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loppsided · 2 months

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WARNINGS: fem reader, established relationship, p in v smut, soft smut, oral (fem receiving), dick being completely obsessed and in love with reader, virgin!reader, experienced!dick grayson (obviously), cunninlings, pet names (baby), dick n reader literally wanna become one person lmfao NOTES: this is hbo max titans!dick thats why hes described as having brown eyes and hair, but just insert the attributes of any version you want! first time writing smut so bare with me, apologies if its hella cringey. requests r open go request whatever u want. this was also proofread at 3am so if it doesnt make sense, thats why heh sorry. the ending is sooooo bad but i got lazy. im making a taglist! so if u wanna be added to my dc taglist just comment on this post. MINORS DNI 18+ likes and reblogs appreciated! WC: 1k

soft moans and the rustling of sheets underneath you are the only sounds to be heard in your room, as you grind mindlessly against anything that will create friction on your body. you and dick had been dating for months now and though the topic of sex came up often, whether it be late night conversations about all your desires or the occasional fingering session which had you creaming around his fingers and screaming his name, you haven't had sex yet. you were a virgin, mind plagued by things so much more important than intercourse, and the mere fact that you just didn't have time in your busy schedule to lay down and do any thing. but god did you think about it. and today all your desires would be fulfilled. the conversation was typical, a thousand "are you sure?"s fell from your gentlemen of a boyfriends lips. so here you are now, laying on your back, hands tangled through dicks dark brown locks as he flicked his tongue back and forth slowly at your clit. he took his time, eyes fixated on your expression, your jaw was slack and brows knitted. his hand kneaded into the flesh of your stomach as he held your hand lovingly. a gesture he knew you loved, you always talked about the romance of sex, and how it made it better for both parties. he flattened his tongue against your heat, sucking slowly. his other hand slid down your thighs, grazing the hickeys he had left there only minutes prior. he stuck his ring and middle finger inside of you, pumping at the perfect pace while he swirled his tongue around your pussy. you felt your climax coming soon, you tugged his hair as you bit down hard on your bottom lip. "cum for me baby, let go." his voice was what sent you over the edge, back arching as soft whiny whimpers escaped your throat.

he took his fingers out slowly, moving up your body leaving soft kisses up your torso until he reached your mouth. you kissed for a few seconds until he pulled back, a string of saliva holding you both together as you looked into each others eyes with love. you loved dick, and dick loved you, no matter how many issues you had, or how many times you cried in his arms about how meaningless you felt. he loved you for you, he saw you completely and now his love was taken to a whole other place. now he loved how you tasted. he loved how you moaned his name so pathetically, like you could melt into the sheets at any second and become one with him. like you needed him, like all you wanted was him. his gaze never left yours as he slid into you slowly, wrapping his arms around your back so you could hold him by his neck. "just tell me to stop at any time if its too much, okay?" you nodded. "use your words baby" "yea, il tell you." you whispered looking directly at his lips wanting for him to kiss you again. he was always such a damn gentlemen, and though sometimes it got on your nerves, that's one of the reasons why you fell in love with the brown eyed boy. but right now you didn't want a gentlemen, you wanted him to fuck orgasm after orgasm out of you until you were laying in bed sweaty, barely coherent. his pace started off slow, despite your effort to keep eye contact with your lover, your head lolled back as you closed your eyes. time stood still in that moment, your ears rung (probably from your previous orgasm) and the whole world was gone. it was just you and him, and him inside of you. you had expressed your concerns about potentially not being able to cum during your first time since you usually couldn't finish with just insertion, but as dick sped up, his lips grazing your neck as he praised you, telling you how tight and warm you felt, you could tell you would be cumming in a few minutes. he knew all the right spots, where to hold and squeeze you, where to kiss you, to rip those beautiful noises he loved so much from you. and that's exactly what happened. dick noticed your needy claws at his back, as your breathe increased and you started babbling nonsense about "being there." his lips left your neck as he looked at you. "you gonna cum? huh? you almost there baby?" your eyes opened, the look on your face sent shockwaves of pleasure through his body, knowing he made you feel this good. "ye-mm yea mm-hmm i think m'gonna uhhh-" you cut yourself off with a breathy whine as you buried your face in his shoulder and looked down at your bodies connecting. it tuned you on even more, dicks thick cock pumping in and out of you. a ring of white cream around the base of his dick. sweat beads rolling down his abs and his abs tensing and contracting as you could tell he was also close.

the only words you could get out were his name over and over and over and god that made dick feel like a king. his grip around you tightened as he focused on going as deep as possible, he was determined to make you cum around his dick at least twice tonight. your eyes shot opened as you screamed and arched into dick as you came. "oh fuck- fuck- fuck- dick.." he pressed his forehead to yours as loud throaty groans passed from his mouth to yours, he came with a moan and his fingernails dug crescent shaped marks into your back. his high hit him hard, as all he said was "so good, so good for me, feel so good baby." and your name over and over and over.

you two definitely went a few more rounds that night.

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peterparkersnose · 2 years

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pairing: Joel Miller x fem!reader

word count: 3.4k

warnings: attack description, clicker attack, nightmares, anxiety, wound description, angst, denial of feelings, alcohol mentioned, swearing, mentions and descriptions of gun use, near death experience (if u can’t handle the game don’t read)

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a/n ive played tlou 3x and tlou2 2x (going through my second round rn) so shut up pls i dont want any of the ‘you only like joel bc hes pedro’ fr come on ive been playing this game since i was 12. (i’m not like other girls 🥵) jackson joel just does something to me mmmm. wrote this nov 18 ‘22 saved for today

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summary Y/N gets attacked by a clicker during an intense time with Joel

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You could feel the air escaping your lungs at a dangerous rate. The rifle at your side slammed against your thigh as you kept running. The thick forest was just as you remembered it; wet, cold, and dark.

You were outnumbered. Mostly runners, but you spotted a few clickers. The brush on the forest floor wasn’t helping. Your heavy breathing and the sloshing of your boots against the snowy ground were making too much noise.

Where the fuck was Ellie?

3 bullets. Rifle was empty, spent that on some sharp shooting up the hill on some runners you and Ellie found in the town. How stupid were you? Those were an easy kill with a knife. But your childish games on who could get the best headshot left you empty.

Your heart dropped as the rock formation appeared. It was too high. It covered the forest like the earth split into two. That is when you came to terms, and you had to come to it quickly.

You were going to die.

Soon enough, the first runner appeared. Easy kill. One down, maybe 7 to go?

Where the fuck was Ellie?

The next one came. Two down. Three at a time now? A fucking clicker followed them? You wished the brush was tall enough to hide in.

It was useless fighting off three runners at a time with a clicker on their heels. This was it. Death.

The stone wall was cool against your backside. You hugged your knees to your chest as you pulled out your handgun.

At least the clicker would have a good meal.

Shot- one down. Shot- another. The clicker sped up. Shot, wounded but not dead. Quick slice with the knife. Dead.

The shrieking screams of the clicker engulfed your senses as the monster came running at you. It’s flailing arms we’re the last thing you were prepared to see.

You felt the hands on your shoulder. Dead hands of a monster, unspeakable to most. The hands grabbed your shoulders, but no bite came.

Just blinding white noise and a splatter on your face.

You had convinced yourself you were dead. You would never see anyone again. You had died the same death as your father years prior. The death that left you alone.

“Dad?” you managed to mutter out.

The white noise turned into ringing as two hands held your shoulder and shook you.

“Y/N? Y/N please, are you okay?”

Ellie.

“Maria I found her! Here!”

Cloth material wiped over your eyes and they opened. Ellie, splattered with blood stood in front of you with the most panicked look you had ever seen on the girls face.

“Your okay!” she yelled at you, wrapping her arms around you.

Sitting besides you two was the headless clicker that should have killed you.

***

You should be dead. Get this horrible life over with. Dead with your father, with the mother you never knew. Living a life without this disease, these creatures. Free of pain.

When you woke up in the medical wing you were pretty sure almost the whole town was there. You felt like an item on display at a museum. Looking over all the eyes, you most definitely were not searching for his. The whole reason you volunteered to go out with Ellie that day instead of Dina. And of course, he was not there. Why would he be?

“She’s awake!” someone yelled from the crowd. Every eye in the room seemed to fall on you at once. The nurse pushed past the group of people and went to your side.

“For heavens sake! Get out!” the nurse yelled to the group of onlookers. “Give her some goddamn space.” you heard from the crowd as people started to walk towards the exit.

Everyone wanted a look at the girl who survived a clicker attack.

“Hey,” she said, slowly approaching you and sitting on the chair next to your bed. “Ellie!” you exclaimed, embracing the girl tightly. “What happened?” you asked Ellie, releasing your grip on her and settling back into the bed.

The bond had been there since the day you met her. You always remember the look of the scared little girl on the back of Joel’s horse when they first entered Jackson. The bond you two had helped her grow into the person she is now. Ellie had always described you as an older sister. But Ellie was always there for you, and you for her. She was your best friend, platonic soulmate. And a damn good shot.

“I killed it,” she said bluntly. “I-I came at the right time it was about to bite you and- you should have seen it Y/N my shotgun did a number on that thing.”

“A-am I infected?” you asked, looking down at your body for the first time. Your tank top was still on, your jacket was missing. Your jeans were covered in dry blood and smelt of pine needles.

“It’s been three days. You got some pretty nasty scratches though. Sick looking if you ask me. Scars of a warrior.” she added, referring to her tattoo.

And that’s when you saw them. The claw marks were sewn shut on your left shoulder. Your eyes widened as you began to panic. You began to squirm and the pain set in.

“Hey, hey calm down. She took care of you. Best nurse in town, I made sure.” Ellie said, grabbing your good shoulder and stroking your arm to calm you down.

“The doctors said if your vitals stay stable for the next few hours you can go home. Dina and I cleaned up the place for you,” Ellie smiled, stroking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“What have people been saying?” you asked, holding her hand tightly in yours. “That your a hero. You cleared out that building and we found a stash of food that’s going to last for… well, probably a good year. That’s amazing Y/N! They found baby formula for JJ- tons of it. You were right it was the old warehouse.”

A small smile rose to your lips but Ellie could tell what you really wanted to hear about.

What Joel had been saying.

And Joel hasn’t said much. Tommy had told him a brief description in passing of what happened when it was happening. He figured you were dead when they sent out a rescue wagon for you. He even watched as Maria’s horse lead in your body. Ellie was sitting with you in her arms screaming for a nurse, your whole left arm was covered in blood. What was visible of your face was white as a sheet and you weren’t moving. Joel had to silently give up the inkling of what could have been. Hell, you were the first girl who he even considered after his divorce over thirty years ago. It had to end one day and he had to silently agree with it.

“I don’t…” Ellie began, following with a sigh. “Y/N, don’t get yourself worked up over it. It’s not worth it.” Ellie began, knowing her friend too well. “Did he even come and see me?” you asked, looking to Ellie’s eyes. She couldn’t look into yours. She closed her eyes for a quick moment and shook her head. “No,” she whispered.

“Am I a fool?” you asked her. “I’m not sure,” she replied, weary.

The whole reason you went with her instead of Dina was because of Joel. You most definitely could not face him that day after the previous night.

He had knocked on your door a little after nine. He noticed a change in your demeanor today when he came in the room while teaching the some of the kids how to shoot. He wanted to make sure you were okay. Joel felt like he had some responsibility over you to make sure you were always okay because of what happened.

Joel was the one who was with your father when he died.

Sure, he was older than you. You weren’t sure exactly, but he was younger than your father by many years. The attraction from your end started when you saw him drunk off his ass during a celebration dancing with Tommy in the bar. It was the most unconventionally attractive thing, but it flipped some switch in you. When your dad died he taught you how to perfect your aim and kill efficiently. Never crossing any line because you were his dead friend’s daughter. And you were so close to Ellie. Ellie wasn’t too fond of your crush that you confided in her, but she grew to love the idea. Her family.

He came and visited you a little after nine. You were about to slip into bed before you heard the knock on your door. The night was cold and your pajama pants and thin tank top was not cutting it. You invited him inside. He had brought you a tiny gift to lift your mood; a bottle of gin. Your favorite. And you two drank at least half of that bottle of gin. You talked about everything from your father’s death to the time Tommy accidentally washed his clothes with Maria’s pink bra and still has an abundance of pink clothing to this day. The gin was most definitely speaking when you told him how you felt.

And he left.

“Let it go for now- okay? We’re gonna get you out of here and back home.” Ellie reassured you. Nodding your head, you fell back into the cold bed and closed your eyes just wishing it could all go away.

Home was empty as it could be. The bottle of gin sat on your coffee table. Your bed was made for the first time in years. Your work station was organized and all of your pens and art supplies were cleaned. You had remembered when Joel gave you those pens, he found them one day and thought of you. Your rifles now hung on your wall. Definitely was Dina’s idea, but you liked it. A tiny gift wrapped in a beige paper with a tiny bit of twine around it sat under your newly mounted rifles.

“Woo hoo. Christmas.” you said to yourself sarcastically. Kneeling down, you opened the package.

Bullets.

For safe keeping, ~Maria

Of course it was from Maria. She always played the mother you never had when she wanted to.

The immense feeling of sleep hit you like a brick wall. I guess being attacked by a clicker and living was a strenuous activity. All you wanted now to do was sleep. Unmaking the nicely folded sheets, you melted back into your bed. The sun was setting in your window and the horses were coming in for the day. You could hear them trotting past your window. You wondered if Joel was just feet away. It was what now… Thursday? You couldn’t remember if he still did the Thursday shift or if he switched with someone else. Who cares, sleep was creeping up slowly and the thought of Joel set you out cold.

The forest was blacker than usual. Without a doubt, you recognized where you were. Running again. All you seemed to do was run now these days. Taking a brief look back while you ran through the forest, you stopped as you realized a whole hoard of clickers were just at your heels. You didn’t have time to react. They were on you ripping your flesh off your body. The dream never seemed to end. You felt each bite and tear of your flesh until-

“Y/N!” Maria screamed, shaking you awake and still being mindful of your wound. “Fuck!” you screamed, sobbing into her arms. “Fuckfuckfuckfuck!” you continued, squirming in bed as she held you.

Your door was wide open and it was now pitch black out. The screams alerted security, and they called for a search of the town. Tommy quickly found the source of the screams and sent Maria in.

Standing outside your door was Tommy, peering in on the sight of his wife with you.

“Gather people. She needs to be watched.” Maria commanded Tommy as she held your shaking body. Too many people had left their homes now to look at the scene and disrupted the peaceful night.

Ellie sat with your head in her lap, slowly stroking your hair trying to get you to fall asleep. “Don’t worry. Nobody in this town will let anything happen to you. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

The whole previous night you didn’t sleep. You stared at your wall and just thought. And that whole day you delved yourself in drawings you hadn’t finished or poems you had the inspiration for. Took a shower. You looked through your closet and picked out a fresh outfit. You tried all the little things that usually worked on your old self, but your old self was gone.

That bottle of gin sat on your coffee table and haunted you throughout the day as well. You didn’t have the heart to throw it away, or the mindset to drink it. So there it sat. Pitiful.

You were at a loss for words. No words could describe the immense amount of pain re living that memory caused last night.

Ellie began to hum a tune. It was sweet and reminded you of something innocent. Your eyes began to get heavy. “You ready?” she asked, fluffing up your pillow. Reluctantly, you shook your head yes.

The absolute end was there and tiredness finally seeped in. Distraught sleep left and peaceful sleep took its place.

Ellie dimmed your lamp and smoothed the covers on your bed. It reminded you of the time you took care of Ellie years ago when she was sick. “Sweet dreams,” she said, giving your forehead a brief kiss.

Mumbling was heard outside your door, but you didn’t care.

The field was beautiful. Finally, peace. The flowers stemmed beautifully and the sun shown down on your face. Your hands ran through the fresh green grass. Laying in the rays, you suddenly felt the field get smaller. Sitting up, you realized the sun had disappeared and the field was getting smaller and smaller by the second. The sudden edge of a forest was getting closer and closer. And then with one blink you were back. The forest erected around you. You were back.

“No, no…” he heard from your house. Joel’s interest peaked from the grounds left in his coffee mug to the silent struggles in your bedroom. He lifted himself off your porch chair and looked through your window. You were writhing in bed.

“Ellie!” you let out the first yell. It was so loud that it startled Joel to his core and began a flight of panic. Joel didn’t hesitate to burst your door open. “Ellie don’t leave!” you yelled again.

“Hey,” he said softly, patting your shoulder. A loud groan of pain came from your lips. Joel’s heart sank as the feelings on guilt he felt for letting you go on patrol that day set in once again.

“Y/N!” he whisper yelled, yanking your body over to face him. Your eyes shot open. Ripped from the dream into another one.

You looked him up and down. This wasn’t real. It was another dream. Tears welled up in your eyes as you shut them tight, praying you would wake up somewhere else.

“It was a bad dream,” he whispered, resting his hand on your thigh. His thumb patiently rubbed your thigh as your breathing sped up. Your legs matched up perfectly, knees facing him. Your face was buried in your hands that were now grasping at your eyes.

“Stop it,” Joel hissed, grabbing your manic hands tightly. “This isn’t real,” you cried out, sobs following it.

His heart seemed to break into a million pieces when you started to full on cry. The last time he dealt with a crying girl it was Ellie. Wait- no, maybe it was Sarah. He honestly wasn’t sure, but it was most definitely years ago.

“Everything is alright. I know how it is. I-I didn’t sleep for a few days after my first clicker encounter. Those things are nasty fuckers.” he said, his hand returning to your thigh trying to soothe you. He was clueless on what he was supposed to do.

At this point, you realized you weren’t dreaming. He was here. His hand was on your thigh. He was sitting on your bed. You were in a tank top that cut a little too low for your liking.

Your teary eyes looked up and met his. He hadn’t moved his gaze off of your face. He gave you a soft reassuring smile.

Joel cursed himself for letting his feelings creep back in. This was wrong anyways, he felt sick any time he thought about you. The pit of his stomach couldn’t handle it much more, he had pretty much forgotten about you (as much as he would like to admit). But when Tommy assigned him second watch of you that night, he just knew it had trouble written all over it.

“Go back to sleep now. Pretty girls need their beauty sleep.” he said, instantly regretting it.

That line worked on Sarah, but in a whole different way with a much different meaning. He wanted to suck back in the words as fast as he said them.

Letting a tense breathe go, he steadied himself on your bed frame and made his way to the door.

He had made his way to the door as you spoke.

“Joel?”

His hand stopped his motion as it rested on the top of your door frame.

“Yeah?” he asked, turning around.

“W-will you stay? Just for a little bit.” you said, stuttering as you realized how large his body was compared to your door.

He paused. “I suppose.”

You moved your legs so he would have enough room to sit next to you. You heard his knee crack as he sat down on the low rise bed. His legs sat upward as he leant a hand behind your legs to steady himself.

“I’m sorry.” you said. It had to be said, what better time than now? “I don’t want to hear your apologies.” he huffed. “It was inappropriate.” you spit out again. “No- Y/N, stop. Please.” he asked. “You need to get some sleep.”

“I can’t sleep. Every time I sleep I go… back there. I can’t.” you whimpered. He sighed, groaning and wiping his brow.

“What would you like me to do about it? I can’t do anything.”

“Stay.”

Joel was left confused on how your calmness met his angry tone. He knew you well, he was surprised you weren’t screaming in his face. You didn’t take shit. You were being patient for once in your life.

Oh, how you’ve changed since the attack.

“I’m here. What more do you want from me?” he asked. His tone had extra edge of anger to it that was fueled with a faint passion.

In the darkness, you reached for his hand. It was coarse and dry, with many various scars and callouses you could feel just with a slight touch. He instinctively pulled back a bit, but gave in within the second. Wrapping your fingers with his, you places his hand back on your thigh.

“Y/N I-”

“The thing you were doing before on my leg. It was nice.”

“Oh,” he said, defeating the original thought from his head. His thumb began slowly moving in circles once again.

You were showing him what you needed.

He watched as your sad face closed your eyes and sighed. You felt safe for the first time in days.

Joel felt the pit in his stomach widen and fully consume him. The girl who practically raised Ellie from when she arrived; his dead friend’s daughter; one of the best damn killers in all of Jackson; Y/N. God, he was in so much trouble with his morals.

“I’m too far deep in this shit,” he muttered to himself, rubbing his forehead with his free hand.

Your eyes fluttered open to see him. “What?” you asked.

“I can’t…” he said, beginning to shake his knee up and down. “What?” repeated yourself in a confused tone.

His strong body swept over yours. He grabbed your shoulder ever so softly and perched you in his arms. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck.

No initiative had to be made besides the movement of your lips against his. Your hand wrapped itself in his hair, playing softly as he held your back strongly. A slight moan came from his lips that he instantly regretted when you accidentally tugged ever so slightly on his graying strands of hair. For the split second that you two separated gasping for air, he pulled you tighter.

“You don’t know how long I’ve been fighting this,” he whispered on your lips. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this,” you sighed, staring back at his scruffy face.

Joel came back to his senses. He felt different. He could never go back to the same person he was a minute ago. His world revolved around something new. No more obsessing over patrol and how to appease Tommy. No more worrying over how Ellie could handle herself. No more worrying about his aching joints and the fear of getting older. Something new became the center of his universe. He had folded.

The girl laying in his arms who now rested her head against his chest.

“You really need sleep darlin’,” he sighed. You sighed in resistance.

“You want me to stay?” he asked, looking down at your exhausted face.

“Please.”

You moved over in your bed as he made himself comfortable. Joel never realized how much larger he was than you until he slept with you in his arms.

You layed on his chest as one arm wrapped around your shoulders. His hand rested comfortably on your shoulder.

“Thank you.” you whispered. He placed a small kiss on your head. Your arms wrapped around your stomach, making yourself more comfortable in his embrace. The only sound in the room was your soft breathing.

“Go to sleep now. Your safe with me, my sweet girl.”

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gojosnympho · 1 year

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use me - c.jh

pairing: jongho x black!fem!reader

genre: smut

word count: 1.9k

content warnings: friends to lovers, unprotected sex (no), oral sex (m receiving), breast play, dirty talk, rough-ish sex, multiple orgasms

synopsis: you offer to help your friend with his problem.

playlist: please me - bruno mars ft cardi b

author’s note: jongho has had me by my throat BAD lately so i finally got the will to finish this fic i started two months back! i also did NOT proofread this shit my bad y’all. i hope you love it anyways tho🥹🩷

tags: @ariesunz for you boo!

“are you even listening to me, jongho?” you asked him. he wasn’t but it’s not because he wasn’t interested in what you were talking about, of course not. he was always interested in what you had to say, he was your friend after all. that’s why he felt so guilty about why he wasn’t listening to you. he was too focused on the way your boobs looked in your top to even begin to comprehend what you were saying.

“i’m sorry, love. what were you saying?” he asked, diverting his breath away from your boobs back to your eyes.

“i was just asking what movie you wanted to watch,” your words made jongho snap back to reality. both of you were sat on your apartment’s big comfy couch because… that’s right! it’s movie night. like it is every friday night. your boobs looked so good he’d forgotten what was happening. he felt like a stupid, horny teenager. he was a grown ass man for god’s sake, but the curve of your breasts and the way he could almost…almost see down your shirt had him going insane.

“you pick,” jongho told you.

“i picked last week,” you complained with a whine.

“fine,” he grabbed the remote that you held and began clicking through all the options hbo max had to offer. he looked over at you again, his eyes zeroing in on your boobs once again. he wondered if you’d let him touch them but he pushed that thought away. you were his friend.

“while you figure that out i’m gonna go get a snack. do you want something?”

“no. thank you though.”

you nodded politely and got up to walk towards your kitchen. jongho really did try to keep his eyes on the tv in front of him but it was almost instinct the way his eyes became glued to your ass. he watched you all the way to the kitchen until you disappeared around the corner. his heart was pounding in his chest and blood was rushing to his dick. he tried to pull himself together by going back to scrolling on the tv. he finally decided on a random movie that looked interesting enough, hopefully you liked it. you came back with a bag of your favorite chips and sat back down next to jongho.

“did you pick something?” you asked him.

“yup,” is all he could muster. he was so fucking pent up he felt like he was going to explode.

he pressed play in hopes that the movie would take his mind off of how horny he was for you. he didn’t know what the fuck his problem was. he always thought you were pretty, he had eyes he could see that. he always thought you had a nice body too, what was so different today? was it the fact that he hasn’t had sex in a while?

“jongho, what the hell do you have me watching?”

jongho was too busy staring at you again to even worry about the movie that was playing. he looked away from you to the big flat screen tv that was in front of you to see the most explicit sex scene you would’ve thought you were watching porn. jongho grabbed the remote and paused the scene before it could go any further. blood was rushing to his dick again and he was so painfully hard in his pants he thought he could cum untouched.

“i’m sorry. i just clicked a random movie,” he explained himself, blush dusting his tan cheeks.

“are you okay, honey? you look sick,” you reached out to touch his face to check for a fever. your hands were so soft, he wanted them to touch something else.

“can i be honest?”

“mhm,” you hummed with a nod.

“i really, really need you right now.”

“need me?” you asked in confusion. it didn’t click in your brain until you look down at his lap and saw how his sweats were tented by his erection. “jongho…”

“i’m so sorry. i’ll leave if you want,” you shook your head at his words.

“what do you want me to do for you?” you asked him, crawling over to him.

“i can’t let you do that.”

“but i want to, jjong. please let me help you,” you said with the cutest pout on your plump lips.

something snapped in him because without thinking too hard about it, he stood up from the couch and pulled you up with him. he kissed you, shoving his tongue in your mouth and his hands reached behind you to grab your ass. after he squeezed it, he left a rough smack on both cheeks causing you to jolt forward and moan into his mouth.

“you sure you want this? i’m not gonna be gentle,” he told you, pulling only slightly away from your messy make out session. your lips were still connected by a string of spit.

“use me to make you feel good,” you assured him.

he kissed you one more time before pushing you down to your knees. you looked up at him with your dark brown eyes and he almost…almost felt bad about how he was going to ruin you. jongho pulled his shirt over his head, followed by dropping the sweatpants he was wearing to his ankles. the only thing that kept you from seeing him fully was the calvin klein briefs. he grabbed himself through the fabric, squeezing it until he let out a faint moan. you were drooling now; you wanted to taste him so badly.

“you want it?” he asked you.

“yes.”

“tell me what you want then, sweetie,” your friend teased you, again squeezing his dick in his large hand.

“wanna suck your dick. wanna make you feel good,” you replied, reaching up to replace his hand with your own. you squeezed him and watched as he turned into mush from just your touch. you hooked your fingers into his briefs and pulled them down to join the sweatpants that were pooled around his ankles.

you were shocked to see what he’d been packing in his pants for the year that you’d known him. it was thick with veins running up and down the length. it was longer than you’d expected too. you couldn’t wait to feel him inside of you.

“you have a pretty dick.”

“suck on it then,” jongho said. he grabbed your hair in one hand and his dick in the other. he slapped the pretty pink tip on your lips before sliding himself into your mouth. he hissed, squeezing his eyes shut at the feeling of your warm mouth. he opened them to look down at you. you looked so pretty like this, he thought. your mouth full of dick. “you’re so fucking good at this, huh?”

you kept sucking him off. every once in awhile jongho thrusted his hips up making his dick hit the back of your throat. you had tears in your eyes from how deep he was.

he pulled you off of him, “you like me using you? this what you want?”

“i love it. i want more.”

so he gave it to you. he kicked his bottoms out of the way so that he could undress you. he all but ripped off your top. he started to place kisses all over your chest that were soft initially but they soon turned rough and bruising. jongho’s lips were on one of your breasts, sucking on the perky brown nipple while his fingers tugged on the other.

“feels good, jjong,” you moaned, carding your fingers through his hair.

he was obsessed with your boobs. he sucked and kissed on them until your pussy was a weeping, drooling mess. you kept squirming so he disconnected his lips from your other nipple to focus on undressing your bottom half. jongho didn’t speak when he grabbed you up and put you face down ass up on your plushy, pink carpet. in this position, he could see everything. your pretty pussy was just begging to be fucked the way it was soaked and damn near dripping.

“i don’t have a condom,” jongho said.

“just pull out. please, i need you,” you whined with a swivel of your hips. just that small movement made your ass jiggle and made jongho lose his mind even more.

“you want my dick that bad, sweetie?”

“i need it. i need to feel you, jjong. please, fuck me,” you whined some more. your whining and begging turned him on to the point he couldn’t wait anymore. he used one hand to grab your hip, the other he used to like himself up at your tight pussy. he pushed in, slowly.

“you’re so fucking tight,” jongho grunted through clenched teeth. he used both of his hands to grip your hips when he picked up the pace of his thrusts.

your skin felt hot all over. all you could do was moan while he fucked you because every other thought was static and white noise. he started fucking you even harder, his hands gripping your hips so hard you knew he was gonna leave bruises; bruises that you’d wear proudly. you cried out, your nails digging into your carpet, your pussy squeezing around his fat dick. his one hand moved from your hip to your shoulder for more leverage to pound into your pussy even deeper. you cried out his name in pleasure and craned your neck to look at him.

he smiled deviously at you, “making this pussy feel good, baby?”

“so fucking good,” you replied.

he was fucking you so good you understood why some girls couldn’t leave niggas alone. he was fucking drilling you. you didn’t think your legs were going to work properly after this.

“fuck me back, sweetie,” jongho encouraged you, leaving a stinging smack on your ass cheek. you complied with his wishes, backing your pretty ass up on his pelvis. jongho was in heaven watching the way your ass rippled every time you moved against him. “that’s my good fucking girl.” he praised smacking your ass again.

you kept at it for what felt like hours; fucking each other like rabbits until you creamed all over his dick with a loud moan that probably woke your neighbors. jongho wasn’t done though. he pulled out of your pussy and flipped you on your back. he pushed back in almost as quickly as he pulled out.

“wanna see your pretty face when i’m making myself cum from this pussy.” his dirty words not only made heat gather in your cheeks but your pussy fluttered around him. he smiled at you before giving you a sweet kiss on the lips that was a stark contrast to the way he was fucking you. his thumb came in contact with your clit, rubbing in small circles so you could cum again. you were still so sensitive from your first orgasm that this one came down faster and twice as hard.

“shit, jongho!” you cried out as you orgasmed again. your heart was beating out of your chest and your ears were ringing and you swore you were seeing stars.

“fuck, baby. fuck!” jongho grunted. he pulled out just before he could nut inside of you. his seed splattered on the soft skin of your tummy. you scooped up his cum with your fingers and brought them to your mouth, sucking them with a moan. jongho watched you with low hooded eyes and his chest still rising and falling from his own orgasm.

“you taste so good, jjong.”

jongho smiled and then leaned down to kiss your lips, “feeling alright?” he helped you up from the floor and sat you on the couch.

“mhm,” you confirmed with a nod. “we should do this again.”

“i’d love to.”

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heauxvibez · 5 months

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Born Again Virgin III

warning: none, enjoy!

"I'm not sure I can handle this," Amaia whimpered, sinking into Micah's embrace.

Micah held her close, gently stroking her back, offering what comfort she could to her friend who was clearly feeling sexually frustrated.

"But it's only been a few hours," she murmured, pulling Amaia's head to her chest.

"You don't get it. This guy is not just fine. He's like, f-i-o-n-e fine," Amaia explained.

"Wow, that fine?" Micah exclaimed.

Amaia sat up, reaching for her phone on the table. She scrolled through Google images until she found a picture of Roman.

Passing the phone to Micah, she watched as her friend gasped at the sight.

"Oh, Maia. I'll pray for you, girl. You weren't kidding about him being fine. He's definitely something," Micah remarked.

Amaia sighed, snatching her phone back. Micah could sense the weight of the situation. Amaia was committed to her vow of abstinence, and if she broke it, it would hit her hard.

"How about this," Micah suggested, swiftly taking the phone and securing it before placing it back on the table.

She interlocked her fingers, her eyes gleaming with a plan.

"Why don't you slip into something cozy, and then we can binge-watch some Martin?"

"Really?" Amaia's voice sparkled with excitement.

"I can't think of a better way to spend my day off, boo."

"Well, alrighty then."

Amaia bounded off the couch, dashing into her bedroom like an eager child.

Micah chuckled, clicking the remote and queuing up all five seasons of Martin on HBO Max.

As she hit play, a few knocks echoed at the door. She approached the door, peering through the peephole.

A slight frown creased her lips. The figure was too tall to see clearly. In a world where danger lurked around every corner, she hesitated to open the door to a stranger.

People can be unpredictable. One misstep could lead to a kidnapping, harm, and all sorts of awful scenarios. She was definitely a worst-case scenario type of thinker. Right now, opening the door felt like a risky move.

"Who is it?!" she called out, her ear pressed against the cold, polished wood.

"Your new neighbor," a deep voice replied.

Ah, yes, the new neighbor. She recalled seeing boxes in the hallway earlier, even stumbling over one as she fetched her mail.

With a click, the door swung open, revealing the towering figure leaning against the frame.

His eyes widened with concern as he observed the smaller woman's startled expression.

It was the same guy Amaia had shown her a picture of.

"Um, hey... I'm your new neighbor, Joe. I came to introduce myself, but by the look on your face, I'm guessing you already knew that," he chuckled.

"Micah, who's that?" Amaia queried, pulling her braids into a neat ponytail.

Micah slammed the door, shutting out the person on the other side.

"Just some... uh, girl scouts... selling, you know, girl scout stuff. Cookies and..stuff. I told them we didn't want anything.." she stammered with a nervous giggle.

Their new neighbor persisted despite Micah's efforts to make the man disappear. Micah let out a grunt.

"Seriously, dude," she muttered under her breath.

"Move," Amaia gently nudged her friend aside, taking matters into her own hands. With a bright smile, she flung the door open, anticipating a troop of uniformed children clutching boxes of cookies.

But her excitement quickly turned into shock when she laid eyes on the familiar face, causing her to let out a startled scream that made the man jump.

"Joe?!"

He grinned. "Hey, Amaia. Didn't know you lived here too."

Shaking her head to regain composure, Amaia asked, "What do you mean, 'lived here too'?"

"I just moved in. I'm your new neighbor, right across from you," Joe explained.

This ain't nothin' but the Devil's work.

"Are you okay?" Roman noticed, observing Amaia's twitching eye, a telltale sign of her losing her shit.

"I'm fine," she replied through clenched teeth, her voice strained.

He flashed his perfect teeth once more, pulling her into a tight embrace. "I guess I'll be seeing you a lot more often, neighbor," he remarked, emphasizing the words as he squeezed her tightly.

Reluctantly, Amaia returned the hug. The sensation of his muscles through his shirt against her own body made her weak.

She could have stayed there forever.

But the disappointment hit when he released her. Despite her inner turmoil, she forced a smile as he made his way across the hall to his condo.

"See you tomorrow," he called out, loud enough for her to hear, as he unlocked his door.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow," Amaia whispered, slowly closing the door before sliding down against it.

With a whimper, she bit her lip, battling her inner desires.

"How am I supposed to do this? He's so sexy, and perfect, and he smells so good. Did you hear his voice? It sounds like sex. Not only do I have to work for him, I live 8 feet away from him as well. I can't."

Micah squatted down in front of Amaia, taking her hands into hers.

"Listen, you're going to get through this virgin thing, okay? You know why? Because I'm going to help you. I'll make sure you don't do anything with any man, no matter how fine he is... Jesus, and he is fine."

Amaia lightly slapped Micah's hand. "What? He is! You're lucky I'm not a triflin' ass friend, or I'd be over there knocking boots. But watch out for Kaydence, she'll steal your man."

Amaia rolled her eyes. "He's not my man. She can have him. I'm not feeling him like that. I just find him attractive."

"Yeah, right. I know you. I can tell when you're into someone, and you were not trying to let that man go."

"Psh, I've only known him for a few hours."

"And knowing you, you fall for people within a couple of days. That's why you're always having one-night stands. You get it in once, and no feelings are involved because they're out of your bed before the sun comes up."

Her face scrunched up in confusion. "That doesn't even make sense."

"You don't make sense!" Micah chuckled.

"Whatever," Amaia laughed, getting up and walking to the couch with her roommate trailing behind her.

They watched two seasons of Martin before both falling asleep on the couch.

Knocks against their door woke Amaia up. Groaning, she checked the time on her phone.

12:32 AM

Rubbing the crust from her eyes, she approached the door, already knowing who it was without bothering to look through the peephole.

"Kaydence, why are you always forgetting your keys every nig—Joe?" she asked, surprised to see her neighbor instead of her best friend.

Joe rubbed the back of his neck, hesitating with his movements, clearly consumed by his thoughts. His bottom lip caught between his teeth, looking amazing even though he was only wearing plaid pajama pants and a black t-shirt.

His eyes wandered over Amaia's body, taking in her attire—a loose-fitting black tank top and black boxer shorts that hugged her figure. Her thick, ebony legs secretly drove him crazy. He'd kill to have those wrapped around his waist.

He would be lying if he said Amaia hadn't been on his mind all day. Since seeing her, he couldn't shake her image from his thoughts. To him, she was perfection, flawless in every way.

He considered it a blessing that she worked for him and lived right across from him.

A blush crept across Amaia's cheeks as he continued to scan her body with his dark eyes. She became nervous as he stepped closer, his gaze fixated on her lips. His hands wrapped around her waist, bending down to kiss her.

She wanted to stop him, but it felt like she was paralyzed.

When his lips touched hers, she melted into his embrace. Grabbing onto his biceps, she slipped her tongue between his lips, forgetting about her rule against sex.

Roman moaned into the kiss, his hands moving to grab her bottom.

Now they were in her doorway, lost in each other, oblivious to the world around them.

He pulled away, sucking on her bottom lip in the process.

Her breathing was uneven, stomach full of butterflies as he panting against her lips.

"I just came to say goodnight.."

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Yall foldin'? Or would you be able to resist?

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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 1 year

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Secrets (3)

Pairings: Wanda X Reader, Natasha X Reader

This fic is inspired by the song Secret by the Pierces and the HBO Max show Love and Death. I recommend listening to the song before reading but it's not necessary

Warnings- 18+ Smut (Mommy Kink, Orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, rough strap on sex, praise and degrading, thigh riding, crying during sex, choking, brief hair pulling and spanking), dark thoughts, small amount of angst

Please consider these warnings before reading.

Chapter 3- Tell Mommy What You Want. (4.5k words)

Other Chapters: 1, 2, 4, 5

Tell Mommy What You Want.

Why when we do our darkest deeds do we tell? They burn in our brains, become a living hell 'Cause everybody tells Everybody tells

When the door swung open, the shy smile on your face fell at the deadly look you were met with, her hand clasping at your shirt and dragging you into the motel room. With a slam, your back hit the door, her lips meeting yours just as roughly while her hands wasted no time in travelling down your body, slipping under your skirt and sliding your panties to the side.

"Fuck Wanda," you moaned into her mouth, her lips silencing your desperate plea as arousal clouds your mind, body melting into her touch. Her tongue dominates your mouth, a whimper leaving you at her actions as her fingers circle your clit before sliding through the slick that had swiftly built between your thighs.

"Already so wet," she mumbles, a moan escaping you at the mere tone of her voice, her eyes peering down into yours. You were hypnotised by the green of her eyes, the pure lust and desire swirling in them.

You both hold eye contact as she thrusts two fingers straight inside you, a guttural noise ripped out of you while your head lolls back against the door, her pace relentless. Her slender digits slide in and out of you in the perfect rhythm, curling them at just the right spots to have you whimper and whine her name pathetically. You can feel the smirk playing on her lips as her mouth litters your neck in hot-opened mouth kisses, the sensation burning pleasantly into your skin.

Your legs soon give in, the pleasure coursing through your body too much as you feel your orgasm quickly approaching. Wanda notices how your pussy clenches around her, spasming at the way her fingers pump in and out of you expertly, and moves her head to face yours, her free hand reaching to the back of your head, fingers threading through your head and tugging on it to make you look into her eyes.

"Look at me Detka," she rasps out, her eyes significantly darker than before, jaw clenching. Your eyes meet hers, another wave of arousal crashing powerfully over you at the pure dominance radiating off of her. A groan leaves her lips at the filthy sounds of your wetness, a broken moan escaping you when you can feel your orgasm about to tear through your body.

"Fuck, I'm close," your tone is nothing but submissive, the desperate tone almost able to change Wanda's mind. Almost. "Wanda please, please can I come?" Your hands reach out to her hips, clutching onto her as if your life depended on it.

"Oh Detka," she chuckles out teasingly, a sinister tone taking over her voice as you watch how her eyes switch to something...primal. "Did you really think I wouldn't know?" she rasps out at the shell of your ear, biting down before letting out another malicious chuckle that sent a shiver running down your spine.

"Know what?" your tone nervous as her hand moves from your hair to your throat, her head tilting slightly and oh fuck.

"Don't play games with me Dorogaya," she grits out, her fingers still sliding into your dripping cunt, legs starting to shake as you try to clamp your thighs around her hand. "What did I tell you yesterday?" she muses, kissing you roughly once more, biting down on your lip to hear you let out that pitiful noise she loves so much. She hums cockily when you don't respond, simply sliding her fingers out of you, the whine that left you instantly being silenced by her pointed look, frustration filling you at being denied your release. "I said this," her hand spanks your core, hips bucking off the wall abruptly while a loud moan is torn from the back of your throat, "Was mine."

"I'm sorry-"

"Ah ah," she interrupts with a smirk at your flustered form, cutting off your excuse while her mouth inches closer to yours, her hand spanking your core once more, the pain mixing with pleasure. "Sluts don't get to speak unless asked to," she rasps out, an affected sigh leaving your lips as you try to control yourself. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, arousal fogging your mind as Wanda toyed around with you.

"This body," she slowly lets her eyes rake over you, teeth biting down on her lower lip before she peers into your eyes, "Is mine, so why did you think you could touch yourself last night? Hump that little red toy like a whore?"

Your eyes widen at the mention of your vibrator, silently asking the question of how she knew to which she simply laughs at, looking at you with a different look in her eye.

So innocent, so unaware of how much I care about you.

"Come on Detka," she sighs out, "If you didn't want me to see, you would have shut your curtains," your not sure how to feel about her watching you, but the thoughts swiftly fade away when she pulls your body away from the door, guiding you to the bed and having you straddle her thigh. "You wanted me to see."

You wanted me to punish you.

Your mouth opens to speak, hesitating as you remember her earlier command and looking longingly in her eyes.

That's it, see Detka, you can listen, you can be good for me.

When she nods, giving you permission, her name falls off your lips in an unsure tone, a cruel smirk tugging at the corner of her lips while her hands move to your waist, guiding you along her thigh as she makes you ride it.

"That's not what you called me last night Detka," she teases, your face turning into a bright shade of red as you try to hide it at the crook of her neck, hips grinding against her legs like a desperate little thing. "Come on Dorogaya, don't be shy now," she continues, her hands making you press your hips down harder, a whimper leaving you at the pleasure, "Tell Mommy what you want."

The moan that left your lips could have made Wanda come, the sheer submission of your needy noise fueling her desire to break you. A wicked smirk took over her face as she guided your face away from her neck, looking into your humiliated but lust-blown eyes.

"Mommy," you whimper, flickering your gaze down to her lap to avoid her stare, noticing how it looked like she was wearing something under her jeans before her hand lifted your chin, forcing you to look in her eyes.

"That's it Detka," she praises as you hold your gaze, hips rolling against her thigh with vigour as another orgasm starts to build within you, "Tell me Mommy what you want."

Tell me you want me. Only me.

"You, I want you Mommy," the words spill in a breathy sigh as your hands interlock with hers to support yourself, still using her thigh. "Please let me come," she lets out a dark chuckle, your hips twitching against her.

"Detka," she coos mockingly, a new plan forming in her head of how she was going to punish you. "You can come whenever you want," your head falls back to the crook of her neck, whimpering softly against her skin as your hips pick up their pace, desperately trying to reach the orgasm you were denied earlier.

"Good girl," she encourages your movements, letting her hands run up and down your back, murmuring praise into your ear. She wanted to lure you into a false sense of security, knowing that when she fucks you, it would absolutely ruin you. "That's it Detka, ride Mommy's thigh," her low tone at your ear and the words cause you to groan, your movements becoming frantic as you were so close. "Make a mess on Mommy's thigh," she bites down on your ear, letting out a soft moan of her own to tease you further. The combination of her dirty words, the lewd noise and the friction against your clit easily sends you crashing into your first orgasm of the night, hips stuttering while a string of filthy sounds spill from your lips.

Mommy's not finished with you yet Dorogaya.

Her hands continue to guide your hips, a whimper leaving you at the overstimulation and head leaving the comfort of her neck to look into her eyes and ask her to slow down. You're met with hungry eyes instead, her mouth crashing to yours messily, taking your breath away and stopping her movements as she loses herself in the kiss. The kiss is firm, like she knows exactly what she wants as she intends to drive you crazy, make you obsessed with her the way she is you.

"You were so desperate to come last night Detka," she sighs out in a taunting tone, panting for breath as she flips the two of you over, her front flush against your back as you're laid down on your stomach, sandwiched between her and the soft mattress, "So we're not going to stop until you beg me to." She pushes her hips forwards so you can feel the large strap on she's wearing, a sinful noise escaping you at what was about to happen.

"Mommy please," her hands lift your skirt up, fingers sliding under the waistband of your panties and dragging the fabric down, discarding them somewhere in the room before removing her jeans to reveal the strap.

The toy is teasingly placed against your folds, Wanda's mouth near your ear once more as you can hear her low sighs, adding to the fuel to the unbearable heat pooling between your thighs.

"Mommy please, I want you inside me," you whimper out, Wanda letting out a small condescending noise at your pleas, "Please, I need you." To continue the torment, she pushes her hips forwards, causing the toy to slide against your soaking cunt, a low groan escaping you as you tilt your head to look at her. She claims your lips while continuing to rock her hips forwards, teasingly sliding the toy against you while also coating it in your arousal.

Once she's had enough of teasing you, and herself, she positions the toy at your entrance, slowly easing it in as you would have to adjust to the size of her. The groan was swallowed by her mouth, the older woman placing one last kiss on your lips before moving to kneel, wanting to watch how the strap is swallowed up by your greedy cunt.

Mommy's little slut.

"Look how pretty you look stretched around my cock," she sighs out, watching intently as she slides the toy deeper inside you, revelling in the dragged out moans from you. "All mine," she mutters more to herself, indulging in her wildest thoughts about you as something within her snaps.

She pulls out swiftly and slams the toy back in, a scream reverberating around the room as her hips start a fucking brutal pace of pounding you into the mattress. Her movements become almost animalistic, needing to make you hers as she places one hand on your head to keep your face pressed against the sheets.

Your mouth parts into an o shape, a series of lewd and down right sinful noises torn out of you as she thrusts her hips into you with force, her hand releasing your head to hold your hips, pulling you back onto her cock, letting it reach deeper inside you.

"Mommy, fuck, you feel so good!" your body buzzes with pleasure at the constant feeling of the toy reaching all the spots inside you, Wanda wishing she could feel how tight and wet you were around the false cock, wanting to feel how you clenched so desperately around her.

"Shit, you're taking Mommy so well," she pants out, her hips somehow gaining more power as she fucks you like she was starved. The way you moan her name spurs her on to fuck you harder, choked moans spilling out of you, pleas falling off your lips like a chant. "Fuck, you like this don't you Detka?" she sighs out breathlessly, watching how your hands desperately clutch at the sheets. "You love being Mommy's fuck toy, my little slut."

"Yes," you don't even hesitate, "I love it, I'm yours, your slut."

Mine. My slut.

"Mine," she notices how your body starts to shake slightly beneath her, how it was getting harder to fuck you. "Come on Dorogaya, come all over Mommy's cock like a good girl," as if on command, your body crashes into a state of pleasure and euphoria as she continues to pump her hips into you.

Your body can't comprehend the pleasure flowing through your body as the toy is driven deeper and harder into you, a hand making its way to your hair and pulling hard, dragging another whine out of you.

Her hands move to wrap around your waist, lifting you into a kneeling position in front of her, mouth at the side of your ear while one of her hands wrap around your throat.

"She can't make you feel like I can, can she?" she rasps out, relentlessly pounding into you even in the new position, another powerful orgasm tearing through your body as all you can do is moan her name pathetically.

"Mommy," you practically sob out, back arching into her touch as one hand travels down the front of your body, fingers finding your clit and circling it to build up another orgasm.

"Answer my question Detka," she husks out, tears flowing freely down your cheeks as you can't comprehend anything other than the feeling of her cock mercilessly fucking you. "Oh Dorogaya," she chuckles out at your state, unable to answer her as you're completely lost in the pleasure. "She can't make you feel like Mommy can, you only need me Dekta," she purrs into your ear, "You don't need her. Only Mommy, only me," your body shakes against her when another powerful release crashes through you, a choked sob escaping you at the overwhelming feeling of pleasure.

"I-I can't," you whimper out between heavy breaths and small moans, Wanda letting your body rest against the sheets, admiring how your legs shake and tremble. Her hands guide you onto your back, your teary eyes meeting her enticing green, a softer glint in them now. "Mommy," you whine, moving your arms to wrap around her body, needing to feel her close.

"Mommy's got you Detka," she softly coos, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before slowly moving her hips forwards, the toy brushing your sensitive core. You let out a small noise but she simply shushes you gently, pressing another soft kiss to your face, "Give Mommy one more Dorogaya, just one more for me," she watches your face, noticing the subtle nod from you before sliding the toy back in, starting a much slower pace of gently thrusting her hips into you. "Good girl," she sighs out sensually against your lips, groaning into a kiss when your nails dig into her back, "That's it, I'm so proud of you Detka, so proud," you can only let out a whimper in response to the praise, mouth messily meeting hers as you struggle to maintain the kiss, eventually giving up and looking up into her eyes.

Theres a raw tenderness in her eyes as she fucks you intimately, wanting to watch you attentively as you come undone beneath her.

"Come for me," she whispers against your lips, a final orgasm tearing through your body as you moan into a kiss, her letting your body relax after you've ridden out the aftershocks. "I've got you," she sighs out softly, sliding the toy out of you and pulling your practically limp body into her arms, letting you bury your face at the crook of her neck as your hips still twitch occasionally. "I'll take care of you Detka," she mumbled against the top of your hair, exhaustion consuming your body as you relaxed into her embrace, barely understanding her words. "My beautiful girl," her fingers trail up and down your back as your body drifts to sleep, enjoying how much you were depending on her in this moment, "Noone can take you from me now."

Not even her.

***

Tik. Tok.

The monotonous ticking of the clock quietly invaded your thoughts, interrupting the conflicting emotions bubbling inside you. You had spent most of the day lost in thought, unable to stop the way your mind relentlessly raced from possibility to possibility. Yesterday with Wanda felt amazing, it was something you had been wishing for a while now but that, that selfish desire, stirred guilt inside of you. Yesterday with Wanda felt horrible, it should never have happened and despite the way it made you feel, you couldn't enjoy it because you had royally fucked up.

The day consumed by your thoughts made you realise one thing. You loved Natasha. You started to imagine your life without her, like you currently were now as she was on her way back from the airport, and you couldn't bear it. The loneliness, the lack of lingering touches and soft words... The idea of losing her unnerved you, no, it terrified you. You should have seen this coming really, the guilt and regret but you didn't, too busy being blinded by lust and your own selfish wants.

As soon as the sound of the front door opening reached your ears, you snapped out of the spiral of thoughts, put a smile on your face, and rushed to meet your girlfriend. Her face lit up at the sight of you, your body crashing into for an embrace, a large puff of air escaping her when your bodies collided.

"Seems like somebody missed me," she chuckled out into your hair, hugging you back just as tightly as you smiled against her.

Guilt gnawed at you as your body melted against hers. You knew what you had done was wrong, and there was no taking it back, but all you could do now was to make sure she never found out.

It was ironic to you, you loved her that much you couldn't hurt her yet you did the one thing that would truly break her. Natasha... she owned your heart in a different way and that's what you realised recently. You loved her more than you realised and the guilt that had started to brew inside you would soon drown you. You would have to-

"What's got you thinking so hard?" she murmurs to snap you back to reality, pulling back from the hug, looking into your eyes, brows furrowed as you were deep in thought.

"Just thinking about what I did while you were away," you dismiss, offering her a smile as you gaze lovingly into her emerald eyes, her smile growing at the sight of yours.

"Oh yeah?" she hums, letting hands roam your back before guiding you towards the living room, falling onto a sofa with you following, moving to sit you in her lap. "What did you do?"

"Think about you," it wasn't a lie, but it wasn't the way she thought you meant it, her lips stretching into a wide smile, a soft and content expression taking over her face.

"Aren't you the charmer," she laughs before letting her face rest at the crook of your neck, your arms snaking around her body as you just hold on to each other. "I thought about you too," she confesses in a whisper, a different tone to her voice before she disguises it, changing the subject. "I can't handle business trips with that man," she groans, the vibrations tickling your neck as you laugh at her annoyed tone, letting your hands rub soothing patterns across her back. "He's so annoying," she grumbles and you just move her face away from the comfort and safety of your neck, guiding her chin with your finger closer to your lips until they're merely inches apart.

"Well, you're here with me now so forget about him," you whisper, eyes watching how her eyes slowly darken, her gaze flickering between your eyes and lips. She leans in softly to press her lips to yours, a soft noise escaping her as she loses herself within you. She loved you unconditionally and soon she hoped to do the one thing you'd both been dreaming of.

"I was thinking," she says breaking the comfortable silence, "Why don't we invite Wanda and Vision one night for dinner, as a little thank you for bringing you home after the volleyball club?"

"Oh," you say, nervously chuckling as you weren't sure you would be able to handle dinner with them both there. "I mean would that be necessary? She said it was no big deal, she just drove home as normal."

"Yeah," she trails off, "But it would be nice to get to know them a bit better, don't you think?"

You offer a fake smile, nodding your head in agreement with her before diverting the conversation, pressing your lips to hers once more.

Her hands soon drift lower to your ass, a genuine smile breaking out on your face as you laugh into the kiss, "So eager," you tease, pulling back from the kiss. "I have a surprise for you now, this can wait till later," you whisper to her, her eyes lighting up with interest as she's intrigued by what you have planned.

"I'd argue this is better than any surprise," she purrs out seductively and you're so tempted to scrap your plan and take her to bed now, but you just about resist.

"Nat," you sigh out warningly, a smirk taking over her face as she watches how your pupils dilate at her tone "Go upstairs into the bathroom, the surprise is there," you murmur, climbing off her lap and watching as she pushes herself up off the sofa, following you up the stairs. She may or may not have chosen to follow you because she wanted to stare at your ass but she'd never admit that, even if you knew that's why she did it.

"If you wanted me naked Moya Lyubov, all you had to do was ask," she teases when walking into the ensuite, smiling at the way you had candles lit around the bathtub, a relaxed atmosphere taking over the room.

"Just shh," you say, pressing your finger to her lips to shut her up playfully, earning a raised brow from her. "I know how stressed you can get after these trips so I thought I'd treat you to a nice relaxing bath," you explain. Whether you did this because you truly loved and cared for her or whether it was a feeble attempt to make yourself feel less guilty, you weren't sure, all you knew is that you adored the soft and content glint swirling in her eyes.

"Are you going to join me?" she whispers while feeling the warm water with her hand, smiling as you must have planned it to be the perfect temperature for her.

"Do you want me to?" you whisper to keep the tranquil atmosphere, watching as she slowly starts to strip, eyes snapping over to you while a chuckle leaves her lips. She answers you by walking up to you, revelling at the way your breath hitches as her naked body stands in front of you, and pulls your shirt over your head, signalling for you to strip as well.

Soon, both of you are in the bathtub, her body pressed against your front as she leans her head back against your shoulder, her eyes closed as her body relaxes. You can feel the tension and stress flowing from her body, letting your arms wrap around her middle as you both just savour the moment. The lingering, innocent touches and soft words soon disappear, her hands desperately grasping the side of the tub as her knuckles bleed white with the intensity of her grip.

"Right there," she moans at the shell of your ear, your finger circling her clit while your other hand tries to keep her hips still, not wanting the water to spill out of the tub. "Fuck, just like that," she groans, muffling her moans by kissing your neck. You slide your fingers back into her, curling them just how she loves it, earning a broken moan that tickles your skin, a heavy breath following it as you can feel her tightening around you.

"Come for me Nat," you whisper lowly into her ear, crashing your lips to hers to swallow her moans as she tumbles over the edge, body tensing against yours as pleasure shudders throughout her. The kisses turn messy and slow as she rides out the aftershocks, a softer moan escaping her as you pull your hand away, wrapping both of them around her body and pulling her closer for an intimate embrace.

Her head lolls back against your body, a tired expression on her face as she lovingly gazes at you, a smile toying on her lips as you look at her.

"Thank you for the surprise," she mumbles playfully, a small laugh escaping you as she settles against your body again, the two of you enjoying the lukewarm water before it gradually becomes cold.

You simply kiss her forehead and enjoy the last bit of the warm water before deciding to get out. You both quickly dry off, not without a few more lingering looks and not so innocent touches, before slipping on clothes to sleep in.

You walked over to the window while Natasha quickly left the room for something, looking into Wanda's room to see her sat on the bed, book in hand. It was as if she knew you were watching her as she lifted her head to meet your gaze, her head tilting curiously as she sensed something was up with you, brows furrowing at your tense form.

What's wrong Detka?

You lowered your head in shame as you shut the curtains, unable to see the anger flicker across her face or how her jaw clenched hard.

What are you doing? You're mine. Stop hiding from me.

Natasha soon returned, snaking her arms around your waist and dragging you into bed, moving around so your head could rest on her chest, legs intertwined under the duvet as you cuddled against each other.

"I love you," you whispered to her, wanting her to know that you did love despite your... mistake with Wanda.

"I love you too," she murmurs softly, pulling you impossibly closer before allowing sleep to take over her, the eventful day catching up to her.

You remained awake for a while longer, unable to turn your brain off as you contemplated what you had to do. You tilted your face to look at Natasha, admiring how peaceful she looked as she slept before coming to a final conclusion on what .

You had to break it off with Wanda, no matter what.

Dorogaya, I'm never letting you go.

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pink-tea · 1 year

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txt calling you spanish pet-names

☆ rating: sfw, fluff

☆ headcanons !!

☆ hispanic/spanish-speaking! reader

☆ i just did what txt would get called, how could i not write this aaaah. also i just found out that hbo max has say yes to the dress, i love this show so fucking much oh my god (update:) i am on season 5

☆ slight use of hispanic lingo/slang, if you need the context to any let me know in comments <3 (translations at the end!!)

other version ♡

yeonjun

ღ mi reina/rey

yeonjun seems like the type to call you some form of royalty lmao. something in my brain just sees him pronouncing the "r", smiling proudly when he says it successfully, kissing the back of your hand like a tease. really the type of guy to really just treat you like his queen/king, adoring you soso much even though he's the kind of asshole who will tap his cheek instead of straight up telling you to kiss him. i can just imagine trying to get ready, looking at yourself in the mirror while yeonjun sneaks up from behind, pressing shy kisses along the side of your neck before catching your eye in the reflection and mouthing the words "mi reina/mi rei" into your skin.

ღ amor

yeonjun's a romantic, i have nothing off the top of my head that i can use as proof of this but i feel it in my gut 100% it's such a classic but that's what makes yeonjun like using it, it's sweet, it's romantic, it makes your heart flutter and yeonjun says it at the most random yet perfect times. he has a habit of saying it mid-makeout, lips red and bruised and wet with your spit. he smiles into the kiss, pulling back just to tell you, "te amo, mi amor" because he really does :( you're the love of his life, his amor.

soobin

ღ tesoro

tesoro bc soobin treasures you <3 it's sweet and you tease him for the pet-name being a little old fashioned, but soobin just genuinely thinks of you as his treasure :( you're something lovely and bright that's come into his life, and it feels like he's searched for so long just to find you, a red 'x' marked in the sand. there was probably a time where you asked him if he calls you treasure bc he plays a lot of looting video games and the color just drains from him face. "oh my god i never thought of that," and he looks so panicked that you have to fuss and reassure him that you like it. "no! no, it's ok, it's cute, i like being your tesoro, promise <3" (he's still a little worried).

ღ bebe

soobin seems like such the type of guy to call you "babe" or "baby", but he also wants to make it special by copying the way you call him pet-names in spanish. "qué quieres comer, bebe?" he asks you one day, scrolling through the menu of whatever take-out option the two of you had settled on for that evening. "mmm, that's cute," you comment on the pet-name, coming up behind soobin from where he sits on the sofa. he twists his body to look at you, bunny lips quirked up into a relieved smile. "te gusta?" he asks, and his broken accent is cute enough for you to plant a playful kiss on his cheek. "mhm, me gusta."

beomgyu

ღ mami/papi

this is so him. at first it started out as a joke, something to tease you with whenever he's trying to get your attention. "mami, pleaseee," he whines into your ear. "quiero sentirme bien," he tries, hands dangerously close to slipping underneath your shirt when the two of you are literally supposed to be out the door. "gyu, please don't do this right now," you scold, words getting caught in your throat when he kisses the pulse-point on the side of your neck. "want you right now, mami," he persists, cold hands settling on the skin of your stomach. "please," he begs, and fuck you're weak </3 needless to say it became more than just a joke.

ღ guapísimo/guapísima

wants matching pet-names with you, but he always has to one up you so he adds "isimo" or "isima" at the end. it's like, at first you're so endeared by it because matching pet-names are always so cute, but then you find out the truth behind it when you call him guapo and he turns it into a competition. finally being able to win by shutting him up with a tug of his hair and a kiss. "callate, guapo," you hush into his lips, already feeling the way his lips curl into a pout. "callate, guapísima," he shoots back, laughing at your exasperated sigh.

taehyun

ღ mi alma

at first i wanted to make taehyun's "mi vida", but also taehyun is just so loving. when taehyun falls in love with you, he feels it in his soul. he feels it in the way you give him butterflies with every peck on the cheek, the way his heart stutters when you press your lips against his. it feels like you're his other half, the reason he loves to wake up in the morning. you're the other part of his soul, and it makes sense to call you just that. "soy tu alma?" you ask teasingly, cradling taehyun's face in your palms while he nods. "mi alma," he confirms, eyes bright with adoration.

ღ ángel

the things i would do for taehyun to call me his angel oh my god </3 i see myself falling into a sort of theme with the pet-names taehyun picks, but it just makes so much sense. taehyun who constantly comes home tired, vocal cords on the verge of being sore because of how many ad-libs he's recorded :( collapsing on top of you when you're laying on the bed, giving you his best smile when he's so close to passing out. "i missed you," he admits softly, wrapping his arms around your waist, weight suffocating you. "get off me before i die," you whine, pushing at his arms. "you'll die and become an angel," he hums, leaning up to press a kiss to your lips. "mi ángel del cielo," he continues, proud of himself when he catches sight of your grin.

hueningkai

ღ chikibby

think chikibaby but kai makes it a point to pronounce it like the 'a' isn't there. kai who's just six feet full of adoration for you, cradling your face in his palms/squishing the absolutely fuck out of your cheeks and cooing. thinking of his pretty heart-shaped smile, the way he’d absolutely beam as he shakes you around and talks about how much he loves his chikibby. you cant even get mad at the fact that he’s kind of hurting you bc the way he says it makes his lips end up some kind of puckered up pout and it’s so cute </3 breaking his concentration by kissing his pout and making him trail off into shy giggles, stop I’m in love </3

ღ fiu fiu

"mi bebito fiu fiu" stop because that song would get on my nerves so much, but I feel like hueningkai would absolutely love saying "fiu fiu". and like, it's supposed to imitate a whistle, but hueningkai says it so fucking much that it ends up becoming your pet-name. "mi fiu fiu <3" "kai please stop saying that i'm begging you." but he doesn't listen. he also finds it adorable because he literally can't whistle, so whenever you ask him to sit put on your bed and tell you his opinion on some random outfit online, it's his default response. "what do you think about this one?" you ask, smile already creeping on hueningkai's face when he gives you a thumbs up. "fiu fiu!" it's almost like a pun, he loves it.

mini-not-so-mini translation section:

ღ mi reina/mi rey meaning my queen/my king

ღ amor meaning love

ღ "te amo, mi amor" meaning "i love you, my love"

ღ tesoro meaning treasure

ღ bebe meaning "baby" or "babe"

ღ "qué quieres comer, bebe?" meaning "what do you want to eat, babe?" and "te gusta?" meaning "you like it?"

ღ mami/papi meaning mommy/daddy but meaning more "my woman" or "my man" in this context

ღ "quiero sentirme bien" meaning "i want to feel good" and callate meaning shut up

ღ guapísimo/guapísima meaning very beautiful/very handsome

ღ mi alma meaning my soul

ღ ángel meaning my angel

ღ "mi ángel del cielo" meaning "my angel from heaven"

ღ chikibaby derived from the words "chiquita/chiquito" and "baby"

ღ fiu fiu as something meant to mimic the sound of a whistle, used as a term of endearment

#txt x reader #txt fluff #hispanic reader #this was so much fun but difficult for literally no reason #i love them #so much :(#txt for latine (i'm the only latina they need)#txt scenarios #txt headcanons

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chaifootsteps · 6 months

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So with all the talk going around about shows that are million times better than HH that did much more with less time, I decided to rewatch Infinity Train.

And holy crap, is it still as amazing as I remember and now I'm once again mad that it was canceled and pulled from HBO max.

The worldbuilding, the soundtrack, the characters, their development, themes - EVERYTHING makes the entirety of HH look like a pile of shit.

I would even go as far as saying that Infinity Train had far better LGBT representation, despite the creator not being able to show it explicitly.

The only thing keeping the protagonist of Book 2 from being one of the best trans/non-binary characters ever created is the label being namedropped in the show. And the entirety of Book 4 is just a giant metophor for the (male) protagonists going public with their relationship, with the problem that got them on the train being their mutual communication issues.

Watch Infinity Train to, everyone. It's an amazing show in every single aspect, DESPITE having been cancelled halfway through.

Seconded. Infinity Train was a masterpiece that everyone should watch.

#Anonymous #actual blog post #infinity train #viv stuff #hazbin hotel critical

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loveliestpenguin · 4 months

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Today I went to go see the showing of Arrietty in the movie theater! It has always been my comfort film as it’s mine and many others introduction to g/t. I might be a little biased to say that the cozy atmosphere and music make it one of the best ghilbi movies as well!

Anyways, it was just my luck that when we got there the movie wasn’t even playing. Not even the credits played, just a blank screen. Strange, but the packed theater waited patiently as we continued to wonder why nothing was showing. 10 minutes passed by, then 20 and then 30. By then a lot of people got up to see what was going on and I was so sad as I realized I probably wouldn't be able to see it today.

The first time I saw this movie it was special, as it was my mom and I in an empty theater where we were able to completely immerse ourselves in the borrowers world. I don’t really remember all that much as I was pretty young, but from what my mom tells me, she says that she couldn’t take her eyes off me watching it for the first time, as I was completely enthralled through the entirety of the movie. She often fondly tells me that it is her favorite memory of me and how that film also shares a space in her heart.

Back in the present, I was quickly getting bored and realized that I could just pull up HBO Max on my phone to watch Arrietty from there. Needless to say my arms felt like jello from holding my phone up so long for the people in the back and myself to watch the movie. I had to switch arms a few times to keep it level, but I kept going to entertain the crowd and I. I didn’t turn on the volume but it was pretty funny to hear the people in the back actually watch it with me on my phone. (Subtitles and all)

“I feel bad for the people who can’t see this in the front”

“Hey, look it’s actually Arrietty!”

“This is better than nothing. Sitting here watching a blank screen for forty minutes.”

“The art in this movie just makes me want to rewatch it over and over. Shame we can’t see it on the big screen, but this will suffice.”

“I wish I was Arrietty fr :/“

“Wow the only thing missing is the stellar music”

“Thank you person in the front!”

Super disappointed that I couldn’t revisit seeing it on the big screen one more time, but luckily my friends and I got refunds because it wasn’t cheap. 😭🙏

Once I got home though, I rummaged through my dvd collection and rewatched Arrietty on the big 72 inch in the family room. If only I were a borrower, so that I could see it my tv like the real cinema.

#Really took one for the team helping the theater do their job #turns out the system oddly enough wouldn’t play it?!#i swear it’s like they knew I was coming and purposely didn’t show it #next year when ghibli fest 2025 comes around expect me to be at the first showing of Arietty #the secret world of arrietty #the borrowers #g/t #gt #giant tiny #borrowers

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Blue Beetle - Movie Review

Finally got to see this on HBO Max... yes, "MAX" we still think of you as HBO just as Grogu is still Baby Yoda. Deal with it.

So, back to 'Blue Beetle'.

Long review, short, I thoroughly enjoyed this movie and think it's one of DC's best in their quasi-DCEU/not DCEU or whatever is going on with WB and the DC movies these days. From what I understand, James Gunn/WB is not scrapping everything from the Snyder-verse/DCEU, but changes are coming and there's rumor that this iteration of Jaime Reyes/Blue Beetle will stick around and I really hope so. I also think it helps that there were no character cameos in the film, only mentions of heroes like Superman, Batman, etc. so this Blue Beetle could easily be folded into the upcoming Gunn-verse.

As a latino I'm both ashamed to say I don't know much about Jaime Reyes' Blue Beetle outside of his appearances on the 'Young Justice' animated series, but I was also excited to see him on the big screen (metaphorically) and plan to go back and check out his comics.

I won't do a random synopsis as you can easily hit up a Youtube trailer or read an IMDb blurb to get that info, but I will talk about some of things I really enjoyed about this film. Warning: Slight Spoiler's ahead.

First off, this was overall a well-polished, well-written, directed, acted, and enjoyable film. The CGI was CGI, but it never felt janky and I could see the attention to detail in a lot of the VFX work, even with Jaime's practical Blue Beetle suit. I also truly appreciated that this film took risks and didn't shy away from taking those risks, creating stakes and sometimes following through, and addressing certain cultural and socio-economic subject matter without being preachy. In some ways I compare it to the MCU's 'Black Panther' in tackling the cultural and socio-economic things that mainstream, especially Disney, often tries to shy away from.

While 'Blue Beetle' isn't as serious in tone as 'Black Panther' there were several moments in the film where you knew that the writer and director had some creative leeway as opposed to having lots of studio oversight, just as Ryan Coogler had in the first 'Black Panther' film. I'm not sure if this is because WB wasn't paying attention because the DCEU was dying off or if they were somehow convinced to let the creators do their thing.

There were also so many moments where my Hollywood Blockbuster/MCU-trained brain said, "now is where they pull away from the hard moment, make a joke to pull away from a real emotion, or water down the stakes", but that didn't happen in this film. Yes, it was funny throughout, and jokes were made to lighten the mood where appropriate, but it was never at a disservice to the story or the characters. There were no moments where I felt like some director/screenwriter/studio-exec was getting embarrassed because it's a superhero movie so [insert Whedon-esque quip here] to avoid showing feelings.

Plus, you had George Lopez bringing his well-known loud, wild humor as the conspiracy theory spouting, 1% hating, mad-scientist Uncle Rudy, but if anything I think he was needed to give light to a story that potential to be really dark and sad at times. This is not to say there weren't moments that tugged at your heartstrings and made you feel or think. This movie went there because yes, we can think it's cheesy because it's just a superhero movie, but in-universe these events are reality for the characters and I think other superhero movies need to remember that. This was really well done in the first transformation scene of Jaime into the Blue Beetle as it started with light humor and slowly morphed into an almost horror-film like scene. There was no gore, but you felt the terror that Jaime and his family were feeling by watching things unfold. We, as the audience know what's going on, but for him and the family, the shit was hitting the fan and they didn't know what was going on.

Honestly, I didn't know what to expect from this film. Having recently watched Shazam 2, which I thought was really funny and better than the first, but also forgettable and the Flash movie (which I also thought was fun but forgettable), I just expected more popcorn fun--the last sugary drops of the DCEU slushie before the Gunn-verse got underway. What I recalled about the trailers and vague reviews about this film was that it was a fun superhero movie that focused heavily on family.

But unlike the popcorn, turn your brain off and enjoy chaos of the Fast franchise, it didn't require Vin Diesel, 30 movies, and an endless string of memes to drill that concept into your head. Yes, Jaime Reyes is the hero in the film, but it's the collective efforts and support of his family that ends up helping him win in the end and it's what gave the movie heart.

This is also not meant to take away from Xolo Maridueña's performance as Jaime Reyes as the hero, an actor I've enjoyed since first seeing him on the Netflix series 'Cobra Kai'. Just like in 'Cobra Kai', I continue to enjoy his almost innocent boyish charm, shyness, and vulnerability he exudes on-screen. In some ways his character and performance remind me of Tom Holland's Spider-Man as just this kid trying to do the right thing, but is totally in over his head as a teen superhero (even though Jaime is a recent college grad from Gotham U). And just like Peter Park, Jaime didn't ask to be a hero and had no real aspirations for being a hero, other than to his family, but in the end he stepped up. This was not for cool points, though Jaime eventually learned to embrace the scarab's many cool powers, but because he knew it was the right thing to do. And yes, Mr. Vin Diesel, because of family.

I could go on and on about all the cultural moments and subject matter addressed in this film that I thought was really brave and refreshing in a superhero movie, but I won't as that's a giant article in it of itself. But I honestly think Disney/Marvel could take some pointers here as they often pull away just as they are about to get there. Also, no hate on MCU. There are many of the MCU films I enjoy, but the overall formula hasn't gotten tired and needs a revamp. Again, another post for another day, but just putting in a BIPOC, female, or LGBTQ character in a movie doesn't make it good and marketable. And no, we don't need PSA sob-story movies beaten into our heads, but what does it mean to be part of a marginalized community and be a hero? What does that look like? What different perspective does that character bring to the table?

In the end, yes, enjoy 'Blue Beetle' as a superhero movie, but also keep an eye out for the smaller messages and heart of this film as it was a delightful surprise for me. I hope we get to see more Blue Beetle in the future of DC films and I'd even be down for a live-action adaptation of 'Young Justice', with Jaime on the team.

#jaime reyes #blue beetle #blue beetle movie #blue beetle 2023 #movie review #DG-ramblings

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peppertaemint · 7 months

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Hello pptm! Would you talk a bit more about the current state of tv series? You mentioned briefly about an oversaturated market and how The Golden Age is now gone, but what were some of they key problems that lead to it in your opinion?

Would you consider Succession as part of the series that knew the importance of character development? Could we consider it like the final good show in this dire landscape of tv and streaming?

Lastly, what do you think will come next? There's a shift in the movie business in Hollywood if we look at the past year, but I don't know if we should be overly optimistic. Will we take a step back from prestige tv for a while until a new wave will bring something new?

Hello Madam M! Thanks for sending such a thoughtful Ask.

I think that over-saturation was part of the problem. What I mean by that is everyone and anyone trying to cash in on the money to be made through so-called prestige TV, and how the late stages of prestige dovetailed with the rise of streaming platforms.

Not every network went after prestige, but they've all gone after streaming, which has led to these conglomerates of streaming. Platform-wise, this is a huge turn off for "discerning" audiences. People watch HBO because they know what they're going to get. Now, if you sign into Max, you're confronted with the dregs of TV and can't make heads or tails of any of it.

This has been the case for Netflix for years now. They've dumped huge money into developing series but half the time when they cancel a show, that's the first a lot of people have even heard of it.

The other side of this is that platforms have dumped money into these series no one can find (lol), but say you do find it -- it looks and feels prestige but it ends there because the writing isn't solid. My understanding is that the writers' room tradition, which has a big practical training side to it, has been decimated by new ways of working these streaming platforms have brought. Usually, you start as an assistant in the room to learn the ropes. As the series goes on, assistants move up to writing scripts.

If these rooms aren't being put together anymore (which I read is the case more often than before), new writers aren't going through the learning stages.

The other factor is how quickly funding is pulled on these shows. If rooms are put together, there's no time for the craft to be taught or for the head writer to master it.

Do I think Succession got the writing right? Absolutely. When Ii wrote that BTS/Succession crossover for you (remember our bet... actually I can't remember what we were betting on 💀), trying to nail the dialogue and characters was incredibly difficult. It's like when you're spec script writing, you have to show you can follow the format but also write the characters so they are in-character but also not caricatures of their most obvious traits. The last part is what happened with the writing on Friends, for example. Most of the characters became the lowest common denominator of their most notable traits. Obviously, sitcom is a different format, but the point still stands because this is what happened to Greg in the last season of Succession. His character became a stock gimmick and stopped progressing.

I think things come in ebbs and flows, so the industry will self-correct. People keep joking that by amalgamating, platforms are reinventing cable TV. Lol. What needs to happen is for there to be less projects and more time, effort and oversight (The Idol FFS... where the fuck were HBO on that?) on the projects that are greenlit.

Well, there's my two cents. My flight was delayed so this turned into an entire essay.

#tv #tv talk #asks

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Little Bill: Nick Jr's Worst Best Show

The name of disgraced comedian Bill Cosby has, for the most part, been wiped out of existence. The Cosby Show, once a cult classic, is barely mentioned to this day. Fat Albert's movie was both a commercial and critical disappointment. Cosby himself has faded into obscurity, his last media stunt taking place in 2021, when he was released from prison. But perhaps the most forgotten about Bill Cosby creation would have to be the 1999 Little Bill preschool series and, to an extent, the franchise as a whole.

Contrary to popular belief, Willam Glover Jr's adventures did not originally start animated. Instead, Little Bill originated as a series of books meant for children slightly over the show's target audience of preschoolers. The books, written by Cosby himself, focused on a then-older Little Bill navigating everyday childhood experiences such as going to the hospital, dealing with bullies, and even grief. The series received critical acclaim from critics for the nuanced and lack of sugar coating when explaining to children these tough topics. Karen MacPherson says it best- the Little Bill books were, simply, "candid."

In 1997, it was announced that Nickelodeon would be developing the Little Bill books into three separate specials. These plans were later expanded to a full-fledged series, focusing on a now preschool-aged Little Bill exploring life in the same way he did in book form. And finally, after little over a year of anticipation from both production and fans, Little Bill officially made its broadcast debut on November 28th, 1999.

Little Bill ran for two seasons and fifty-two episodes. It received an uproar of positive praise, was nominated and awarded with both Emmy and Peabody awards during the show's five-year run, and managed to live on through reruns for almost a decade, airing on CBS, Noggin, and Nick Jr throughout its time on television.

However, in 2014, after allegations of Bill Cosby sexually assaulting dozens of women during his peak in fame surfaced, all of Little Bill's acclaim suddenly accumulated towards nothing. The preschool series was pulled off the air. Little Bill books were removed off of library shelves. To this day, the series is still unable to stream on Paramount Plus, only being available through digital purchases and old recordings. Little Bill has practically disappeared, all for good reason.

The problem with celebrity preschool shows not aging well has not ended, unfortunately. Little Ellen, a show based off comedian and former talk show host Ellen DeGeneres, was cancelled and removed from HBO Max as a tax write-off, the show's third season never seeing the light of day. The popular British children's show Tweenies was pulled off the air for a considerable amount of time after an episode featured a parody of sexual predator game show host Jimmy Saville.

However, after actually taking a moment to sit down and watch Little Bill specifically, I can't help but find it sad how such an amazing show for kids can suddenly wither because the show's creator was a shitty guy. Yes, Bill Cosby's actions were absolutely unacceptable and he fully deserves his career's falling. Separating the art from the artist is very hard when one realizes that Little Bill himself was based off the lives of Bill and his deceased son Ennis.

At the same time, in an alternate universe where Bill Cosby was never involved with the series whatsoever, I feel as if Little Bill's impact would be much more appreciated to this day.

The series contained some of the best representation I personally have seen in a preschool series produced in its time. Bill himself was a black boy, not smarter or wittier than he had to be. The adultification of children, especially Black ones, has become such an issue in today's society and it is refreshing to finally see a series that doesn't make Bill more mature than he needs to be. The show's cast spotlighted people of all races, from Black to Latino to Asian and White and even had a recurring character with cerebral palsy. Each character is carefully crafted with depth.

Little Bill never failed to 'keep it real." Bill himself is no saint and frequently makes mistakes and/or displays bratty behavior typical of a five year old. In fact, Little Bill's habit of messing up has caused him to earn the 'affectionate' title of "Black Caillou." While the nickname is funny, I, however, have to disagree with this notion in the grand scheme of things.

The problem with Caillou wasn't completely his bad behavior- Caillou's main issue is the show's lack of actual 'characters.' Caillou and the people that populate his world contain little to no personality. Caillou is just "the toddler." Rosie is just "the annoying little sister." Mommy and Daddy are "the parents," and Leo and Clementine are "the friends." Caillou doesn't have any defining traits that may cause the viewer to tolerate him more than they do.

Contrast that with Little Bill, where each character has their own distinct traits and profile. Little Bill is imaginative and isn't always the biggest fan of change and new experiences get him nervous. As the youngest of three he occasionally feels left out and ignored, trying to channel a leadership like role into his play so he can feel fulfilled. Not only does this hand-crafted personality reside with Bill but his friends and family as well. The characters, world, and stories of Little Bill are beyond the limitations of a stereotype- they are detailed and delicate.

The reason Little Bill is one of, if not Nick Jr.'s best show also happens to be the reason that it is Nick Jr's worst show. Little Bill was cared for. From the creative art style to the stellar voice acting to the research done in forming good examples of representation, a vast amount of real, tangible effort was put into making Bill an amazing show. At the same time, the very hands that formed Little Bill into what the show is today also happened to be the hands of a sexual predator, a horrible man who committed the most awful of acts.

Willam Glover's reputation may have bene tainted at the hands of his creator, but the show that he starred in has never gotten old for me.

#little bill #nickelodeon #nick jr #bill cosby #tumblydovereviews #kids shows #preschool #preschool shows #noggin #essay

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where-fading-princesses-live · 1 year

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I finally watched the new Rock Hudson documentary All That Heaven Allowed on HBO Max. As a casual observer, I thought they handled the subject well. I'm not sure if Rock has a substantial lesbian fanbase or not, but my gay friends and I watched it together as a double feature with the Lucy and Desi documentary directed by Amy Poehler. Both films moved us to tears. The personal lives of the Stars do not interest us. Both films were a nice tribute to their craft. I appreciate those who can remember the legacy of these great Hollywood Icons.

Regarding the Rock Hudson film, I can't say what was embellished or not, as a casual observer. I’ve read most Rock Hudson bios out there so the film was nothing new for me but I appreciate that they made this anyway. It seemed to pull no punches. I'm sure those who were close and personal with Rock would be able to spot the inaccuracies, if any. But there was a tremendous amount of involvement from close friends and ex-lovers as well as the Rock Hudson estate, and none of them were trying to do him dirty. They all just wanted to remember him in the best way possible, as a great actor and a truly nice man.

My only complaint with the film is that I didn't care to know the intimate details of his personal affairs, but that was to be expected. I think the film could have easily omitted those segments and still driven home their message. Parts of it were a tad gossip-y... I guess they thought it would sell better. But I don’t think the film meant any real harm. They did want to discuss the struggles of gay folks back then and it’s hard to talk about Rock without talking about the Celluloid Closet. It is most definitely un-apologetically gay and I have no qualms with that.

The film is still a nice tribute.

I've read through press interviews with the director and he seems to have a true appreciation for Rock’s talent. There has been an overwhelming positive reception from the gay community who have viewed the film, so I think that's a good sign. The filmmakers properly spread awareness on the AIDS epidemic. I believe the intent was to memorialize a Star of a bygone era.

I think the Lucy and Desi documentary was better but I would still recommend it.

#films #personal shit #classic #vintage #1950s #1960s #rock hudson #lgbtqia #Fifties Glamour Boy

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The Blossom surrounded by Fire - Ch. 33 (Warrior AU- HBO MAX)

I sat in my tub hair pinned up, staring into space as I contemplated on if I should go see Zing now or wait until tomorrow. No, I needed to get this over with. Whatever he wants, I wanted it out of the way before the tournament. I ran the water over my shoulders before looking up at the ceiling.

“God give me strength.” I replied.

As the moon was hitting the sky, I made my way onto the silent streets making sure to keep my head down, but my eyes scanning everywhere. Although I did not fear the dark, I feared only man. I was in one of my nicer cloaks I had gotten from Chao. It was darker than any cloak I had ever worn, and as I saw the lights of the Fung Hai casino, I merely stood there for a moment listening to the drunken men inside.

I could hear cheering and shouting from the many men inside. I opened the door and was hit hard by the smell of alcohol and sweat. I gently lifted my head looking around at the many tables that were filled with men throwing dice and roaring with glee or groaning from their loss. Women clung to their arms laughing and pouring lord knows what down their throats to keep the men wanting to gamble more. I looked around the room, stepping to the side and looking for anyone I could see belonging to the Fung Hai. But I didn’t need to look long as I could see many Fung Hai off in the corner smoking and drinking and laughing.

Amongst them was their tong leader, sitting down with a bare breasted woman on his knee. My still form was catching attention of the lethal gang. One of the men hit Zing’s shoulder and in response, he looked at him with annoyance before that man pointed his head in my direction. Zing looked over and finally our eyes meet. I pull my hood off my head, and I could see the initial shock on his face. He stands up immediately, the woman on his lap stumbling over from his quick movement.

He made a straight line toward me, and I tensed as his gaze fell upon me and transitioned to its usual sinister and feral look. He smirked.

“Well, well, if it isn’t sweet Amaka. I never took you for the gambling type.” he said with a purr. I gave a gentle nod.

“Hello Zing. Have I caught you at a bad time?” I asked. He grinned leaning his upper body to the side some.

“You could never catch me at a bad time.” he said. I nodded slowly recoiling a bit when some drunk men stumbled past us to leave the casino.

“I need to speak with you privately. It won’t take long. I know I didn’t have an appointment.” I said lowly, all the while Zing is just watching me as if completely entertained by my discomfort.

“Of course! Follow me.” he said and turned and moved toward the back of the casino through a door and down a small hallway. Surprisingly it wasn’t as sleezy as I expected like the casino area. Zing opened a door and smiled at me, holding his hand up for me to enter first. I quickly did so, and he casually followed closing the door behind me.

I took note of the large room with a bed and dresser and a few weapons on said dresser. The layout of this room matched the same layout of his bedroom at his headquarters. Of course, a tong leader may need to stay in different areas within his territory.

“So, what do I owe this unexpected visit?” he asked with a cross of his arms. I said a quick, and I mean very quick and silent prayer, before turning to him.

“Your tong fought with the Hop Wei earlier today. I was somewhat cornered between your men and a Hop Wei hatchet man… your men allowed me to leave unharmed and this pleased Long Zii, so after a brief discussion, I have agreed to help your men with a one-time service on behalf of my tong, helping your men with anything they need medical wise.” I replied. He was watching my mouth as I spoke, but I knew other thoughts were moving around in his head.

“Medical wise?” he asked.

“Yes.” I replied all too quickly of which he caught. He smirked.

“You came all the way down here under the full moon just to tell me that?” he asked. My jaw clenched some and I shook my head.

“I apologize for wasting your time then.” I replied making a move to leave, however his arm moved up to place his hand flat on the door to keep it shut.

“I didn’t say I was denying your generous form of gratitude.” he said. I didn’t move from my spot in front of him and he just looked me over. “You think I’d accept a onetime medical service when a different service would be way more appreciated for my men’s efforts of letting you live?”

I scoffed.

“They didn’t have a choice but to let me live.” I said lowly and he went whew.

“Well don’t you have a mouth on you now. It seems the Long Zii has sparked a new fire in you.” he said.

“It’s more than what I would ever have in other tongs.” I said lowly. Now I noticed the slight frown on his face before he smirked again.

“I think you just didn’t give my little tong a chance.” he said with a pout. I looked down some for a moment before looking up at him.

“I can either help you before the tournament or after.” I replied. He laughed now.

“You’re going to that?” he asked. I shrugged.

“I was told to go. If you would like I could help your men after their fights.” I said. He shook his head.

“Oh no you will not be granting a service to anyone but me.” he said. Now a brief look of suspicion played on his face before he smirked even wider. “Is that why you came tonight? You wanted to thank me now?”

“I came to merely pass on the message from Long Zii is all. Now whether you want my thanks now or later is entirely on you. If I was you, I would take it now because after your tong loses, the little deal you tried to push on Long Zii will be long forgotten.” I replied. He barked out another laugh backing me up some until I was in the middle of the room.

“You think I’ll lose?” he asked more amusement laced in his tone. I kept my stance firm.

“I think what will be will be, I don’t think about the future and the events I cannot control. I can only think about now.” I replied looking him over some letting an invisible wave of confidence fall over me as I openly looked him over. It was time to put Ah Toy’s lesson to the test. I slowly leaned into him, and he was unmoved by my actions, but his eyes did wander down to my mouth as I let my lips move inches to his. Before he could move toward me, I leaned back and walked a few steps from him, my back to him.

“You once said if Long Zii agreed to give me to you for one night, you’d continue to show me exactly what turns you on.” I said now moving my hands to the strings of the cloak. I began to untie them, gently moving to face him. As he caught the sight of my fingers in the strings, I watched the wave of darkness flood over his eyes. Once the cloak was loose, I let it fall off my shoulders immediately revealing my bare body, covered by a leather body harness. Zing’s eyes flexed immediately, a different- darker gaze appearing in his eyes now.

This was something my late master had me wear beneath my dresses back on the plantation. It aroused him to know a sacred temple that only he could control. I had it on when Chao found me. I kept it in case… I ever found myself back in bondage again.

And I could tell now it aroused Zing, his body was tight, a quick shudder flowed over him.

His eyes drank me in like a predator stalking its prey. He slowly approached me, and I looked up at him, showing no fear. Tonight, I was someone else entirely. I was someone who would not be afraid of the man before me. He raised his hand confidently and pressed his calloused fingers against my left breast sliding his hand down my stomach and stopping above my pubic area. He now bridged the space between us, looming over me and I just stared up at him with seductive eyes.

“Will you show me what turns you on?” I asked innocently, my eyes showing a glimpse of submission.

He crashed his lips into mine and it was possessive yet passionate, which was definitely a reflection of his dominate personality. I feel his arms wrapping around my back to bring me into his body almost in desperation. He’s never done that before. I felt a whirlwind of emotions arise in me as my hands came up to wrap around his neck to pull him into me. Something felt different about this kiss.

His reputation as the fierce leader of the Fung Hai Tong preceded him, and I had always seen him as a figure of unyielding power and brutality, especially since I have experienced it physically.

I pulled back briefly as I didn’t even notice the wind was knocked out of me. Now, with his lips just inches from mine again, trying to reclaim my mouth, there was a sudden, unexpected softness in his eyes. What was he planning?

When our lips met again, the kiss was intense and commanding, much like Zing himself, yet, beneath that ferocity, I sensed a flicker of tenderness, a vulnerability that he rarely showed- hell I didn’t even think was possible for a man like him. It was a moment of raw connection, a blend of passion and dominance that took me by surprise.

As we kissed, mouths opening and tongues invading the other's mouths, I couldn’t help but wonder what laid behind this unexpected display of affection. Was this an expression of genuine feeling or was it another calculated move in his twisted plan to keep me in his tong permanently. The warmth of his lips contrasted sharply with the cold, ruthless persona I was used to seeing.

When Zing finally pulled away, his face quickly hardened, the moment of vulnerability vanishing as quickly as it had appeared. I looked into his eyes, now unreadable once more, and felt a mix of confusion and intrigue. In that fleeting moment, I had seen a side of Zing that few ever did, leaving me with a deep sense of uncertainty about what it truly meant.

“Long Zii will regret tempting my resolve with you.” he said huskily. I couldn’t help but smirk, feeling a bit overconfident now as I placed my hand in his hair and gave a firm grip. I saw the look of excitement in his eyes as he growled lowly from his chest. I could tell he was taken aback by the motion, but when my free hand cupped his bulging erection, I couldn’t help but smirk wider giving him a gentle rub. His lip flexed into a deep snarl.

“Please… with me you have no resolve.” I said which only earned me another violent kiss.

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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 1 year

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Secrets (5)

Pairings: Dark Wanda X Reader, Natasha X Reader

This fic is inspired by the song Secret by the Pierces and the HBO Max show Love and Death. I recommend listening to the song before reading but it's not necessary

Warnings: 18+ Soft smut and slightly rougher smut, Graphic Depictions of Violence, murder, dark thoughts, guilt, Heavy angst. Hurt no comfort.

Please consider these warnings before reading.

Chapter 5- If I can't have you, No one can (4.6k words)

Other Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4

If I can't have you, No one can

Y/N?

Yes, Wanda

I have something I want to ask you, but

You have to promise never to tell anyone

I promise

Do you swear on your life?

I swear on my life

Would you be interested in having an affair?

Pinching the bridge of her nose, a deep, heavy sigh left Wanda's lips, her mind swimming with thoughts. She saw how guilt-ridden you were about the whole affair, knowing that after tonight you definitely weren't going to risk being with her again. One of her biggest fear was that you would tell Natasha what had happened between the two of you as she could tell that the secret was eating you alive. She couldn't have anyone else finding out. Not Natasha. Not Vision. No one.

Walking towards the window, Wanda had one last look towards your house, a disappointed noise leaving her once seeing the curtains were still firmly shut, not even a small gap for her to look through.

You can't leave me Detka. I can't lose you.

Closing her own curtain, she walked away and sat on the edge of her bed, placing her head in her hands. Wanda was adamant about keeping you and your secret, but how was she going to get rid of Natasha? Endless ideas ran through her mind, only snapping out of her spiral of thoughts at the sound of the twins, realising they were up and getting ready for school. She would have to find a solution later.

I wont lose you Dorogaya.

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"Moya Lyubov," hummed a soft and gentle voice, their lips pressing against your cheek as you let out a sleepy groan. "Come on, wake up for me love," Natasha continued, your head pressing further into your pillow as the redhead leaned over your body, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I have a surprise for you..." she whispers at the shell of your ear in a low tone, your eyes fluttering open, glancing over to the bedside table for the time.

Natasha had woken you up half an hour before your alarm, a small groan leaving you at being denied sleep before that turned into a sensual sigh at the feeling of her lips at your neck.

"A surprise? At this time?" you murmur out, rolling onto your back and letting her climb above you, her legs straddling your waist. "I wonder what it could be," your eyes stare up into her enamoured green, a teasing and lust-filled glint shining in them.

"Have a guess," she purrs, letting her lips meet yours softly, a quiet moan escaping you at the intimacy of the moment. Your hands thread through her red hair, keeping her close and deepening the kiss, her tongue dominating your mouth.

"A puppy?" you sigh out jokingly when she pulls back from the kiss, your chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. She rolls her eyes at you, her fingers tracing your jawline before travelling down to your neck, hand ghosting the base of your neck as she rests it there.

"Not a puppy," she mutters out, "But I could get you a collar," your cheeks immediately redden at that, a chuckle leaving her lips at your flustered state.

"Shut up," you grumble, pulling her back down for another kiss which she smiles into, you inevitably doing the same. Natasha laughs once more before letting her hands drift down your body, her lips relentless against yours while her fingers slide under the waistband of your sleep shorts. "Fuck," you sigh out when her teeth bite down on your lower lip, her moving her kisses to your neck.

"Is this ok?" she whispers when sliding the shorts down your legs, a quick 'yes' spilling from your lips. "You're so beautiful Moya Lyubov," her tone is low at your ear, making you groan before her fingers teasingly trace random patterns at your inner thighs. She can feel your hips twitching upwards, desperate for her touch making her smirk as she presses a hot, open-mouthed kisses at the juncture of your neck.

"Nat, please," you sigh out, her just silencing you with her lips. You moan into the kiss when her fingers brush your clit, an innocent look in her eyes as she peers up into your eyes.

"What's wrong?" she playfully murmurs, you deciding to take matters into your own hands, flipping the two of you over so you were on top. Smiling down at her as you straddle her lap, she raises her brow at you, your body leaning forwards to claim her lips.

"You're teasing," you grumble to answer her question, your hands moving down her body, tracing the curve of her hips before pulling down her panties, moaning softly when you could feel they were already wet. "And we're short for time so, why don't we make the most of it?" She clenches her jaw to bite back a groan when you move your hips so that your pussy is pressed against hers, the warm and slick feeling causing pleasure to flow through you both.

"Fuck," she moans quietly when you grind your hips down against her, her hands moving to guide your hips as you start moving faster. "You feel so good," she groans and it's sinful the way she says those words. You clench around nothing at the way she looks up at you, arousal and heat burning through your body as you need to feel more of her.

"Natasha," you moan, moving your hands to interlock with hers for support as your clits brush against each other, another lewd noise escaping her.

Soft moans and pants filled the room as you continued to grind against each other, Natasha's hips moving up in time with yours, filthy sounds of your cores rubbing together mixing with the sinful noises escaping you both. It didn't take long for you both to be on edge, Natasha's head lolled back, sharp jawline exposed until you moved your face lower to pepper kisses along it, groaning against the skin when your hips ground down harder.

"I'm so close," she sighs out sensually, her hands moving to tangle in your hair and tug your mouth back towards hers. She moans into your mouth at the intensity of the kiss as you pour all your love and passion for her in it, her hips twitching frantically under you.

"So am I," you pant out against her lips, her fingers tightening their grip on your hair making you groan at the small pain mixing with pleasure.

"Come with me Moya Lyubov," she rasps out, your body trembling against hers as your orgasm crashes through you. You crash your lips to hers desperately, muffling both of your moans as she also falls over the edge, her hips rolling against yours as you both ride out the aftershocks of your orgasms.

Your body rests on hers, forehead against hers as you try to catch your breath. Her lips meet yours gently once more, barely brushing them before pulling back, the soft sounds of breathing taking over the room. Fluttering your eyes open, a smile stretches across your face at the content expression etched on her face, a similar one taking over yours.

The moment is interrupted by the sound of your alarm going off, a displeased noise escaping you at the annoying noise. You smack the clock to shut it up, not too sure whether you broke it or just hit the stop button, and buried your face at the crook of Natasha's neck, body melting against hers. "Good morning," you mumble at her skin, the warmth of her body slowly lulling you back to sleep

"Good morning Moya Lyubov, but you have to get up now," she whispers encouragingly, knowing today was an important day at the bookstore. Maria Hill, one of the most famous authors at the moment, had a new book coming out to which people had pre-ordered from your store, desperate to get their hands on it.

"I could just stay here," you grumble, a sound of surprise leaving you when Natasha sits up with you in her arms, forcing you to get up as she gets out of bed. "That was rude," she chuckles at the small pout on your face, kissing your forehead to make it disappear before walking into the bathroom and starting the shower.

"I'll make it up to you in the shower," she purrs out sultrily at the door frame, pulling her shirt over her head making you practically jump out of the bed, eager to join her.

Who cares if you were going to be a few minutes late opening up the shop?

***

"So I will see you tomorrow?" you say to Natasha as you start to head out of the front door in a rush, spending a little too long in the shower and now definitely going to be late to the shop.

"Tomorrow," she confirms, passing you the keys to your car as you had forgotten them in your rush. You offer her a shy smile, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips, lingering for a moment before pulling back.

"Say hi to Yelena for me," you say while getting in your car as that's where the redhead was off to later in the day.

"I will do," she stands by your door, your window rolling down quickly as you say goodbye to her, the smile never leaving her face

"And be safe, no getting into trouble with Yelena," you say in a faux serious tone, offering her a warning look to which she lets an angelic laugh out at.

"I can't make any promises," she teases, making you roll your eyes at her, knowing full well something would happen involving the redhead, her sister and a few vodkas. "I love you," she says once you're ready in the car, bending down to kiss you once more through the rolled down window.

"I love you too," you sigh back, smiling to yourself as you reverse out of the drive, thinking about the way her lips felt on yours on your way to the shop.

Natasha watched your car drive down the road, about to walk back to the house when she heard her name being called.

"Natasha?" Wanda called again, jogging a little from her front door to catch up with the other woman.

"Is everything alright?" the redhead asks as the older woman pants slightly.

"Oh yes, everything is fine," she dismisses, allowing the worry to fade from Natasha. "I was just wondering if you could help me move a box from the basement to upstairs? It's too heavy for me to lift on my own," she explains, Natasha checking her watch and noting that she had plenty of time before she had to start getting ready to leave for Yelena's.

"I can help," she offers the older woman a kind smile, Wanda's jaw clenching to hide the overjoyed expression that wanted to take over.

"Perfect."

***

The creaking of the stairs echoed around the basement as Natasha walked down them, Wanda following behind as she guided Natasha on where she was going.

"The box is in the far left corner," she explains, holding back a bit while Natasha ventures her way through the concrete room. Her eyes took in all the discarded toys that were the twins and other items littered on wooden shelves, the old furniture that seemed to be used once in a while for events and an array of cardboard boxes filled with various items.

"Is it just this one?" Natasha asks when she sees the large box in the corner, turning around to face the older woman when her body froze, fear taking over.

The green of Wanda's eyes become empty, her hands clutching tightly the handle of an axe, a nervous chuckle escaping Natasha. This was just a joke, right?

"Wanda, what are you doing?" her tone is laced with fear, a shiver running down her spine when Wanda merely tilts her head, anger now evident on her face.

"You can't have her," she says, a taut smile taking over her face as her eyes regain some life, danger and hurt swirling in them, "I won't let you take her from me."

As Wanda takes a step forward, Natasha takes one backwards, the back of her legs hitting the cardboard box leaving her trapped in the corner of the room.

"What? I haven't taken anything from you Wanda," Natasha's voice wavering as she keeps her eyes on Wanda's knuckles bleeding white, her grip increasing along with her anger and insanity.

"You are the reason she's not mine," Wanda continues, ignoring the redhead's confusion as she points the axe at her. "You are the reason I can't have her and if I can't have her, no one can."

Wanda takes another step towards Natasha, conflicted emotions written across her face as she's somewhat clueless about what was going on and terrified of Wanda.

"Who?" Natasha desperately sighs out, looking around the room to see if there was anything that could help her escape. There wasn't anything useful nearby so she would have to settle on trying to talk Wanda out of this.

"Y/n," at the sound of your name, Natasha's face drops, confusion and hurt evident. Upon seeing the pain on Natasha's face, the corners of Wanda's lip pull up into a cruel smirk, "She's mine."

"Wanda..." The redhead loses her track of thoughts as she tries to comprehend what Wanda was saying, the older woman deciding to be sinister and make her suffer.

"She even said it," Natasha's jaw clenches as Wanda continued, her grip loosening on the axe as she torments the other woman. Despite the hurt consuming the Russian, she was still observant, noticing how Wanda's fingers relaxed against the wooden handle. "I'm yours, your slut," When Wanda imitates you, confirming what she feared, Natasha could physically feel her heart crack a little, burying the pain of it all like she used to do before she met you.

You wouldn't do this. Would you? No, no you wouldn't. You had been acting differently but... You loved her.

Right?

Those were Natasha's thoughts as Wanda was within arms reach, taunting her with more words she shut out. She refused to believe what she was hearing, you wouldn't hurt her like that. Wanda was just insane, clearly deranged as she held an axe by her side.

"She wouldn't do that," Natasha's voice was adamant, and painfully so as you had done what Wanda said. Natasha was determined to block out all the doubts in her mind, but there was no way of preventing the twisting pain in her heart of her uncertainty.

"She did," is all Wanda says as she smiles to herself, thinking about how you were fully hers when in the motel, too blissed out to even consider Natasha.

It was in that brief moment when Wanda was lost in thought that Natasha decided to capitalise on her lack of focus and shove the older woman as far as possible, knocking her over. While falling, the axe clatters to the ground, falling out of Wanda's hands before she rushes to her feet as Natasha tries to run past her, catching her hair and pulling hard on it, a pained noise escaping the redhead. Wanda pulls her body back towards her before pushing Natasha into one of the shelves with force, her body roughly coming into contact with the wood.

Natasha's desire to live was tragically overpowered by Wanda's brutal desire to have you, the younger woman giving it her all as she fought back.

Natasha's leg kicked back at Wanda, catching her with her boot and causing a groan of pain to leave the other woman, moving to push Wanda into a shelf this time. Wanda anticipated the move, manoeuvring out of the way and pushing Natasha into another one, her body colliding with a metal box that was on a shelf. A cry left her at the feeling of a rib cracking, fighting the tears that wanted to spill as she grabbed the box and swung it at Wanda.

She screamed in anguish when the metal of the box caught the side of her forehead, causing her to fall to her knees.

While Wanda was down, Natasha ran as fast as she could with the throbbing pain in her abdomen, staggering up the stairs to reach the door. Her hand clutched at her abdomen, her other hand reaching the rail to help pull her body up before pain lacerated her back.

The sound of a gut-wrenching scream reverberated around the room only to be quickly replaced by a disgusting squelch as the axe was ripped out of Natasha's back. Her body became rigid with pain as red seeped out the glistening wound in her upper back, Wanda's body buzzing with adrenaline as she watched the woman fall to the stairs and sob against them.

The sound of Wanda's heavy breathing matched with the pounding of Natasha's heart, the latter waiting apprehensively for her inevitable fate as she turned as best she could to beg the other for her life.

Wanda's jaw clenched hard, her teeth violently grinding against one another as she stared into Natasha's pleading emerald eyes. Regret didn't even cross Wanda's mind as the bloodstained axe was raised in the air once more as she snapped.

Blood messily splattered against the walls while flesh was repeatedly shredded by the blade, Wanda's breathing becoming ragged from the adrenaline coursing through her body. The crack of Natasha's skull was deafening as it crunched under the force of the metal, crumbling apart as if it were nothing. Bone was brutally splintered like pieces of wood, flesh clinging to the axe as it was lifted into the air again, and again, and again until what was left was unrecognisable.

Crimson oozed down the stairs while the warm liquid coated Wanda's body, a revolting noise echoing around the room as the axe was torn out of Natasha's viscera for the final time. The aggressive pounding of Wanda's heart filled her ears, the dripping of blood from the weapon going unnoticed as it stained the floor beneath her.

Emotion soon resurfaced in Wanda's eyes as she stood frozen over what some wouldn't even consider a corpse, too mutilated to be described as such a thing.

Shock rapidly followed, the metal of the axe colliding with the floor in a pool of crimson and rattling as Wanda's hands quickly pushed her hair back in a stressed manner, only further smearing the blood that coated her body.

Detka, Look what you made me do.

I did this for you.

You.

You made me kill her.

You gave me no other choice.

She never deserved you.

She wouldn't kill for you.

I would.

I have.

That's how much you mean to me Detka.

Can't you see it?

A series of unstable and unhealthy thoughts swarmed her mind as she lifted her foot to step over the mangled body, moving on autopilot as she made her way into the bathroom.

From there on what happened was hazy to Wanda, the sensation of water burning into her skin as the liquid was tainted red being one of the only things she could remember vividly. The rest of the clean up a complete blur as she was lost to her dark thoughts once more, utterly and terrifyingly consumed by you.

If you had loved me, this would never have had to have happened.

If you had loved me...

You never loved me.

***

Knocking on the door of the motel, you waited patiently outside until Wanda revealed herself, a smile taking over her face. You mirrored her expression, offering a shy, gentle one as you walked into the familiar room.

To say you hadn't thought about her today would have been a complete lie. Every time you had a small break from the customers your mind drifted to tonight. You were tired and exhausted from tending to the vast amount of people today and were in dire need of something to relax you, making tonight seem more appealing than you anticipated. Guilt gnawed at you slowly for the excitement, berating yourself for giving into your own selfish wants one more time but you were adamant tonight was the last time so, why not try to enjoy it?

You hated yourself for loving the way Wanda made you feel, hated the fact that, despite loving Natasha, you wanted tonight to happen before it all ended. You wanted one final night with Wanda whether you wanted to admit it or not.

"How was your day Detka?" she asks as she sits on the bed, inviting you onto her lap to which you do so, a little more hesitant than Wanda liked though. It seemed that despite wanting tonight, your guilt was still holding you back.

Stop holding onto her. She's gone.

"Tiring," you sigh out, your body tense in her lap as her hands drift up and down your body. You noticed the slightly rougher texture of her fingers, unknowing that she scrubbed them almost raw to remove the blood that stained her skin and creeped under her fingernails. Her eyes watched you intently, an indecipherable glint in them as you opened your mouth to say something before pausing, unsure of whether to say it or not.

"What's wrong Detka?" her voice contains a little annoyance at your unsure state, wanting you to be completely in the moment with her.

"I just..." You're nervous under her gaze, your eyes looking away from her to which she guides your chin to face hers, forcing you to look at her. "I need you to know this is definitely the last time," you whisper, her jaw clenching, "And I was thinking of telling Natasha-"

"What?" her voice was harsh as she interrupted you, confusion and anger swirling in her eyes, "Why?"

"I want to be honest with her," your tone wavering, "I won't let her know it was you, I promise, Vision will never find out-"

"You swore you'd never tell," she sighs out, looking away from you and letting out a heavy breath. "Let's just talk about this later," she mumbles, turning back to face you, "I want to enjoy one last night with you."

You shyly nod your head, her lips meeting yours roughly, desperately trying to release her pent up frustration and anger. Her hands quickly drifted to your hair, threading through your locks and tangling her fingers in them, tugging your head where she wanted.

You moaned into the kiss at the small amount of pain, your hands cupping her face as she deepened the kiss. You were slow in your movements to begin with, the guilt of it all fading away as arousal took over, filthy words spilling from her lips to help you drift into your submissive headspace when with her.

Once you gained a little more confidence, your hands ventured down her body, nails digging into her back a little before she took you by surprise and flipped the two of you over, pressing you into the mattress.

Her front was flush against yours, the feeling of her knee at your core causing a low moan to escape you.

"Tell Mommy what you want from her," she purrs near your ear, one of her hands moving to the base of your neck, applying a firm amount of pressure as you groan at the dominant action.

"I want you," you sigh out, wanting her to make everything else go away for tonight. The guilt, the stress, the exhaustion from today, she could make it all go away and you wanted that. "I want you to make me forget everything but you."

Wanda's head moved away from your neck, tilting it inquisitively as her thoughts took over once more.

You don't want me. You want her.

You only want me for tonight. I want you forever.

Her hand squeezed a little harder, her eyes darkening a little more in a dangerous manner.

"You don't want me," she grits out, your brows furrowing at the sudden harsh tone of voice. "You never wanted me," the pressure of her hand on your throat becomes uncomfortable, her switch in mood scaring you as your hands clutch at her arm, trying to ease her grip.

"Wanda," you choke out, her grip never faltering as she stares into your fearful eyes, face slowly reddening due to her actions. "Please stop," the other woman ignores your plea, her face clearly conflicted as she continued to choke you.

"You swore you'd never tell," she says once more, your nails digging into her skin as you desperately try to stop her.

"I wont tell her," your voice weak as you struggle for breath. You clawed at her arms to push her away, tears spilling from your cheeks at the pain of her actions.

"You can't," Wanda sighs out, confusion and the lack of air causing your mind to become fuzzy. "You can't tell her but that doesn't matter," she eases her grip, allowing you to breathe a little as she's still conflicted on what to do.

You're never going to want me.

You'll hate me if you knew what I did.

I can't have you hating me.

"You'll hate me," she mumbles to herself before making a decision, her grip suddenly increasing making you cough at the sheer amount of pressure she applies to your throat, blocking your airways.

"You swore on your life," your head goes lightheaded, your mind not able to process what was going on as you drifted between consciousness and unconsciousness, Wanda ignoring that as she continues to talk to you, needing to express and try to justify her actions to herself. "This is all your fault," tears brew in her eyes as your eyes flutter shut, your body shutting down from the lack of oxygen as she leaves you to die in her arms. "You should have loved me. Me," she exclaims with a distraught tone, completely lost to insanity.

"You should have loved me," she sobs out again, her heart breaking at what she had done, your arm falling from hers onto the bed, pulse having stopped under her fingertips. Her hands shake as she releases your neck, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as fresh tears spill down her cheek. "I never wanted to hurt you but you- you made me do this," her voice shakes as she just stares at your lifeless body, her heart twisting painfully at the sight.

"I'm sorry Detka," she whispers, leaning to press a kiss to your forehead, lingering as she lets out a pained whimper.

Why didn't you just love me?

After drowning in her thoughts, Wanda pulls away from you once she regains some sort of control over herself, wiping the tears from her cheeks before climbing off your body, standing shakily on her feet to leave the room as she can't face what she's done. Her body pauses at the door though, her head turning to look at the still body on the bed,

"You're mine forever now. I love you Dorogaya."

—

'Cause two can keep a secret if one of them is dead

Yes, two can keep a secret if one of them is dead

Yes, two can keep a secret if one of us is dead'

—

I hate this just as much as you do. I'm sorry.

Despite all the pain, I hope you have enjoyed reading Secrets as much as I have enjoyed writing it. It was meant to be a short one shot where I experimented with darker tones and heavier angst but it became this and I love and hate the fact I wrote it.

Please leave any thoughts/comments/votes <3 Please don't kill me for this ;)

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