misguidedasgardian

[misguidedasgardian]

IF I were to write something about an JohnWick!Assassin!reader, who should I pair her with?

I really wanted to write something with Will or Frankie (of triple frontier) but don’t know how to mix it up! Another hottie I could think about (that is in action movies) is August Walker

Think about Henry Cavill, Pedro Pascal, Charlie Hunnam, maybe even Chris Evans or Sebastian Stan… don’t know… I’ve been dying to write some with a lot of action jeje

[misguidedasgardian]

People who bring out their hate in here because of race ARE SICK IN THE HEAD.

I won't loose another author in this hellhole to sick racists, because that is what you are.

There must be something truly WRONG with you, if you seat behind your computer and take the time and effort to write hate to someone specifically for the colour of their skin that they write proudly in here.

GET CHECKED, OR GET FUCKED ASSHOLES

I can't believe this is 2025 and still we need to be writing this crap AND IN TUMBLR, dude, X? threads? fuck off to there! MFSSSS you need to come down here to Tumblr and spreading your hate like the exorcists puke, FOR WHAT? REALLY MOTHERFUCKERS write ME an ask and tell me WHYYYYY

Why bother someone who only wants to share what they wrote with our favorite authors? uh? WHY?

Again, you must be truly sick in the head, to bother someone who does nothing but to share their magic with us, to give us an scape of our lives to fantasize about hotties we love.

Truly SICK

I'm writing this to EVERYONE who took A MINUTE of their miserable lives to write a single word of hate in here.

GET CHECKED BY A PROFESSIONAL, OR GET FUCKED

first i'm called a slur, then i'm ganged up on for defending myself, and now i'm being accused of using ai to write my fics? awesome. great. it's obvious that there are some individuals that want me out of this fandom and while i usually like to pride myself in having tough skin—i genuinely don't think i want to be here anymore. lol.

congrats anons, you did it! you made me feel like shit! i know you're probably celebrating on your end of the screen that you're so close to running off another black writer from this fandom so congratu-fucking-lations. idk what exactly the prize is so enjoy your dbf fics and your shitty spanish and fetishized content of a brown latino immigrant man.

and i can already see it now: people accusing me of throwing a temper tantrum or trying to get sympathy by writing this post but honestly what the fuck ever. i know who i am, my truths, and the people who really know me recognize how absurd all of this is because it's BLATANTLY clear that this witch hunt you motherfuckers are starting is rooted in racism solely because i'm one of the few out and proud black writers in this cursed fandom. you can sit there and lie and say that's not the reason why but it is and the same way y'all are saying karma is gonna circle back on me and my mutuals—it's also going to catch up to you and your heinous spirits.

i might take a day or two to sit with this and truly evaluate if sticking around is worth it but man, from the bottom of my heart: FUCK Y'ALL

[misguidedasgardian]

I want to write a story about a badass reader, after watching Ballerina and AHS: Coven (weird mix I know) I want to write a cool story about a cool assasin unbeatable reader or a powerful witch reader, or a super hero reader.

Don't know which one though.

I was thinking Kikimora assasin x Triple frontier boys, but I don't know how to merge that, or what other hot boys would be there as their love interests. (We have Norman Reedus though jiji)

Or a superhero reader on a multiverse sort of things The Boys Marvel x DC heroes.

Or a cool ass witch? her love interest being a witch hunter, she is at an academy like AHS? aaahhh

Or a Goddess reader perhaps? just elarning her powers?

The possibilities are endless

I might have something written.... in some of those worlds... but nothing concrete enough to begin posting jeje

Ufff just thinking 'outloud', getting it out there waiting for some inspiration jiji

[misguidedasgardian]

This was just AMAZING loved it, just, the way its written, the characterization... THE SMUT? uuurrrggghhh some of the hotest things I have ever read!!!! AAAHHHH loved loved loved this!

🎬 ⠀ ⠀ ── ⠀ ⠀ 𝗨𝗡𝗦𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗥𝗘 ⠀ ⠀ ‣ ⠀ ⠀ the collection.

pairing: javier peña x f!reader

series summary: you’re a camerawoman that shoots pornos. javier peña is the pornstar you can’t stand. why is it that you’re always so affected by him? Explicit. Minors DNI.

series tags: pornstar!au, pwp, no use of y/n, physical descriptions (reader is mid-sized, has a nice rack and ass, hair that can be pulled), enemies to lovers trope, pining, smut, additional tags per part.

misc: tag — graphic credit — my masterlist — fanart

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five | part six | part seven | read on ao3 | more coming soon.

[misguidedasgardian]

i’m going to hold your hands when i say this and i am only going to be kind about it once: ai does not belong in fandom spaces, ever. not in writing, not in art, not in video, not at all. it does not matter how bad you want to see your favourite characters kiss, or how much you need a bit of help finishing a chapter, or whatever.

make friends with artists. commission somebody. learn to draw yourself. ask for a beta read. try a writing partnership. fandom spaces are communities, so engage with them! it is about the journey and the fact that we all love something enough to create and build together about that thing.

spending 30 seconds to kill a tree and get an AI to push out some soulless empty piece of “content” is antithetical to the entire point of being engaged with fandom, and if you’ve taken to doing this you should really reconsider if you belong in these spaces with the rest of us.

[misguidedasgardian]

BEST. MOVIE. OF. THE. YEAR

I'M BACKKKKK BITCHESSSS

I'm saying this because I really needed a good action movie and I didn't even know it, it was so refreshing to see just violence and no romance jajaja LOVED IT

Of course as the rest of the movies from John WicK this one did not disappoint I was so excited and I was right! THIS MOVIE IS AMAZING

I don't care if Lucy picks the poor guy in Materialists

Or about the crappy futuristic nostalgia of Fantastic 4

BECAUSE TODAY CINEMA WON FOR MEEEEE

BEST MOVIE OF THE YEAR IN MY RANKKKKK

Incredible action sequences, incredible plot, everything from the make up to the clothing and the scenery TOP NOTCH as the other John Wick movies are

Just..... *chef kiss*

Norman could have show up a bit more though... jeje

ANA I LOVE YOU, YOU ARE MY ACTION SLAYERRRRR

just uughhhhh LOVE LOVE LOVE

[misguidedasgardian]

I'm taking myself to the movies tonight, I'm watching "Ballerina", because I think John Wick are the best action movies ever (and they are my favorite movies) and I haven't been this excited about a movie since like Avengers.

Nobody wanted to go with me and I'm anxious because my town is really small and I'm bound to encounter someone I know and i'm gonna be alone but whatever... don't care... It's the first time I go alone to the movies

But whatever

I'm rambling, but the fact is, one of my favorite movies is Charlie's Angels full throttle, like, I watched since like I was 8 (yeah, mildly inappropriate) anyways... I LOVE IT it's been a while since a good ass action movie has a kickass female lead, and I just love Ana de Armas.

And I've heard ITS AMAZING and a perfectly good adition to the best action saga of all times, and I'm just so exited CAN'T WAIT

[misguidedasgardian]

Guess what? Yesterday I wrote two pages of “I need to” thanks to my 75 day challenge.

I’m not gonna lie, I was seriously thinking about just suspending my account, I was so done, but I DONT THINK SO! I love writhing, it’s my scape, and J need to has become my and many others comfort fic and I’m not taking that away from anybody.

So… yeah… maybe another chapter is coming

[misguidedasgardian]

Soooo here is my dilemma I have been working on this story since I was in 11th grade well I have a couple of them in my docs. Now I want to try to continue it's a game of thrones fanfiction I'm not sure if I should post it or not. If yes I would like you to first read the plot if that would be alright since I love how you make your stories and how you have written it so clearly for the reader's imagination. I do hope I'm not the only one Imaging the story happening in my head cause that would be awkward 😅. Thank you

Heyyy love!

AHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH! YES I WOULD LOVE TO READ IT! PELASE! SEND IT MY WAY! I'D LOVE TO READ IT! TOTALLY!

[misguidedasgardian]

I’m doing the 75 day challenge in medium difficulty, and as one of my rules I put on “write two pages daily” and that is how I finished the chapter

😂

Only four days in and it’s kicking in! Muahah

[misguidedasgardian]

AMOR VINCINT OMNIA (X)

X. Yours

MASTERLIST

Summary: You finally feel like you started your marriage… with the good… and the uncertain

Warnings: Use of she/her pronouns, reader has hair, Ancient Rome AU accuracies and inaccuracies, arranged marriages, age difference (Marcus is late forties reader is 20), cursing, angst, flucc, descriptions of a mainly patriarchal society, smut, a ‘handy’ job hehe,  MIGHT MISS SOME WARNINGS

Notes: Sorry for the delay! love you all

“Can we stay here, for today?”, you asked him, touching his chest, touch, always touching him now, the warmth of his skin was something that soothed you, like something you now needed. 

“Well, the medicus did say that I needed to care for my health”, he said teasingly. You smiled, closing your eyes and enjoying the sun sneaking through the window, the warmth of his skin, and the faint smell of the jasmines he had brought you and now laid on the table near the bed. 

“Are you in pain?”, he asked gently, caressing your back, “Did I hurt you?”

“It burns a bit”, you answered softly, truthfully, “but I’m not hurt”, you leaned in and kissed his chest, just above his nipple. “Are you alright with me, touching you?”, you asked

“I am yours to do as you please”, he whispered. You raised your eyebrow as you looked down at his body, there weren't only scars, but spots tainting his tanned body, he was so soft yet so rough at the same time. His age had left marks on his skin, but it felt so natural when you passed your hand over his chest and belly.

You heard his breathing getting heavier, you didn’t understand why until you saw the sheet over his weight… grow… your hand travelled over his belly and abdomen until the fabric was covering him, and you moved it, got it out of the way

His cock was becoming stiffer as you got closer to it.

“Pulchra”, he groaned, but it sounded more like a warning. “You don’t have to”, but you didn’t listen to him, you wrapped your hand around him, making him draw delicious sounds that made your skin prickle. It was odd… something being so hard yet so soft as the finest silk, at the same time.

You squeezed, making him moan in pleasure.

“My love”, he grunted, calling for you, “if you want to do that… you need to…”, you looked at him.

“What?”, he looked at you with those glossy dark brown eyes, like the ones of a pup, “I want to please you”, you explained softly, he grabbed your hand and you let him press it against his lips. Your own breath got caught in your throat when he lewdely licked your fingers. 

When they were wet enough, he wrapped them around his manhood again, with that slick, they rolled up and down his shaft easily, making his moans more pleasure-fueled 

You moaned softly, the whole situation was making your body feel like it was in flames, you didn’t even know what to make of yourself.

“My love”, Acacius whined, and as you looked at his beautiful face contorted in pleasure, you truly saw the man under the armour, you saw your husband, being pleasured by you. In the midst of it, you saw him reprieving himself from something

“What is it?”, you asked

“I need you”, he said, opening his eyes and looking at you, you hadn't stopped your ministrations, which you think is why he was having such a hard time expressing his mind.

“What do you mean?”, you asked innocently, he leaned in and trapped your mouth, kissing you roughly. He turned towards you, grabbing your thigh in his big hand and made you pass it over his legs.

Soon you were on top of him, your hand releasing him to grab onto his shoulders for stability. Your thighs had to be spread wide to accommodate over his hips and not fall over.

“You are not too sore, my love?”, he asked against your lips, you were, but you were more wanting then sore, so you shook you head softly.

“No, I swear it”

“Good”, it was his turn to pleasure you, he made sure you were wet enough, with his thick fingers in between your thighs, and then he wrapped his hand around his shaft, that was conveniently right under you, feeling heavy right against your intimacy.

In this position, you felt strange, like out in the open. Not only because it was midday, the sun shining brightly, letting you see every detail, but because you were right there, exposed on top of him, to his hungry gaze, not as close as the way he took you for the first time.

“You are so beautiful”, he murmured, “my pulchra” 

“You said that twice”, you said folly

“I must mean it then”, you moaned when he entered you, your hips moving instinctively, taking more of him inside you. You both moaned at the same time as the friction and stretch was delicious.

“I can’t believe you kept this from me for months”, you whined making him chuckle darkly. You finally understood it, everything behind the act of sex, the gods, the paintings, the mosaics, everything depicting the act, now you finally understood why.

The pleasure that bloomed right where you were connected extended to the entirety of your body, making you shake, your thighs drenched with your own arousal as you moved slowly over your husband.

This was too new to you, and yet, it felt natural, as you have been doing it for ages 

His hands grabbed you greedily, touching your sides, your breasts, to settle on your hips, you knew he might leave marks as he was grabbing the soft skin there, leading your movements with the control he enjoyed having. 

“For the gods, you are something out of this plane”, he whispered 

Once you both reached the elysium fields, you collapsed on top of him, and he hugged you against his chest, caressing your sweaty back 

“I’m never parting ways with you again”, he said.

As a young woman, you had been warmed of the sweet words that come from men in ecstasy, and that you’d do well not to take them seriously, but you couldn’t help but put down your wall a bit more as you were held in his arms.

And it was harder not to believe them when you realised that once you left your rooms (somewhere in the afternoon the next day), Acacius had been right there next to you. He came with you to the kitchens, you ate together, he would sit in the garden as you gardened, he would go with you on a walk to go and see Luna and her foal.

And you were silent no more, he would ask you things in turn. 

Now he knew you had a very sheltered life in Rome, so instead he would ask about your thoughts, about what you had read, about what you wanted to do.

In turn, you’d ask him about his travels.

You realised he didn’t enjoy speaking about the battles and conquest, but rather the places and people he came across. The different cultures he had met. 

You spend your time thinking that this is what it should have been like, after you got married, you should have left Rome for the countryside and you should have started your marriage just like this. 

And now you were suddenly overthinking everything.

For how long was this going to last?

You had been accustomed by now to be alone, terribly alone, now he was there like a shadow, the change so brutal that it made your head spin. You were so happy now you were starting to be afraid you’d lose his company again.

The contrast was so notorious, you didn’t want to go back to that loneliness, and that made you nervous. When he was not within your eyesight you started experiencing anxiety. But in every turn, even without realising it, he was there. Watching you with those soft dark eyes of his, a gaze, you’d realise, kept solely for you. 

But he left today, in the middle of the morning, he didn’t tell you were he went, just that there was something that required his attention, and he left with a giddy smile and a quick trot of his horse.

He might have said something to the servants, because they were running from one side of the villa to the other, and soon, the whole triclinium all the way to the atrium was surrounded by a delicious smell. They were cooking something good.

Your questions were not answered until two hours later, as the sun watch in the garden would reveal, when Marcus came back with Cecilia and her husband, her babe, and an entourage of servants railing after them

“My love”, she greeted, kissing both of your cheeks, “you look positively radiant!”

Your cheeks heated just by thinking to the reason why

“Thank you”, you murmured gently

“Your handsome husband here promised us a day of relaxation and fun”, she said with a cheeky smile, “and you… are going to tell me all the gossip”.

It had been some sort of surprise, as Acacius smiled gently as the servants packed you a heavy lunch and carried it to the edge of the lake. Finally, you had the opportunity to see it.

After walking along the shore and hear Cecilia yapping about the patrician women of Rome (ones she now frequented after marrying her husband and her trip to Sicily) you had finally found a moment alone, when both men decided to walk along the shore, talking business (despite promises made), and Cecilia send her servants away.

“You seem so much better”, she said in a careful whisper, “that when I saw you a week ago”

“Well, much had changed”, you offered, as those tempestuous eyes of her couldn’t be fooled 

“Like?”, she encouraged 

“I was untruthful to you”, you said carefully, her child babbled, grabbing onto her skirts, the wind flew slowly and warmly, you both found yourselves under a tent, resting over thick fabrics placed for your comfort. “Acacius and I… weren’t alright”

“Oh yeah, I could tell”, she said with a knowing look, you look back at her wide eyed

“Really?”

“Oh darling, you are many things, a good liar, is not one of them”, she said, without wiping that smirk off her face

“Oh”, you lamented

“But I take that whatever was going on was fixed”, she teased

“Oh yes”, you said happily, she shrieked, making her child jump in his place, playing wit wooden figurines

“So… “, she encouraged yet again

“We might be giving your child a life-long friend soon, or bride”, she applauded, being comically imitated by her son, who giggled happily, his thick curls jumping as he applauded with his chubby arms.

“So before”

“He hadn’t touched me”, you said carefully, “only after i confronted him after you left is when he realised, how lonely I had been, he never consummated the marriage, and then he left for Hispania…”, you wanted to omit the part in which he loved your mother, only thinking about it made your skin crawl.

“What? Why didn’t he?”, she asked

“Well, I believe it was because he didn’t want to pressure me”, you said. The naughtiness returned to her face

“So…”

“So?”, you asked her, confused.

“Is he or is he not… a very virile man?”, she said in a cackle. You wanted to hide your face in the sand and she threw your own phrase back in your face.

“Yes he is”, you admitted, your voice muffled by your hands

She laughed and applauded again. 

Her son, Julius, applauded again, giggling happily, you couldn’t help it, and scoop him up in your arms playfully, making him giggle even more

“You are just like your mother”, you grunted playfully, “just a bundle of giggles”

He was so sweet

And that is how Acacius and Cecilia’s husband found you, giggling and gossiping, and this time… you did recognize the look Marcus gave you when he saw you with a child in your arms. This was going to be a very fun night with your husband, you’d gather. 

The rest of the day was spend playing in the shore, splashing in the water, Marcus grabbing you, pulling you with him into the waters, before you could admit to him that you did not know how to swim, he catched you in his arms squeezing you against his chest, as he kissed the side of your face. You gazed upon his face, kissed by the afternoon sun, lines around his big smile, those kind eyes of him, gleaming with happiness. You looked to your friend and found a similar image, she was being tackled by her husband into the water, she screeched as she fell into the water.

It was one of those moments you wished you could live forever in. 

. . .

You were watching your husband like a hawk as you brushed your hair, and he undressed, waiting for the moment he was going to give up his act and jump you hungrily. You were looking forward to it, slicked between your thighs. 

But he did not have the same look on his face as he looked at you, he almost seemed troubled as he paced around the room, once he had changed into his sleeping robes. 

“What’s wrong?”, you asked him, setting the brush on the table. He finally looked at you and took a big sigh. 

“You know Cecilia’s husband is a member of the senate… and he was there last week”, he said softly, “even though though I have little less of half a year left at the command of the Legions, I need to…”, he paused, studying your face in detail, as he was afraid of how you were going to react, “go back to Hispania”, he said slowly and quietly, watching you intently.

You only nodded, with an unreadable expression on your face. You expected this, sort of…

“So, when do we leave?”, you asked nonchalantly, but of course he caught it, immediately

“We?”, he asked, a smile creeping on his face

“You are not leaving me again”, you said curtly, “you promised me, Acacius”, you said severely

“I know”, he said with a soft smile, he dared to remove a lock of hair from your face, taking advantage and touching the skin of your cheek

“We are going to Hispania, then”, he said with a soft smile, you smiled widely

“Can’t wait”, you pronounced proudly. He leaned in and trapped your lips with his on a chaste kiss

“Your mother is going to kill me”, he said, without wiping the smile from his face, “for taking you away from Rome, away from the soft shade of the Empire”

“She’ll understand”, you said back with a soft smile, you leaned in and kissed him in turn, and he hummed against your lips. “Now will you have me?”, you asked him, “I recognized that look in your eyes, you had when you were watching me”

“Oh really?”

“Oh yeah”, you gasped when he grabbed you, making you around his hips with your legs, and led you to the bed.

“I’ll show you how virile I am”, he grunted playfully against your lips.

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[misguidedasgardian]

I want to ask something, a social experiment as it may…

[misguidedasgardian]

I was out of his hellhole for 5 days because I was getting really toxic, checking notifications for comments or reblogs obsessively, so I decided to take a break of it all... deleted the app on my phone... didn't open my computer...

6 days I was out... I'm back now... not one comment... a couple of empty reblogs

1 fucking message of that fucking bot asking for fucking money

I'm so done

I feel so fucking used, 4 years in here and nobody even talks to me, (except from when they ask me when I'm going to freaking update), more than 6.000 followers and barely any interaction for when I want to do something fun in here to celebrate it...

I'm so fucking done.

[misguidedasgardian]

DARKSIDE OF THE MOON II.

II. Colliding stars

MASTERLIST

Summary: Even departments apart, they seem to get closer. 

Warnings: OOC, Dark!, stalking, reader has a nut allergy (hehe, relevant to the story), accidental voyeurism, she was watching a full blown smut scene, its described, slightly inspired in Netflix’s series YOU, ff kiss, eating of oysters, sexual innuendos, indecent proposals, might miss some warnings

MINORS DNI, +18

Wordcount: 3,6k

Notes: @shiny-trashs-blog is in on me with this! checking all those horrific orthographic mistakes! jiji thank you love!

Alright! here we go, we are starting in hot with this chapter!

Your University was placed in Manhattan, right in the thick of it, you were lucky enough to find a place right in the West Village, right next to it, also, 

It was a nice neighbourhood, most of the Faculty lived around here, including Brantley. 

Her home was a beautiful townhouse about five blocks away between you and your campus. She had inherited it from her family. 

As you were climbing the steps to the entrance, you couldn't help but notice the moving truck next door. And you smiled, thinking about what kind of tasteful neighbours your professor was going to have. 

You often debated if your relationship with Brantley was considered professional or not, if you had crossed lines, because as it was now, what felt natural, once put into perspective, might seem strange. You thought so as you slid her key into the door of the beautiful townhouse she lived in.

She was out of town for the week and she had asked you to stay at her home, to water the plants, and Shelley, her cat, a British shorthair, who was just so sweet and cute, as soon as you entered you heard her paws on the checkered floor, and she appeared meowing looking up at you with her big golden eyes.

“Hey beautiful”, you greeted, caressing her behind the ears making her purr. You closed and locked the door behind you and entered the foyer. The house was stunning. 

The house was quiet, the lighting of this time of day was beautiful. It was a beautiful home, very tasteful, and very grand. You were going to stay here for the next couple of days to take care of Shelley. You went to the left to a grand living room, and then you walked to the back of the house, towards the kitchen. There were big windows on the wall that looked out to the neighbouring house

You grabbed some cat food from the cupboard in the corner of the beautiful open concept kitchen, with exposed brick and copper fixtures, and filled Shelley’s silver plate, but as you were putting it away again, movement caught the corner of your eye… You gasped when you realized the new neighbours were none other than Reed Richards and Sue Storm themselves. 

They were smiling, almost laughing as they placed their new appliances, in their new kitchen, which was facing where you were, only a few meters away from you, you could see them clearly. They looked like a poster of a perfect couple. 

In a city of 9 million people, what were the chances the new neighbours were them?

Odd. 

You didn't realize you were staring, you didn't mean to, until you saw him hugging her from behind, his hands surrounding her, travelling to her front, only then you realized you were witnessing something you shouldn't, something private, and yet..

He touched, caressed her soft looking teal colored sweater, only when his hand disappeared under it was when you were able to get out of your stupor, and looked away immediately, moving away from the window as there was a monster in it. 

What if they cacaught you staring?

You could have never shown your face at Uni ever again.

You felt your throat dry and your face hot…

Mrs. and Mr. Richards were being handsy with each other in the kitchen…

Well… you´d be handsy too if you were married to someone as attractive as them. 

Curiosity, and maybe something morbid… wanted you to keep looking… 

No, you couldn't do that, you couldn't… then why did you find yourself tiptoeing towards the stairs that led to the second floor?

There, just above the kitchen, there was an informal living room with a huge TV, and the same windows, but these ones had those privacy curtains, which allowed you to see outside but not be seen from the outside. 

You didn't even know how you got here, your body moving of its own accord…

Oh you shouldn't do this, you really shouldn't, but… what was the harm in looking?

Your sick curiosity got the better of you.

You were never going to be in the same department as them, so, what's the harm? It’s not like he was your professor, he wasn't, he was never going to be, neither was her, they were scientists, nothing to do with your field in any case… oh gods this was so wrong…

They were still at it, the angle was not… ideal now, but you could still see them as clear as the day outside. You didn’t even know why you were watching them… but at the same time… you couldn’t stop watching. 

Her sweater was long forgotten, she was in her underwear now, still in the same position, him behind her, ravishing her with his big thick hands, they shared heated kisses once in a while but the position made it difficult, that didn’t stop them. She was so beautiful, in a black lingerie set. His hands grabbed her breasts over it, until he moved it out of the way. She was 

He was also wearing a sweater and now it was gone, leaving him in a plain grey t-shirt. The Physics professor waws long gone.

And then he was clearly adjusting his pants behind her, you couldn’t see it, not clearly, but you could see her face twisted in bliss, her mouth opened in a moan you couldn’t quite catch. 

Her eyes opened, and you could swear, even if it was impossible, they moved towards the window in the kitchen, and then, up, towards where you were 

That was what it took for you to dive backwards out of the window. 

You dropped to the carpeted floor with your hands over your eyes, wanting the floor to swallow you whole.

What were you thinking?

Well, they were the ones fucking right in front of a big window, but you were the one watching like a pervert. 

Then why were you so aroused?

No, you felt dirty just thinking about it….

Shelley meowed at you, found you, and cuddled with you on the floor, making you giggle, all horny thoughts forgotten. 

As you lay there, everything seemed so surreal. You wanted to stop thinking about it, so you grabbed your phone and started scrolling through social media to make you forget about what you saw. 

You chatted with some friends to try to get out of the party in the middle of the week that they wanted you to go to. You had two jobs and house sitting duties, so you couldn't just go out and party, not that you wanted to anyway. 

You sighed, dropping your phone away from your grasp.

The sun was already on its way down, already hiding behind the skyline. The light of the house had that beautiful golden hue, Only then, when it started reflecting on the wall, were you finally strong enough to get up from the floor. 

You went back to the first floor, turned on all the lights, and grabbed the list of things Brantley always left you for you to do.

You grabbed the watering can from under the sink, and you started watering the poor plants. Once you were done on all three floors of the house, you grabbed a dropper and started to drip a few drops of water into the tiny cactus your professor had against the window in the informal living room. She was growing them.

Since you were not going to come out of the house the rest of the day, you made sure every window and door was tightly shut,, you gave Shelley her medicine, which was a herculean task. After you washed the scratches up and down your arms, you started to get hungry, wanting to make yourself something to eat. With heated cheeks, you went back to the kitchen. 

Their lights were also on. 

Sue was in the kitchen, and you couldn't help but make eye contact. Once she did, she smiled widely, waving happily, alright she didn't seem shameful at all, so she clearly hadn't seen you watching them. You waved back, awkwardly smiling. 

She walked away in a hurry, and you were glad that interaction ended.

Gods, would you close the curtains?

That would be rude, wouldn't it? Clearly you wanted to ignore them or something, so, against your better judgement, you left it open, and fixed yourself your favorite snack.

You watched the clock. It was like 5, so this wasn't the last thing you were going to eat before going back to bed. But your shift tomorrow wasn’t until later, so you could hang out, watch a movie… 

You felt movement in the corner of your eye, and when you looked up, there were both of them, standing at the window. Reed was holding a sign against the glass, barely 2 meters away from you. 

“Come to dinner, neighbour, 6:00pm”, Oh gods, you couldn’t hide your surprise as you read, with them right there. You couldn't quite refuse, and you were now wondering how the hell you were going to look them in the face after what you witnessed. 

Was it just for being polite? Why would they invite you for dinner? Were they going to grill you about the article you wrote? Maybe they didn't find it funny at all, maybe they were pissed, and they wanted to politely threaten you or something like that. You weren't completely sure. Maybe they felt obligated in fulfilling the empty promise they gave you the night of the cocktail, since you were indeed next door to them. 

The invitation was pretty one-way, since there was no way you could answer it. it didn't give much of a choice anyways. But you were so nervous that you didn't even want to go at all. You thought about ways to get off of the engagement, but none believable came to mind. What were you going to do? Hang around in your professor's house with all the lights turned off? Stumbling around in the dark like an idiot?

They had just moved in, they probably hadn't even found the silverware, and they were inviting you to dinner… that required more than just politeness, right?

You looked back at the window and it had another message.

“We will not take no for an answer”. Reed was keeping it pressed against the glass, and he smirked when you nodded nervously. You raised your thumb up. 

Gods, you were such a pushover.

You saw him taking back the big notepad and scribbling something in it. then he presented you with another message against the window:

“Any allergies?”, you nodded, taking a whiteboard marker you always had because Brantley kept losing hers, and wrote awkwardly in the window

“Nuts”, you wrote. he nodded and gave you a thumbs up. Your cheeks got heated once you realized how… indecent it sounded, but he was a physics professor, he wouldn't humor you by even thinking about a double meaning, right?

And also… you had seen them almost naked, together, fucking in their kitchen, curtains wide open.

You had the worst poker face in the world. How the fuck were you going to be able to manage that?

You had two and a half hours before you had to go to theirs, you had till then to think of something, you felt incredibly watched, so you hid in the upstairs living room, turning on the TV and snacking on some chips to get your mind off of things. 

Oh

What were you going to wear? What were you going to say?

You had no business being this nervous in the middle of a week in which your professor wasn't there. you were supposed to be chilling in her home with her cat.

Shelley meowed at you disapprovingly, moving her thick tail and scrunching her golden eyes. 

“What should I do?” you asked her. The answer was to steal one of your professor´s Chanel blazers from her closet and attend the dinner with jeans and a decent shirt on. 

Wine, you should bring wine. 

Smile, nod and answer, question back, and survive for an hour. What could possibly go wrong?

Nothing! Right?

And before you even knew it, you had a bottle of wine in your hand that was going to cost you at the end of the month, and you raised your hand to ring the ornamented doorbell. 

Sue herself opened the door, wearing the same sweater she was wearing before, and that made your breath catch in your throat.

Yes, of course she was wearing it, why would she change it? That actually made you relax, this wasn’t a formal dinner, just a neighbours’ dinner.

“You came!”, she said, extremely happy for someone who was just seeing you for the second time in her life.

“Thank you for inviting me”, you said shyly. 

“Of course, we wanted to get to know our new neighbour better”, the disposition of the house was similar to the one of your professor’s, but like placed in a mirror, once you went through the foyer, you went to the left, where a similar formal living room stood, and that had a open space concept leading to the kitchen. There stood Reed Richards himself, with a cream colored apron that had big black chunky letters that read ‘kiss the cook’. The whole house was modernized instead of the traditional style Brantley’s house was.

The sofas were squared and of white leather instead of upholstered with intricate designs. The curtains were rollers and of a singular cream color instead of the veil, and the decorative thick fabrics. the decorative mouldings were gone, and instead sharp edges greeted you everywhere.

The kitchen though, was beautiful: white marble countertops and black stricken cupboards. 

The house was equally beautiful, for different tastes you’d suppose. 

“Ah, our cute little neighbour”, he greeted. He had a bowl of salad in his hands, “so glad you made it”.

“I brought wine”, you said. Sue took it off your hands with a smile.

“You shouldn’t have bothered”, she read the label and smiled, pleased.

“A good vintage”, she said, you smiled weirdly, you didn’t even know what that meant, “I’ll go great with the main course”.

“You live alone?”, Sue asked. 

“This is Professor Brantley´s house really”, you explained, “she asks me to come stay when she is away to take care of Shelley, and the plants”

“Shelley?”, asked Reed, biting back a smile.

“Her cat”, you said, “she is very sweet”. They encouraged you to take a seat in some very modern stools that turned this side of the island from the kitchen in a bar.

“Shelley as the…”

“The author of Frankenstein, yes”, you said with a proud smile. 

“And where do you actually live?”, Sue asked, not caring about Shelley at all.

“Nearby”. it wasn’t believable— no person your age that didn’t come from money could live around here, “School-subsidized housing”, you explained. 

“Is that what you work as a T.A?”, it was a bit weird, the line of questions they decided to go down to… but… you didn't mind, you were an open book.

“No”, you said with a chuckle, “I get to live in the West Village because I am a T.A”. that seemed to please them, as they smiled.

“It's refreshing to see so much vocation in the young people”, said Reed as he opened a bottle of wine, not the one you had brought though. 

“Ah, come on, like you both are old or something”, you teased, and that seemed to lighten the mood, “you both are like the young promises of science”.

It was a bit awkward, though.

“I’m sorry for disappointing you, that I’m not your new neighbour”, you said lightly. 

“Well I gotta admit, when we thought you were our neighbour, I almost didn’t care how much the house cost”, Sue teased, pouring you a glass when Reed passed the bottle. Both were so elegant, the simplest gesture of giving something to the other was like watching two ballet dancers, just as you were gazing upon them moving along in the kitchen, is where her words finally sinked in,

You felt your cheeks heat and your hands so sweaty you had to rub your hands on your pants. 

Sue winked at you, and you actually felt warmth inside your belly.

“You are too kind”, you said. you had to say something before they thought you were weirded out. Because you weren’t. “Having neighbours like you does make me want to live next door”, you tried, and they smiled, content with your answer

“So… nut allergy?”, Reed asked, wanting to strike conversation

“Yes, it’s actually very weird”, you said, “my throat doesn’t get closed up or anything, but one time, I ate a brownie with walnuts in them, and I passed out, I woke up eight hours after”

“Loss of consciousness due to allergies is very rare”, she admired, “hope it nevers happens again”

“Yes, that is why I’m very careful”, you murmured with a reassuring smile, “goodby to most chocolates though”, that stung

“Ouch”, Reed winced theatrically for your amusement, and you laughed freely. You kept making small talk, trying to ask back so the conversation isn’t all about you. They were incredibly laid back and friendly, easy to talk to.

Two of the hottest persons you had ever met invited you to have dinner and were being so nice to you, and you were as nervous as a rabbit in headlights, but they made it disappear, slowly but surely, soon, you were comfortable around them…

But there was no way this had second intentions, right? you were seeing into things. How close Sue was, how Reed looked at you… 

You politely took a sip of wine, even though it wasn’t what you usually drink. it was a bit bitter, but you smiled politely anyway. They started with a light white wine, and when Reed took out the entrée and placed it on top of the marble, you figured out why:

Oysters

All that your mother once taught you about eating what was served -especially as a guest- and being polite came back to you like lightning. You would normally never eat such a thing, but again, you had been taught strictly well and you were a guest at the house of two scientists. 

You shifted uncomfortably over the stool.

“Have you ever tried them before?”, Sue asked, she stood right by your side

“No, actually”, you drew a small smile, you couldn’t be ungrateful, not to Professor Reed and his scientist wife Sue Storm.

The air was charged with something you couldn’t quite put your finger on

“They have quite the kick”, she teased, “They’re already… loose”, was it you or her voice that seemed extremely… low and sensual, you looked at her eyes and she was looking right at you, “some chew on them but I just like to… swallow”, alright you looked at Reed, standing at the other side of the island. He grabbed one of the shells, you stared at him as he looked back at you, you could actually see his tongue as he slurped on the shell. 

You swallowed, hard

“Try one”, she encouraged, you grabbed one, and without much thought, you threw it back, swallowing the slimy thing at once. 

Sue was right, it had a sharp taste that tickled you in the back of your mouth. 

“You like them?”, asked Reed, he watched you like a hawk, but the strange taste had emboldened you, making you feel all ticklish with the both of them there, paying their undivided attention to you.

You don’t know what game they were playing, but you wanted in too. 

“I do”, you admitted. 

“They are a known aphrodisiac”, he said. 

Oh, so maybe you weren’t imagining things… Sue grabbed one too, and slurped, right next to you. She moaned as she savored it, making it a big deal out of it. She left the shell aside and used her index finger to clean the corners of her mouth. 

“Have another one”, she whispered heavily, grabbing one and taking it to your mouth, you just let her, feed you one, with one of her hands in your jaw, lovingly caressing your cheek with her thumb, you were actually hypnotized by her as she did.

The Oyster slid down your throat and again came that tickle in that soft spot, where you teeth ended at the back of your mouth

“We have a proposition for you”, she whispered, you looked at Reed, like he had caught you doing something you shouldn't, even though everything happened right in front of him. 

“My wife and I love to… add someone to our marriage once in a while”, he said, nursing the chill cup of wine, “would you like to… join us?”

You were clearly hallucinating, this couldn’t be happening, you just nodded, like in a trance, Sue leaned in, and you were putty in her hands, she licked your lips, subtle, delicately, before she kissed you gently, like a soft caress.

“Let me hear you”, she whispered

“Yes”, you managed to whisper against her lips, and that is all they needed.

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