#and I was so exited. it doesn't have straps so I could wear it with dresses :(

[skull-ishcloud]

I may or may not have been schemed by the most well known binder stores in my country. Like I paid R$ 73,00 reais in this little shit, their Whatsapp number isnt working, they haven't returned my email, their site hasn't said anything about seeing the package's transportation. Why didnt I think it was sus before I bought it? Because it was midnight I was crazy dysphoric thinking about my graduation and how I may not have an actual binder by then. SO I WAS IMPULSIVE. also because I've been meaning to buy it for like months. Also because it only got that weird after I had sent the money. Also because I trusted people online saying it was a good site.

I'm feeling so dumb right now. I hope they send me a sign that they are actually gonna deliver it.

Not even getting to the thing that made me take so long to buy it, that someone might catch me (I'm not out yet), but I could convince my mother (who knows how uncomfortable bras can be) that layering three tight sports bras was more "comfortable" so it's probably fine right??

[messylustt]

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𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨 (𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥) — 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬

miguel o’hara x fem!reader. 1.3k words

fic masterlist pt one next part

i’ve gotten some help with my spanish and have approved/fixed accordingly (if you have any suggestions on the spanish please speak up!); enemies to lovers trope; not obvious, but subtle jealous miguel; human(not spider-person)!reader; spanish term of endearment ‘chaparrita’ — miguel o’hara has never liked you—a human—joining the team as the ‘person in the chair’. he’s made his distaste for you clear. but when he speaks certain spanish words you don’t understand, he reveals that his annoyance of you is by the fact that you make him feel ‘hot’. soon, a deal surfaces, his promotion benefitting you both.

Miguel watches as you fiddled with the different tech machines, tapping with a focused gaze. He tilted his head, staying by the large spider, having spread out screens filled with the many mission's info.

He had a slight scowl on his face, his expression usually one considered moody. But this time he had a reason for it. You.

You were a pain to Miguel, far too nice to every spider-person. He hadn't liked having you here the moment a few of them recommended you. They described you as the 'person in the chair'. You were smart, sure, but Miguel didn't think you belonged here. You weren't a spider-person like the rest of them, you were human.

He jumped down, landing beside you. You look to your left, having to tilt your head up at his sheer height. You gulp. You've always been nervous around Miguel O'hara. You didn't think he once smiled, his gaze only seeming to harden, especially when you would speak.

So, you kept it minimal. Only talking to him when it was required. "O'hara." You nod, turning quickly back to your work. "Anything I can help you with?"

"Nothing you can help with, y/l/n." His small jab at your inability in many areas, such as swinging from buildings with web, made you straighten your spine.

You ignore his tone, again not daring to meet his gaze. "Then, I'm sure Jessica will be here soon to help with anything."

Miguel's eyes wander your stiff posture. He could tell that he made you nervous, and part of him relished in that. It helped him think that you knew your place.

When you noticed that he wasn't leaving, you go to say something else, when Hobie and Peter burst into the room. Both yours and Miguel's attentions shift. Hobie easily moves towards you, making you smile. He reached his hand out as you did what many would call a typical 'bro handshake'. But Hobie instead chose to call something far from normality, in his prominent british accent.

Hobie was one of the ones who recommended you for this job. And you've been beyond grateful since.

"How's ya bloody borin’ shit goin’?" Hobie asks, leaning down to see whatever nonsense you had typed up.

"Describe 'boring shit'." You say, your tone turning smug.

He scoffs, eyeing the screen again, before giving up and grabbing your chin to turn back to the tech. "Keep working."

You chuckle, just as Miguel speaks. "Aren't you supposed to be out?"

Hobie looks to Miguel, straightening his guitar strap. "What—should I start callin’ ya boss, and kissin’ ya boots?"

Hobie has always been one to 'do his own thing' and completely bypass the rules. Miguel looks unimpressed, as Hobie holds his hands up in fake innocence. Peter chimes in. "He doesn't wear boots."

Hobie glances at him. "Thanks Peter. I didn't know."

Peter doesn't have time to respond before he's running after his swinging daughter. "Just get back to work." Miguel says. "That includes you, Peter. And didn't I say not bring her here?" He sounds exasperated, as he pinches the bridge between his nose.

You spin in your seat watching as Peter sends back a 'sorry', as he disappears, running through the large exit door. Hobie is quick to follow sending you a nod and a smile.

You wave them off, feeling the tension flood back into the room now that it's just you and Miguel again. You swiftly spin back in your chair, your fingers going back to tapping, as your legs spread comfortably.

Miguel looks back at you, before running his hand down his face, muttering. "No abras las piernas como una invitación." (Don't open your legs like an invitation.)

You pause, glancing at him. "What was that?"

He glances back at you, eyeing your confused expression. You, of course, didn't know spanish.

He places his hands against the desk, leaning a fraction closer to you, his gaze fluttering across your features. "Podría decirte cualquier cosa en español y no sabrías lo que quiero decir." (I could say anything to you in Spanish and you wouldn't know what I mean.)

"You know I don't know spanish." You mutter.

"I know. And the thought of you being so unaware, makes me want to tell you..." He leans closer to your ear, making your pulse beat rapidly. "....cuanto me haces arder, cariño. (how much you make me burn inside.) And it’s beyond annoying.”

You sigh, pushing slightly away from him. "Look, I know you find me annoying." You begin. "That's fine. But just...can you at least give me somewhat of a chance?"

"Do to what?" He asks, crossing his arms, as he leans back against the desk.

"To prove I'm helpful."

"Helpful?" Miguel asks, tilting his head. "You want to be helpful?"

"Of course."

"Then find a more suitable job." He stands to walk away.

"If you want me gone, then why don't you fire me?"

He pauses for a moment. "Sadly, I need a proper reason for that. So, if you want to be helpful to me. Then fuck something up."

"But while you're here being useless you should probably learn spanish." Miguel says as he walks out the door.

You huff, staring after him, watching as his back muscles contracted in a way that made you look away, gulping. Fucking Miguel O'hara.

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You sit, feet up by the tech, as you tapped away on your phone. You got a congratulatory 'ding' whenever you got a word or sentence right, and a rather loud 'booing' sound when you got a word or sentence wrong.

Yes, you're trying to learn Spanish. You sadly hadn't remembered word for word what Miguel had said to you, so you couldn't put it through translation. He must have purposefully spoken fast so you wouldn't have time to catch each word and remember.

'Me gusta ir al museo.' Your phone spoke. It translated to 'I like going to the museum' You had gotten it wrong, putting ‘park’ instead.

You groan, your head knocking back as your eyes shut in annoyance. You were only smart in certain areas. You let your phone drop to the desk, as you stretch, keeping your eyes shut tight, as if you could find the Spanish language hidden behind them.

"Spanish?" A deep voice spoke, making you jump, swiftly getting to your feet and spinning.

Miguel stands in his signature spider suit, your phone in his grasp. "I didn't think you'd actually listen to me."

You snatch it back, switching it off, as you scratch the back of your neck. "I was just..." You drift off sighing. "I like this job."

Miguel watches you closely. "You're committed, I'll give you that."

You smile, the word 'progress' swirling in your brain. "I learnt a sentence." You say, brows creasing in remembrance. "Me gusta...ir al...musio?" (I like going...to the...musio?) You say this more so as a question as you meet the amused gaze of Miguel.

"Ir al museo." (To the museum) He corrects, knowing the generic 'hobbies' sentences most kids learn.

"…I was close." You say, smiling, before you realise who you're talking to, your nerves returning.

Miguel nearly kicked himself for feeling warm at the small smile that you gave. You were trying to learn spanish—loosely—for him. "Can I make you a deal?" He suddenly asks.

You narrow your eyes a fraction. "What kinda deal?"

"One where we can help each other." He mutters, stepping closer. "You want to stay, correct?"

You nod.

"Then you're gonna have to convince me that you'd do anything for a mission."

You straighten, eyes widening at the chance to prove your worth. "I lead most missions, so loosely, you'd have to do anything for me."

He's much, much closer, eyeing you. "But we can make this a ‘give and take’. Let me teach you Spanish—something you'll need working here, close by me, and in return for every lesson, you have to do something for me."

You eye him. "Like what?"

"Anything." He answers. "Because you'll have to do anything that's required for those missions. Call it practice, or proving your worth, chaparrita."

You lick your lips thinking. You can't see anything inherently wrong with this 'deal', so you nod. And that earns you the very first smile you've seen from Miguel O’hara.

i know this is short, but I just wanted to see if any of you guys would be interested in a full fic like this…

also if you would like to be in a taglist for this story — just comment

[simp4konig]

I'm undecided as to whether or not Nikto would ever show his lover (you) his face willingly — and if so, how he would go about it... 😟❤️‍🩹

I'm torn between him putting it off as long as he can put it off for, so paranoid by the prospect that the sight of his mangled face will repulse you, that it becomes a phobia that his traumatised mind justifies.

Nikto valued you over anything, and should the sight of his face — irreversibly disfigured and ugly — look utterly repulsive and nauseating to you, it would devastate him.

So, with that said, perhaps Nikto would wear the mask always, parting with it never, ever, and refuse to be seen without the reinforced plastic mask strapped tight to his thick skill — with a black balaclava beneath just for safe measure. Only when you'd be soundly asleep would he brush his teeth and wash his face, cursing silently in Russian at the hideous face that stared back at him in the mirror. A stranger who he couldn't recognise.

I doubt he'd be able to raise this with you, and I headcanon that you would feel sheepish to ask. At this rate, he would never, ever take off the mask, for as long as he could help it. And any glimpse of his profile would have been on accident, and a secret that you'd keep to yourself. Out of respect for his privacy, you'd never sneak a peek behind the rare door left ajar, closing it quietly for Nikto before he realised his mishap.

Or, Nikto, considered the nobody, no one worthy of your love, thinks that if his stoic personality and traumatised self haven't done enough to drive you away from him, surely the fact that he is an ugly brute ought to do so? Surely you'd come to terms with how he doesn't deserve you, and that you deserve better? Deserve better than a shell of the man that he once was?

Because you were too good to be true. There was no reality in which a sweet little one like you would love this repugnant, disfigured face, even if his dick — miraculously in one piece — satisfied you and the scarred tissue after chemical burns and scars on his body alone weren't a sore sight to begin with. He didn't deserve someone so lovely, so loving, the epitome of beauty. The complete contrast of him.

So, thinking, “Fuck it”, having convinced himself that you'll inevitably leave when you see the face he keeps hidden from view anyways, he rationalises his impulsive action as not prolonging the inevitable. As not getting his hopes up and letting himself be disappointed later when he won't be able to imagine his life without you.

Maybe Nikto would impulsively discard the mask on the ceramic sink after a shower, and exit the bathroom nonchalantly, his expression emotionless and unreadable to conceal the inner turmoil and hurricane of emotions like a whirlwind in his mind, silently awaiting your approval. Maybe Nikto would surprise you by having you in his arms after a long deployment, and catch you off-guard by his face, laid bare for you to see and criticise. Maybe Nikto would ask you to help him paint his eyes with black warpaint, pretending to need help, when in reality it was simply an excuse and a test. To see if his face would shock you.

In any case, whatever the case, Nikto would feign indifference, appearing uncaring, when he was internally in turmoil, a violent storm of emotions like a whirlwind in his mind.

Were you repulsed? Did the scar tissue from chemical burns on one side of his face disgust you? Did that lifted lip — cut when he was tortured — resembling an animal’s snarl make you visibly cringe? Was the hooked nose that had been broken so many times that it was permanently off-center and deformed, the root of his snoring and inability to breathe, make you grimace? What about his crooked teeth? His thin, cracked lips? Those stained, out-of-shape teeth really that bad to look at? The bald patches of closely-cropped, prematurely grey hair on his scalp that would never regrow a full head of hair? The sunken cheeks? The hollow eyes? The slight concave to his jawline?

He noticed the initial wince, the reaction that came instinctively, which hurt regardless, even after having had braced himself for that grimace.

Bozhe. Stop looking at him with sympathy with those earnest eyes. Don't pity him. Don't pity him. Don't pity him.

Yet, when your eyes wouldn't linger on any specific aspect of his face, and you would offer him a smile that reached your eyes, the stormclouds would calm, and the intrusive thoughts slowly dissipate.

TL:DR, either Nikto will never show his face to his lover, or will do so impulsively.

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A/N

Couldn't sleep, so I decided to brainstorm Nikto drabbles 😍😍❣️❣️❣️

My neighbour wouldn't stfu. GOD I hate my street!!!!! 😡😡😡👊👊✊👊👊✊💥💥💥💥💥🥊🥊🥊🥊 (and Linda!!!!!! )

The description of Nikto's face is a compilation of my own headcanons. 🥹 (I want to kiss him SO BAD 😣💔💔💔)

This was going to go in another direction, but I have another Nikto work coming after I realised that I could write a separate ficlet 🤭✨✨

[five-bi-five-mind]

Could you please make a fic of Wanda and reader. Vision kisses Wanda even though they are broken up. Reader punches Vision and Wanda proves to reader she only loves the reader. Smut at the end bd happy ending please

I'm Yours Too

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem!Reader

Words: 9.5k+

Genre: Angst & Smut

Summary: Vision doesn't take the sight of you on his ex girlfriend's arm very well. What was supposed to be a night of Wanda proudly showing off her lovely girlfriend turned into a night that almost broke the both of you. But Wanda isn't one to let you get away so easily.

Warnings: Toxic!Wanda, jealous!Wanda, possessive!Wanda, alcohol use, mentions of cheating but not really (it's a misunderstanding), top!Wanda, bottom!Reader, fingering, strap on use (all r receiving), magic strap, also cum strap with a tiny bit of a breeding kink...

A/N: This doesn't 100% follow your prompt, anon, but it's pretty darn close! Also ha... don't know what came over me with the smut oops. I just really love writing toxic Wanda railing reader I guess....

Agreeing to go to this party was a big mistake. At least that’s what you were beginning to believe as the minutes ticked by and you were still sitting alone at the bar, two and a half drinks down when you thought you’d only have one. But then again, you also thought your girlfriend wouldn’t ditch you for so long to go god knows where. 

Crowds weren’t your thing either and Wanda knew that. So when she got invited to Tony’s extravagant party she knew she would have to do some convincing. Luckily for her, she also knew exactly how to get you to agree. Right now, as you sat nervously in a sea of party goers, downing your third drink, you were really regretting how easily you folded.

Your fingers tapped on the bar counter as you considered ordering a fourth since Wanda was still nowhere in sight. The alcohol would calm your nerves hopefully, but the rational side of your brain told you to slow it down. You weren’t drunk, but you definitely weren’t sober either. It might be best to keep yourself as level as you can be while teetering that line between tipsy and drunk. At least until you find Wanda.

It didn’t help that, not only had Wanda ditched you, but the moment you two got there she was preoccupied with whoever was blowing up her phone. You assumed that was why she told you she needed a moment and made her way through the crowd without you. What also added to your frustration was that you couldn’t find a single soul you knew. Natasha had graciously thought to text you to tell you she would be there but was running late. At this point, between waiting for your girlfriend and waiting for your best friend for what you think is about thirty minutes, your patience was wearing thin. 

You decided to give it just five more minutes. If you didn’t see Wanda return to your side or Natasha to swoop in and rescue you, then you’d go hunt down your girlfriend. The only thing was now you couldn’t decide if you wanted to drag her back to the bar and then freely let yourself get drunk with her watchful eye on you as you let go of your anxiety or drag her ass back home and into the comfort and safety of your very cozy bed. You were leaning towards the second option.

No matter how many times you checked your phone, it didn’t change the fact that you had no new notifications. Not from Wanda, not from Nat, not from a single person you thought might be at that party. No, the only notification you got was the warning that your phone battery hit 10%. With a heavy sigh, you decided that was the sign to go find someone you knew. Preferably your missing girlfriend, who you were now quite frustrated with.

Pushing yourself off the bar, your eyes set their sights on the exit to the main hall of the party. You’d scour the entire place if you needed to so you could find your girlfriend and hopefully convince her to get the hell out of here. You’d already been scanning the crowd in the main part of the event and you’d definitely caught at least a glimpse of her red hair through the crowd, but alas she was nowhere insight.

With gusto, you pushed through the crowd until you reached the exit of the crowded room and was just met with a few scattered groups of people here and there in the halls leading up to the main event space. You took a deep breath, you might not have been outside necessarily, but at least you were away from all the excitement and the reduced noise was refreshing to you. Quickly, but still carefully as you scanned your surroundings, you made your way through the rest of the building. Still no Wanda. You were getting farther and farther away from the party and deeper and deeper into the more secluded parts of the convention center. Tony really picked a maze to rent out, you thought as you chose random halls to turn and search through.

All the while, you were checking your phone. You had sent more than a few texts to Wanda, each conveying a little more of your frustration than the last. None of those messages went answered, let alone read. What was worse was there was still no sign of Nat. She promised to text you the moment she arrived and you at least trusted her to keep her word, so you knew you at least wouldn’t run into her in these halls. 

After a few more turns, you realized the sound of the party’s booming music was now nothing more than a dull hum. You were probably on the complete opposite side of the building. Your hopes in finding Wanda were starting to diminish and for a second you seriously contemplated just calling a car to take you home. But as if by some miracle you finally heard her voice echo down the hall. 

Your pace picked up as you followed the sound of her voice. Finally, you could get the hell out of this place. Being left at the party for so long had already made you ready to leave, but having to search through an unfamiliar place for so long meant you weren’t going to budge on that decision. Wanda was going to take you home and there wasn’t going to be any argument about it. 

“Wanda, where did you go?” You said as you caught a glimpse of her when rounding the corner of the hall. “I’ve been looking all over for-“ You cut yourself off when she was fully in view. Only she wasn’t alone. Stopping dead in your tracks the scene before you felt like a gut punch. There she was, Wanda, the woman you love, wrapped in the arms of the man she used to be with. Your world felt like it shattered in two seconds.

Neither heard you, but Vision was the first to see you. He pulled from Wanda’s lips to lock eyes with you. His face was devoid of any emotion when he took in your shocked expression. As if he didn’t realize he was taking away the one person you love most in this world. As if what you caught him doing was nothing to him.  

Wanda’s reaction was the exact opposite of Visions when their kiss broke, but you didn’t notice. Your eyes locked on the man who was currently all over your girlfriend. You couldn’t begin to look at Wanda, but if you did you would’ve noticed the way her body was absolutely ridged in Vision’s embrace. The moment Wanda realized Vision had pulled away, her hands pressed hard to his chest and she gave a powerful shove. His arms fell from her, but when he didn’t even acknowledge her fuming in front of him, she turned to see where he was staring off to. 

And then her heart stopped. The anger Wanda showed towards Vision immediately transformed into concern as her eyes locked onto your face. Wanda knew what this looked like, and it wasn’t good. 

Wanda didn’t have to read your mind to understand exactly what you thought this whole ordeal was, she could see it written all over your face. The problem is, it really wasn’t what it looked like. 

Wanda had been getting bombarded with messages from Vision from the very minute she arrived with you at Tony’s party. He caught a glimpse of her with you on his arm and it sparked something in him to decide tonight was a night to make a stand. After messages flooded in, Wanda’s mood was souring when she was really hoping to enjoy this night and show you off to everyone as hers and hers alone. Only, she couldn’t do that when she was getting increasingly pissed off with Vision and she was growing concerned he’d make a scene. So, she gave in and abandoned you at the bar to go have what was supposed to be a brief chat. She knew you’d be frustrated by this, but she had hoped she’d be back quick enough to make it up to you. Wanda was incredibly wrong. 

Vision and Wanda argued back and forth for well over half an hour. Wanda was clearly standing her ground, but unfortunately so was Vision. When Wanda felt more and more buzzes from her phone as the arguing went on she knew when she returned to your side you’d be pretty angry with her and then there went her evening of parading her girlfriend around proudly for the world to see. So, since the argument with Vision was getting nowhere Wanda tried to cut him off and just walk away. But “tried” is the key word here, because before she knew it he caught her off guard.

Vision was never one to make bold moves. When Wanda was with him, he was always incredibly predictable. It was part of the reason they didn’t work. He was just… boring. There was no spark. But tonight, Vision was a little less predictable than Wanda expected. Before she could turn she found herself pulled back and into his chest and within a blink suddenly she found his cold lips pressed to hers. Immediately, she wanted to retch. The feeling of anyone touching her in any kind of way felt wrong to her, when she found you she knew you were the one she’d been searching for. To even think about being with anyone other than you in any sort of intimate way made her skin crawl, so to have Vision’s lips pressed against hers felt like the most unnatural thing in the world. It made her want to rip his lips off, if she was being totally honest. 

Admittedly, it took her a moment to get over the shock of his bold, but incredibly uncalled for actions, but when she did register exactly what was happening that was when the rage set in. That was also, unfortunately, a moment after you saw the scene as it unfolded. 

So now, here all three of you were. Vision still oblivious to the rage he caused in Wanda. Wanda was looking at you with a mixture of panic and sympathy, knowing exactly what you must be thinking right now. And then there was you, still just standing there utterly frozen.  

Your eyes finally drifted over to where Wanda stood and the look she was giving you made your stomach painfully turn. Wanda’s eyes were glued to you and all you could see in them was extreme guilt. Did she feel guilty she got caught? Did she feel guilty she just witnessed your heart break in front of her? Whatever that guilt was, it suddenly turned your shock into pure anger.  

Your mouth opened and closed, trying to find the right words to respond to the shit show in front of you, but then you realized there were none. You wanted to scream and curse and, honestly, knock Vision’s lights out if you even thought that was possible. However, you knew none of that was productive and you also knew if you started screaming you’d also start crying and you didn’t want to give them the satisfaction of that. You didn’t want to break yet, not in front of Wanda and especially not in front of Vision.

So, you start to turn around. Your current plan: cut and run. This place is so much of a fucking maze, you were sure you could lose Wanda while you waited for a car to come. 

Except, you should’ve known Wanda was faster than you, so when you started to speed walk away she left Vision in the dust to follow right on your heel.

“Wait, fuck, just wait!” Wanda yelled from behind you. You shook your head, there was no way you wanted to hear her out. Your blood was boiling and you could already tell you were two seconds away from losing your cool. You just had to get a fucking car and then you could lose it in the comfort of your own home. “Come on, where are you even going?” 

“Away from you,” You said over your shoulder. It was a miracle you were even able to dodge bumping into anyone as you were struggling to escape Wanda and call an Uber at the same time. There were a lot of factors that were making it way too difficult for you to escape a determined Wanda who was aggressively following you. One of the factors was that your hands were shaking so badly you could barely type what you needed to type in order to pick the right destination to get home and another factor was that your phone somehow ended up going from 10% to 1% in the time it took for you to find Wanda in the first place. Right before you were about to hit the button in the app to order your escape car, your screen went black and you stopped in your tracks. 

“Fuck!” You howled, half tempted to throw your phone across the hall. 

“Let me take you home,” Wanda stopped right behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “We can talk.”

You jerked away from her touch as if it burned and when you spun around, seeing that look of guilt again pissed you off even further. “I’m not going anywhere with you.”

“(Y/N), just come on, let's go to the car.” Wanda’s voice was level, calm even. She was doing her best to be patient and understanding, because she knew what you must be thinking. She would’ve been furious too if the positions were switched. However, the more calm she sounded the more you thought she was being condescending, even if there was no indication of that in her tone. You were just too hurt and angry to really pay attention to much else at the moment. 

“I’ll find another way,” You spat. “I don’t want to be near you right now. I can’t even fucking look at you.”

That hit a nerve. For a split second you saw frustration towards you flash on Wanda’s features, but then in a blink it was gone and her composure came back. Wanda didn’t want to spend the night screaming at each other, she was going to at least try to avoid that. If she could calm you down she could explain and start making it up to you, but your behavior was quickly testing her. 

“(Y/N), stop it.” Wanda’s voice was more firm as she spoke. “Let’s just go. How are you going to even get home without me? Your phone is dead. What’s your plan?”

“I’ll take her.” The two of you turned to follow the voice and to your relief there came Nat from the other end of the hall.  

Natasha had some great fucking timing. You didn’t want to be near Wanda for another second and now finally your best friend was there to save the day. You didn’t even know how she found you in this place, but you were too thankful to even question it. 

“Come on,” Nat extended a hand towards you. “I’ll take you home.” She nodded at you encouragingly, soft eyes meeting yours. She didn’t know what this was about, but she didn’t need much context to know that somehow Wanda majorly fucked up. Nat knew it was only a matter of time before that happened. She saw how territorial Wanda was with you and for some reason, Nat never trusted it. So, unfortunately for Wanda, Nat became almost as fiercely protective of you as she was. 

“Okay,” You let out a shaky sigh of relief. “Okay, yeah.” You took her hand and that’s when Wanda’s patience was really wearing thin. 

“I can take her home,” Wanda stepped in front of Nat quickly before she could pull you away. “We,” Wanda turned her eyes to look at you, “Need to seriously talk.” 

“She said she didn’t want to, Wanda.” Nat answered for you. The glare she gave Wanda would make anyone else cower in fear, but directed towards Wanda it only angered her more. “I’m taking her home.” 

“And what then?” Wanda challenged. Nat knew exactly what Wanda was implying. As much as you told Nat you reassured Wanda that the thing between you two was platonic, Nat knew Wanda refused to believe you. 

“I’m just dropping her off.” Nat didn’t miss a beat, refusing to back down from Wanda’s attempts to intimidate her.

“Sure you are,” Wanda scoffed. 

“Wanda!” You interrupted. This was ridiculously and you just wanted to go home. Right now really isn't the time to deal with a fight between the two people who care about you most, or at least who you thought did. “You’re not one to talk and I’m leaving right now.”  With that you tugged on Nat’s hand and began to walk in any direction that didn’t lead to Wanda. You’d find your way out of this place somehow, hopefully, but right way or not you didn’t want to look at your girlfriend any longer. “Don’t follow us!” You ordered behind you as you dragged Nat with you.

Wanda stood there and watched you walk away. She wasn’t going to follow you, she already had a better plan. She was going to beat you home. After all, she did have a key to your place. Was it the best plan to corner you and get you to talk? No, Wanda thought this would definitely be a night full of yelling and arguing now, but she didn’t really give a fuck. She wasn’t going to leave Natasha alone with you while you were in this state. No matter what, Wanda just didn’t quite trust Nat with you. Whether Nat realized it herself or not, Wanda knew there was more to her feelings. She watched the way Natasha looked at you, she didn’t need to read her mind to know what her intentions were. 

So as soon as the two of you were out of sight, Wanda rushed to her car. She was going to make sure she got there first. 

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The car ride with Natasha was silent, but you were incredibly thankful for that. You just sat with your eyes glued to the window. The passing scenery not even registering to you, all you saw was that scene of Vision kissing Wanda replaying over and over again. Natasha didn’t question what happened, she knew if you wanted to talk you would. Instead, she just drove, her eyes flicking over to you every once in a while to make sure you were okay. 

When you both pulled up to your place, you asked Nat if you could sit in the car for a little bit, not quite ready to walk into your empty home and break down. 

“What happened?” Nat tentatively asked, breaking the silence after a few minutes of you just sitting and staring at your front door. “You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to.” She quickly added, trying her best not to push you into doing or saying anything you didn’t want to.

“She kissed Vis.” Your voice was barely a whisper, your hands balling into fists on your lap. Natasha just stared at you for a moment. If she already wasn’t pissed with the scene she witnessed at Tony’s party, now she was furious. 

“Whatever you need,” Nat offered, “I’m here.” She knew from your tone you didn’t want to give much more information, so she didn’t press. She just offered you what space she could and waited patiently as you both sat in silence for a few more minutes. 

After some time went by, you finally nodded  to yourself and started to get out of the car. Nat insisted on walking you in. You didn’t protest much, you understood she was concerned about you. Natasha’s intention was just to give you a moment to collect yourself once you sat at home and give you the opportunity to talk more, cry, whatever you needed. She figured you could tell her then if you wanted her to leave or not, but if you wanted her to stay she’d be the shoulder you needed to cry on. 

So she followed you in, but what neither of you noticed was the familiar car parked on the other side of the street .

“I thought she was just going to drop you off.” You heard the voice in the dark the minute you and Nat walked in the door. It startled the hell out of you, but Nat just seemed unphased. She was somewhat expecting this behavior from Wanda. Natasha had hoped you two would make it time, so she could protect you while you did what you needed to heal from whatever pain Wanda caused. Obviously, that wasn’t going to be how the rest of tonight played out. 

Reaching over, you flipped the lights on only to see Wanda sitting on the couch, arms folded over her chest and clear irritation written all over her face. You expected Wanda to chase after you, but you didn’t expect her to let herself into your place or to even beat you to it. Right now, you were really regretting giving her a key. 

“How did you get here before us?” Was the only thing you could think to say as you stared at the one person you really didn’t want to be looking at right now.

“I should be asking you why it took you so long.” Wanda said, clearly still annoyed by Natasha’s presence. Meanwhile, Nat was just standing beside you, her arms folded just like Wanda’s, with a matching annoyed expression on her face. “What were you two doing in the car for so long?” You didn’t miss what Wanda was insinuating and you didn’t like it one bit. 

“We were talking.” Natasha answered for you. “I was comforting her.” Wanda’s lips twitched at that and you knew Nat just hit a nerve. You bit your lip to stop the taunting smirk you wanted to give Wanda. Anything that pissed Wanda off felt a little like a small victory. She was jealous? Good, you thought, now she had the smallest taste of how you were feeling. 

“I’m sure you were,” Wanda gave a tight lipped smile. “But we need to talk so I suggest you leave now.”

“I’m not leaving until she asks me to.” You looked at Nat in awe as she held her ground, not even phased by the brewing rage that showed in Wanda’s eyes. She stood by you, unwavering in her resolve. “I think it’s you who should leave.”

“Oh do you?” Wanda scoffed. “I’m not leaving. She’s my girlfriend, or have you both forgotten?” 

“I think you’re the one that forgot that, Wanda.” You finally speak, fists clenching as you stand practically shaking. How dare she try to be territorial after she did what she did? You weren’t going to stand for this or for the way she was treating Nat. “And I agree with Nat. You should go.”

Wanda’s eyes left Nat’s for a moment and when they reached you, you could almost see them soften. She could tell you were hurting, could tell you were confused. All she wanted to do was clear the air, reassure you that what you saw was a misunderstanding that she doesn’t and would never want Vision in the way she wanted you. If she could just talk to you without Natasha’s frustrating presence then everything would be okay, she was sure of it. It would take some convincing, but you’d understand. She’d make you understand. 

But then, Nat placed her hand on your waist and something inside Wanda snapped. You saw her eyes zero in on the contact Natasha made with you and you didn’t miss the way her eye practically twitched as anger began to rise yet again. “I’m not leaving.” Wanda held her ground. She was sure as hell not going to let you be alone, vulnerable and hurting with someone like Natasha to come prey on your current state. Wanda wasn’t a fool, she could practically picture what would happen. “Not until we talk. Alone.” 

You looked from Wanda to Nat. On the one hand, you really wanted your closest friend to stay by your side, on the other hand you could imagine things would get ugly if Nat were to stay. It was clear, Wanda really wasn’t going to leave until you two talked. Either way, you imagined things would get ugly, but at least you could save yourself a little bit from even more embarrassment by having Natasha avoid the total blow up that you knew was bound to happen.

“It’s okay, Nat.” You heard yourself say before you could really register your decision. “I’ll be okay, why don’t you head home?”

Nat’s jaw clenched as she glared at Wanda for a moment before looking back at you. “Are you sure?” You felt her hand squeeze your waist gently where it rested and all you saw in your friend’s eyes was concern. “I don’t have to-”

“She said she wanted you to head home.” Wanda cut her off, stalking towards the two of you. 

“I wasn’t talking to you,” Nat spit, not even bothering to look over at Wanda as she came closer. “I can stay,” she reassured you.

You shook your head. Wanda was two seconds away from making this even worse than it already was. You weren’t entirely sure what Wanda would do to Nat, and you knew Nat could hold her own, but you also didn’t necessarily want to test any of that. “It’s okay, really.” You placed your hand over the hand Nat still had resting on your shoulder. “If anything happens,” You said in a hushed voice. “I’ll call you.”

“Please do,” Natasha urged. She looked back between you and where Wanda stood. Thankfully Wanda stopped just a few feet from you both, seemingly satisfied for now that Natasha was agreeing to leave. She felt triumphant that clearly, even when upset with her, you knew to choose her in situations like this. If she wasn’t still so concerned with getting through to you, she would be gloating at the fact that you chose her. Of course, she had no doubt that you wouldn’t. You were hers and she knew that you knew that. Then again, she also thought you would never believe so easily that she would just willingly touch and be touched by another, not when you two were so clearly in love. But then, here you both were. 

You gave Natasha one more nod of reassurance and Nat just looked back at you, hesitant to take her eyes off you for even a second, but the tap of Wanda’s foot told her if she didn’t leave things would escalate even further fast. So, with great hesitation, she turned from you, giving you one last concerned look before heading out the door and closing it behind her. 

It was silent for a moment. Your eyes were glued to the door Natasha had just walked out of and Wanda’s were glued to you. Neither of you knew how to start, but you knew if you started you’d just dig in. You were hurting and two seconds away from starting an all out war with Wanda, but you also knew that wouldn’t be productive. If you were being honest, the only thing you wanted to do now that Nat was gone was crawl into bed and sob your eyes out. 

“(Y/N), it wasn’t what it looked like.” Wanda finally broke the silence, taking another step towards you. 

You just scoffed and walked past her to the bedroom, making sure to not-so-gently brush her shoulder as you passed. If you two were going to have this fight you needed a minute. At least you wanted to change out of your party clothes. “That’s a cliche,” You said over your shoulder as you walked into the bedroom. Wanda just stood there stunned for a moment, not used to getting the cold treatment from you. It was quickly beginning to irritate her. 

Turning on her heels, Wanda was right behind you in a matter of moments, following you straight into the bedroom. “It wasn’t,” Wanda insisted, watching as you walked into your closet and began to pull out different clothes.

“I’ve heard this all before,” You called from the closet as you dug for more comfortable clothes. “I know this story. I was just stupid to think…” You stopped and shook your head before gathering your clothes. “It doesn’t matter. I don’t want to hear it, Wanda. I honestly still want you to leave.” 

“Just let me explain,” Wanda sighed, sitting herself down on your bed while she waited for you to come back out of the closet. With clothes in your hand, your eyebrow quirked as you saw her get comfortable. Something about the image of Wanda in your room, on your bed, after you saw what you saw was making you feel more bitter. It made you think back to the kiss you witnessed and made you wonder how many times Wanda was in his bed since being with you. 

“Get up and turn around.” You commanded as you stood right outside of your closet. 

“What?” Wanda eyed you curiously. “Why?”

“I’m going to change.”

“I’ve seen you naked before,” Wanda deadpanned.

Yes, she certainly has, but the idea of her seeing you like that now made your stomach churn. Being vulnerable like that with her was a privilege you gave to her when you thought she was only being that intimate with you. Now, though, everything has changed. “I don’t care.” Your tone was harsh. “Get Up. Turn Around.”

Wanda stared you down for a moment. You just stared back with exasperation and Wanda realized you wouldn’t budge on this. With a loud and dramatic huff, she got up from where she sat herself on your bed and turned as you began to pull off your party clothes and slip into something more comfortable.

It didn’t sit right with Wanda that you had her turn around. It was one little crack in her hopeful plan to convince you. It was a sign that you were slipping from her and the thought of that sent anxiety creeping up her spine. She tried to tell herself it was just your way of punishing her for the scene you saw. Once you understood it would be okay, she told herself. It had to be okay. 

“You can turn around now.” You said and immediately Wanda jumped at the opportunity to look at you again. She hoped that if you saw the sincerity in her eyes you’d be convinced faster that she wasn’t cheating on you, but when she saw you look at her with nothing but an aloof expression, she was worried it wouldn’t be so easy. Not only that, but she was already struggling to keep her composure with your stubborn attitude. 

“Can we talk now?” Wanda was trying so hard to be gentle about this. She knew she had already lost her cool a few times tonight, especially with Natasha, and that wasn’t going to win her any points but she still really just needed you to hear what happened. 

“Talk.” You muttered, standing in front of Wanda with your arms crossed, trying to appear as closed off from her as possible. Wanda felt that crack in her hopes and composure once more, but she shook it off for a second and took the opportunity you were giving her. 

“Vision kissed me.” Wanda started. “I didn’t kiss him.”

You just rolled your eyes at that. One thing you knew for sure if you were to even consider believing Wanda was that you were going to need more explanation than that to make this all okay. Even then how stupid did Wanda take you for? Vision might have kissed her, but she wasn’t the one to pull back either.

“Mhm, and that still makes it okay how?” 

“I didn’t kiss him!” Wanda exclaimed in frustration. “It wasn’t me who did that!”

“Yeah, but you didn’t stop him either did you?” Wanda’s patience wasn’t the only one’s who was running up. You already didn’t want to hear her excuses tonight and she was doing a horrible job at convincing you of tonight’s fiasco being about anything other than selfish actions by two people to hurt you. 

“I was shocked,” Wanda sighed, knowing that she was sounding less convincing by the second, but still she wasn’t going to let this go. She wasn’t about to lose you. “He caught me off guard and it took me a minute to react. Didn’t you see me shove him away? Didn’t you see how angry I was?”

“Yeah, you only did that after you both realized I got there.” You scoffed. 

“No,” Wanda shook her head adamantly. “No, I didn’t know you were there.” 

“Sure.” You really weren’t buying any of this. Even if it was true that she wasn’t expecting the kiss, that she didn’t want it, there was something still nagging at you. “Why did you even leave me to go see him in the first place?”

“I just wanted a nice night,” Wanda offered. “He wanted to talk, so I agreed and thought after we could get on with our evening.”

“You left me alone for over thirty fucking minutes, Wanda!” All of these excuses Wanda was giving you felt like it was belittling the hurt you felt. You knew you hadn’t really let her talk long but you were already tired of hearing all of it. You were tired of this conversation and you were about done. “Why didn’t you even think to tell me it was him you were going to meet? Do you know how suspicious that looks?”

“I know, I know!” Wanda pleaded. “But there’s nothing going on between us. You have to believe me.”

“How?” You sneered. “How am I supposed to believe you? Obviously, there’s something going on. Otherwise he wouldn’t have kissed you.” 

“(Y/N), there’s not and you know it. You’re just too angry to listen to reason.” Wanda took a step closer to you, trying her best to get through to you with as much patience as she could muster after this trying evening. “You just need to calm down and-”

“Don’t.” You seethed. “Don’t tell me what I need to do. What you need to do, Wanda, is leave. Now. I’m done talking for the night.” That was it, you had it for one evening. Wanda accusing your emotions of skewing your perspective may have been right but it wasn’t what you wanted to hear right now. You didn’t really want to hear anything, you didn’t even want to talk tonight but here you were. On your part, you thought you heard her out way more than she deserved for the night. Especially when you felt like you made it clear you didn’t have much interest in doing this tonight in the first place. 

“I’m not leaving.” Wanda held her ground in front of you. You two just stayed there for a moment, staring. Your expression challenging her to back down, hers daring you to push her further. Your fists clenched and unclenched as you tried to figure out your next move and then it dawned on you. If she wasn’t going to leave you were. And since you were beyond hurt and angry, you knew you leaving her there alone to soak in the mess she made was perfect punishment for the pain she caused you. 

Without a word you turned and started rushing around the room, gathering a few things you’d need for an overnight stay elsewhere. Wanda constantly questioned you as she watched you scurry around the room, but she didn’t stop you just yet. She had hope you’d stop and come to your senses before you got too far. All you did was dodge her questions and keep on moving. You hadn’t exactly figured out where you’d go for the night, but if she wasn’t going to leave you weren’t going to stay and you were pretty sure you’d figure out where to go once you actually got out away from Wanda. With clothes stuffed in your arms and your keys in hand, you thought the only good thing about this situation was the anger and shock had sobered you up very quickly. You had a few drinks at the party, but that isn't affecting you as much anymore. The one thing that might affect your driving was the threat of tears that might spill once you were completely alone. It was a risk worth taking, you told yourself, because one more moment next to Wanda and you were going to break down in front of her. That was still something you wanted to avoid. 

You reached the door, your hands still full as you struggled to turn the knob and open it. In two quick strides Wanda was right behind you, her hand reaching in front of you to slam the door shut the minute you had it barely cracked. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?” She hissed through clenched teeth. Obviously, you hadn’t come to your senses in time so she realized she had to step in and stop you before you did something reckless. 

“If you’re not going to leave, then I guess I will.” You turned slowly, trying to glare Wanda down and not show any sort of reaction to the anger burning in her eyes.

“Where will you go then, huh? To Nat’s?” Wanda practically spit Natasha’s name out her mouth as she spoke. “What so Vision kisses me and now you’re going to go fuck your buddy?”

Your eyes widened in shock at that. “What are you even talking about, Wanda?” You had always known Wanda was a jealous person and she was definitely not subtle about her disdain for Natasha, but you didn’t actually think she’d accuse you of that. Then again, you also didn’t think she’d cheat on you with Vision, but here you two were. “There’s nothing between me and Nat, but you’d think that wouldn’t you? Paranoid about us? Makes sense, if you’re seeing Vision behind my back of course you’d be worried I’d be doing the same thing with someone else.”

“I told you,” Wanda said through gritted teeth. “Vision kissed me. I am not with him.”

“Why didn’t you pull back? Why were you in his arms? It didn’t look like that!” You asked again, daring her to give you a better answer. Actually no, you didn’t want to give her another opportunity for a shitty excuse, you just really wanted to leave. It was just hard to actually do that when Wanda still had a firm hand on the door, keeping it shut as she cornered you between her arms. “Well, Wanda, you can go be with Vision. I don’t care! I don’t care who you fuck and you don’t have any right to care if I go out and fuck Natasha.” Not like you would, but at this point you just wanted her to feel the hurt you were feeling. “I’m leaving.”

“You’re not going anywhere.” Wanda’s voice wasn’t a yell anymore. It was low, dangerous, and threatening. You did manage to hurt her, but even worse, you managed to make her absolutely rage too. Wanda’s hands left the door and quickly went to either side of your waist, her nails digging into your skin through your shirt as she not so gently pushed you against the door. “Do I need to remind you that you’re mine?”

Your jaw clenched, your anger has already obviously gotten the better of you, but now it’s gotten the better of Wanda too. She got angry, sure, but she was always careful around you. She had good control of it, at least usually. She knew that if she went off around you it could scare you, and that was the last thing she wanted. So she reined it in for you, but now you were threatening to go be with someone else? She couldn’t have that. All of this started because of Vision and Wanda silently made a promise to herself to take care of him at a later date, but right now she needed you to understand just how badly you fucked up now. And as you watched Wanda seeth in front of you, you were beginning to regret those words.

“Wanda, you don’t just get to own me and go fuck around with Vision.”

“For the last fucking time I am not!” Wanda’s words echoed throughout the room. Her eyes swirled with red magic and you knew that was a sign that Wanda was very quickly losing any ounce of control she had left. The red in her eyes burned like fire as she stared you down. You felt her fingers dig harder into your skin as she held you and you could tell she was trembling at this point too. She was beyond control now as she had you pinned to the door. “And I do own you,” Wanda hissed before pressing herself fully to you.

You grunted at the feeling of her pressing you impossibly close to the door. Your hands went up to her shoulders to shove at them, to try to get her to back off, but it was like she didn’t even notice. Which, that would make sense considering you knew Wanda was much stronger than you. Wanda leaned in so close to you that you felt her breath ghost your lips and in any other moment you would’ve been weak at the knees, but with the way the look in her eyes was completely unhinged, her close proximity only made you gulp. 

 “I have never,” she put as much emphasis on each word as she spoke, “been with Vision since I met you.” Wanda was speaking in a whisper now, but you didn’t miss the way her lips twitched in anger. You also didn’t miss the way you felt Wanda pin you more with her body than her hands and then you realized it was her way of being able to move them freely without the risk of you running.

One of her hands moved up until she was gripping your chin while the other started to snake down your body. With her hold on you, you couldn’t look away even if you wanted to, but that wasn’t your main concern. Your main concern was the feeling of Wanda popping the button of your pants open. “Wanda…” This time all the anger left your voice and the only emotion it had in it was fear. This wasn’t something you wanted to happen with Wanda. She was always loving and gentle with you. You weren’t used to this side of her. Wanda had talked to you about the darker sides of her, but you never imagined you would see it full force, but now here you were. And you were honestly a little bit to blame. You pushed her buttons, you wanted to hurt her and hurt her you did. It should’ve been obvious that Wanda’s response to hurt wouldn’t be the best. 

“You’re mine, (Y/N),” Wanda whispered before turning your chin with her hand, letting your neck be exposed to her. “But don’t worry… I’m yours too.” WIth that you felt Wanda’s teeth sink into your neck and the hands that were once trying to push her away grabbed fist fulls of her shirt. 

“Wanda!” You tried to sound firm but your voice quivered as you spoke, obviously affected by the way Wanda’s teeth dragged down your skin, even if you didn’t want to be right now. You knew, you should probably try harder, but it was also Wanda and her touch always broke your resolve. Except, you were still hurting and not sure how much you believed Wanda even if she said she was yours, even if she said she wasn’t with Vision. You wanted to believe her, which might be why you weren’t exactly trying that hard to protest her touch, but then you felt her hand begin to slip into your panties and you knew you had to shut it down. 

“Wanda, I don’t want this,” your voice was quiet, but firm. And that’s all it took for Wanda to utterly freeze. You both were breathing hard for a moment, Wanda’s body still pinning you to the door as you both stood there. As much as Wanda wanted to prove her point, stake her claim on you, she would never do it against your will. She lost herself and suddenly her blood ran cold as she took in just how badly she lost control. The thought of you being with someone else, that made her blood boil, but you not wanting to be hers anymore? That made her terrified. 

You were the bright light in her life that she was missing for so long. You were someone Wanda was waiting for and she never even knew it. She had tried with Vision, had tried to make things work, but try as she might there was always something missing. That is, until you smiled at her, your eyes filled with nothing but innocent admiration for her. It took just one smile from you and suddenly Wanda’s whole world lit up. The thought of not having that anymore was unfathomable to her. You were the source of her happiness, the air she breathed, all Wanda knew since the moment she met you was, well, you. She couldn’t lose you, but she’d be damned if she ever actually hurt you. And fuck she came so close…

Wanda’s hands immediately moved, but they didn’t let go of you. This time they found their way back to your waist and her head moved back to look you in the eye again. Immediately, you knew you got through to her, but you also knew she was two seconds from breaking too. “I was not with Vision.” Wanda said this more firmly. No more anger in her voice, but still it was filled with utter conviction. “I wasn’t. I’m sorry that I… That I almost- but I wasn’t. I was not with Vision.”

“Okay,” you nodded, swallowing hard. “Okay.” 

“I’m yours, I couldn’t be anyone else’s.” In that moment you really believed her. After all the anger had passed you could finally see it. Just as you couldn’t have fathomed Wanda doing something like that before you saw what you saw, she couldn’t fathom doing something like that to you either. “I. Am. Yours.” 

“I know,” You whispered, your hands finally relaxing on her shoulders. “I believe you.”

Wanda sighed for a moment, but you could tell she was still waiting for something. She still had a tight grip on you and she wasn’t going to be letting go any time soon, but you knew it was out of fear this time and not anger. There were words she wanted to hear, but she had already pushed too much, already made a huge mess of things. The way she almost took what you weren’t willing to give, she couldn’t overstep again or she knew it wouldn’t end well for the both of you, if there still was something between the both of you. 

“I’m yours too.” Wanda’s eyes searched yours as you spoke. She wanted to make sure this wasn’t said out of fear, especially considering how she was acting just moments ago, she wouldn’t be surprised if you were lying to protect yourself. But you weren’t, she could see it in your eyes. You looked sad, yes, but you weren’t scared when you said those words. Wanda didn’t need to read your mind to know that, not that she ever would. She might have lost control, but she would never violate you like that or in any other way, despite how close she had come. She still stopped when you said no, she still resisted the urge to read your thoughts when you were pushing back so hard. 

Wanda took a deep breath. “I can’t lose you,” she said, her voice quiet as she spoke. Her head pressed against yours, unable to look into your eyes as she tried to get out her one request. “Please, don’t go to Natasha’s tonight.”

“I won’t,” You whispered, your hand reaching up to cup her cheek. “I’ll stay, okay?”

Wanda didn’t say anything, you just felt her nod before her lips pressed gently against yours. This kiss was filled with emotion, filled with love and longing. You knew she was trying to show you she wouldn’t hurt you again in the kiss, but you also knew she was struggling to hold back her need to confirm you were really hers. Your hands moved and wove into her hair and you pulled her body closer to yours yet again. You were still trapped between Wanda and the door, but this time you didn’t mind. The hands that had already popped the buttons of your pants open were still at your waist, but as the kiss deepened you felt them begin to drift back to where they once were. Only this time, you were more than happy to let Wanda’s hands roam. 

“I’m so sorry I hurt you,” Wanda whispered against your lips. 

“It’s okay,” You said between kisses. “It’s okay.” Your grip on her hair was tighter as the kiss shared between you two grew more desperate. There was an unspoken understanding of what Wanda needed and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t need it too. She needed to prove to you that you belonged to hers, and you needed her to touch you in a way you knew was only reserved for you.

Wanda’s hands slid straight into your panties and with the way she was kissing you and even the way her teeth marked your neck before, you were already wet for her. When Wanda’s fingers brushed against your clit to collect your wetness, she immediately felt that surge of pride and possession she got from touching you. She knew only she could have this part of you, only she could make you feel this way and touch you in this way. That fact alone had Wanda eager to take all you’d give. 

Wanda’s lips moved to your neck once again and when you felt her teeth drag along your skin you couldn’t stop the quiet whine that left your lips. You were driving Wanda crazy and she already had so much possessive energy she needed to pour into you, so she didn’t waste any time. Without much warning, you feel Wanda slide her fingers down between your folds before two of them dipedp into you. 

Your hands clench impossibly tighter into her hair and she didn’t hesitate to start a steady rhythm. It doesn’t take long for moans to fall from your lips and Wanda thinks they are music to her ears. She’s drunk off your reactions and off the way you clench around her fingers when she hits the spot she knows you love. All of this feels so much more intense after the night you two had, after Wanda almost lost you and after you thought Wanda wasn’t yours. Now you both know, there’s no one who could take you two away from each other. Wanda was yours and by some miracle you were still hers. Not Natasha’s, not anyone’s, only Wanda’s. 

The thought of that spurred Wanda’s movements more, pumping her fingers harder into you. Your hands left her hair to steady yourself on her shoulders, your nails digging into her skin. It was getting difficult for you to stand up straight, what with the way Wanda was pressing her hips into yours with every pump of her fingers and how your pants and panties had both somehow fallen down your legs enough to give Wanda more ease in fucking you.

If Wanda was drunk off your reactions, you were absolutely lost in her touch. The way her fingers felt inside you, the way her tongue felt on your skin. You didn’t even mind that in the morning your neck would be covered with visible marks, the sting of her teeth sinking into your neck too tantalizing to care about much else in the moment. You felt that tight pull in the pit of your stomach that indicated you were fast approaching the edge, but Wanda wasn’t quite done yet. 

“I want to feel you cum around my cock,” Wanda growled against your neck, her fingers pulling out without warning. 

You were already too lost in your own pleasure to really realize anything she was saying but the minute you lost contact your confusion overtook you. “Wanda what? What do you- Fuck!” Wanda didn’t waste any time, magicking her pants away and a strap between her legs. It took her two seconds to line it up with your entrance and replace her fingers with it. 

The back of your head hit the door the moment you felt her sheath it inside you. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as she ground herself into you to get herself as deep as possible. And then she hoisted up one of your legs, hooking it over her waist so her cock could go ever deeper inside you. The whole time, her iron grip and unwavering strength held you steady as she just pressed herself into you, enjoying the feeling of reaching deeper than she ever had before, deeper than you think you’ve ever taken anyone before. Wanda did that for a moment, enjoying the way your walls squeezed her cock. But then it wasn’t enough and with a growl she pulled out and started fucking you with abandon. You two had tried using a strap-on before, but this was definitely a new one. Wanda couldn’t help the pride she felt at your ease in taking all of her despite the size and the aggression in the way she was pumping herself inside you.

You didn’t think she’s ever fucked you like this. No, you knew this was new. She was always gentle, always making sure her touch was controlled and loving. This wasn’t the same, her touch was more possessive than it ever had been, all consuming. You had hit a nerve, you had threatened to not be hers, and now she needed to prove to you that you belonged to her, heart, mind, and especially body. 

The sounds of your hips hitting the door with each time Wanda pushed her own into yours sounded all throughout the room. With each moment Wanda pushed into you she let out a groan and you understood that her magic somehow allowed her to feel everything she was doing. Her nails dug into the thigh that was hooked to her waist and her other flew to your throat, pressing down just enough to drive you wild but not enough to bring fear. 

You, for the most part, were just trying to take Wanda’s cock in the best way you could, moaning her name, chanting fuck when she began to speed up. It was all overwhelming in the best way and you knew Wanda could feel your thighs shake as she drew you closer to the edge.

“Fuck, you feel good.” Wanda grunted in your ear as she continued to pump her cock into you. “So fucking good. Fuck fuck!” Wanda’s pace became erratic and the hand that was pressed to your throat flexed as she avoided temptation to press down harder. 

All you could do was moan as your hands grabbed at Wanda to keep yourself upright. You could tell by the force of Wanda’s hips pushing into yours that you’d have bruises, but you couldn’t begin to care with how good it felt to have Wanda’s cock buried in you. 

“I’m going to cum,” Wanda groaned. “Fuck, I want to fill you with my cum.” Wanda’s cock slammed into you and you could tell by her trembling body that she was incredibly close. “I’m going to cum inside you.” 

As Wanda kept fucking herself inside you came out of your haze just slightly to question what she meant. Curious if it was something said at the heat of the moment or something Wanda actually meant. “Wanda what do you mean- oh fuck.” And suddenly you got your answer. Wanda cried out and you felt hot spurts of Wanda’s cum fill you from the inside. As her faux cock still moved inside you, you felt her continue to fuck her cum deeper inside you and the sensation was too much for you to take, you yourself falling apart on her cock just seconds after. 

Wanda slumped forward, her forehead pressed to yours as you both tried to catch your breath. You felt her cum drip down your thigh when Wanda finally let your leg fall from her waist, but you weren’t recovered enough to move from the door and clean yourself up yet.

“You’re mine,” Wanda whispered before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “Don’t ever forget that.”

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[charnelhouse]

In my fucked up little mind, ghost wears a mask because his face is covered in (literal) battle scars that are either 1) too painful for him to see bc they bring back such unpleasant memories and trigger PTSD, or 2) he’s trying to hide them from others bc of slight embarrassment or just not wanting to answer questions about them. And he’ll only remove the mask for the ✨right girl✨ and let her kiss all the scars and tell her where each one is from and then bang her into the next century.

To clarify I’ve never played this game in my life so what do I know 🧍‍♂️

A/N: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader (Red Fox). injuries. a little blood kink. making out in bathrooms. angst. mentions of torture. i don't have a life.

It’s a close call. It’s so close that Simon can taste it. He lives by the skin of his teeth only because the bullet grazes a fleshy section between the base of his throat and the crease of his shoulder. The second one hits home in his bicep, but it's got a clean exit.

He doesn’t hesitate to return fire, relishing the pop and hiss of his gun as the shooter’s body slumps. 

He’s been shot numerous times. It tends to feel the same. Adrenaline numbs it well enough until he has a moment to pause and realize he’s burning in concentrated parts.

He shrugs it off just as he shrugs off most of his near-death experiences. Another day. Another hour. It’s the job and he used to believe that he had died years ago. Tortured to the point where he couldn’t remember his name. He had seen his insides, pink and shiny, and that was only the physical shit. The mental assault had ripped away the rest of his nerves until he was nothing but a wet sack of meat. His loved ones murdered. His history bulldozed into fragments until it resembled something altogether alien.

He’d erased it, put it somewhere he didn’t touch.

He hadn’t really been living until - 

“Ghost,” you gasp, and it draws him from the edge. His eyes find yours across the room and your expression is stricken. You needed to work on that. Don’t expose your weakness, duchess. It’s bad form. “Are you…?”

Ok?

Going to live?

Is it fatal?

He glances down to see blood soaking his sweatshirt. He prods it until he decides that he can simply wrap his arm until they’re somewhere safe. “Nothin’ you have to worry about, Red,” he says flatly before he’s sprinting to the next location for Operation La Paz. 

***

In the safe house, he can finally take stock of his injuries. His shoulder has begun to prick, and the hole embedded in his bicep is searing down to the bone. He’s on fire in one place and bitterly cold in others. Soap takes the upstairs bathroom, while Gaz and Vargas head for the kitchen. 

“You got it?” Soap asks over his shoulder and Ghost grunts. He doesn't, but he'll be damned if he asks Soap for aid.

He pauses in the entryway to figure out what to remove first. His fingers spasm as he tries to unbuckle his gear. The lighting is dim and the floors creak. He tastes dust and the after-bite of chemicals. He has to duck his head because of the murky lightbulb hanging from the ceiling that keeps knocking into his temple. He fumbles with his bulletproof vest and when he lifts his wounded arm, he groans. 

“Let me,” you insist, appearing from behind him and instantly working on the straps of his gear. He sighs and drops his hands, knowing that arguing with you is a losing game anyway. 

He’d never admit it, but he doesn’t mind having this opportunity to give you a onceover - make sure you're alright. There’s dirt on your face and your eyes are a little red, but you seem okay. Subtly he touches your hip, running his thumb along the fabric of your tight undershirt. You swallow thickly, your gaze darting up to catch his. He bites his tongue, caught off guard at the emotion visible in the creases of your expression. 

“Bathroom,” you whisper. "Now."

He leans closer. He’s looming, fully aware that he could crush you beneath him. He’s done it before, but only in a way you enjoyed. 

“Why, little Red?” he implores. His chin grazes the top of your forehead, and you grasp his waist, fingers clutching at his belt. Your bury your face into his chest and he uses his good hand to gently grasp the back of your head.

“Please?” you answer, a brush desperately. You extricate yourself, turn around and glide past the kitchen to the bathroom at the end of the hall. You pointedly ignore Gaz who loudly asks if you’re coming to eat.

Ghost exhales sharply, massaging the nape of his neck. His muscles are stiff and tight as a stretched wire. What surprises him is that he does want to go to you and spend a precious moment of privacy together.

Usually, he craves isolation after a mission. He prefers to lick his wounds in peace and get his head on straight.

But, how can he deny you when you blink up at him with those big eyes and protruding lower lip?

When you fuckin’ beg like that.

He removes the rest of his gear you’ve loosened, and then the hard portion of his mask and follows you.

“Lieutenant,” Gaz barks. “You want dinner?”

“Later,” he snaps, waving a dismissive hand in Gaz’s direction before following you into the bathroom.

You and Ghost are acting less than subtle. He supposes he could lie and say you’re tending to his injuries, but the men aren’t fools. They know even if he’s not advertising the fact that he’s fucking his subordinate. They’ve probably heard it enough. 

When he steps into the small room, the lights are off. It’s almost pitch black except for a sliver of foggy moonlight that filters through a narrow window. He shuts the door behind him, suddenly aware of what you wanted. 

“Fox...,” he murmurs before you lunge at him, nearly knocking him into the wall. He grunts from the pain in his shoulder, his bicep sticky with blood and medical tape. 

“You got shot,” you whisper frantically before you curl your thumbs beneath his ski mask, rip it off and throw it somewhere. He can breathe freely, inhale the tang of your sweat and that hint of pear and freesia from the expensive perfume you favor. The air caresses his bare skin and your palms rasp across his unshaved jaw. 

“Kid,” he tries, but you can’t hear him. You’re glued to his body, your tits crushed to his upper stomach as you rise on your tiptoes to reach his face. He forgets about the pain in his bicep, the sting of the bullet graze. “I’m fine,” he reassures you, their noses brushing together in the dark. 

“Prove it,” you breathe, before fisting his hair and dragging him down to your hungry lips.

It’s a ferocious kiss. Insistent. Wet. You lick into the cup of his mouth as he clutches your waist. He can’t help the low, broken noise that rises from the rear of his throat as you nibble his lower lip.

“Simon,�� you whimper before pressing your mouth to his repeatedly.

Quite frankly, he’s a little shocked. You’re affectionate, but not like this. He’s never seen you lose your cool unless he’s got you impaled on his cock and you’re begging for him to take pity on you. 

You’re just kissing him. No. They’re making out like two horny teenagers. Even in the dark, he can feel your heat, the rabbit-fast pump of your heart as you scrape your nails across his scalp. You tug his uncut hair, run your fingertips across the scars that litter his face. 

When a warm wash of blood dampens his shirtsleeve, he realizes he’s opened up the wound. Your hand wraps around it, constricting like a snake to stem the flow and he moans because it hurts and it feels fucking incredible at once. His world narrows to the sensation of your tongue fighting his own as you squirm and writhe in his arms. 

He supposes this is more intimate than when he’s fucking you. It’s his face in your hands and his lips on you and he can’t remember the last time he’d ever just kissed anyone. 

“I hate this,” you whine as he pins you to the counter with his hips. “I hate this.”

“I know.” He grabs your ass and lifts you onto ceramic, your back hitting the mirror. “Fuckin’ terrible.”

He understands exactly what you mean because suddenly it isn’t about the end goal of a mission. Now, there are stakes. Now, there is red fox and your goddamn beautiful face and how he’d forsake a lot of things he’d sworn to protect if it meant you were safe. 

It goes against everything he is and everything he thought he had buried in his past. He was Ghost. He couldn't be Simon. He couldn't be yours and yet...

If it had been you who was shot, he would have gone on a rampage.

"It's awful," you say, fiddling with the string on his sweatshirt before yanking it so he's forced to hunch. You grip the hinges of his jaw for an unforgiving kiss that bruises his mouth and then you release him. He's going to get whiplash. You're going to drain him. He's too fuckin' old, but he's also a fool for your tongue and the warm, tight snatch of your cunt where he's found something close to home.

Ghost stands there between your thighs, still bleeding and injured and his chest hitching as he catches his breath. He squeezes your knee. “What do you want, love? What do you need from me?”

The “love” has now made an appearance. Usually, it's "kid" or "duchess" or "red ." He blurts out "love" or "darling” when he’s sick for you. It's becoming far more frequent. This isn’t him. This isn’t him at all. He can’t recall the last time, he cared this much about someone because that shit always came around to demand its pound of flesh.

Mum. Tommy. Beth. Joseph. 

He feels your hand on his cheek. He flinches out of habit before leaning into the dry comfort of your palm. You’ve traced all of his scars, licked them while you straddled his lap. You’ve tasted them in his tent, storage closets and occasionally your bed. 

I hope you’re not hiding behind a mask because you think you’re ugly. 

No. It’s - it’s more complicated than that. 

So you’re extremely hot under there and you just don’t want to get hit on?

You’re trouble enough. 

He should give you his face. You deserve it and yet he hesitates. Because if he offers you that then what they have becomes very fucking real. You're someone he could lose and that unnerves him.

They're dangerously close to a point where he wouldn't be able to stop if he tried.

“You can’t die on me,” you murmur before clearing your throat. “That’s what I want, Ghost. You safe.”

He huffs a laugh, the bullet wound twinging. “I should say the same for you, Red. You never listen.”

“I listen a lot.”

There’s defensiveness in your voice, sweet breath against his neck as you draw closer. 

“In bed doesn’t count, kid.”

You make a frustrated noise before you pull at the button on his jeans. He snatches your wrist, holding your hand against his stomach. “I could fuck you now....” he says. “Or you can sew me up and I can fuck you proper afterward.”

“A hard bargain,” you muse as your other hand cups him firmly. He growls at the contact, his fingers around your wrist tightening. “Do you think they know?”

Simon cocks his head and a lock of hair falls into his eyes. He’s so used to having it nearly adhered to his skull with his mask.  He squints, barely able to distinguish the lines and curves of your expression in the blackness and hints of moonlight. “Well we ain’t been subtle, love.” He finds your chin in the shadows and thumbs your lower lip. You shudder. “We’ve been in this bathroom for twenty minutes and I’m quite certain they heard me getting shoved into the door when you ate my bloody mouth.”

“I wanted to feel you,” you explain. “I wanted to make sure.”

“I’ve survived worst, Red.”

“You know what I mean.”

Fuck. He does. 

[steinfellds]

She Always Will Know

Pairing: Natasha x Fem!Reader (Carol x Valkyrie)

Summary: You're home alone and assume you are able to get away with touching yourself. Natasha reminds you that she will always know when you do.

Warnings: Dom!Carol, dom!Natasha, sub!Valkyrie, sub!Reader, Captain kink (c), daddy kink (n), public sex, use of vibrators, edging, overstimulation, begging, hair tugging, marking, fingering (v receiving), strap-on sex (v receiving), masturbation, video tapping, watching through cameras, mentions of gun violence, choking, degradation, giving head (v receiving), humiliation kink.

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When you opened your eyes, you let out an annoyed huff. Natasha's side of the bed was cold, meaning she had gotten up hours ago and had left the house for work. You knew she would be gone in the morning because she always is, but sometimes you give yourself false hope that she will be in bed with you, waiting for you to wake up.

You pull yourself out of bed and shuffle towards the bathroom. The cold tiles feel uncomfortable against your bare feet. You quickly wash your face and brush your teeth before exiting the bedroom and walking towards the kitchen.

"Good morning, Ms Y/L/N." Your greeted by one of Natasha chefs.

"Morning." You mumble.

"Ms Romanoff ordered me to give this note to you." He passes the hand-written note over to you and you eagerly open it.

Good morning, baby.

Make sure you eat and drink something this morning. I won't be coming home tonight to collect you. I'm having Bucky go and pick you up and drive you to my hotel room. It's a formal occasion. I've left a tight black dress in your wardrobe, wear that. I've also left a special surprise in the pocket of the dress. You will know what to do with it once you see it. Remember, I'll know if you don't.

Love, Nat.

You crumble up the note in your hand and toss it into the bin.

"Thanks."

You quickly walk back to your room and open your wardrobe. A smile forms when you see the dress Natasha has picked for you. It's a beautiful dress. You check the pockets of the dress and pull out a bullet vibrator. It must be a new vibrator, you've never seen it before.

You stare at the vibrator in thought. Natasha won't be home tonight and Bucky won't be coming to get you for a few hours. Nobody would know if you had a few orgasms without Natasha's permission.

You place the new vibrator back into the dress pocket and walk over to Natasha's closet. You grab one of Natasha's vibrators and get back into bed. You turn the vibrator onto the lowest setting and hold it against your clit. You let out a soft moan as you turn the power settings up, slowly getting to the highest setting. It doesn't take long for your first orgasm to wash over you, making your back arch and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

If only you were more aware of your surroundings, you would have noticed the camera facing the bed.

A few hours later, you're in the bath. Your muscles feel achy and you feel like you're floating on a cloud. You glance over at your phone and gasp when you see the time, Bucky could be here any second. You quickly get out of the bath and start getting ready. You slip the new vibrator inside of you, fighting the urge to pull it back out. You're still so sensitive from your earlier activities. You put the black dress on and apply light make-up. Within 15 minutes, you're ready.

You hear a knock on your door and Bucky's voice call out, "Y/n, you ready?" He asks.

You open the door with a smile. "I'm ready."

The drive to Natasha's hotel room doesn't take too long. Bucky walks you up to Natasha's room and knocks on the door, waiting for someone to open it before walking away.

"Y/n! Hi, sweetheart. Come in." Wanda answers the door, grabbing onto your hand and pulling you inside. "Gosh, you look beautiful. Did Natasha pick out that dress?"

You nod with a small smile. You don't mind Wanda, but sometimes she scares you. You've seen her go trigger-happy once, which was not a pleasant experience.

The hotel room is full of people. A few of the people you recognise are workers for Natasha and some of the other people you recognise are Natasha's friends. You quickly scan the room for Natasha and frown when you don't see her.

"Natasha's in the back room with Carol and Valkyrie." Wanda tells you. It's almost like she can read your mind.

Wanda leads you to the back room and opens the door. Your stomach does a flip when you see the sight in front of you.

Carol is wearing a bra and a black strap-on. Valkryie is completely naked and pinned beneath Carol. She has one hand wrapped around Valkyrie's throat and her other hand is groping her breasts. Natasha sits on a chair in the corner of the room with one hand down her pants. When Natasha notices you, she beckons you over and ushes Wanda away.

"Hey, baby." Natasha's voice is raspy. She grabs onto your hand and pulls you into her lap. She softly grabs your chin, rubbing your lips with the pad of her thumb. Your mouth drops open slightly and you take her thumb into your mouth, sucking and licking it. You stifle a moan when you taste her.

"Do you have something to tell me?" She asks, pressing down on your tongue.

You give her a confused look.

"Something that happened this morning? It went on for hours." A grin forms across Natasha lips as she watches the realisation fall over your face.

"I didn't-" Natasha cuts you off as you mumble around her thumb.

"You didn't, what?" She questions, "You didn't think I'd find out? Baby, I know you're just a needy, dumb slut that can't control herself. I will always know."

A loud moan from Valkryie pulls your attention over to her. Carol's hand is still wrapped around Valkyrie's throat but Carol's other hand is on Valkyrie's hips, holding tightly onto her as she slams her cock into her. Valkyrie's hand comes up to her mouth and muffles her moans for a few seconds until Carol rips her hand away.

Natasha roughly makes you look back at her, digging her nails into your skin. You softly wince at the pain.

"Look at me, not them." Natasha snaps.

You nod, silently watching her with fear. This isn't the first time Natasha has punished you, but it's the first time she's punishing you for touching yourself without permission.

Natasha reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small object. She presses down on a button, and a wave of pleasure washes over you. Almost immediately, the pleasure becomes too much for you to handle and it quickly turns painful. Your head falls against Natasha's shoulder and your hands grip her shirt. Natasha switches the vibrator off and waits a few seconds for you to calm down before turning it on to the lowest setting. The lowest setting isn't too painful. It's more of a pleasurable pain.

"How many times did you cum?" Natasha questions, pulling your face out of her neck so she can look at you.

You consider lying about the number, but you're sure Natasha already knows how many times you came.

"Fourteen times." You mumble, biting your lip hard when Natasha turns the power up slightly.

You hear Valkyrie moan out again. "Captain, please, please." She whines, "Please let me cum."

You fight the urge to turn around to look at Valkyrie and Carol.

"She can cum." Natasha tells Carol.

The whiney moan Valkyrie lets out makes your thighs clench together. Your action doesn't go unnoticed by Natasha but she doesn't mention anything.

After Valkyrie comes down from her high, Natasha calls Carol over.

Carol's fingers thread themselves through your hair, pulling it to make you look up at her. Carol is covered in sweat and smells of thick sex.

"I watched you get yourself off earlier. It was cute how defeated you looked when your fingers weren't doing a good enough job." Carol smirks. Your face heats up with embarrassment as you realise that you were being recorded and Natasha probably showed the video to all her friends.

"Make Valkyrie cum fourteen times. I want to show Y/n what she's missing out on because of her slutty behaviour earlier."

Carol looks over at Valkyrie on the bed before turning back to Natasha, "I can make her go fifteen more times, she's got a little bit more left in her."

Carol tugs roughly at your hair, making you cry out in pain before walking back over to Valkyrie. She whispers something in her ear and Valkyrie nods. Carol is softer this time. She softly pushes Valkyrie's thighs apart before laying down between them and fucking her with her tongue. Valkyrie whines out and arches her back. Her hands grab onto Carol's hair and pull her closer to her.

Natasha's hand rubs at your thighs, her fingers slowly reaching higher. She pushes your panties to the side and rubs small circles on your clit. Your hands buckle into her hands and she chuckles.

"Already so desperate for more."

Natasha presses another button on the controller and your pleasure increases. Natasha continues to rub your clit in circles, loving the way you try to control the pleasure in your face. Natasha turns up the power to one more level and you moan loudly.

"Daddy, I'm sensitive-" You whine, "I'll cum."

"Control it." Natasha pulls her fingers away from your clit and starts to pull your dress off you. Once your dress is off, she gives her attention to your tits, pinching and rolling your nipples between her fingers. Your back arches and you feel yourself coming to the edge of your orgasm.

Valkyrie whines out something before going completely silent. You watch as her face contorts into pleasure and how her hips rut into Carol's face, riding out her high.

The moment Valkyrie orgasms, Natasha turns the vibrator off and stops touching you. You want to let out an ungrateful whine, but you know that'll get you nowhere tonight.

Carol kisses Valkyrie's thighs and rubs them softly, giving her girlfriend time to gather herself. With a quick nod from Valkyrie, Carol starts to eat her out again. Natasha turns the vibrator on again and you buckle your hips into nothing.

You're slowly starting to become frustrated and whiney from Natasha edging you. "I'm sorry!" Natasha kisses up your neck, leaving hickeys and bite marks in her path. "I won't touch myself without your permission again. Please, please just let me cum."

Natasha rubs your hips in a comforting way, "You hear that, Carol? She's already begging for more."

Carol lets out a chuckle without pulling away from Valkyrie. The vibrations send Valkyrie into her 2nd orgasm. This time, Natasha doesn't turn the vibrator off, in fact, she increases the power setting. You slam your thighs shut and grip Natasha's forearm, trying to control yourself.

As Carol starts to fuck Valkyrie with her fingers. Dread falls over your face. This is going to be a horrible, long night of constant edging and teasing.

[ofstoriesandstardust]

the one with the bathing suit (b.r.b.)

a/n: yeah.... i don't got an explanation. takes place in the flight risk universe

summary: The time Bradley saw Sunshine in a bathing suit and was allowed to do something about it.

warnings: suggestive themes/comments, bathing suits (because that's a warning in and of itself), swearing, brief mentions of insecurities, brief mention of body sizes, future Bradley and Sunshine, this is my nod to all my fellow vanderpump rules watchers, unedited

Bradley's hand slides into your own as the two of you enter the Target, the cool air hitting you as you enter the store. You slide the sunglasses up to sit atop of your head as you pause, figuring out where the Customer Service desk is.

"Thanks for coming with me." You say as you spot it, tugging Bradley along.

He hummed. "No problem, my love. Shame the pants didn't fit."

You rolled your eyes at the memory of trying them on for him after an impromptu shopping trip with Amelia the other day. The two of you'd bickered about whether or not you should keep them, the pants a hair too small to be comfortable.

Bradley, however, had appreciated how they had made your ass look.

("You say that about everything I wear." You'd said with a scoff. He'd only been able to offer you that cheshire grin of his.)

You let your eyes wander as the two of you wait in line. Target had just put out their selection bathing suits for the summer and you were somehow always surprised by the fact that they continuously got cuter every year.

Bradley squeezed your hand when he caught on to where you were looking. "I think you need a new suit, my love."

You roll your eyes as you step forward in line. "And where in the world would I wear it?"

"I think you forget you live in a beach town now, Sunshine. You'd get good use out of it."

You roll your eyes again as you step up to the desk. "You just want to see me in a bikini."

Bradley doesn't deny the point as the girl working the counter begins to process the return. You thank her as she returns the money to the card and exit the area, headed for the door. Bradley's hand in your own stops you, tugging you over to the bathing suit area.

"B..." You mutter, eyeing the bikinis anxiously. "I don't need to make myself insecure on purpose today."

"I'm looking for me, I don't know what you're talking about." He says, bypassing the bikinis into the much smaller one-piece section.

You snort as your eyes fall on a rosey-pink colored one-piece. "That's cute." You comment, rifling through the sizes. "Too bad they don't have one in my size."

"This one might fit." He says, pulling it from the rack.

You eye it nervously. It was adorable, with an open back and straps that were to die for. "There is no way in hell that'll hold up my boobs." You blurt out.

He grins. "Sure it could."

You shake your head, taking it from his hands and putting it back on the rack. "I hate bathing suits. Make me so insecure about my thighs."

He clears his throat. "Respectfully, my love, no one is looking at your thighs when you are wearing a bathing suit." His eyes roam over your body. "Much more distracting parts of you to look at." You shoot him a look, even as you feel your cheeks warm.

"We need toilet paper."

-

"I have a present." Bradley announces as he enters the house. "You're watching the new part of the reunion without me?! You said you'd wait!"

Your eyes flicker to the paused screen, Andy Cohen in the middle of proclaiming "My cards!"

"'M rewatching last week's episode."

Bradley's shoulders visibly deflate at the explanation, relieved you hadn't gone ahead and watched the reunion episodes about the Scandoval that had rocked the nation without him.

You smile, pushing yourself up on the couch. "Whatcha got?"

"I bought that bathing suit you were looking at this weekend."

Your face falls. "What?"

He holds his hands out, quick to soothe you. "You don't have to keep it if you don't like it." He rushes out. "But you didn't try it on, and it was cute, and you've been saying you needed a new suit anyways."

You sigh, pushing yourself off the couch and grabbing the Target bag from his hands. "I'll try it on." You say as you approach the stairs to go up to the bathroom. "But I really doubt it'll fit."

He follows you closely, sitting on the edge of the bed as you disappear into the bathroom to try it on. You take a deep breath, shedding your clothing to pull the material over your body.

You take another deep breath, nervously opening your eyes as you turn back to the mirror.

You... You don't hate it.

You tug at the straps, adjusting the top.

You actually really don't hate it.

The material is comfortable and does surprisingly fit. Your eyes flit nervously over your chest, fighting the urge to cover it up.

"You wanna see?" You call out.

"Obviously."

You take a calming breath, unlocking the bathroom door, slipping into the bedroom.

Bradley's eyes go wide as his jaw falls open. You roll your eyes, huffing out a nervous laugh. "Okay, B, don't gotta gawk."

He shakes his head. "Nuh-uh, 'm gonna."

You feel your cheeks warm as you struggle to look at him. "'S just a bathing suit. You've seen me in those before."

"Yeah, and this is the first time I actually get to do something about it. Sunshine, you look so fucking good." He says, his eyes still roaming your body. "Holy fuck, and I spent years not getting to appreciate you in one of these things. What the fuck was I thinking?"

You let out another nervous laugh, looking back down at your feet. You hadn't even remembered to take your socks off before trying the suit on, not even thinking Bradley would see the piece on you.

"How do you feel about it?" He asks after a minute, his voice much softer.

You shrug, finally raising your head to meet his gaze. "I don't... hate it."

He grins. "Yeah?"

You shrug, taking another step closer towards him. He reaches out for you, hands falling to your waist.

"I've always loved the way you look in a bathing suit Sunshine, but fuck." He says, gaze planting right on your chest.

You duck your head, cheeks growing even warmer. "Not always."

He tilts his head in disagreement, clearly remembering the lake day from your camping trip in college.

("Careful now, Bradshaw." Eli had said to him. "You spend too much longer appreciating her tits in that suit and you're gonna get punched in the mouth.")

"You gonna keep it?" He says, pulling you onto his lap.

You nod, letting out a breathe. "Yeah, I think so."

He grins, shuffling the two of you back further on the bed. "Perfect." He says, his hand gliding down your body. One plants itself firmly on your ass while the other makes it's way back up towards the straps. "Because now I get to do this," He says, tugging at the straps, letting it unravel. "Without worrying about having to return it."

He captures you in a searing kiss, hands coming up to push the material off of your body.

[craziechwiv]

The Paladin and their Succubus Frenemy - 5 Pt.1

Early in the morning, as Ruby was sleeping soundly in her new bed, she was rudely awakened by the large pounding of one of her teammates. If she had to guess on who, it'd be the...short redhead one...what's her name again?

Dwarf Nora: Ruby? RUBY! It's Nora, time to get up~! We're needed by Priestess Glynda!

Ruby: W-Whuh? Why?

Dwarf Nora: IT'S IMPORTANT NOW GET UP BEFORE I BUST DOWN THIS DOOR!

Ruby: Right, right! I'm getting dressed now!

Ruby sighed to herself about the immediate wakeup call from her teammate but sucked it up. If she'd want her stay among their ranks to be permanent, then she'd have to act the part and be ready for anything they go through. Even if that means saying goodbye to her precious beauty sleep, although she doesn't need it to gain Jaune's affection anyhow~.

Ruby took some time to stretch out her wings and claws, as she then retracts them back as if they weren't shown at all. Within due time, she got dressed in her standard outfit, putting on some basic armor on top of it, and put on some arm braces in quick haste and exited her bedroom. As she ran through the hallway towards the living room, she saw her team already waiting for her.

Jaune was in his usual Paladin armor, a iron like chest piece with arm and leg bracing strapped tightly on him. He held his shield in one hand and sword sheathed but ready for combat. Ruby had to admit it made him look more hotter when he was in this than his regular hoodie with a knitted bunny pattern on it. Although, both made him more adorable~.

Pyrrha was decked out and had a serious look on her face, wearing an iron type of gladiator wear with some stitched in cloth around some lining. She held onto her spear tightly in one hand and her shield in the other.

Ren was getting done wrapping his hands in wrap while Ruby saw one set of light green daggers besides him. He was also dressed in cloth clothing with flower petals stitched onto the center. Ruby had to admit, the petals were a nice touch.

Non-biased opinion of course...

As for Nora, she was rocking a lamellar helm with some armor matching it. However, she also wore a secondary layer of quilted cloth that was underneath the lamellar. Once she was done dressing up, she grasped a large hammer in both of her hands, before yelling out some war cry? Ruby couldn't tell as she covered her ears from how loud she screamed.

Paladin Jaune: Great, you're here. You're ready to go?

Reaper Ruby: Yep! Just quick question, what's happening? I only got that it's important and we're meeting a Priestess.

Champion Pyrrha: We can't say for sure, but if we're called in together, it certainly isn't bandits this time.

Reaper Ruby: So, demons?

Monk Ren: That is what we're pointing towards at the moment. But let's go to the Priestess first. we can't waste any more time.

Paladin Jaune: Right, c'mon guys! If it is demons, we'll think of a plan on the way.

With the confusion out of the way, the team all rushed out of their dorm and headed straight towards the main area of the Cathedral. Ruby looked around and saw many members of the place, the art on the walls, and of course the stained glass depicting the four heroes. Again, she'd had to admit they we're doing well here. She had to remind herself to 'reward' Jaune on asking her to join their team.

Before she knew it however, they approached a pair of doors guarded by some knights. The knights opened the door, letting the members in one by one. Before Ruby could enter, one of the knights stopped her, raising his sword as she raised her hands up on instinct.

R. Knight: I haven't seen you 'round here. State your rank her!

Reaper Ruby: I'm with them, I swear! I-I'm a new member, ask the leader!

The Knight turned his head towards Jaune who nodded his head back at them. The Knight looked at Ruby intensely as if he was peering into her soul but sheathed his sword and let her pass into the room.

R. Knight: Apologies.

Reaper Ruby: It's okay, I would be paranoid too.

After that brief hiccup, the group arrived into a large room, with many tables and chairs arranged in corners. In the far back was a lone woman, reading a note on her desk as she looked distressed. As she looked up, she saw the team and Ruby approach her. She sighed, taking her attention away from the note and stood up, walking towards them. The five stopped in line, with Ruby stumbling of course that led to a snicker from Nora, and the Priestess stood across from them.

Priestess Glynda: I'm glad you all could make it in short notice, not to mention on your day off as I apologize for. But we've got a note sent to by a scout of a nearby settlement.

Monk Ren: What's the state of the scout?

Priestess Glynda: He is being treated now, but he was severely harmed. It's a miracle he had the strength to endure it, nay, even walk such a distance for our help.

Paladin Jaune: Poor guy...

Priestess Glynda: Indeed. I'll cut to the main problem since you all possibly already figured it out on the way here. It is demons, a bulk of them. From what the note said, their warriors and those lending a hand managed to slay a decent chunk of them, but there is still at least 20 more roaming the settlement. They've seeked shelter in a cabin and barricaded it. They don't know how long they can last, and they have some of their fighters severely injured with limited supplies.

The team all stood still as statues as Ruby heard it all intently, trying to remain as professional as possible.

Priestess Glynda: You all know what must happen now, save those poor souls and make sure each of those vile demons is sent with a mark from your weapons.

As the Priestess finished her orders, her gaze peered onto Ruby, who jolted. She walked over to her and stared at her for a reasonable amount of time, making the demoness in disguise scared before she spoke again.

Priestess Glynda: I'm sorry, I don't believe we've met yet. Are you a volunteer adventurer here to help or...?

Paladin Jaune: Actually, she's our brand-new member!

Priestess Glynda: Really?

Reaper Ruby: Uh, yes! I am here to help out with whatever I can. Although, I may not be as efficient as the others, I can still fight!

The Priestess showed a slight smirk towards Ruby but backed away from her, clapping her hands together.

Priestess Glynda: Well, that's just wonderful to hear we still have some people not in it for money nor fame to help save others. I welcome you to our ranks. What is your name?

Reaper Ruby: Ruby, Ruby Rose ma'am.

Priestess Glynda: Well, I hope you survive your first mission. It'd be a shame to lose such a bright spirit in these times...

Reaper Ruby: Trust me, I intend to.

Priestess Glynda: Good. Don't break that promise. Now, all of you better make haste towards the settlement! It is north-east of here. No telling how long it has been since the attack but save and salvage whatever you possibly can. And make sure those vile menaces are put in their place.

With her last bit of orders being said, the team nodded in unison before making their way out of her quarters, leaving the Priestess to ponder to herself.

Priestess Glynda: Hmm, Rose. That name...It's been a while since I've heard it. I guess that wench did birth an offspring like she said she would. Let's hope she doesn't stray the path her mother did, or else.

Next Chapter >

[spookymystery67]

I Wish I Could Walk In Heels

AN: Didn't have time to re-read this chapter today, so sorry if it sucks. But Ada is in it, so that's a plus. Anyways, enjoy.

TW: violence, language, ummm typical Resident Evil stuff, ect. I didn't re-read so sorry. By this point, most of you should know I suck at TW's. My apologies.

Chapter 9:

September 29, 1998-

"That's what you're wearing under that coat? And I thought the shoes were bad." You said in disbelief.

She had taken her trench coat off to cover Leon with it. She was wearing a pretty red dress that clung to her figure with spaghetti straps holding it up. It was gorgeous. But so impractical that it confused you on how she was just walking around and killing zombies in that.

"What? Do I look bad?" She asked sarcastically.

"You know very well you don't look bad. I was just surprised. Aren't you uncomfortable?" You asked.

"Not really. It's hot down here. If anything, you should be uncomfortable." She motioned toward your hoodie.

She was right. It was weirdly hot down here. But you didn't want to take off your hoodie. Bloodstains be damned. This hoodie has been your protection against zombie bites. You really don't want to leave any flesh bare at the moment.

"Yeah, I am. Thanks for noticing. Can we go now?"

"Hang on, I have to call in and update H.Q." she told you. 

You waved her off and stood to the side, pretending not to hear the one sided conversation.

"I'm right outside of the facility, in pursuit of Annette …. If it's not on her. It must be in the NEST…. I have someone that can lead me to it." She briefly glanced at you, before looking away.

"Once it's in hand, I'll call for extraction." She finished, putting the radio away.

"Ready?" She asked. You glanced at Leon before nodding. "You can run, Annette. But you can't hide." She muttered.

"Alright. So doors a bust. But a vent leading toward the NEST is this way." You said, glancing at your map.

"After you." Ada said.

You both make it to the vent and you tilted your head in thought. How do you get past the giant fan?

"Any ideas on how to get in there?" You asked her.

"I may have one." Ada said as she grabbed a gadget from her purse thing wrapped around her left shoulder. Holster? It held her gun too.

She aimed and held the button, making the fan spin faster and faster, until it exploded and broke, giving us room to get through it. You gapped in disbelief. Who makes this stuff?

"Candy from a baby." Ada said smugly.

"Huh. I want one." You joked.

"In your dreams." She smirked, tucking it back in her holster and climbing up the ladder.

You climbed up after her and the two of you made your way through the long-winding tunnel.

"So, the plan is to get to Annette, see if she has the G-virus, and if she doesn't, go search the labs?" You asked.

Ada nodded. "She would have moved any virus sample left over the week. Which means it's best to get her to tell us directly so we wouldn't have to search the whole lab. But we will if necessary."

"Okay, but what is the FBI going to use the G-virus for?" 

"Evidence."

"Couldn't you just take pictures of the underground lab that we are currently standing in? Or take the files? Or look at the city above us and see all the zombies walking around? Is that not enough?" 

"It's more complicated than that." Ada snapped, done with that conversation.

The more you think about the things Ada had said, the more it doesn't make sense. Why would the FBI specifically need the G-virus? Why not any of the others? Plus, wouldn't the files laying around the entire lab be enough evidence to take down Umbrella? The emails exchanged between employees? Were you just overthinking it?

You and Ada reached the end of the vent. She used her device to make the fan spin and explode. Once the exit was clear, you climbed down. Neither of you knew exactly where to find Annette, so you just continued to make your way deeper into the NEST toward the lab. You were carefully avoiding zombies here and there as you went. 

You'll see what you encounter first. The lab or Annette.

As you finished that thought, you paused in a hallway when you saw the Tyrant standing there, coming out of nowhere, and slowly marching toward you both. 

"How the hell did it survive?" You asked as you and Ada quickly ducked and ran around the creature, continuing in the direction you were heading before.

"I'm not sure. Let's just keep going, but at a much faster pace." Ada said.

So that's what you did. Running through the maze of vents and halls, deeper and deeper into the NEST.

You and Ada went through a doorway and onto a catwalk. You ran across the catwalk and made it to a small elevator that would take you up a floor to the next catwalk. As you went down the catwalk, you saw Annette in another room through a glass window that was likely used for observations of some kind.

"Got you now." Ada said, both running through the door to the direction that Annette was just seen. "Always been good at running, Annette. I'll give you that."

Ada must know more about Annette Birkin than you did. It sounded like they had interacted in the past. You wondered what happened in those moments that garnered such hatred between the two. 

Ada began using her fancy hacking gadget to unlock the door when you heard the familiar stomps of the Tyrant. You really hated those things with a burning passion.

"Ugh." You huffed.

"Persistent bastard, aren't you?" Ada snarked.

She quickly switches something around with her gadget and pulls the lever, finally getting the door to open. Just in time as the Tyrant was right behind you. 

You ducked into the room quickly, avoiding a hit from the Tyrant. You don't see Annette. 

"Try to avoid him while I get this vent opened." Ada explained.

"Sounds like a plan." You agreed.

Ada quickly got the fan to come off, but the vent didn't fully open. You huffed and slid through the gaps and Ada followed soon after as the Tyrant went to grab her. You landed on your feet, but fumbled and tripped as you lost your balance, making you land roughly on your bruised and scraped knees that haven't really had the chance to heal the last few days..

"Fuck!" You huffed as you slowly pushed yourself to your feet. "That was close."

"Yeah. I don't think we're in the clear." Ada said, glancing over your figure as she saw you wince in pain. She raised a brow in silent question, but you just waved her off. You'll survive.

You both ran down the hall and up a set of stairs toward the direction you think Annette had gone. You approached a locked sliding door that you realized you needed a pass to get through. 

You glanced at Ada. "That thing wouldn't happen to work on this door, would it?"

"Sadly, no. Let's look around."

Looking around, you came across a room with something shining at the bottom. Could be useful.

"Hey, maybe this is something." You said as you walked down the slanted floor to grab the item from the floor. It was a pass on a wristband.

"That's exactly what we needed. Good job." Ada praised. You couldn't help but smile slightly as you handed her the pass. Feeling slightly awkward, you looked at your surroundings and away from Ada.

The room was slanted, like it was on a hill. Charred remains lie on the floor. And- Oh. Wait.

"This is the furnace room." You deadpanned. This was a trap.

"Looks like it." Ada hummed, realizing what you had. 

"We should-" you motioned to the exit.

"Yeah." Ada nodded in agreement. You both began to make your way out, but the large metal doors to your exit slid down quickly, locking you in. A metal slot slid open, showing Annette's face.

"Bravo. Gonna burn us alive now?" Ada deadpanned.

"You'll never get your filthy hands on the G." Annette said. Her eyes moved to you. "And you. Just passing through?" She asked sarcastically.

You shrugged sheepishly and huffed an uncomfortable laugh. "Well, uh, things changed."

"You want the G too? Or did she trick you into working with her? She's good at that." Annette said.

"I'm not the only one after it. You realize that." Ada said, changing the subject.

"Then you won't die alone." Annette said, she looked at you. "You shouldn't have decided to work with her." She told you as she shut the metal slot, the furnace was activated seconds later.

Ada quickly began to do her thing with the device as the room got hotter and hotter in the span of seconds as fire burned at your feet.

"Hey, Ada? I don't mean to rush you but I don't really feel like being burned alive at the moment." You nervously said.

"Almost there." Ada reassured, sweat began to form on the both of you. The heat felt a hundred times more intense thanks to your thick hoodie that was meant for the cold and bitter air above ground.

She finally got the door to explode and you both quickly ran out of the room. You turned back and saw the furnace room had stopped working. Good riddance.

"That bitch knows what she's doing." Ada admitted.

We walked to the door that needed a pass, and it immediately opened.

"Visitor clearance confirmed. Your ID is authorized until OCTOBER FIRST. Please return before this date." A computer voice said.

"Not gonna happen." Ada said. You finally took off your jacket revealing your dark purple t-shirt, and discarded it. It was covered in blood and mud stains anyways. It was time to let it go.

"Finally gave up on it?" Ada asked as you both ran down the hall.

"It was too far gone. There was no saving it. Plus, it's really hot here."

Once again you appeared on another catwalk and ran in the direction you thought Annette went. The large room seemed to be some kind of indoor junk yard. You both paused when a spot light turned on a ways away in front of you.

"Enough, with this cat a mouse game." Ada demanded, glancing over to the window of the control room where Annette stood. She was as tired of this bullshit as you were.

"The game is over. You lost." Annette said.

"Tell me, is your husband still alive? Or did you kill him? So you could take credit for G." Ada asked.

"Interesting theory. What, did she not tell you?" Annette asked, pointing to you as she began pressing buttons and activating something. "Your new friend was there. Didn't she mention it?"

You looked around nervously as mechanisms began to hum to life. Maybe you should move.

"You don't cooperate, I'll get a sample from the NEST." Ada said simply.

"Over my dead body." Annette snarled, activating a lever.

You quickly jumped to the ledge just outside of the path of the giant, metallic claw that was swept across the catwalk. Ada wasn't as lucky in avoiding it as you were. She grasped at the safety bars, attempting to prevent her fall, but the bars fell apart from the damage to the catwalk the claw had caused.

You gasped as she fell with a scream and ran to the edge of the catwalk. You looked down the debris filled room to see a glimmer of red. You heard her yell in pain.

 Yay. She's not dead.

"Ada? You okay?" You shouted.

"Uh, no!" She yelled back. You sighed as you began to look for a ways down.

"Hang on, I'll find a way down." You told her as you glanced at the control room. Annette was still there.

"She's not who you think she is. You know that right?" Annette asked you.

"Maybe. But I'm not just gonna leave her there." You said as you made your way to a ladder leading down towards the metallic junk.

"It won't matter in the end. You'll both die before ever leaving NEST." Annette said, making you pause at the ladder.

"What makes you say that?" You questioned hesitantly, not sure if you wanted to hear the answer.

"William." Annette simply said as she walked off. You heard a distant, loud, roar and a shiver ran down your spine. Right. William.

"Fucking shit. I forgot about him." You muttered as you climbed down the ladder. You have been lucky enough not to cross paths with the mutated William. You suppose your luck would run out soon.

You reached the floor and set off to the direction Ada was laying. You walked around a pile of debris and saw Ada laying on the ground. A piece of sharp metal was lodged into her leg.

"Oh. Yeah, I can see how you're not okay." You said as you kneeled beside her and took your bag off to grab the first aid kit.

"Yeah? What gave it away?" Ada snarked.

"Hmm, well the scream of pain kinda rang some alarm bells. But hey. It could have been worse. You could have been impaled by that." You said, pointing to the large piece of metal not too far from where she landed. Big enough to impale her torso.

Ada shivered when she followed your pointed finger. "Yeah. This I prefer." She sat up, careful not to disturb her injury.

"Me too. I've been traumatized enough, thank you." You said, reaching into the med kit to grab the gauze, bandages, and medical tape. "Do we disinfect the wound when we pull that out?" You weren't sure how to treat stab wounds.

"Yes. I don't want an infection." She grabbed the kit and looked through what you had. "This will do." She handed you the bottle of disinfectant from the kit. "Here, I can bandage myself up. You can pull the shrapnel out."

"C- can we switch jobs?" You asked, not really wanting to hurt her.

"I can't pull it out. And I can't walk like this." Ada sighed.

You hesitated, hand drawing closer to the shrapnel. "I don't really want to hurt you." 

"You killed a man not that long ago. You can pull out some shrapnel." She deadpanned.

You flinched, but tried to ignore the comment. "Yeah, well, he was an asshole. Which you are kind of being right now. But you're in pain, so I'll allow it." You weakly joked, hand hovering over the metal.

"Thanks." She snorted.

"Just this once though." You said as you quickly pulled the metal out of her leg.

"Bitch!" Ada yelled in pain, irritated with the lack of warning. You tried not to laugh. It wasn't funny. She's in pain. 

Eh, it was kind of funny.

"I deserve that." You said as you grabbed the bottle of disinfectant and bandages from her.

"You do. I can patch myself up." Ada said grumpily, grunting in pain every now and then. She moved to take the bandage away but you slapped her wrist away.

"Just stay still and shut up." You demanded.

"Wow. You have wonderful bedside manners." She sarcastically stated.

"Yeah, and my parents wanted me to be a doctor." You laughed. You? A doctor? Yeah right.

Ada actually chuckled at the thought. "I haven't even known you a day and even I know that you would have been a terrible doctor."

"I fully agree. But, look at how well I just patched you up." You grinned, proud of your work.

Ada examined the wound. "Well, I'm not bleeding out. So good job, Y/n." 

"Careful. You almost sounded grateful. It will ruin your badass FBI persona." 

"You're right, we can't have that." Ada snarked back.

You changed your position from sitting on your knees to sitting with your legs crossed in front of you. Ada sat across from you.

"So, want to try walking around? Or do you want to wait for Leon to inevitably show up. He's probably already up and looking for us." You said.

Ada thought for a moment. "Let's wait for him. We're gonna need his help with finding the G." 

"Alright. You're the boss." You shrugged.

"Oh, am I now?" She asked.

"Well you know more about this covert mission stuff than I do."

"I don't know, you seemed to have held your own before I even got here. You got into the NEST before I did. Even got past Annette…" She complimented before trailing off. "And you know what happened to her husband, William?" Ada asked curiously.

You sighed and nodded. "Trying to butter me up for information? All you have to do is ask, Ada."

"Alright. What happened? Did you see?"

"Unfortunately. He was cornered by some men in combat gear. They were after the G, which seems to be the common theme for the past few days…" Your voice faded as your thoughts overcame your mind. 

"And?" Ada urged.

"And he decided that, rather than let them get away with it and die from his gunshot wounds, he should inject himself with the G-virus instead. So, we might encounter a mutated William Birkin while down here. Have that to look forward to." You weakly stated as you fiddled with a piece of metal, eyes gazing into the distance.

"So he caused this outbreak? Not Annette?" 

"From what I've seen. Yes. William did start this. Although Annette clearly had a part in it too. My guess is that the men in combat gear didn't get too far. Must have somehow spread in the chaos." 

"Hmm. Possibly. Thank you. For telling me." Ada said.

"You'd find out one way or another. Not that it matters much to your mission."

"No. But it is nice to know. I like to get to know everything I can. So I won't go in blind." Ada told you.

"That makes sense. I did the same thing before coming here. I was still unprepared. Nearly got lost because I didn't snag a map."

"How did you get out?"

"Annette, actually. She helped me out."

"She just, let you go? That doesn't sound like her."

"Well I obviously didn't tell her that I was investigating Umbrella and stealing information to show everyone how sketchy the company is. I think she had more important things to deal with than some girl that one of the scientists snuck in."

Ada goes to respond, but is interrupted by a familiar voice. "Ada? Y/n? Where are you?"

"Over here!" Ada yelled.

Leon came running around the corner. "There you two are. I was getting worried there for a sec." 

"We were waiting for you, slow poke." You teased.

Leon huffed a laugh. "What happened?" He asked, gesturing to the wound on Ada's leg.

"I fell." Ada deadpanned.

"More like you got thrown off the platform, but yeah." You muttered. She threw you a half-hearted glare and you raised your hands in mock surrender.

"So, what now?" Leon asked.

"Get yourself out of here. While you still can." Ada said. 

You raised a brow. She made you wait for him, claiming that he could help with finding the G-virus, and now she wants him to leave. What? What's her play here?

"I'm not just gonna leave you. Not like this." Leon told her.

"You don't understand. The situation is worse than I thought." Ada said, almost helplessly. 

Pathetically. 

She was not like this just moments ago. What's her play- Oh. She knows Leon's type. The knight in shining armor. She wants to use that to her advantage. She knows he won't leave her. Funny, you almost forgot that this was the same person who would have left you for dead in that cell if you weren't useful to her mission. You shouldn't have been so surprised. You shouldn't have let your guard down. You were an idiot.

"You're not getting rid of me that easily. You protected me. Now it's my turn." Leon said. You stood and crossed your arms, watching the scene from a distance.

"Didn't realize we were keeping score." Ada joked, referencing earlier. Leon helped her up.

"Grab my shoulder." Leon said.

"Don't push it rookie." Ada defended, slapping his hand away.

"Okay. Just trying to help." Leon said.

"You wanna help? We have to get to the NEST."

"NEST?"

"Umbrella's lab, remember? Right beneath us. That's where the virus samples are. You up for this?"

"Think I can fit it in my schedule."

You sighed and groaned loudly. "Alright, I've seen enough. Let's go love birds. Watch your step, Ada." You turned to walk ahead to the exit.

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Leon asked, following behind you and a limping Ada.

"I've been in this situation for a week now, Leon. I want to get this shit show over with and get the hell out of here. And I can only do that after I uphold my end of the bargain." You said, leading them toward the direction of the cable car.

"Even though we failed to save your friends?" Leon questioned. You paused in your step and shut your eyes in frustration.

"Why do you both keep bringing them up? How am I supposed to move on when you're just reminding me of my dead friends every five minutes. Stay out of my business and I'll stay out of yours." You snapped. They just kept prying, and you were over it.

"Woah, okay. I shouldn't have brought them up. I am sorry, though, about your friends." Leon said, face looking like a kicked puppy once more. How are you supposed to be angry at him when he looked at you like that? Damn your soft heart.

"Sure you are. You didn't know them. To the both of you, they're just two more faces of the thousands of dead that you've already forgotten. So please, focus on this mission so we can all go our separate ways when it's over. And hopefully never see each other again." You told them. 

You were over it. Over the fake sympathies and Umbrella and this entire city. You're tired. You didn't want to do this anymore.

"The cable car will take us further down to NEST. This wristband is our ticket to ride." Ada gestured to her wrist, breaking the silence.

"Nice. Where'd you get that?" Leon asked.

"Y/n found it."

"You're welcome." You said dryly.

"Anyway, we're almost there." Ada told him as she limped after you.

You walked through a door and held it open, Ada and Leon walked through. Or in Ada's case, limped.

She folds over in pain. "Ugh, this damn leg."

"Let me carry you." Leon insisted.

She shook her head. "No. That'd only make me feel worse. How's the shoulder?"

"Worse than it looks." He brushed off.

"What a pair. Both got one foot in the grave." Ada snarked.

You finally made it to the cable car door. "Here we are." You said.

Ada limped forward and used the wrist band to unlock the door.  It unlocked and you walked in, immediately going to sit on one of the benches, not bothering to even try and figure out how to work the cable car. Ada sat on a bench further down the cable car, which was slanted and had stairs for some reason. Interesting design choice.

"This may be a one way ride. So be prepared, you two." Ada warned.

"Not like I have a choice. Unless you're giving me the option to leave too?" You asked for across the car.

Ada shook her head. "We'll need you, Y/n. You know where to find the G. Or, at least, where to start."

Oh, so Leon got a choice and you don't? You doubted she needed you. You really did. So why was she keeping you here? What could you possibly add to the mission?

Leon started the cable car and it began its descent further into the NEST. 

"This tram is bound for NEST. Do not exit until the final destination." A computer voice said.

"You know what I was thinking? I can't wait for the FBI to raid Umbrella headquarters and take those bastards to justice." Leon said. 

Yeah, if only.

"I agree… But to be clear, you're not working in official capacity. This is a federal case. Once we get the G-virus, I'm back on my own." Ada told him.

Leon seemed a bit annoyed by this and turned around to look away. You couldn't really tell what he was thinking.

"Hey, Leon. Trust me?" Ada asked.

He walked up the stairs toward her. "You trust me?"

Ada huffed a laugh. "Honestly… If I didn't you'd probably be dead."

"Right." Leon scoffed.

"What about you, Y/n?" She asked, taking your attention from looking out the windows.

"What about me?" You asked, not really paying attention to the conversation.

"Do you trust me? Trust us?" Ada repeated.

You looked at her and Leon, pausing for a moment, before shaking your head. "No."

"No?" Leon questioned, confused and curious.

"No." You repeated. "I barely know you both. We've been together for five, maybe six hours. I don't trust that easily. Especially strangers." 

"Smart. I don't blame you for that. But for this to work, I need you to trust us. Trust me." Ada tried.

You hummed. "Yeah, well, I'll try not to ruin your plans. How about that?" 

You could meet in the middle and work together, but trust? That's a stretch. It's a lot to ask for. You've been disappointed and betrayed by those you've trusted before. In return you've always been careful when it comes to that. Hell, it took a couple weeks before you even fully trusted Ben. Especially when he started dating Katherine. 

A pang in your heart. No. Don't think about them. Survive now, grieve later. 

"Why don't you trust us? We've saved your life." Leon said.

"Yes. And I thank you for that. But in case you've forgotten, which I haven't, you also threatened to leave me for dead in that cell with Ben's body if I didn't cooperate. Not exactly a good first impression."

Ada nodded in reluctant understanding. "Look, I thought I might need yours and Y/n's help… and I was right. If you both can secure the G-virus I can make sure what happened in Raccoon City never happens again."

Leon sits next to her. "Ada. You said it yourself. It's a federal case. I don't have the authority-"

"Look at me." Ada interrupted. Leon went silent and she huffed. "I'm a liability now. If I'm gonna finish this case, you both are the last hope I've got."

Ah, so that was her plan. Make us do her dirty work.

Leon looked conflicted. "I'm not just gonna leave you here. What if you're attacked? What if you need help-"

Ada kisses Leon. She kisses him. For a good few seconds. You grimaced and turned to look out the windows, never a fan of PDA. 

Didn't they just meet each other? Must be another manipulation tactic. Kiss the man to shut him up and get him to listen.

"I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. I gotta see this through. And I want to see you again." She placed a hand on his thigh. "I got plenty to live for. Trust me." 

Is that flirting? Is she flirting?

Really fucking awkward. Oh wow, look at that. The building structure is amazing. You could give Umbrella a point for cool underground labs. That leaves them at -99. 

"Now arriving at NEST." The computer voice said.

"Go. Please. We don't have much time. You're gonna need this." She took off the wrist band and gave it to Leon.

"Okay." Leon said, ready to be the hero. "You coming, Y/n?" Leon asked you. 

You glanced at Ada and saw her look at you pleadingly. You rolled your eyes and walked over to her.

"Fine. I'll do your dirty work for you, seeing as you're incapable at the moment. But after this, I don't want to see you ever again. I don't really appreciate being manipulated." You said quietly, so Leon wouldn't hear from the doorway.

"I haven't been manipulating you-" Ada started.

"You have. And Leon too. You know it." You shrugged. "It's fine. I'll get you your G-virus. I just better not find out it has landed in the wrong hands because of you. I really don't want a repeat of Raccoon City, Ada. I don't want to have a part in that again. You can understand that, can you?" You questioned.

"I understand. You can trust me, Y/n." Ada said. 

You looked her in the eye and studied her face. You were conflicted. It was odd. Every single part of you wanted to trust her, but you knew you couldn't. That you shouldn't.

"We'll see. Stay safe, Ada." You said as you turned and walked away from her.

"I'm counting on you both." Ada said.

"I know." Leon responded. You just went out, not wanting to stay there anymore.

Time to go get the G-virus.

[heartfullofleeches]

Scenario: Elliot's helpers are tasked with kidnapping their next victim (reader's sister, twin, lookalike) but they mistake reader for the target and reader is terrified doesn't know what to do, why the hell is Elliot here

(Changed it slightly as Elliot doesn't usually go for people that look like you. Tw: slight body horror)

Your head hurts.

Darkness shrouds your field of view; a sweet scent lingering in the air slightly overpowered by a musk similar to spoiled meat. It makes you feel nauseous; heart pounding so loud you can feel each beat through your teeth. What's going on?

A cry for help sits in the back of your throat. Despite most of your senses being shot, you could tell you weren't alone. You focus that energy on trying to remember what happened before this. You were at home, dealing with a cold while your roommate took your shift for the day at work. There was a knock on the door. A woman - begging for help. She insisted that she was being chased and asked to use your phone. You can't recall much after that.

"Hey, I think they're awake. What should we do?." A muffled voice speaks.

"He's across town with the butcher right now. Traffic in the area, so he'll take a minute to get back. Take off the blindfold. I wanna see their eyes one more time."

Another replies. Their voice is scratchy, and oddly familiar. Someone walks over to you. Calloused fingers push the blindfold up. You can feel the stitches on the person's palms as they glide up your face. Eyes adjusting to the dim room light, your first vision back is a tinted eye staring back at you through a red lense. The figure chuckles.

"Good morning, sunshine."

The man wears a black mask with large beady eyes like an insect; gas mask filters stitched into its lower half. He wears a doctor's coat over an old tank top and jeans; his entire body covered in scars and healing wounds - flesh discolored in certain places. There's something wrong with his left arm as he touches your face again. The skin is clammy and the bone beneath feels sharper than normal. Your stomach churns as you see it pull around his bicep, showing pieces of metal beneath.

"You're right. They are rather nice. Shame I'm not in need of one as I have plenty spares currently, but someone would pay a nice penny for them."

"Told you so!" Another figure hops down from a counter. They wears a black mask with a red smile panted across its lips, and a red checkered hoodie over top. The smile has some kind of glow to it; giving their appearance a sort of look that makes it seem like you're looking into a void. A hunting knife is strapped to their chest from the harness over their shoulders. The jacket is familiar, but you distinctly recognize the voice as the woman at your door.

You stare at the two; breathing heard from behind you. "What.. what's going on?"

The woman laughs. "You're gonna be apart of a movie, babe. And I get to be in charge of your makeup before I slit that pretty throat of yours."

"It's nothing personal." The man chimes in. "The director always picks the perfect star for his roles, and the best corpses to harvest. Not that I think about it, it might actually be somewhat personal. Never seen him as angry as when he told us to snatch you. Won't let us touch a hair on you until he gets first cut."

Fear takes hold, but before you can yell for help, a car pulls up outside. It's headlights shine the walls of the shed you were in. The two in front of you look at each other before heading to the door. The woman waves as she exits.

"See ya soon~"

And with that - you're left all alone. Maybe not alone as one might think, as footsteps sound from behind you as they leave. The third party walks in front of you, dressed in black from head to toe. A mesh mask hides their features; hands behind their back. Panic crawls up your spine as they pull them forward; object in grasp. You close your eyes; fearing for the worst - when you hear the sound of a cap.

You open one eye. It's... a water bottle. The figure presses it against your lip, tilting your head so you can drink. You keep your mouth shut, worrying it might be poison, but it's clear they aren't letting you off the hook. As the cool liquid hits your tongue, you realize it's nothing more than water. They wipe the driple off the corners of your lips and return to their spot as the door opens again.

"Tada!"

The two from earlier walk back in; joined by another who's eyes grow wide beneath his pale mask. You recognize the sweater he's wearing. It's the one you bought him on your first date after you spilled a drink on the one he had been wearing.

"E-Elli?"

He remains silent.

"Elliot- what's going in? Who are these people?"

The man turns on his heels, dragging his associates outside. The door rocks back open slightly from the force of which he slams it at. You can see the resulting argument from its crack.

"What the fuck is wrong with you idiots?! You got the wrong person!"

"The fuck are you talking about?" The woman shouts back." You gave us the picture of the one we were supposed to grab and they were were only one home."

"I gave you two pictures. Two! I did it specifically so you wouldn't fuck up if something happened. Their roommate probably took their shift today."

"Who are they to you, by the way? You've never acted like this bef-."

Elliot sends a sharp kick into the other man's abdomen. "Shut up, and go home. We'll talk more later."

The two hurry off as he enters the shed again. Elliot kneels in front of you, undoing the ropes tying you to the chair. He rubs the bruises on your arms, but you pull away.

"What the fuck was that, Elliot?"

He chews on his bottom lip. "A prank. A really fucked up and stupid one, but-"

"You call that a prank?! Are you fucking insane? I thought I was going to die! What could possibly make you think that was a good idea."

"I.... was going to ask you to marry me."

"W..what?"

Elliot offers a half smile. "You know better than anyone that I'm a big fan of horror. My friends were able to get me on board with this stupid idea of staging a kidnapping so I could propose in my own way. I knew how bad it sounded, but I didn't stop anything.

You don't know how to respond; quietly allowing him to take you home so you can rest. Later that night, Elliot sorts through his parent's things for the family engagement ring - hoping some good could possibly come from this night.

[brightlight-dazzlingeyes]

november with you | kylian mbappé (part iii/iii)

kylian mbappé x original female character [+18]

synopsis: alice has been living in paris for a year, she found a perfect job and a perfect boyfriend in this city, but the cold of november is bringing back old memories she wishes she could forget. warnings: established relationship; smut; domestic fluff; i have never been to france; minors dni.

(this is a sequel to the french exit, but can be read as standalone)

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Part III — Put A Little Love On Me

“I've still got so much love hidden beneath this skin.”

Caroline, Alice’s mother, was opening a new store in Paris. The launch party was an intimate event, exclusive to a select few. The venue – adorned with chic, modern decor – screamed sophistication. The store itself was a vision of elegance, filled with racks showcasing Ficher’s incredible designs; you could feel Caroline’s fashion genius in every stitch. Soft jazz music was playing in the background. It was a sight – and sound – to behold.

Alice is wearing the Helen Dress, embodying the essence of sophistication in her mother's brand. Crafted from mesh with thin straps delicately hugging her shoulders, leading to a sensual V-neckline. A front slit and long length, along with the meticulously stitched finish, completed the ensemble.

With an air of femininity and grace, the dress was tailored to Alice's form, transforming her into a living embodiment of her mother's design philosophy. The dress wasn't just clothing; it was a statement, and Alice wore it with the natural confidence of a woman who knows the power of elegance.

Alice had her hands full helping her mother with the event. From organizing the guest list to coordinating with the caterers. At the party, there was a quiet satisfaction exchanged between mother and daughter, an unspoken acknowledgment of a job well done. For Alice, the store opening was an important milestone. The little nods and smiles from her mom were like medals of honor, and Alice cherished them all.

On top of that, this time things seemed different between Caroline Ficher and Fayza Lamari. Even though they have crossed paths on multiple occasions before, the two matriarchs, usually restrained in polite conversation, now seemed to be genuinely interested in each other’s company. For Alice and Kylian, it was almost comical how much their mothers resembled each other personality-wise. They were amusing themselves observing the duo.

“I have to be honest, knowing my mother, I didn’t see that coming.” Kylian points out. “They do have a lot in common. They’re both business women…” He looks contradicted when he says it, as if he can't believe his own words. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy. It’s good that they are friends. I just wasn’t expecting it to be so…”

“Weird.” Alice says, chuckling. 

“Yes, weird.” Kylian smirks. He stops to think for a moment. “It's a good weird, though.”

As Alice continues to watch their friendly interactions, she wishes for a similar acceptance from Fayza. Fayza's politeness towards her was always tinged with a protective edge, as if she was assessing Alice's role in her son's life. Alice understood the maternal instinct; after all, she shared a similar protective shield around her own family. The struggle to let someone new into the inner circle was a sentiment that resonated deeply with her.

But Alice’s family, while protective, had become more lenient with her dating choices. They had reached a point where they valued her happiness over rigid expectations. Yet Fayza seemed to embody a more intense form of protection, making Alice feel uneasy. Like she was walking on a tightrope.

“I want to get used to this.” She says, eyeing the easy vibe between their mothers. “Seeing the two of them like this.”

She doesn't explain why exactly, she figures it's not wise to get too hung up on her relationship with his mom. But like clockwork, Kylian catches the unsaid, giving her a nod that says he gets what she means.

"It's all a matter of time, baby, you'll see," Kylian reassures her, his arm encircling her waist.

His gesture triggers a wave of nostalgia, taking her to another party they attended, not together but still, not far apart. Back then, she had doubts about the possibility of them ever being together like this. The memory feels distant in the past.

A warmth envelops her, contrasting sharply with the uncertainty of that moment. A sense of pride swells up within her – pride in both of them for having faith in their love and creating the beautiful relationship they now share.

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The slam of the front door echoes through the hallway as Kylian chuckles, his words slightly slurred, "Wow, that was something." They both wore coats over their fancy designer party clothes, the chill of the outside world clashing with the warmth of their home. Closing the door seemed to intensify the effect, and for a moment, they felt even drunker.

They stumble into the living room, still holding glasses of champagne that had miraculously made their way from the party to the cab and finally to the apartment. The soft glow of the lamp highlighted the remnants of the evening – a discarded purse and a pair of high heels.

With a playful grin, Alice plops down on the couch, patting the seat next to her. "Join me."

Kylian obliges and sinks onto the couch beside her. They clink their glasses and the sound echoes in the quiet room.

“To mothers and champagne!” Alice declares, taking a sip and grinning.

"Cheers!" Kylian says, lifting his glass in agreement. “But let’s not talk about mothers anymore.” He has a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Alice raises an eyebrow, a playful smile on her lips. "What should we talk about, then?" She says, teasing him.

Kylian, looking like he was planning something, slowly wraps his hands around the Burberry scarf Alice was wearing and begins to take it off. The smooth, deliberate motion draws a surprised expression from Alice.

The scarf joins their coats on the floor, thrown in the general direction where Alice had discarded her heels and purse, and Kylian continues his mission. His tuxedo jacket, the suit pants – all removed. He’s careful when taking off her dress, still sober enough to understand he’s not allowed to damage this one.

Finally, she’s naked in front of him. It always feels like forever ago, even when he had this view this morning – or every morning. He stares at her, her hair is messy, loose strands framing her beautiful face. He runs his fingers through her hair and lifts her chin, forcing her to look at him.

Kylian is standing in front of the couch, still in his boxers, looking down to her with obvious desire. Alice’s knees go weak as she’s completely at his mercy – and she loves being at this position.

He kneels down in front of her and kisses her roughly, enjoying the taste of expensive champagne on her tongue. Her heart beats faster and he goes on to kiss her neck, then whispering in her ear. “Do you know what I want right now?”

His hand touches her tight and his palm moves up slowly until he reaches a part of her that’s burning for him. Alice gasps and arches her back, her hips moving against his hand. Her breathing is heavy and she lets herself be guided by him. She closes her eyes and moans as Kylian caresses her wetness. 

Kylian takes the time to admire the sight before him – the naked woman on his couch, legs spread open wide while her eyes are closed, lost in pleasure.

She hears him laugh, softly.

“This. Right here.” He says, entering a finger inside of her. “This is what I want.” Another finger. “Everyday.” He pushes it in and out, slowly. “I can’t get you out of my mind, Alice.”

He keeps thrusting his fingers inside her, preparing her to receive him, and her body starts convulsing, she grasps the edge of the sofa and moans loudly. He will never get tired of the noises she makes when she comes. Kylian smiles at the intensity of her reaction.

Still kneeling on the floor, he brings her to his lap. “I’m going to fuck you now.” He promises her, whispering in her ear as he holds her. “Such a good girl.” He praises her, making her blush furiously. “Look at me, baby.” It’s an order, and she obeys.

Her eyes flutter open and Kylian loves how lewd she looks in that moment. He presses his forehead against hers. “You’re mine.”

“Yes!” She says, eyes filled with lust, body flushed with arousal. “‘M yours…”

Kylian grabs her waist and enters her in one swift motion, pounding her hard against the couch. Her head rolls back and she groans; they move together, sweat covering their bodies. He takes her, uses her. They lie together on the living room floor, Kylian lifts her leg over his shoulder and keeps thrusting into her. 

Her arms wrap around his neck and he leans forward to kiss her harshly, but lovingly. Alice struggles against her second orgasm but it doesn’t take long and he follows her.

Their skin is drenched in sweat, mixing their scent. Kylian thinks he would never get tired of seeing her beautiful body underneath him, his cock buried deep inside of her.

When they regain their breath, Alice and Kylian are still sprawled on the floor. They stare up the ceiling, lost in their own thoughts but somehow still connected. The world outside fades away and the only thing on their minds is the certainty that there will be countless moments like this in their future.

[genshin-impact-redesign]

hiii again! Connected to my previous ask about Natalia, I read the advice and it sent me down a whole redesign rabbit hole that I exited with a few questions about how to add some elements.

Despite Natalia’s design being inspired by military nurses, she is a doctor of prosthetics and a battlefield medic. In her current design, I took inspiration from ww1 VAD nurses’ uniforms but swapped out the apron for a lab coat with a belt. I also ditched the nurse veil/cap.

However, as Natalia’s character has developed I think an apron like the nurses she is inspired by and adding a nurse veil or cap would help her design. She does take on a lot of duties that a nurse would do as well as doing doctor duties. She’s very burnt out and overworked to say the least lol.

An apron would hold her tools for designing prosthetics in easy access and give her a place to wipe her hands on. The veil or cap would keep her head warm, we all know how cold Sheznayah is.

The tricky thing about adding any elements signifying her status as a doctor is that nothing can really be added around her chest because it would be covered up by the harness for her extra arms.

My question is what elements could I add to her redesign that would still let people looking at her tell she is a doctor while not having them be covered by her harness?

oo!! Im glad you took the advice to heart!! Also i love being able to put my studies to use :)

If we look at the differences between a nurse, and field medic, we can combine elements of these to get the fem look a nurse uniform gives while also getting the doctor vibe.

I'll add a tldr & more concise answer to your question at the end because I'm about to YAP

(Advice under the cut)

If we look at war-time nurses, we see that they wear aprons and head covers to keep themselves clean while working with patients. They don't have to perform any medical care outside of a tent or dedicated place, so there's less need for them to carry tons of equipment on them! Maybe pockets to transport stuff easily when moving between stations.

Now, field medics have to carry a LOT on them, since they don't have access to a stable supply of medical equipment - anything they need has to be on their person. So, they have giant utility belts, pockets of various items, bags, satchels, toolkits. The reason an apron doesn't work is because items could easily fall out of the big pockets when they're moving about.

Doctors who aren't on the field would standard army uniform and some sort of scrub/covering/apron to keep themselves clean. So similar to a field medic but without the need to carry so much as anything needed would be stored where they worked.

So! In order for her to look more like a field medic, she has to be carrying a lot more readily available on her. A belt around the waist with pouches and a satchel, or more secure pockets on her dress/apron might help with that :D

Also, there can be stuff attached to the harness that secures her arm. Harnesses are great places to add extra design elements.

AND stuff CAN cross over eachother, as long as it remains clear and readable. See here:

He's got a lot of bags, belts, harnesses, etc, but the straps on his shoulders still have a clear shape and design, and thus remain visibly different from the harness across his chest.

A beret, military cap, or a hat of that sort might read as more "doctor" or in command compared to a nurse's veil. Keep the structure of the nurse's dress, including the apron, because it looks nice and feminine, has a good bottom-heavy silhouette, and just makes for good character design. I'm especially fond of the high-neck flat collar on the nurses in the photo I shared :D

Lastly, what might help is making a reference board! We have a specific way of laying them out in my Comic & Concept art class.

find a mix of references; some for utility (e.g functional bags, clothes), some for design (can be entirely unrelated to what you're drawing, doesn't need to be medical!), and some for form (things that give you nice ideas for the shape of stuff).

as well as a mix of real world references and a mix of what other artists are doing.

organise each category (utility/design/real world/drawn/etc) into its own area on the board, just roughly

you can zoom in on sections and just doodle ideas based on what you see

It's a good way to almost randomise the ideas you're getting, but still have it be specific.

This is a moodboard I made for an assignment where we had to design edo-period objects of modern things. I had to make a plant pot, phone booth, and a traffic light. There's a mix of utility (the actual items I had to draw), form (interestingly shaped items) and design (actual edo period artifacts, items, etc) :D

I'd zoom in on an area and just mix aspects of what I saw to see if it worked.

TL;DR

What elements could you add to her design to keep her appearing like a doctor?

wartime beret/cap instead of a veil

more bags, satchels, pockets, etc, which can ALSO be added onto her arm harness to give things extra utility

chunky belt (this'll also be nice for bringing in her waist and making her dress look more flowy <3) for extra pockets or storage

additional layers for pockets, can be added to her apron/an extension of her apron basically

additional CLOTHING layers (coat over dress, dress over shirt, etc) because that can just imply bulk, which implies she can carry more without need to draw it

And for a reference board:

gets IRL examples of both wartime and modern doctors

get IRL examples of clothes you just like, hats, accessories

examples of genshin characters to be inspired by

examples of fellow artist's interpretations of fantasy doctors, wartime doctors, etc

Mix that together and I'm sure you'll get what you need :D

[softquietsteadylove]

Hi love your works!

I love the Thenamesh zombie au and would like to ask for a prompt! Would love to read some Gil and Thena fighting action against a small group of zombies and towards the last zombies Gil is protecting Thena against a zombie too heavy and strong for her. Some cute fluff at the end maybe?:)

"You need a hand?" Gil called upward, anxiously watching as Thena scaled the higher up shelves for the remaining goods there.

"I got it," she called back down to him, pushing over cans of soup and bottles of water forgotten in the initial rush and panic.

Gil just sighed, collecting up what she sent down and putting it in the cart they'd commandeered. Thena never asked for his help with anything, and hardly ever even accepted it when he offered. Not that it surprised him. It was just part of being so badass, he supposed.

"I think that's it for this aisle," Thena leaned over to at least look at him. She looked around them, "doesn't seem to be much else worthwhile."

"Okay," Gil murmured, hoping that meant she would just come back down to the ground with him. It made him nervous, watching her jump around on the flimsy metal shelves, no matter how little she was. "Do you-"

Thena was already jumping from the shelf to the column, gripping the sides of it and then jumping down the rest of the way. She landed with a huff.

"Right," Gil sighed. He supposed there were worse things than having an amazing, cool, deadly - beautiful - woman by his side in the apocalypse. "We got some pretty good stuff, at least."

Thena examined the cart, tilting her head this way and that at the cans. "I can see why split pea soup was what was left."

"Hey, it's not so bad," he chuckled, taking the can from her hand. "If I find some maple syrup, this stuff will become your favourite meal."

"I doubt that," she at least laughed with him as they headed towards the exit again.

"Maybe I'll hold onto it until we're in farm land again," Gil mused as he walked the cart slowly and carefully--as quietly as possible. "This stuff goes great with bacon."

"I remember bacon," Thena smiled, whether she was reminiscing about the food or something else.

"Should we check the medical stuff?" Gil suggested as they arrived at the main stretch of aisles again. "See if there's anything left worth taking?"

Thena nodded, taking up her knife from her thigh, "meet you back here in fifteen."

"Make it ten," he corrected with a very particular sneer. But it made her laugh as she trotted off in the other direction. Gil left the cart where it was, drifting to the clothes close to the abandoned registers to see if there was anything they might want to take with them.

Not that there was much left, but he tilted his head at a white sweater that looked pretty clean. It was probably large enough that it would be a full on dress over Thena, but maybe she could wear it over her other stuff when it got colder.

"Gil!"

He ran. He ran as fast as he could, already reaching for the handheld axe he'd picked up a few stops ago (his trusty iron skillet was still strapped to his backpack). If Thena was calling for him, then she really, really needed help.

It was a security guard, probably long dormant and awakened by their rummaging around. It was massive, its lurching body leaning over Thena. Her back was on the ground, with only her legs being strong and long enough to keep it off of her.

"Gil, help!"

"I got 'im!" Gilgamesh slid over to her, sliding the handle of the axe against the thing's neck and pulling back. "How's this thing so heavy?!"

Thena laid on the ground, panting after her exhausting battle against the monster as well as gravity itself. "I wish I knew."

Gil twisted his back, tossing the thing aside and wrenching the head off its shoulders in the process. He stepped back, making a face as he eagerly schlupped the remains of it off of him. He dropped the axe, wiping his hands on his pants before pulling Thena up. "Are you okay?"

"Fine," she muttered, although he had a feeling her pride was far more wounded than anything. "I should have been more alert."

"Hey, with the noise we made on the way in, I was sure we were alone too," Gil frowned as she dusted herself off. He kept his eyes on her. Thena wasn't often on the receiving end of anything she couldn't handle, and encounters like this didn't necessarily get easier with time.

Thena inhaled before turning around and pushing her face into his chest and throwing her arms around him. "Thanks for saving me."

Gil wrapped his arms around her delicate little waist, pressing his cheek against the top of her head. She never needed to thank him, especially for protecting her. He would do anything for it--for her. He gave her hip a squeeze, "any time."

Thena pulled back, smiling at him like he was the sun itself. It made his heart feel funny inside his chest. Her eyes travelled down, "sorry. I guess he made a bit of a mess out of us."

"Hm," Gil also glanced down at them, splattered with security guard neck fluids. He smiled though, "I think I have an answer to that."

"Oh?" she voiced her curiosity as they headed back to their cart hand in hand.

"You know," Gil frowned, and Thena seemed to anticipate what he was going to say. "It's not the end of the world if you need my help once in a while."

She sighed, obviously having know that was what he was getting at. She shrugged, "I'm just...used to taking care of things myself."

"Well," Gil corrected, giving her hand a squeeze, "you're not by yourself anymore. So, maybe it's not the worst thing in the world if you learn to lean on me a little more?"

Thena raised a brow at him in good humour. "Oh, so I should rely more on the big, strong man with me?"

Gil blushed, "okay, okay, I didn't say that."

"No, no," she continued through her laughter, "by all means. Tell me more about how you can help little old me."

Gil sighed. He should have known she would get a kick out of his suggestion to depend on him more. But she was laughing, and that sound was his greatest weakness in the world. "Fine, yes, chivalry is dead. Now will you just put this on?"

Gil crossed his arms, turning around so Thena could change out of her messed up tanktop and into the light sweater. He also needed to change his shirt, but he didn't dare open his eyes while Thena was changing. Knowing her, she wouldn't even be offended--just tease him for trying to be a gentleman about it.

"This is nice, Gil."

It did look nice. She looked nice--it looked nice on her. They looked nice together. It...she...pretty.

Thena blinked at whatever expression he had on, tugging at the hem of the oversized sweater that just brushed the end of her white cargo shorts. She rolled the sleeves of it up to her elbows, avoiding his eyes as her cheeks turned pink. "What do you think?"

Gil smiled, taking her hand again to bring her with him to the men's section, "it looks good on you."

Her smile was soft, almost kind of shy. She gave his hand a squeeze, "now, to find something for my big, strong man to wear?"

He rolled his eyes. He was never going to hear the end of this.

[redroom-rainbowguts]

Broken

Word Count: 681

Tw: drugging

"Actions speak louder than words."

Roy squirmed against the leather holding him against the bed.

"So how about this? Until you're able to 'tell' me you'll never pull this bs again, you won't be allowed to speak at all. Does that seem fair?"

"N-No!" Roy's eyes stayed on the IV, partially because he was too scared to meet Grey's gaze, but mostly due to the mystery substance being added, turning the clear liquid a cloudy white. His stomach sank.

"I-I'm s-s-sorr-!"

"What did I just say?" Grey snapped. He'd never been this cold before. There had always been a layer of despair underneath his punishments, no matter how harsh, but now? It felt like an entirely different person. If this was still an expression of love, it was deathly cold. Tears bubbled down Roy's cheeks. He shook his head.

"Look at me." Grey grabbed his chin, forcing his gaze up. "Just because the world was cruel to you, that doesn't give you the right to hurt others." He let out a slow, shaky breath. "Especially the one person who wants to see you safe and happy."

Roy opened his mouth to speak- rather, he tried. His jaw was locked in place. He paled.

"I told you." Grey tapped the IV drip. "You'll have to find some other way to fix your mistake. You have a few hours in the bed, that should give you plenty of time to figure it out while I go talk to the police. Sound good?"

Roy shrank further into himself, forcing a stiff nod. Grey smiled, but his face still lacked the passion Roy had developed a bittersweet attachment to over the last several months. Grey left him alone, punctuating his exit with the flick of the light switch. Darkness. Again. The prospect of Grey coming back was terrifying. After all, if he couldn't make it up to him.... Roy was no stranger to just how intense Grey's reprimands could be, and today proved they'd only grazed the tip of the iceberg. But even worse was the nagging fear that Grey *wouldn't* come back. His mistake had somehow destroyed the terrifyingly unconditional love Grey had shown him. Alone, voiceless, strapped down, Roy would die if he never came back. He had no life without him. There would never again be freedom without Grey.

That last thought bounced around his head, echoing louder and louder. Like it or not, he *needed* Grey. Desperately. His heart picked up speed. What if Grey was arrested? Would anyone care enough to look for the victim? The police had no problem returning Roy to a family who wanted nothing more than to see him destroyed, why should now be any different? Grey was the only one who ever really cared. And he'd tried to run. Fuck.

The darkness of the basement danced with that of sleep until finally the light flicked back on. Roy would have run to Grey's arms had his own limbs been free.

"Excited to see me?" Grey's voice, though wary, no longer carried the same strain as before. Roy nodded. Fresh tears stained his cheeks as he nuzzled into Grey's chest. Grey in turn pressed his lips to his forehead. He wiped Roy's hair from his face.

"That's all I needed to see, dearest." Grey smiled. His real smile. It had barely been a day, but God how Roy had missed it. Grey tenderly removed the needle from his arm. "The effects should wear off in a couple days, but until then I'm afraid you'll still be unable to talk. Roy didn't care. He was safe. He was loved. With Grey, he was free.

[women-of-malevolent]

All references to women in Part 12 - The End

There's a several-minute scene with a psychiatrist interviewing Kellin about madness/KIY; no women come up.

They're wandering a spooky place and find an impossible elevator. Arthur asks, did the cult build this building to hide the elevator or what's under it, like the cult's underground sanctuary on the island? John says it's different. On the island, a widow built a home to hide something not welcome in this world; the hotel was attempting to hide in plain sight.

They make it into the underground city and past the lake. The imagery here is so cool. Anyways, they get into a house or shop or something, and there's boxes stamped with the name Cassilda. This is making the cut for episode references but I'm not making a character sheet for her unless she shows up.

I assume that some of the people in this description of the city's dead dreamers are women. They all died, sleeping, while dreaming. They approach John and Arthur from the houses where they said their goodbyes. Arthur is scared, and John tells him to follow them. Arthur doesn't want to. John tells him that this city literally exists to allow passage to The Dreamlands. He says that all of these followers must have dreamt to death to see what lay beyond.

The dreamers come out and approach Arthur; one man specifically speaks to him and guides him. He says Arthur must come willingly; Arthur agrees to. The people lead him to an auditorium like an ancient Greek theater. Hundreds of people get into the seats and look towards the center. On the stage is a table and large standing mirror. A green light illuminates the theater, seemingly coming from nowhere. Everyone is wearing robe and mask. Someone exits onto the stage, then approaches the table in the center. A man asks Arthur specifically to unmask. John says he's looking in Arthur's direction, then tells Arthur that every person in the auditorium is staring at them.

John says there's still time to leave. Arthur says no, then tells John he trusts him. Everyone watches as they exit the aisle. They ascend the stage. The one cultist man that's singled them out says, you've come a long way to become whole; and that is their whole purpose, to serve the King in Yellow. John describes straps on the table, and Arthur says he's willing. John says there's no way out if he gives in. The cultist says they were told he would come, it was written, and everything he's done is as was planned. Arthur asks how that could be; the cultist says he's forgotten who he is. He ties Arthur down and says they can make him whole, remove the voice in his head, separate him, save him, bring this body back to him.

Arthur wants to know what will happen to John; makes them promise nothing bad will happen to John; realizes that they're probably talking to John, not to him, Arthur.

They say, the gateway in the basement 10 years ago trapped John, the piece of the King, in the book. The book bound him to Arthur's mortal shell, the one that they will give "you" (unclear who that is) and make you whole again. John looks into the magic mirror and sees Arthur and him standing on the shore of the lake, smiling. The lake is purple with a black, stone shoreline. His face is his own again. The cultist says that Arthur's vessel is his to take. Arthur pleads him to reject them, remember who he is, what they've done, his name. The cultist implores John using plural pronouns, "Our king, remember your name." Arthur says the same thing. John says he remembers his name... It's the King In Yellow! He's the fractured soul of a god, he's not John! The Cultist implores John to cast Arthur out of this body.

The next part is some dream or memory or both. Arthur is playing piano, then stops suddenly and calls for Faroe, gets up, calls for her again. KIY asks Arthur why he refuses to let this memory go. KIY says that Arthur's body is now his, and every instance of him is being erased Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind style except this one memory, why? He's playing piano, his daughter interrupts, what happens next, and why won't he leave this memory behind? Arthur refuses to tell him, even when he implores, even when he threatens him as a god.

This isn't about women but it's great /genuine, indulge my summarizing....

Arthur asks why he doesn't do what he wants, if he's so powerful? Maybe he doesn't want to control Arthur. Maybe the humanity he saw compells him too much. KIY denies it, and says no, it's actually that John (the part of KIY that Arthur "stole") (i love that sm... /genuine) has lost its way, "My fractured soul has become entangled in yours." He says he'll kill Arthur to get ahold of it. Arthur says KIY can't do that; if John won't play along, KIY is stuck, trapped, it's why he had others kill Amanda and attack them. KIY is trapped in the Dreamlands. So, KIY sends them to the Dreamlands.

[florestmoon]

Hey '^' can i have a request of frank x fem reader where they came back to their real world but they got separated from each other- and after 2 years they finally found each other, it can be angst or anything (sorry if it doesn't make senses lol) just take ur time and ilyyyy<3333

One thing about me is that I love loveee writing angst and making myself sad ! This request is just 👌🏻😌 so perfect. thank you thank you! Ily2 <3333

Warning: lots of angst. Sorry besties 🥲🫡 we all suffer . Also use of y/n

It wasn’t easy to navigate through life after spending what felt like an eternity in hell.

After 2 years, waking up in your childhood home screaming in terror and realizing that time hasn’t moved at all, you found yourself moving through life like a ghost. You would think you would be jumping in joy at the chance of going back to your normal life. But once you realized you still had all your memories, you knew you were no longer normal.

Everything around you stayed the same, but you were a different person.

Nights were spend waking up covered in sweat as you screamed from the images of your team mates mutilated bodies played in your dreams. The ghost of pain from sharp weapons slicing your skin dance along your body. A grinning mask tormenting you while you silently cried yourself back to sleep on your bed. Alone.

Your body was on an automatic fight or flight response. Flinching at even the sound of screaming children playing in a park. A rush of adrenaline crashing into you as you mind yelled at you. Run!!

It although you were always waiting for someone. No something to come and take you away once again.So you found yourself in preparation for that moment to come.

But all that preparation, the fight or flight in you ,was gone in a second once you made eye contact with him. The crowded music store, voices and music from the speaker, became a blur around you. A buzzing in your ears as you felt your breath being taken from you.

Frank stared back at you, gaze locked, with his own wide eyes and look of disbelief. The cassette tape that was in his hands dropping back onto the table that separated you both. His lips parting, ready to say your name.

But your body finally chose flight.

Customers moved out of the way as you hurriedly made your way towards the front exit, sparing worried glances as Frank followed close behind and wasn’t gentle with his own pushing. For a split moment, you thought you could hear a loud heartbeat with how close he was to you. But you pushed forward, bursting through the door.

“Y/N!!”

Your breath was ragged as you continued down the side walk. Memories crashing into you just from the sound of his voice. All the times he spoke your name in trials, calling for you as you both played the same cat and mouse game.

Whispering your name between trials as he held you. After he kissed you and held you beneath him.

Shaky hands gripped tight onto the strap of your bag on your shoulder. Everything that you tried to bury deep inside you, came rushing up. Your throat tightening in an attempt to prevent it from spilling out again.

You didn’t realize you had turned into an alley when the sound of his footsteps were close behind you, “Y/N please”

A firm grip on your arm had your body jolting in fear. You threw yourself back, tearing your arm away from him as though he just burned you. Frank froze as he watched you back yourself against a wall, holding your arm against your chest as you looked at him. Fear apparent in your eyes.

Were you dreaming again? Is all the stress from running away from your past finally getting to you and making you hallucinate ?

“How..how are you here?” You whispered, trying to ignore your mind flashing images of a blood splattered mask and leather jacket.

The Frank in front of you wasn’t wearing anything that you remembered in your dreams or memories. No he had on a black hoodie and regular black jeans. He no longer had a buzz cut, brown locks barely touching the top of his eyebrow. He seemed so different.

Yet his eyes remained the same. The soft gaze that was reserved for you yet a hint of darkness behind it all.

You were terrified.

“I’ve been looking for you..” he answers, his adam apple moving as he swallowed nervously. His hand was held up towards you, waiting for an opportunity to be able to hold you again. There was no dagger in his hand. “I still remembered the small things you told me about your past. It took me a while but I figured out where-“

“Why?” You hissed. “Why would you do that? Why..why would you look for me?”

Frank blinked in surprise at you before frowning in confusion. “Why wouldn’t I? I..the first thing I could think of when I was back in Ormond was to look for you. I needed to find you again, see you again. I missed you.”

You felt any words die in your throat. All you could do was stare at him in disbelief. Your mind still processing what was occurring.

“Did you- did you not miss me?” He suddenly asks. Hurt flashed across his expression. The sight made you want to shake your head and say , of course I missed you, you been in my dreams almost every night.

But it didn’t feel right. Saying those words out loud, it would prove everything you tried to suppress. How can you even attempt to be normal if you admit to missing someone who was a killer.

Frank watched you for a few tense moments. Searching for anything in your eyes that can tell him what he needed to hear but you kept looking away from him. He noticed your hands were still shaking.

“What about all that time we spent together, all the things you told me between trials.” You begin to shake your head as he continues, his voice accusing. “You would tell me about what we would do together in the real world. Asking me about my past, telling me about yours, what the fuck was that then?”

“Did you forget where we were ?!” You yelled, pushing yourself from the wall and looking at him like he was crazy. “We were stuck in another fucked up world with no where to go. All I had was hope and fake promises. I didn’t actually believe she would let us go!”

“But she did!” He yells back, grabbing your shoulders as he makes you look at him ignoring the way your body flinched. “She gave us a chance y/n. She let us go for a reason”

“A chance?” You let out a disbelief laugh, tears beginning to form in your eyes. “A chance at what?”

“A normal life ! For us to find eachother and ..and be together and live a normal life. Everything’s okay now .”

Everything inside you broke. The tears escaping as a you begin to cry and pushed him away from you.

“Normal life?” You cry, “how the fuck can I live a normal life after everything I had to go through?”

“Y/N-“

“You weren’t the one being slaughtered Frank. You weren’t the one fighting for your fucking life every trial and having to see others get murdered. All those moments we had, all those words, they weren’t real. It was just me trying to deal with the fucked up reality at the time”

“You don’t mean that” Frank states, narrowing his eyes at you as he tries to hold back any emotion. But the tremble in his voice gave him away. Your words struck through him , latching onto his heart and twisting it. You couldn’t mean it. “We escaped. You don’t have to be scared anymore.”

“I didn’t escape Frank” You weakly say. All the anger and tension dissolving as your body slumps against the wall again. You were so tired of lying to yourself. 2 years of running from the entities claws meant nothing. “I’m never going to escape that. It’s always on my mind. It’s always going to follow me. I’m never going to be normal.”

“We can try. Put it all behind us.”

You look up at Frank and scoff. You can tell he desperate with the way his eyes were holding back their own tears. Part of you wanted to comfort him, wrap your arms around him like you did so many times before.

But the grinning expression wouldn’t leave your mind.

“There’s no ‘us’ anymore, Frank. That ‘us’ is what needs to be left behind.”

His expression falls even more then before, tears finally betraying him and escaping the corner of his eyes. He watches as you look away trying to hide your own pained eyes.

“You need to forget about me, okay?”

It was something you needed to figure to do as well. Forget about Frank Morrison.

“I can’t. I can’t y/n, I can’t” He begins to beg, you almost hesitated at how broken he sounded. But you pushed past him, afraid of changing your mind, and made way to the alleys exit ignoring his pleading.