#but its like. i took the elevator up to the break room just now n it always feels like everyones watching me do it

[afterglowsainz]

i'mgonnagetyouback pt. 2 | max verstappen

part 1

summary: max is determined to win y/n back before leaving las vegas and an unexpected reunion at the hotel's pool might be just what he needed

warnings: none

word count: 1.5k

a/n: okay so i wasn't actually planning on doing a part 2 to this but a few people requested it and since i'm a pathological people pleaser here it its !!

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“okay so, step one.” charles’s voice caughts his attention.

if max was gonna get y/n back, he needed to do it that weekend, she was leaving for her other tour dates and he had other races, and he needed a plan. that’s where charles, daniel and lando come in.

“break up with your girlfriend.” the monegasque continues. the other two men in the room nod, agreeing with the ferrari driver.

the second y/n’s concert finished, max felt the urge to go running backstage to her just like old times, but his plans were interrupted by the women he went to the concert with in the first place. his girlfriend wanted nothing more than to go back to the hotel and her daughter was too exhausted to even walk in a straight line, so he took them both to the hotel and then ran into charles’s room to create a plan, calling daniel and lando to join them.

“you’re right.” max says.

the thought of breaking up with his current girlfriend has been on the back of his mind for a while now. he didn’t really wanted to accept it, but he’s been in love with y/n all this time and it just wasn’t fair to be with someone else. step one was the most urgent.

“step two, call y/n and tell her that you wanna talk to her.” daniel speaks this time.

this one was the step he was the most nervous about. they haven’t talked for ten months and now suddenly he was thinking of getting back together, i mean, what if she moved on already? just because he hasn’t doesn’t mean she didn’t either; but he remembered her singing a few hours ago about getting him back, even if it was just to punch him in the face. he would take what he can get.

“maybe mention that you went to see her show as well.” lando adds.

“what if she thinks i’m a creep or something?” charles gives him an incredulous look.

“mate, come on, you’re her ex, not some random dude.” max nods again and felt the stress of anticipation already creeping in.

“it’ll be fine, max, nothing to worry about.” daniel tries to reassure him and lando smiles at him in the same way.

he exhales and stands up from the chair he was seated on.

“i should go back to my room. start things with the right foot.” they all agree with him and wish him good luck.

when he got back to his room, he saw his girlfriend’s daughter already asleep on her bed and his girlfriend laying down and watching something on tv. he prepared himself internally and went into the room.

“hey.” he says. “can we talk?”

he was quick. it was as uncomfortable as breaking up with someone is, but he felt a bit relieved after. she tried to persuade him into thinking about it, he said he didn’t want to hurt her. he told her they could stay at that room and he would just ask for another at the reception, she agreed. she asked if this was because of y/n, he stayed silent for a moment. he couldn’t lie, not that it was all already out there, and y/n was not a secret he had to hide to anyone. he said yes. she asked him to get out. he did.

max went down to the hotel’s reception and asked for an extra room. since it was a bit late at night they asked him to wait an hour until they arranged one of the suites for him. he agreed without complaining and was about to head back to charles’s room, however, already on the elevator he impulsively pressed the button for the last floor that took him directly to the pool. it was dark and there was no one there, the dim lights on the inside of the pool being the only lightning.

he walked over to the balcony and admired the view of las vegas beneath him, from his position he could see the whole downtown, including the track that he would be driving that weekend. if he wouldn’t have been too distracted he would have heard the sound of small steps going his way, stopping right at the entrance.

you thought you were seeing things, or that you had gone mad. you blink twice, and when he didn’t disappear, you knew max verstappen was standing right in front of you. you could recognize him anywhere.

the uncomfortable burning feeling of being looked at got the best of him and he finally turned around. he didn’t say anything, thinking it was his imagination playing games, but it wasn’t, you were right there, just mere inches away from him.

“y/n.” was all he could say. he figured a hello would be the way to go. “hey.”

you looked just as shocked as he was, but that didn’t stop you from answering.

“hi, max.” your voice was more confident than how you actually felt.

you had just done a three hour show and just wanted to relax a bit in the pool before going back to your room, and now you were there, facing your ex-boyfriend.

“you’re staying here?” he asks, regretting it instantly because of course you were.

“yeah.” you answer, not moving a single centimeter. “i have a few shows this weekend.” you explain.

“i know.” he says, almost too quickly. you arch a brow at him but don’t say anything. “i’m racing here this weekend.” you nod.

“i know.” you copy his answer, although you take a few more moments to say it.

“i went to your show.” he says out of nowhere.

this shocks you even more than before because what does he mean he went to your show?

“what?” is all that you could mumble.

“tonight.” he clarifies. “i went to see you. i hope you don’t think that’s… inappropriate.” his eyes finally leave yours and he looks at the pool instead.

“i don’t think… why would it be inappropriate?” you ask, a bit flabbergasted still. “i don’t think that.”

he nods relieved to hear you say that.

“so you went to the show?” you ask again. “you heard me sing all those songs?” you question, a bit shy.

“yeah, it was incredible.” he smiles at you. “you’re the most talented person i know.”

this makes you blush because he still has that power over you. you couldn’t manage to thank him for the compliment, so you just smiled at him, which was enough for him.

“i liked your surprise song.” he states, more confident this time.

“oh.” you reply. “you did?” he nods. “yeah, i guess it’s a fun song.” you chuckle, knowing damn well you wrote it thinking about him.

this was it, he thought. this was the moment he had been fantasizing about since he stepped into the stadium that night. how to get y/n back? this was his opportunity to do something. no charles, daniel or lando to whisper in his ear. it was all him.

“is it true?” he questions.

“what?” you frown.

“what you were singing in the song?” he explains. “i’m not gonna flatter myself thinking you wrote it about me, but, did you?”

you bit your lip trying not to laugh. how could you confess that to him?

“are you asking me if i want you back?” he notices that you ignored his question, but he didn’t care.

“i know i do.” you looked at him for a few seconds too long, processing his answer.

“i thought you had a girlfriend?” you mumble and he shakes his head.

“we’re not together anymore.” finally, he moves slowly from the other end of the balcony toward you and you remain still. “i’ve always been yours.”

you look at him properly this time, you could see every detail of his face now with how close he was to you and you felt like the ten months you haven’t talked to him hadn’t passed at all.

“and i can understand if you moved on already, but i must tell you i haven’t, for me it has always been you.”

the reasons of why you had broken up all those months ago seemed so silly now. he wasn’t a bad guy, and you weren’t a bad person. your break up wasn’t ugly, both of you had just been too busy with your crazy schedules and you thought ending things would be for the best, but not a day had passed where you didn’t regret that decision.

max was everything, and he was here in front of you, asking for a second chance.

“and when i saw you tonight at your show and i just fell more in love if that’s even possible, and i thought of all the time we wasted and i…”

you touched his face with tenderness and cut him off with a kiss that was long due.

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yourusername viva las vegas! 🏁 incredible crowd for and incredible night ⭐️

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user1 omg best day of my life 😭

user2 night 1 post we wonnn

user3 girl we see that emoji 👀

user4 we see max in the likes too 👀

user5 please don’t start this i couldn’t take it 😩

user6 max at the concert, she posted pictures and she sung imgonnagetyouback as a surprise song, las vegas n1 really won 😭

user7 MAX WAS AT THE CONCERT ???

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maxverstappen1 Brand new, full throttle… 🏎

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redbullracing congrats legend! 🏆

user8 the only time he smiled during this whole weekend 😭

user9 max is so me cause i also talked shit about this race only to lowkey enjoy it at the end

user10 not him using the lyrics of so high school 😭😭

user11 sir is there something we should know? 👀

yourusername who’s that grand prix winner? 😮‍💨

maxverstappen1 i love you ❤️

user12 WHAT SINCE WHEN

user13 chat is this real ???

user14 y/nstappen back together the earth is healing 🤍

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yourusername where’s the trophy? he just comes running over to me 💘

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user15 EXCUSE ME MA’AM ???

user16 omg y/nstappen i used to pray for times like this‼️

user17 the alchemy mentioned we won !!!

user18 Y/NSTAPPEN NATION LET’S RISE

alexandrasaintmleux so happy to have you back in the paddock🫶🏽💞

yourusername girl i’m happy to be back😭

user19 the fact that he actually run over to her after winning the race ohhh i’m so normal about them 😩

user20 MAX VERSTAPPEN CAN YOU FIGHT?

maxverstappen1 could never fight the alchemy❤️

yourusername my maxxx ❤️

user21 pls they’re the cutest 😭

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i hate how i feel doing or not doing certain stuff for/because of the pain + fatigue since im a fat person :///

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🩸 Scarlet...Milk? 🥛(pt.2)

[This was heavily requested 😭 but i love y'all and have this ❤]

(Words: 1.3k)

"I'm watching you....."

Was written in the note, you stumbled back as you look ahead of the building that leads to the metal doors. The bloody doppelganger staring at you before disappearing in the blink of an eye.

You're being stalked...

Out of fear you rushed to your apartment after closing the main gates of the building.

'would that mean that doppelganger will be aggressive?..'

You think as you paced around in front of your apartment, it was the second floor apartment near Nacha's room. You sat down on your doorstep frustrated and nervous, if you messed up he will kill Francis...not only Francis, mostly anyone in the building-

"Y/n?" A soft and gentle tone asked as you turn your head to see Nacha's peeking out of her apartment room. "Miss Nacha- did i disturb you?"

"No, not at all..i just heard you groaning and pacing around, you seem down in the slumps"

"Ah..well, is it okay?-"

"I dont mind, come in we can talk about it"

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"Thats why...." You said softly explaining the whole incident that had happened as you averted your eyes to someplace , while Nacha takes in all the information. "I don't really get this doppelganger thing, but you seem like a lovely and kind person Y/n.."

"We appreciate you and your doorman duties, remember to take care of yourself whenever" Nacha said as she smiled at You, your venting didn't include your growing admiration for the milkman because well...

From what you know Nacha is Francis ex-wife and its hella awkward to tell her you had a crush on her ex-husband.

"Your muffins are good-" You said breaking away from the topic as you took a bite from the blueberry muffin she offered earlier when you entered her house.

"Why thank you, i baked them with Anastacha" Nacha said happily as she went to the fridge. "would you like some milk? I bought this, funny looking thing-" Nacha said as she pulled out a red bottle of...'Scarlet milk'

You choked on your muffin and soon recovered, you immediately rushed to Nacha and grabbed the bottle.

"Dont"

"D-dont?" Nacha asked confused as you took the bottle and examine it. "its a bottle of blood, where do you get this-"

"It was left by the main gates-"

"Nacha...I'm not crazy, do not..receive the scarlet milk next time" Nacha eyes were wide as she nodded to your statement. "Y/n perhaps you should get an eye shut for tonight? Y-you seem shaken-"

"I'm..." You inhaled as you let go of her shoulders. "Maybe i should" you said sorry as you made your way out of Nacha's apartment room.

"Sweet dreams, Y/n" Nacha said as you closed the door gently.

You stared at the bottle of blood on your hands as your eyebrows furrowed at it. "I'm not delusional..." you said to yourself as you threw away the Scarlet milk into the trash bin.

You went into your apartment for some sleep.

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You didn't manage to sleep at all, you keep hearing voices at night telling you to let them in.

'Y/n..'

Go away..

'Y/n!'

"GO AWAY!" you screamed as you stood up from your bed, it was 5:30 am in the morning.

"Y/n?" A familiar voice asked outside of your apartment door. "Francis?" You asked softly as you stood up from your bed.

You opened your door to see the Milkman all in his glory and uniform. "You alright? You screamed and i heard it from outside" he said as he stared at you with his tired eyes.

"Y-yeah..yeah I'm alright"

"You look..frightened" He stated as he noticed it from your appearance. "I'm fine Francis"

"Just a nightmare.."

"You hear them too?" Your eyes went wide as you stared at him. "What?"

"...mm..nevermind, maybe you should get ready..Ill head to work now, the milk dont deliver themselves" he muttered as he went ahead to the elevator.

"S-see you..." You were filled with mixed emotions, what does he mean 'you hear them too?' .

Is that why he's sleep deprived? At least you're not alone...

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You started another day of your shift as you opened the metal covers. "Dont let this be weirder than usual" you muttered to yourself as you turn to the gates to see the yellowish eyes.

You dropped your keys and rubbed your eyes , wondering if you're seeing it right.

The eyes were gone...

"There's nothing..nothing at all-" you said to yourself to reassure, and went to your office.

...

The day went weirder, doppelgangers are trying to get in more frequently than usual. It was stressing, doppelgangers get angrier each time they're caught and you feared for your life and the apartments residents life.

"I'm okay.."

'I'm okay' you said to yourself as you keep going, you feel like breaking down. One wrong decision all blame will be pointed at you, and you alone..

"Mmm...Hello" Francis said tired as usual entering the hall in front of your office.

"Francis-" you said as he showed you his papers. "You alright Y/n?"

"J-just...overwhelmed" you answered as you checked his information.

"Mm...take a rest after this"

"I-i should..." You said softly as you opened the metal door for him to get in.

"Mm...Hello"

What...

Your eyes went wide as you stared at the second Francis. "You're a doppelganger-"

"What...?"

"Stop playing with me!" You said frustrated and angry. "Y/n you need to calm down...i just got off from my delivery shift"

Oh no..

Oh noo..

"Francis?!" You cursed under your breath and let him in your office. "Whats happening-" the milkman asked confused and exhausted from work.

"Stay in here- dont leave" you said as you grab your walkie talkie. "Press the emergency button and call D.D.D. when i page you through this" you explained as you hand him the spare device.

"Okay.."

"Please...be safe" you said as you closed the metal covers and door on your way out of the office, you went in the apartments and hit the emergency button to immediately alert the residents to close their rooms.

"You're no fun at all..." Said the doppelganger by the end of the hallway holding the tray of Scarlet milk.

"And you're a threat" you said as you pulled out your gun that was given to you by the D.D.D. services. He rushed to you as he tackled you down on the ground, bottles of Scarlet milk shattered on the way he dropped it near you staining both of your uniform and his.

"I told you ill get back at you" he said hungrily as his tongue licked your face. You kicked his stomach and crawled to the direction where you dropped it, but he stepped on your hand and laughed at you.

"No one would remember you" he started as he presses his foot on your hand making you scream in pain. "They'll see you as a crazy security that let in a threat"

"Oh yeah?" You managed to blurt out. "That doesn't matter, i bite" you said as you bit into his ankle Making him step back and let out a frustrated groan.

"FRANCIS-" you page into your walkie talkie. "CALL D.D.D. NOW--"

You grabbed the gun but the doppelganger kicked you to the nearest wall. "You protect their lives but who will protect you?"

He walked to you with one of the Scarlet milk. "No one.." He grabbed your face as he smiled, his eyes were empty as he forced the bloody bottle into your mouth.

You pulled the trigger of your gun thats pointed on his shoulder and shot him.

He screeched in pain as his face start to distort into a monster form of creature that you fear to see. His form rapidly changing as he charged back at you only for you to shoot him twice on his head.

He fall down on the floor, his blood and yours everywhere on the hallway of the 1st floor.

Your eyes were heavy and your head hurts, soon enough you passed out...

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What Was I Made For? - Soulmate Aaron Hotchner (smut)

Inspired by Billie Eilish new song for the Barbie movie. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated. Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: The reader has been forced to accept that her soulmate has moved on, leaving the mark of his name to fade out on her wrist. But what if her soulmate is her new supervisor? Will they realise that they were destined to be?

Warnings: 18+, smut, piv, some angst, a very fluffy ending, soulmate fic

Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader (3k words)

I used to float, now I just fall down, I used to know, but I'm not sure now, what I was made for?

(Y/n) could still remember the first time she had learned about soulmates, she could still remember how her heart had picked up its beat, pounding in her chest as she imagined how being loved unconditionally must feel like. Ever since that very day she had counted the passing by hours, wondering when she’d cross paths with them. But the years had blurred by, forming one cloud of confusion, and as she had grown older, (y/n) slowly but surely had accepted that she’d never cross paths with the person whose first name was burned into the skin of her wrist. 

Over the past weeks (y/n) had been forced to watch the name lose some of its strength, like a fading scar, growing lighter with every passing day. The first day she had noticed the change, (y/n) hadn’t been able to stop herself from crying, giving into the pain flushing through her like a wave set to drown her – they had found somebody else, joining a bond that should only be shared between those that were made for one another. But they had chosen a different path. Perhaps they had grown impatient, no longer believing that (y/n) was somewhere out there. 

Whatever it was, it cut deep, leaving a mark that would never heal her breaking apart heart. 

……

The streets were unusually busy as (y/n) tried to make her way through the crowd, eyes flickering down to her phone screen every few seconds, praying that she wouldn’t be late to her first day at her new job. Sweat was pooling on her forehead, forming small drops that clearly projected her nervousness, clinging to her like a shadow sewn to her boots. 

Her eyes focused on the impressive building of the BAU, the headquarters she had wanted to work in ever since she had been a young teenager. Once filled with excitement, with dreams she longed to fulfill, a giddy wave of anticipation that had pulled her under years ago, dampening the flame that had once burned in her chest oh so brightly. 

“Hold, please!” (Y/n) called out, eyes set on the dark haired woman that had just stepped into the elevator she’d need to take. A heavy, almost relieved sigh left (y/n) as she managed to join the woman just in time, watching the doors close. “Thank you.”

“Of course, are you alright?” (Y/n)’s eyes flickered to the name badge the woman was wearing, reading the all too familiar name  – Emily Prentiss. A smile tugged on (y/n)’s lips as she took in the frame of the woman she had looked up to for years, praying that one day she’d be able to share her workplace with her. 

“I am, thank you. My name’s (y/n), I’m joining your team today.” The elevator came to a halt before Emily got the time to respond, shooting (y/n) a soft smile before they stepped out into the hallway. Her eyes met the rich brown ones of a man clad in a perfectly fitting suit, shooting her a warm smile. (Y/n) couldn’t understand why her heart was skipping a few beats as she looked at him, remembering the pictures of the man she had seen in newspaper articles. 

“Good morning, (y/n), I’m Aaron Hotchner, your supervisor. It’s good to finally have you around.” He shook her hand with more force than she was used to, biting down on the gasp wanting to shake through her. She could only give room to the quiet “Hello” leaving her, glad that he had already started guiding her to her workplace, introducing her to the others. 

(Y/n) could barely spare the warm welcome any of her attention, eyes flickering back to Aaron’s at any given chance. There was something about him that pulled her closer, leaving her intrigued, wondering why he had this very effect on her. Perhaps it was the fault of his name, sharing the same letters with the person she had been destined for, but the second her eyes found the ring clinging to his finger, (y/n) had shaken the very thoughts begging her to ask more questions, left to ponder over her fate in the quiet, dark parts of her mind. 

I don't know how to feel, but I wanna try, I don't know how to feel, but someday, I might

……

An exhausted sigh left (y/n) as she stepped out of the elevator with Aaron, Emily, Spencer, and Derek in tow, burning eyes focused on her phone. They had just returned from their newest case, chasing yet another killer that had been plagued by his struggling childhood. (Y/n) barely paid Penelope’s welcome any mind, watching Aaron walking up to his office, greeting the smiling woman that had been waiting for him. 

Pain flushed through her as she watched them exchange a soft kiss, disappearing inside his office. She was frozen to the spot, unable to move with her heart clenching in her chest and her fingernails leaving marks on the skin of her palm. 

The past week had been filled with getting to know one another, allowing (y/n) to adjust to the new team that already treated her like a family member, helping her with her questions, allowing her to go over every little detail. She had barely shared any words with Aaron, admiring him from afar, wondering what was going on in his head. Whatever it was that kept plaguing him, (y/n) wanted to be there for him, though the second she tried to step in, to strike up a conversation with him, her mind forced her to step away, reminding her that she was just a stranger to him. 

“Hey, you okay?” Derek placed his arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his chest. (Y/n) could only murmur a soft “Yes”, hoping that he’d buy the fake smile tugging on her lips. He studied her for a few moments before he kept on speaking, “You’ll come with us today, we have to celebrate your first case as part of our team, and no, you can’t sit this one out.”

(Y/n) couldn’t stop her eyes from rolling, allowing a few chuckles to pass her pressed together lips, “Alright, I’ll join you. Who's coming?”

“Us all, besides Hotch, seems like he has to catch up on some missed time with his lady.” Suddenly her throat felt tighter, unable to speak another word as tears welled up in her eyes, forcing (y/n) to blink them away before the others could pick up on the sadness she was held hostage by. There was no escaping from this sensation, no way out as she struggled to keep on breathing, drowning in the waves that had been created to guide her rocking boat, once set on protecting her, now set on making her suffer. 

……

“So, tell us, any boyfriends around?” Derek’s smirk left (y/n) smiling, taking a sip of her drink before she shook her head, unable to hold eye contact. 

“No, I’m still waiting for my soulmate to find me.” Penelope’s hand found (y/n)’s, slightly squeezing before she turned her wrist, eyes focusing on the barely there mark. They struggled to read the letters, once again forcing (y/n) to accept her cruel fate. “As you can see, I wasn’t graced by a soulmate who wants me.” 

“Oh, sweetheart, don’t say that. I’m sure they’ll eventually find you.” Derek squeezed her shoulder as Penelope kept talking, words (y/n) couldn’t spare any attention, since they hurt too much. She could only pray that someday she might be blessed by a better fate, by something pushing the kind of love she was aching for through her veins. 

“It’s alright, there’s nothing I can do for now.” The others stared at her for a few moments, sharing pained glances, hating that they couldn’t help her. 

“What’s his name, if you don’t mind me asking.” JJ’s soft voice seemed to soothe her pain, allowing her heart to stop clenching inside her chest, at least for a few moments. (Y/n) had to take another sip of her drink, hoping that the alcohol would manage to give her the strength she needed to explain her story. 

“Aaron, his name is Aaron.” 

When did it end? All the enjoyment, I'm sad again, don't tell my boyfriend, it's not what he's made for, what was I made for?

…… 

“(Y/n)? Can you hear me?” Her eyes rolled back into her head, momentarily trapping her in the blanket of darkness surrounding her. Pain flushed through her, leaving her head throbbing, wondering how she had ended up like this. Just seconds ago she had chased down their unsub, till he had suddenly wrestled her to the ground, head coming in contact with the hard ground. “Look at me, (y/n).”

Aaron’s soft voice forced her eyes open, watching the man stare down on her with his eyebrows furrowed, with a raging storm filling his dark pupils. He was seemingly worried, unable to let go of her as Dereked chased after their unsub. (Y/n) could only watch how Aaron gasped her hand, eyes flickering down to the bruises forming, momentarily freezing as he took in the almost completely faded out mark on her wrist. 

A gasp rumbled through (y/n) as Aaron brushed his thumb over the letters, touch lingering for a few moments before he spoke up once again, “Can you stand up? We should get you to the hospital.”

“No doctors, please.” With trembling limbs (y/n) was pulled to her feet, groaning as another wave of pain shot through her. Aaron pulled her into his chest, hand cradling her head. She barely picked up on the words Aaron and Derek shared, and could only understand that the man had gotten away, forcing them to stick around for another day. 

Aaron didn’t let go of her, not as he guided her to his SUV, not as he started the car, hand holding hers almost possessively. No words were shared between them, allowing her head to finally calm down, letting go of the harsh pain, turning into a rather dull sensation. 

“Come, I’ll take you to my room.” A defeated sigh clawed through (y/n) as she followed Aaron, hating that she was burdening him, though eventually finding rest on the edge of his hotel bed, watching him disappear inside the bathroom. “Close your eyes.”

He started cleaning her face, careful not to hurt her as he brushed the warm towel over her skin, taking in her features as (y/n) closed her eyes. She didn’t pick up on his wandering gaze, flickering down to her wrist once again. Before Aaron could stop himself, his hand found hers, allowing him to read the letters that have once been oh so bright. 

“Who is it?” It was just a whisper, and yet (y/n) could pick up on the words all too clearly. Her eyes shot open, finding Aaron already staring at her. She heavily swallowed, trying to get rid of the lump growing in her throat, though without any luck, feeling trapped in her own body.

“Uhm, it’s your name, Aaron. Guess it’s some funny coincidence, or something.” (Y/n) pulled her wrist from his grasp, letting her shirt cover the bruning skin, clearly feeling uncomfortable with the silence they were now trapped in. It took him a few moments to snap into motion, unclasping his watch so that he could turn his wrist towards (y/n), showing her the mark that had been hidden. Her heart picked up its beat as she read the name, her name, sticking to his skin.

“As you know, I’ve been married before. I was young, didn’t believe in the concept of soulmates, I wanted to make my own decisions, live life how I wanted to. But after losing my wife, I felt so lost, and yet I began to find comfort in knowing that the right person was still out there for me.” A tear dripped from her eyes, followed by another, and another. Aaron’s thumb carefully wiped her tears, finding rest on the bed, right next to her. 

“The mark started fading a few weeks ago. And then, as I met you, I think my heart already knew that it was you, but then I saw you with her, and I,” the rest of her sentence was left unspoken, interrupted by the feeling of Aaron’s lips finding hers, sharing a soft kiss. Neither (y/n) nor Aaron tried to stop the kiss, mouths parted to allow their tongues to meet. She was pulled into his lap, clinging to him as if she was scared that she’d be ripped from him any moment now. 

“I am sorry for hurting you, that was never my intention. Beth and I,” Aaron needed a few moments to ponder over his words, cupping (y/n)’s warm cheeks. “Whatever we have, it’s not nearly as strong as this. I will take care of it when we are back, and then I’d like to take you out on a date, if you let me.” 

……

The door to (y/n)’s apartment fell shut with a loud thud, a sound that got swallowed by the moans leaving the two, bodies searching one another as they kept kissing. Aaron had just brought her home after their date, yet ready to let go just yet, gladly taking up the invite to follow her inside. At the first given chance their bodies had found together, finally giving into the pull that had grown stronger over the past days. 

“Bedroom?” He murmured the word against her already swollen lips, chuckling at the strength she used to pull him with her, showing Aaron the way to her bedroom. She was pulled right back into his grasp, allowing him to undo the zip of her dress, shuffling the material down her body. Her trembling fingers struggled to undo the buttons of his shirt, though (y/n) was determined, set on undressing the handsome man. 

“Such a pretty sight, I’ll make sure to explore every part of you, but for now I need to feel you.” His growls left her chuckling with glee, gasping as Aaron pushed her down on her bed, following moments later with only his boxers on. (Y/n) ripped her bra from her frame, exposing her naked chest to his piercing eyes, allowing Aaron’s lips to explore her soft skin. He drew moans from her, giving room to the sounds that would burn themselves into his mind like stars being created to grace the night sky. 

Even though both were desperate to feel one another, their movements had nothing rushed to it, forcing the two closer and closer together. She felt him against her thigh, begging for her touch, allowing her to pull his boxers down his thighs to grasp his twitching cock. Their moans blended together, forming one sound both would forever remember, thinking back to their first night together years from now. 

“Aaron,” he moaned at the use of his name, begging her to say it again, speaking it like a prayer made to grasp God’s attention. “Fuck me, please, I need to feel you.” 

With his lips finding hers once again, he gently pushed her hand away, making space for his fingers grasping her panties, ripping the soaked through material from her. She was dripping for him, already sensitive from the few seconds he used to circle her pulsing bundle of nerves, preparing her for the upcoming moments. 

She gave him a slight push back to reach for a condom, watching Aaron roll it down his cock with skilled movements, not breaking eye contact once. Their hands found one another, fingers linked together as he aligned himself with her heat. With her breath hitched in her chest, (y/n) sunk back into the mattress, deeply exhaling as he pushed into her. 

“You okay? We can always stop.” His lips kissed their way from her ear down her throat, grinning whenever he found a spot that left her gasping. Only a soft “Don’t stop” left (y/n), begging him to start moving, to fuck her into the mattress. Her eyes couldn’t stay open, clinging to the new sensation, needing to adjust to Aaron’s size. 

He was gentle with her, set on taking his time, cherishing every moment together. This is what he had always missed, that special feelings others have talked about, sharing insights into their nights together with their soulmates. This felt different than all times before, it felt right, so full of emotions, Aaron had a hard time breathing on. 

No words were shared between the two as Aaron fucked her closer to the edge, thumb rubbing her sensitive bundle of nerves with care, hoping that she was feeling the same sensation his system was filled with. Her moans told him everything he needed to know, finding pride in the way her heart seemed to skip beats, forcing her to breathe faster. 

(Y/n) tightened her grip on his hand as she felt her orgasm approaching, eyes rolling back, toes curled. Aaron built up the speed of his thrusts, watching her unfold as he fucked her through her high. He wasn’t ready to let go just yet, didn’t want this moment to be over, even though numerous others were set to come upon them. 

Her glassy eyes found his seconds before he came, sharing a sweet, encouraging smile with the groaning man. Aaron released himself into the condom with a heavy breath rippling through him like thunder breaking the quietness of the night apart. They stayed linked together, searching one another's body for minutes to come before Aaron parted from her. 

“Aaron,” (y/n) gasped his name, forcing him to return back to bed. She had her eyes focused on her wrist, staring at the letters that were no longer faded out, but bright, like they had been years ago. A teary smile was shot his way as he pulled her in for a kiss, murmuring a soft “I’ll never let you go again”. 

Think I forgot how to be happy, somethin' I'm not, but somethin' I can be, somethin' I wait for, somethin' I'm made for

[yeonlogic]

I belong to you . . .

PAIRING idolbf!yeonjun x f!reader GENRE fluff, suggestive, kinda nsfw towards the end if you squint WARNINGS mentions of petnames like (angel, baby, jagi, princess.)

Inspired by yeonbins unit song The killa (I belong to you)

yeonjun ver soobin ver

Its 1am. and your boyfriend still hasnt came home yet, you felt worried for him thinking he might be overworking himself again like he always does you were stressed and sad and all you wanted was to be in your boyfriends arms cuddling and kissing him.

you decided to go to the company he works at and visit him if anything happened to him.

“looking for yeonjun right?” the guard asked, obviously its not the first time this happens. you entered the building and heading into the elevator to go to the 10th floor where all the practice rooms are located.

ding

you arrived at the floor full of practice rooms looking at the small window on every door to see if hes in any of them till you reached the 5th door, you see his figure dancing infront of the mirror. you slowly opened the door to not get his attention while you admired his dancing skills.

his whole body started to sweat his black tank top soaking it all up, he took a break and sat down for a bit, you approached him

“hi love” you smiled and sat by his side “baby what are you doing here?” he said while you looked at him his hair disheveled and some hair strands sticking onto his forehead from his sweat “I was worried since you didnt come home early so i kinda um stressed out and decided to see if you were here” you frowned, “oh angel…” he said in a low voice “Im sorry jagi its just this one move in this choreo im practicing for tomorrow’s performance” he added

“you’ve been working so hard lately” you pouted knowing your boyfriend has been overworking for the past month for their new cb, “I know..i promise ill make it up to you” he smiled and grabbed your wrist making you stand up and placed his hand on your waist pulling you closer to him.

“even though your full of sweat right now I’d still hug you” you giggled and hugged him tightly while he pressed a kiss ontop of your head “I love you so much angel” he smiled “I love you too jjun..”

“we should head home hm? its getting late” you said “how about we do something else..?” he replied cheekily “theres dorms here anyway” he added “right now!? Isn’t there other people near those dorms..?” “Im sure you can keep quiet baby.”

a/n so so sorry if this was way too short i promise upcoming ffs/drabbles r coming soon 😓

© yeonlogic. please do not copy, modify or translate any of my works onto another social media platform.

[vourequat]

Hiii I love your work <3

I was wondering if you could possibly do Dom!Kaeya overstimulating a fem reader? Tysm!!!

SMUT— Kaeya Alberich

“Masakit man sa 'kin na pakawalan ka mas mabuti na 'to kaysa mag-abang ka kung kailan ako magtitino” — Paboritong Pagkakamali, Nateman

trans: “It may hurt to let you go but this is better than making you wait for when I'll set myself straight”

WARNING: fem!reader, modern AU, mean Kaeya because why not, partially rough sex, overstimulation, fingering, porn with plot, not proofread (what did u expect from me?), horrible grammar.

You don't remember where this all started but all you could remember was that you were extremely stressed out whilst doing a group project with your classmate, you initiated to drink some booze as you both took a break from making a thesis but one led to another and you were drunk.

From then on, from the good stress relieving sex you both shared that night it soon blossomed to more fucking but you both promised that all of this meant nothing but just mindless fucking.

Tonight was just like any other night, you and Kaeya sharing such a passionate kiss probably thinking it was another person you actually liked but you condemned yourself— because why were you just glad it was Kaeya, why do you keep thinking of him?

He's probably thinking of a different girl so you kept it to yourself, letting your bodies go with the flow as both of you soon laid in your bed all naked.

"Shit... I didn't bring a condom" Kaeya groaned as he ran his fingers through his hair.

You held onto her muscular biceps and looked him straight in the eyes, "Just hit it raw... I'm on the pill anyways" this shocked Kaeya. He didn't think you'd go as far as that but he'll take what he can get, he was too horny to stop here now.

Kaeya panted as he eyed down your beautiful body under him, admiring every curve and soft flesh that looked delicious under the city light from the large window of your room. His fingers absentmindedly traced every single dip and rise over your body, from your collarbone to stroking dangerously close to that spot that's been dying to be touched.

He forced your legs open before circling his fingers around your clit hiding underneath its hood before gathering the wetness of your hole and bringing it back to your clit, it felt like an agonizing hour when he finally sunk his long and slender fingers into you, his middle finger and index finger massaging your walls as you breath stuttered from each abuse to your g-spot.

He pulled you closer to him by your thigh before he rested his hand over your stomach, the weight making your back arch.

"Woah there... so this is where you're weak" He grinned wildly as he found that perfect spot making you quiver under him.

He continued to abuse your cunt with his fingers until he decided that you were wet and prepped enough to get a taste of his cock, feeling a bit excited as now you were going to get fucked raw by this gorgeous man working on you in between your legs.

He placed you gently onto the pillows before he grabbed one to place under where your back and your ass meets, elevating you up a bit.

"You ready, sexy?" He breathed out as he jerked himself off near your hole, hovering over you with his free hand right on your tit massaging it thoroughly.

Once you gave him the signal, he plunged his cock into you slowly and letting it rest inside of you so you could adjust for a bit. While he waited for you to let him move, his mouth soon found comfort in your tits, sucking and caressing them with his larger hand.

"K-Kaeya... please move... n-now!" You said, growing uncomfortable with the lack of friction down there.

With that, he slowly moved in and outside of your warm and wet slit. It felt so good that you could barely keep your eyes open as you held onto his shoulders for leverage, his soft thrusts soon found pace in fucking you like a bitch in heat. Pounding into you and making sure to hit every single spot that made you tick, scream, moan, and lose you fucking mind.

Your moans mixed together like a beautiful melody under the shameful glint of the moon right outside the window, you could feel all that stress and frustration from the entire day melt away as you both tried to chase you high. In the heat of the moment he found it quite hilarious to change it up a bit, switching from missionary to a full on mating press as her grabbed onto your thighs and pressed them tightly onto your breasts as he continuously ravaged you raw.

From the curve to the veins, you could feel it all as he fucked your hole like there was no more tomorrow to do that. It was a painful bliss, big fat tears beginning to leave your glossy eyes as you grew more and more sensitive until he successfully made you overstimulated.

Kaeya soon to laugh breathily at you, "Fucked so dumb you can't even create a full word? Gosh didn't know you were like this overstimulated" he spat out as he grabbed onto your legs and manhandled you into a different position. You ass and back to his face as he used his free hand to smush your face into the pillow, not even trying to silence your moans.

"Feel 's... fucking good, baby" he moaned, clearly teasing you more as he fucked you relentlessly.

He let go of your head and leaned back to admire your body, the way your sweat glistened with the faint light of the moon creeping in contrasting with your soft skin was an art worth displaying in a museum for him. The curve of your ass and the way it jiggled every single time it made contact with his hips amused him more than when you bickered with him, he couldn't deny it any longer because by all the things holy— you were gorgeous.

"Fuck, gorgeous... I'm gon' cum, you going to cum with me yeah?" He panted as he carelessly fucked into you with only one hand on your hip, expertly still dumbing you down more in your state.

"Y-Yes... gonna cum..." You whined faintly.

His pace became faster as he desperately tried to make you reach your limit alongside his, when he slowed down that's when you knew (if you could even think at this point) that he finally got what he wanted. His pearly white cum painting your walls without decency knowing you were on the pill, his dick twitching inside of you as you convulsed underneath him from the sheer impact of your climax.

"Felt good, huh?" Kaeya smirked as he looked down on you but it immediately faltered when he saw you blacked out on the bed from all the stimulation he gave you.

A few hours later, you woke up still on the bed but now cleaned and clothed. You were about to sit up and thank Kaeya for taking care of you while unconscious when you saw him sat at the edge of the bed, smoking a cigarette while he was texting someone on his phone. You didn't know how but all of a sudden you were able to see who he was texting, it was one of the girls he's been seen with and their conversation was full of them flirting with each other.

You were about to lash out and spit at him at how he could have the guts to flirt with another after fucking the other, but then again— fuck buddies were fuck buddies, you fuck with no strings attached.

"I know you're awake, I want to talk about something..." Kaeya finally spoke as he finished his cigarette.

Without even looking at you, he sighed and tried to muster up the right words:

"Let's end this..."

A/N: I'm so sorry this took so long pookie, I was so busy doing schoolworks but I promise to everyone who's been waiting for little ol' me to post I promise to post as much as I can, I have a lot of ideas and all I need is to just write it down.

Me saying that I'll write more often:

[fillinforlater]

Eleven to One: Punitive Punishment

Male Reader x Kim Minju and Ahn Yujin

Length: 3033 words

Tags: punishment, spanking, fingering, mind break, rough sex, degradation, insults, brat!Yujin, girls making out, doggystyle, cunnilingus, squirt, gag, shytoslut!Minju, hair pulling

TW: degradation, a little bit kinda dub-con

Credit: @sooyadelicacies for collabing with me. Ty, qt!

(A/N: another instalment of the Eleven to One Universe! Minju’s punishment had to happen one day, right? ;))

"Wh-where are we going?" 

Minju's scared voice with its sweet, innocent tone makes you feel guilty and excited at the same time. You feel the sweat building up in the palm of her hand as you guide her to the elevator. Yujin walks behind her, bare body pressed onto Minju's back while her hand covers the older girl's eyes. 

"I think I know where Daddy will guide you," Yujin says with a horny smirk. Intentionally, you lose your cool. 

"Yujin, shut the fuck up!" 

You harshly slap Yujin's round ass. The echo bounces off the walls and through the cramped elevator. Minju shrieks and tenses in your hand, while Yujin can barely keep her moans hidden.

The elevator ride up is a tense one for Minju. Your hand grips her while you send death glares to Yujin who has a knowing smirk. You shoot up to the upper levels of the high rise and practically bolt down the hall to your room. At times like these you regret not buying a bigger apartment with rooms to spare just for all the sexual fantasies in your mind, but the timing of this is just too perfect, so the living room will have to surfice. 

Slowly, you guide Minju to your large leather couch. Her knees still tremble, even after she sits down. Yujin obediently continues to remove any light from falling into her Unnies orbs. 

"Now, Minju, you need to be punished," you say in a slow, almost threatening manner. Minju flinches and whines as you pinch her adorable chin to feel her soft skin.

Minju manages to whine out. 

"I'm-I'm sorry! I didn't know—I thought, I thought Yujin would appreciate that. I'm so sorry, p-please don't punish me, please don't kick me out of this place. I promise I'll never do something like this ever again, please!"

"It's too late to bargain now," you whisper. Suddenly, your hands rub over Minju's jeans-covered legs, up to her thighs. Gasps and mewls fill the room, most by Minju, but some from Yujin as well. She fidgets, creating friction to stimulate her slit. 

"We are going to play a game Minju. It's very simple. Yujin, you will also participate." 

Your girlfriend bites her lower lip and nods seductively. She is barely able to keep Minju's eyes shut, her arms shaky and sweaty. Tension rises between the three of you. You savor every second of fear and uncertainty running through Minju’ veins. Quickly, your fingers find the hem of her pants and harshly, you pull down. 

"N-no, s-stop. I'm so-sorry." 

"You want to move out tonight, Minmin?" you say in a strict tone. 

"N-no, please. Don't—" 

"Then we play the game, okay?" 

"O-okay." 

"Very well." 

A simple hand gesture, and Yujin backs off. Minju looks adorable with her messy hair, trembling lips and scared orbs. You can't help yourself: before explaining the rules, you peck her cheek. 

"Nothing to worry about. The game is about answering questions truthfully. So as long as you don't lie, everything is fine. For you at least." 

Point at Yujin, who looks equally horny and surprised. 

"Come over here, naughty baby girl! For every question Minju takes too long to answer, I'll use your body as I wish. Understood?" 

"Yes, Daddy." 

"Y-yes,” Minju adds when you look down at her small figure.

"Minju, tell me about your first kiss." 

"What? What does that have to do with anything, I—" 

The time has already run out. Minju took too long to answer and so you yank Yujin's hair aggressively.

"Not an answer, Minju. Focus, okay?" 

You force Yujin to kneel onto the couch. Her face is right next to her Unnies. Parts of her hair you still pull tightly, the rest a chaotic mess. Yujin smiles in needy ecstasy. 

"Uhm, my-my first kiss was, I—" 

"C'mon, tell me about it. Who was it?" 

"I... can't, I—" 

Your free hand sends a shock wave through both your girlfriend and her friend, although only one of them got hit. Yujin's cheek, already rosy from the heat in her body, turns fully red now. She sinks head first into Minju’s lap, making her scream:

"Ah, what are you—" 

"Minju," Yujin interrupts, drool rolling from her tongue and onto the elders thigh gap, "It's fine. Don't worry about me or the secret. J-just tell him."

"My first kiss was with… Yujin." 

You smirk liking where this was going. 

"Oh? Do you like my Yujin? Do you have a crush on any of your IZONE members?"

"Y-yes. I-I kissed Chaewon too." 

You release the make-shift ponytail of Yujin's hair and rub her soft chin with love and care. She purrs and you closely inspect Minju's reaction. The brunette beauty's eyes widen. She stares at Yujin's puckered lips. Taking her by surprise, you do the same to Minju's chin. It's equally soft, and so you put your plan into action.

"Minju, how do you feel about me? What do you think about Yujin and I? Do you like us together?"

"Uhm, I—hm!" 

With both your hands, you guide their lips together. Yujin is proactive, pushing her tongue through Minju's lips and going all in with her entire body. Minju's wide open eyes become smaller and smaller as the initial shock fades. Her lids fall down and she leans in as well. The punishment, the game, maybe even you, disappear from her mind for this intense moment. Saliva is sloppily exchanged, the sounds get lewder and lewder. 

"Uhm, Minju? Where is your answer?" 

It's impossible for her to respond. No words can come out of her occupied mouth, especially when the other girl climbs on her lap and pushes her deeper into the cushions. However, this is not an excuse to escape the punishment.

You yank Yujin's hair again and pull her slightly away from Minju's lips. 

"I asked you a question. Answer it, Minju! What do you think about Yujin and I? Do you like us together?" 

"I, I like you both. You look great together." 

"You're not fully honest. Tell the truth!" 

Spank Yujin's ass once. Its wobble is always worth a long glance, but when you can do it over and over again, why only stare? You hit it again with more force. Yujin shrieks and moans, while Minju scrambles to find a response. 

"F-fine. Fine! I love you both! I envy you for having Yujin and I—I envy Yujin because of your p-p-penis." 

Minju is red all over. If she could move her hand, she'd probably hide the plainly obvious flush of embarrassment, but Yujin securely pins them away. 

"Very good, Minmin, you are being honest I see," you chuckle, satisfied at the answer. If not for your hold on her brown strands, Yujin would've probably overwhelmed Minju and smothered her in sucks and kisses. Not that you wouldn't like to see that, but there are still sets of questions in your head. 

"So, how often do you masturbate Minju? How does it sound?"

"What-I-I-" 

Another smack on Yujin's ass. 

"How often do you masturbate Minju? How does it sound? More importantly, who do you masturbate to?"

"I don't... I don't masturbate that often." 

"Liar," you shout. With a sigh, you line up your ring and middle finger with Yujin's wet hole and insert them slowly. Yujin releases a wanton groan of bliss and succumbs to moans as you start to curl your digits. 

"How. Often." 

"E-everyday, all the time! I think about Ch-Chaewon a-and Yujin." 

Silence from Minju, mewls from Yujin who rests her head on her friend's shoulder and plays with her chestnut strands.

"Tsk tsk....You only think of those two? What about Hyewon unnie or Eunbi unnie? Or me? You don't ever think of me?" 

You pull your fingers out of Yujin for a second, inching closer to Minju, you get closer to her. 

"Want to know something Minju? I've fucked them both. Your Hyewon and Eunbi unnie. They are mine, just like Yujin." 

You raise those fingers that were just in Yujin's hole and bring them to Minju's face.

"Really?" Minju says, but her voice lacks surprise. She is too deep in trance. The rosy hue on her cheeks makes her look drunk, even more so her glassy eyes that cross-eye your slick fingers. 

"Eunbi-unnie... and Hyewon-unnie," Minju repeats in a low, barely understandable tone, her lips a centimeter away from your digits. 

"Answer me—" Your energetic, amused interrogation abruptly ends when Minju's lips part and her tongue attacks. Gently, yet swiftly, she pulls you into her mouth, licking every single drop of Yujin's nectar.

"Does Yujin taste good, Minju? I'll let you have her juices as a treat every once in a while, only if you behave, do you understand? You'll be a good girl for Daddy won't you?" 

Yujin smirked, knowing that mere question would start a wholly unholy relationship with Minju, but unlike herself, Minju would actually obey.

Minju is passionate. Her eyes are closed, your fingers enter deeper, until your knuckles disappear. She will certainly choke, yet there is no hesitation and so her first gag appears. It's violent, yet cute at the same time. Before she tears up, you retrieve your fingers with a quick pull. It trips up Minju, who's eyes open wide in disappointment. For a second she lingers, then her sense of reason returns—or at least a bit. 

"Oh, uhm, what? I-I..."

You smirk. 

"Let me ask again: you'll be a good girl for Daddy won't you?" 

You say almost like an enchantment, awaiting the hypnotic gaze of her eyes. 

"Do you want more Minju?"

"Yes. Give me more of Yujin's... ju-juice." 

"No, no," you say, jokingly sophisticated, "You have to say the magic word first." 

"Hm? Oh! Uhm, I, please, uhm... Daddy, please give me... more." 

"Very well then." 

Yujin giggles in enjoyment of the scene before her. She looks stunning, mesmerizingly beautiful, adorable with her smile and pink cheeks. That's exactly why you take her by the waist and slam her roughly to the side. The couch is easily large enough to spin and pin Yujin next to Minju. With one hand, you press down on Yujin's throat, with the other you pull down your pants. Your solid cock springs free. 

"Daddy, yes!" 

"Shut up, whore! You'll be a love-liquid-dispenser today. Squeeze it all out!" 

"Make me~"

You slam yourself into Yujin with rage. Her brattiness is something to be conquered and the way to do it is by breaking her perfect body, by shaping her insides to the form of your cock. With nothing else on your mind, your rampage begins once more. Multiple thrusts per second. Yujin screams continuously. Her mouth doesn't close, even as the sound dissipates. Her tongues still hangs out due to your rough fucking. She is feeling the taste of heaven at the tip of it. 

Making Yujin cum like this is an easy task for you, but it's not even necessary. In fact, this bratty bitch doesn't deserve an orgasm today. Your goal is to make Minju yours by giving her Yujin nectar—and then your cum, to mark her as your obedient baby girl. Pump into Yujin with groans, hands never leaving her throat. 

You look over at Minju, excited to see her reaction. It surely doesn't disappoint: the brunette beauty wants to look shocked, but she just drools from the corner of her mouth. Her gaze is stuck on Yujin's body until you pull out. Perfect timing. Yujin cries out her frustration of being edged. Good. She deserves this and a thousand spanks on her fat ass. 

"Here, Minju. Take Yujin's juice straight from my cock." 

"Oh, uhm..." 

Minju's brain seems to lag. Whatever it is of the many things that transpired in the last couple of minutes, it keeps her from reacting in the way you intended. Instead she looks with glassy, mindless eyes from your face to your cock to your face to Yujin's pussy—Yujin is rubbing her clit. 

"Bitch, no orgasm for you!" 

Harshly, you slap Yujin's hand away and hit her cunt at the same time. A genius plan by your girlfriend. It made her cum in the past and after this edging session an orgasm immediately takes over her body. 

"Fuck, yes! Daddy, make me squirt!" 

Angry at Minju for once again being the catalyst for Yujin’s disobedience, you grab her hair and yank her head down towards Yujin’s heat. Pull Minju’s jaw down to open her mouth. Clear spurts of Yujin's squirt shoot into Minju's mouth. She catches most of it with her tongue and moans like she was the one being fucked silly. 

Each second seems to pass slowly. Minju’s eyes roll into the back of her head. She drinks right from the source and makes Yujin’s white as well. Large, healthy thighs wrap around Minju’s head to hold her in place, but Minju does not make any advancements of wanting to get away. This might just end her punishment, and your plan still came to its ultimate goal.

"Drink it all up. It's the sign of our new contract." 

You lower yourself next to Minju, who is still diligently gulping down the juicy load. Give the messy looking, completely hazed, gorgeous woman a peck on the lips. 

"Do you want to be my good girl, Minju?" 

"Yes, Daddy." 

"Fantastic. I'll be merciful for you today and let you have as much of Yujin's pussy as you'd like, but no touching yourself, understood?" 

"Y-yes, Daddy, thank you." 

Minju looks genuinely happy and excited like someone who just won a grand prize. All she got, however, is a Daddy and an exquisite pussy to eat out to her heart's content. 

Yujin's gasps for air  are replaced by soft hums as Minju starts to lick slowly across her wet folds. The brunette being so enchanted by her vulva makes her almost forget that her Daddy walked to his special drawer. In this moment of smooth, uninterrupted pleasure, Yujin does not realize how you get behind. In a split second, you push a red ball into her mouth and secure it around her head. You speak in a devilish hiss to put the utmost emphasis on your words: "I swear to heaven and hell, if you remove this thing and I hear a single sound from you, I'll throw you out. Nude. With a plug in your ass. In the middle of the most crowded street in Korea. You'll only wear clothes in the house that I have approved of and remember: Minju is my girl too."

In a final tease, you rub your stiff length across Yujin's aroused and terrified face, just to withdraw it again. Yujin does not deserve anymore cum today. She might be your designated and tightes cumdumpster, but you know how much she likes it. This is to show her how serious you are today. 

"Minmin," you say sternly, "get on all fours. Lick as much as you want. Your pussy is mine though."

Usually shy and hesitant Minju wastes no time and adjusts her position accordingly. Occupied with her Dongsaeng’s sex, she only squeals twice, one time when you pull down her jeans and panties and a second time when you penetrate her slick, drenched pussy.

Sure, there is a lot to admire about your newly acquired baby girl, from the perfect shape of her body, beautiful back, cute moans, firm ass, exceptionally wet pussy, yet desperation gets the better of you. You just want to finish quickly and Minju has the perfect hole for this endeavor. You can’t wait to see Yujin’s disappointed eyes when Minju is pumped full instead of her. 

“Minju,” you say, hiding the inner smirk with a bland expression, “I have a great name for you: cumdump. You like it?”

Minju pulls out her tongue from Yujin.

“Thank you, Daddy. Yes, I do.”

“Perfect.”

As you pick up the pace to fuck Minju harder, Yujin becomes green with envy. This is her position, the perfect name for her, but right now, Minju takes the pounding. She does it like a champ and Yujin can’t be angry at her Unnie. Nearing her second orgasm, she throws her arms upwards. From your angle, you admire Yujin’s clean, smooth pits. Then your eyes wander to her breasts that jiggle lightly. Finally, you look at Yujin’s orgasmic face of jealousy.

Minju gets filled with hard, rapid thrusts. Your hands leave imprints on the pale of her skin with how tightly you squeeze it. The consumption of Yujin’s juice makes her tighter and in a final rush, you unload into Minju. This is to spite Yujin, so you groan excessively, like it’s the greatest orgasm you ever had.

The loud ring of your phone pulls you out of this performance. Nonchalantly, you pull out of Minju and look at the bright screen. Hyewon’s number. For her, you don’t have to leave the room. The girl’s in the back can moan however loud they want, Hyewon is not allowed to complain.

“Hello?”

“Master, I did everything you asked of me! Please, breed your bitch!”

The voice through the speaker is definitely Hyewon. Not CEO Hyewon. The new Hyewon you created. Still hard working, smart and tough in negotiations, but with new attributes: needy, submissive, breedable. A perfect slave that will make you billions of dollars.

“Did my slut get the contract through the board of leaders?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Did my slut send the contract to my company?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Did my slut do all the paper w—”

“Yes, Master!”

You scoff.

“Did you just interrupt me? Know your place, whore!”

“I’m sorry, Master.”

“What are you?”

“A worthless collection of holes.”

“And what do you deserve?”

“To be shamed in public and sold as the useless bitch slave I am.”

Her answers have gotten more and more interesting, self-deprecating and degrading to the point where you just want to fuck three loads of seed in her pussy day in day out. She probably sits at home and fondles herself, actually believing the things she says.

“Very well. I’ll be at my apartment in a couple of minutes. Be ready.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“I’ll give you a legacy tonight.”

[trash-magics-blog]

"When you walked out that door, a piece of me died" F!Reader x Rodolfo Parra pt.1

Summary: You go on a trip during the summer and meet a handsome stranger but will he only be a summer fling or something more?

(This will be a longer fic so I'm gonna break it into parts, and it's gonna be filled with some angst and NSFW and fluff, a little variety this is also very like, not realistic but who cares, spice of life also, Im taking the fact that Rudy's actor Bayardo, rides motorcycles and giving that to rudy)

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Summer. The blazing sun, the cold drinks and the opportunities it offers is all so exciting, especially for someone who likes to travel like yourself. This summer you decided to go to a nice little town called Las Almas, where there's endless parties and new people to meet. You were staying at the El Domicilio, a fancy hotel with a nice bar attached to it that you were for sure gonna use to your advantage. You planned on just taking your summer vacation nice and easy letting things come and go... Until you met a handsome stranger by the name of Rodolfo Parra.

Not Surprisingly, you were at the bar people watching mostly and just enjoying a nice drink but someone caught your eye. A handsome man who was talking to the Bartender, they seemed to be friends, to you they were both extremely hot but there was just something about the one that seemed to pull you in. Before you knew it the bartender came over with another drink and gave you a smile, his name tag read "Alejandro". "Here you go mi señora, another drink from a certain someone you can't take your eyes off" Alejandro said, a joking tone to his voice, you got slightly embarrassed that he caught you staring but you appreciated the extra drink.

Right after Alejandro gave you your drink and walked away to help someone else you saw his hands on the bar next to you, the same stranger you were eyeing earlier causing you to smile and look away as you got sorta shy now, he had different plans though. "Oh don't be getting all shy on my now, quiero ver esa cara bonita tuya" he said smiling, his voice made your stomach tingle almost and you looked back at him, god was he a sight. From his rough looking hands to his muscles he was all around a very attractive man. "Thank you for the drink...?" You trailed off, waiting for him to say his name. "Rodolfo but you can call me Rudy and you are?"

"Y/n, it's very nice to meet you Rudy", You said playfully and held out your hand, his hands felt smooth and the cold steel of his rings made your skin tingle, you guys held eye contact for longer than expected but it felt good. Over the course of the night you and Rudy talked about anything, you two were constantly laughing and being a little loud but you were having fun, you liked Rudy, a lot. When it was time for you to head home Rudy couldn't pass the opportunity to escort you, "Here, I'll walk you to your room mi señora, which room?" He asked as he took your hand in his. "5th floor, room 505" you guys made your way to the elevator and mostly stood in silence, until Rudy spoke up, "Thank you for tonight by the way, its been a pleasure Y/n". You smiled and shuffled your feet a bit, his voice was soothing and he made you feel safe even though you just met about 3 hours ago, he just had that way about him, Rudy was a good guy.

When you both got to your room door you sighed and looked at Rudy, you didn't wanna see him go but there will always be tomorrow, you were gonna be in Las Almas for awhile anyway. "I guess this is goodbye?" When you said that Rudy just chuckled and stepped towards you, giving you a kiss on the cheek and a hug. "I can't let you go that fast, how about I come back tomorrow and show you around Las Almas?" You hugged him back and nodded, "sounds good, promise you'll be back?" You questioned, you have had some bad experiences with people never coming back and you just had to make sure Rudy would be back. "Of course". Rudy then left and you went to your room, you laid on the bed and thought for awhile not knowing exactly what to think of the situation but you were gonna welcome it with open arms. What was the worst that could happen anyway?

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This was just part one so hopefully I can get the other parts out soon, I hope you guys enjoy! And feel free to give some constructive criticism, I'm still new to this so tips are appreciated!

[ryloriee678999]

Clean (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

Summary: Wanda cleans depressed readers room whenever she’s gone. (700 words)

A/N: Look at me posting so much lmao. Small story before I go to bed :) Also comment if you want to be added to the tag list!

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You’re sick, you’ve been sick for a long time now. It started off as dreading doing basic things like showering, brushing your teeth and cleaning. Then it elevated to isolation and sleeping all day in just a few weeks. The sudden change was noticeable to everyone else, but no one could do anything. 

In the rare times you did leave your room, it was to grab food and head back to the comfort of your own bed. During those five or so minutes, Wanda tends to secretly sneak into your room to clean up. It started off as cups and plates since she noticed they were gone from the shared kitchen, but lately, she's been washing your clothes. You never noticed, because you spent most of your time sleeping or on your phone. 

Wanda knew this was a big invasion of your privacy, but she never dug deeper than just picking up a dish and returning it to the Kitchen. She made no effort to snoop around your room, all she wanted to do was help.  

There were a few times you almost caught her, but thanks to her mind reading she was able to leave before you came in. The only reason you found out was because your entire bed sheet was gone one day. 

You were in a long meeting so Wanda figured she had enough time to wash your sheets. You couldn't remember the last time you washed them so Wanda went in and did it for you. The dryer was taking too long, so by the time Wanda came back to return them, you were there standing in the middle of the room confused as to where your sheets went.

Wanda walked in before she realized you were in here. You turned to see her, and she stared at you with your bed sheet in hand. You opened your mouth to say something but closed it because you were so dumbfounded. 

“This is weird,” Wanda spoke first. You both just stood there staring at each other. 

“Yeah,” you respond. You point to your sheet, “Is that my…”

“Yeah,” she admits and holds it up. “This isn't what it looks like, I promise.”

You laugh, “Really? Because it looks like you took my sheets, Wanda.” Wanda sighed in relief knowing that you weren't mad at her, it was also nice seeing you smile after so long.

“I was just cleaning them. I didn't think you’d be here, I don't know why I thought this would be a good idea,” she explained. Blush made its way onto her face as she fidgeted with the fabric. 

“Did you get promoted to a maid?” You question, laughing at how embarrassed she looks right now. 

Wanda shakes her head, “no, I just, I, you-” she tries to find the words but explaining this situation was hard. “When you’re gone, sometimes I clean your room up a little. Mostly it's just dishes, sometimes clothing. I know I’m overstepping, and this is weird but ever since I noticed your change in behavior I wanted to help.” 

Without any words, you step forward and bring her into a tight hug. She stood there shocked at first but then wrapped her arms around you. She only stepped away when she heard a muffled noise.

Her face dropped when she noticed tears forming in your eyes, “Why are you crying?”

“No these are good tears, happy tears,” you say and smile at her. You were overwhelmed with how much love you felt, it started to make you cry. 

Wanda pulled you back into the hug and stroked your hair with her free hand. Your head rested on her shoulder as you two stood there peacefully. You knew Wanda would probably want to talk about things later but for now, you stayed connected to each other. 

“I can't believe you own Batman sheets, that's so adorable,” Wanda says, breaking the silence.

A muffled laugh leaves your mouth as she teases you further. Wanda smiled and so did you. After this moment, you didn't have a dirty room again.

[liaromancewriter]

What Could Have Been (5/?)

Series Premise: When Ethan breaks his promise, Cassie is forced to accept they’re not inevitable after all.

Book: Open Heart Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen. Angst Words: 1,560

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Chapter 5: Risky Moves. Romance Rekindled. One is filled with remorse, but jealousy soon rears its ugly head.

A/N: I'm using @choicesflashfics week 44, prompt 3. Also, using prompts "dating" & "break-up" from the @choicesmonthlychallenge January 2023 editing. Set during 2x03.

Ethan Ramsey marched down the street. His long legs eating up the pavement, uncaring of other pedestrians, his scowl a deterrent to anyone bold enough to get in his way.

In his head, he replayed the conversation with his father, the look on Cassie Valentine’s face when he dismissed his mother and the complicated emotions swirling inside him for a woman that had abandoned him twenty-five years ago.

He should hate Louise. God knows he wanted to. But a part of him clung to a memory of a sunflower yellow dress and a tinkling laugh that had once made his world bright.

Who knew better than him that love didn’t last? That the world was too often a dark, lonely place. That people didn’t stay. It was better to leave them before they left you.

Like he’d done to Cassie.

Ethan cursed loudly and detoured into the alley behind Donahue’s. He kicked his foot against the brick wall, angry and frustrated with himself, his life and the world in general.

He thought he’d figured his shit out last spring. And yet, here he was again, spiraling out of control.

He closed his eyes and took deep breaths. He needed to rein in his emotions and focus on the facts to do his job well. And the truth was he had a patient waiting for him, which had to be his priority now.

Feeling calmer, Ethan exited the alley near Edenbrook’s back entrance and parking structure. His mask was firmly in place as he got off the elevator on the second floor, only to bump into Cassie, who rushed in through the stairwell door.

“Oops,” she said with a half-laugh. “Sorry, Dr. Ramsey. I didn’t see you.”

“Maybe if you didn’t run around the hospital like a child, you’d pay better attention,” he muttered, annoyed all over again when her scent hit his nostrils.

He felt Cassie stop and stare at him, but he dismissed her as he stomped down the hallway to Lamar’s room. She followed quietly, practically running to keep pace with his long strides.

The day went from bad to worse when they found an empty room, and their patient was nowhere in sight.

“Where the hell is my patient?” Ethan barked at the nurse on duty at the station across from the hospital room.

“Ethan…” Cassie nudged his arm urgently. “In his condition, Lamar’s a danger to himself. We’ve gotta find him.”

“We didn’t see him back there,” he pointed at the hallway from where they’d come, “so he must have headed toward the atrium stairs.”

Knowing there was no time to waste, he quickly called security and issued a Code Green.

They sprinted through the halls, scanning patient rooms and corridors for signs of Lamar or his wife. They were almost at the balcony overlooking the soaring glass-domed atrium when they heard a scream.

Ethan’s heart dropped to his stomach at the sight of Lamar climbing over the railing on the fourth floor. The fifty-sixty-foot drop to the atrium below would likely maim him for life if not kill him outright.

“That fall will kill him. Dammit, come on!”

Before he could finish issuing the command, he glimpsed a trail of blonde hair flying past him like a sprinter coming off the block. Cassie pounded up the stairs, her white coat flapping behind her.

That shook him out of his inertia, and he raced up behind her, taking the steps two at a time. She was faster, though and reached Lamar first. The other man grinned broadly as if it was all a game, and Ethan knew he would be too late to stop him from jumping.

Just a few more seconds, Ethan prayed, pushing himself faster and ignoring the shocked faces that had stopped to watch the spectacle.

He saw Lamar let go of the railing and lean forward as if in slow motion. Cassie lunged at him, her hand grabbing Lamar’s just in time as he dangled in the air. She almost toppled over the edge of the railing as the other man’s weight pulled her forward.

“Cassie!” Ethan shouted hoarsely, fear for her life made his mouth turn dry.

Her shoes dug into the tight space between the floor and the bottom of the railing. Balancing herself, she leaned forward and locked one hand around Lamar’s wrist. Ethan saw her wince as her shoulders and arms strained from the pressure.

“Ethan…” she pleaded, her terrified green eyes meeting his as he rushed to her aid.

“I’m coming, Cassie,” he called out, letting his mask drop.

Ethan reached them before the security guard. Leaning around her, he hauled Lamar back over to safety and pinned him to the floor.

The weight suddenly gone, Cassie lost her balance and toppled backward, her elbow hitting the concrete floor with a loud crack.

“Goddammit,” Ethan cursed.

He left the security guard to restrain Lamar. His wife, Liz, watched with worry and confusion at the words her husband was saying.

Ethan started to check on Cassie when Naveen called out his name.

Still crouched on the floor, Ethan glanced up to see Naveen, some of the senior staff and the hospital’s board watching from one story above with a mix of horror and morbid curiosity.

He’d forgotten the board was meeting today, and Naveen had promised them a tour.

A man in a dark suit broke off from the group and dashed down the stairs. Ethan’s brows knitted in annoyance. He didn’t recognize the stranger and opened his mouth to tell him to get the hell away from his patient.

But the man rushed past him to where Cassie sat on the floor, protectively hunched over her, clutching her elbow. Her face was scrunched in pain, and tears tracked down her cheeks.

“Cassie, look at me,” the other man said, tenderly placing two fingers under her chin to lift her face. “Dislocation?”

Cassie shook her head and paused, taking stock. “I felt something tear when his weight pulled at me. Could be a sprain or torn ligament. Pain is six. Limited mobility. Nate, please help me up.”

He slid one arm around her back, supporting her weight. Cassie pushed her knees off the floor and started to rise.

“Can I just say?” Nate commented in awe. “You, Cassie Valentine, are more awesome than Wonder Woman and Captain Marvel combined.”

“Oh wow. Must have really impressed you if I get compared to DC and Marvel heavyweights?” Cassie chuckled, sniffing back the tears, and leaned against him briefly before straightening.

“I want to be a gentleman, tell you it’s okay to raincheck on our date tonight,” Nate said pleasantly. “But the woman that just saved a man’s life is much too strong-willed to retire with her smelling salts. And I really want to celebrate her in style.”

He smirked. “Maybe even challenge her to a mini-golf rematch since my chances of winning have suddenly improved.”

Cassie burst into laughter. The sound was like a stiletto piercing Ethan’s heart because the laugh wasn’t for him.

Ethan’s initial concern changed to bewilderment at the friendly ease between Cassie and Nate, and he wondered how they knew each other. The confusion quickly turned to red-hot jealousy when he heard about their date.

Uncertainty about wanting to care for Cassie and the rumors that would fly if he shoved the other man aside to do just that had Ethan rooted to the spot.

He was positive Nate wasn’t on the hospital board. He presented to that group often enough to know all its members. He looked vaguely familiar, but Ethan was hard-pressed to place him.

He shook off this new mystery to focus on the existing one. Lamar’s incomprehensible actions. Cassie was talking to Liz now, and Ethan needed to be part of that conversation.

But first, he had to reassure Naveen and clear the hall of spectators.

“Naveen, it’s okay. The situation is under control,” Ethan said when the older man stood before him, eyes narrowed in consternation.

“How am I supposed to be calm at a time like this?” Naveen said quietly, but Ethan could hear the subtle anger in his mentor’s voice.

“Ethan, a patient almost died in front of a hospital full of board members, staff and visitors. Why wasn’t security protocol followed if the patient was a danger to himself?”

“He wasn’t—” Ethan bit off when Cassie approached them cautiously, Lamar’s wife trailing behind her.

“Ethan. Dr. Ramsey,” Cassie amended. “I’m sorry to interrupt, but we need to question Lamar. We’re running out of time.”

With a quick nod at Naveen, Ethan followed Cassie and Liz to the other side of the hall. Lamar was still pushing against the security guard, talking about people no one knew.

He absently glanced over his shoulder to see Nate and Naveen talking seriously, heads close together.

How long had Nate and Cassie been dating, he speculated as ugly thoughts clouded his brain. The intimacy he had just witnessed between her and Nate didn’t happen overnight.

So, had she really waited for him while he was in the Amazon? Or was that one more lie he wanted to believe, just like the one about his mother returning out of love for her forgotten son?

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[lockleysfav]

Safer in my arms

steven x gender neutral reader

Stevens mother finally comes to see him, he is full of excitement but the feeling isnt mutual. Luckily, you get there in time

warnings: trauma, steven panicking, fluff towards the end.

Steven groaned and sat up to hear another set of bangs at his door causing him to jump, he quickly unstrapped his ankle restraint and ran his fingers through his ragged curls. He got to the door and looked through the peephole only for his heart to sink, it was his mother.

Joy flooded through him as he swung the door open with a huge loving grin “Hello mum!” he pulled her into a hug only to be pushed back harshy almost tripping on his own feet. “Mum? a-are you okay? did i hurt you?” he let out a nervous laugh, fidgeting with his sleeves “i-im sorry if i did im just so excited to see y-” he was cut off by a slap across his cheek “Do not..talk to me like you didnt murder your own brother marc. You took my baby..you took everything and you had the nerve to leave like the coward you are!” she screamed at him, slowly walking towards him as stevens eyes widened, tears welling in his eyes he stepped back in fear of being struck again. “mum i-its me steven” she laughed and gritted her teeth.

“God you and that Steven, always an excuse to be ignorant and pretend what happened to your brother never even happened am i right?” Stevens mouth slightly hung open while he desperately tried to say something, his heart was pounding but the more it pounded the more it was breaking. “ANSWER ME!” she raised her hand but was pulled back and thrown to the floor with a loud crash as she collided with a set of draws. Your stomach flipped at the sight of Stevens face in absolute shock, horror and heartbreak. You grabbed her by her shirt and dragged her out, leaning down against her ear to whisper “if you ever, and i mean ever step foot in this building again or even in the same city as Steven or Marc i will fucking kill you do you understand? you’re not his mother you are a pathetic bitch who cant see how wonderful her own son truly is” you heaved in anger, she eyed you on more time and you were practically daring her to try something.

She got up and left, you watched as the elevator door shut and went back into the room seeing Steven clutching where his heart was “Steven…baby” you rushed over to him as his knees buckled and sobs escaped his mouth “shh it’s okay, its okay shes gone” you pulled him into your arms and held tightly onto his shaking hands to calm him down. Kisses peppered the sides of his head and he leaned into every one of them.

“Why- why would she hurt me i dont understand? i was so happy to see her” Your heart shattered. Your blood boiled everytime Steven was hurt especially by someone. You gently brushed a single curl from his sweaty skin and kissed it softly “She doesn’t deserve a son like you Steven, you’re not a coward you are the bravest man i know. Remember when you summoned your suit for the first time and you fought the big monster? you were so so brave. I was so proud of you and i still am now. i always will be” He kissed your hand and you watched a tear fall down his cheek “hey, look at me” you whispered, he looked up at you and you gave a small smile “My beautiful boy” you wiped away his tears and stood up with him guiding him into bed and into the soft covers.

Once you were both in, he snuggled into your body sniffling “i love you so much y/n” he mumbled into your shirt causing you to smile lovingly at his position “i love you” you replied gently scratching his scalp. Within minutes the room was filled with his soft snores, that was your cue to get some sleep too.

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Thank you for reading!

my requests are always open!

[ad0rebrial]

Hiiii

Me again ^w^

Anyways-

Can u do Male reader with the SF gang when a pitbull outbreak happens, and he like- TAMES THEM

Cus yk he's the animal whisperer 🤭

Thanks :))

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Today was a TRIP…a freaking pitbull escaped from its owners yard and was now parading the goddamn streets. Barking at people, trying to bite people, it was crazy and everyone was inside their house hiding from this dog.

Despite yall being in an apartment you were still freaking scared! Well, not you though but your friends definitely were!

Larry was freaking his ass out. Cause he is on the first floor and he doesn’t roll with that because what if the pitbull comes inside the building and breaks into his apartment and eats him and his mom?

Ash doesn’t live in the apartments (Does she? Idk i’m too lazy to go check) BUT she was with you during the pitbull outbreak! She was kinda nervous herself since she’s heard many stories about pitbull attacks and it is NOT pretty.

Sal? He’s scared. He ran to your door because he was panicking and freaking out and a nervous wreck and you let him in because of how bad he was in that state and it worried you a lot

Todd was fine. He was just chilling minding his business. But he would just come to your house just because.

Soon enough Larry would be making a run for your house as well. All of yall are cooped up inside your house as if it’s an underground safety zone. You guys have been in your house for a few hours trying to wait out this pitbull outbreak.

“…Imagine if I went outside and tried to pet the pitbull.” You would speak out randomly. It gets dead silent in the room and every single one of your friends are staring at you like your insane.

“BITCH NO SIT YOUR ASS DOWN SOMEWHERE…” Larry shouted at you frantically. But you didn’t listen. Soon enough you took a dash to the elevator before they could even stop you.

Soon you were on the first level and you headed straight out of the apartment and looked around for the pitbull. You then began to also parade the streets for the loose dog with determination. You nearly jumped right of the ground when you heard a loud bark from behind you. You turned around and you were met face to face with the pitbull that has been causing issues around the place.

Your friends looked for you i’m sorry. Only god knows what that dog had! It may have rabies or anything! Larry claimed that the dog had “Dogaritis” and they all looked at him weird. When they finally found you they stood there in shock at you petting the pitbull and talking in a sweet tone as you smiled down at it.

“Y/N, WHAT ARE YOU DOING, MAN?!” Larry exclaimed in terror. “ITS GONNA BITE YOU-“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP! You gonna make it mad!” You shouted back as you continued to pet the dog happily. Your friends just stood there watching you from a few feet away (Sal was further away for personal reasons).

Soon, pest control came and you were very sad that the pitbull is gone. Your animal whisperer powers only can go so far😔 But your friends were still shocked that you were able to take that crazy ass dog. They are over here worried half the death about you only to come find out that your over here petting the damn thing…what are they going to do with you?

[its-me89]

Pov: You had a contract with Val and were always his favorite but Alastor freed you and you had the time of your life... until he disappeared and Val took you back again.

Warning: insults, manipulation, choking, hooking and threats

English is not my first language so please don't get upset :))

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"Move your ass faster, looks like we have time?" Velvet yelled at the models and when she saw you she waved you over to her "Y/n, Valentino wants to see you upstairs immediately!!" you nodded and carefully walked towards the elevator. “please don’t let him be angry” you hope quietly.

you noticed that his servants who always stood at his door were gone... now you were scared and just as you were about to knock you heard Vox's voice "That fucker is back!" Val also said "Yeah, I thought he was gone for good too." You tilted your head as you placed your hands and ears against the door to hear more..

"Its been seven years!" Vox complained "You still pissed he almost beat you that time?" Val smirked "Uh, fuck you." "just saying" you heard Val grin "Things have changed a lot since he left town" Vox got a little louder "That's for sure." Valentino moved forward the Door "I got to send a message from who's really in charge of things now." now everything became clear to you

He is back..

“Y/n you can come in if you’re listening” your eyes widened as you carefully pushed the door open and looked inside.

"Ah, my beautiful whore.. come here" Val pulled you onto his lap and licked your neck. "Did you hear that our old friend is back?" his grip on my arm became tighter "You're not leaving us again, are you, my dear?" his hand went to your neck and squeezed it.

"No.. Valentino" your voice cracked "that's my good girl" Vox paced around the room as he made his hands into fists "I have to do something about him before he goes too far again!" Just before he left the room he turned around again "come to my room tonight Y/n" and so he left the room.

You sat in your room and watched the breaking news from Vox hoping to see him, but when Valentino had a new customer for you you were about to switch off until you heard his voice.

"Salutations Good to be back on the air"

Your breathing stopped and tears threatened to escape “Y/N!!” Val screamed your Name, so you turned off the TV, wiped away your tears and went to him.

Pov Vox:

"I'm afraid you've lost your signal." Now Vox sat completely in the dark and could only hear his voice.

"Lets Begin... i'm gonna make you Wish that i'd stayed gone.. Tune on in.. When im done, Your Status quo Will know its race is run~ and i get my Y/n back.. Oh this will be fun." He laughed and Vox looked at the many monitors that said "no signal" and swore loudly "FUUCCKKK"

Later

You sit in Vox's room and wait for him. When he came in you noticed that the mood wasn't exactly good and you shifted a little uncomfortably in your seat, as he came towards you and loosened his tie a little "My sweet sweet Y/n" he gently stroked her cheek "Can you please tell me why Alastor is back?" your lips parted "I-I don't know" his grip tightened a little "did you know he wanted you back?" he let go of you and poured himself a whiskey.

"But that won't happen" he took a sip and Chuckle "You belong to me... you may have a contract with Valentino but I'm the only one who can fuck you so well that you'll go crazy for me" your breath was shaking as you looked up at him "Vox I-" "be quiet" he put the glass away and stood in front of you "you will never see him again understand? I want you to forget him, do you understand me?" his eyes glowed red and he pulled my hair back. “Do you understand me?”

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"Y-Yes Vox"

You woke up late at night next to him, you could barely feel your body anymore as you quietly tiptoed into your room. When you arrived you looked, in your mirror to see all the bruises.

"My my... what did they do to my beautiful girl?" Alastor stood behind you

you thought you were dreaming

"Look at you, my love... soiled by those who took you from me"

as he stood behind you he gently touched your hair.

"Alastor.." you whisper his name and he stopped his movement, his gaze reflected in the mirror and you looked at him.

"It's terrible here, why did you leave me here alone?" Tears rolled from your eyes

"Ah ah don't cry Y/n.. I'll get you out of here.. just be patient yeah? they'll pay for everything" he started glitching but went back to normal when you turned around to hug him, he patted your back gently.

"Darling, go to sleep now.. I'll take care of you" he lifted your chin "Soon we will be together again" he placed his forehead on yours and disappeared into the darkness.

[wyattsdream]

NEW YEARS

finn wolfhard x listener

You and Finn have been best friends for years now and you have both had such successful careers in film making. You behind the camera and scripts and finn, the star of the show.

Its new years in new york. 46 minutes till 2023. You and Finn are in a taxi on the way to the hotel your staying at for your next movie which could be your big break.

You are both very stressed because somebody on twitter hadd leaked where you are staying and you have no idea what to expect.

You two arrive at the hotel and the minute you step out of the taxi, the paparazzi are running toward the both of you. Finn grabs your hand and you run to the elevator where the crazed fans are nowhere to be found. The elevator was made of glass and once you get to the top you would be able to see almost all of all of Manhattan. "Oh my god, i hate them so much" finn says rolling his eyes. "What the actual hell, they need to be taught a lesson" you press the button that opens the elevator door and storm out there to find almost a hundred people pointing cameras at you. "ARE YOU ALL FREAKING CRAZY" "Y/N lets just go" finn mumbles lightly trying to pull you away from the crowd. You follow him back into the elevator but a man with a big camera and a creepy look on his face grips your wrist tightly and begins to take pictures of you. "HEY GET AWAY FROM THEM" finn says trying to pull the mans hand of your wrist but his fingers were locked on so he had no other choice but to elbow the guy in his face. Finn drags you to the elevator and the door closes. The silence is awkward and you both try to process what just happened. "I'm sorry i shouldn't have done anything"

"What? No don't apologise that was really badass"

"But now your gonna get in serious trouble for hitting that guy"

"Who cares, he deserves what he got"

"Okay, thank you for helping me, who knows what would have happened"

You walk from hallway to hallway trying to find your hotel room. It took 20 minutes but you eventually found it.

You and finn have quite a small hotel room but the giant window facing the empire state and the Chrysler building makes up for it. Finn found his bed, it was a double bed with a small flat screen at the bottom. You look for your bed but cant find it. "Finn are you sure this is the correct room. There seem to only be one bed in here."

"I could have sworn my mom booked a room with two beds he says scratching his head"

Finn tell you he's going down to the reception to check if theres any more rooms available.

You sit on the floor and think to yourself. You've always liked finn as friend but after that little event you had butterflies every time he looked at you and you'd smirk every time he said your name. The fact that he would do something like that to protect you made you feel genuinely happy. Its 11:55 when Finn gets back.

"Theres no rooms, you can have the bed if you want and I'll sleep on the floor"

If you accepted that you would feel really guilty but you can't sleep on the floor. They clearly don't clean the carpets or the walls.

"No, I'd feel really guilty"

You both agree to have one side of the bed each.

"One minutes till new years, and we have a great view of the city"

You smile and stand by the window counting down the seconds. Finn everlong by foo fighters on his guitar as soon as the fireworks begin to go off infront of your window. This is one of those core memories. Memories that are most important in your life. The ones that you never forget. By the look on finns face you could tell the he thought the same. He watched you dance in front of the fireworks and you watched him play guitar with the different colours reflecting off of his guitar and you in the reflection of his eyes. The music slowly stopped but the fireworks continued. Finn takes a step towards you and kisses you on the cheek.

"Y/N i think i love you"

His eyes started to water but he did shed a single tear. You freeze up and can't get the words out of your mouth. Finn sits by the side of the bed and waits for a response.

You realise that you hadn't responded and go to sit next to him.

"I love you too"

You lean your head on his shoulder and you both watch the fireworks. He plays with your hair and eventually the fireworks end but your both fast asleep in each others arms...

By wyattsdream

[jimblejamblewritings]

falling for the captain | part 4.

Summary: Captain Y/N L/N. Leader of the Avengers on Earth-563, not really a family or team strictly just coworkers. A lot of responsibility for someone only nineteen. What happens when the Captain finds herself on “Earth Earth” in the compound of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes. Stuck on Earth for the time being, Y/N sees what these Avengers are about. And Captain America finds himself falling for this leader, even though her age is throwing him… that and the fact no one knows if she’ll head back to Earth-563 the minute she can.

Warnings: AGE GAP (clear from the summary, it’s a young reader but legal), violence

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader

Word Count: 4.2k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

The compound was empty when you woke up. You checked your phone to see two separate texts, one from Bucky and one from Tony. Both saying the same message. They had been called on a mission. Nothing long, they should be back in a few hours. End of the day at the most. You still had a few days left of your probation period before you could leave the compound and go on missions with them. You had been assisting with tech from the compound if you could but whatever this mission was, they didn’t need you for it. You grabbed your laptop from the desk and took it to the kitchen. Since no one was here, you left your headscarf on.

You finally had a real break and could finally shop for new clothes and your room. Tony said to knock yourself out, apparently the compound had its own credit card and the information was already on your laptop. You grimaced as you hit the check out button.

Tony said go wild but it was still a lot of money, you were curious how much all the Avengers have spent in total. You put food in Goose’s bowl— Sam had bought her feeding dishes a few days ago— and sat down on the couch when the shopping was over. The clothes were expected to come in a few days, everything for decorating your room would be a week wait. Some of the smaller trinkets could take longer.

It was a little after lunch and still no one was back at the compound and you were getting bored of watching TV— you couldn’t wait for the other levels of the compound to be open to you, you really wanted to check out the pool room, the spa… or just go outside. You stepped into the elevator. After changing and doing your hair into two plaits going down your back, you pressed the button to the training room. Now that your hair was in the two braids, you would probably keep it like that for a few days just so you wouldn’t have to do it. You made your way over to the punching bags, choosing one that blocked your view of the door.

Goose had come to the training room with you but soon disappeared to wherever after awhile of you working out. Tony had installed buttons on the elevator at cat-level so Goose would stop taking the stairs (the alerts to his phone from F.R.I.D.A.Y. were starting to annoy him). Your foot made contact with the bag just as Steve’s face popped out from around it, he was holding onto the bag to stop it from hitting him. The surprise of Steve caused you lose balance and fall. He helped you up.

“You guys are back already?” You asked as you stood up.

“Just me, Natasha, Bucky, and Sam. We split into teams for the mission… you didn’t wrap your hands?” Steve looked at your bare knuckles.

You eyed his outfit, it wasn’t the Captain America suit but exercise clothes. “The first thing you do when you come home from a mission is train? You’re not tired?”

Steve chuckled. “Wasn’t a hard mission. Besides, I came down to blow off steam.”

“Didn’t catch your guy, just a couple of goonies?”

You watched him go to the cubby holes and grab tape and wraps.

“Yeah, how’d you know?” Steve came back and grabbed your hands to wrap them. “Don’t answer that. Captain things, forgot.”

You quirked and eyebrow as he wrapped your hands but didn’t say anything. He was apparently very bothered by the fact you were punching the bag with no protection. Steve knew that if the bags could bruise even his knuckles after a while, yours would be damaged too. Steve let go and grabbed one of the heavier bags from the floor to hook it up.

You shamelessly watched him lift the heavy bag over one shoulder and walk it to a hook by you. His muscles flexed as he wrapped his hands. Steve was definitely easy on the eyes. He began punching the bag and that brought you out of your staring to return to your own. Every now and then, Steve would look over when you would kick the bag— the flash of your shoe would catch the corner of his eye.

“You got any music?” you asked as you took a break to get water.

“Um, Peter said to check out a Panic! At The Disco.”

“Right, your notebook… hmm, panic’s good.”

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. put on Panic! At The Disco, please.”

Brendon Urie’s voice soon flowed through the speakers of the gym. Steve stuck to the bag while you unwrapped your hands and moved to the treadmills. He heard you hum to the songs as you ran. You both stopped when F.R.I.D.A.Y. alerted you that the rest of the team had returned. Bucky threw a tub of ice cream at you and brandished two spoons. You smiled and sat on the couch with him as both of you dug in. Steve went for a protein shake.

“You just come from exercising and you go for ice cream? What was the point of the workout?”

“Are you saying something’s wrong with my body?” you asked.

“Yeah, Cap. Are you saying something’s wrong with the lady’s body?” Sam instigated.

The look on Steve’s face was priceless as it turned red. He was stumbling out an apology. Everyone started laughing.

“Relax, Steve. I’m just fucking with you.”

“Watch it, Lucky Lou. Stevie doesn’t like that kind of language,” Bucky joked.

Steve groaned knowing he was never living the language incident down. While everyone else was focused on Steve’s embarrassment at the hands of their newest teammate, Tony was focused on something else entirely.

“What did you just call Short-stack?” Tony asked.

You eyed Bucky. He set down the tub of ice cream and held you an arms length away with his metal hand. Giving you a smirk, Bucky looked you dead in the eye as he repeated your nickname.

“Lucky Lou.”

Your attempts to get at Bucky were futile. The metal arm was doing its job to keep you in place. Laughter at Steve was now redirected to you.

“Sounds like you belong on stage with Shirley Temple,” Natasha joked.

“I would’ve said one of those jello shots that gets you trashed at the bar,” Sam chimed in.

“Alright, guys lay off.” Steve set down the protein shake. “I think it’s a nice name…”

“Don’t you say it.”

Steve inched his way closer to the hallway. “Lucky Lou.”

“Steven Grant Rogers!”

“Sorry, doll,” Steve yelled as he ran for the elevators.

Bucky let you out of his grip but it was too late cause the doors were closing as you reached them and by the time you got to your floor, Steve was already his room with the door locked.

~~

Tony called you to his lab early in the morning. You had been taken off of probation yesterday night. When you entered the lab— Goose in your arms, Tony was there with three other people you hadn’t met yet.

“(Y/N), King T’Challa of Wakanda, Okoye, and Shuri,” he introduced them.

“Ngaba eli lilungu elitsha eliyingozi?” Okoye asked to the others. (Is this the dangerous new member?)

“Ngokucacileyo,” T’Challa responded. (Apparently)

“Stark wathi uyamoyikisa?” (Stark said he was afraid of her?)

“Ngaba nyhani wayethetha loo nto? Ngaba bukho ubungqina bevidiyo?” you asked excitedly. You were so going to hold this over Tony’s head if you could. (Did he really say that? Is there video proof?)

The three Wakandans looked at you with mild surprise. A brief smile flashed across Okoye’s face. You had looked at them so innocently, as if you didn’t just inform them that you were eavesdropping on their whole conversation.

“Ndiyamthanda,” Okoye said. (I like her)

“Okay, hey. Genius, playboy, billionaire, philanthropist over here that doesn’t speak Xhosa. Can we stick to the common tongue of this lab which is English please and thank you,” Tony spoke up. “Anyway, I called you in Short-stack because our king here has a present for you.”

Shuri held out a small and relatively flat black box. When she opened it you saw four beaded bracelets. Shuri slipped one on either of your wrists and told you to put the others on each of your ankles. Your whole body felt tingly before it died down.

“They’re kimoyo beads, we all wear them.” Shuri held up her own wrist. “Tony said your powers are linked to vibranium.”

“Show them what you’ve got Short-stack.”

You shook the bracelets. Shuri explained each bead was packed with vibranium powder and connected magnetically to form the bracelets. How ever much powder was in each bead must have been a lot you figured because you hadn’t felt this much in control since opening the portal on 563. You knew it still wasn’t enough to cross universes— not that you cared anymore.

You stepped up to a mannequin Tony had set up. You levitated high above the ground shooting magic at the mannequin. You threw a portal at it and then opened another one for it to fall through, landing right next to T’Challa. They clapped when you floated back down gently. You were back.

Of course with your newfound freedom and kimoyo beads, you were ready to start trouble. You opened a portal into Peter’s room who immediately dropped his homework in panic when you just appeared on the edge of the bed.

“You like the new drip, Pete,” you laughed as you stuck out a wrist towards him.

“So you’re one of us now? Full Avenger?”

“Looks like it.”

You high-fived and Peter proceeded to go on a tirade about his excitement for you to join the team. After letting him catch his breath you frightened a few other members, disappointed that Thor and Natasha weren’t in their rooms when you tried, before landing in Bucky’s room. He was reading in a large armchair and didn’t notice you at first. When he was in the compound, Bucky relaxed as much as he could, feeling safe. It wasn’t until you breathed out of time with his breathing that his super soldier hearing picked it up. Bucky looked up from his book in confusion.

“Hey, Buck.”

“Hello?”

“Think fast.”

You laugh as he dodged a magic blast you sent his way. Bucky looked at you with a playful glint in his eyes. You judged the space between you and the Winter Soldier. You figured you had maybe five seconds before he reached you once he jumped out of the chair to chase you. Your fingers quickly worked behind your back as Bucky slowly set the book down. Just as he was about to grab you, you fell back into the portal and popped up in Steve’s room.

“Jesus, (Y/N)!” Steve yelled as you popped up.

You turned around quickly. Steve was about to go take a shower and only had a towel hanging low on his hips. You closed your eyes tight and covered them with your hands while awkwardly saying sorry. Steve scrambled through his drawers to find clothes to put on.

“I see your powers are working,” he said as he put on underwear. He was trying to make small talk to make the situation less awkward.

“Um, yeah.” you held up a wrist with the bracelets. “T’Challa hooked me up with beads.”

“Is it the same amount of power as the shield?”

“A little bit more actually.”

“Hmm… um, I’m wearing clothes now.”

You hesitantly dropped your hands to see a fully clothed Steve. He was in track pants and one of his famously way too tight t-shirts.

“Did you come in here for something?”

“No, I was just running from Buck. Sorry, I don’t normally just pop in unannounced. Just exited to have my powers back.”

“You can finally join us on missions now.”

“Yeah…” you looked Steve up and down. “Think I can take you down?”

Steve put his hands on his hip and raised an eyebrow. “Super soldier and no offense but…”

Steve stepped up to you. He didn’t have to finish his statement, your eyes were level with his chest. You angled your head so you could look up at him.

“Remember when I said I’m magnetically charged? Vibranium doesn’t just give me powers. It’s like a nonevasive super-soldier serum.”

“I wouldn’t want to kill you, doll.”

You felt a light tingle and something told you it wasn’t the vibranium but this new nickname; however, you ignored it.

“Or are you worried I’d kill you?”

You smiled sweetly, enjoying pushing Steve’s buttons. He cocked his head to the side. Steve let out a huff of air but you knew he was thinking it over.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.” Both you and Steve said at the same time.

“Yes, Captains.”

You smirked as Steve’s face broke slightly before returning to game mode. He wasn’t used to sharing his title, even though the position was solely his and he knew that you had no interest leading the team. But the look you had on your face… Steve was always a very competitive person. He wanted to wipe that smirk you were wearing clean off.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. tell everyone to meet (Y/N) and I in the training room. Five minutes.”

“Of course, Captain Rogers.”

You put a little space between you and Steve, no longer feeling like craning your neck to see his eyes. You held a hand out to him.

“Ready to go?”

Steve shook his head. “Portal travel, not really my thing. I’ll take the elevator.”

“Suit yourself.” you shrugged and walked through the portal into the training room.  

Everyone met you in the training room like F.R.I.D.A.Y. requested. They were confused as to why they were being called there. You and Steve were stretching in the ring. You took of your socks so you wouldn’t slip and placed them in the corner.

“Rules?” Steve asked as stretched his legs.

“Only one way to win, other taps-out.”

“No powers. Just fists to cuffs, none of your teleportation.”

“Alright. I’ll still take you.”

“Care to fill us in?” Clint asked.

“I challenged Steve to a fight.”

“Are you trying to die, Short-stack?”

Okoye cut off their protests. The Wakandans were about to leave and head back when F.R.I.D.A.Y. had given the announcement. They were curious and decided the flight home could wait another hour.

“If the girl wants to fight, let her fight.” She gave you a wink.

Steve clapped his hands on your shoulders. You walked to the center of the ring. You nodded to signal the start of the match and Steve wasted no time coming at you. You swung under his arm to avoid the first hit. As you did, you elbowed him in bicep that was outstretched. Steve turned around ready to hit again. You dodged his first arm, leaving you open for the blow to your stomach.

“Jesus Christ, Steve is full force necessary?” Sam asked.

Neither one of you were listening. Besides, Sam’s question was answered when you landed a hit to Steve’s jaw. Everyone got quiet. The force behind your punch actually made the super soldier stagger back a little. You kicked at Steve, switching legs and forcing him to use his arms as defense. He finally caught your foot and pulled you to the ground, pinning your leg to your chest. You let your leg drop further into your chest and then pushed up and used the momentum to flip Steve over you. You stepped over him and grabbed his shirt, lifting him off the mat ever so slightly (it was barely noticeable, Steve was very heavy).

“Tap out.”

You let go and smiled triumphantly. Tony was the first to erupt in applause quickly followed by Peter, Wanda, and Okoye.

“She beat Capscile.”

“Umlo ubufanele ukuhlala,” Shuri said under her breath. T’Challa and Okoye nodded. (The fight was worth the stay)

You took the water Steve offered you. After taking a hard-earned sip, you eyes scanned the mini audience.

“I still want to fight you,” you said to Bucky.

“Gladly Luc— (Y/N/N),” Bucky stopped himself when you raised a fist. It was all play, you never actually minded (but you did still think it was weird sounding with Bucky’s little accent).

Bucky stood up and took Steve’s place. If they thought the fight between you and Steve was a musical, the fight between you and Bucky was a whole symphony orchestra. You were trained by the Sergeant himself. The two of you had the exact same moves. Every offense of Bucky’s you could counter and every offense of yours he stopped before the move could even be completed. It ended in a stalemate, both you and Bucky had one fist wrapped around each other’s shirt while the other was raised ready to punch.

“Nonevasive soldier serum,” Steve muttered. “That right there is a goddamn miracle.”

“Well it has lots of drawbacks. Unlike you and Bucky, the only thing I am is stronger. Still get sick, drunk, average stamina.”

“That was average?” Sam asked.

“Okay so a bit above average,” you conceded.

~~

“Bucky, I already told you I fight in shorts. Get over it.”

It had only been a few days since your match with the two super soldiers and Fury called about a mission over the weekend. Bucky had followed you into your room, looking at the many boxes of furniture in the corner of your room— you were waiting on the final few shipments so you could finally do your room (at least all the clothes had come in). You were regretting ordering the fancy bedframe and matching ottoman set because that’s what was on backorder causing a delay but it was so pretty when you saw it.  

“And I told you it isn’t practical. If you get shot?”

“How much does Natasha’s outfit help? Or Peter’s? Hulk only wears shorts.”

“He’s a giant green monster!”

“I’m keeping my shorts, Buck, that’s final.”

“Can you at least let Stark give you fighting shoes?” Bucky pointed to your ratty sneakers.

“Okay, fine. I’ll let Tony give me new shoes.”

“And a jacket.”

“And a jacket, Buck. Can I go now? Steve and I are training.”

You had been training with Steve (including those awful early morning runs) after showing you could handle your own against him. Bucky let you go and you headed to the gym. Though you hadn’t been to the other levels you enjoyed looking at all the buttons light up when you entered the elevator. You met Steve in the training room. It usually started with the two of you doing your own thing before he taught you some of his moves and vice versa— although because all your moves came from Bucky, he already knew most of them.

The same way you shamelessly watched Steve’s biceps as he punched the bag from the corner of your eye while doing your yoga, he watched your ass on the treadmill when he was lifting weights. Well, not as shamelessly as you. He didn’t mean to the first time. It happened when he heard you humming a song he didn’t recognize. He looked up to ask you what song it was and there it was, jiggling as you ran in a sports bra and bike shorts that he didn’t notice when you first walked in. He couldn’t help but sneak a few glances… that was it. Just glances. That was normal right? Natasha glances at the boys all the time, and Thor would glance at Maria Hill whenever she was briefing them on a mission.

~~

Missions with you added to the team went smoothly. Granted they were small missions. S.H.I.E.L.D had gotten a lead on something pretty interesting, potentially tied to HYDRA but it wasn’t very clear. These small missions were mainly recon to gather as much information as possible before the main event. You were sitting in the conference room with the others as Fury talked.

“Abel Bolton is our next main target. He’s the son of the Senator Lance Bolton and top of the class in bio-med at Harvard. We think he and the senator know something about our little killer game.”

The game was the potential genocide of a group of people. Once again, powerful people trying to shape history in the way they want with no regards to the lives they step on in order to achieve it. Natasha had gotten intel before you had shown up at the compound that the senator was potentially one of the donors funding this project. It was assumed by the team that whoever was behind this would try to make it look like an accident, after all a mass genocide is pretty noticeable. You were all just trying to figure out what they would use and when they would strike so you could stop it.

“The Boltons are throwing an elaborate fundraiser ball in a few weeks. This would be the most efficient time to strike, Abel is known to have loose lips with women and can’t quite hold his liquor. We’ll let you know if an opportunity arises for something sooner. But right now you’re needed on the quinjet. Abandoned secret HYDRA factory.”

“When we say abandoned?” Wanda asked.

“Crawling with guards and maybe unstable experiments. We want it taken care of within a small radius. You’re dismissed.”

Everyone suited up and went into the quinjet. You sat in between Peter and Steve. While you and Peter played games with each other, you had one of your earbuds put in your ear. The other one was in Steve’s.

Both of you were slowly getting through the music recommendations of the team as they attempted to catch Steve up to the 21st century and you to all the good artists that didn’t exist in Earth-563. And you meant slowly, the team kept adding songs to the playlist it seemed like it would never end. You turned your head away from you and Peter’s game as Steve set the phone back down on the armrest between you two.

“I liked that song,” you said looking at the side of his face.

“The EDM? It was noise.”

“You’re noise.”

Steve snorted, “Really, doll? That was the best comeback.”

The quinjet landed softly away from the factory. Fury wasn’t able to give you numbers on how many guards or unstable HYDRA projects. You didn’t like it when you entered the factory. It was too quiet. The only thing you could hear was the breathing of everyone else in your comm. You split up to check the factory with the agreeance to meet back up at the front or if someone called for back up. You were paired Bucky. As soon as you split, everything went sour. You and Bucky managed to be the unlucky two to find out where everyone was hiding. And they were waiting for you.

“Guys were gonna need a lot of backup,” Bucky said as he started firing.

You flew through the agents avoiding bullets and knocking them out as the rest of the team arrived. You circled back to Wanda, since the two of you had the most similar powers you fought with your backs together as protection. It became clear why the rest of the factory was empty. All the guards were protecting a file room. Files you all knew you needed access to.

“(Y/N), cover Natasha.” Steve’s rang in your comm.

“On it, Captain.”

You floated above Natasha, knocking out guards with magic balls. You couldn’t send them through portals. The rest of the team was constantly moving and you didn’t want to risk dropping guards right on top of them. You stood watch while Nat grabbed a flash drive and plugged it into the computer. The Avengers had the guards handle outside, the occasional guard that turned to fight you was taken out before they could reach Nat.

“All done, let’s go,” Natasha said, yanking the drive out the computer.

You heard the guard yell ‘stop them’ in Russian. You were blindsided as an experiment came at you. Her skin looked like it was on fire right underneath the surface. You felt your arm twist in pain from where she had grabbed you. You started to engage in a fight, her sharpened teeth snapped at you. You watched the skin bubble as you fought her. The more she fought and angrier she got, the more it bubbled. You threw a portal on the wall of the factory right behind your teammates.

“She’s gonna blow. Go, now!”

Everyone raced through the portal. You followed behind them but the experiment jumped on you. She bit hard into your shoulder, the same side as the arm she twisted. You cried out in pain as you ripped her from your shoulder and dove through the portal landing on the floor of the quinjet. The team saw the start of the factory being blown up by the experiment before you closed the portal. You stayed on the floor of the quinjet clutching your shoulder that was bleeding profusely. The experiment’s teeth were definitely worse than that time you got shot with three bullets at once, but didn’t shed any tears.

You were vaguely aware of multiple people calling your name but couldn’t hear anything past the ringing in your ear. The ringing was coming from the tingling of your powers. You were trying to heal yourself like back on 563, you weren’t lying when you told Bucky that you healed just fine. But here it was clear that just like a portal back to 563, the power needed to heal yourself was out of your ability currently. You still didn’t shed tears as someone sat you up and removed your jacket despite the cry from your shoulders. The tingling stopped slightly as Steve removed one of your bracelets from your wrists, taking beads and placing one in each of the teeth marks to stabilize and stop the bleeding.

Steve walked around to crouch down in front of you. Your eyes were still spaced out but more focused than a moment ago. You didn’t respond when he called your name. Steve removed the other bracelet and then the two anklets. With the tingling gone, you snapped back into focus.

“Status report, Captain (L/N).”

“I’m good, Steve.”

He helped you up and guided you to the seats. Steve held onto the beads so you wouldn’t lose them. You had quickly passed out from the pain and rested your head on his shoulder. When it was his turn to fly the jet, Steve gently lifted your head and waited for Bucky to take his spot before setting you back down.

(Part 5)...

[teenage-idiot]

In the Blink of an Eye - 15

Avengers Age of Ultron | Quicksilver x Female Reader Fan-fiction.

*WARNING SPOILERS*

Contains strong language, sexual references and mentions of death.

1112 words

CHAPTER 15

As I made my way towards the elevator, I met up with Wanda who was just coming out of her room. 

"Y/n! Oh my gosh you look gorgeous!" Wanda exclaimed.

"Oh thank you," I said, a blush creeping up on my cheeks, "so do you."

Wanda was wearing a floor-length, black, long-sleeved dress, complete with a diamond necklace and earrings. Her hair was styled to one side and her make-up consisted of red lips and smoky eyes, giving her that sort of, edgy look. She did look amazing.

We walked to the lift together and got to talking about the most random things. It wasn't until we were in the lift that something caught her eye.

"Wow I didn't know you had a tattoo," Wanda said with wide eyes.

The tattoo was the phases of the moon, starting at the base of my neck, and travelling all the way down the middle of my back, ending at about the same height as my hips.

"Oh, yes," I said softly, "Hydra gave it to me as a mark of how I was made. You see, when they were experimenting on me, they decided to try out a new way of experimenting on humans. They used moonlight to aid them in their experiments, hence why I can control water, just like how the moon controls the tides. I don't know exactly what they did or how they got it to work, but I guess it did the trick."

Wanda stared at me for a minute, possibly unsure of how to reply.

"Well I like it. I think it shows who you are, and symbolises you overcoming Hydra and breaking free from them," she said, passion evident in her voice as she spoke.

"I never thought about it like that," I said, a smile making its way onto my lips.

I turned my head to the elevator doors, as we had arrived on the ground floor.

The elevator doors opened and everyone was standing around talking, until they noticed us.

Everything went silent, making me feel awkward and uneasy. At first I thought they were looking at Wanda, but all eyes seemed to be on me. I couldn't guess why. I mean, I looked nice, but I didn't look that nice.

Wanda nudged me in the side playfully, earning a small glare from me. I took a step forward and cleared my throat. 

"Well, this has been fun, but shouldn't we get going?" Clint spoke up.

"Yeah, let's go," Steve said, breaking away from the crowd.

I locked eyes with Pietro for a second and felt myself blushing again, so I quickly looked at my feet and began to walk with Wanda.

I saw Clint elbow Pietro in the side, before saying, "come on kid, you can look at her later, but right now we're going to be late."

This caused me to laugh a little as I walked along, heading towards the front doors of the building with everyone else. 

"Hey you," Natasha said as she joined up with Wanda and I, "You know, you look pretty amazing tonight kid. You got everybody staring."

"Well, I have you to thank for that," I said.

"It's no problem," she said, giving me a warm smile.

We all walked out of the building and towards the cars parked just outside. 

"Okay, so Natasha, Clint, y/n and I, we'll be in this car," Steve said, gesturing to the black Bentley.

"Cool, so we're in this car then," Sam said, walking towards the black Ferrari.

"Nice cars," I said in awe as we all got into our respective vehicles.

"I know, right?" said Steve, holding the door open for me so I could get in.

I was sat next to Nat in the back, while Clint was in the passenger seat and Steve was driving.

"Looks like somebody has a little crush on you y/n," Nat stated.

"What?" I said, feeling slightly confused.

"Pietro?" she said, as if it were completely obvious.

"What?" I repeated, feeling completely lost at this point.

"Oh come on y/n, don't tell me you haven't noticed," she scoffed as she glanced out the window.

"Noticed what? What is there to notice?" I questioned.

"You're telling me you haven't noticed the way he looks at you? The way he acts around you? The way he talks to you even? I mean it's written all over his face the way he feels about you," she said.

"What? No. It's not like that," I said.

I refused to believe for a second that he actually liked me. It just wasn't possible. There was no way I was going to let myself get caught up in my silly, one-sided feelings for Pietro.

"Oh it's just like that," she stated matter-of-factly, "he's crushing, and he's crushing hard."

"Oh it's more than a crush," said Clint, butting into our conversation, "he is totally star struck with you. I think he really likes you y/n."

"No, now you're just being ridiculous. Steve are you hearing this?" I asked.

"Yeah I am, and I have to say y/n I've noticed it myself as well," he said.

'That was not the answer I was hoping for,' I thought.

"And from what I can tell, you feel the same way he does," Steve said.

This earned an outburst of laughter from both Natasha and Clint.

"Oh my gosh, no!" I said, perhaps a bit too quickly.

"Don't even try to deny it y/n," Nat said through her laughter.

I groaned and rested my head against the car window, tilting it slightly so I could gaze up at the sky. A billion thoughts were swimming around in my head, all of them to do with Pietro.

We soon pulled up to the party, and I began to feel a bit uneasy. I slowly got out of the car and steadied myself so as to not fall over my own feet.

"Hey," said a husky voice from behind me. 

'Pietro,' I thought.

"Hi," I smiled up at him, feeling just slightly embarrassed after having an entire conversation about him in the car a minute ago.

"You look really beautiful," he said.

I could feel my cheeks heat up as soon as he said this.

"Thank you," I said, looking down at my feet in an attempt to cover up the blush.

"Star struck," Clint whispered as he walked past me.

I shot him daggers, to which he just laughed.

"Everybody ready?" Steve asked.

"Ready as we'll ever be," said Sam.

Pietro extended an arm out to me.

"Shall we?" he said.

I linked arms with him, and took in a deep breath.

"Let's do this."