussy.

“You’re naughty,” he clicked his tongue. “Already dripping. Is it the uniform?”

“No,” you quickly responded. A lie, one that he caught, and answered by curling his fingers in you the way that he knew would make you tremble. 

You moaned into his shoulder, and he hummed happily in response, his fingers speeding up the work. They massaged within you quickly, performing in ways that only he knew you liked. The ways that he only was allowed to touch you– ways that he could only have you. You were a goner, clenching around his fingers, trembling against his body.

“I got you. You’re doing so well. So good for me,” he whispered the praise in your ear. “Cum for me, pretty girl. Cum for me, then I’ll stuff you full of my cock. Sounds good?”

You nodded frantically, unable to produce the words to answer him. You were so close, right at the edge of the cliff– and he pressed the heel of his palm to your clit. You were undone just like that. A moaning, shaking mess. His other arm wrapped around your waist to hold you upright against him as you trembled in his arms, his fingers slowing but never stopping as you came on them. 

When the shaking subsided, you were being lifted up, legs being wrapped around his waist. You felt your back against the wall, and you lifted your head to look at him– only to throw your head back against the wall with a moan as he slipped inside you without warning. 

“B̷̺̝̤̉ṵ̷̓̑͑c̷̠̆̈́̒̋k̸̢̖̰͚͔̾͐̐̒͌,” you gasp, holding onto his shoulders for dear life as his hips piston in and out of you quickly. He was so pretty like this– still in his military dress uniform. He was slightly unkempt now, his dress pants pushed below his waist so he could bury his cock in you without restraint. 

“Yeah, doll?” he whispered, burying his face in your neck, breathing heavily. His heart was beating as fast as yours. You could feel him– feel how hard he was inside of you. His cock was twitching and jumping in reaction to every pulse of your already sensitive walls, and you were going to cum again soon.

“It– it’s too much,” you stammered, digging your nails through his shirt and into his skin. “Baby, slow down–”

“No can do,” he grunted, snapping his hips into you even harder. “We gotta be fast, sweetheart. You… you said it yourself. We gotta go.”

You whine in response, eyes rolling to the back of your head. You really couldn’t take it anymore. He hadn’t given you much time to come down from your previous release before he had set a punishing pace with his cock, and you were done for with him so close to you.

With one more specific thrust, one more moan that hit your ears, you were cumming around him, clamping hard on his dick and tensing against his body. Your lover cursed, holding you tighter to him as he came in you with one last thrust, filling you with his own release. 

He pressed kisses all over your face, murmuring praises in between each one. He held onto your legs as he carried you to the bathroom, only separating your body from his when he had you seated on the sink counter. You both moaned one last time as he slipped out of you.

Your lover grabbed a washcloth, and began to clean up the mess in between your legs, then himself, then made work to make both of you look presentable again before checking the time on his wrist.

“Looks like we’re gonna be late, doll,” he chuckled.

You wake with a deep sigh, throwing your arm over your eyes as you try to calm down your thundering heartbeat. More often than not these days, you were having wet dreams of this soldier man. You couldn’t even tell anyone you were lusting over a soldier from the 40s that was about to head off into war. 

The digital clock on your night stand lets you know you woke up a couple hours earlier than you needed to for your lecture. You could risk it by going back to sleep. You only entertain the idea for a couple more seconds before you force yourself out of bed and into the shower to clean the sticky mess between your legs. 

You have a neuroscience exam coming up in a few days and a psychology exam later that day, but you can’t study as much as you want to. With both your dreams harassing you with details that you haven’t even experienced in real life, along with the crippling fear of drowning in student debt, you’re stuck working late nights at the diner down the street from your university.

Honestly, you want to wrap your hands around your throat for doing this to yourself. The only reason you chose this field of study– Traumatic Memory Rehabilitation Science– is because of the doctors that let you down as a teenager. There has to be something wrong with you. You were convinced there had to be. Something that you missed in your developmental stages of life that’s causing all of these dreams.

That was the selfish reason, at least. 

The selfless version that you told others was simply the fact that you lived in New York and there were more than several times a year when the city became a breeding ground for trauma and heartache. You could help people while helping yourself. And get good money doing it, too.

Money.

You don’t even want to look at your bank account, and you ignore the way your stomach growls. It was the beginning of the month, and you already paid the rent. At the very least, you wouldn’t have to worry about that expense for another thirty days. If things really got tough, you could dip into your savings and treat yourself to a nice meal. You decided to refrain. You could charm the line cook into giving you a free dish later on when you clocked in for your shift. 

Which is exactly what you attempt to do after you put your uniform on. Thankfully, he’s a big softie and you get a warm plate of mashed potatoes and a lesser grade cut of steak, but beggars can't be choosers and meat is meat.

“Table in your section– two customers,” your coworker and one of your closest friends, MJ, called from the front.

“Coming,” you responded, forcing another few mouthfuls down your throat before washing it all away with two gulps of water. 

“Heads up,” MJ said as she handed you menus and a mint, “they’re kinda hot.”

“I’m telling Peter you said that,” you scoffed at her. She grinned at you as she watched you pop the mint in your mouth and tuck the menus under your arm before grabbing a couple of waters to bring to the table.

You wanted to shoot MJ in the foot the second your table came into view. You did everything in your power to stop yourself from tripping over your feet and spilling the waters in your hands. Your customers weren’t just kinda hot. They were the embodiment of desire and sex and all things sinful. 

Steve Rogers was sitting at your table, with James Buchanan Barnes in front of him.

Oh, shit.

“Good evening, boys,” you said, placing their glasses on the table along with the menus. You tell them your name, “I’ll be your server tonight. Can I get you something other to drink than water?”

Both men are staring at you like you have two heads. You’d be lying if it wasn’t unnerving. Did you smell like steak? Was your eyeliner smudged? Maybe you had a loop in your hair and they were staring at it, wondering if it was the polite thing to do to tell you about it. Either way, it was making your heart pound in your chest with anxiety the longer they didn’t speak. Usually customers wouldn’t bother you like this, but this was different. These were two war heroes and current superheroes.

“Should I give you two a few more minutes?” you finally speak once more, taking a deep breath as you do.

It’s Steve who snaps out of it, and clears his throat. “No, sorry. Lost in thought– um. Water is good. Thank you. We might need a few minutes to decide what we’ll order though.”

“No worries at all. I’ll come back in a few to check up on you. Call for me if you decide earlier,” you said, releasing the breath. Thank God.

Steve gives you a grateful smile, and nods once. You glance over to his partner sitting across from him, your gaze lingering on him for longer than you would like to admit.

You’ve read about both men in your history classes. You’ve had tests and quizzes on them for as long as you could remember. You recall having a field trip to the museum to see the memorial structure that was made for the two of them when you were in high school, and you remember when Captain America first emerged from the ice. You also remember when the Winter Soldier was all over the news, and how everyone online was torn into sides over the fact that he got a pardon.

Yet, you realize that you don’t think any of the pictures you’ve seen in your textbooks, in the museums, or on the news could do his face any justice. He looks tired, which is a given based on the information that you know about him, but it doesn’t hide how pretty he looks. Stormy, steel blue eyes that stared into yours without wavering. A short beard growing on his face from not shaving for a couple days. Hair that stopped above his shoulders, but looked well taken care of and maintained. He was also bigger than you remembered. He’s full of muscle and memories, all from the years of time that he’s spent fighting. 

You pause at the thought.

Bigger than you remembered? 

What the hell were you thinking of? This was the first time you’ve ever seen this man in person, first time that he’s ever been within arm's length to you. There’s nothing to remember here. 

You give him a smile, and tear your gaze away from his, ignoring the tug in your chest as you do. You need another drink of water. Or a shot. Something to get you through the next hour or two that these guys will be in your section.

You lock eyes with MJ briefly, and she raises her eyebrows at you in amusement. You glare at her in response as the front door opens, signaling that another patron has walked in.

Thankfully, the dinner rush starts to pile in not too long after. You don’t have the time to contemplate what just happened when you locked eyes with the soldier. You were even more grateful that both men seemed to pull themselves together out of whatever stupor they were in, and ordered without another awkward pause between the two of you.

You raced around the diner like this, checking up on them briefly to make sure they didn’t need anything else, made sure their food was cooked properly and tasted good, and kept refilling their waters when you noticed their glasses were running low. You would be damned if Captain America had to ask you for a refill on water. 

When Steve finally caught your attention to ask for the check, you decided to make an executive decision. 

“On the house,” you said, waving a hand like it was nothing.

“What?” Steve asked, pausing in grabbing his wallet from his pocket. 

You gave him a shrug. “For your service. Back then and now. I grew up on stories from my grandfather saying that you saved him from an enemy bunker during the war. He loved the two of you,” you confessed, shaking your head at the memory before looking at them again. “And for your service now. I don’t love that the city I grew up in is always being attacked, but it’s nice to know that you guys are around to put everything back together.”

Both men stare at you, and you think you’ve said too much. You feel a little embarrassed, gushing over your childhood superheroes like this. So, you clear your throat and give them another small, sheepish smile. 

“I hope you two have a great night,” you said. “Take your time, too. No rush to get out the door.”

You quickly leave their table before they can protest your decision for a free meal. Your paycheck will take the hit, but you feel good about it at least. 

Both men linger in the diner for a little while longer before they decide to pick themselves up and leave. Once they’re gone and out the door, you start to clear the dishes from their table. Then, you freeze. A fat stack of cash is sitting underneath one of the plates, next to a napkin with writing. You pick up the napkin, your hands trembling as you read the words over and over again.

Thanks for the meal, doll. - Sergeant 

You carried the money back home in your purse, clutching the accessory like you were holding some sort of bomb. You were still trembling that night when you counted every single bill, only to realize that each bill was a pretty Benjamin staring straight at you.

You ended up googling how much money Avengers made because there was no way that they just walked away from your table after paying your entire tuition for the year. Or rather– was it just Bucky? Barnes was a Sergeant, you knew that. The napkin that you had carefully placed on your nightstand was only from him.

Your mind was still reeling, and you didn’t touch the money for a week. You couldn’t. You kept your eyes and ears open more than usual, looking around every single corner, and perking up at every single patron that walked through the doors of the diner. Maybe Bucky would return, and you could confront him. Tell him to take back the money, that it was too damn much for you to just accept.

But when the first bill came in your mailbox, and you looked at your checking account, your mind only wandered back to the cash you had carefully hidden away behind your dresser. You’d become paranoid at this point, thinking that everyone knew how much money you were harboring. Of course, ten grand really wasn’t that much in the grand scheme of things. Still, it was more than enough to keep you comfortable for a while. 

You sighed and went down to your university’s finance department, ready to pay off a bill for the semester.

“Hm? It’s already been taken care of.”

You’re about to throw up.

“What?” you breathe, mind racing. “What do you mean it’s been taken care of?”

“You were accepted for one of the Stark Foundation’s scholarships,” the receptionist said, typing away at her computer. “Pretty impressive, if you tell me. Tony Stark has been pretty selective in who he chooses for that scholarship. Just keep your grades up, and the rest of your schooling is paid for. If you graduate with enough honors and recognition, I’m sure that he’ll take you in for an internship for the research you’re conducting.”

You didn’t know what to say. Reality didn’t feel real anymore. If you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought you were dreaming at this moment, but there was no way that you could have been– he wasn’t here. All your dreams included him.

“Oh, and the scholarship includes a meal plan,” the receptionist said, taking a brochure out from her drawer. “For the university’s cafeterias.”

Your university had the best damn food you’d ever tried, but the issue was that it was too expensive without a meal plan to pay for it. You’d had it once, twice, when you were desperate enough between classes and on the brink of starvation. Your next planned time to go there was before you graduated and left the campus behind.

“Congratulations on your scholarship,” the receptionist smiled at you, and you could tell it was genuine. However, she looked behind you towards the line of other students waiting to pay their bills. “Is there anything else that I can help you with today?”

“No. Sorry– um. I didn’t apply for any scholarship,” you quickly said, snapping back into your body after the brief metaphysical journey you went through in your head. “I have the regular grants given to me by the state and some other smaller scholarships that I qualified for, but I wasn’t qualified for Stark Foundation.”

“Stark Foundation is always looking for bright young minds to push the world forward in these tough times. You must’ve caught his eye with a couple of your essays or papers that you published this year.”

You shook your head. No. You knew that it wasn’t enough because you researched it. You applied for every damn scholarship under the sun, and you didn’t meet all of Tony Stark’s requirements. He was looking for engineers. You were studying towards mental health and memory reconstruction and trauma rehabilitation. 

“What– what’s the exact name of the scholarship?” you stuttered, still confused.

The receptionist let out a little sigh, visibly more annoyed now. She clicked a few more buttons on her mouse, looking at her computer screen before glancing back at you. 

“It looks like you have received the Anthony E. Stark Foundation Legacy Scholarship of Distinguished Scholars and Scientific Excellence award.”

You have never even heard of such a damn thing before. 

You leave the administration office, feeling more confused than before. None of this makes sense. Your entire world had been knocked off balance in just one week, but nothing was technically wrong. Was this luck of the draw? 

You pull your phone out of your pocket, immediately calling Peter. It rang once, twice, and he picked up on the third time. 

“Hey!” he greeted you, sounding extremely chipper. “What’s up?”

“Since when does Tony Stark give out scholarships to people that don’t apply for it– people that don’t even qualify for it?” you asked him. 

“Huh? Mr. Stark? Uh… From what I know, and I’m just an intern– the scholarships are a real grueling process. He only grants them to the students that he wants to work with in the future, but there’s a bunch of different meetings and lots of processes that the person has to go through to even secure the scholarship,” Peter answered.

“Is that what you went through?” you demanded.

“Well, you know about my… special circumstances,” he said slowly, and you let out a breath. “And so does Mr. Stark.”

“Right. Of course. Sorry, Peter,” you murmured. 

“Are you okay? You sound a bit off,” he said, and you could hear the worry in his voice. 

“I’m fine,” you said, a bit too fast to sound convincing. “Um– is MJ working later tonight? If so, I’ll see her at the diner.”

“Oh, yeah. Me and Ned will stop by for dinner, too,” he replied, and you were thankful he accepted the topic change.

“Cool. Cool,” you whispered, then cleared your throat. “I gotta go now, but I’ll see you later.”

You didn’t wait for your friend’s response before hanging up the phone. Your mind was still reeling at the cards dealt to you. You had a scholarship. You had a meal plan to feed you when you were on campus. 

Your feet froze in place as the situation dawned upon you.

Steve and Bucky did something. If it wasn’t Peter, then it had to be them. You don’t know why this is tugging at your chest, or why you have such a strong feeling, but you just know that the two of them had something to do with this. They had to. It started off with the money that Bucky left you on your table. Both of them had direct connections to Iron Man, and you don’t think it would be that difficult for them to figure out who the hell you were by just seeing your face and hearing your name once.

Was this the positive karma coming back to you just for giving them one free meal? Did both men feel the need to repay you after showing them some basic respect for the work they’ve done for the city– for the world?

You try to ignore a deeper feeling inside of you. They looked at you like they knew you. Like they had history with you, and were making up for lost time in their own way. It was a silly, strange feeling, but all at the same time– you felt that you knew them. That they did this, that they have had to do this.

You didn’t even realize you were crying until you saw the soft splatters of tears on the concrete at your feet. You let out a soft laugh, touching your face. 

It wasn’t tears of happiness. Strangely enough, you felt empty.

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Edit: I forgot the TW// mentions of death, drug use, alcohol consumption, more mentions of death and gore, mentions of body/ corpse mutilation, and borderline suicidal thoughts.

It’s been a very off week.

Nothing especially bad has happen but the week just felt bad. Well, a couple of your stashes across Gotham got raided but that not something you are really hung up on.

But the week was just bad.

Every day through out the week just felt draining. It was the same routine over and over again. Wake up -> avoid the family and skip breakfast -> go to school (avoid Tim, Damian and Duke) -> walk home once school ends -> get ready (again) -> do drugs at some underground pit -> sneak back in so Alfred or any other member of the bat family doen’t catch you or raise suspicions -> sleep -> repeat. Even though the highs are worth it, dome days you just feel like an empty husk doing whatever you normally do to get by. And these days you don’t even have the energy to even properly get the sort of comfort that the drugs bring you or even go to see your only friend. So you just spend the night in your room surrounded by yourself and your thoughts. You are not completely sober when its just you in your room, you still have the alcohol stash hidden underneath the loose floor boards under your bed. But even so, when its just you alone in your room with a bottle of alcohol your thoughts get pretty dark. Thoughts about your mother’s death, thoughts about how you would die, gore and who would you piss off enough to get your organs removed and have your corpse mutilated and/or violated and left in a random ditch in crime ally. Overall just dark thoughts that you just lay there spiralling in those thoughts until the morning. Sometimes you wish that you take a swig of alcohol its goes down the wrong pipe and it kills you leaving your body to rot one top of the overpriced mattress in your room.

Your routine is the same, your habits are the same and it just gets boring. You just want to switch it up.

That’s what lead you to some abandoned building in Gotham shearing a blunt and some whisky with Adam. Sure its the same routine but its a different location so its with someone so its wayyy better than before.

You meet Adam when you first stumbled on that drug pit. He has been there for years and it was your first time. He offered you a puff on his blunt while you looked so nervous other people there thought you were undercover for cops. Over a time you have gotten close to the young adult and see him as some sort of a brother figure while he sees you as a little sister. The relationship dynamic between both of you being clear as day towards the other drug users. All to the point that if one of you turns up at the pit and cannot find the other right away someone else who is there might be kind enough to point out where you were or if you have arrived yet. Maybe if you both meet at a different time instead of that night you probably won’t have been friends or maybe you would…you don’t know and you don’t want to ponder on it for too long…it’s killing your buzz.

You pass the blunt off to Adam and watched as he takes a longer drag than he normally does, holding it for longer and then finally exhaling. You thought maybe your perspective of time is messed up and everything was in more of a slow motion in your perspective compared to reality. But that doesn’t change you noticing how his eyes appear more sunken, his hands more fidgety and that conflicting look he has in his eyes like he wants to say something but he doesn’t want to or he can’t. You open your mouth to ask him what’s wrong only to be passed the blunt again. Well if he wanted to tell you anything he would, so clearly what ever is on his mind is not for you to hear. So in turn you dismissed the thought and the both of you continued the simple rotation of drinking and smoking, smoking and drinking in the silence you have grown to appreciate with him.

20 minutes go buy and you crack open a new bottle that you may or may not have stolen from Bruce’s liquor cabinet (he won’t notice he doesn’t drink), and just as the liquor was about to go down your throat that’s when he said it.

“I’m going sober.”

In the sudden shock the whisky goes down the wrong pipe and giving you a coughing fit that could have killed you. Once you were done with an inch of your life left you turned to the 20 sumthing year old male next to you with eyes so wide it looks like you had your eyes hallowed out. (🐺: 😨).

“W-what?” You stuttered out still feeling the effect of that 1875 whisky entering your lungs instead of your stomach.

“I’m going sober.” Adam repeated matter of factly like it was a normal conversation topic to bring up. “And before you ask if it’s a sudden decision the answers answer is no. I have been thinking about it for almost a month now…” he says grabbing the bottle from you and taking a swig from it wincing at how strong the liquor was.

“May I ask why…I mean you showed no indication that this was a decision that would come up.” You asked back trying to find a reason on why he would want to do this and why are you losing the only genuine friend you have.

“My brother died last month. Mugging at night.” Adam responds. “He has a wife and a two month old that he left behind and our parents are assholes would won’t help their own daughter-in-law because of some fucked up reason I don’t know of.” The reason shocks you. You have heard of his brother but that was only in passing when the two of you walk the streets of Gotham and Adam sees something that reminds him of his childhood. You don’t respond because in reality you don’t know how.

You knew he had a good relationship with his brother despite those arguments they have about Adam needing to become sober. Those arguments leaving to two brothers to not talk for months until one breaks the silence and reaches out. And in all honesty you knew what’s it’s like to loose someone but you can barely remember what your mom looked, sounds or acted like and you burry everything with drugs, alcohol and more drugs unable or not wanting to grieve.

Adam takes note of your silence and understands why you are not responding he is not looking for pity or anything he just doesn’t need that.

“I have to step up for my nice and my sister-in-law. She has no one else to turn to and she can’t take care of a two month old and go to work at the same time…” He continues. Taking in your silence as the green light to continue speaking. “Even though I’m only a high school graduate and have a pretty bad track record with substance abuse…I want to try. For my brother, my niece and my sister-in-law Nimura. Because I want her to know she at least has someone supporting her.”

It was unintentional but the stung. For multiple reasons: the fact that you are loosing a friend, someone you cared for and who supported you despite your addiction, and jealousy / envy you ere envious of the fact that some people actually have people that can support them during hard times. You wanted that for yourself. You wanted some to rely on. You wanted someone to notice, help and make time for you like Adam is planning to do with his niece and his sister-in-law. You live in a whole manor full of people and the only thing a child who lost their mother wants did not happen with you. You just wanted her back…you wanted your mum back but you can’t.

Maybe because your high your emotions are heightened but the realisation hits you like a truck… knowing you can’t see your mom again and that for “family” can’t or won’t help you through it. Pools start to form around you eyes threatening to spill when a hand start to caress your cheek.

“Aww are you going to miss me?” Adam pulls you out of your mind zone with that joking tone that would normally be used between siblings. Rapidly blinks away your tears you push away his hand from your face and scoffed out a no in the same joking tone he used towards you while repositioning yourself to be lying down on the floor staring and the popcorn ceiling above you. Adam lets out a chuckle as he lies down next to you staring at the same ceiling.

You both returned to that comfortable silence before it was broken by a simple question. “Are you going to try be anything once you become sober?” You questioned the man next to you as you turn you head to face his side profile, he continues to look onwards.

“Maybe…I never really had an interest in anything before all of the so I will probably try out college and see how things go on from there…what about you?” Adam responded. It’s clear that he had never gave the thought of amounting to anything much…thought but to have the question then pointed at you sent you thinking as you looked back at the ceiling.

“I don’t know…never gave it much thought. I’m probably going to die from overdosing. Dying Yong and pretty sounds like a dream.” You responded back brushing the topic off like it’s already written in stone that you will die with a liquor bottle in your hand.

“No. Seriously what do you want to be. Before all of this…what would you tell your mom you wanted to be when you were younger?” Adam responded in a more serious tone than before. Like he was trying to get you to actually think and give him a good response.

“Umm…wow! Okay-“ You spluttered out in shock with his tone. “Umm probably something to do with chemistry because that’s what she worked in. So either a cosmetic chemist or a pharmacist given my wide arrange of drug knowledge.” You responded hearing the rustling of this clothes and a simple hum like he is satisfied with your answer.

After what felt like hours of you expecting a response from him, Adam finally responded with “You can still be that you know…You still have a chance to be something…someone and move on.”

“I don’t think I can…being left with my own thoughts is too much.” And to be fair you have considered it once… getting clean and actually progressing with your like but you would always fall back on those plans for whatever excuse you can make up because your own thoughts are too much.

“Sure you can…you just don’t have a reasonable drive to do so. If you can’t do it for yourself do it for your mom. Sure she would be proud about the fact that you are at least trying to be better.” And those words made you think. Thinking about how would your mom react to you doing drugs? How would she help? Would she send you to those camps or would she put you in therapy? Would you even be on drugs if she was around? Questions that made you think for what only felt like a short while but in reality it was over ten minutes. You only seem to slightly register that when Adam pored out the half drunk bottle of whiskey in one of the dingy corners of the room and said his goodbyes asking you to keep in touch no matter what your decision is because you both need friends and to message him when you get home safely.

After he left you thought about everything you used to do with your mom: the baking, the park trips, the girls night, tea parties and even just watching her get dolled up just because it was a Sunday and she had nothing better to do. And even her death. All those memories, slowly fading with time made you realise how much you missed your mom. You knew that she would never be mad at you but that does stop you from thinking about how disappointed she is looking down on you right now.

And as all this was clouding your mind tears slipped past your eyes and rand down your face. Small whimpers left your mouth as the blunt slipped from your hands and onto the ground next to you and more and more tears rolled down your face. And with all those tears you only managed one complete sentence…

“I miss you mama…”

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[[and then I met you || ch 26]]

Series: Daredevil || Pairing: Matt Murdock x Fem!Reader || Rating: Explicit

Summary:

A one-night stand years ago gave you a daughter and you are now able to put a name to her father – Matthew Murdock. Everything is about to change again as you navigate trying to integrate your life with that of the handsome and charming blind lawyer’s and Matt realizes he needs to not only protect his new family from Hell's Kitchen, but from the world.

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Depression is a funny little emotion.

It starts as a seed planted in your stomach by some inconsequential action that slowly grows throughout the day until it is strangling you. Tendrils sprout and creep up your sternum, creeping through your airway and constricting your lungs, making it just a little harder to breathe. Your chest feels tight and no amount of closing your eyes and counting slowly will make the feeling go away. The vines go for your heart next - weaving between the arteries and veins and squeezing until you are hyper aware of every beat it makes. 

You know you cannot let anyone know what germinates inside of you, so for hours and hours and hours do you pretend you can function properly. You ignore how heavy your heart feels or how much your throat stings. You turn off the urge to cry and scream and beg because you know there is no point to it. There is no relief. No amount of comfort will free you from the jungle forming inside of you. All you can do is wait.

Wait until you are finally alone, and the growth is finally allowed to bloom in your brain. Thorns pierce you, pumping their poison into your thoughts. Sap leaks from your eyes as stems force their way up your throat until leaves sprout from your mouth. You are consumed from the inside out until you are a hollow husk of a person.

And who would want to be around that?

Who would want you?

No one is the answer.

 It has always been no one. 

Your parents were the first to show you the truth. There was no care or comfort in your childhood - you were set aside and ignored.

You’ve never blamed them for this. As much as it hurt and as much as it messed with your self-worth, you’ve always understood they were not meant to be parents. You are sure they loved you in their own way, but the lack of affection left your soul to wilt.

College was no better. You made a few friends but quickly learned the meaning of superficial. They did not have time for your awkwardness and personal issues - this was their time to grow and blossom. So, you buried yourself in your studies and were always grateful when they were kind enough to invite you somewhere. 

When you started having romantic relationships they warped your mind even more. A few sweet words would lure you in, then you would become a caretaker and a warm body. Their needs were always top priority and yours were never to be acknowledged. You were strung along to a breaking point or told you were no longer needed, even when you were still heart eyed over them.

A few rounds of this showed you your niche in the world. 

You’re a background character. A friend of a friend’s girlfriend. A one-night stand. Minnie’s mom. 

You don’t matter in the grand scheme of things. You are meant to assist others - meant to raise your daughter to her full potential. 

You’ve long accepted this, which makes it all that much harder when Matt smiles at you like he does. 

You believe he cares for you - he is full of love - but you know there isn’t anything deeper in it. 

You are the mother of his child, a child he is head over heels for - it is natural for him to grow affectionate towards you. He finds you physically and sexually attractive and you yearn for that.

But you know you are nothing but a placeholder.

You have his attention now and you want to bask in it, but next week, next year, or maybe in two years, that attention will move onto someone who deserves it. Someone who is exciting as he is - someone who is smart and passionate. Someone who understands his life and what being Daredevil entails. Someone who cares about the injustices on the streets and does something about it.

Someone who isn’t broken. 

Someone who isn’t a shell going through the motions. 

Someone who isn’t you.

You want to cover your ears and pretend you don’t know the truth. You want to bury yourself in the three little words you thought you heard, but you know you can’t. 

You can’t do that to yourself again. You can’t handle another heartbreak. Another disappointment.

Another reminder you are Nothing. 

You can allow yourself to enjoy your time - enjoy the touches and kisses and moans - but your heart must remain locked away. 

Matt can have all of you but that. If you allow yourself to have hope it will hurt all the more when you have to let him go. 

And you’ll let him go easily when that time comes. You’ll step aside without a fight because his relationship with Minnie is more important than you will ever be, and you are not going to be the reason for a rift between them. You are not going to deny Matt time with his daughter because his destiny is with someone else. 

It will hurt, but it has never mattered if you hurt.

You just want them to be happy.

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The progress bar on your screen is finally full and you now have the option to select ‘continue with install’. You click on the button, then warily eye your laptop as new windows pop up with technical information you do not care about. 

Work is pushing a bunch of new updates through their system, and because you are remote, you have to play IT to get your machine up to spec. They sent you an email with everything you need to do, which is to sit back and click a few prompts, but they failed to mention the process would take hours and that your laptop would be useless during that time. 

It is nearing two in the morning, and you are starting to run out of steam and patience. 

Between installs and reboots, you have cleaned pretty much everything in your apartment that you could without risking waking Minnie up. You did dishes and dusted. You cleaned out the pantry and washed the windows. You even swept the carpet to get out any lingering dog hair.

You’ve tried to sit and watch something, but it left you fidgety and you couldn’t pay attention to what was being said and you had no chance in hell of following a plot. You attempted to play around on your phone, but you became angry at yourself for not having the funds to buy things that were advertised to you. After Minnie’s birthday and your hospital bill, your bank account was getting dangerously low.

You want to turn off your brain and do your job. You don’t have to Think when combing through orders and producing invoices. 

You don’t want to Think anymore. You are so tired of Thinking. 

You slump into your chair and bury your face into your hands. You’ve got no way to calculate how much longer all this technical setup is going to take or how much longer you are going to have to stay up. The only relief you have is knowing you are being paid for this time, since the email specifically told you to be on the clock while running everything. 

You debate going over to the couch and trying to nap. You could set an alarm so you can periodically check on your computer, but you might disturb your sleeping toddler. The alert could be set to vibrate only, but would that wake you up if you really fell asleep?

Your only solution is to stay awake and try to find something to do to distract yourself. 

As you start to consider deep cleaning the linen closet, your phone lights up with a call from an unsaved number. It takes but a moment for you to recognize the sequence and your heart leaps into your throat as you answer.

“Hello?”

“You’re up late,” Matt teases as a greeting, his voice a few octaves lower than normal and sending a delightful sort of chill up your spine. “Working hard?”

“Hardly working,” you groan in response, but the mere fact he is calling has your lips turning up into a small smile. “My computer is doing updates and I’m waiting for it to finish. It’s been going for hours.”

Matt hums in sympathy and you wonder if he is just getting home. The fact he is a superhero is still very hard for your mind to wrap around. Sweet Matt, who lets his daughter put star stickers all over his face, is the same man who so routinely breaks people’s arms that local ER staff have a monthly betting pool about it - a little fact you learned from Karen. The man in videos dangling someone off a high rise or a bridge is the same man who becomes a clingy octopus when asleep. 

You understand his need to protect the city and you admire it, but fear and uncertainty gather in your belly when you think about Matt out on the rooftops. You are terrified of him getting hurt, despite the fact you trust him and his abilities. You know there is always a bigger threat out there as well as the possibility of an accident. Matt may be amazing, but he can’t fight a random act of God.

Three light knocks from behind you rip your thoughts and you turn in your chair to see Daredevil, in all his red suit glory, standing on your fire escape. He cheekily waves at you as he snaps his flip phone shut and stores it in a hidden pocket. You scramble up and over to the window, yanking it open. He waits patiently, though a bit smugly by the smirk on his lips, as you figure out how to remove the screen. He climbs through with ease and once he is inside, he starts removing his gloves and helmet.

“What are you doing here?” you ask as you close the window again. You aren’t opposed to him coming by, but this is the first time he’s done so, and you aren’t exactly sure of the protocol. Is it a social visit? Does he have some Daredevil news to share with you?

Before he replies, he shakes his head much like a wet dog would. His hair is damp with sweat and the skin that was previously covered is glistening. There is a slight tint of red to his usual paleness and you wonder if he is hot to the touch as well. You try not to squirm at the thought.

“I always check on you before ending patrol,” he finally says, like it is the most obvious thing in the world. He sets his helmet, gloves, and batons on the window-blocking table, then steps to you, reaching up to cup your cheeks when close enough. “I need to make sure my girls are okay.” 

The words come out of him so easily and you want to melt into them like you do with his touch, but your mind is quick to remind you that you’ve given him reason to have to check up on you. This isn’t him being sweet - it is him making sure you haven’t somehow managed to kill yourself. 

Before you can mentally chastise yourself and pull away, Matt is closing the distance. He brings you into a sweet and slow kiss and for a few wonderful moments, your mind goes quiet. His lips are so soft against yours and you can just barely taste the salt from the sweat that has dripped down his face. It ends far too soon, and you try to tell yourself you are not disappointed.

Your thoughts kick back into hyper drive, and as you notice how damp Matt’s hair really is you imagine he would appreciate some cold water. You gently pull away from him, turning as you do to head towards the kitchen. 

“Did anything interesting happen tonight?”

“Nothing out of the usual,” he answers as he moves to follow you. “There was a kid breaking into cars that stuck out, though. He should probably be on his school’s track team if he isn’t already - he made me work to be able to catch him. It was actually a little impressive.”

That would explain the sweat then. It is already warm out and racing through the streets in leather sounds exhausting. It makes you want to shower just hearing about it.

You find Matt’s designated cup and fill it using the pitcher in the fridge. As you pass it over to him, you question, “what did you do once you caught him?”

He doesn’t answer, instead taking the water and downing it all in just a few gulps. Since it is clear he is in need of it, you quickly refill the glass.

“I gave him a warning and let him go,” Matt says after taking another sip, “He seemed like a good kid just getting into the wrong things. I think being chased by the Devil will scare him off crime, at least for a while.”

That warms your heart a little - you like Matt’s sense of justice and how he does not have a hard stance on what is black and white. He truly wants to help the community and not rule it. 

You have to turn away as he drinks his second glass of water. You want those brief moments of mental silence back and watching his throat work only makes you want to kiss him again. You think he wouldn’t mind it if you threw yourself at him, but it isn’t the time or place, and honestly you are a bit scared of the idea that has that kind of effect on you. 

It is something to crave and ask for and get addicted to. If he can turn off your brain so easily, all you will want to do is touch him.

Ever on high alert, you see Matt roll his neck and shoulders as he goes to put his glass into the sink. The movements look a little stiff and anxiety takes hold as you hyper analyze every movement he makes, “Are you alright?”

He pauses at the question, clearly confused by it. He tilts his head back and forth in minute ways like he does when he’s searching for something before answering you. 

“Why do you ask?”

You feel yourself start to flush at the counter, feeling a little silly. If there was anything actually wrong with him, he has a competent nurse on call, but you can’t stop your worry. It courses through you like your blood and you know it will fester and nag if you have any doubt. But you are still hesitant as you vaguely motion to your own neck, “I don’t know, you were out all night. I just…I want to make sure you’re, okay?”

You know that Matt is analyzing you, listening for something you’ll never hear. His lips dip into a frown for a microsecond before lifting up into that soft, beautiful smile you are becoming so fond of. “I’m fine, darling. Just a little stiff is all. It’s hard to have good posture when crouching on a rooftop.”

You take in the words, and you can easily picture Matt on the edge of a building, sitting like a gargoyle. It does ease your own tension that he isn’t injured, but your head just keeps spinning. 

Matt came all the way into Chelsea to check on you, the least you could do is make it worth his while. Offering yourself up for sex doesn’t feel appropriate at the moment, but you have more up your sleeve than just that.

The words tumble out of you before the idea is fully formed, “Do you want a massage?”

The shock on Matt’s face is nearly priceless. His brows shoot up his forehead and his mouth parts just slightly and a small voice in the back of your head wonders if anyone has ever offered him one before. You know his upbringing was as barren as yours, but given he is a fighter, you would have guessed someone would have given him one. 

Finally, he nods, his smile starting to come back, “That sounds amazing. If it’s okay with you - I know it’s getting late.”

“I’ll be up anyways,” you tell him quickly, not wanting him to think it is any inconvenience to you. “And it sounds more enjoyable than more cleaning.”

“Okay.” His boyish grin gets even bigger, and your stomach does a funny twist. “Where do you want me?”

You direct him to sit in front of the couch, on the ground, and as he removes the top half of his armor, you go to fetch wet wipes and lotion. You do not want to be rubbing Matt’s sweat all over his back - you are going to be trying to help him relax and that is a little bit disgusting. 

As you come back to the living room, you have to remind yourself you aren’t supposed to throw yourself at him. It is not fair how good he looks shirtless - he’s well defined and muscular, but not so overly buff it is gross. It’s clear his muscles are for athletics and not to show off how cool he is. His scars only emphasize that. You have no idea how he got them all, but you very much want to lay him down and run your tongue over each and every one. 

Your view changes as Matt plops himself down in front of the couch, seemingly unaware of your various mental crises. You tell yourself to Behave before your feet start moving again. When you get to the couch, you maneuver yourself to be behind Matt and have to bat away all your thoughts again at the sight of his shoulders.  

You force yourself to focus on the task in front of you. As you grab the wet wipe to start cleaning off Matt’s back, you advise him, “Let me know if I go too hard or if anything starts to hurt, okay?”

Beneath your hands, he huffs, “Darling, I don’t think you’ll be able to hurt me. If anything, the harder, the better.”

Your face heats up a little at his words. You remember he said something similar when over you on the couch just a few nights ago. He likes things a little rough. 

Once his shoulders are mostly sweat free, you get to work. 

You start with smoothing your hands down his neck, then fanning out to the edge of his shoulders and back. You aren’t exactly an expert at this, but long ago in college, one ex liked to play video games while you rubbed his shoulders and you had done your fair share of research to make sure you were doing it right. You still remember most of the tips. 

You add some of Minnie’s scent free baby lotion to your hands, then dig your thumbs into Matt’s neck. The muscles are tight and as you begin to push and pull at them, a deep, pleased groan comes from the man under you.

“Mmm, that feels so good.”

You can’t help but smile at the praise and it only encourages you to make sure the entire experience is enjoyable. 

It is surprisingly easy for you to get completely lost in the massage. You focus in on one area and mentally picture different little arrows telling you to rub up this way or swirl your thumbs in a certain motion. Matt’s shoulders quickly become a grid for you to complete and not a laborious task of trying to bond. 

Under your unskilled fingers, the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen melts. Whenever you find a knot - and there are many - he grunts and sighs and you can tell he is starting to relax. The tension in his shoulders fade and you actually get to see the moment his jaw unclenches. He opens his mouth and scrunches his nose, making the apples of his cheeks plump up. You peek at the television to catch his reflection and your heart warms at the pleased look on his face.

You wonder if it would be possible to get him to fall asleep like this and decide that is a challenge for another day. Right now, you want to pamper him. 

You slowly work your fingers back up towards his neck, then decide to take a chance based on what you know he likes. 

As you reach his hairline, you tilt your fingers forward so your nails are against his skin, then begin to slowly scritch at his scalp like he’s an overgrown cat. 

The results are instantaneous. Matt pushes his head into the touch, a low guttural moan coming up from his throat. 

It is Filthy. It goes right to your core, making you clench around nothing, and you can’t stop yourself from asking in a soft, teasing voice, “Feel good?”

He hums in an affirmative, tilting his head back far enough that he needs to lean against the couch for support. You keep your fingers where they are, as it's clear he is trying to direct you to where it feels the best - the top of his head. You scritch there, smiling as you fluff up his hair even more. 

Matt looks absolutely blissed out - his eyes are closed, his lips are parted, and you are pretty sure if you keep at this, he might just turn into Jello. 

Which is exactly what you want. 

He works so hard for everyone, running himself into the ground to bring justice to Hell’s Kitchen, and you think he needs some time to just relax. 

So, you begin to plan.

As you gently drag your nails through Matt’s hair, you let your mind begin to think up ideas for a nice family spa day while your laptop and dark thoughts sit on the dining room table, forgotten about.

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100% Angel taught us a "bad word" he said it was a bad word ,but it's just a random word we don't have the definition of ,idk like aluminium .

And one day we got big feelings and be like "I'm gonna say a bad word!"

Alastor : don't you dare young lady!

"Aluminium!"

Everyone is confused af , husk already know what happend and Angel is absolutely loosing his shit cackling on the floor

That sounds like something that would actually happen.

And congratulations on being the first ever request i have received! And i hope i could write your request as you imagined, dear anon! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)

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Angel probably does it to tease the others at the Hotel, but man he probably is forbidden being alone with little [y/n] and probably Vaggie saying something like "who knows what he can teach her!" And alastor just agrees with Vaggie because he doesn't want his little sunshine to be corrupted by such foul language because in his perspective Angel could have said such an innocent word one and the next time you will be running to him calling him 'bit*ch' or worse! Plus it's unacceptable for a young lady like you to speak such an ugly language (he means bad words) .

But you probably continue to think it was a bad word until someone explained to you that it wasn't but until then you would babble it out to tease your papa and other hotel members.

I can also imagine that Angel Dust teaches little [y/n] something in Italian that sounds inappropriate but is an innocent word,or maybe even french so you could confuse and also somehow make your papa alastor sigh in exhaustion for example the word "Phoquer" which means seal in french but as a little kid you pronounce it wrong so instead of "Phoquer" you say "F*ck" which almost makes the hotel members pass out and Angel like always laughing but then you snitch him to Alastor saying he was teaching you animals in french.

Anyways Angel just gets death threats from Alastor and gets banned from being with you on his own!

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[jedi-luca]

What if...Y/N Cheats?

Summary: A What if spin off of Avenger Lane.

Parings: Natasha Romanoff x Top!Reader

Warnings: Drugs, Cheating, Reader has a Penis, basically smut

A/N: Just a little something for the wait of Avenger Lane Ch. 13.

(Has nothing to do with 'What if... we live a perfect life.)

It’s your birthday night

“Hey I was wondering where you went off too.” Natasha smiled seeing you in the kitchen.”

“Just needed a breather.” You muttered vaping your weed pen.

“Sure it wasn’t because Rachel is singing with Quinn?” The redhead kinked her brow.

“…No.” You muttered drinking the rest of your drink. You were crossfaded and ready to get shit faced.

“Hmhm.” She chuckled sitting on the counter where you were leaning.

You grinned looking down at her dress covered legs.

“I got you something.” She said softly, taking it out of her pocket.

“Whhhat? You shouldn’t have.” You chuckled, taking the small box in your hand. You opened it and took out a necklace with the names of your daughters on it.

“If you look through the top you’ll see them.” She smiled watching your jaw drop. You could see a picture of you and your little girls from the time you were in Natasha’s pool.

“Nat this is… thank you. I love it.” You chuckled, hugging her tightly against you. “It’s a really thoughtful and sweet gift. I love it.” You blushed, handing her the necklace to place on you. She leaned in, unclasping the hook before placing it on you and leaning back again. 

“You’re welcome.” She said softly, you were both close and you don’t know if it’s her scent or being crossfaded but you have an urge to take her. God, you get so horny when you drink. Her arms are still loosely hanging around your neck. You’re so close between her legs she can feel your bulge growing she leans in lightly kissing your cheek. “Happy birthday.” 

“Where is Bruce?” You ask softly, stepping closer feeling her legs nudge you closer.

Natasha shrugs, she doesn’t have the energy to lie, not when she’s buzzed and can smell your scent.

“He doesn’t deserve you Nat.” You say boldly caress her cheek.

She’s just going to tell you. Tell you her marriage is a sham, and tell you that Quinn is the one that doesn’t deserve you. The words are on the edge of her lips when you start leaning closer “Y/N-” She husks arching her back ever so lightly to lighten the ache between her legs.

“You deserve so much better.” You say softly.

“The same could be said for you.” She whispers her hands now cupping our cheeks. You both hold eye contact as your hands hook beneath her legs bringing her close against you.  

“Nat.” Her name slips from your lips feeling her nose rub against yours. It’s such a small thing that ignites the fire in your belly. You feel your cock throb as the blood rushes down.

Her lips touch yours letting the fire spread. You both moan finally unleashing your emotions that have been lingering for too long.

Her legs hook around you and suddenly her hands are reaching for your belt and yours reach below her dress dragging her soaked panties down and shoving them in your pocket.

She takes your meat in her hand gently tugging you. You break the kiss bringing her closer by the hips feeling her rubbing against your hard cock.

She sighs and you groan feeling her hot juices against your cock. “Y/N!” She husks feeling your tongue against her neck. “I’ve wanted this for so long!” She husks pushing you inside.

“Oh my God… oh Natasha oh fuck!” You moan as the toe of your shoes bang against the bottoms of the cabinets. You pivot your hips hitting her spot.

“Ohhh!” Natasha’s mouth opens with a loud moan as she pulls you closer feeling you deep inside her womb.

The cabinets bang as you thrust harder and harder. She pushes your shirt up to feel your skin.

“I wanna feel your body against mine so bad.” She husks. You shove her dress was far up as you can hold her against you. You can feel her meeting your thrusts.

“Fuck I can’t hold on much longer.” You moan feeling her hard nipples and soft skin against yours. “I’m sorry you just feel so fucking good.”

“Oh baby I’m gonna cum it’s been a really really long time.”

“Good cause I can’t hold on im gonna… I gotta-“ you tried to pull out but she kept you there and you exploded. “Ohhhh!” You groan feeling the coil inside of you spring to life. Emptying your seed deep inside of her. 

“Fuuuck!” She moans her pussy twitching, milking you for all your worth.

You're both panting as you come down from your high. “Fuck.” You breathe out remembering your wife, the women of your children and the one who threw this party for you is right outside. You let go of Nat laying a hand against the top cabinet. “Fuck.” You say again before looking up.

Natasha feels her heart fall and you look disappointed. She can’t tell if you regret it because you're married or if you regret it because you’re not into her.

“Hey.” She says lifting your chin.

Your eyes are Wild.

“Kiss me.”

She leans in taking your lips once more. Your breathing is still heavy from having hot sex against your kitchen counter. 

You both are silent as you break the kiss. Your cock is still inside of her. You gently pull out grabbing paper towels you wipe your cum that seeps out of her pussy. You have half a mind to clean her with your tongue but the whole you debate the idea. There are voices right outside asking where you are.

You stuff your cock back in your jeans and Natasha steals one last kiss from you. “Hmm.” You hum squeezing her close and breaking when the back door opens.

Natasha purses her lips gripping the counter as you take a few steps back.

“Hey there you are, come on Quinn’s looking for you.” Mike grins, gripping your shoulders as he pushes you along outside.

Your birthday night was the start of a torrid love affair.

The next time you and Natasha fuck is the day after your birthday. You spent the next day thinking about what you did. You were racked with guilt in the beginning but as time wore on that day all you could think about was the way her velvet walls felt against your cock. The sound of her moans and groans as you stretched her out.

You were bricked and needed her to help you. Quinn sadly thought it was for her.

“You are insatiable. Don’t worry, I'll take care of you tonight.” She husked winking at you as she continued on with dinner. 

That night your wife sucked on your cock in a way that used to have you coming in minutes. You tried to focus on her hazel eyes as she choked on your staff, but your mind would pan to Natasha. You wanted her so bad you feel the way your body aches for her. Quinn rode you like a cowgirl and still all you could think about was the way Natasha’s body would arch into yours. You wondered how’d she taste, and how wonderful she would feel writhing on top of you.

You pictured her and came with a grunt.

You satisfied Quinn as she was getting tired of being the only one to have orgasmed so many times.

The next day Quinn went to work and took Beth to school. You went straight to Wanda with Fin.

“Do you mind watching her for a bit? I need to do something real quick.”

“Oh of course.” Wanda nodded, taking your daughter. “Thank you, I'll be back.” 

As soon as Wanda shut the door you ran towards Natasha’s. You banged on her door leaning both hands on the panels of her door breathing heavily as your heart thumped against your chest. You shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t be doing this, but you couldn’t fight it anymore. You wanted her so bad you just had to have her again.

“Y/N.” She said eyes widening as she opened the door.

You don’t say a word, you just bring her in your arms kissing her as passionately as you did the day before yesterday.

“Hmm.” She hummed, slamming the door shut. You lift her up and pin her against the door.

“I can’t stop thinking about you.” You muttered as you both gasped for air. 

“You haven’t left my mind. I thought you regretted it.” Natasha’s chest heaved.

“I don’t.” You shook your head leaning in to kiss her lips softly this time. 

“Take us upstairs.” 

You nod, kissing her once more before running up the stairs.

“Left.” she mumbles taking a break from kissing your chest. 

You hang a left and rush through the door plopping both of you on her bed.

“Hmmm take it off.” She husks pushing against you.

You both shed your clothes quickly, unable to contain the sexual energy you both feel radiating around you.

“God you’re so fucking beautiful.” You say biting your lips as you look down at her porcelain body.

“I’ve wanted this for so long.” She says bringing you down by the necklace she got you.

“I’m here now baby, daddy’s here. I’m gonna take care of that ache between these delicious legs.” You say laying between her legs. 

She moans at the sight of you so close to licking her pussy. She thrusts her hips up tangling her fingers in your hair. “Please!” She begs. “Please fuck me daddy. I need you so badly.”

You pin her legs down, and inhale deeply before feasting on her sweet tangy pussy. “Fuck you taste so good!” You mutter. Your tongue is flicking her bundle of nerves so perfectly. She takes your hands placing them on her breast moaning as you massage both.

Your lapping her up and her body is twitching against you she’s getting closer.

“I need you daddy.” She shakes her head. “I need you to stretch me out in the best fucking way!”

“I wanna keep tasting you.” You smirk hearing her whine.

“Please daddy! Please fuck me right. Please Y/N fuck me into this mattress!” She pulls you up and you lay between her legs humping into her as your teeth clash in a battle for dominance.

Her nails scratch your back as you slip right into her. “Ohhhh!” Her body tenses tightly around you as she moans. “Ohhhh fuck!” she sobs feeling you slam into her your abs rubbing against her taunt stomach.

“You feel so fucking good baby.” You groan. “You’re taking me so well.” You lift yourself up so you could see the way her tits jiggle with every thrust into her. You let one hand go around her breast, flicking her nipple and the other rubbing her clit.

“Oh Natasha! Oh baby, you look so good with my dick inside of you. Look at that bulge baby! You’re such a good girl taking all of me like this.”

The redhead moans reaching for your neck but you pull back and pull out.

You flip her over and she groans as you sit on the back of her thighs lifting her ass up. You lean down licking her tight little asshole as your fingers play with her pussy. She moans drooling against her pillow. “Ohhh fuck!” She sounds muffled against the pillow.

You slap her ass cheeks before slapping your cock against her puffy pussy. “You want my cock baby?”

“Yesss!” She screams into the pillow. “Please daddy!”

You smirk, pushing your thick long cock inside of her..

“Oh Y/N you feel so good daddy! So good!” She moans wiggling her ass against you.

“Hmm you feel good too Angel. I haven’t stopped thinking about you. The way you sound. The way you feel. My God Natasha I’m so addicted to you already. All I want is you.”

Natasha made sounds that would put a porn star to shame. She pushed into you using her elbows to arch her back. You help her up against your body. “Oh detka.” She moaned against your lips. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

You push in deeper then out then back in as deep as you can getting a guttural moan from her lips.

“That’s it baby you can take it. You can take this dick can’t you?”

“Yes daddy! Yes! I love your big cock so fucking much!”

“This is the best pussy I’ve ever had. The fucking best.” You say cumming deep inside of her. “Ohhh fuuuck!”

She can feel the air from her lungs rush out feeling your heavy muscled body against hers. You grunt in her ear before rolling off of her.  She pants lifting herself up and rolling on her back. “Fuck that was so good baby.” She pants before looking over at you. Your cock is still rock hard and your looking at her like you never have before.

You reach out for her, bringing her on top of you.

“I’m still aching for you Natasha.” You say pushing her hair back before bringing her in a kiss.

“Then let me take care of it.” She smirked against your lips.

She makes her way down bringing your twitching cock in her mouth.

“Oh my- oh your mouth is amazing.” You breathed out feeling your toes curl. Her eyes never leave yours as chokes down your length. 

“Fuuuck baby that’s enough I don’t wanna cum yet.” You groaned.

“Can I ride you now daddy?” She straddles you, rubbing her pussy against your length as you grope her breasts.

“Of course baby…That’s it princess rub yourself against daddy.”

Her eyes start to flutter close as she picks up her pace. She’s rocking against your throbbing cock as she falls against you kissing you. 

“Hmmm!” You hum gripping her ass cheeks. “Fuuuck your ass is so perfect baby.”

Natasha reaches below angling her pelvis as before sinking against your cock.

You both hiss at the heat between your legs and she starts to rock slowly. 

“That’s it, baby ride me.” You husk before she bites your lip.

“So good this dick is so fucking good. You’re so thick and long I can feel you stretching me out daddy.” Her pace starts to pick up and soon she’s bouncing on your cock. She loved watching how your body reacted to hers.

“Your pussy is choking and stroking me in the best fucking way.” You grunt.

“Ohhh Y/N!” She cries out steadying herself with both arms as she rocks as fast as she can. She gasps and gasps for air as she cums around your meat once again.

“That’s it baby take it and keep cuming on daddy.” You lift her up with ease before thrusting up inside of her faster and harder than she could do herself.

“Oh yesss! Oh fuck yesss daddy just like that don’t stop! Don’t stop fucking me!” She moans against your ear.

“Fuuuuck this you feel so good I’m about to cum… cum with me?” You ask and she nods quickly. Looking into her eyes you cum hard with her.

You both twitch in each others arms. “That was so damn good better than good it was fucking fireworks and shooting stars my God.” You pant feeling her kissing your neck before trailing up towards your lips languishly kissing as she tangles your legs.

She moans feeling you hump inside of her gently letting her ride out her high still.

She sighs against your chest her finger nails dragging softly against your abdomen.

“I could wash my clothes with these abs.” She smirks against your skin before repositioning her head to see you better.

“You can use them any time you want, angel.” You chuckled letting your one hand thread your fingers in her red tresses and the other graze her skin on her back.

You both lay in pure bliss not wanting it to end.

Her hair curtains around you as she kisses you softly. Your hand palming her perfectly sculpted ass. 

“How is it that you are so beautiful, sexy, cute, and a naughty little good girl all at once?” You ask, breaking the kiss. She blushes looking away. You gently move her chin towards you. 

“To lure you in my arms of course.” She smirked, kissing you once more.

“I have to go and pick up Fin from Wanda’s soon. Wanna join us for lunch? I’ll cook for you.” You ask, pushing a lock behind her ear.

Natasha whined into your neck. “I don’t want this to end yet.”

“Hey come on it doesn’t have to-“

“I want you to keep fucking me all day long.” She hums humping you.

“Hmm.” You hum at the feel of her tight walls.

“Please daddy one more time?”

You roll over on top of her fitting right between her legs. You slowly start to thrust into her.

“Dadddy! Oh Y/N.” She moans pulling you down against her body.

You take in the way she feels around you, and the way she looks blissfully full.

“You're so beautiful, Nat, you're gorgeous. I’ve never seen a woman like you.”

She was falling so hard for you. She just hoped you would catch her.

“Maybe we could go somewhere? Get out of town and not out of bed.”

The redhead smiled, kissing you softly. “I’ll go anywhere with you.” 

You sighed digging your face into her neck sucking and nibbling as the pace of your thrusts increased.

“Oh baby.” Natasha groaned, feeling you twitch inside of her as you kiss her spot.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” You sighed.

“I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you moving in. The way your muscles flexed. The way you smiled at me.”

You kiss her pushing yourself deeper and deeper.

“Especially when I caught you fucking your wife.”

“Wait what?” You chuckled pulling back and pausing your movements causing her to whine.

“Keep going don’t stop and I’ll tell you more.”

You chuckled darkly doing as she told you.

“Oh fuck yes babbbby.”

“Tell me more.”

“I saw how big you were and the way you’d fuck her. I would imagine it was me and touch myself with my toy.”

“My naughty girl.” You grinned kissing her once more.

“I’d wake up early just to watch you run so I could see the way your big dick would bounce in your shorts.”

“I saw you once. You had just gotten out of the shower your blinds were wide open. You bent over and all I wanted to do was show you how good I can be instead of your husband. I got in the shower and thought of you as I jacked off.”

“You thought of me?”

“Yes baby.”

“Oh my-“ Natasha moaned as she came around your cock.

“Give me two more baby.” You say picking up your pace.

“I’ll give you anything daddy.” She sobbed, feeling herself cum again almost too quickly..

“Shit that’s it love.” You both rolled around in bed until you finally pulled out, and turned her against you lifting up her leg from behind. You let your thick soldier enter her once more. She turned her head meeting your lips moaning at the way you felt around her body.

“Oh Y/N you make me feel so fucking good.”

“Yeah?”

“Hmhm.” 

You leaned in kissing her before moving to her spine to her shoulders to her neck.

“I’m close, sweetheart.”

“Me too daddy.”

“Ladies first.” You whispered.

“Same time.” She shook her head.

“Okay Angel just tell daddy when.”

“Keep thrusting daddy just a few more.” She moaned as your hand explored her curves.

“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. You’re so fuckin pure like an Angel.”

Her arm went back letting her hand scratch your scalp.

“I feel the same about you Y/N. I want you to fuck me like this every day.”

“Anything. I’ll do anything for you.”

“Come with me daddy.” She husked moaning against your mouth as you thrusted so hard you had to wrap both arm around her to keep her from flying away from you.

The moans and pants filled the room as your cum shot deep inside of her.

You curled into her kissing up from her arms to her neck and cheek.

“I love you.” She so desperately wants to say.

You’re both covered in sweat. Normally you’d want to cool off on your side of the bed but now you didn’t care. Truthfully you wanted to go again, but you know you really need to get Finley.

You both looked down at your combined juices seeped out of her tight little pussy.

She pulled you in a kiss slowly tasting your tongue.

“You’re so fucking perfect.” She husked. “Better than I imagined. I wasn’t lying about fucking you every day. I can’t go back to not having you at all.” 

“I’m yours Angel I’m all yours.” You whispered, caressing her cheek.

You hold her for a while until you notice her sleeping. You eventually pull out and get up to clean her up a bit. You gently wipe between her thighs and get dressed.

“I don’t want you to go.” She says softly, startling you.

“Let me get my daughter and I’ll make you both lunch.” You smile.

She nods, sitting up.

You kiss her one more time after putting your shoes on. “I’ll see you in a few.” You smile before heading downstairs and out the door.

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“Natty!” Finley squealed.

“Hi Finny!” She smiled brightly lifting up your toddler as she babbled away.  

“Papa look! Natty.” 

You grinned, throwing your cooking towel over your shoulder. “Hey Natty.”

“Hey daddy.” She smirked, biting her lip. She desperately wanted to kiss you.

“No Natty, that's my papa.”

“You don’t want to share.”

“I share with Bethy.” She shook her head causing Natasha to let out her melodic laugh.

After lunch you watch Natasha teach Fin ballet and until its nap time for Fin.

“She fell asleep while we were doing a bit of yoga.” Nat whispered, holding your daughter up.

“I noticed.” You grinned as you led her upstairs to put Fin in her bed.

You were both walking back downstairs when you held her from behind. “You look so beautiful when you dance.” Your hands ran down her hips.

She hummed in response pushing her butt into you. “You’re so hard for me.”

“I couldn’t hold it anymore.”

She wrapped her hand behind your neck bringing you down in a kiss. “Think we have time?” 

“We can make time.” You nod in response.

“Take me baby.” she husked.

You push your joggers down letting your member spring to life as she pushes her tights down. You shuffle over behind the sofa letting her hold on to something as you begin to rub her pussy with your fingers.

“Oh baby.” She sighs. “I love the way you touch me.���

“I love the way you feel and the way you make me feel.” You breathe her in as she pumps your meat.

“I’m ready for you daddy.” She bites your ear as you push inside of her.

You both quietly groan at the feel of each other.

Natasha bends over the sofa stretching her back but you pull her back up using one arm around her tight little waist and the other raised up to wrap your hand around her neck feeling her nipple against your forearm. She practically melts in your arms as you thrust your hips. 

“How is it each time feels like the first time in the best way possible?” She mutters.

“It's the way we make eachother feel.” you admit.

“Fuck.” she bites her palm as she meets your rhythm. 

“Natasha.” You husk against her neck. You wanna say those three little words so badly. You’re in love with her. You just need to tell your wife. You have to tell her it's over. You snap out of your thoughts as she brings you back in a sloppy kiss. You’re both growing closer and closer with each short stroke. 

“Ohh Y/N.” She bites back her moan. “Just like that.” She mutters feeling her eyes roll back. “Cum with me.”

You grunt, squeezing her tightly as you cum inside of her. You kiss her neck before moving to her lips with a heavy sigh.

Natasha looks at the clock and feels her heart tighten. Quinn and Beth should be home in a little over an hour. She knows it's time for her to leave. She desperately wants to ask you what this all means, but she's scared it will only make you want to stop whatever this relationship is.

“What's wrong angel?” you ask as she pushes away from you lightly.

She refuses to speak instead she points at the clock heading to the bathroom to clean up.

You anxiously wait outside wondering if she wants to stop this thing between the two of you when you hear the door open.

“Nat-”

“Don’t make this harder for me Y/N.” She whispers walking towards the door.

“Baby.” You say bring her against you. 

“Y/N.” She says against your chest.

“I’ll see you tomorrow night right? At Thors?”

She nods and you kiss her softly and leave another kiss against her forehead before letting her go.

Halloween Party at Thors

After finding you out back and sitting on your lap at the behest of Carol and Val of course.

Natasha could feel how hard you were and would wiggle her ass against you when the gang would look away.

You took her hand under your jacket, setting it on your cock. She rubbed you slowly.

“Fuck I’m so hard for you baby.” You muttered near her ear. “You look so fucking good in this catsuit. I gotta have you now.” 

“Meet me in Thors bathroom upstairs.” She muttered before getting off your lap and leaving behind your jacket to cover your hard on.

“How ya doing Y/L/N?” Val smirked.

“I gotta take a piss.” You muttered walking back inside with your jacket. 

“Oh they’re totally fucking.” Val muttered in her wifes ear. 

“I can only imagine the steam coming off their hot bodies.”

“Call it a night and-”

“Yes.” Carol quickly said, pulling her wife up and out of the party without as much of a goodbye.

You watched as Quinn talked to Christine so you made a beeline for Thor’s bathroom upstairs.

“I told you Nat hasn’t stopped hooking up with Y/N.” Wanda huffed looking around.

“Maybe Y/N will tell Quinn and let her go?”

“I hope so.” 

Meanwhile upstairs

You knocked and Nat opened the door bringing you in. Your lips and teeth met with a clash. 

“You look so fucking good in this cat suit.” You squeezed her ass, slapping it with both hands.

“I knew you’d love it.” Nat smirked pushing you back a bit before dropping to her knees.

You watched with hooded eyes as she licked your second head. Your hand wrapped around her tresses just as she began bobbing her head. 

“Fuuuuck!”  You groaned, you gently guided her all the way down your length hearing her gag a bit.

“Like this daddy?” Her voice was muffled.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full baby.” You smirked and her eyes darkened and she let out a muffled giggle. “Your mouth baby those lips… fuck.” You sighed holding on to the sink.

You watched as she worshiped your cock sucking the life out of you, and occasionally licking you up and down so slowly you’d twitch in her hand.

“Daddy will you lick me now? I’m so wet and sticky for you.”

“Fuuuuck yes come here baby.”

You lifted her onto the bathroom cabinet. Kissing her passionately before lowering her zipper letting your tongue lick all the way down her body. You slid her tiny little black thong out of the way feeling her tangy juices run down your tongue.

“Ohhhh fuck daddy your tongue is so good.”

“Hmmm.” You hummed burrowing a little bit deeper letting her legs drape over your shoulders.

She moaned humping into your mouth. “Oh daddy!”

You hummed in response, lapping her sweet juices up. You could go down on her for hours if you could. You could feel her fingers grazing our hair.

You began spelling out different things against her clit to make her jolt.

“Daddy.” She giggled, bringing your hands up to her breast. And the other she sucked on your thumb.

You began swiping your tongue just right she was like a fire hydrant ready to burst.

“Fuuuuck daddy right there… don’t stop, I'm so close! Ohhhh dadddddy!” She began humping your face, squeezing your hands against her as she came undone. She gasped for breath as you stood back up.

She licked herself off of you feeling your cock teasing her slit. You took her hand placing it on your member. “Slowly daddy.” She whined, inserting your tip causing you to hiss at her heat.

You barely push in before pulling out. Repeating it a few times hearing her mewing against your neck. “You’re so sexy Nat. Sometimes I can’t believe I’m here with you.” 

She opened her eyes and brought your hand up from her chest to around her neck. “I love being your dirty little secret.” 

“Oh my gosh.” You groaned, plunging yourself deeper and deeper.

“I love being your toy daddy. Fuck I love it so much.” She gasps at the feel of your hand.

You began thrusting into her at an alarming rate. Her moans grow so loud you cover her mouth to muffle the sound. Even though the bass of the music is loud you still don’t want to be caught.

“That’s it baby girl you’re taking me so well.” You moan seeing the tears in her eyes. You loosen your grip and let go but she keeps you there shaking her head. “I wish I had all night with you. I wanna keep going. I wanna feel you riding me like a cowgirl.”

She moaned, eyes rolling back as she came undone. You let go of her kissing her lazily as you thrust slowly. “Fuuuck I’m gonna cum soon.” She pushes you back getting on her knees.

“Fuck my mouth daddy. Fuck it how you please.” She brought you against her lips before opening wide.

She gripped your ass as you moaned, pushing deeper and deeper down her throat. 

She gagged and you muttered. “Just a few more thrusts baby. Fuck your mouth feels sooooo good.” You tense feeling your cock twitch you give a few short thrusts before cumming in her mouth. “Ohhhh fuck that’s so good.” 

You pulled and she stuck out her tongue showing you the thick cum that trailed down her tongue into her throat before she swallowed. You help her up before pulling her close against you.

“You're perfect.” You whisper, laying your forehead against hers. 

“So are you detka.” She kisses you.

“We should probably get back down there.” You sigh.

“You should wash your face first you smell like me.” Natasha smirks.

You grin before doing as you were told. You bring her back against your chest.

“You go first.” She says against your chest. 

You squeeze her one more time before kissing her lips and walking out the door.

You both inhale realizing the situation of it all. You’ve both been fucking behind Quinn’s back for the last month. Nat is all you think about. She’s all you want. You knew it was time to get a divorce lawyer.

Natasha turns and washes her hands and mouth.

You walk down the stairs and see Quinn laughing along with Christine. She definitely didn’t notice your absence. You grab a drink and watch Natasha follow suit. 

A few days later at the fair

You look around making sure your daughter Beth is distracted. You lean in kissing Natasha softly. She squeezes your hand before breaking the kiss afraid Beth will see. 

“This is almost perfect.” She says softly.

“Almost.” You agreed.

“Sing to me Paolo.” She smirks.

“I'll touch that fire for you

I do that three, four times again, I testify for you, I told that lie, I'd kill that bitch, I do what all of them around you scared to do, I'm not.

Long as you juggin' out here for me, I got it.

Mobbin', schemin', lootin', hide your bodies

Long as you dreamin' 'bout me, ain't no problem

I don't got nobody, just with you right now

Tell the truth, I look better under you

I can't lose when I'm with you

How can I snooze and miss the moment?

You just too important

Nobody do body like you do

I can't lose when I'm with you

I can't just snooze and miss the moment

You just too important

Nobody do body like you do, you do”

Natasha briefly checked for Beth’s attention before kissing you softly. You kissed her hand as the Ferris wheel started descending back down.

The rest of the night made Natasha feel like the two of you were together with a little family. It made her ready to finally tell you everything you deserved to know.

The next morning

“What’s wrong baby?” You ask.

“I can’t keep lying to you, we need to talk.”

“Okay…” you say.

“Y/N there’s some things you should know. One my marriage is a sham. Bruce and I married one another for my citizenship. He wanted to make his ex jealous and I just wanted to stay in the country.”

“Wait, you aren’t in love with him?” 

“I never have been… are you mad at me?”

“No of course not I’m just confused as to why you never said anything I wouldn’t have told anyone.” You chuckled.

“I don’t know, I guess I was worried if I said anything you would have told Quinn and she definitely wouldn’t have let you be my friend. That’s not really what I’ve been scared to tell you.”

“Hey you shouldn't ever be scared to say anything to me.”

“Someone stole your chance at MIT, and I’m pregnant.” She word vomited all over you. 

“Wait what?! No start over.” You shook your head.

“Tony checked with MIT to see why you got declined and found out you were accepted on a full ride but someone declined it.”

“What?” You said in disbelief.

“Could it have been Quinn?” 

“Oh my gosh.” You sat back down in shock you couldn’t believe it. “I-…Yeah it could have been her.” You shake your head before holding it in your hands.

“I’m sorry baby. I’m so sorry.” She said rubbing your back. “You had your career stolen from you.l”

You began crying thinking about how Quinn could have done this to you.

“Oh, Y/N, baby.” Natasha brings you in her arms.

“Did/ Did you just say you’re pregnant?” You sniffled.

“Maybe.” She squeaked. 

You looked at her as if to say ‘tell the truth’.

“Yes. I took 3 tests Y/N.”

“Wow. I thought you… couldn’t?”

“I was told all my life I couldn’t.”

“So this is a miracle baby?”

Natasha’s eyes started tearing up as she nodded with pursed lips.

“Nat, that's amazing.” You said softly, bringing her back in a hug. 

“You’re not upset?” She asked.

“That you’re pregnant? No of course not that’s no one’s fault it just happened. It’s not our baby’s fault-“ Natasha cut you off kissing you as she straddled you.

“Hmm Nat hun we-“

“Make love to me Y/N.”

“Let me get a divorce first.”

“Wait-“ Natasha looked down looking for any lies.

“We’ve been sneaking around and I’ve sort of been feeling guilty about it. Quinn is the mother of my children even though she is semi evil she still deserves to know, and you deserve someone who isn’t married.”

“Baby.” She whispered softly, kissing your head. 

“Natasha I’m in love with you.”

“I love you too!” She smiled leaning down to kiss your lips and her body began rocking. “I’m not sharing you with her anymore.”

“Hmm Nat no baby we should wait.”

“You just told me you love me. I can’t help it if I really want you to make love to me all night long.” She threw her head back arching her back.

“Hmm.” You sighed feeling your cock grow with need. “I want to. Oh fuck you have no idea how bad I wanna worship your body right now. Take my sweet time making this tight little pussy squirt all over daddy.”

“Then do it daddy. Show mommy how much you love her.”

“I can’t believe I got you pregnant.” You chuckled, kissing her lips.

“I’m so happy Y/N.”

“Just let me divorce her and we can finally be together.”

“You can move in here with me. I have rooms for the kids.”

“We might need an extra one for the baby.”

“I can’t believe it’s finally happening.”

Natasha didn’t want to wait. She unzipped your pants, pumping your cock a bit before pushing your inside of her.

“Oh my-” She kissed away your moans as she rode you faster and faster. She was so unbelievably horny for you.

“Oh daddy.” She husked, leaning her forehead against yours.

“Go on baby cum around daddys dick.”

“I love you so much.” She gasped.

“I love you too baby. So damn much.”

She moaned loudly as her hips halted her walls clamping tight around you. “Say it again.” She whines.

“I love you Natasha. I love you so much baby.” You groan as you palm her ass cheeks. “I love you, I love you, I love you and this luscious ass.”

She giggled, kissing you as you quickly laid her down against the sofa. Her legs widen and lock around you. You begin humping into her, feeling your cock twitching as her moaning begins getting louder and louder.

“That’s it my love let go.”

“Fuck me harder daddy.” She groans as you nibble her nape slamming down against her hips harder and harder as her hands grip your ass.

“Oh fuck I’m gonna cum baby.”

“Me too daddy. Keep going!”

You groan as you increase your motion going faster and harder with each stroke. 

She locks you in place as she cums around your cock and you groan feeling her walls milk you dry.

“I’m telling her tonight my love I promise.” You pant.

A year later you divorced Quinn and now have a little bundle of joy in the next room with your soon to be wife.

“I can’t wait to marry you.” You sigh, holding Natasha from behind as she looks down at your baby.

“Me either.” She sighed leaning against you.

Finley was happy to have Natasha as a step mom. Beth wasn’t too keen on it but she will with time. As for Quinn, your relationship with her is strictly about the girls. She’s still sad you’re gone and upset that she lost you. But at least now she has Rachel to hold her when she cries.

You’ve never been happier with a great career ahead of you at Stark Industries, two beautiful daughters, a gorgeous wife, and a little baby in her arms. 

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[alastwhorez]

Everyone was preparing for Halloween. Nifty was cleaning, Charlie and Vaggie decorating, Husk was drinking because well— that's all you ever see him do, Angel was flirting with Husk while looking at different costumes, and you were carving pumpkins.

Charlie wanted to have a Halloween party, never having one before she was going all out. The only person who wasn't helping was Alastor. Well I guess that's not technically true his shadow was helping hang decorations that Charlie couldn't reach.

Alastor was sitting at the table with his coffee, and a newspaper. You tried to stay focused on carving the pumpkins, not wanting to cut yourself. It was only you and Alastor in the room, everyone else was either at the bar or the lobby. You could see them though and if they turned towards your direction would be able to see you and Alastor as well.

You kept glancing at Alastor. You two weren't close per say. You didn't hangout outside of the hotel, or around anyone really. No, you two were only ever together privately.

Alastor took a sip from his oh deer mug and turned the page of the newspaper. You noticed him shift and instead of having his legs crossed they were spread open now. You smirked and checked on the others, making sure they weren't paying attention to you.

You put the knife down and walked over to where Alastor was sitting and sat down in the chair next to him. He didn't pay you any mind. You sat there for a few seconds before slowly placing your hand on his knee. He jumped and looked at you out of the corner of his eyes, but went back to reading when you didn't do anything more.

You slowly start sliding your hand up his legs, drawing patterns as you did with your finger. Your hand lands on his thigh and you lay it there before squeezing. He tenses his leg and looks at you again before taking another sip from his mug.

You moved your hand to his crotch, where you felt a slight bulge. You palmed him then squeezed, and jumped and look at you from the corner of his eyes, bringing the newspaper closer to his face.

“What are you doing?” He hissed smile strained

“Nothing” you say smiling at him, then peeking over his shoulder to look at the others. “Just finish the paper”

He glared at you before returning to reading. You let your hand lay there for a few minutes, squeezing every once in a while. You moved your chair closer to him and started undoing his pants. He glanced at you again with a raised brow but said nothing.

You pulled him free and started rubbing his cock, swiping your thumb over the head every few seconds. You look at him and see him swallow. His cock started to leak and you collected the slick as you moved your hand.

You hear him let out a shaking breath, and see he has his eyes shut and mouth slightly open. The newspaper hid him from the view of the others.

You speed up your movements, and cup his balls with your other hand. You see him tighten his fists on the newspaper. He opens his mouth to say something—

“Hey guys, almost done with the pumpkins?”

His eyes shoot wide open and he is looking at you, paper covering his face from whoever just walked in. You smirk at him as you start moving faster.

“Almost done, Charlie. Only a few more.” You say smiling at the princess.

“Yay! I'm so excited—”

She continues to talk to you as you rub Alastors cock. His newspaper is so close to his face it's almost touching his nose. You glance at him and see a blush start to form on his cheeks. His legs are starting to twitch as his cock jumps every stroke. You know he's going to cum soon.

“— as Alastor?” Charlie says

You look to see her focus is on him or well the newspaper. He is gritting his teeth before swallowing and clearing his throat.

“My apologies, princess. I didn't Hear that” He is glaring at you now as you speed up your hand.

“Oh, I was just wondering what you were going to dress up as?”

He clears his throat again. “Not dressing up” he mumbles. “Not if you'll excuse me I'm trying to read The paper”

Charlie excuses herself and You laugh as you continue to stroke his cock

“It's not funn—mmmhh” He throws his head back and shuts his eyes.

“Oh, of was lost definitely funny”

He tries to speak again but is cut off by a moan. When he realizes how loud he was he snaps his neck In the direction of the lobby but no one is paying attention.

He continues to moan as his cock twitches. You lean in hidden by the newspaper and start kissing and biting his neck.

He's biting his lip trying to be quiet.

“Be a good boy and cum.” You whisper into his ear. He groans as he reaches his release, moaning your name. He's breathing heavily and his hair has fallen into his eyes. The paper is wrinkled and has small rips where his fingers were.

You wipe your hand on his pants and stand up, kissing his cheek and walking away after grabbing a pumpkin. You'll finish your work with Angel.

Alastor sits there in shock, watching you as you laugh with the others, as if you didn't just jerk him off under the table moments earlier.

[miacutie]

Pornstar and the Virgin: Final Chapter

art by @1616subaru

Husk and Angel finally reunite in the afterlife. Of course this means Angel gets to finally deflower him.

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[zamadness]

More GenZ! Reader and hazbin weed content

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GenZ! Reader : Of course I smell like weed, Charlie! I’m high as f**k…

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GenZ! Reader : *laughing while coming out of the kitchen* Angel!

Angel : *on the couch* What?!

GenZ Reader : B**ch! I am so high! I forgot the word strawberry so I just asked Husk for “that red b**ch with the freckles!”

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Angel : *teasing* Who got you smiling like that?

GenZ! Reader : The weed bruh, I’m high as sh*t

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Vaggie : You’re so quiet

GenZ! Reader : I’m high…you should be quiet to…

Different Version

Vaggie : Why are you so quiet?

GenZ! Reader : 2st of all, I’m high

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GenZ! Reader : I go to 0 to 420 really quick

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GenZ! Reader I smoke weed for the same reason people wear glasses, to improve my view of the world.

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[a-dauntless-daffodil]

Replace ass with thighs in husks's drinking game, and charlie would *also* be downing a whole bottle.

one bottle down, a hell of a lot more to go

Charlie: "-and don't get me STARTED on the whole entirely too hot REST of her!"

Angel Dust: "What, like her winnin' personality?"

Husk: "Her temper sure is fucking hot."

Charlie: "ARMS!!"

Charlie: "Her arms you guys. Hhholy shit her arms...."

Husk: "They look normal as fuck to me."

Charlie: "THEY'RE. SO. FUCKING. STRONG. Do you have aNY idea how strong her arms are!? You ever been CARRIED in them???/"

Angel Dust: "She threw me off a roof once, Chuckles."

Charlie: "Throwing isn't the only way those hands and forearms are good at getting people off!"

Husk: "Fuck this. I need you to be knock out drunk in the next five minutes."

Charlie: (swaying in chair) "She wears those looooog fingerless gloves, all fancy, and I loooove... slooowly pulling them off... giving forearm kisses... knuckle kisses... kiss the scar on the palm of her hand..."

Husk: "DRINK."

Angel Dust: "Hold up on the booze Kitten Man, I gotta professional interest in this now. Go on, Morning Starlet."

Charlie: "The way she -hic-" (goat bleat) "-she sometimes gets fed up and drags me down for other, other kisses half way through heheh -hic-" (goat bleat) "HEH."

Angel Dust: "Now THIS I wanna hear!"

Husk: "Well I sure as bleating don't."

Angel Dust: "What's her technique like, Charlie Chip? I gotta whole personality chart based on how someone locks lips an' I've been DYIN' ta get her on there so's I can roast her in a whole new way!"

Charlie: "She drags me down for kisses sometimes, y'know...? ..a lot of the times..."

Angel Dust: "Yeah sure I heard you, but what KINDA kisses-"

Charlie: "The, BEST, kisses! Breast kisses??? Those- those too."

Charlie: "Vagg- HIC-" (goat bleat) "-ieee...."

Charlie: (giggles) (slumps over)

Angel Dust: "Oh c'mon!"

Angel Dust: (shaking her) "Wake UP bitch! What about booby smooches!? Does she start with upper lip or lower? Open or closed? She don't lead with her tongue does she?? Charlie! OPEN YA EYES AN' SPEAK TA ME, YA WAS JUST ABOUT TO GET TO THE ACTUALY INTERESTIN' STUFF!!!"

Vaggie: "What stuff."

Angel Dust: (SCREAMS)

Husk: "Your sex stuff."

Angel Dust: (ducking behind husk) "I DIDN'T HEAR NOTHIN' I SWEAR!"

Husk: "I fucking did, all against my will, like usual in this fucking place. I was just trying to get her drunk off her ass."

Vaggie: "You're both lucky her ass looks great drunk."

Husk: "Don't you fucking start."

Charlie: (flops over and right against vaggie's chest)

Charlie: "... oh??? I knoooow these pecs~"

Vaggie: "Hi sweetie."

Charlie: "Vaaaaagggiiii- HIC-" (goat bleat) "-eee hiiiiii...!"

Vaggie: "Maaaa to you too, babe. I'm picking you up now okay?"

Charlie: "Hhm... I think, maaaybe, you need a better one liner than 'maaaa' if you wanna pi- HIC-" (goat bleat) "-k girls up, Vaggie..."

Vaggie: "Lucky me I'm already dating one."

Charlie: "You are??" (tearing up) "So I can't, I can't a-hic-sk you out..?"

Vaggie: (carrying her upstairs) "Charlie. We share a room."

Charlie: "OOOH and we were ROOMMATES??"

Vaggie: "We also share a bed."

Charlie: "ANd THERE WAS ONLY -HIC-" (goat bleat) "-ONE BED!!!!"

Vaggie: "Babe..."

Charlie: "SO I'VE STILL GOT A CH-HIC-ANCE WITH YOU!"

Vaggie: (chuckling) "Always, Charlie. Seduce me later when you're sober though, for now let's just tuck you in."

Charlie: "Okaaaaaa-hic- ayyy!"

Charlie: "...you know what? You look a LOT like my girlfriend..."

Vaggie: "Really."

Charlie: "It's a compliment! She's very preddy~"

Vaggie: "Thank you."

Charlie: "I miss my girlfriend, Vaggie."

Vaggie: "Well I'm sure she's around here somewhere."

Charlie: (crying) "I m-hic-" (distant goat bleat) "-miss her sooooo MUCH..!"

Husk: "...."

Husk: "You're one lucky fuck. She could've killed you."

Angel Dust: "She probably will anyway, once her supposedly sexy hands ain't full of dunk as fuck demon lady anymore. I'm living on borrowed time, Huskers."

Husk: "Now that I'll drink to."

Angel Dust: "Bitch~"

[5-puthyyy]

The Apprentice (Agatha x Rio x Reader) - Chapter 8

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Word Count: 2.6k

Summary:

Life has been about survival for you ever since your coven banished you for the simplest thing: desire. Since then, you've travelled from Inn to Inn, making ends meet, until you sense a powerful Magick presence coming from two mysterious women. They take you in as their apprentice and you end up learning far more than what you came for...

CHAPTER WARNINGS! -- (18+ ONLY) SEXUAL CONTENT

A/N -- this chapter is a quick 2.6k words of pure smut as a xmas gift <3 merry christmas y'all 🎄

Ch.1 ~ Ch.2 ~ Ch.3 ~ Ch.4 ~ Ch.5 ~ Ch.6 ~ Ch.7 ~ Ch.8 ~ Ch.9 ~ Ch.10

The soft sound of breathing is what you finally wake up to. It’s dead silent other than that; even the birds seem to be staying away to avoid the consequences of disrupting the sleep of three exhausted witches. When you do slowly stir awake, the first thing you notice is how warm you are. It’s comforting being stuck in an embrace like this, a body pressed to your back and another to your front.

Strong arms have pulled you in, protective and possessive by nature. Another body is against your front, her arm draped over your side, and despite the warmth you can feel hard, peaked buds pressed against your own chest. It causes a shiver to run down your spine and her arm just holds you closer in reaction.

Finally blinking your eyes open, they land on Agatha’s peacefully sleeping face. Her lips are just slightly parted as she breathes evenly, her brows free of that deep furrow you’ve seen more often than you’d like to see. You’re close enough to count every eyelash and you’d happily do so if it meant being stuck like this forever.

“Mmm,” Rio hums from behind you, seemingly waking up from her sleep too.

Reality begins to set in for you and you go still as you recall your night with them. It all happened so fast. There are far too many questions that need answering and all of them start running through your mind so fast you can’t catch them all. Your breath hitches as you feel that familiar panic begin to settle in your chest, the pit of your stomach suddenly tightening.

“None of that,” Rio grumbles sensing your sudden dilemma. She pulls you in deeper, taking a long, deep breath as she buries her face into the side of your neck. 

There isn’t room to argue in her tone, that being clear despite how mumbly she is, but it doesn’t stop you from pouting and shaking your head to yourself. “God, I–I was meant to tame my desires, not let them take over me like some–some kind of–”

Rio grunts this time, nipping at your neck in warning. “Stop it. You’ll wake Agatha with your woe-is-me monologue.”

“Hey!” you huff in annoyance, shuffling to try to glare at her over your shoulder, but she’s too strong and you’re too trapped.

Rio hums again, but this time it’s deeper, more gravely as she shifts her hips up. “Feels good,” she mumbles, sighing into your neck. It’s then that it hits you that she’s nude too, her lower half pressed against the curve of your ass. You can feel her, warm and slick against your skin, already wet with anticipation. The realisation makes you whimper softly, rolling your hips back, dragging out a well-earned, “Fuck,” from Rio’s lips.

She grunts that needy, animalistic sound again, clearer than before, as she forces the sleepiness away to focus on the pleasure taking over. Rio thought she could get away with it, grinding her hips against you like a rabid animal, but the movements stirred Agatha awake. You freeze, not sure what you’re expecting as a reaction from her. But her eyes flutter open, those blues so beautifully bright in the mornings. You fixate on her with your own eyes open wide, taking her in and letting that light into your soul. God, she’s beyond captivating.

“Good morning, little dove. Sleep well?” she husks, her voice deep with sleep. The sound has you whimpering again, needing to lean forward and bury your face in her neck, taking a deep sniff of her sweet scent. Agatha simply chuckles, warm and comforting as she rests her hand on the back of your head. Her eyes clearly catch Rio though whose grunts have turned into quick pants as she selfishly chases her high. “Oh, good morning to you, too, my love,” Agatha teases, biting her lower lip as Rio groans at the sound of her lover’s voice.

“I’m sorry,” you mutter into Agatha’s neck, words incoherent, but she understands your tone and shushes you.

“Oh, it’s not your fault. Rio has a high libido,” Agatha jokes, knowing that’s not the reason you’re apologising, but it’s reassuring even if it’s a deflection from the issue at hand. You do need to talk about this, about last night – and clearly about what’s inevitably going to be happening this morning. 

Before you can conjure up another word of protest, Rio’s hand sneaks around your waist and slithers down until she’s pressing against your already wet centre. You gasp right in Agatha’s neck, teeth accidentally grazing her neck. The act has her gasping though, her fingers gripping your hair tightly, eliciting a pathetically desperate sound out of you.

“Don’t give me that look,” Rio groans in complaint from behind you, the sound equally as desperate as yours, “You have another one in you,” Rio adds.

Agatha sighs, lazily rolling her hips against your thigh which you hadn’t realised has slotted between her legs. “Ugh, I woke too early,” she grumbles, clearly not a morning person. But pleasure quickly fogs her mind, hiding those thoughts away until all she can think about is the heat between her legs.

You can do nothing but stay still and let them use you as Rio continues grinding against the curve of your ass while Agatha rolls her hips against your thigh. It feels wet all over, the sensation driving you insane; you’re overcome with a need to touch and take that opportunity when you catch sight of Agatha’s marked neck again. Rushing in, you immediately suck at the skin harshly, mixing your kisses with a brush of your tongue to soothe her.

“Oh, yes,” Agatha hisses at the sensation, her moan slipping out directly into your ear. You groan into her neck, biting down as your hand grips her hips to guide her down harder, faster, wanting to make her come as fast as you can.

Rio whines behind you, attempting to hide her sounds of pleasure with a bite to your shoulder which has already been marked excessively by her. She adds another claim, and another, until she’s satisfied with her work. Your own needs become apparent as she suddenly starts moving her fingers again, sinking them lower through your folds.

“Yes, right there, please,” you gasp, your hand slipping from Agatha’s waist to grip Rio’s wrist, refusing to lose it. 

Rio moans at your easy pleading, moving her hips faster as she reaches closer to her release. But as her eyes drift shut, Agatha snaps her fingers forcing them back open. She reaches over you, her hand gripping Rio’s neck as the latter gasps at the contact.

“Are you forgetting the rules?” Agatha states, not asks, “Not before me,” she practically hisses as she reminds Rio who grunts in annoyance. But you feel her slow down behind you, clearly obeying Agatha’s command. Her painful whimpering tugs at your heart though, so you immediately sneak your hand to the mess between Agatha’s legs, a thumb to her clit. “Y/N,” Agatha breathes your name out in surprise, clutching Rio’s neck tighter in response. Her blue eyes flutter shut as she begins to rock her hips, already flushed in the cheeks.

It’s impossible to tear your gaze away from her, captivated by how wild but free she looks like this. Her dark curls are nest-like in the mornings, untouched still. You bury your face in her neck, nuzzling until you feel her soft hair against your cheek, all while feeding that need between her legs. Your fingers stay persistent in their brutal pace, circling over her clit as fast as they can go.

“You’re so pretty,” you mumble innocently into her neck, kissing it tenderly. Her hand’s suddenly gripping your biceps as she freezes, choking on her breath. You coax it out of her, letting her cling to you as she topples over the edge, but your own ache amplifies, hitting your core at full force at the intoxicating moan she pants into your ear. It’s so intimate being this close, feeling her orgasm, the pulse between her legs, the way her legs twitch and how she convulses with each wave.

Seconds later, Rio’s panting and growling behind you, needing more friction than what your body is offering. She grabs your hand away from Agatha and forces it behind you between her legs instead. It’s an awkward angle but you gladly let her use you when your fingers finally meet her cunt and feel just how soaked she is.

“Fuck, Rio,” you groan in disbelief, twisting your head back enough for her to come forward and bite your lower lip. She doesn’t kiss you, just holds you that way, grinding her wet heat into your hand, and her wild brown eyes lock onto yours. It’s an intense stare – as all of hers are if you’re being honest – and you submit, matching her with your own raw gaze.

The whimper she lets out as she finally comes is a vulnerable sound, one that can only come with a look in her eyes that communicates trust. She trembles against your hand, hips twitching from sensitivity as you brush over her clit again and again until she practically yanks your hand away.

The three of you lay there for a moment as you all catch your breath, shifting until you’re all on your backs. For a moment you begin to think they had forgotten about you, the desperate ache between your legs still being ignored, but Agatha lets a soft sigh, the type that’s loaded with something else, something powerful, teasing, something that promises euphoria.

She twists until her thigh is draped over yours, and her face is suddenly close, her flowery scent invading your lungs. A hot tongue slides up your neck to your ear, teeth nipping playfully before she whispers, “Where would you like my tongue?”

The simple words elicit a strong reaction out of you, your blood pumping loudly in your ears as you whimper, hips writhing under Rio’s touch. The brown-eyed witch has snuck her hand to your abdomen, keeping you still, and while it frustrates you it also adds fuel to the fire between your legs. The show of strength and subtle flex of her bicep as she does so has you whimpering again, whines getting caught in your throat before they can escape.

“No holding back,” Rio warns with a wicked smile, kissing down your chest until she reaches your flushed breasts. With one last teasing smirk, she latches onto one, the act devastatingly pleasurable. You can’t deal with more teasing, not after what you just did for them. Making them both come like that against you has left you far too desperate, your body trembling for release, almost fever-like as you shake your head with a pout. There is only one cure for this fever.

“My cunt,” you plead, telling Agatha exactly where you want her to bury her tongue, your request vulnerable and unguarded, “Please, I need you, Agatha.”

She turns stiff at your request and the pure want dripping out of your tone. It takes her a moment to come to her senses, then latching her mouth to yours like she’s been starved. It’s shameless the way you moan immediately into her lips, opening your mouth to let her smooth tongue in. She swipes at every surface like she’s trying to memorise it, map out your insides so she can never forget. 

“Fuck,” you pull back to let out a gasp as Rio’s teeth scrape against your nipple, paired with her fingers slipping through your folds playing a song of pleasure. 

Rio looks up at you radiating power, her eyes flashing green in a moment of weakness, losing her self-control when she sees the fire in your eyes, the rose tinting your cheeks, your lips so plump and swollen from Agatha’s harsh kisses. Agatha’s impatient though, dragging you by the hair roughly to kiss you again; it seems she’s just as obsessed with your lips as you are with hers, moaning into the kiss as her hands wander down your body.

You’re pliant to their touches, keeping your legs spread wide as Rio’s thumb presses against your clit but remains unmoving, telling you to roll against her instead. You do just that, panting into Agatha’s parted lips as she scratches down your body until she can slap Rio’s hand away. Within seconds, Agatha’s crawled down, now positioned between your thighs. Rio’s right by you, her hand on your thigh, gripping, digging, holding you as wide open as her eyes.

Agatha gasps at the mess between your legs. “So needy,” she slurs out, as if drunken from one inhale. She leans in to lick at the slick coating your inner thigh and you squirm under the touch, needing it badly. “What do you need, little dove?” Agatha asks again, her voice hoarse with desire and filled with teasing confidence.

You groan as she lays a tender kiss on the patch of hair above your aching, glistening lips. “I need your mouth on me,” you plead as you lean your head back and arch into her.

Agatha chuckles lowly against your skin, nipping playfully. “It is on you.”

The groan you let out is downright filthy, dripping with the need to be devoured. Forcing your heavy head back forward, you lock eyes with her, intense, fiery, and firm in your desires. “I need you inside me.”

The growl that escapes Agatha is feral, a sudden determination in her eyes to devour you until all you can say is her name. She gives no verbal response but that, wrapping her hands around your thighs before diving in. Her tongue is like velvet, smoothly sliding through your folds with a controlled determination. Your whole body reacts to her, toes curling, back arching, thighs twitching. She holds you in place as Rio’s kisses travel to your chest, littering your skin with marks.

The sensation is overwhelming. Rio’s rough but Agatha, God, she’s so controlled but still overstimulating. It’s slow strokes that hit the exact right spots, and a curl of her tongue, a flick over your clit at the exact right moment. Your hands fly down to grip her wild hair and you can feel her grinning wickedly against your cunt as you tug and tug, begging for something. For mercy, for more, for less, God, you’re just begging for her. The rhythm she sets is maddeningly slow, her tongue poking at your entrance gently until it slides in, completely sheathed in you.

“Yes,” you hiss, raking your nails over her shoulders. Hunger takes over her as she growls into your cunt, wet and primal; her tongue fucks into you greedily, nails digging into your smooth ass as she tugs you closer to her. You can only last another minute like this before your ankles lock her in behind her back, gasping, whining, writhing as you reach your climax.

“That’s it, baby,” Rio soothes, tongue circling your nipple before sucking it in, “Come for us,” she demands and you give, all you can do is give with a hand to Agatha’s head and the other gripping Rio’s locks. They stay where they are, letting you ride your climax until all you feel is feathery bliss. 

As Agatha slides her tongue out, you let out a whimper. She refuses to take that as a warning of sensitivity, instead lapping at you refusing to let a drop go to waste. When she sits up, she gently guides you until you’re flipped over, pulling at your legs until your ass is up for her, back arched down. As Rio manoeuvres in front of you, spreading her legs open to welcome you in, Agatha’s fingertips press to your soaked entrance, and you think maybe you can push back the talk you need to have. This is far more important.

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[infamous-light]

Fragments of Us Ch. 8

Sugar Mommy! Wanda Maximoff x Sugar baby! F! Reader

Ch.1 Ch.2 Ch.3 Ch.4 Ch.5 Ch.6 Ch.7

AO3: Fragments of Us

Summary: Wanda loves spoiling you and she can't help the way her eyes darken with desire as she admires you in the outfit she carefully picked out for you.

Chapters can be read independently. Requests for snippets about Wanda are welcome!

Word Count: 829

Warnings: Smut, oral

You stepped out of the bedroom, adjusting the cuffs of your grey blazer. The fabric was soft, refined, and tailored perfectly, feeling luxurious against your skin. Across the living room, Wanda stood by the penthouse window, bathed in the warm glow of the city lights. Her red dress clung to her in all the right places, a slit revealing a teasing glimpse of her leg. She turned slowly, her piercing gaze locking with yours, and a small, knowing smile tugged at her lips.

“Why, don’t you look dashing,” Wanda purred, her eyes sweeping over you with approval. “I knew that outfit would suit you perfectly.”

A light chuckle escaped your lips as you ran a hand through your hair, the black turtleneck beneath the blazer clinging comfortably to your form.

“I have to admit,” you said, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth, “I like it.”

Wanda stepped closer, her high heels clicking softly against the polished floor. You could smell her perfume – something expensive, with notes of jasmine and vanilla. She reached out, her manicured fingers brushing against the lapel of your blazer, straightening it.

“It’s almost unfair,” Wanda husked, her voice low and velvety. “How good you look. I might have to keep you all to myself tonight. Forget the gala.”

You held her gaze with a playful glint in your eye. “Oh yeah?”

Wanda hummed, her touch firm as she grabbed your wrist and led you to the couch. The leather was cool beneath you as you sank into it, your grey dress pants creasing perfectly at the knees. Wanda followed, settling beside you. Her legs crossed in a slow, deliberate motion, the hem of her dress sliding up just enough to tease more of her bare skin.

She leaned in close, her breath warm against your ear. “Do you want to make mommy happy?”

Her fingers trailed along your jawline, a featherlight touch that sent a ripple of warmth through your body. Instinctively, you leaned into her hand, craving more.

“Yes, mommy. Always.” You said, your voice trembling with anticipation.

Wanda’s emerald eyes darkened with desire. “Then show me.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest as Wanda leaned back, her eyes never leaving yours. The silk of her dress slid higher up her thighs when she uncrossed her legs, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of black lace that made your mouth go dry. She spread her legs wider, her invitation clear, and heat pooled low in your gut, spreading like wildfire.

Your body moved on instinct, desire clouding your thoughts as you sank to your knees before her. You reached for the hem of Wanda’s dress, brushing against soft fabric and warm skin. You paused, glancing up through your lashes, searching her face for permission. Her gaze burned into you, dark and hungry, and she gave an imperceptible nod.

“Go on, darling,” she whispered, her voice thick with need. “Make mommy feel good.”

You didn’t need to be told twice.

Your fingers found the edge of her panties, hooking beneath the fabric and sliding it to the side, revealing her glistening folds. Wanda was already wet, and the sight alone sent a jolt of arousal straight through you. Leaning in, your breath danced across her sensitive clit, making her inhale sharply. The sound only spurred you on.

Your tongue darted out, tasting her – warm, sweet, with a faint tang of salt.

A soft moan slipped past Wanda’s lips, and you answered with a slow, deliberate lick, savoring every second. You took your time, tongue tracing and exploring her, mapping out every inch of her pussy. Her fingers twisted into your hair, tightening as she pulled you closer, urging you deeper. You groaned against her, the sound vibrating through her body, making her thighs tremble around you.

“Yes,” Wanda breathed, her hips rocking against your face. “Just like that, baby. Just like that.”

Your tongue began to work her faster, your hands gripping her thighs to keep her still. Wanda was writhing beneath you, her moans growing louder.

“Don’t stop,” she gasped, her voice high with desperation. “I’m so close, baby. So close.”

You doubled your efforts, your tongue flickering against her clit rapidly as you slid two fingers inside of her, curling them just the way she liked. Wanda cried out, her body tensing, and you felt her walls clench around your fingers as she came undone, her release spilling over your tongue.

Wanda collapsed against the couch, her body sinking into the cushions as her chest heaved with each ragged breath. Her fingers remained tangled in your hair, a lazy grip that barely held on. Slowly, you pulled back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Your gaze drifted up to Wanda – her eyes were half-lidded, a satisfied smile playing on her lips.

“You’re such a good girl,” Wanda murmured, her voice low and sated. “My perfect little sugar baby.”

You smiled, your heart swelling with pride.

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Modern au: Reader & Hazbin crew working at McDonald’s

“Hi welcome to McDonald’s-” Reader says but only to get interrupted by the customer

“Yeah yeah. I want a Big Mac, a chocolate shake, and a 20 pc nugget meal.”

“Damn big ass….you want another round of a Big Mac?” Reader says with unhinged tired look gripping the counter as Angel/Anthony side eyes reader concerned.

In camera room

Angel was facing the camera fluffing his blonde hair. “I mean I knew reader was always the snapping type to snap..but that was a little crazy..”

Outside of camera room

A Karen was yelling at Husk who just blinked into the abyss of nothing as the Karen kept yelling for a coupon. You had finished serving the rude customer as you grabbed some money In the cashier and slammed the money in the Karen’s face.

“Here! And never come again, b#*ch” you said with a straining smile as the Karen gave you a shocked look.

TIMESKIP TO LATER-

Charlie was sitting in the manger’s office doing her work files as vaggie bursted in making Charlie jump.

“CHARLIE!”

“Yes hon?” Charlie says with her friendly smile.

“READER IS OUT THERE FIGHTING WITH SOME ASSHOLE” vaggie yells grabbing Charlie by her wrist

“Wait WH-” before Charlie could say anything else Vaggie pulled her out the door

OUTSIDE OF MCDONALDS

Alastor was watching the fight go down behind the big glass mirror of the restaurant as husk and angel were yelling world star as they record you fighting.

Niffty was just mopping the floor smiling with a tune as Charlie and Vaggie rush past her to see reader fighting.

“GET EM! GET EM!”

“FUCK EM UP KID!”

Charlie and Vaggie exit through the front door to see you doing this to the customer: