#I learnt to make gifs to do this I'd never made them before I like learning

[ya-zz]

Hii! I love your work and I'm a recent follower, so I wanted to request something a little selfish for me! If it's okay, and if you're willing, could I have some headcannons with Ramattra, Genji and Lifeweaver with a deaf!reader? I'd love to hear your thoughts about how quick they would pick up on sign language, and maybe reader giving them a cute allias in sign language? Per example, instead of signing Genji ’s name letter by letter, I would simply sign "My Dragon". Again, this is an extremely specific request so if you choose to pass it on, it's completely okay! Much love to you 🌺

This was such a cute thing to write, selfish or not. I don't really see many fics or hc's out there about this sorta thing, so I am glad to write this! Hope this is what you were looking for! ♥

RAMATTRA

Ramattra never knew why you didn’t speak to him, only when someone mentioned that you couldn’t hear him did he realise the issue. 

It also explained why you never answered him. You didn’t even know he was talking.

He researched how to apologise so he could have some peace of mind. He wasn’t mad, but he did wish someone would’ve told him sooner.

He searched for any module possible to instantly talk to you. 

However, there was the issue of finding the right module. 

With the many variations of sign language, he had to find the one that matched yours. 

It took some time, but when he found the correct module, he was practically fluent in sign language, though he was still slow at talking. 

It warms his circuits the moment he first signed to you and you smiled with a sparkle in your eyes. 

His joints weren’t used to doing intricate hand signs, but over time, he got used to it. 

Day after day he would sit with you to learn how to sign efficiently. 

It was a learning curve to him, one he was grateful for as you were the one teaching him.

He was advancing in a way he had never imagined, especially with a human. 

One day while signing with him, having what seemed like a normal conversation, you had signed something he hadn’t seen before. 

It took his processors a moment to work it out and when he realised what you had signed, he chuckled, signing “thank you” towards you with a tilt of his head. 

“My omnic”.

GENJI

You had been responding to the ninja fairly well, but when you didn’t respond to his callout once, he wondered if you had ignored him. 

He approached you, a little cautious in case you were annoyed at him, but when he realised you were constantly looking at his lips, it clicked for him. 

Genji was close to you, figured you were just the quite kid, but being deaf was something he hadn’t thought about. 

He spent that night researching and practising sign language.

It was a slow process for the ninja; he was always too distracted, but he picked up words and phrases to impress you. 

Maybe a month went by before he finally managed to say a full sentence without any mistakes, but the fact that he was trying was enough for you. 

After awhile, Genji would try to learn more.

He would take online classes to make sure he was doing the correct hand movements; that he was making sense. 

Sometimes he would mess up, but that was okay.

The ninja spent his free time learning full sentences, eventually leading up to a full conversation with you.

It made you warm with happiness that he went through the effort to learn something new. 

Sign language was hard, and with Genji being constantly distracted, it only made it slower to learn and he was several months in to learning. 

Though, when you signed something to him that he had never learnt, he stumbled, thinking about it for the rest of the day before he researched what you had said. 

A genuine smile appears on his face when he learns what you called him. 

“My dragon.”

LIFEWEAVER

Niran had some knowledge of sign language prior to meeting you.

When he heard you were deaf, he was excited to speak to you, though his speech was limited. 

Seeing him interact with you was comforting, even if he did get embarrassed about his mistakes. 

He would spend most of his nights practising, relearning what he already knew and focussing on his weaker points.

Niran would always go to you for help, wanting to know if he’s signing right and what he needs to work on. 

It was like you were a tutor to him, one he felt comfortable around. 

When he wasn’t working on his biology and science, he would study some more.

There was always room for improvement. 

His mind was taken up by you, the want and need to impress you, no matter how many mistakes he made. It was all apart of the process.

Everything was going smoothly. His nightly studying was paying off and he was starting to fully understand conversation.

It only took a couple months for him to be fluent, the perks of being a fast learner but also sticking to a regime.

There was the odd occasion where he would mess up, but even you wouldn’t lie that you did it too.

He was fond of your presence, much like you were fond of his.

Niran was surprised when you signed a different name for him, one that made his cheeks flush the same pink colour.

“My lotus.”

[jamiedc-they-them]

Good People - Part II: Do Unto Others (Platonic)

Part 1 is here!

NOTE: Once again, this series (maybe? if people like it and their dynamic?) will be shorter pieces around certain scenes rather than full episodes. Kind of like summaries with specific lil bits with the main focus being Lucy and Y/N's friendship. Enjoy!

Chapter Summary: You take Lucy to Filly. A gunfight ensues. Lucy surprises you with loyalty.

"I thought I'd have to marry my Cousin," Lucy tells you as you both start to leave the desert and enter a forest area.

"...Uh...Ok?" you say, not really sure how to react to the information your new friend has just given you.

"Is that not...is that now how things are done up here? What about the survival of the Human Race?"

You snort, helping her over a log, "Don't think that's the thing on a lot of people's minds."

"How so?" she asks, genuinley confused.

"More so just concerned about the whole, survival of the self, type thing."

"That's understandable. Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Shoot."

"I won't."

"No, I meant like, ask me. 'Sure, go ahead.'"

"Oh. Sorry. Still getting used to the lingo out here."

You snort again, "ain't too much to learn. And, you're fine, wasn't the worse miscommunication."

She nods, smile on her face, "okey dokey."

You keep walking on, passing two people. You move out of their way, but Lucy gives them a friendly greeting. Nothing comes of it, but you still find yourself leaning in close to her - and accidentally making her jump as she didn't see that you had stopped - and saying to her, "try not to do that in general when out, ok? In towns? Maybe, especially with your quest. But out here," you move your finger in a circular motion, "don't."

"Can I ask why? Nothing bad happened," you partly pity and find her innocence kind of endearing.

"Just...this time it didn't go bad. It might not next time."

"Sorry."

"Don't - don't be sorry," you say, finding your guard going down a bit at her genuine apology, "just...lessons learnt, right?"

She nods, enthusiastically, "yes. One hundo percento!"

You shake your head, "alrighty then. Onward to Filly."

Filly wasn't a bad town. It had all sorts of life in it, not all nice mind, and a certain charm with the environment it laid in. It was also what led you to realise that, for most of your time surviving, you had spent it wandering in circles essentially, with you almost always ending up back here and some point.

Lucy moves between two people, reaching out and grabbing your hand to make sure you don't get lost. She tightens it a bit as you look back at the two people as they look at Lucy, discussing to themselves about the Vault Dweller.

"Y/N, come on," she says, tugging on your hand, "no need to start a fight."

Your hand unfurls from the fist it was in.

You nod at her, she nods back.

A vendor tries to get her to try some meat; she tries to find information on her dad; the vendor just goes back to selling meat.

"Move on. Come on. Don't wanna get trapped here," you say, trying to usher Lucy along.

"But he might --" Lucy protests.

"Trust me?" you ask, attempting to just keep her moving.

Yet --

"I do," Lucy says.

It makes you both pause.

"What?" she asks, genuinley confused.

"That quick, huh?"

She nods, now moving of her own volition.

"Like I said, good judge of character."

She walks on a bit, as you stay put.

"Huh," you say. You'd never been told that before. A snake, sure. Or some other bad word. But never someone to be trusted. Sounded foreign to you.

Still, it made you have a slight spring in your step - or as much as you could, given your current predicament.

Lucy looks in wonder at the place, "Wow-wee!" she says.

"Not a bad looker, is it? End of the world really brings out the creativity in people."

"I didn't expect this, for sure," she admits. Maybe it's her honesty, the ability to have her guard almost always be down, that makes you admire her a bit more. She trusts easily. It shakes you a bit, how quickly she both did that and gave you her water. Things like that are worth gold out here. And yet she gave it to you freely.

She's the one with that dart gun, and yet you find yourself being more of the protector. She accidentally barges shoulder with someone, and apologises. The man, a towering figure, looks her up and down. You stand between them, until his friend hits him as well.

"They might have something for you," you say, nodding to the shop, "I'll stay with you until you find something here. Then, let you be on your way."

"Wait, you aren't coming with me to my dad?" she asks, saddened.

"I mean, I didn't think so? If she has something, then you know where to go. I told you the golden rule: don't fuck with people, and they won't with you. About all you need to know really. That, and you got that," you nod to her weapon, "so you should be ok."

"'Should'?"

You sigh, running a hand on your face. You feel off, "yeah. I mean, I know you said about your vault and all, but that life is too good for someone like me."

"That's not true," she says, hurt on your behalf.

You hold a hand up, "look, we'll talk after, ok? You just go in first, see if she knows anything, then go from there, ok?"

She nods, mood dampened a little. She goes in; you sit in a chair, coughing a few times as you do. You don't know if it's the heat, or what, but something is dragging you down. You just hope it's not this infection. That would be an embarrassing way to go.

Time ticks by, before she leaves, face looking depressed.

"What happened?" you ask. But you don't get an answer, instead, she pauses, looking to a man with glasses.

He warns her about going back to her vault. That it isn't safe here. You chuckle, a dry one but still, he's hit the nail on the head.

He then surprises you both, he tells her facts about her vault: their primary crop is corn; there is a telesonic projector in your farm; it loops images of the Nebraskan countryside; meritocracy - whatever that means - something about the right thing apparently.

You miss the rest, and jolt at a hand on your shoulder. It's Lucy, who is looking at you in concern. She says something, looks away from you, but the voices overlap until -

"It's ok," Lucy says, softly. You look, and see the man she was talking to, a doctor - round glasses, a kind smile on his aged face, "he's a doctor."

"I don't have many - or any tools," he says, looking apologetic.

You wave him off, "not like I have many - or any caps."

He chuckles, leaning down a bit to look at you, "I think, in your condition, I can make an exception," you chuckle a bit this time - it instantly goes into a cough, "let's have a look at you," he reaches out, and you recoil, "to help, I will need to touch."

You seem to forget Lucy had previously held your hand and you had felt nothing of it, but you flinch when even she touches you and puts a hand on your knee.

"Y/N, this is the only way to help you," she insists, "you helped me get here. And, to be honest, I don't really want to leave you in this condition."

You look at her pleading eyes. She's only known you for an hour, tops, and yet she wants the genuine best for you.

You've been looked at like that before, it didn't end well. Friendships never did.

Still, you find yourself nodding. The doctor is gentle with his touch, looking at your scratches.

"I believe it is this one," he says, gesturing to one on your torn trousers being exposed to everything.

"Someone urinated on it," Lucy says.

The doctor looks to you, you confirm it, "ah, then this is what may of caused the infection. Either that, or general exposure to wasteland itself. How long have you had this wound?"

"I honestly do not know."

The doctor nods, stands, and readjusts his glasses, "I will try find you a Stimpack inside, and see if that helps your pain."

The woman from inside the shop comes out, and helps the doctor 'Wilzig' inside. Lucy helps you up. However, before anything else can happen, a Ghoul stands up, calling out to him.

Wilzig's leg is blown off. There's a tense moment, before bullets start flying. A stray bullet catches you on the shoulder. You stumble into the store. You look for a weapon, anything to help keep yourself and Lucy alive as the gunshots keep flying.

"Y/N. Y/N!" Lucy says, making sure not to touch you, but close enough to catch you if you fall, "you can't fight like this! You need to hide!"

"I ain't hiding!" you say, memories of a previous failure flashing in your mind, "not with that monster outside."

"I'll deal with him."

"With that little piss shooter?!" you snap, adrenaline pushing you at this point. A couple more coughs leave you.

"Look, you can't help like this, ok?" she says, taking her weapon out. And, despite your own circumstances, you can see clearly that it's drugs loaded into the thing - it'll do nothing here, "I will solve this as peacefully as I can, ok."

"That really ain't a good idea -"

"Trust me, Y/N. Ok? Golden rule. I have mine and you have yours. Right now, I'm gonna use mine, but if it goes bad, I'll use yours and this."

You can't even stop her as she goes outside.

The Ghoul seems almost annoyed at this whole thing. But, before he can shoot Lucy, a Brotherhood member appears in a suit, and blocks shots aimed for Lucy as they both come through the wall.

With the distraction, you take your moment. You don't have a gone, but you may as well...help. The good doctor helped you after all.

With Lucy and the shop owner's help, you pull Wilzig inside. They sit him down on a seat, as your wounds get to you. You stumble.

Lucy, in an instant, catches you and puts you on your own seat.

"Holy moly," Lucy says, looking at your bleeding shoulder, "that is in deep.

"I know," you say, trying to find something to pull it out with. The shop owner seems to know this, and pushes a knife towards you. You take it, and take a few steadying breaths.

Your hand shakes, adrenaline not helping you here at all. You're scared too. Have whatever the hell is wrong with you plus your fear. Not a great combo.

Lucy, attempting to ignore the Wilzig having a robotic foot being shoved into him, looks at you and approaches you.

"Here," she says, taking your hand and taking the knife, "let me."

"You even know what you're doing?"

She shrugs, "steadier hand, somehow," she quips, holding out her hand and comparing it to yours, "and, no time like the present."

You suppose you have like no options, so you just nod.

"You wanna know my golden rule?" she asks, trying to distract you as she psyches herself up. You make a noise she assumes is 'ok' and continues, "'Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.'" she says, "you helped me, I'll help you. That is how we rebuild."

"The hell you jump from me to rebui--" you are cut off when Lucy jabs the knife into your shoulder. A burning white flash hits your vision. You hear a plethora of 'sorry!' leave her, but you finally the pain start to fade a small bit when you feel the knife be removed along with the bullet casing.

"Done! Done!" Lucy says. You try and focus your breathing and mind, trying to escape the pain.

You feel a glass of something be put in your hand. You down it. You feel the burn of some alcoholic drink.

"Now," the shopkeeper says," that should keep your friend going for a little bit. At least, until they find a Stimpack. I'm sure you'll find one on your way to Moldaver. You feel her pat you - you don't flinch, too focused on being in the present and not spinning, "you alright, kid?"

You give a thumbs up.

She gives you another pat. You open your eyes. You don't feel amazing. But, you don't feel as worse, so in this world that's positively amazing.

"I'll sneak you three out back," the shopkeeper says.

She keeps her word. Once again, something rare here.

Lucy, yourself, and Wilzig walk through the wasteland. Lucy keeps checking her pip boy every so often.

He passes away, and Lucy looks to the blade she has been given. It startles her when it activates.

You come to a rest, and your day gets even better:

Wilzig has taken a cyanide pill, and you need to decapitate him to keep going and have something to give Moldaver.

"Okey dokey, Luce," she says to herself, "you can do this. You can do this. Just...think of it as a massive knife that...moves, and you'll be -"

It activates again and she drops it. She doesn't reach it first, however, you do.

"Look away, is all I'll say."

"No, Y/N. No, you don't have to do this --"

"'Do unto others', right?" You nod, preparing yourself for the grim task, "I got this, ok? Just, look away, please? It'll get real messy."

She stutters a few times; seemingly wanting to persist, thank you, and object all in one go. But, she turns around. You look back at the body.

"Here we go..." you tell yourself, before activating the blade.

Guess you're in this now...fully.

Part 3

[rosielou94]

Motel Room Candles - Hank Loza x Reader: NSFW

A/N: My first piece of writing in nearly 8 months! Feels good to be back. This is a self-indulgent piece where the reader is Marcus Alvarez's daughter. I have a few ideas already for where i'd like this to go. More to follow soon!

Summary: You and Hank meet for candlelit fun in a motel room

Warnings: age gap (reader is late 20's, Hank is late 40's), unprotected sex. Minors DNI

Hank had never felt pleasure like this before. Every nerve ending was on fire, screaming for more, begging to feel your touch. The cheap, scratchy motel sheets were a harsh comparison to the velvet softness of your skin, the smell of your perfume and body cream enveloping him in a blissful haze of vanilla and sandalwood.

Your thighs gripped him either side as you rode him – deep, slow, purposeful movements that made him moan for more. “You’re so needy, Hank,” you teased, breathless as you leaned down to kiss him. He groaned against your lips, drunk on the taste of you. “What are you doing to me, querida?” he gasped, arching his back as you braced your hands on the cheap, worn out headboard so you could take him even deeper. “Only good things, I hope.” You smiled as you felt him shiver with pleasure beneath you, marvelling at how pussy drunk this bear of a man was.

Hank’s hands trailed across your body, desperate to touch you, to feel every single inch of you. He pinched your pert nipples between his thumb and forefinger, relishing in the sound that escaped your lips. He had no idea how the hell he’d gotten so lucky. Your skin glowed in the light of the candles he purchased earlier in the day, the flames reflected in your eyes. He knew that a motel wasn’t the most romantic of places and hoped a few candles would make the space more inviting. He hasn’t known which scent you liked best and he panicked, ending up leaving the store $200 lighter and 20 candles heavier. They all burned around the room now, the soft light making you look so goddamn beautiful.

He could feel you getting closer; the way you clenched around his cock told him you’d soon reach your peak. He’d grown to know your body well over the last few weeks, learnt what turned you on. Your breath quickened, your hands gripping the headboard so tight your knucles turned white. Hank began lightly tracing circles on your clit, a moan escaping him as he watched your eyes close and mouth slowly open. You were so nearly there, and Hank wouldn’t last much longer.

His increased the pressure on your clit ever so slightly, your thighs beginning to shake around him. “That’s it, querida, let go,” he whispered, “I want to feel you cum.” His words were your undoing, sending you blissfully over the edge. You cried out, sinking into Hank’s large frame, your whole body shaking with pleasure. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in close as his hot seed spilled inside you, filling you to the brim and leaking down your thighs.

Carefully, as if you were made of glass, he rolled you onto your back, pulling the covers over you so you didn’t get cold. You smiled at the loving gesture, pulling him close so you could rest your head on his broad expasive chest. “I like the candles,” you said, “they’re a nice touch. Quite a lot of them though.” You took in the various sized pots, with scents ranging from Fresh Linen to Pine and Eucaluptus. You’d never envisioned Hank as a man who regularly purchased candles, and you smiled as you thought of him buying them.

“I wanted to make the room feel a little…” he paused, trying to think of the right words. “You wanted to make the room feel a little less like a cheap motel?” You suggested, kissing him so he knew you were only playing. “Something like that,” he smiled, his thumb tracing the outline of your lips and the curve of your jaw. “I wish I could give you more.” He hated that you had to meet like this, in cheap motels on the outskirts of Santo Padre, far away from prying eyes. With his mother at home, and your apartment coming with its own nosey housemate, this was your only option.

He wished he could tell people about you, he wanted to scream his love for you from the rooftops. But you were forbidden, the daughter of El Padrino, and Hank knew his life wouldn’t be worth living if the two of you were ever caught. For now, he could handle the secret motel meets, the late night phone calls, the stolen kisses outside the Club House when he knew you two were alone. But, as your fingers traced the tattoos on his chest, your lips following suit, Hank wondered how much longer he could last keeping you a secret.

[yncel]

ENTRY 01

Sigh, I don't even know where to begin with this one.. here goes nothing.

So as it turns out, whenever you feel as though life can't get any worse.. I promise you, it surely can and will. If there's anything that I've learnt in the past week, it would be that my life has just thrown another curveball at me and now not only am I worn out, heartbroken and exhausted, I am also.. riddled with fear. And this journal is to document what I'm going through lest something bad happens to me.

Alot has happened in the past month. I gathered up the courage to FINALLY leave hoon Sunghoon, my now ex-boyfriend, and our incredibly toxic relationship after I found explicit text messages he'd send to his co-worker. I didn't confront him about it because I knew he'd somehow find a way to pin the blame on me and wouldn't let me leave. And so I fled. To another city.

I sighed a breath of relief during the 8 hour drive to Busan, knowing that I wouldn't have to deal with him anymore. I had blocked him everywhere whilst also strictly instructing my friends and family to not tell him about my whereabouts. It finally dawned on me that I had been wasting my time and my youth on this snake of a man.

And so I started integrating back into society, making new friends, going out and having fun. Things he'd never let me do and beat me out of doing. I was finally LIVING... but that didn't last too long. It was just the calm before the storm.

I should've known. I should've known as a person who always had an eye on her at all times, to finally find freedom out of nowhere so easily.. it had to have been a spoof. Like a rabbit who so conveniently finds a carrot tied to a stick.

It started with the roses. Found them leaning on my apartment door when I came back home one evening. Thought they were meant for someone else at first but upon closer inspection, the glistening metal reflecting the hallway light couldn't be mistaken for something else. My promise ring that I had left on his dining table, neatly tucked in between the red.

I knew it was over then and there, the sporadic beating of my heart felt as though it would explode any second. But I don't want to give up, I had just tasted freedom in 4 years and I can't imagine myself going back to that hellhole. Even if I did, who is to say that he will not just kill me?? I've known him for so long, it wouldn't be uncharacteristic of him to hurt me out of his rage. He's already done it so many times, who's to say that this will be any different? And I know this time I've made him more angry than he's ever been in his entire life. And if I'm going to get hurt anyway, I'd rather put up a fight.

I contacted the police and they didn't make anything out of it but needless to say, I wasn't surprised. I asked my friends if they had ratted me out to him and they vehemently denied it. I deleted all of my socials and changed my phone number. I've changed the way I dress and I'm starting to avoid going out unless it's absolutely necessary. I don't know how long I can survive like this, especially since this hasn't deterred sunghoon in the slightest.

I see him everywhere and I just have to pretend that I don't. The car behind me in the drive through. The person standing in the middle of the park lot. The hooded figure that bumped into me in the seven eleven. I sometimes catch a whiff of his scent in the corridors as if he's just been there. He's playing with me like a predatory cat upon a mouse and I'm totally helpless.

The ticking of the clock reminds me of his lack of patience. How long until he stops finding this entertaining and decides to just pounce? It's no longer a matter of "if" but of "when" and when he does, I want you to know that I didn't just dissappear. And I want to make sure that he won't be able to hurt any other person the way he did me.

I've started to count down the days.

[animeomegas]

AHH CONGRATULATIONS ON 4K YOU DESERVE EVERYTHING AND EVEN MOREE, IN SO EXITED RN🥳🎉🌟❤️Okay, now with the request (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠): Itachi and Alpha when they're secret lovers but not really, they're not lovers but they shared a kiss once and neither of them can get it out of their head, they're not lovers but they can't help but caress each other when they find themselves alone, they're not lovers but they stare at each other when they're in the same room. (1)🌒

They didn't say anything, they knew even sharing a kiss was "wrong" for people like them, it was completely their parents idea, and when they got the news that should've broken them, they can't help but feel happy about it. Now their parents think that it is time for a soon to be wed couple to spend a little time alone, no.4- walk in the gardens.-🌒(2)

Thank you so much!!!!! I'd be honoured to fill your request, moon anon <33 I hoe you enjoy!

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ITACHI + CRUSHES + A WALK IN THE GARDENS

"I-"

"I-"

Both of you started and stopped talking at the same time.

"Sorry, go ahead."

"No, please, you first."

"No, I insist."

Both of you remained silent for a moment, the bird song becoming louder in the gap. The garden was in full bloom and the weather was fair, and you were excited to show it to your new fiancé.

"Itachi," you said, deciding to just go ahead and say what you were going to say. "I'm... very glad that you are the one with me."

Itachi's breath caught ever so slightly and stumbled in his step. You also stopped walking in order to support him. Now you were stationary, you couldn't help but cup his face gently. You'd found yourself in this position more times than you can count, but you had only kissed twice, and never taken it further than that.

"I feel the same way," Itachi said softly, his eyes flickering down to your lips. "I have never dared to hope to be married to someone like you."

"But you have dreamt of it?"

"Yes," he breathed like he was sharing a secret. "I have dreamt of it. Of you."

Oh, the things he was doing to you. He was your weakness and your strength, and by the end of the week, you would be bound to him forever. Nothing excited you more.

"I want to kiss you," Itachi admitted.

You wanted to kiss him, too. But the gardens were public, this part of them especially open.

"Let me show you the alcove behind the long gallery," you said, pulling away. Itachi looked disappointed. "I think you will find it... exhilarating."

His disappointment melted into understanding and beautiful shade of red coloured his ears.

You and Itachi made small talk as you walked. Itachi had never seen most of the gardens, his visits to the palace being mostly confined to parties inside.

You learnt that he liked dahlias, and also managed to coax out his opinion that roses were overrated. You committed both of the facts into your memory.

"Here," you said, furtively looking around for any nosy onlookers. You were alone. "This is one of my favourite places in the gardens."

Tall trees surrounded the area and the path was small and easily missed. The the middle of the small clearly, a covered veranda sat, with only a bench and side table inside.

"It's quiet," Itachi said, looking around.

"It is," you agreed. "Which makes it the perfect place to do things that you'd rather other people not see."

Itachi turned to you, his hair blowing lightly in the breeze. He was so stunning.

You cupped his face once more, and he nuzzled his face into your hands.

"May I kiss you?" you asked quietly, not wanting to ruin the moment.

"Yes, please," Itachi breathed back, closing his eyes. His lips were quivering in anticipation and you were sure yours were in the same state.

"To forever," you whispered before you finally pressed your lips against his.

[nephilimarecool]

Concert

Jack Kline X Reader

Warnings: none

I've never written a X female teen reader before so point out any mistakes but give me a bit of slack. I'd love comments and re-blogs also requests are open but NO smut.

Y/F/B = Your Favorite Band

Y/N = Your Name

F/B = Favorite Book

"I'm going out!" You called across the bunker, Dean, Cass, Sam and Jack were sitting in the library studying lore.

"Where?" Dean questioned, you were Jack's girlfriend not his daughter but he still acted like it.

"Out." You responded vaguely, you were actually going to a concert. It didn't take place till about 10 pm though and it was only 6 pm so you figured you'd explore Kansas a bit.

"Like hell!" Honestly Dean was way overprotective. You sighed, you were going tonight no matter what. It was Y/F/B and you were going to see them.

"Dean she is 18." Cas tried knowing how bad you needed to leave the bunker. You'd been cooped up for weeks now since he wouldn't let you hunt. Honestly it was stupid, you were on your first hunt when you met them for crying out loud.

"Too bad Cas." Dean quipped. You groaned.

"I've been cooped up for months! I need this Dean!" Dean gave you his resting bitch face. Sam seemed to be pointedly staying out of the argument.

"Too bad sweetheart." You groaned but knew there was no arguing with Dean when he was in this mood. You decided you wait and sneak out later.

"Fine!" You growled. Everyone looked at you shocked, it was unlike you too give up so easily.

"Fine?" Dean asked.

"Fine." You repeated you could see Cas trying to see if your ok or if something else is going on. You found a chair and sat down with your favorite book.

"What are you reading Y/N?" Jack stuck his head over you shoulder. You smiled, the Nephilim always managed to make you smile.

"I'm reading F/B." placing you book down you stood up and kissed Jack's cheek. "You want a Coke?" The Nephilim shrugged.

"Never really tried one." He admitted sheepishly. You just chuckled and handed Jack one of the bright, scarlet-red cans. He cracked his open easily but you struggled, your hands shaking slightly from nerves because of what your gonna do later. Seeing this Jack took the can and opened it for you. "Thanks Jack." You said.

"Of course Darling." Damn that boy was so sweet.

"Want to listen to some music and read a book?" You suggested smiling at your boyfriend. "I'm pretty sure you'd like Percy Jackson, there's a copy in my bag." You simply enjoyed spending time with Jack, he never judged you.

"Sure." He agree softly. You nodded and went to grab the book from your room.

"Is she ok?" Cas asked Jack confused why you were acting so strange.

"I believe so. Yes. Just sad." Jack replied just as you walked in with your phone and Percy Jackson: The Lightning Thief.

Later on that night you were sleeping in you room which was right next to Jack's. It was about 9pm and you knew you'd need time to walk there. Sighing you kept to the shadows and slipped out the front door of the bunker. You made it about 200 meters before you heard a voice behind you.

"Why'd you leave the bunker? What are doing? Can I join you?" You let out the breath you were holding, it was only Jack. You silently laughed at yourself, you were scared by Jack of all people.

"I'm going to a concert, the same band we were listening to on my phone. Dean wouldn't let me leave so I snuck out. Sure you join me Jack, it's after dark and what better company then a Nephilim." You smiled and grabbed Jack's hand pulling him with you.

"Where is it? I can just fly us there." You were going to walk but he seemed so proud, you knew he'd only recently learnt how to teleport more than just himself.

"Sure. It's about 2 miles that way." You pointed to the road and Jack nodded. Jack nodded and pulled you too him, next thing you knew you were slightly green and the two of you were just out side the concert.

Knowing he'd never been to a concert before you began explaining things to Jack. You pointed to a booth on your left, "That's were you by tickets." As we walked over you pointed to the stage, "that's where the singers are, I like sitting further back as it gets loud."

You walked to the cashier. "Tickets for 2 please." He nodded.

You handed the man $200, ticket plus tip. "Why did you give them extra money?" Jack asked, you should've known he wouldn't know what tipping is.

"It's called tipping, they take the extra money for themselves. Some jobs don't pay very well Jack." You did your best to explain but obviously didn't get your point across quite right.

After the concert you glanced at Jack "Did you have fun?" you asked curious. He was beaming from ear to ear.

"Very much, thankyou." Jack replied obvious joy in his voice. "I'll take us home now." You nodded my smile just as large. Taking Jack's hand you were suddenly back in the bunker, it didn't effect you as much as earlier.

After a few seconds you realized the lights were on.

"Balls!" You grumbled. You should've known this'd happen as it was as it was about 2am.

"Y/N!" Dean came into the library fuming. You glanced at Jack. "Jack?" He asked almost disbelieving he was in on this.

You and Jack looked at each other. "Uh oh." You murmured in unison.

"Run." You whispered, Jack nodded and you took off in opposite directions.

"You have got to be kidding!" you heard Dean yell, let's just say you didn't dare stop.

Masterlist

@graceloveswolves

[wikipedie]

Important Note: due to conversations with other fans and the fact that OP changed their mind after finishing the show, the original order has changed. Please see the replies for more details, as these lovely people have left pertinent arguments.

Okay, The Mentalist lovers, for the purpose of better understanding the characters, I wanna figure out their love languages. So far I've only tried to figure out for Jane and Lisbon. This post will be about them, but I will try to make separate posts for the rest of the characters as well.

Ok so the love languages are: Quality Time, Physical Touch, Words of Affirmation, Acts of Service and Gifts.

We can consider both how they like to receive love and how they like to offer it, as I think it can be different sometimes. Most people consider that what you like to offer is what you like to receive but I don't think it's true (for example, speaking for me, offering gifts is much higher on the hierarchy than receiving gifts)

For offering love, I have made the list considering which ones they resort to express love. For receiving, I have thought about which ones make them feel most loved.

Teresa Lisbon

Offer: Definitely Acts of Service. It's probably what she learnt as the oldest sister (and it's a common one for Oldest Sisters) after her mum died (and especially after her father died) and had to take care of everyone. It's apparent in her relationships with everyone. She is willing to help Jane multiple times barely knowing what he's thinking, she offers help and advice to others whenever she's asked and has the constant vibe of "I'll take care of you."

Receive: Maybe controversial take but...Physical Touch. I know she's not exactly a hugger, but I have had people in my life who seemed cold and distant and didn't offer a lot of Physical Touch...but it was precisely because Physical Touch was so important to them. It was their number one Love Language and you'd have never guessed at first but then it made sense. And I think it's the same for Lisbon. She always offers comfort physically when someone is unwell and she longs to be physically close to them when she's worried about them. (I am thinking about that scene with Grace when she got shot and Lisbon told her "Never worry me like this again", standing so close to her. I am also thinking about the scene where Hightower hugs her and I think Physical Touch could be Hightower's top love language as well.)

Observations: She definitely loves gifts as well, she reacts positively to receiving gifts from the team, as seen in the casino episode when Jane buys her jewelry (even if she returns it), as well as her birthday episode. And I would say that the last one is Words of Affirmations. (she doesn't seem to take compliments seriously, ever. Not when superiors do it, not when Jane does it, not when Walter Mashburn did it or when Grace read that article about her in season 2). And she doesn't like to bring attention to herself or her achievements. Honestly she looks like she had to train herself to react with "Thank you", when she receives lovely feedback or compliments. (maybe that could be a fic hmm). I am not sure about the other remaining two, I feel like they could go either way, but I'd put AoS before QT simply because she offers love like that. Also I think she's the type of person who would feel love fiercely even if she doesn't have a lot of Quality Time with that person.

As for offering love order, I don't have a lot to offer as argument, only that I have thought which ones seem to appear more frequently (and make sense for the characters). As such, Lisbon offers a lot of encouraging words and advice, and resorts to Physical Touch in special moments. We don't see her engaging in much quality time with others. While she offers gifts, it's not among her first ways of showing love and care (as opposed to Jane).

Finally - Personal opinion on the order of offering love: Acts of Service, Words of Affirmation, Physical Touch, Quality Time, Gifts

Finally - Personal opinion on the order of receiving love: Physical Touch, Gifts, Acts of Service, Quality Time, Words of Affirmation.

Patrick Jane

Offer: Edit: There is no doubt after finishing the show that his top offering love language is Gifts. It was hard to see previous to Season 6, as he does not do it very often, but there are signs even in S5 and earlier. (ex: the jewelry and watches in the casino episode, the strawberries he buys for the team as an apology...sometime in S1-2, the gifts he gets the team in the Dinosaurs episode in S5) And after those two years, there are indeed the gifts he buys for the new team to get in their good graces and the things he likes to offer Lisbon. He enjoys getting things for the people he loves and knowing he's right. (when he buys Lisbon the wedding ring and doesn't want her to come, because he'll know what to get and he'll enjoy surprising her). If he cannot offer gifts (or is not particularly close to people), he offers Words of Affirmation, which is why perhaps I was tricked at first into thinking that was his main love language. But I stand corrected.

Receive: This one is rather difficult. I am quite sure that Words of Affirmations is pretty high on the list (due to how shy but proud he gets when Lisbon compliments him on something, but then again it could be a praise kink as well lol); however, I am not sure if it is the top love language for him. But if Words of Affirmation weren't his top receiving love language, then my bet would be on Quality Time.

And I don't have a lot to offer to back up my argument except that he is a man that enjoys life (time) and enjoys having a good time. At least at the beginning of the show, he is the type of man that would postpone an investigation to sit on the beach and build sand castles, that would go to a casino with the purpose of learning about the investigation and who generally inserts himself as much as possible in order to be able to figure it out. He is making tea constantly for himself (not that it's much of an argument but the point is that he's making his life pleasant where he can). Up until season 5, he spends most of his time in the bullpen, on the couch, where he can be with everyone. He loves being in a space where everyone is just existing and doing their thing (him reading or napping while they're talking or working for example). And I think that him being more cooped up in the attic in season 5 is actually a good point for it. When his hunt and obsession for Red John are at their highest, he is at his lowest (particularly emotionally). So he is even more withdrawn, feels disconnected. And while all of the love languages are more muted in this season, I think the fact that he has less quality time both with the people in his life, and with life in general are the biggest red flag that something is amiss. (he doesn't even sit long enough to watch the film properly when he meets up with Stiles.) Additionally, I can think of other moments in previous seasons where he'd just wanted his people's company (sharing an ice cream with Lisbon, going to drinks with the team, etc.). Overall, he gives me the impression that you'd destroy the man emotionally if you just told him "I just want to spend time with you." (or if Lisbon told him that) - especially since he's probably a bit used to be considered annoying and unwanted.

Edit: Indeed, I will remain of my opinion that his top Receiving love language is Quality Time. The most important thing to Jane is to spend time with the people whom he loves - particularly Lisbon. Indeed that receiving gifts is much higher on the list than previously stated (he really appreciates them and he's always blown away when he receives something from Lisbon, but he does not expect them and it seems that he does not want to receive gifts on his birthday).

However, I like to back up my arguments, so I will present my reasoning backed up by some evidence. First we have the letter that he sent her while he was away: "I've been meaning to apologise for leaving you on the beach that night. You being absent is the one thing that made this new chapter strange and sad."

Secondly we have the love confession. As some people have pointed out already, what really bothered Jane was not that Lisbon was dating Pike ('What matters the most to me is that you're happy'), but that he would not get to see her every day anymore, that she would go away. And perhaps that she would go without knowing how he felt about her.

Thirdly, there's little things, such as changing the reservations for their weekend getaway, and preferring their wedding to be a very small affair, just a thing shared between them two. (even if he makes concessions for the family and close friends)

Observations: After finishing the show, I can say that Physical Touch is much lower on the scale of love languages for Jane. He doesn't really touch people a lot, except when he has a reason (including Lisbon. You can notice in the above statement, that he is telling her that he wants to spend time with her, but still holds his hands intertwined to himself. Nothing wrong with that, of course, but if Physical Touch was important to him, he would be more open - see Lisbon's posture.) I would say Acts of Service is the last one, still, because he still has a lot of trouble accepting help, and prefers to do things by himself.

Finally - Personal opinion on the order of offering love: Gifts, Words of Affirmation, Quality Time, Acts of Service, Physical Touch.

Finally - Personal opinion on the order of receiving love: Quality Time, Gifts, Words of Affirmation, Physical Touch, Acts of Service.

[galactic-pirates]

Belle's new baking hobby is halted when she runs out of a special ingredient and accidentally doses her sweets with a potion that the two of them end up ingesting.

                    Cupcakes and Magical Mishaps by @idesignedthefjords

[actually-reid]

hands

pairing: spencer reid x reader

summary: Reid’s hands are distracting okay

a/n: i wrote this in like two hours and was meant to be a blurb but i got carried away. it’s probably not proof read properly so sorry, i’m just posting this before i decide i hate it too much 

He was always fidgeting.

It could be a jogging leg or pacing but it was usually his hands, more specifically his fingers. He'd always catch my attention drumming his fingers on top of a table, rubbing a knuckle up and down his jawline or even just rubbing his palms together fingers intertwined. When I'd first joined the team it was just a character quirk, something he did that made him him. The rest of the team didn't mention it as there was no reason to, but recently it had started to become a distraction for me.

A suggestive comment was all it took. And a meme.

We're in the bullpen doing paperwork late and he's lounging on his desk chair in a position I have no idea how is comfortable. His face is puzzled with his nose scrunched. "I don't understand this meme."

"I get that Garcia is trying to educate you but she should at least attach explanations." I sigh. "Let's see it." I say, pushing my chair towards his desk which is next to mine.

"The caption clearly mentions a necklace, but there just isn't one in the picture." Reid explains, before showing me a picture of a cute couple and the joke clicks in my head.

"The joke is that she wants his hands as a necklace, Reid - that she likes being choked." I grin. It's a stupid joke but it still makes me smile to see Reid fully understand the joke. I really needed to talk to Garcia about what she was sending him.

"Oh." Is all he lets out which is pretty much what I was expecting.

"Yeah." I pat him on the shoulder before starting to head off and make some more coffee for both of us, picking up our empty mugs.

"Do you think my hands would make a good necklace?"

I'm only a few feet from his desk when he asks and the words make me nearly drop the damn mugs. Since when did Reid make jokes like that? I stop dead in my tracks before turning back around to face him slowly, my face probably a mix of confusion and amusement. I'm blinking in disbelief and intuition says that his reaction will probably be a nervous one and this'll just become something we both forget he said but that isn't what happens at all. Instead, he shrugs. Unbothered, he goes back to work.

Gobsmacked, I continue my trek to the coffee station and try to convince myself that I heard him right. I make the coffee on autopilot and that's honestly where it starts. I'm stupid enough to actually start thinking of an answer to his question.

With long fingers and prominent veins when he's stressed - I'm inclined to say yes. Although, I'd never give him the satisfaction of knowing that. At least willingly.

I don't know if after that it's my subconscious noticing things I'm looking for or if he does it more frequently just to mess with me but from then on it becomes something that can steal my focus far too easily.

I can't even tell you what brings my breaking point around. We're away on a case somewhere stuck in the police precinct. The day is hot and humid and he's wearing just a shirt and tie, his sweater vest and jacket neatly folded on his chair out of the way. I'm fanning myself with a spare case file when he starts to fold his shirt sleeves above his elbow and I realise it's probably the first time I've seen his arms properly. If I was honest with myself, I'd always thought his physique was skinny with no muscles in sight. I learnt that day that I had been kind of wrong about that, my eyes catching sight of his biceps as he stood and leant over a case file on the table in front of him. He wasn't anywhere near ripped but his arms were toned and just filled a lot more than I thought they would be.

It didn't help that it was just us in the room. I cross my legs and open a file, but the words just sit there on the page and my brain makes no effort to read them. It's too hot and he's just stood there.

"You haven't read a single word, have you?" He asks, his eyes still focused on his file.

"Nope." I say, popping the p. I don't want to give him the satisfaction of knowing he's the thing distracting me so I come up with an excuse to clear my head. "I'm going to go change, I can't think in this heat." I get up, grabbing my spare clothes out of my bag.

He looks up at me as I reenter the room and I watch him swallow hard as he takes in my new top: a cami just thick enough to hide my bra, a drastic contract to my usual blouses. His gaze switches back to the file in front of him and as I settle back down into my seat and I realise it's my turn to ask him.

"You haven't read a single word, have you?"

His posture stiffens at that. He doesn't say anything for a moment and I can practically hear his brain ticking over. I honestly think I've won this round, until his index finger starts drawing circles into the wood of the table. That's really all it takes for him to redirect my attention to his hands, his arms, him.

The worst thing is that I look up from his hands and see him looking right at me and the look on his face tells me that he knows exactly what it does to me, that he's known ever since we looked at that stupid meme. I feel a kind of annoyance in my stomach at being caught and I know that I have to wipe that stupid smug grin off of his face.

I stand so quickly, all his movement stops instantaneously and I can tell for a moment he's actually scared he's pissed me off. I storm towards him and grab his wrist and I drag him from the room. I'm not holding him particularly tightly, he could escape my grip whenever he wanted but apart from a questioning murmur of my name he makes no obvious protest.

There's a storage cupboard for stationary I spotted when we first arrived at the station and it's just big enough for the two of us. I shove him in and walk in after him before shutting the door after me. This room is certainly no solution for the heat problem and being packed in such a small space with another human being makes it feel like we're on the surface of the sun.

There's a brief moment where neither of us say or do anything. I'm trying to get the words right in my head to solve whatever tension we have but it's so hot and he's so close I can't think straight.

Which is probably why he seems to shake his head and whisper, "Screw it," before his hands dig into the roots of my hair and his lips meet mine. His mouth his hot on mine as if I wasn't already hot enough but the sensation of his hands and my bottom lip in his teeth is nearly enough to make me forget about it. My hands go to the back of his neck without hesitation and my fingers weave themselves into his curls. Experimentally, I tug lightly with one hand.

His reaction is almost feral and if I hadn't managed to swallow whatever sound he made I would have guessed it was a growl. Pleased with this information, I can't help but grin against him. However, just as I wanted to wipe the smile off of his face earlier he seems to want the same as one of his hands slides down from my hair to the front of my neck and he squeezes.

Luckily, a notification sound from Reid's and my phone simultaneously distracts him from my sharp intake of breath. We're both panting as we break apart, his forehead resting on mine as we both dig out our phones.

"I'm going to kill Morgan." He breathes and I laugh. It's a text from Morgan asking where we've disappeared to and that Prentiss and him are waiting in the conference room for us.

"What are we going to say?" I ask, carding my fingers through my hair where Reid's hands were.

"Needed a new whiteboard marker?" He suggests and I can't help but roll my eyes.

"Sure." I say sarcastically. "We totally both needed to leave to get one whiteboard marker."

"They're profilers - we're screwed anyway." He argues and I can't help but agree.

"Come on, the longer we take the more suspicious it'll be."

"Yeah, I'll join you in a minute." He says cautiously and that's when I notice he's trying to rearrange his trousers.

I mouth a silent, "Sorry!" to him before trying to cover my smile with my hand. I open the door and step outside.

"A camisole?" He questions right before I leave.

"It worked, didn't it?"

"You literally dragged me into a supply closet!" He whines.

I shrug happily with a smirk before starting to head back to the conference room. My only problem now was getting the permanent grin off my face before facing my colleagues.

[isabunbun]

Tags (Bucky Barnes Imagine)

Summary: You were The Winter Soldier's mission that he didn't want to finish. But someone else did.

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader x The Winter Soldier

Warnings: Hard Angst, Mention's of D3ath.

Disclaimer! This is like a mix of Winter Soldier and Bucky Barnes ff, i think of them as two different people so yeah (i mean obviously they are) . Idk how that works out here. But they're both in on this story.

☆☆☆

Risk.

It's all there is in your situation.

But you have trust. in him that is.

It's been officially 5 months after he took you and hid you away from HYDRA.

You were his mission that he didn't finish. And so HYDRA is out to hunt you both.

Let's just say you've captured his whole self.

It all began when he first met you and was out to finish you off, but he didn't know what went through him.

Seeing you, not even bothering to fight for your life, just telling him to 'finish you off', took a toll on him.

And that's how it ended with you guys. Him taking you into hiding, taking care of you and without knowing, falling in love with you.

The Winter Soldier. In love with you. or maybe, it was really Bucky all along.

In those 5 months with him, you've learnt a lot of things about him.

And how you feel bad about what happened to him.

All you wanted was to run away with him.

And that's what you both planned to do.

All the late night talks led to the plan where you both will go to Romania, and start off there.

Start fresh.

Until one day, coming back from the market with a worry some look on his face, he runs to you.

HYDRA had found him.

And is going to take him back.

They were right outside your hideout and he had to tell you something before heading off.

"I'm coming back for you. I'm sorry. But I promise you, with all my heart, I will come back for you."

He whispers as he holds both of your hands.

He fished something out of his pockets.

It was his military tags.

"Here. So you'd know i'd come back for you. I'll come back and we'll run away okay? Me and you. Our plan." he says as he puts the tags on your neck.

You hold the tags and look up to his eyes, lips forming a smile.

Tears in your eyes but you were holding a smile. You softly nod at him.

He hugs you so ever tightly.

"I love you. I'm sorry i didn't get to say it sooner. But it's a start yeah? No matter what, I'll come and find you. We'll go somewhere only we know. As long as we're both alive, we'll meet again."

"I love you, Bucky." you whisper genuinely into the hug.

And with that he left.

As much as you're happy to know he loved you back, you can't help but feel your heart break.

It hurt so bad that it made you feel sick to your gut.

It hurt so bad to know that you won't get to run away with him and live a happy life together. That your love for each other just wasn't enough. That you couldn't save him. Your love for each other that had just yet to start but can't be finished.

Why?

Because you knew you'll never get to see him again.

Because HYDRA actually found you before they found him.

And after getting him back, they were the ones to finish you off.

☆☆☆

One day.

That's how fast he managed to escape.

Just to be with you.

But seeing HYDRA already there where your hideout was before him, feared him.

The Winter Soldier in fear.

"Wondered why you just had to come back, Soldat." A HYDRA worker said.

Walking closer to The Winter Soldier, he grabs his hand and places something with the other.

"очень жаль." (too bad) he whispers.

The Winter Soldier looks down on his hand and felt his throat tighten up.

Mouth agape as he chocked on saliva.

Tears forming in his eyes.

Anger building up.

He looked to see his tags.

His now bloody tags.

And you were now gone.

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Hope you guys liked this one!! Despite it being angsty. I teared up while making this one. We can always work out another story, like perhaps the reader being alive or smthng? Tell me guys your thoughts, questions, anything please!! I don't continue/ give 2nd parts/ sequels to a story if no one asks for it ( •᷄ - •᷅ ) Thank You for reading!! ♡

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[echos-newlegs]

so i you didn’t specifically state that you write for wolffe but you said if we ask nicely you could be persuaded, so here is me asking nicely if you wouldn’t mind writing NSFW prompt 121 and 106 for wolffe🥺😫🙏🙏 thank you so much

Wolffe x Reader: "Are you sure that's what you want? I could really hurt you.", "Well, since you want to cum so badly, why don't we see how many times I can make you cum right now."

Warnings: Oral(F! Receiving), scratching, biting, bondage, blindfolds, choking, piv, wrap it before you tap it irl guys, Porn without plot and a superiority kink, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT OR I WILL PERSONALLY STEAL YOUR KNEES, thank you

Missed you, Cyare

He held you against the bed. Strong arms on either side of you as his lips assaulted your neck. Kissing and sucking, licking and biting. It was all enough to make your world go fuzzy.

"Missed you so much, Mesh'la." The moment he got home from his last mission he was on you like a wild dog. Which, was about an hour ago. The moment he stepped into the shared home and saw you standing in the kitchen with a muffin in your hand. The way you had both just stared at each other and then ran into each others arms. As if you hadn't seen one another almost a week ago. But hey, a week was a long time to be separated from someone that you love.

"I missed you so kriffing much," He continued. "Missed you too, Wolffe." You commented back, but he knew you missed him. Kriffs sake, you dropped your favorite muffin on the table to jump into his arms and were hardly upset when you learnt it fell onto the floor. Claiming you would just eat the one you stashed back for him. Which he didn't mind, he would give you anything of his if it meant your happiness.

"Wolffe," You gasped when he rutted against you. Legs wrapping around his waist with determination. Hoping to get another feel of the friction that he started. Which he initiated again. Both of you letting out small noises this time. Which only seemed to spur both of you on.

"Cyare, I never want to leave you again. I'd leave the order for you." That was a lot coming from Wolffe, and you knew it. You knew he wasn't joking, either, but the last thing you wanted was to have to run and hide all because he chose to commit an act of treason for you.

"Wolffe," You reached up to pull his face upwards. So he would look at you. "I don't want to be the reason we have to go into hiding. The war will end, and we'll be able to live the life we want." You told him. Watching his eyes wander your face. Lust and love taking over his features. Because dear maker, he loved you, like he loved no other.

His lips came crashing down onto yours. Groaning when your hand rushed up to tug at the hair on the back of his head. Which only spurred him forward. Giving him the jolt that he needed.

He started with your clothes first. Pulling them off of your body. Your shirt came first, then your pants. Thankful he was only in his blacks so his armor wouldn't be pinching and poking your skin like it had many times before.

His hands alone praised your body. Touching and squeezing as his eyes watched him. He felt like the luckiest man in the galaxy. Being able to map out your body like a constellation he only knew about. Maker, it was perfect. You were perfect.

"Wolffe," You plea caught his attention. A smirk plastered on his face.

"Yes, Cyar'ika?" He cooed, "What do you want?"

"I want you to hurry the hell up," You panted. You loved that he was taking his time to map out your body. You enjoyed it, even, but right now you needed him filling you up. You needed him pounding you into next week like he was oh so good at doing.

"That's no way to talk to your superiors," His hand was resting around your throat, merely to feel your pulse beneath his thumb. But it made your breath hitch. The excitement of it placed so delicately, even though he could easily squeeze the life from you in a heart beat. Though you knew he would never even dream of such a thing. He may be an absolute dick at times, but he would never hurt you.

"Wolffe, please," You begged, watching you squirm underneath him, but he could tell you wanted something else.

"What else do you want?" He brushed his nose against your ear. "Tell me," he commanded, biting your ear lobe, softly.

"Choke me," It shocked him. Two words he never expected you to say outside of a joke or a snide comment when the two of you got to bantering. Pulling away to study your face. His hand still resting on your throat.

"What?" He was astounded you would ask him to hurt you during an intimate moment like this. A moment that the two of you hardly got to share. A moment that Wolffe saw as the one thing that got him away from hurting others. Let alone hurting you.

"Wolffe, I know you would never hurt me on purpose," You assure him, to which he nodded in agreement. He wouldn't hurt you.

"But it's just something I want to try. If you don't want to we don't have to." You added. Leaning up to press a kiss on his lips, which he kissed back. He could never deny such a sweet gesture from you. Even if he was contemplating if this conversation was even worth it or not.

"Are you sure that's what you want?" You nodded at his question. Giving him a reassuring smile. "I could really hurt you." You pressed a kiss to his cheek this time. "Wolffe, I know you wouldn't go far enough to hurt me. I trust you." That was really all he needed, too.

He pressed you back down into the bed. Your hands working on unzipping him from the body suit that his his beautiful body from your wandering eyes. Wolffe helping you remove his blacks as he locked your lips with his. Snarling into the kiss when you nipped at his bottom lip. Which only made you giggle, while your tongues pressed and danced together. His eyes parting slightly when yours did. Giving you a look that screamed, 'Don't test me.'

His hands moved to cup your breasts. Humming when you moaned into his mouth. A sound he wished he could hear everyday of his life. Until the day he died. Though even then, he would want to continue to hear the little sounds you made. The laughs, and humming that was all for him.

He kneaded at the soft flesh, absolutely soaking in the feeling. It wasn't everyday that he got to feel something so soft.

Then his hands moved further. His mouth moving down with them to mouth at your chest, and then your stomach. Biting and sucking on the flesh. You knew you wouldn't be getting what you wanted until he got what he wanted.

He enjoyed marking your stomach and chest the most. Areas that only he could see. That he knew that only he could see.

Then he got down to your thighs. Leaving a bite on each, which he kissed over to try and sooth the stinging that the bite left. Even if he didn't break the skin, he could tell by your tensing that it still pinched. Though you enjoyed it, and you voiced it with your actions and noises.

He brought his mouth closer to where you needed him most. Your hands tangling in his hair. Causing a gruff noise to leave his lips. Hooking his fingers on your panties to bring them down. Pulling them off of your legs, then he got to work.

He mouthed over your clit. Watching you squirm, groaning when you moaned out his name. It sounded so heavenly coming from your lips. Glad that it was his name, and not someone else's.

He licked up your sex. Fingers pushing inside you. A low chuckle coming from his chest.

"So wet," He teased, watching you shoot a glare towards him, but you didn't dare say anything about it. Especially when he started sucking on your sensitive bud. It felt so good, you didn't want to test the waters and make him stop.

He kept pumping his fingers in and out of you. Licking and sucking. Until you were tugging his face as close to you as you could. The cord in your core ready to snap.

"Wolffe, oh kriff, I- mm- I'm suh'close-!" You squealed out as he continued with his work. He wasn't stopping until you were cumming on his face, which didn't take you too long.

You were panting hard, astounded by how well he could make you feel from just his mouth and his finger. It took you a moment to come down from your high. Looking down at him still resting between your thighs. Laying his cheek on the one like a pillow. Fingers running up and down the inner part of it. He was truly beautiful. Even if his hair was sticking out in every direction due to you tugging at it. Along with his face that was covered in a mix of your juices and his own saliva, but in a way it made him look even hotter than usual.

"What are you looking at, soldier?" You asked, growing a bit subconscious of your vulnerability. How you were completely naked, and had just came from his mouth. And he was still in his boxers and you hadn't even helped him, yet.

"Just how beautiful you are," He hummed. Moving so he was hovering over you again. Leaning down so his lips were ghosting over yours. "How perfect you are."

You felt a shudder run down your body when you felt him pressing against your thigh. He was still hard, probably throbbing, but he seemed so collected right now. Like he wanted to wait and cherish every moment of this. Something a lot of people wouldn't expect from Wolffe.

"Well," You let one hand rest on his chest. The other sliding down his stomach. Fingers ghosting over his length. Watching his eyes flutter shut, then open again to give you a sharp look. "Well," He repeated after you. Leaning back to sit on his calves. Looking you over once more. Pleased with how disheveled he made you look.

"Are you gonna finish what you started?" You asked with a teasing smirk. Nights with your lover never ended with just his mouth on you or your mouth on him. He needed to be inside you. Whether now, or later that day. He didn't care. It was part of his possessiveness over you. He just needed to remind the both of you that you were his and he was yours.

He let out a grim chuckle. Running two of his fingers through your folds. Watching you tense up from the feeling. A smirk resting on his face. Using the juiced he collect from you to slicking himself. Giving himself a few testing pumps before tapping your thigh.

"On your knees, and turn around," He ordered, to which you listened. Moving to sit up on your knees turning around like he ordered.

Wolffe pulled you close to his chest. Hand holding at your throat, which had your thighs shaking a bit. Breath hitching.

His other hand lined himself up with your entrance. Then he slid inside of you. A moan leaving the both of your guys' throats. His forehead resting on your shoulder.

"Let me know if I need tuh'stop." He told you with a groan, to which you nodded. "I will, don't worry." You assured him. Giving his hand on your waist a quick squeeze.

His thrust were slow at first. Getting used to the new position, until he got the hang of it. Then he started snapping his hips up into you. Small huffs and pants leaving the mans mouth. His hand squeezing at your throat here and there, but it isn't really even enough to choke you. Though it's better than nothing, and it was enough to make you feel like you had less control in this situation. Which was your main goal. Plus it felt exciting, something that you were growing to enjoy. Along with Wolffe.

He used the advantage of his hand on your throat to lean you back so he could attack the exposed skin on your neck and shoulder. His free hand working on rubbing at your clit.

His name was all you could say, along with a fair share of swears, but you could hardly think. It was everything that you both needed after a week of seperation.

"Wolffe, please," You were so close, and he knew it. Quickening his pace on your clit. Nipping at your ear.

"Well, since you want to cum so badly, why don't we see how many times I can make you cum right now." And that was enough for you to come undone for a second time that night. Though, Wolffe was far from done with you.

[helloalycia]

The Wrong Lifetime – Five // Wanda Maximoff

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author’s note: dying of cramps but didn’t wanna leave y’all hanging, so enjoy! x

Taking Wanda to Blackpool was something I couldn't stop thinking about for the past three days.

I kept telling myself that I had to remain calm, not make her feel uncomfortable with my obvious attraction to her, and to give her the best day out considering she'd never been before. It wasn't anything more than a girl spending time with her soon-to-be sister-in-law, and I had to keep reminding myself that whenever I'd feel a stir of desire in my chest at the thought her pretty smile or intoxicating gaze.

My family were thrilled when they heard of my plans with Wanda. My parents were glad I was actually making an effort to get on with her, whilst my brother was excited I was becoming 'best friends', as he put it, with his fiancé. That one stung a little, the guilt pricking my insides, but I convinced myself that that was exactly what I was doing. It wasn't wrong if I didn't think of Wanda in any way but what she was. Right?

The weekend came around quickly enough, and on Saturday morning, I met with Wanda at the train station where she waiting for me with an enthusiastic smile.

"I brought my watercolours and sketchbook so I can paint what's there," she explained as we boarded the train. "I also bought a lot of pencils in case some snap. I'm gonna draw everything I see so I don't forget a single thing."

We slid into our seats and I smiled with admiration as she continued to ramble about all of the things she wanted to do today. She looked so lively when she spoke, her hands moving about frantically to express her excitement, and her lips permanently etched into a smile when she wittered on. I didn't mean to stare, but God, she looked beautiful.

"Thank you again for doing this," she finished, head turning to mine.

Now, I'd read and written many clichés of someone falling for someone else, particularly the moment they knew they were too far gone. It was hard to believe if they were true depictions of liking someone, but I liked reading and writing them.

It was now that I learnt that they were no exaggeration, for when she looked my way with a beaming smile and glowing green eyes, I knew it was too late. There was no going back for my attraction to Wanda.

"No need to thank me," I spoke slowly, surprised I could speak at all since she'd knocked the breath from my lungs. "I'm glad you're excited."

The journey was a few hours long and we made conversation the whole way. It was the longest I'd spent alone with her since meeting her and I was intrigued by everything she had to say, hanging onto every word with all of my attention. If that wasn't enough, her accent only made everything she said sound so much better. She was naturally soft-spoken, but syllables rolled off her tongue in a silky, raspy way with her accent entwined in her words. I loved it.

At one point, the topic of our families came up and I felt like my brother came up in almost every conversation I'd had with anyone who discussed family, so I took this as my opportunity to get to know hers instead.

"What's it like to have a twin?" I asked, leaning on my elbow as I watched her attentively.

She mirrored my action playfully, though answered my question. "It's just like having a normal sibling, except they're way more annoying."

I smiled, imaging just how annoying Pietro could be as a sibling.

"I love Pietro, but he's very frustrating at times," she spoke with a hint of endearment. "He constantly throws it in my face that's he's older than me by twelve minutes. As if that makes a difference."

A chuckle flew from my lips as she pouted at her own words.

"But he's also my best friend," she said with a sigh, like that fact was irritating in itself. "He knows me better than anyone and he's the easiest person for me to talk to. I don't have to hide anything from him." She paused, glancing upwards in thought. "Well, almost anything."

Pursing my lips, I wondered what she meant as she mumbled the last part, but didn't question it. Everyone was entitled to their secrets.

"So, you and your family moved to England when you were kids, right?" I tried to recall what my parents had told me of them. "From Sokovia."

"Yes, we were about..." She scrunched up her nose as she tried to remember. "Eight years old, I think?"

"Wow, that's young," I realised.

She hummed in agreement, smile fading as her eyes fell to her hands. "Yeah... I don't remember much, but there was a lot of unrest at the time. A war. It was dangerous for everyone and my parents were lucky to get us out when they did."

I frowned, knowing some of this already, but it was sadder to hear when it was coming from Wanda herself.

"Our extended family didn't make it out," she continued to explain, voice quieter. "I didn't know them much, my parents' siblings, so it's not that sad for me. Pietro, too. But it's strange to think, you know? Especially when all of your family are around with this wedding and–" She sighed, shaking her head and looking to me with an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I didn't mean to bring the mood down."

I straightened up, reassuring her instantly. "Wanda, you don't need to apologise. It's okay. I... I didn't know any of that. I'm glad you told me."

She nodded, though the regret was still present in her gaze.

"I'm sorry all of that happened," I expressed honestly, not looking away. "But I'm glad you're here, if it makes a difference. You– your family are good people."

A small, appreciative smile graced her lips. "Thank you."

I shrugged, trying to brush it off so she wouldn't notice the heat rising up my neck. "It's nothing... so Sokovia. You speak Russian and English. That's pretty bloody cool."

She laughed wholeheartedly and any hint of sadness disappeared from her face, reassuring me completely. I didn't like to see her sad, especially when there was nothing I could do to make her feel better that I knew of.

"I promise to teach you some Russian today," she said with amusement. "A few words, just to diversify your vocabulary."

"Gee, thanks."

Another laugh escaped her and I chewed on my lip to contain my grin. I could get used to that sound.

—

When we reached Blackpool, Wanda was radiating with excitement. We couldn't make it two steps anywhere before she whipped out her sketchbook and began to sketch. She wasn't kidding when she said she was going to capture everything she saw.

I was patient, since the reason we came was for her, and watched as she worked. It was cute, seeing her concentrate and trying to stop dancing around with excitement every time I showed her something new.

We walked along the promenade and dipped in and out of the shops, looking at the gifts and clothes they sold. We bought a few things to commemorate the trip, but then Wanda was quick to drag me back outside so she could sketch the view of the beach from where we were stood. The grin on her face was convincing enough for me to let her drag me wherever she wanted. She looked so happy and I didn't care about anything else.

Eventually, around lunchtime, we headed to a café to have a break from all the excitement. Or rather, a break from running around. For Wanda, it was a better opportunity to sit still and sketch some more.

"So, you're drinking what, Y/N?" she asked, not looking up from her sketches as she worked.

I looked at my tea and lowered the cup. "Er, tea?"

"In Russian," she instructed.

"Oh." I cleared my throat, remembering what she taught me earlier. "Chay."

"And what's in the chay?" she asked, lifting her eyes to meet mine patiently. "The milk?"

"Moloko," I remembered, and the proud smile on her face reassured me I was correct. My shoulders relaxed as I returned her smile. "Thanks."

"You're a natural," she assured me, before looking back to her sketchbook. "I only taught you the words. You remembered it yourself. And before you know it, ty budesh' govorit' polnymi predlozheniyami na russkom."

My mouth opened with confusion, not knowing what she said. She seemed to realise as she chuckled at my expression.

"Never mind, milaya (darling)," she said with humoured eyes, before resuming her sketching.

I breathed out, taking another sip of my tea before grabbing a fork to dig into my pasta. As I chewed, I watched Wanda move her pencil effortlessly, creating lines that somehow resulted in a perfect drawing of the horizon.

"Do you only draw and paint landscapes?" I asked curiously.

"I can do portraits, too," she answered with a nod, glancing at me. "But they're never as good."

I gave her a knowing look. "I doubt that."

She merely smiled in response, eyes meeting mine for a moment, before shaking her head with amusement and looking back to her sketches. I chuckled, leaving her to it as I enjoyed my lunch and read the newspaper.

It was nice to just sit and enjoy each other's company as we did our own thing. I'd occasionally glance up to see Wanda focused on her drawing and smile, allowing myself to appreciate the sight, before looking back down to the paper and enjoying my pasta.

By the time I finished my food, as had Wanda, she straightened up and tore a page from her sketchbook. The noise pulled me from my reading and I looked up to see her holding the paper towards me.

I quirked a brow, but she simply shook the paper, signalling for me to take it. With confusion, I took it and became speechless when I saw what she'd drawn. It was me reading the paper, the exact view she must have had from being sat opposite me. It looked exactly like me, probably better since I knew I didn't look that good, and I was amazed at her talent all over again.

"You did this just now?" I asked with disbelief, looking up at her.

She shrugged and distracted herself with her pencil. "Yeah, it's not much. It's not my specialty."

I scoffed. "You're kidding. Wanda, this is amazing!"

Bashful smile on her lips, she glanced up at me. "Maybe it's the best portrait I've done. But I think that's down to my subject."

Even when she was embarrassed, she was still capable of turning the tables on me, leaving me a flustered mess. It was like her superpower. A very annoyingly cute superpower.

"That's what you look like y'know," she continued, nodding to the paper in my hand. "When you're focused on reading. You chew your lip with thought. And you get this little crease–" she pointed between her brows with a laugh, "–right here, and you seem to forget that anything else exists."

A sweet smile spread on her face as she tilted her head, watching me with intimidating eyes, very much aware of the effect her words had on me.

"You're very observant," I said, trying not to stutter, her gaze making me nervous. "Perfect skill for an artist."

She hummed in agreement, though didn't look away. "Mere artistic observation, right?"

My heart was hammering in her chest the longer she stared, especially when her words dawned on me. I'd said the exact same thing after she confronted me about picking her ring. I wondered if she could hear my heart pounding in my ears.

Just like the first time I saw her, I was at a loss for words and couldn't look away. She was compelling, beautiful and remarkable all at once.

—

"Nebo," I said, hoping it was the correct word for 'sky' in Russian, as Wanda had taught me.

She grinned. "Yes! And horizon?"

I pulled a face as I thought carefully. "Er...gorizont?"

"The student is soon to become the master," she said, and I rolled my eyes, knowing that was anything but the truth. I appreciated her encouragement though.

"Okay, before we head to the beach, we have to buy some rock," I told her, leading her to the stall on the promenade. "I got it last time and it's so good."

She furrowed her brows. "What's that?"

I smiled at her expression. "It's a sweet. Kind of like boiled sugar that's formed into a stick of, well, rock."

She didn't seem convinced. "If you say it's good, I trust you, I guess..."

I laughed, grabbing her hand and tugging her to the stall. "You'll love it."

After getting two sticks of rock for Wanda and I, we began to walk to the sand. I glanced at the brunette, wanting to see her reaction. She eyed the hard candy before attempting to bite it, a small piece breaking off at the top. Crunching on it, she scrunched her nose up.

"It's hard," she noted, swallowing the piece. "Tasty, though."

"It's better if you suck on it, love," I let her know with a hidden smile. "Tastes much better."

She did as I said, beginning to suck on the top, and seemed to enjoy it more. Giving me a thumbs up as she sucked it, I couldn't help but laugh again. She looked adorable, so I left her to it and did the same as we walked along the sand and towards the benches in the distance.

Like a child experiencing something for the first time, she began to point excitedly at Blackpool Tower and the ferris wheel in the distance and I just kept nodding along, letting her get excited because it made my heart skip a beat every time she flashed me a smile.

When we reached the benches, I was glad that today wasn't a busy day. It wasn't exactly tourist season, so the beach was scarce of anyone but residents of the town. And even then, our side of the beach was pretty empty, giving us first dibs on a bench that wasn't broken or uncomfortable.

Settling on it, Wanda pulled her legs up and sat cross-legged so she could lean on them and pull out her watercolours. I sat beside her and leaned back, inhaling the salty air and exhaling peacefully. I never had much reason to visit here apart from when my parents took my brother and I on the occasional trip, but it was nice to appreciate the sound of the ocean washing over the sand and the seagulls squawking in the sky. A big difference compared to back home.

Another silence formed between us as she painted the water ahead, and I couldn't help but glance her way, watching her pucker her lips with concentration. All she'd wanted was this and I was glad I could finally give it to her.

So she wouldn't notice, I looked away and stared out at the blue expanse of ocean before me. I should have been appreciating its beauty, but all I could think about was how it was no contest to the girl sat beside me.

"I'm really glad you brought me here today," she said out of the blue after a while, "but I wouldn't have said yes if I'd known you would be bored."

I looked to her and saw she was still preoccupied by her painting. "I'm not bored. We came here so you could see the water and find some new subjects to paint. And that's exactly what we're doing."

She sighed, looking up at me with a questioning glance.

Smiling reassuringly, I said, "I like the quiet. And I like watching you work. You look happy. It's good to see."

She tensed her jaw, stifling a smile, but her eyes said it all. She was grateful. Of course, her eyes were also very easy to get lost in, even if she didn't mean for me to. And right now, under the sun, I found myself drowning in pools of blue.

"What are you thinking?" she asked quietly, a hint of a smile on her face.

Stupidly, I felt compelled to tell her the truth. "I'm thinking about how you have really pretty eyes."

Attempting to make me flustered yet again, her favourite hobby by now I was guessing, she raised a brow teasingly. "Oh, really?"

It didn't bother me this time though, as I maintained eye contact and felt my heart swelling with adoration. "Yes. It's like you hold all the elements in a single gaze."

Her smile faded and that's when I realised what I'd said, my heart dropping to my stomach in an instant. Swallowing hard, I looked away and shook my head. An apology was waiting on the tip of my tongue when she spoke with realisation.

"It was you."

I glanced her way nervously. "What was?"

She was staring like her mind was working something out and I was the missing piece. "The letter that Y/B/N gave me last week. He wrote the exact same thing. What you just said."

My brows knitted together with confusion, then it hit me. The love letter Y/B/N wrote. The one he assured me was for his own eyes. He'd given it to her. And I'd just gone and said the exact thing he'd written on it, no doubt passing it off as is his own words.

"Th–that wasn't me," I got out, shaking my head slowly. "I didn't even know he gave you a letter, Wanda."

She continued to watch me, eyes squinting with scepticism. I swallowed hard under her gaze, trying to think of how I could come back from this. But apparently I didn't have to, because she suddenly leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine.

My mind was foggy when her fingers rested behind my neck, tugging me closer. I closed my eyes, melting at her touch, and began to kiss her back, moving my lips against hers. She was slow and gentle with me, her lips as soft as they looked and sending the butterflies in my stomach into a frenzy. I could have kissed her forever and been content, but my brain finally caught up to my actions and I reluctantly pulled away, stunned.

Glancing around to make sure nobody saw us – there was literally nobody here – I caught my breath and looked back to Wanda. Her eyes were drawn to my lips before they flickered to meet mine, darkened with desire.

"Why did you do that?" was all I could think to ask, and I was acutely aware of her fingers still grasping my neck, the skin burning where her tips grazed.

She licked her swollen lips, expression softening. "I think I've been falling for the wrong Y/L/N."

My lips pressed together, missing the feeling of hers against them. Never in a million years did I expect her to say something like that. I thought she'd been teasing me this whole time, but now, maybe there was truth to her actions.

"Did you really mean what you said?" she asked apprehensively.

"What?"

She swallowed. "What you said about my eyes. Did you mean it?"

Well, she'd kissed me, so there was no going back now.

I nodded, noticing the hesitance in her eyes. "Yes... you're beautiful, Wanda."

She didn't say anything and the silence was deafening. I almost wanted to run back home and pretend this never happened, but that was the cowardly side of me. The other side, the disbelieving side, wanted to stay here with her and keep living in this little bubble we'd created.

"Can I kiss you again?" she finally spoke, eyes flickering between mine for confirmation.

Not trusting myself to speak, I nodded slowly, and she didn't waste another second as she leaned in once again. This time, I wasn't so surprised, so I kissed her back quickly, trying not to think about how wrong this was. How I'd been taught that this was wrong. Because I refused to believe this was wrong, that it was a sin, when it felt so damn right.

Wanda felt right.

—

When I got home later that afternoon, I couldn't stop myself from smiling.

Wanda was all that was on my mind. Everything about her was floating around up there – the contagiousness of her smile, the brightness of her eyes, the taste of her lips. When I left this morning, I wasn't expecting to return with– well, I wasn't sure what we were, but we'd decided to give whatever this was a go.

Of course, she was still engaged to my brother, but I tried not to think about that. She made me happy and maybe in a different lifetime we could have been together, but this was the wrong lifetime which meant I'd have to make some wrong decisions, this possibly being one of them.

The guilt was still present, but the adoration I had for Wanda overpowered it. The fact that she actually liked me back was too thrilling for me to even concern myself with the lack of future this relationship would have. I just wanted to enjoy what we had whilst we had it, even if it meant being together in secret.

"So, how did your trip go?" my mum asked me when I returned, looking up from her knitting.

I stifled my grin the best I could. "It was fun. Wanda loved the seaside."

My mother seemed pleased as she smiled my way. "Y/N, that's great. You know, I'm really proud of you for making an effort with her. It means a lot to everyone."

"Mhm."

"She's going to be your sister-in-law after all," she continued knowingly, "so it's good you're spending time with her. Maybe you could do it more."

I hummed in agreement, my heart fluttering at the possibility of spending more time with Wanda. "Yeah, that could be good."

"Go on upstairs, you must be tired from the travelling," she said after a moment, noticing my distant headspace. "I'm glad you had fun today."

Wanda's smile appeared in my mind again, her lips ghosting my own. I sighed contently.

"Me, too."

[littlemisshaveitall]

Season Secrets : July 17th

As mentioned before , I’ve learnt a lot these past few months and I’m going to share it in this series I’ll call, Season Secrets. I started calling quarters of the year season to romanticize my life and I’m currently in season 3 but the series will start with lessons from season 1 which as we go on will highlight lessons from my past relationship, my self exploration and more.

Enjoy loves!

Without further ado , the pilot piece.

Signs it’s time to let them go.

If you catch yourself making a pros and cons list.

Lets actually talk about that ,before the relationship maybe it’s okay , a little off but all in all understandable especially if a relationship would distract you from your goals but during the relationship- Babe. I think this is a huge tell that you aren’t happy and you’re looking for reasons to not call it quits and if you are looking for reasons to stay , you should’ve left way before then . In my case , I thought nobody else would offer what he offered and I was afraid of being single again after enjoying the benefits of a relationship. It’s okay to admit to yourself that you are scared of being alone but you must acknowledge the fact that you have to do it ,my love.

If you cry consistently

I don’t care how happy they make you , if you are consistently crying that is obviously not a good sign. My excuse was that he made me happy when we were together and that compensated for the tears I’d cry weekly or fortnightly . Surprise , surprise it didn't . No one who claims to love you should be okay with the fact that they consistently make you cry and if they are, that’s not love. I tolerated it then but I’m here to tell you , no one should have to.

If they do things you've repeatedly told them not to ( Or don't do things you've told them you like)

This is about boundaries, small things you might like and most importantly being considered. If you tell your SO that you like daily calls at a certain time or you like when they reply to everything you sent( Maybe that's a bit personal haha but I do absolutely despise when I write detailed replies and the other person decides they'll only reply to one sentence, it irks me so much) or if it's as small as you like being complimented. Some of these requests shouldn't even be voiced, they are things that are genuinely innate. Like why wouldn't you tell your SO they look great. SMH. Above all though, as I said , this point is about being considered and being put first. I used to love talking to my ex but he'd constantly not call me and I knew if I didn't call first he wouldn't call me and when I'd tell him , his excuse would be that he fell asleep or that he was high, I don't know it was always something irrelevant. Word of advice though, don't date an addict- It's common sense but I didn't know he was an addict until later on , I should have broken it off then and there but anyways. I would tell him that if he's going to sleep then he should text me to let me know. He did it , once and it still hurt because he never gave me time when we were apart( Another red flag). If you have to beg to be considered in their lives, that is an issue that you should not have to tolerate.

If they don’t keep the small promises.

This is a big one for me. If you've got the 'I'll call you back' type and they never call back, I'm sure in some cases it's different but trust me when I tell you this is will be mimicked in so many other aspects of your relationship because it's a way of showing you that you are not a priority and if it's in the little things , it will be prevalent on the big things as well and it's not worth it. Don't lose sleep over such.

They continuously don’t love you in a way you’d like to be loved

I think one of the most selfish things someone can do is love you in the way they would like to be loved without considering your love languages especially since as lovers you can always compromise. This isn't about making someone compromise with their traumas that comes with time and you can't rush that; This is about your SO telling you that they like it if you'd make an effort by: Cuddling them more, gifting them more( common misconception: gifts have to be expensive. No they don't , you are using that as an excuse to not put in the work. Some people would be ecstatic with origami , get it together,), telling them that you love them more etc BUT you decide not to do that. That's an issue and it's selfish. I've been the perpetrator and the victim and from experience, it is always a choice. They can choose to be kinder to you but they don't. You can choose to be on time but you don't. They can comfort you a little better , they just choose not to. Once you understand that it's a choice, It hurts but it's easier to leave. You can love someone and still be too selfish to be a good partner but that doesn't mean they should have to tolerate your BS , they can find better in fact they should. YOU SHOULD FIND BETTER.

If they don't make time for you.

This is obvious but clearly it wasn't too obvious to me and maybe some of my babes out there so let me make it clear to all of us , the minute they tell you that they are busy and they :

1: Don't give you a time in which they will be free and stick to it.

2: Consistently tell you that they are busy with no context. Even then, if you are too busy for a relationship , you should make that clear, instead of leading someone along like that.

Then it is over. Explain to me why , the love of your life won't want to spend time with you or talk to you-That's weird and you should maybe think about it. Another tell is if they constantly remind you that they are sacrificing something else to be with you. That's so rude. If you sacrifice something else for someone, you do it because you love them and you want be with them at that particular moment , why is it that they are telling you ' You know, I missed an important opportunity to be here with you' every five minutes. It's giving bitter and 'I don't want to be here'. Someone who truly loves you won't make you feel bad for taking up the time they set aside for you.

Of course there's more, there will always be more but these are the big ones for me.

After acknowledging these, love , you have to forgive yourself for tolerating such and you need to remind yourself that you were acting in a manner that you thought was best and that's okay. You know now and you will be better the next time-I trust that wholeheartedly.

*Disclaimer: I am not a relationship expert , these are all based off personal experience.

Love,

Quesa



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First race of the 2022 season - Bahrain GP

Masterlist

It's safe to say that I'm still recovering? What a race, I really wasn't expecting that, like AT ALL.

We had everything and, personally, I got almost everything that I wanted for this race. Seriously, I'm stunned.

As I said yesterday, I had hope for Charles. Most accurately, I should say I believed in him, blindly. There was no inchident, BUT there was oh so much spice. I'm proud of Charles for keeping Verstappen at bay, first of all. I knew he was one of the few people who wasn't afraid of not backing down to him, since he never has. Which made all those corners passing each other all the more satisfying when our little demon prevailed. You sexy Monegasque, you. Plus, he did amazing (sweetie) during the race in general, so very happy, definitely.

Carlos had a pretty good race overall, plus I have to say that Ferrari are capable of having good strategies, so there's that. Wish they did when Seb was still first driver, but anywho, topic for another day. They outdid Redbull beautifully, to say the least, and it paid off, for sure. The Merc x Ferrari "team up" was a sight for sore eyes, to be honest. Made my dark heart fill with joy for a while. I mean, have you guys seen Charles and Lewis on the podium and the moment they parked the cars right before? Those smiles? God, I'm the happiest right now. I mean, right then and there I'd forgive them ANYTHING. It hurts. PLUS, Charles instantly learnt how to wink after winning. Coincidence? I don't think so. My heart is so full right now, seriously.

George and Lewis did good, given the circumstances. The car is still giving them shit, but as I said yesterday too, I trust Mercedes and I know they'll soon find the solution to those problems and they'll be able to wreak so much havoc in the coming races, it makes me laugh evilly just thinking about it. However, both my darling boys decided today they wanted to show us that they still could do good and they did, indeed.

Then we have our Viking Comeback, our Violence on Wheels, KEVIN MAGNUSSEN. Oh, boy. He even had some fight with Lewis, which was interesting and beautiful to see, something I never in a million lifetimes imagined happening on track. A Haas and a Mercedes in battle, what a day to be alive. Unluckily, Mick just managed to be 11th, BUT it is a huge improvement. Last year he had absolutely nothing to go with, and now he has a gorgeous, crazy and experienced new teammate to learn from, so I think this is the start of something new (see what I did there?).

I can't forget about my almost heart attack while watching Pierre trying desperately to get out of his car and not being able to for a very long minute after the car caught fire somewhere. I was ANXIETY in that moment. All the flashbacks about Grosjean also in Bahrain in 2020 (I watched in DTS and still cried my eyes out, I can't even imagine how I would've been if I had seen it right then a there) where coming to me, but good thing the poor boy could make it out.

Mclaren and Aston Martin were by far the worst on track today. Daniel and Lando both flopped big time (especially if you compare to what was expected after Barcelona) and Stroll and Nico more of the same, which might be less of a surprise, but still. I mean, Nico's done more than his fare share taking into account he still came back to fill in for Seb literally last minute, so I bet he at least enjoyed every single second of it. And I'm happy for him, what the hell. Look at him, looking all gorgeous. I love him.

What else can I comment on? Ah, yes. But I can't be objective on this (while still being somehow objective, though?). The biggest let down so far. You just needed to hear the Spanish commentators, it was wild. Team "I laugh at the Mercedes pace and then I sink worse than the Titanic on the very first race of the season". They'll probably come back angrier than ever for Jeddah next weekend and wipe all of our asses, but boy does it feel good at this very moment. I'm sorry, but the Reputation Era this season is Lewis', you guys will have to wait until 2023 to be angry at anything or anyone.

With all that said, we need to look at the score and I tell it's an amazing view.

I mean, woah. Just. WOAH. Where do I sign right now for this to stay that way for Haas? I'd just change Mercedes for Ferrari, but I wouldn't mind any of the rest to stay as they are, honestly. WHERE DO I SIGN.

I've noticed while writing all of this that I've pretty much hyped myself up more and more along the way, but I'm actually excited. I see the light. I was suffering but I see hope. Which is more than I could say just before the race started, so there you go.

See you around next weekend before all hell breaks loose in that hellhole we call Jeddah Corniche and that I'm already dreading even more than I did last year.

Peace out and let the Demonic Sharl send you my love!

[kpop-dungeon-dark]

REQUEST (Nerd!Felix/Yongbok x You)

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Warning(s): Non-Con, humiliation, degradation, brat taming, watersports, breath play, rough filthy shit. Read at own risk.

"If that isn't our little Yongbokkieeee~" Felix sighed and shut his eyes tightly when he heard the familiar dreadful voice from behind, holding the straps of his school bag even tighter. "Aigoooi~ aren't you in a hurry, foreign booooy?" Her perfectly manicured hand placed on the boy's shoulder, pulling him back.

"Let go, Y/n-ah…" The boy spoke, trying his best not to snap at the little slut. She was so foolish. A fucking clown. A narrow minded little racist bitch. That's what.

"Ahhhh… your Korean is soooo adorable…" Before she moved to stand in front of him, heavy tits tightly packed in her school shirt, the first few buttons up. "What's the rush, Aussie boy? Too proud to make friends? Tsk, tsk!" Felix felt like smacking her infuriatingly cute little face.

"You know it's not like tha-"

"LISTEN UP, EVERYONE!" Y/n clapped and got everyone's attention, the whole hallway of students going home stopping to look at her. "OUR FOREIGN BOY DOESN'T WANNA BE FRIENDS~" she pouted as if it really hurt her. "HE AVOIDED ME ALL DAY IN SCHOOL TOO! HOW PROUD, TSK!" Everyone booed him, calling him names and whatnot. It was terrible.

Had he known moving to Korea was going to be like this he'd have never agreed. They made fun of his looks, his accent, the grammatical errors he made and his English name that he preferred. Even though Felix was using his English name in his documents now that he was all grown up, Y/n had somehow learnt his Korean one and she wasn't going to let him live it down.

"Aigo what a loser" splashing the juice in her hand at his shirt, the girl clicked her tongue and walked away while laughing, leaving the boy in absolute despair due to how badly it stained his shirt.

He didn't want to hurt her because she was clearly fucking naive and dumb but fuck. Y/n was making it fucking hard.

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Felix checked his room one last time to make sure it was clean and smelt nice with just the right amount of ventilation. Setting his books up on the foldable desks he'd set up on the bed, the boy opened up the other desk too. His mom had asked him if he could teach her bestfriend's child some English as they were apparently in the same year as him. The boy was happy to help and agreed so now his mom's friend was going to drop the kid off at their house that he didn't know anything about.

And who else could it be other than the one and only. How fucking cliche.

The male was unsure of how to act when he heard his mom's voice and another women's before his door was knocked, opening as Mrs. Lee along a stern looking tall and built women in a police uniform appeared.

Felix got up and respectfully bowed to the women as she greeted him back, her friendly smile really unusual for her stern features. "Hello, dear. Thank you so much for your kind gesture. I've been looking for a good teacher for quite some time now but my child is… slow." She chuckled. "Maybe it'd be easier for her if someone her age teaches her…"

"Oh, of course. No problem at all. I'd be actually very happy to help. That way I get to revise too and study from a different perspective, ma'am." He didn't know why, but he couldn't stop the smirk from appearing on his face. Oh. She was trying her best to hide behind her mother but Felix had seen the pathetic little girl.

Oh how fucking perfect.

"Ah I hope my kid can learn well from you in not just academics but manners too… Now! Y/n-ah- where…" Her mother looked for her before turning around to find her hiding, gripping her wrist and pulling her in front of the taller boy. "There you are. Now… learn well okay? Felix will take well care of you" her mother glanced at the boy and he nodded, bowing a little bit as he said of course.

Y/n was trying not to die as she was made to stand right in front of fucking Yongbok out of all! How was she so stupid?! She should have put two and two together! Oh fuck! This was bad! This was terrible for her image! Now he knew that she was looking for tuition and not all that careless about studies as she seemed to act like back in school. And she also wasn't a badass in her private life.

Fuck.

"Be good. I'll pick you up on my way back, alright?" The girl had non-existent balls to brat with her mother as she was a firm police woman and knew how to get brats going. She had gotten enough harsh punishments from her mom to even dare to try. Y/n did her best to pretend to be a good kid. Or her mom had threatened to send her off to juvi or a boarding school! "Hm?"

The girl whimpered, feeling the boy's gaze burn into her very soul. "Y- Yes, mommy." She could only whisper back, head lowered all the way.

"Good baby. Now give mommy a kiss." Y/n could die of embarrassment right now, her cheeks burning as she felt humiliated. Oh she had no idea what was coming her way. This was nothing. Her mother still treated her like a 4 year old baby and not like she was 18. It was so fucking stupid!

"Y- Yes, mommy…" There was no use hiding. Yongbok could see it all and he was quietly observing it. Standing on her tippy toes because of being much smaller than her mom, Y/n kissed her cheek. "Bye, mommy." The copper ruffled her daughter's head before leaving with Felix's mother who was also dressed for work.

Lowering her head even more when it was just the both of them, Y/n held her bag right as she didn't turn around, not wanting to face the smug boy, whimpering when he stepped forward to close his door.

"She… doesn't know, does she?" Felix's deep voice pierced through her soul as he turned around to look down at her now, grinning wide. "Tsk… look at this cute little turtleneck and long skirt… those baby shoes and these pigtails…" Y/n felt her heart starting to pound when he suddenly tugged at her twin ponytails, her cheeks feeling even hotter in pure humiliation. "If only you were actually a good babygirl like your 'mommy' thinks and not a skimpy little slutty whore ridiculing people for no fucking reason at school" clicking his tongue, the boy walked to his bed and plopped on it in a relaxed manner, well aware that he had her exactly where a bitch like her should be. "I wonder how she will react if she finds out that you are actually-"

"N- NO PLEASE!" Y/n finally found her voice and rushed to him, helplessly pleading. "PLEASE DON'T TELL M- MOMMY! I- I AM SORRY!" She struggled, not knowing what to say. This was so awkward and strange. Something she'd never thought of. Fuck.

"Ahhh so you really are an all talk whore, tsk. Acting all cool and fearless in school but actually a pathetic little mommy's baby." Felix chuckled tauntingly and shook his head, eyes cold. Months. She'd been troubling him for months simply because he was a foreigner and made mistakes in Korean. "Come here, let me see. I wouldn't be surprised if you're also wearing a nappy under that cute skirt. Do you need a change?" He teasingly went to grab her arm which caused the girl to stagger backwards.

"N- No! No, Y- Yon- Felix! I- I swear I am not! I am not wearing a-- p- please! Don't do this! I- I won't bother you again! You don't even have to tutor me! Just please don't tell mom!" Y/n hated how pathetically she had to beg him.

"Ah… so it's suddenly Felix now, huh?" The male chuckled before speaking again. "Since I am not a pathetic slut like you, I won't tell your mom but in exchange, you'll have to be good for me. If you oblige, good. If you don't, I'll have to tell her, little one. Because what you're doing will end up harming someone really bad."

The girl desperately dropped her bag, sitting in his feet and holding his knees. "Y- Yes! Yes! Alright! I'll be good! I'll do whatever you want! Just don't tell mom! I don't wanna go to juvi or boarding-" her eyes widened before she slapped her mouth shut. Oh no! She didn't just tell him that!

Felix threw his head back and laughed. "Ahhh so it's like that, I see…" He was enjoying this. Looking down at her, Felix felt something stir inside him as his eyes got darker. She looked so fucking perfect kneeling under him like this. It was getting so hard to hold back now that he had her. "Fine. If you don't want to go to boarding or juvi, you'll have to be my little fuck piggy. And when I say that, I mean it. You'll be my literal plaything and there will be no denying my orders. You'll have to obey and be good like a brainless little slave doll… You will only know what I allow. You will only do as I say. No using your own brain, not that it is very smart anyway… That is the price." He had always had… dark desires. Which was one of the reasons he'd never dated much. But when Felix had seen Y/n all those months ago in school for the first time, he had unintentionally imagined how it would feel to ruin her to the point of despair before building her back up.

And now that he was so close to having it. Fuck. The boy was going insane.

Y/n nodded slowly, tears forming in her eyes as she bit her lip. "Y- Yes, I… I agree. I- I'll be your d- doll, Felix… J- Just please d- don't tell anyone… I- I beg you… I- I don't wanna g- go to boarding or…" A sob left her, his finger catching her tear amidst of falling down.

This was so wrong. But she deserved it. Felix was absolutely disgusted by bullies.

"Don't worry. Like your mother said, I'll take goood care of you." The naive girl had no idea what she had signed herself up for or just what his words meant. "Then… why don't you prove your worth by getting up and stripping to let me see my belongings... And, get those dirty little hands off. Fuck toys don't deserve to touch Master unless allowed." Felix swatted them off.

"W- What? M- Master…? S- Strip?" Y/n was lost.

"What else did you think? Some Wattpad romance where I make you my little sidekick or something before I confess that I've liked you all along?" Raising an eyebrow he pushed her back. "Get to it."

"B- But F- Felix-!"

"It's Master!" The male firmly spoke as he glared down at her, yanking one of her pigtails. "Come on now… time's running and we don't have all day my little toy. You better start behaving before it's too late…" Her sobs and tears satisfied him so much.

Y/n slowly got up with her head lowered, trembling as she stepped out of her shoes, slowly pulling her socks off. "I- I can't believe I am doing this in front o- of you.." She whispered while struggling to not collapse on her knees, literally shivering under his firm gaze.

"I also couldn't believe a person as rotten as you existed." Before he grabbed the hem of her dress, pulling her closer and snorting when she gasped, flinching when he leaned back again. Felix's foot trailed up her shaking leg, the top of his foot rubbing against her covered core before he grabbed the waistband of her panties with his toes, pulling them down from under the skirt. "Ahh… so little girl's mommy really doesn't put her in nappies, I see…" Before he looked back up at her face, his foot resting on the underwear between her ankles now. "Skirt off now."

The girl was wiping at her tears as she shakily undid the skirt before letting it fall, her heart pounding even harder when the cold air attacked her core before he made her pull her shirt up and off, suddenly ripping her bra off which caused her to scream.

"Tsk… you sure are jumpy and scaredy for how tough you act." The boy shook his head, feeding off her misery. "Pick that underwear up." Y/n reached for it when he finally removed his foot from the top of it, stepping out of it and picking it up, even her ears red now out of humiliation. "Put it on your head." Another sob left her as he pinched and played with her breast, loving the authority he had over her.

"Fe- M- Master…" Shaking her head, she tried to back away but Felix wasn't having it.

"What did I just fucking say?!" He snapped, towering over her when the boy stood up, making her cower down before she put the smelly article over her head, biting her lips to stop her sobs from escaping. "Such a good toy…" Felix cooed this time, rubbing her head as he pulled it down and covered her eyes with the waistband, pulling her pigtails out of the sides.

"Fuck… you look good. Just how a dumb brainless slut should look." Fishing his phone out, he smirked. "This proves how you've no problem with being brainless. You look fucking retarded but you're doing it because Master said it. That's exactly what this is about. Obedience" before he suddenly kissed her briefly, making her gasp.

"Now~ smile wide for a picture…" Before he turned the camera on and stepped back, making sure her whole body was in frame. Fuck. Felix was so fucking painfully hard. "Come on… don't be shy" he taunted when she sobbed in protest, making him switch to video instead. "Fine, then." His taunting smile dropped to a firm expression as he approached her, placing his feet on hers before he smacked her face, catching it all on camera.

"Aigooo~" he mimicked her, smacking her other cheek, uncovering her eyes but still keeping the underwear on her head. He decided that it will be a new style for her. "Look at this whore~" Y/n's flushed cheeks now received some more slaps before he placed his hand on her nose and pushed it back, chuckling loudly. "Awww such a cute little fuck piggy we have here… she loves this doesn't she?" When she continued to cry, Felix smacked her head and pulled at the girl's ponytail. "DOESN'T SHE?"

"Y- Yes, Master! Yes!"

"Good girl" pushing her nose back to look like a pig's again, the male spat at it. "Now tell Master you're thankful. Get on your knees and be good."

"T- Thank you, M- Master…" The girl cried out, slowly getting on her knees now. "Thank you s- so much…" Felix parted her legs by his foot, cutting the footage and tossing his phone on the bed before kicking her pussy, causing Y/n to jerk forward, face banging straight into his cock.

A moan left him before he grabbed both her ponytails, wrapping them around his hands. "Now I have a present for you. I bought it all a while back and have been keeping it hidden and safe for when I get a fuck piggy. And now that you're here, I'll give you it."

Yes, Felix was pissed at her and yes, he loved destroying her but he was no asshole. She still had that cute little whore face he adored.

Crouching down in front of her, he gripped her chin and kissed her lips again, ignoring her gasp and kissing her again before spitting right on her tongue. "Swallow it and wait for Master to be back. Face down and ass up. I shouldn't have to fuckin repeat myself."

Y/n trembled as she struggled to swallow his spit, bowing down on the ground, slowly raising her nude ass back up. A few moments passed with Felix bringing stuff over and near her, fumbling with things in his closet before he finally closed it and walked to her. "Aren't you lucky? Finding an owner without even looking. There's so many pets like you who have no Master… or not a good one at least, you know…" Standing behind her, Felix rubbed the lube all over the tiny and thick piggy tail assplug. "Aren't you lucky?"

The girl knew what he wanted to hear so she nervously started, having no idea what the boy was about to do. "Y- Yes, Master… v- very luc- AHHHH!" She could only lay there and weakly cry as Felix laughed loudly at her scream because he'd pushed the plug in, tapping her ass.

"Good piggy~" the male cooed and hooked a thin chain to a small loop on top of the plug, slowly making her sit up in silence, the only sounds being her weak sobs. "Just… give in… it'll hurt less that way and you'll be happier." His eyes were trained on what he was doing, the long chain extending from down her plug having nose hooks at the other end that he plugged in her nose, chuckling when her eyes widened as she located the small cage in front of her.

"Oh, yeah. That is your new crib" Felix was clearly loving this. Kissing her stretched little piggy nose, he placed the pink piggy ears on her underwear covered head, followed by a pink collar that had a small bell attached to it. "You look so beautiful…" Kissing her lips again, Felix attached weights to her nipples, making her whine out in pain as she tried to stop his hands. "Oho~" he swatted her hands away, grabbing the piggy hands and feet before putting them on her, finally folding her limbs and binding them.

"Hmmm… that's like a good filthy little fuck pig." Before he attached a leash to her collar and gulped, feeling his balls ache now due to the masterpiece he'd made, pulling at the leash to have her crawl in the cage before he closed it, chuckling at how she kept tripping. "Clumsy pig." Before he started to take pictures, taunting and humiliating her all the while.

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When Felix was satisfied with the photoshoot, he opened the cage and walked to the bed, holding her leash and pulling her with him. "Now… the fun part." Before he tucked his aching cock out much to her horror, sitting down on the bed and pulling her in between her legs. Pumping his cock a little, the male moaned loudly as he started to piss on her face, chuckling loudly when she yelled and protested, trying to move away but only falling on her face, choking when he harshly pulled at her leash, forcefully pushing his cock in her mouth. "You better swallow that!"

Y/n started crying loudly again, wails leaving her throat as his hot piss started travelling down her throat, making her choke and gag as he loudly laughed. "What a useless piggy! Can't even be a good urinal." Before he smacked her face again, now starting to fuck her mouth fast and rough, hitting his hard tip against the back of her throat before forcefully pushing in, a trail of piss and spit hanging down her lips.

"Fuck… fuck…" Felix moaned loudly, his cock twitching inside of her and pulsating from how fucking good it felt. From her soft mouth to her tight throat, to how he could see his cock against her skin, her eyes widened when her breath supply would totally cut off from his balls getting stuffed between her lips.

"Fuck… you're no good… I'll have to train you plenty" her cries were causing shivers and vibrations up his cock as he fucked her face up and down his cock by her ponytails, kicking her pussy as he went faster and faster, his hips starting to ache from how much strength it was causing.

"What a dumb slut!" Pulling his cock out of her throat, he kicked her on her back, making her arch her back when the tail plug brushed against the floor. "I need that useless fucking pussy now. It better be worth it." Y/n felt scared and nervous for her vagina now as he warned and crawled over her now, pushing his way forcefully inside, biting down at her lip when he felt her hymen tear and lube his cock up.

"I am going to make an absolute mess out of you." He promised, his deep voice sending shivers down her sweaty body. "My mess."

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I am sorry if it was too rough sjskso you said like bullying gone wrong-

[simpingfortheages]

//Test it out//

You know what pineapple does...come on ;) you know...

Ally Mayfair x Fem reader

(FLUFF! SMUT But fluff too...is-is cute ngl)

Reader comes home and sees Ally in bed, one thing leads to another.

Source: mirandascroft (sorry :( idk how to add gifs on tumblr but i still gave credit :)

Long days at the office weighed down on you so much that your shoulders ached and sagged as you walked. The feeling of every muscle in your body screaming for you to lie down, to sit, to do something other than stand. You sloppily toed off your shoes that your wore for 9 hours, leaving them to clatter in a corner. Ally will understand. The cool board floor was heavenly on your sore feet , a cool reminder that Ally probably had the AC on a few hours ago. It seemed as though just by being home it was the remedy you needed.

Tossing the hefty bag from your pained shoulder onto the counter also added to your satisfaction. A smile crept its way upon your lips, just at the idea of not having to touch that laptop bag for the next two days. "Ally?" you called out for you girlfriend. Your girlfriend for 1 year and 10 months to be precise. The best decision you ever made was to walk into that restaurant,"Ally baby?" there was no answer to your reply the first time. The further you walked into the house and made your way into the living room, you already knew that she was passed out in bed. The glass that remained with 1 inch red wine left on the short side table gave you your answer.

With an extra happiness and pep in your step you skipped your way up the stairs, jumping past every 2 steps. If Ally were awake and saw that, she would scold you for setting a bad example for Oz, which luckily for you was away spending the night with one of his schoolmates. As you continued to make your way upstairs, the white door to yours and Ally's bedroom came into view. Trying to stay as quiet as possible you pushed open the door which gave a small creak, you always mentioned to Ally about fixing that, but the brunette refused to get it oiled because she liked hearing when you came home. It was a sweet gesture.

The sight of your girlfriend on the bed that you both shared made your heart swell with love. After all the trauma and terrible things she faced before she became the senator, you made it your number one priority to shower her with all the love and care that she deserved. The floor board groaned softly beneath your naked feet as you tip toed your way to the side of the queen sized bed. There she laid sprawled out on the sheets, wearing your button up flannel shirt, hugging your pillow with one leg hitched upon it. The pillow had a faded scent of the lavender perfume you famously wore. It was Ally's favourite, she said it 'made her feel safe'. You never questioned it so you continued to wear it every day.

The 2 empty bottles situated on your wooden dresser proved that point. Before you keeled down to bestow a kiss on her soft skin, you noticed a small plastic container...was it? noo, she wouldn't. She promised to share. The irresistible smell of the pineapple juice that collected at the bottom of the container was calling you. Without thinking you lifted the container to your lips and drank the remainder of the fruit you both promised to share. You eyes opened wide at the taste of how sweet the pineapple was, after you drank every drop, you rested the bowl back on the night stand.

Apparently the soft thud against the wooden table caused the sleeping senator in the bed to stir awake. As Ally shifted on the bed to turn and face you, the loose buttoned shirt that she wore began to ride up her thighs, allowing her pink underwear to peak through. Ally stopped hugging your pillow and fully rotated her body which made her shirt move even more to reveal that your girlfriend wore no bra. She was everything that you loved, the perfect woman and person whom you wish to spend the rest of your life with. Her brown eyes slowly began to open but it wasn't opened all the way, with eyes still filled with sleep Ally squinted at you as a small smile adorned her face.

"hi baby.." her voice was soft and raspy from now waking up but it was filled with glee. " hi baby" you replied with happiness in yours. Ally sat up on the bed and neatly folded her legs as she outstretched her hands for a hug. You didn't move, instead you shot her a toothy grin and narrowed your eyes at her in a joking manner. "Where's my share Al?" the adorable look of realization that dawned on Ally's face as she turned her head to look at the empty container. "OH baby, I am sorry, it was just really sweet. It was one of the sweetest ones you brought home" she pouted her bottom lip and gave you puppy eyes.

Of course you fell for it. You playfully rolled your eyes as you shrugged off your work jacket, and threw it on the chair that already had clothes from previous work days,"Well Ms Mayfair, your going to have to pay me back for that." Ally quirked an eyebrow at your sudden statement and flopped her hand down on the bed with a loud huff, "well y/n I can buy you back one tomorrow." you shook your head 'no' at her way to rectifying the situation. You knew she was a little salty now from the lack of attention she was receiving. Usually you'd shower her in kisses and take the hug that she offered when you came home, however you had another plan in store. Ally furrowed her eyebrows,"well how to make it back up to you?". You knew exactly how she could repay you.

After you removed most of your work clothes you were standing at the bedside in only your shirt with a cute fuming Ally in the bed."Don't look at me like that. You ate all the pineapple that YOU promised we'd share, I came home all excited to eat it." Ally scoffed loudly at your reply, her eyebrows went up in shock,"So that's ALLLLL you came home excited for y/n?" she threw her hands up in frustration."Yes Ally. I did" at this point the senator folded her arms tightly against her chest staring daggers at you with an annoyed look plastered on her face.

"omg Ally of course I am kidding, I came home for YOUUU toooo.." you jumped on the bed and lovingly wrapped your arms around her. To make up for rejecting her hug from before you showered her with kisses all over her pouted lips, and face. Ally's fake being angry demeanor broke when your lips trailed to her neck. She always giggled when you kissed there , she was ticklish. It was one of the things your adored and did quite often to get a reaction out of her. "Y/N Stopp!!" Ally laughed uncontrollably, she pressed the heels of her palm into your chest to try and push you off, but you were relentless."Are you ready to pay me back now?" you pulled away to allow her to catch her breathe.

"wa-wait so...so the tickle attack wasn't the payback?" Ally spoke through her struggle to regulate her breathing." NO way, you owe me big time sooo..." you stopped mid sentence to make sure she was listening to you."SOO what y/n? you know I don't like being left in suspense" you playfully rolled your eyes at her impatience,"SOooo.. you remembered that article that we read and thought was a lie?" you said watching the small gears turn in Ally's head. When she realized what you meant, a pink blush crept it's way onto her chest and face.

"I mean you do owe me baby."you continued to plant more kisses atop her flushed skin, however this time it was slow and filled with a sensual intent. Ally craned her neck to the side to expose more of her skin for you to place your lips upon,"I- i'd like to try that" the way that she stuttered her words were heavenly, you knew you had her where you wanted.When you reached her pulse point you bite down roughly and sucked at the area until you were sure that blood rushed to the surface. You usually weren't allowed to leave hickies on her since she had work, but due to her winning the last election she had gotten a lot more time off to relax and that meant staying home a little longer with you.

Ally laced her hands through your hair as you marked her beautiful skin, while she pulled at your roots for every bite you made. An almost silent whimper escaped Ally's lips, a small indication that she wanted more. Over the months of being together you learnt the little signs she gave when she wanted something. One of the ways being the way she would begin to chew on her nails when she is hungry or the way that she would start to clean when she is stressed, you learned Ally inside out and you loved every inch of her.

With every kiss you bestowed upon her soft skin, you whispered a small ' i love you'. It was soft but Ally was close enough to hear every word. She cherished these moments with you, the way you managed to make every second with her something special and memorable. It was something she held dearly to her heart. As you trailed your lips lower and lower, the coldness in the room made her skin pebbled, the hairs on her body stood up as well with the more kisses you left on her. Touching and caressing every freckle that beautified her body. She was a walking masterpiece indeed. And she was yours.

Watching at how cute and desperately her hips bucked for your attention, you adorned her inner thighs with more kisses, spitefully skipping past the area you knew she needed you the most."Please y/n, I needed you since before you came ho-home. I didn't even try anything" her words invoked a fire within you, a fire fueled with desire and passion to please your girlfriend. Especially since she held back for so long. Out of the kindness in your heart, you decided to skip the foreplay and get right to it. Immediately you wrapped your plump lips around her pink bundle of nerves, sucking in sharp bursts to invoke more pleasure. Your girlfriend threw her head back against the pillows below as she laced and entangled her hands into your hair.

Words mixed of profanity and your name were continuously being moaned and whimpered from Ally's mouth. Hearing her curse shot straight heat to your own core. It was sexy, Ally never used words like that even in anger when Ozzy was around. Thank God he wasn't, you silently thanked the universe."oh Yes Y/n Suck it suck it suck it.." her lewd comments caused the flaem inside of you to burn brighter. You softly kitten licked at her clit, bringing your tongue's attention to the dripping arousal that was caused by you. Slipping your tongue pain stalking slow through her swollen pink folds, to gather and collect the sweet arousal you've been waiting to taste for so long. Ally's nails scrapped along your scalp from the sensation of your tongue.

She was basically dripping honey. The aroma.The taste...all of it was addictive and you couldn't get enough. As you lapped at her cunt, the senator, whose legs you were currently between,were clamping down on your head.It'd really be the best way to go out. But you were far from finished."Ally...we seem to have a problem." you spoke from between her legs, your girlfriend parted her legs and looked at you with worry,"what's the problem?".

"It's just that you taste sweeter than the pineapple." the blood rushed to Ally's cheek making her blush."And why's that bad?" she questioned."It's just that I can't get enough.." you smirked in reply as you returned your head to her dripping core. Taking your middle and ring finger, you ran it up her slit to gather her arousal.As you did so, you toyed at her dripping entrance causing Ally to whimper once more, having teased her enough, you plunged your fingers into her pussy.

Immediately her back arched off the bed, the weak springs in the bed creaked as your woman moved in pleasure. Her head twisting and turning on the pillow. Never stopping from moving inside her, you curled your fingers, grazing and caressing her g spot. She was pulling you in, her warm tight muscles begging for more of you as her arousal dripped down your hand. You loved every moment of this."Faster y/n ...fas-" her second orgasm stopped her mid sentence overtaken by loud moans. Hands fisting and gathering your hair in her palms as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, her head was empty of everything else but your name which she yelled till high heaven.

Your eyes locked onto her pussy, watching as her sensitive entrance fluttered trying to regain normalcy. You couldn't just lay between her legs watching her delicious essence drip onto the sex stained sheet. Ally was tired from her two highs that she had in a row, but she didn't know you intended to collect the rest of her."Ahh shit y/n baby please- please I can't" she felt you softly lick her, she was now pushing your head away from her center.

Tears prickled at the corner of her eyes as she pleaded, it was the most intense orgasm she has had in a while. Looking up at her you smiled and complied to the words of your girlfriend."Very well baby." You missed moments and times like this, just you and her. Usually after sex she would be off scurrying to finish off some work instead of laying beside you. "Next time you'll get to eat the pineapple. I wanna try it.." Ally spoke seductively yet there was a hint of sleepiness in her voice. You turned your head and took in her disheveled state. Only you got to see the pristine and up tight Ally Mayfair like this... you were lucky and grateful for her.

Your girlfriend shot you a small wink before getting off of the bed and making her way to the bathroom, giving you a full view of her plump naked ass. Swaying her hips as she walked away. That was all yours, and you planned to make it so. The diamond ring tucked away behind your clothes in your dresser held that promise...