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anantaru · 1 year

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𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘

the countless nights you have spent in your home, lonely, with dottore preferring his work over your marriage and you ultimately reaching your breaking point.

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୨୧ WARNINGS: nsfw, fem! reader, oral sex (fem! receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, cumming inside, dottore n reader are married, petnames: wife & love, accusing of cheating, toxic relationship, arguments, mentioning divorce.

how did it end up like this?

over the years, how many times did you ask him to stay? just this once. but instead you watched him leave you, leave you behind with your throat tightening after his last words, your unshed tears of sorrow and hatred raging in your core. You felt shame, grief, beginning to understand the only options you had left.

you couldn't live on like this, not with dottore treating you this way. It was natural to cry, to free yourself from the anger and resentments you continued to hold towards your husband, but why weren't your tears coming out? Why was it so unbelievably difficult for you to voice anything, just something in order to feel better.

with this in mind, you balled your fists together in great frustration with your knuckles turning white, the discomfort of your fingernails digging into your palm came secondary. It was clear that something so little couldn't possibly add into the agonizing suffering you already experienced. You wondered if he ever noticed your misery, curious if he indeed watched you dissolve into complete despair, madness.

was your marriage really just of convenience to him? nothing more than a contract which meant nothing to him in the first place other than having someone in his home, who'd look after the house, do the laundry and put up a fake demeanor, so fake anyone would believe that you were a happy married couple, building a future together.

then the thought was there, the voices in your head dueling each other as your lips formed around deeply hidden agony. These moments of abandonment made you wonder if your husband was romantically involved with another person, someone who might've made him happier than you did.

you crossed your arms around your body, stilling your fingers and holding yourself. It was embarrassing, laughable, that you couldn't even remember the last time he had touched you, caressed you, simply looked at you.

that's okay, maybe it was for the better, you did love him but you couldn't force him to hold the same feelings towards you.

silence, nothing more than dead silence began to dwell in you as you sank deeper towards the worst accusation you had come up with, yet why would the confirmation of dottore having an affair actually bring you peace? for some utter disturbing reason you at least, would have an answer to your pleas.

powerless, you decided to choose the only right route you deemed necessary to be taken, that being to pack your things and leave him. The thought of dottore coming home to an empty bed was for whatever reason hilarious to you, not of the reason someone might think, but more because you were doubtful he'd actually care. Maybe he'd be happier and could finally bring his affair to his home with you out of the picture.

clear, that you made up your mind, you walked towards the bedroom which you shared, upon opening the door you felt as if someone grabbed your stomach and squeezed hard, you couldn't believe you were actually pulling through with this, placing your lower lip in between your teeth to bite down and get done with it already.

the smartest thing right now was to take the most important essentials with you, you could always get back and take the rest another time while he was at work.

you grabbed a small suitcase which was stored under the bed, pulling it on top of the mattress before messily throwing the most crucial necessities such as spare clothes and bathroom articles in it, making haste when you zipped the suitcase together, taking it with you.

as luck would have it, in that moment you noticed the front door opening with your husband walking right past it, wiggling out of his jacket before placing it on top of a drawer together with his mask.

your body was stiff upon realizing, anxiety took a hold of you with the thought of you fainting being a far better outcome than him deducting that you were indeed leaving right now. Your pulse beat a hundred to the minute when dottore turned around at last, spotting you with the suitcase in your hand while he closed the front door to your home.

"you going somewhere?"

in your confused and scared state of mind you couldn't think nor process the words that just left his lips, an open mouthed stare leaving you dumbstruck in front of him. The grip on your suitcase tightened with it already paining your hand. Dottore's gaze was intimidating, drifting to your face with his brows slightly rising, "i asked you something."

it couldn't have gone all according to plan, you figured, chewing on the soft inside of your cheeks before trying to appear more confident in your mannerism, shifting in your stance with your legs feeling numb, "yes." you kept your body turned towards him, in an attempt to show that you were dead serious with your response. "yes, what?"

"yes, i'm leaving."

considering the possible outcomes you had played over in your mind, none of them seemed to become reality as dottore didn't talk back, more so was he quiet, silent but with his eyes still fixated on you. His face was tired, something in his expression gave you the feeling that he was annoyed, displeased as he sighed out. "i have to go back to work, we'll talk about this later."

you watched in horror as he withdrew, again, not even putting the slight minimal effort into discussing things with you. It was clear that the 'we'll talk later' response was only a filthy lie to get away from this uncomfortable situation again.

as you watched him grab his jacket from the drawer you took all the anger and frustration in your hand, deciding that you had about enough of it.

"i'm going to be gone once you're back."

you repeated yourself, deciding to put pressure behind your legs as you walked towards the front door, still wobbly on your footing yet that didn't hold you back this time, with dottore obviously right next to the doorframe. His arrogance was continually warped by his passions and experiments, dottore was aware that his request was unreasonable, and yet your response angered him regardless.

"you're not leaving."

at the silence, you turned away aiming to simply walk past him yet as you set out to do so, dottore quickly got a hold of your wrist, forcefully spinning you towards his glare.

"how often do i have to repeat myself?" the scenario you were currently witnessing, the one you were facing, somehow pushed you to stand up for yourself yet when feeling his touch on your hand, his eyes on your person and that he actually looked at you right now, the emotions in you folded.

"do you love me?" a thick veil of panic shrouded in you upon realizing what you just hit him with, your voice broke in midst your sentence as your vision became blurry. Dottore carefully let go of your wrist before rubbing his face and eyes with his hands, oblivious to your saddened expression, "why would you ask me that?" ignorance seemed to be the bottom of all your arguments, the hostility in his voice was clear as day.

"i want an answer or i'm gone." in all seriousness, putting him in front of an ultimatum didn't seem like the optimal route to take, but at this point you simply couldn't fathom what was going on in this marriage and were it all went wrong in the first place. "is that pricy ring on your finger not enough proof of my love to you?"

whether it was the growing anger in your mind or the gullibility of his response, you resumed to stand your ground. "this ring is the last proof of this failing marriage." you spat, holding the back of your hand in front of his face with your ring prancing on your ring finger.

the desperation was in your voice with each step forward into the conversation, your heartbeat continued to grow stronger, pounding in your ears.

dottore clicked his tongue, the additional loudness of your reasoning infuriated him further as he yet again, got a hold of your wrist to push your hand off his face. "i do not have the time to possibly discuss this with you right now." he made sure to punctuate his last words particularly well, so well they somehow sounded threatening as his intimidating aura filled the room.

any other day you would've agreed to whatever he was saying, despising whenever you would argue with each other, lastly letting it go and acting as if he didn't treat you like absolute dog shit. However, not tonight, you already came this far, you could very well go all in now, it didn't matter anymore and it wasn't certain to know when the next chance of having him tied to an actual conversation would happen again.

"is there someone else? because if so just spit it out already."

dottore looked at you with a dumbfounded expression before he had to stop himself from laughing, because right now, in this very moment, in his eyes, if anyone had something to be ashamed of, it certainly wasn't him. "you're ridiculous, unbelievable." his mocking tone provoked you, asking yourself if the oh so smart harbinger of the fatui hadn't even realized how poorly he had treated you all this time.

"you barely talk to me anymore nor do you touch me or even look at me, how can you possibly not understand where i'm coming from?"

dottore opened his mouth in protest but decided to not speak back nor reply with anything nasty in return. He studied your mannerism and realized how distressed you were with your voice only enhancing said feature on you. In truth, he never considered a world where he'd have to live without you, work has swallowed him in completely and he just couldn't set his mind onto other things.

"what do you want me to say? you know how important my work is." most of the time, dottore was cutting himself off from anything that could possibly hurt him, yet upon getting the taste of your infuriating accusation of him being unfaithful, his emotions grabbed a hold of him, entering his thoughts with anguish forming all over his face. To protect himself, his mind normally took a step back whenever he felt slightly overwhelmed, overly stressed or targeted.

you didn't speak anymore, you wanted to leave as it seemed like this argument would end like any other argument before, leading into nothingness, just emptiness and pointing fingers towards each other.

"this is going nowhere." you blinked back a tear, your stomach grasping together as if someone had teared you open from the inside.

"i'm done with this marriage, let me pass through." you continued in a broken voice, you felt weak on your knees as dottore intentionally blocked the door from you, shaking his head. The grip on your wrist loosened up, with him ultimately drawing his hand to your fingers to intertwine them with his own. You let him, curiosity holding a significant grasp on you.

"don't go now."

you didn't expect him to beg, it was beneath him, really. The only somewhat affectionate thing dottore could get out, and not to mention, push past his giant ego, was a little change in his voice, it'll become smoother and more relaxing to listen to.

"i haven't realized how much i had neglected you." his free hand wandered towards your face, placing it softly on your cheek before wiping yet another escaped tear away with his thumb. The lifeless, despairing look in your gaze wasn't going away after a single sentence from him, it sounded sincere yet you grew more tired, your muscles were sore and aching.

"i have never been unfaithful to you, i want you to know that." without finishing his sentence, dottore had begun to run his hand into your hair, slightly tightening his grip on you before pulling you closer until your lips were merely a few inches away from one another, "you're everything to me." his hand let go of yours, placing your chin in between his thumb and pointer finger when drawing you close to his cold lips, adding a subtle kiss on you.

each movement of his carried a sense of strong control and authority, something about the way he was slightly smiling into the kiss was having you short of breath, with your skin tingling at the long forgotten play of intimacy. You melted into his embrace, sighing out with the worries dissolving in your body.

at this, you decided to pull away, your face located with warmth as his expression became flustered, with his cheeks fading a small hue of redness. Your hands rested on his chest, his red eyes slightly spent from the lack of sleep he must've gone through. "stay here with me." the way he said it without a single doubt in his voice, each word was intently calculated and polished before leaving him.

"i thought you had to go back to work." the question was warranted, yet you were content, the increase of affinity had your body excited, electrified. "pierro can wait, i prefer to stay here with my wife." he cherry picked his words with clear intention as you laid your head on his chest and hugged him.

delicately, dottore slid his hands over your hips before embracing you back, placing his chin on top of your head to stay like this for a moment. It wasn't when you decided to look up, the memory of your kiss making your insides warm with you leaning forward to place another tender smooch on his lips, savoring it.

dottore's touch softened at your submission, a blush igniting from his face with him lovingly taking in everything you gave him right now. "come with me." with the sudden whisper he voiced, he smiled deeply at you. You nodded, allowing him to take you, hold your hand in his when you walked towards your shared bedroom, nostalgia feeding into you.

on this night, the silence was comforting, welcoming, even the chilly room couldn't shake off the feeling of safety in your heart. His hands on your body were a welcoming sensation, you didn't even realize how much you had missed him on you. You carefully helped each other dispose of your clothing, garment after garment falling down the cold floor as you lowered yourself down on the soft bedsheets with him following suit.

consequences were undoubtedly going to come your way, nevertheless, you were happy, thrilled, that dottore did for one, always remain faithful to you and second, was now, giving in the desire to touch you, caress you and please you.

no longer could you resist him, spreading your legs as he placed himself right in between you with his erected member resting on top of your aching cunt. With each passing moment you melted into him, his lips peppering your neck with wet kisses while drawing south, nibbling on your tender skin downwards. The room was dimly lid, yet you could clearly view his red eyes on you, they were dominant, starving.

your flesh erupted with goosebumps with his first of many kisses on your warm clit, the tingling nerves anticipating further care from him. Dottore prodded his tongue out, flicking it over your sensitivity with your nipples hardening on sight. Your inner voice finally kept quiet for once, letting you enjoy the newfound intimacy with your husband.

dottore proceeded to work his tongue on you while also placing his middle finger against your hole, you trembled when he pressed his digit into your sex. Your significant wetness was coating him, swapping his tongue inside your folds before sucking the flesh in, pulling away. His mouth explored your every inch, his nose messily bumping against your soft mounds with your hand digging into his hair, keeping him there.

your lips slumped into mindless pleading, with dottore obliging, knowing full on well what you needed. "your taste love, i missed it." he made no attempt to not make your cheeks rise up with heat, to have you writhe underneath him, not to mention with you succumbing to all of his attention on your neglected cunt. He continued to noisily suckle and lick around your womanly folds, adding another finger to split your hole, making sure to have you properly prepared and wet for him.

the surges of your arousal on his fingers made it clear that you were close, so close you were practically dancing around your release. "come for me." dottore panted with his warm breath tickling your bundles, his voice was low, patient, pushing his fingers back and forth your heat with his tongue delving back in and lapping up your essence.

your toes curled as you dug your hands into his hair, arching your spine off the mattress when you came on his tongue, finally being grazed to experience the sensation of an intense orgasm you were neglected from. Dottore waited for you to come down from your climax, pumping his fingers in and out your quivering hole before pulling away, brushing the residue slick off his chin.

"you were amazing, dear wife." his voice was tinged with both lust and carelessness, drawing out sloppy kisses on your belly, then breasts. You let him explore and spoil you, tenderly wrapping his lips around the erected nipple while fondling with the other one, not leaving anything unturned on your body.

dottore wanted, no, he needed to make it worth your while, crossing his wet muscle over the bud while circling it around, featherlight, before hollowing his cheeks on your mound of flesh, pulling away. You were beyond turned on, more than that, drawn to him in ways you never were before.

those feeling must've developed from the abandonment you had suffered from, coming from when dottore never actually was at home, and if he was, it was merely to take a nap or shower.

you appreciated how attentive he was tonight, allowing you to fully focus on yourself while he was indulging in you, giving your breasts a final kiss when turning his face up, your body flushed to his. No longer did you have to mourn his absence, clamping your arms around his waist as he towered over you, taking a hold of your cheek with one hand to gather you into a kiss.

"i need to feel you."

the thought put an extra amount of excitement in you, urging you to pull him closer, kiss and taste him on your tongue.

his painfully erected member was begin to hurt him, in truth, dottore was very much frustrated himself, he had discarded his own personal cravings with his days merely containing to wake up, go to work and sleep in what happened to look like an endless circle without a way to escape.

with that, he placed his attention on you, not only being able to hear your heightened breathing, more so feel your chest heave up and down in thick spurts, his gaze falling down south in between your bodies with his stiff cock on top of your glistering folds. Dottore lightly nipped on your lips while lining himself up with you, you held your breath, the sigh causing your jaw to involuntary gape open.

"don't keep your eyes off me." his eyes expressing delight.

shakily exhaling, you welcomed him in you with your walls falling around his girth beautifully. Dottore had his head on your neck, emanating a deep groan which broke free from his throat upon melting into you.

this time, his entire body pushed into yours, rubbing his hips into your heat when his lips leaped over your sensitive neck, a slight hint of his teeth grazing on your flesh.

dottore swallowed a laugh when hearing you cry out, he kept touching you featherlight, gently, enjoying the sounds that rose from you with the way his hips worked on your sweet cunt. He held your gaze, your eyes emerged with desire, lust, sensing nothing but your hammering heartbeat on his chest.

his lips slightly parted after every thrust, he knew he needed this as much as you did, taking advantage of the momentary peace to try to catch his breath with your nails holding onto his back, branding his skin with crescent formed love buds. His little words of admiration sounded put together, well thought out and flooded directly to your aching core.

it's that word, that simple word that would affirm you were his, four letters, one syllable, when he called you his wife after carefully placing his lips on yours, you were certainly the happiest person alive.

your hands flew over his ever so pale skin, distinctively eliciting the scratched red marks and making them glow. Dottore pulled your hand in his own, placing it above your head before increasing the rhythm on his hips, steadier, deeper, not to mention closer to your release.

"you're gonna make me cum", you told him softly, letting your eyelids fall shut at his punctuated ruts, "i know, love, i can feel you." his words turned into soft groans, drawing them out in this erotic situation, "how do you want me?" his nose nudged yours fondly, a twinkle in his eyes, comforted by the slick and warmth surrounding his length.

"i don't care, just make me cum please." you squirmed with your voice untying a sudden urgency. A low rumble emancipated from dottore when hearing your words, he treasured the trust you continued to have, not to mention when you left the choice in his hands alone, fully offering yourself to him.

with such invitation and soft spoken words, dottore briefly tightened his hands around your knees, bumping them against your chest without him ever slipping out of your hole, keeping himself there with now being able to reach further. The intentions behind his movements were evident, his features relaxing before he established the newfound pace on your body.

within the whirlwind of emotions, you desperately clammed down on his shaft, with this position your heart was racing, dipping into the mattress with soft gusts of breath departing from your lips. The raw drag of him was somehow more extreme, pursing your mouth when you felt a bead of sweat going down your collarbone.

you wordlessly begged him for your release, his hips bucking and developing in rough shudders when you grasped around his girth, the fine hair sitting off your neck before you rose your spine from the mattress, welcoming your climax on your body.

"you're mine." the soft hearted sentence fell on deaf ears, feeling the resistance in your tiny hole when he pushed himself through the tightness, a form of relief in sight. "i love you too." the whines and moans you couldn't stop yourself from making, pulled out of you in loud bursts, enough to have you desperate, aching.

you felt yourself seize in between rough touches, with you finally coming undone around his cock, the simultaneous pulsating torment of his stiff member embraced the overstimulation in you. You cried out as his hips were relentless, jerking desperately into you with him twitching violently. It was almost, not quite but more than he could take, the sensation radiated and melted from his chest while transferring down to his cock.

you stretched your arms out to encircle him in an embrace with dottore obliging, savoring the taste of you climaxing together, spilling his thick seed over your insides with the warmth taking a hold of your whole body, his face intent with concentration as he emptied himself completely.

appealed with your response, dottore kept himself buried in you, desire fought him for a taste, a kiss, decending upon you with his lips taking yours. Your delicate hands were digging into his hair, it felt surreal, he was still here with you, to finally have his touch on you for this long, his body and his attentiveness.

looking down in between your bodies, your skin sheened with sweat and filthy fluids, you were floating, body and soul satiated and pleased with his caring actions touching you deeply. For a long time, you do not move, his cock was gradually softening as dottore pulled out with his seed oozing from your hole, slicking up everything along your behind.

there were still loose ends to this marriage, arrangements that had to be added or removed for you to work on together. "i will do everything in my power to make you happy." there was silence after his declaration, putting his hand on top of your chest to memorize your heartbeat before drawing his breath out slowly.

"i love you." his words felt like a desirable distraction throughout it all. Was it reasonable to stay? to listen to those twisted assurances? your wandering eyes stilled on your husband, with him catching wind of the hidden intent behind your expression. You held your tongue, one second, two seconds, before offering him a response at last.

"i love you too."

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muneca-lemon-steppa · 7 months

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Kisses for Bad Days

Alfie Solomons x Fem!Reader

Warnings: talking about depression, language

A/N: A few days ago I was having what I call a “low day”. Transparently I’m going through my summer of healing, so I’m doing a lot of heart work and sometimes I get down. So I wrote this to just… idk cope I guess. If anyone struggles with this kind of stuff, just know you’re loved, and you’re wanted and needed. - Mo

As an aside, I’m running out of ideas!! Send me some ideas if you wantttt!!

The day started out well enough. The weather had finally turned a sweet cool, and there was a beautiful sunrise. You and Alfie shared a good strong cup of tea, he read the morning paper to you, and you gave a him more than a few kisses goodbye as he left for the office.

It was setting up to be a good day. You had a list of chores you wanted to get done, and a great meal planned out for tonight. It should have been a good day. It should have. It really should have.

Nothing, happened, per say. It was just your thoughts getting in the way. It had been like this for a few years now. Where you would get your hopes up for a good day. Have your plan. Get excited for the day. But as the day went on, you felt your body aches, your heart turning heavy, and your mind would just race without peace. Sometimes, you could control it and push through. But some days. Some days you could only lay back down and cry. Ever since you’ve started living with Alfie, you tried to keep your crying to a minimum, not letting him see you. But he’d caught you sometimes. And he’d worry and caress you, asking what was wrong, if he had done anything. Bless him. He didn’t do anything. He never did anything. Nothing happened. Nothing caused it. It just… washed over you. Shrouded you like a massive blanket that you couldn’t get out from under.

Today was a crying day. You did the best you could. The laundry was never folded. The grand meal in your mind turned into pot roast to roast in the fire for the rest of the day. Then you just crawled into bed. Laying there. Staring into space, watch the plaster on the walls change in shape. Listening to the wind and voices outside your window. Hours passed. Tears fell. And soon enough the evening sun came, and the front door rustled with the sound of Alfie’s boots.

“Darling! Sweetheart I’m home! Oh it smells great my dove. Dove? Darling?”

When Alfie heard the rustling of the sheets, he knew what kind of day it was. He just sighed, taking off his jacket and boots. He hated seeing you like this. Not because it was inconvenient or bothersome. No, just because it broke something deep within him. His darling, suffering so. Alfie was someone who found the solutions. Always had the answer. Always was able to piece together the broken china, fix the squeaky door, figure out where the draft was coming from. That’s what he does. He makes his sweet heart smile. Makes her day better. That’s what he does. It’s his joy.

Alfie knows the sadness is no one’s fault. He knows that it just is, and maybe one day it’ll leave you. He just wishes he could take it from you. He wishes that if anything, he could hold it for you. He felt helpless not being able to carry it for you. All he could do was be there.

He find you huddled in the sheets and quilts that you’ve made and collected. No longer in the dress he left you in. Your hair is loose, spread around you like another blanket, and you have one of his shirts wrapped right around you like a shield. Alfie changes from his outside clothes, and lifts the sheets and blankets up, “All right little bird, scoot over yeah? Yeah let me get next to you. No no don’t worry about your face and tears I don’t wanna hear it. Now come here, tell your old husband what’s the matter. What’s got my little wife upset. Your mind playing tricks again eh?”

You buried your face in his chest, just letting the tears flow freely. Alfie just hummed to you, patting the top of your head. Eventually, your breathing evens out, and you let your fingers trace the unruly curls on his chest. You finally feel ready to talk, “I don’t know what’s wrong with me Alfie.”

“No no nothing, is wrong with you pet. Ollie, he’s got something wrong with him, that silly little boy. You are perfect sweet heart. So what you let your tears ruin all my shirts?”

“Alfie!!!!!”

“Oh my dove I am just teasing you. No no don’t be cross with me please treacle. You know those shirts were ruined before we even met.”

He places his palm beneath your quivering chin, tilting your face to look up at him, "You're safe little bird. No one is upset with you. You've done nothing wrong my darling."

Though his words were so soothing to your racing mind, you still felt the tears well up, "I just don't want you to feel like I'm a burden."

Alfie shook his head quickly, kissing the tip of your nose, "You've never been a burden to me dove. Frankly, I wish you would be more of a burden. A little too independent, leaving your poor old husband in the dust."

You let out a small giggle, and Alfie felt his heart lighten, and he just pressed your closer to him, "Oh my sweet girl. My sweet sweet girl. I know it hurts. I know. But I'll always be here to hold you. You trust me?"

You nodded kissing the corner of his mouth, "I trust you Alfie."

"Good, but you missed treacle lets try that again yeah?"

You couldn't help but roll your eyes and try to push him away, but his strong arms just pulled you right next to him, allowing him to pepper your face with his scratchy and bushy kisses. Once you both were thoroughly out of breath from roughhousing, Alfie just stared into your eyes, pushing the stray hair out of your face, "I love you so much darling. More than you know. Why don't you take a bath, and meet me in the parlor? We'll listen to the radio and play cards?"

You nodded in assent, kissing him gently but fully.

Days like this were hard. Sometimes it felt like the loneliest island in the world. But with Alfie, there was a saving grace. There you could escape from the loneliness and find safe harbor in his arms. With Alfie, you could survive anything. You could thrive. You could have a beautiful evening. You can feel love where you still need to love yourself.

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familyvideostevie · 2 years

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hi !! can i make a request for domestic fluff with our stevie boy. i’m craving it so bad rn, literally anything from like waking up in the morning with him after moving in together to doing household chores with him - i just NEED.

also just a quick like, thank you for putting your time into this blog, i love your writing so much i think you and upsidedownwithsteve are like my top two writers for steve on this app, i cannot get enough. i dabble in writing here and there but my adhd never lets me finish my wip’s but going through and reading both of your blogs always gets me in the writing mood and i’m pretty sure you guys are the reason i’ve improved too if im being honest. anyways sorry for rambling lolz, just wanted to thank you and praise you for your work bc it’s actually amazing and im love with it <333

wow!! you are so kind to say all of those nice things!!!! <3 u r wonderful. i loooooove this idea, too! thank you for your patience <3 i just wanted to get it right, so here is folding laundry w steve! | 1.2k, fluff fluff fluff, fem!reader

Chore days with Steve are maybe your favorite days. The small apartment you're renting takes quite a bit of elbow grease to keep clean, so you tend to split up the responsibilities and tackle it all at once. Today Steve is cleaning the floors and on kitchen duty while you're handling the bathroom, dusting, and the laundry.

You've hardly seen him -- most of the morning has been you yelling back and forth from different rooms when you sneeze and he says bless you, and singing along to the radio. Every time you pass each other in the hallway Steve pauses to kiss you quick and hard, delighted as if he had no idea you'd be there.

"What're you doing here looking so pretty?" he says. "Unbelievable." In short, your chore days are full of laughter and love. After the bathroom has been scrubbed and the kitchen has been wiped and there's no more dust and Stave has swept and mopped and you've helped him vacuum you find yourself on the floor of your small living room with the basket of fresh, unfolded laundry, just waiting for him.

Okay, this is actually your favorite part: folding the laundry together. Even when Steve does the wash when you're at work or you do it in the middle of the week you both save the folding until you're together. Even if it causes some wrinkles, but who cares -- you just love to sit on the floor and talk while you do it.

"Are you waiting for me?" Steve says, folding the chord of the vacuum and shoving it into the small hall closet.

"'Course I am. But no rush."

"I've been looking forward to this all day, baby. Nothing hotter than pairing up your socks." He grins at you as he fights with the door, giving it a shove that's a little harder than necessary in his need to be on the floor with you.

"Yeah, since you just end up stealing so many of them!" He winks at you and you laugh.

"Shit, I'm so hungry." He plops down on the other side of the basket, the pile of clothes between you as he reaches for a shirt of yours and starts folding. "Cleaning is hard work."

"You say that every time we have chore day, Steve." He smirks and starts to tell you about something Robin did at work this week. Obviously talking to him is great, but you love this routine because you get to just look at him for most of it. Steve looks divine, as always, tired but happy, glowing in the afternoon light of your home. Your chest is a mess of fondness and warmth, your happiness so strong you think it must be shining out of you like sunbeams. Your fingers brush every once in a while and your cheeks heat like it's the first time. Steve wiggles his eyebrows at you whenever he finds a pair of your underwear or a bra, but he folds them tenderly the way you like even as you roll your eyes at him.

It's just laundry, but it's peaceful, it's soft, and it's your life. You're folding clothes that belong to the boy you love in the home you have together. Sometimes it feels like a dream.

"I was serious about being hungry. What do you want for dinner?" Steve asks when you reach the bottom of the basket.

"Well, I don't want us to ruin the spotless kitchen you worked so hard on." You finish off the last pair of socks -- Steve's, with cats on them.

"We could go for a drive and get some burgers. And maybe milkshakes?" He stands and stretches, the soft skin of his stomach and the dark trail of hair exposed. You don't even pretend you aren't staring. He catches you and looks down at himself. "We should probably change first."

He's in mismatched socks and boxers and a t-shirt that's been shrunk and is a little too short for him. You love him so much.

"No, I like you like that."

"Oh, you do, do you? Like me with my belly button out? I see how it is."

"I mean, I look like I got dressed in the dark." Steve reaches down to pull you up, spreading your arms over the laundry basket to look at your outfit. You're in pj pants and a t-shirt that was clearly a gas station buy -- you think Robin bought it and Steve stole it -- and no socks at all. He's looking at you like you're magic.

"Don't even get me started on how you look," he says, his voice deep and gravelly, bright eyes trailing over you. You never feel more beautiful, more wanted, more loved, than when Steve is looking at you.

"Well, good thing we have all these clean clothes," you say, pulling your hands from his to grab a pair of jeans from one of the piles for him. "Put these on. They make your ass look good. Keep the shirt, though." He flushes, flicking his hair back as he takes the Levi's from you.

"My ass always looks good!" He's pouting and you want to kiss him. You just laugh, even though he's right. He snags a pair of jean shorts for you and hands them over before he pulls on his own pants. You shed your bottoms right there in the living room and tug on the clean ones. You can feel his eyes on you the entire time, a gaze you're used to and crave even though as makes you shiver.

"Eyes to yourself, Harrington," you say sternly. "I want a burger and you will not get in my way."

"You sure about that?" He steps around the empty basket and over the piles of folded clothes to slide his palms into your back pockets. "Standing there in a shirt that's probably mine --"

"I think it's Robin's actually, Steve," you interrupt.

"--and taking your pants off in front of me?" he continues over you. "It's like you're trying to seduce me. In my own home!"

"Well, is it working?"

"It's always working, baby." You slide your hands onto his exposed midriff and feel his warm skin, the edges of the scars he no longer hides. Steve leans in to kiss you and you're smiling so wide, unable to contain the happiness. It feels impossible that you're going to spend the rest of your life this happy.

"Food, Steve!" you say against his mouth. He pulls away, a thumb coming to brush against your lower lip.

"Yeah, yeah. There are like, a million dirty things I could say right now, you know?"

"I'm sure there are, baby," you say, patting his cheek. "C'mon." You extract yourself from his hold to put your shoes on, leaving the laundry to be put away for when you're back.

"Hey," Steve says, grabbing his keys and sliding into his sneakers. He just looks at you for a second, face soft and his lips quirked into a small smile. "I love you."

"Hey," you say. "I love you back."

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prismuffin · 1 year

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John Constantine x black male reader (basically Zatanna 🤭) them just cuddling after a stressful day with John being the little spoon

A/n: I love these simple fluff requests- wrote this while blasting Melanie Martinez's new album and GAWD

Cuddle-Bug

John Constantine x black!male!reader

( summary: After a long stressful night your boyfriend John wants nothing more than to cuddle up in your arms )

warnings?: light swearing, mentions of smoking and drinking, PURE FLUFF THO

!-!more under the cut!-!

Another day, another migraine.

John winced as he unlocked the door to his apartment. Lately he's been worked to the bone, stressful days and nights of expelling dark beings from earth aren't easy on the soul. He has substances like cigars and alcohol for when things get too hard on him; though at times like these his splitting headache would only worsen if he indulged in them. Luckily he has one other thing that can weaken the pulsating pain in his head, his boyfriend.

Opening his bedroom door he noticed you standing by the side of your shared bed, folding clothes. You had your earphones in, humming the tune of your favorite song. He took a second, despite wanting to do more than crash in your arms he had to take a minute to admire you. His half lidded eyes scanned over your dark skin, a small smile gracing his lips as he appreciated every detail until his eyes hit your face. You looked so peaceful and comfortable, a smile was on your lips as your head bopped to the music he could only faintly hear through your earphones. Suddenly, your eyes met his and you jumped slightly in shock at the sight of John. A smile quickly replaced your look of shock as you removed your earphones from your ears. Pausing your music, you started walking towards John who was now standing properly. You immediately ingulfed him in a hug, smiling at the feeling of him nuzzling into you. "I didn't hear you come in," you said, pulling back from the embrace just enough to look at his face. It was then that you noticed the large bags that rested underneath his eyes. Kissing his cheek, you rubbed his back as he mumbled something you couldn't make out. He quite literally became puddy in your hands the seconds you hugged him. "Cuddles?" You asked him as you kissed his forehead. He nodded and you let him go, noticing how he attempted to chase after your touch. You let out chuckled as you walked to your bed to remove the half folded laundry. John undressed as you did so, tossing his discarded clothes in a random corner of the room.

You both got into the bed, John immediately grabbing you once you laid down. "How's your head love?" He groaned, "feels like I downed a whole bottle of whiskey then got hit by a bloody bus." You chuckled at his wording, running your hands through his slightly tangled blonde hair. "Maybe you should cut back on the cigarettes and alcohol hun." He only grumbled in response to that. Either he disagreed with you, or your scalp massage was making him sleepy. 'Honestly it's probably both' you think to yourself as you watch John cuddle into you. He always loved to held by you, opting to be little spoon whenever and wherever he could. With how stressful his day to day life is you don't mind comforting your boyfriend whenever he needs it. You often called him your cuddle-bug because of it. He acted like he hated the nickname though with the way he's snuggling up to you right now you think it's rather fitting.

John Constantine,

your cuddle-bug.

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hetr0ph0bic · 1 year

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love it here

tag: shuri x riri

wrd cont : 3.5k

content: hunching im sorry, vibranium strap, mirror sex, choking kink, cream pie, scratching

summary: backshots in the mirror, thts the reason.

translation my love sthandwa - love thando -baby usana-

riri stirred awakes from the queen size bed in the capital palace. covered sheets are black with small golden specs, she looks around the sleek room in search of a clock. 6:01 am great 4 hours of sleep, the engineer rolls her eyes at the lack of sleep. she unravels herself from the fluffy sheets, padding over to the closet and pulls out a black classic wakandan two-piece. sluggishly pulling the long sleeve crop top over her head, slipping on the leggings and sliding on black shoes. taking one good look in the mirror, she heads off to the lab.

it takes her a while to get to the lab, still not completely understanding the route or how things operate here. despite the confusion and the building of a headache, riri is glad to be here. a wonderful way to spend her winter break.

“so ri is it true that the american kids have weeks off of school for christmas time?” shuri sat in a lab chair twirling around and around.

“uhh yeah we do…. do you have something planned?” riri had stopped folding her now clean laundry to look at the phone.

‘‘well I was thinking you could come to wakanda for the break or like one week, so you can spend time with your family also’’ shuri gave a nervous smile

riri rolls her eyes “oh please catch me there for the 2 weeks shuri”

as she steps into the lab, it's dead silent. not a single soul is to be found, all alone, she goes into her assigned work area. She has been working on several projects. updating the iron heart suit and kimoyo beads. trying to make the beads smaller and in different colors, and her suit faster and longer lasting. as she pulls out all the blueprints and clean sheets, the time reads 6:30 am. she is so deep into her brainstorming that she doesn’t notice the lab doors open. in walks the princess in a similar two piece just like riri’s just in a dark purple.

“hmm I had a feeling you were gonna be in here” shuri smiles bright making her way over to the small girl

“yeah I couldn’t get any sleep, so I just came in here, might as while spend my energy doing something” riri stacks away all the blueprints and notes. shuri circles around her, picking up the kimoyo beads blueprint.

“ohh you have ideas for my beads” a hit of disbelief in her tone.

“ well yeah I was thinking what if they changed color to blend in more with clothes or skin and what if they were slimmer to be more undetectable. and what if they have certain versions for the regular citizens and the dora milaje and then what if they had something to detect namor or talokan using the vibranium they wear” shuri has a proud smile platted on her face as riri rambled on about ideas to better improve wakanda’s technology.

“hmmm seems like you have a lot of ideas with wakanda technology” her eyes sweep over riri’s face.

“well yeah” she nervously chuckles, body moving towards the window to look over the city.

“I really love it here, it's safe and…. warm and peaceful it's just…. nice” she smiles looking back at shuri. “speaking of safe, I do have another task for you” shuri grabs riri’s hand gilding her to sit down at her desk, the royal leaning on the table.

“what did i mess up with something” ask worry set all over her face.

“what no love! you've been doing good with school, great grades as always and even staying off the radar with the government. you’ve been so good, I just need you to learn how to fight well. it's honestly for myself to help me sleep at night”

“oh whew, i have no problem learning how to fight- i mean i already know how to defend myself, but im not gonna block more lessons.” riri’s hand is on her heart, chest moving up and down rapidly

“wait but who gonna teach me? please PLEASE! dont say okoye you know she hates me.” riri pleads with shuri.

“no um i guess i can teach you since we have the time, and i can show you around some more” cleaning up the lab they head to the practice rooms.

“you know above is it the kitchen and if you continue this hallway it goes to the courtroom where all the meetings are held.” placing her palm on the scanner the door opens. the pair walking in to a sleek gray room. a big ass mirror covering the north wall from top to bottom. in the middle of the room on the floor is a mat. spears for the dora’s and other skilled set weapons cover the wall. the original lighting in the room changes to warm bright yellows. riri looks around to find shuri playing with the lighting in the corner. at alas, she is satisfied, she struts over to riri in the middle on the mat.

“okay so i want to really get going with close range fighting. so go take your shoes off.” they slip out of there shoes and socks. as they stand in the middle of the mat

“okay so im some big bad man wanting to hurt you and i start running towards you what are you going to do”

“well what time of day is it? are there people around? what am i wearing? is it heels? are we on a hill or grass”

“riri it doesnt matter, what are you going to do?”

“ummm umm” she cant think straight and sweat’s now collecting on her forehead.

“i dont know how about you teach me while acting it out”. with a nod shuri jogs up to riri about to tackle her to the ground but the smaller places her hands under her neck and pulls up, successful locking her in a chokehold.

“okay good nice hold! okay now what if i come from behind you and place you in a chokehold.” shuri arms snake up to her throat and applies pressure, not enough to hurt but enough to feel real. internally, she starts freaking out, vision getting blurry at head hurting. riri tries to pull her arms from her neck, sparing a look in the full mirror against the wall she sees their bodies. looking into shuri’s eyes, she balls up her fist to deliver a light punch to her thigh. as shuri looks down to the hit spot, riri then uses her elbow to push the panther back.

successfully causing them to break up, “did i do good?”

“yeah riri that was good real good” shuri answers, she then without warning tackles riri down to the floor. shuri places her knees on riri’s arms and hands so, riri’s face is fully at the princess mercy.

“what are you going to do riri.” shuri begins to pinch her cheeks, repeating the question. riri swats her head left and right trying to avoid the attacks but failing. she then twists her whole body to the attacks, she then lifts her body on her knees in a bowing position. using all her strength, she stands up from the cradled position.

“okay, you got out of that one but-” before shuri could finish the sentence, the engineer is pushing her down in a similar position. but arms holding herself up on shuri’s shoulders, her thighs straddling the princess.

“I wanted to be the attacker for once”

“oh I bet you did, too bad I'm better than you”

“what” as riri questions, shuri answers by bucking her hips causing her to fall forward. she barely catches herself, thanks to shuri helping stabilize her, arms around her waist. shoulders now above shuri’s head, causing her breast to fall in shuri’s only point of view.

after seconds pass by “ummm hello earth to shuri”

“oh my bad” she resumes by lifting riris hips and placing them on her waist. shuri then easily sits up. shuri now flips riri, so that the smaller’s back is to her chest. placing the engineer in a strong chokehold, nothing like before. riri whimpers, her neck such was a sensitive place for her.

“yeah, we have a lot of work to do before you think about leaving me again” shuri looses the hold just to place one hand on her neck. soft whimpers flow out like a river. trying to mold riri’s body to sit down, she fumbles her body, causing riri to flop down on shuri’s lap. impact causes a weighted “ahhh” to flow from riris mouth. her and shuri freeze, riri eyes clamped shut and tight. wishing the earth would open up and swallow her. literally.

sliding her hands up to her jaw, shuri forces riri to look at her.

“look at me” eyes shakily open “ you okay” riri hesitantly shakes her head approving.

“i didn’t hear you” “its okay” “do you… like it” “i need it- please”

shuri closes the space between them sliding her hand back down to the smaller’s throat. riri kisses her so hard like the yearning and painful pushes of urges are finally worth it. they slowly shift so riri is straddling shuri. the kiss is powerful, down right sinful. loud nosies coming from each other. tongue lapping and lip biting. shuri at one point fully sucks on riris bottom lip, just to bathe in the beautiful whimpers. they break for needed air after centuries. shuri grips riri shirt and tugs her back up to her and they continue, shuri’s hands dipping lower on riri till she’s palming her ass. rocking her back and forth on her thigh as riri breaks apart to voice content.

“mmmm fuck” okoye bust through the practice door. the two lovers jump off each other. shuri shoots daggers at okoye, while riri shameful hangs her head low hiding behind the princess. having completely caught them in the act okoye clears her throat.

“ahh ms willams i knew you loved wakanda and now a special wakandan” she showcases a blinding smile

“there’s a thousand practice rooms, you just had to pick this one” shuri gives a nasty side

“oh please like i went looking for something to make me throw up”

“also this” she waves to the practice room “is how you want to swoon ms riri? INCORRECT!”

riri speeds walk away from the general while shuri just spares are a look

“lock the door next time princess”

shuri jogs to catch up to the engineer “where are you going riri” she doesn’t even spare her a glance just continues, shuri hops in front of riri.

“where are you going?”

“ um um i just need a breath of air yeah, i just need air that’s all”

“well you're going the wrong way” shuri grabs her hand. riri feels like her hand if going to melt off as the princess slowly leads her to her room. they stroll pass by the big bead, they file to the balcony. riri hastily grabs unto the railing, watching the sun slowly going down. wakanda is so beautiful god she loves it here. looking over the warm capital, she is able to see the people come out getting ready for the nasty nightlife. it calms her down. shuri is sitting down on the chairs with the nice outside patio. she springs up as riri walks closer to her, placing a kiss under her jaw riri leans on shuri’s chest

“thankyou”

“sthandwa what for”

“for being here with you and just allowing me to experience wakanda” shuri cups riri’s face and smothers her with pecks

“i truly enjoy you being here with me” ending the pecks with final kiss on the lips.

it starts off light and sweet. easily being able to breath and laugh at the actions. but they each grow hungry. shuri swipes her tongue over riris bottom lips, pulling it in to suck on. the royal’s hands somehow find their way to the smaller’s neck again. riri tangles her hands in the royals hair, gripping and pulling on it. the actions cause the princess mouth to fall open, riri quickly attaches lips again drinking any sound or need from shuri. the others hands mold the younger girl onto her lap again. hands dipping lower and lower till they find riris core. she experimentally swipes her hand over riris clothed pussy. tongues now dancing and applied pressure to the sensitive part. the burning need to explore each other with tongue is morphed into more need. shuri picks up riri showcasing her strength since she took the herb. she places her down on the california king bed. shuri kisses her senseless while running hands all over her body. hands groping and rubbing her breast, and lower tummy. she then pushes riri back on the bed, slotting her knee in between her legs. riri gasps as she bucks on the knee, rutting up and down she begs.

“please shuri please baby” riri grips at her clothed body, back arching off the bed.

“please what princess tell me what you want” tears start to build in the younger’s eyes.

riri she cant fucking think straight, head is spinning “i cant - i don’t know i- i just need to feel you” taking pity on the girl shuri damn near tears the clothes off their bodies. she leaves riri in her panties, wanting to see and feel the wet spot. she goes back to pleasing the other. sucking many deep marks on the others neck, riri begins to shake in her hold. littering her body she slowly, harshly makes her way down from the neck to her the erect nipples. she cups both, nipping and licking one at a time. the princess leans up to meet riri once again. she then sneaks her fingers to touch her lips, after the graze riri opens her mouth obediently. with no hesitation, she swirls her tongue on the fingers and sucks on the two digits. once the spit is dripping pass her knuckles, shuri pulls out. using one arm she pulls off the underwear and bends riri’s body. she pushes the legs of the small girl, opening her wide up. riri’s feet is touching her own shoulders, shuri then dips her hands down and plays with riri folds. she rubs two fingers between her lips. a soft smacking fills the room. as her index finger plays with her lips and clit riri grows impatient. trying to meet the touches, shuri pushes her hips to the bed.

“more baby” shuri doesn't give in, she actually lightens up the pressure. no more than a sometimes soft graze. riri grunts at the playful need and grabs the olders hand. she presses shuri hands down to her core and ruts against her hand. finally she sighs at the long awaited pleasure.

“ready my love” “yeah”

shuri then slowly eases her fingers inside riri, after seconds she slowly pumps in and out. building up the speed and weight, riri then cant control the pants and moans. as she is working her fingers, shuri then begins scissoring her and curling, wanting to feel a certain spot. once she finally finds it she constantly abuses the delicate tissue. making riri run up the bed tears falling down her pretty brown eyes. it feels so fucking good.

“ shuri baby im gonna cum” shuri rips her hand away in an instant.

“what what no please shuri” she chases after her hands

“ shhh wait one sec usana” placing a peck on her lips, she shrugs over to a black dresser and pulls out a strap and a dildo.

“which one” shuri throws them on the bed. riri then sits up to examine the two options, one a double-sided, clear dildo. her hand instantly goes to it, stopping with she sees light out the corner of her eye. she looks over to the other toy. purple and black meets her, the strap is glistening? the veins are so detailed and intricate. purple glowy veins run all the way to the tip. riri pokes the toy, shooting her head up at shuri she shakes her head.

“so you made us a toy?”

“what no i didn’t” she rubs her neck. clearly lying

“right, since you didn't make it, you couldnt tell me what things it couldn’t do right?”

silence fills the room as the have a eye staring contest

“fine i made it!” shuri move to sit next to riri on the bed, picking up the toy she explains “ umm so it like changes sizes and adjust to the person and part? we both would feel the impact or like pressure. also who ever is wearing it, it shoots out their cum” the quickly explains

“how long did it take- actually i dont care put it on, now” shuri slips on the strap. the taller drags riri over to where the mirror is next to the bed. they then slot into the same position as earlier. riri’s back to shuri, and riri sat on the princess lap. angling up correctly, she enters riri. she doesnt feel anything about to question if shuri put it in. then she can feel something expanding in her, growing. shuri then begins slowly thrusting so she can get used to it as it grows to her body. as the toy nears the full size when riri leans down placing her hands on the bed, feeling full. harshly the princess grabs the jaw over her lover looking at her in the mirror. she snaps her hips up at full force, shoving full the toy into riri’s tight hole. the nasty sucking and squishing sounds echo the room. using her strong thighs, the smaller tries to relive the impact of the other.

slamming her back down on the toy

“stop. fucking. running. come on thando doesnt it feel good” shuri whispers the last part in her ear

nodding hysterically “yeah yeah baby feels so good” shuri grabs her neck and in the right hand she grips riri’s waist, using the leverage to slam her down and up on the strap. riri screams as shuri hits the soft sponge part inside her. tears pool down her face as her back arches in a perfect way. her eyes roll back as she grows hungry. “harder princess, fuck me harder” placing her hand down on the hand that grips her wrist, riri then starts bouncing fully on shuri. shuri nips and bites riri’s neck, a failed attempt to hide the moans spilling out from her mouth. riri locks her legs around shuri’s as she rocks her body harder into them. the recoil, sending hits directly to shuri’s abused clit. they both are meeting each other's movements with power, haste, and need. nothing but slaps and wet sounds. their soft pants gradually developed to deeper, drawn out cries and pleads from both lovers.

“fuck ri” she grabs riri face making her look at the princess in the mirror

“you close” a soft breath “yes” comes out.

shuri pulls riri up by her throat. riri scrambles for a new placement, she puts her hands down in front of them, she grips the sheets tightly, knuckles going white. bouncing from behind, she turns her head to look at the princess, shuri tuts at action.

“ no sthandwa look at me in the mirror, when you come you are to look at me” shuri begins to fuck up into riri. with deep, powerful, long strokes while her other hand rubs against riri’s clit. pinching and slapping the sensitve nerve. lifting up the hood and rubbing riri’s clit one last time does it. withing she lets go the sheets, leaning back up she arches her back. hands going to dig her nails in shuri’s neck.

“yes just like that mama, thats it just like that” the smaller scratches up shuri tatted arm as she is sent over the edge. she still continues, meeting shuri thrust. flopping down on toy causing intense vibrations. causing the royal to go over the edge. shuri’s legs spasm as ecstasy over takes her, her thrust sparking and erratic . the toy collects the juices and shoots them into the engineer.

“mmmh baby i feel it in me” with riri fucking shuri into overstim she can see the mixed cum on the toy as it seeps to their tangled limbs. white juices spilling into the thick covers.riri finally slows down exhastion taking over her body. as shuri slips out she slips out of the toy. they both lay backs on the bed as they catch full breaths.

“you good” shuri turns toward her

“hmm hmm” seconds pass, riri in deep thought “shuri…. i still want to use the other toy”

“i had a feeling you wasnt going to let that go”

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cthulhu-calling · 2 years

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Parenting : Shopping Shenanigans

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary : Natasha prides herself on being an awesome wife and mom. So when you have a pregnancy craving, she's quick to indulge you. But actions have consequences and seven months of fulfilling your every craving leaves Natasha needing a new pair of jeans.

Warnings : fluff, parenting, soft natasha

Author's Note : Reader has no specified race or body type, feel free to imagine yourself. This fic has some talk of pregnancy which might be triggering for some people. Please sit this one out if it's not for you. Lastly, if you liked this please leave a kudos or a comment, it means the world to me! Thank you for reading!

Word Count : 1360

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Natasha walked down the stairs to find you on the couch, surrounded by a pile of clean clothes that you slowly made your way through, folding them as some mind numbing reality show played in the background. Giving you a quick kiss, she takes a seat on the couch, the pile of laundry between you as you both continue folding.

When she’s neatly folded the last of the clothes, one of Rosie’s jumpers that your grandma knit for her, she sighs and shuffles closer to you, her head on your shoulder while her hand gently caresses your belly. Seven months along and she couldn’t be more excited. You’ve both decided against a gender reveal party, opting to find out the baby’s sex after birth.

“I think we might actually be able to be in bed at a reasonable hour today,” she sighs into your shoulder, breathing in the smell of the detergent and another familiar scent that’s entirely you.

“Oh, I love it when you talk dirty to me,” you say, putting on an exaggerated sultry tone. You do in fact end up making it to bed at a decent time that night. Natasha was out the door early for her morning run and by the time you woke up, she was already dressed, getting started on breakfast. Guess you were on Rosie duty today.

You woke your daughter up, immediately rushing her into the shower and making sure she was ready for school so Natasha could drop her to the bus stop on her way to work. You were mostly working from home, your job allowing you that flexibility but you suspect you’d have to apply for maternity leave soon. This baby was not kind on your back, forget about your bladder and your feet.

Natasha went off to work, dropping Rosie off at her stop on the way while you dove right in, checking work emails, your phone ringing incessantly. By the time the clock hit five, you were exhausted and craving some banana bread. So that’s what you did. It would be a great snack for Rosie too and it was your neighbour, Mrs. Hernandez’s duty, to collect the kids from the bus stop today.

By the time Natasha got home, the entire house was smelling like fresh banana bread, Rosie and you at the kitchen table as she munched away and you just watched your baby girl with a smile on your face. Peaceful moments like this were always welcome in your household, a respite from the general noiseness.

“Banana bread?’ she asks as she greets you with a kiss on the cheek. She rushes up to change and by the time she comes back down, Rosie is already out the door, playing with the other kids in the neighbourhood.

“You gotta stop making all this stuff, babe. My jeans barely fit me anymore,” she says the last part in a whisper, as if someone might hear her. You stifle a laugh, patting her arm before handing her a plate. You’d noticed, of course you had. Your cravings, no matter how weird, were always entertained and Natasha indulged too, everytime. So, it shouldn’t really be that surprising that she’d put on a bit of weight, especially considering that she’d cut back on missions too.

“But I like it, you look so sexy,” you say with a poke at her now slightly softer belly, her still apparent abs betraying her true strength. She turns away from you with her nose in the air and her mouth full of banana bread.

“I’m sorry. Look, I’m going shopping tomorrow, some last minute things we need for the nursery. Why don’t you join me? We can get you new jeans too,” you offer and she quickly agrees, always having loved shopping with you. Plus, she couldn’t have you going alone.

The next day once Rosie is off to school, you take the day off to go shopping with your wife. Natasha drives as you list off all the things you need to pick up today. A hamper, blackout curtains and water paints for Rosie. You were also considering getting a little wooden rocking horse but that could wait for now.

Once you’d gotten all you needed, you headed to a clothing store, looking at jeans for Natasha. She seemed to hate everything you picked out, making fake gagging noises. You just rolled your eyes and moved on, looking at more jeans. A couple of girls approached Nat for a picture, chatting with her for a few minutes. Natasha had always been pretty private about her personal and family life so when the girls noticed you and the fact that you were pregnant, they lost their collective minds. Gushing over you, touching your stomach. You promptly ask them to stop, which they do but not without making a dirty face. Natasha is quick to whisk you away from them.

“Ugh, what makes people think they can just come up to a pregnant person and start touching their belly,” you shiver in disgust as Natasha squeezes your hand gently.

“I know and you did good asking them to stop,” she says, gently kissing your hand that’s intertwined with hers.

“Yeah, but did you see their faces? There’s going to be some nasty tweets waiting for us tomorrow,” you sigh and Natasha knows you’re right.

“Hey, how about we check out another store? This one’s a bust,” she says, pulling you along.

At the next store, she finds something she likes and you’re glad for it, finally being able to be off your feet. You sit on one of the small benches just outside of the changing room Nat’s in, breathing a sigh of relief. You step out of your shoes, wiggling your toes and stretching them before slipping your shoes back on.

You hear the lock click as Natasha steps out in a dark blue denim, high waisted and figure hugging. She turns about, letting you see. “What do you think?” she asks, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Your bum looks great in those,” you say with a smirk.

“Are you telling me it doesn’t always look great?” she narrows her eyes, fake pouting. You roll your eyes, telling her she should definitely get those.

She steps out in a hot pink number next which you didn’t honestly expect to look that good. But what can you say? You thought she looked great in whatever she wore. At the end of the day, you walk home with all your shopping done, Natasha having splurged and bought three pairs of jeans.

You call the babysitter on your way home, letting her know you’ll be home in twenty minutes and asking if Rosie had something to eat. She assured you all is well. Once home, after dinner, you and Natasha are in bed, reading a book. Natasha shuts her book, tossing it with her reading glasses to the side. She nudges your foot with hers when you don’t immediately give her attention.

“Hmm, what?” You ask absentmindedly, continuing to read your book.

“Y/n,” she whines, grabbing your arm and shaking you lightly, trying to get you to give her some attention.

“Whaaaattt?” You ask, slightly annoyed.

“What are you getting annoyed for? Can’t a woman ask her wife for some lovin’?” She pouts.

You smile, giving her a kiss, which she lets you pull away from, albeit reluctantly.

“Are you drunk Natty?” you ask her as a deep blush spreads across her cheeks and chest.

“No, I just wanna kiss you,” she mumbles.

“Aw,” you say, your heart melting at how soft she was being. It wasn’t a common sight, her being that needy.

“Stop,” she says, lightly punching your arm.

“Okay,” you say as you pull her close, leaving small kisses all over her face as she flushes a deep pink.

“I love you,” you mumble in between kisses and she responds by deepening the kiss. Your night ends in a frenzy of soft hands and desperate touches, the both of you far too exhausted to do much other than cuddle and fall asleep.

That is until your incessant bladder wakes you up again.

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frankenhookersmonster · 2 years

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fictober day twelve - the flu, eddie munson x reader

warnings - eddie munson x reader, illness, snot, vomit, all the gross stuff that comes with the flu

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a/n - cutesy eddie fluff for today

Flu season sucked. Not only was the air getting cooler, your boyfriend had the snotty nose of a toddler. You found yourself taking out his trash full of dirty tissues, bringing food to his room, throwing a load of laundry in the dryer when he fell asleep.

You forced Eddie into the shower after days of laying in bed in the same dirty clothes. When he got out, damp hair and all, you sat him on the floor between your legs. He loved when you brushed his hair out for him, but being sick and so sleepy made him like putty in your hands. He let out deep guttural moans as you tugged on a knot. “I know, sweetheart, almost there.”

“You shouldn’t have to do this.” He hissed as you pulled a bit too hard. “What d’you mean, Ed?” His eyes were shut, lip pouting. “You don’t need to take care of me, I’m gross.” You shushed him immediately, replacing the brush with your fingers. “You’d do the same for me.”

He did, too. Because just as he was getting over his own sickness, you came down with a cough that became a runny nose. He apologized profusely for a while, which you’d shrug off. Those apologies changed from verbal affirmations to him making tea for you, slowly but surely learning to make it the way you like. Eddie put your softest blanket in the dryer to warm it up, taking the time to wrap you up tightly in front of the couch and putting your favorite movie in the vcr. He even held your hair back as you gagged over the toilet, rubbing comforting circles into your skin.

“You should’ve stayed away.” He grumbled, slotting next to him and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “Yeah, and what about you right now?” Your voice was hoarse, nasally. Despite your protests you snuggled closer to him and let him kiss your temple. “Already had it, can’t get it again.” You groaned against him, covering your mouth as you coughed. Eddie patted your back, though you doubted it did anything you appreciated the sentiment.

“You comfortable? Need anything?” You shook your head, letting him peck your forehead again. “I’m good, I’m great here.” He smiled against your skin.

He noticed when you fell asleep, your breathing evened as he held you. His hand absentmindedly rubbed your warm skin. Your sweaty palm slipped into his, guiding his eyes down. You were snoring, nose obstructed and forcing your breathing to go through your mouth. There was crust forming around your eyelashes, you twitched as he pushed your hair back behind your ear.

Even when you looked gross, as you had said every twenty minutes for the past few days, he thought you looked absolutely beautiful. Peaceful bliss, unconscious and unaware of the sickness and pain you’d be in when you woke up. He’d help you through any sickness, it was a no brainer, but the sentiment that you would do the same for him made his heart flutter. He was lucky.

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thepinkwriterr · 2 years

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Capricorn Season Chapter 15 Part 2

We are continuing with Jimmy and Gwen at home. This is just a sweet chapter of them enjoying their time together before he leaves for the cottage. I appreciate all of the likes and rb’s! As always, my taglist is open for additions, and enjoy!

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"What am I gonna do when you go back?" I sighed, looking up at him. He always looked so wonderful in the pale light of morning. "What you always do."

I sighed again. It seemed that I couldn't keep a satisfying breath. My chest felt heavy and my lungs were damp. The tears I held back were draining into my body, flooding the cavities and arteries that functioned normally otherwise. "Back to playing lone housewife in an empty house with Lucy, huh? Back to working for a dickhead I hate... what a life." He wrapped his arms around me and perched his head on top of mine, "don't think like that. You're not a lone housewife, you're taking care of my place while I'm away. That's sweet, that's valiant. You're doing real work at the office, that's important." "I would hardly call sweeping, dusting, and doing laundry valiant." I retorted. His hands felt so good on me I never wanted them to go. "The ole girl needs it. I don't think I've dusted, mopped, hoovered, or even taken a broom to her since I moved in. Been too busy. You're taking care of her, just like you take care of me." I snorted. "I do not take care of you!" "You do. You make sure I'm taken care of. You make me food, wash my clothes, and you even shampoo my hair when we shower. You're sweet, like a drizzle of honey on my tongue." He kissed the top of my head. I felt a wave of warm euphoria wash through me, rushing to every cell and inch of my body. I was content, I felt held and wanted. I felt loved, I suppose. It wasn't a feeling I was familiar with. Yesterday was the best I'd had in years. He made me feel special. I didn't feel special very often. I mean, how many chances did I get? I didn't have family or friends to keep me company and my work life heralded zero praise. He was all I had at this venture other than Lucy. "I wish I could do more to make you feel the way I do. I'm sorry that I'm gone so often. I know that must be hard for you. It's hard for me, but it's my job and it's what I love to do. You're getting the raw end of the deal, and for that, I could never apologize enough." He pressed another kiss to my head. This time there was no euphoria, just a pang of sadness at his words. I felt guilty. "No, you do enough. Yesterday was the best day of my whole life." I felt his breathing shift, his chest moving slower now. "I think I could've done more. I should've done more. You're so great and you did so much for me on my birthday." His brows moved together in frustration as he talked. "It's okay, Jimmy, I had a great day. You did quite enough for me. I couldn't have asked for more. Well, maybe a two-tiered cake, but that's just reaching for the stars." He laughed shortly out of his nose and shook his head. "Thank you, I try." Some time passed in the bed. We were just breathing and looking around, touching each other. His skin was soft and delicate like fresh linen. "You're always so beautiful in the morning." He spoke quietly, his voice in my ear. I craned my neck upward to look at him. "Just in the morning?" He laughed. "No, you're beautiful all the time. But especially in the mornings. Your hair is all tangled and wild. I love it! I can wrap my hands in it and smell it if I like, even tie it back and play with it." He began doing just that, raking his fingers through my matted hair. I couldn't stop the giggles erupting from my throat. - We sat in the living room again, Lucy rested between us, and read our books. This was our go-to activity for a quiet afternoon. It was raining as well and that limited our choices further. If it were up to me, we would be on a riverside picnic date with Lucy on the leash. But the sound of rain rattling against the roof was peaceful so I wasn't too upset. I wanted him to play for me. He would usually have already drug it out and fiddled with chord progressions and songs if he weren't in the middle of touring. I settled for his head resting on my lap and his gentle breathing filling my ears. This song was sweet and familiar. We stayed this way for almost two hours until I grew painfully bored. My book was not stimulating enough.

Lucy seemed to be feeling the same way. She jumped up from the couch and landed on the ground with a chattering meow. She walked in short circles, then stopped in front of me and shook her tail. She was trying to get my attention.

I put my book down and looked at her. Her pupils were dilated and her ears were pushed back. She looked at me head-on, her tail still wavering. I asked what she wanted and she took off. We wandered through the house, her chattering and the ticking of the kitchen clock the only sound, until I found the object of her desire. The feather on a string.

It was her favorite toy and her love. It was the first toy I bought her, just two days after she moved in with me. She would wake me up each morning screaming to play with her. I picked up the plastic end of the cat toy and began dragging it across the floor, giggling as she chased it back and forth. Her paws clamped down on the runner as she caught her prey. The bell jingled as it followed the feather lifelessly in the wind. Jimmy eventually found me on the floor playing with her. I wasn't gone for very long, but it must've felt like ages due to the stillness of the living room. "Can I take a crack at it?" He asked, hands resting on his hips. He looked like a mother asking to try out the latest in teen technology. I handed him the feather toy with a chortle. He bounced it up and down, creating a smacking sound as it collided with the thinly protected wooden floor. Lucy went nuts for it all the same, even if Jimmy was a bit apprehensive. I wondered if he'd ever had a cat or even a pet, for that matter. "I suppose not." He said haphazardly, distracted by the way Lucy's eyes lit up when she caught ahold of the feather and bell. "Never? Not even a goldfish or a spider in a jar?" He thought for a moment, now more engaged in my conversation, "I had an ant farm in year three." "An ant farm? That was the extent of your pet-owning as a child?" He shrugged. "Dad was allergic to pet dander and mom didn't want to look after a fish. I do remember being fascinated by the animals on my uncle's farm, though. We lived there for the first few years of my life. I suppose that's why I had such an affinity for nature and all things that occupy it. Well, and being an Earth sign, of course." "Naturally." - The day was winding down and our domestic bliss was soon to end for the night. Before we retired to bed it was time for dinner. He heated up what we had for lunch and I sat across from him, as usual, and Lucy pooled onto the chair next to me. A vase of fresh flowers sat between us. He snaked his arm across the table and offered his hand, slipping his lithe fingers into the unoccupied spaces of mine with dexterity. I was used to receiving his touch in this way, gentle and loving. He was a touchy man, always reaching for me in some way. At night when we tangled in the sheets, he would press his clammy body against mine, or wrap his arm around my waist. If we were cuddling already he would make sure I was firmly planted on his chest or bury his face in my cleavage. He said it was the most comfortable place he'd ever known. His shameless sexuality made me feel many things. Sometimes I rolled my eyes and slapped his arm, other times I was giddy and blushed, but mostly I was flared up in a frenzy. He wreaked havoc on my body like a fever, pushing internal temperatures up and pressing sweat out of my glands. He made my body slick and soft, ready for him to touch and take me. Tonight when we lay in bed there was no sex. He didn't even attempt it. There were nights when he wouldn't leave me alone about it, like a dog scratching to be let in. Other times he would simply whimper in my ear and reach for me. But tonight was different, it was sweeter. Like watered-down tea on my tongue, he was gentle and careful. He started by putting the blanket over us and then cuddled into my backside. He was the big spoon tonight. I know he liked being little spoon sometimes, but it wasn't often that he asked. His preferred cuddling position was him pressed into my side, one arm wrapped around me and the other under the pillow. That was if we were sleeping. If we were just laying around on the couch he liked to be laying on my chest, or me on his. He liked to hear my heartbeat and breathing. He liked to have easy access to my delicate face and hair, he explained. A chill from downstairs was blowing through our bedroom. The house rocked with every shift of the water below. I had gotten used to the feeling, the uneven foundation of the boathouse. I grew to be comfortable with the uncertainty, almost soothed by the lack of stability. I suppose it was a lot like him, the house. I wondered if he understood his attraction to it. I felt better in our bed now that he was home. Being trapped in the house without him was lonely. Sleeping in our bed without him was like floating on a desolate sea. I was in a canoe and my shipmate had jumped overboard. I was left to row when my arms were tired when he wasn't there. But he was here for tonight. Next week it was off to Bron Yr Aur with Robert and Maureen. After that, it was back on tour and time to start recording. I knew our peace had a time limit and that was the least peaceful thing in the world. But for the time being, I enjoyed the feeling of his breath on my neck.

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061801 · 3 months

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My life is so excitingly scary right now. I know I'm going through a new chapter in life. I've tried to explain to my friends how I'm feeling and I just don't understand my feelings enough to explain it. It's like, I'm very proud of myself for the changes I've been making. I'm very thankful for the shit I've went through the past 6-7 months because it has taught me to appreciate my life so much more. As I'm progressing I'm realizing I'm not okay with certain things anymore. One thing I do understand and can clearly think about is how much I hate living with my sister. I love her, and I want to keep loving her. Living with her is much different and don't get me wrong I knew it wasn't going to be great. I actually expected worse. But things that bug me are like how I walk into my entrance of the house and there's tons of shit stacked or thrown right in front of the door so I have to like step by step by everything and I can barely get myself through the entrance to the stairs because they just piled everything right in front of the door. Like I don't get why you would fucking do that. Secondly they throw shit like puke rags and I've even seen doggy poop bags thrown by my door like yes I get you don't want those things in your part of the house so sure just throw it in front of ashleys part so its out of our way but she can deal with it. if I did that shed be screaming at me for not thinking of everybody's feelings and being LOGICAL. I am completely understanding of them having to get up early to get the kids ready but tell me why I hear someone pick something up, drop it, pick it up, drop it, pick it up, drop it, pick it up, drop it, pick it up, drop it and they just let it happen. like I actually do not understand what is going on when that happens. Countless pieces of my clothes go missing and the famous line is "idk you were drunk last night" like dawg ive been wasted doing my laundry and never in my life have I ever lost more than like 2 things in a span of a year even. I've lost over 15 pieces of clothing in less than a year. AND IVE FOUND SOME OF IT UPSTAIRS WITH HER STUFF. I ask her why its up there and she goes "oh I thought It was s/s' (my niece, I just don't want to put her name online) so im like ok when u figured out it wasn't yours, you didn't think to give it back to me? The laundry room is a complete fucking shit show. They keep stacking boxes outside my room too when the laundry room IS RIGHT NEXT TO IT. OR like they did today, they stacked some pretty much in the fucking way to get to the washer and dryer, and then they have their bike on the other side so its like a death trap trying to get to and from it. Meanwhile they have a gigantic room to put their fucking shit in instead of literally right next to the washer and dryer. I bought oxy powder and I never used it and tell me why the container was completely empty. I don't know what it is but I never say anything because she is the type of person to lie to her grave before she admits she did something and it never gets anywhere and then makes things worse. If I confront her I know its going to be a very chaotic and eventful day. And on top of that if I do need anything from her it'll be awkward. I choose to keep the peace and know in the back of my head I'll change my situation soon because tbfh idk why I need to tell someone they shouldn't steal my fucking things :')

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tipsycad147 · 1 year

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Develop Your Daily Routine for Mental Calm and Focus

Mental calm isn’t something many of us are familiar with these days. Stress, depression, and anxiety seem to have taken over the contemporary world with every person talking about feelings of worry and being overwhelmed by life, personal, and professional demands.

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The key to reversing all that negativity is simply restoring mental calm and focus.

So, what can you do to get back “peace of mind” and deal with worrying about the challenges that come your way? Try infusing these three techniques into your life, and you’ll notice significant changes in how you feel.

Develop a Healthy Attitude Toward Food – Eat Small, Frequent Meals

Food is the fuel that nourishes your body and mind and brings you the energy you need for functioning.

However, social media and misconceptions equating a beautiful body to being thin have changed the joy you get from eating food. The constant barrage of information about what constitutes healthy and bad food makes it hard to make the right choices. Guilt has become a part of every bite you eat.

The trick here is to understand the distinction between deprivation and discipline. The minute you think about a diet, the benefits are instantly lost because of the immediate sense of being deprived of the one thing that makes you feel good – food.

Instead of going on a diet, infuse discipline. Restrict portion sizes and eat all your favorite foods, but in moderation. Simply become more mindful of what you’re putting into your body and how it makes you feel.

This simple routine will help you not only feel better physically, but this control over your actions and intake will give you a peace of mind that lends to a mental calm.

Fill Your Environment with Positive Energy – Spend 30 Minutes Cleaning & Organizing

The healing energies of the earth have the potential to take away the stress and anxiety and replace it with mental calm.

Take a good look around your home and workplace and rid it of the things that add to the unease. Start by cleaning up, doing the laundry, stacking clothing, and organizing shoes, books, and other belongings.

Physical work has multi-dimensional benefits since it helps clear your mind. Removing dust, dirt, and disarray takes away negative energy and instantly lifts your spirits. After all, our living spaces are an extension of our own energy and aura.

Invest in objects that channel positive electromagnetic wavelengths into your surroundings. Look for an orgonite pyramid infused with crystals, copper, amethysts, and pearls and place it where you can look at it every day.

Also, consider getting indoor plants, wind chimes, a bowl of fruit, or a vase with flowers. Set up a diffuser with fragrant, aromatic oils that are naturally stress-relieving. Some that naturally give a sense of mental calm are lavender, bergamot, citrus, ylang-ylang, and neroli.

These objects also help with meditation and help improve concentration.

Look Good and Feel Great – Find 15 Minutes for Just You

Your daily routine is most likely crammed with the tasks you need to take care of. And, on most days, 24 hours seem like they just aren’t enough.

Make an effort to steal at least 15 minutes for the most important person in the family – you! Apply a CBD mask, lie back, and relax. Breathe in the relaxing scents and allow the healing ingredients to work on your skin.

Feel the nourishing oils soak into your cells and rejuvenate them from within. The hemp oils will soothe irritation leaving your skin looking and feeling incredible. And, that’s both a cause and effect of the small pampering session.

Don’t let stress and anxiety rule your life. Instead, make the conscious effort to rid your mind of the unease. Replace it with mental calm and focus on all the good in your life using these three simple everyday routine techniques.

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wri0thesley · 3 years

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i know we all love toji being nasty, but i'd love to see a (slightly) sweeter side of him and the reader as mamaguro, if possible?? maybe featuring the reader in his lap, the first time toji's ever really wanted to really do right by his partner... the ability of a man like him to have a softer side has plagued me ever since akutami said he mellowed out with his wife 😭

saying the important things - toji x fem!reader (2.1k)

toji’s not the kind of man who wears his heart on his sleeve. but he’ll try, for you.

warnings: none! reader is mamaguro and uses fem pronouns, pregnancy is briefly talked about. this is just soft honestly

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Megumi is sleeping.

He lays in his crib, his chubby cheeks squished against the soft mattress, his hair dark and messy. At times like this, you can see so much of Toji in him, and it makes your heart ache. You can’t believe that you helped create something so perfect – from his tiny face, the tilt of his nose, the perfectly formed fingers and toes . . . You find it hard to believe that Megumi could really be yours.

“You’re starin’ at the kid again.”

Toji’s voice comes from behind you and startles you – you jump, guiltily turning to see your husband. His voice is dark and rough, but as you see him you realise that his face is anything but. Oh, sure – he has a scar bisecting the corner of his lip, muscles rippling out of a tight black shirt. But the look on his face is peaceful, and as he meets your eyes it just seems to fade into something even more so.

“You come stare at him,” you say, “you’ll understand why.”

He makes a little huff of amusement – but Toji Fushiguro is under your thumb, so he humours you by moving forward. Big arms wrap around your waist, making you feel safe and held in his embrace. His chin rests on your shoulder, sharp green eyes on the messy-haired bundle of wonder sleeping in the crib that you’d watched Toji build with a screwdriver clenched between his teeth.

(“How hard can it be?” He’d asked you. “S’flat pack, right? Guys who aren’t half as smart as me do it--”. In the end, it had taken six and a half hours and Toji had had to physically pick you up and sit you down on a chair because you couldn’t stop bending down to help. He’d placed his hands on his hips and pointed an accusing finger at you. “You’re gonna get yourself stressed, sweetheart, and it isn’t gonna do any good for the kid.” You hadn’t expected Toji Fushiguro to be the over-protective kind . . . but you’d be lying if you said that his pout and furrowed eyebrows weren’t adorable).

Megumi’s eyes had turned the same shade of green as Toji’s around the five month mark, for the record.

“We did a good job, huh?” There’s a hint of pride in Toji’s voice that he does his best to dampen down – he’s trying to be cool, even now. Your hands come to rest over his own, where they’re clasped onto your hips.

“I think we did a great job,” you tell him, and snorts out a little laugh against your neck that tickles, making you bend back into sub-consciously. “No, really. I think he’ll fetch a high price on the black market. Look at all of that hair.”

“Takes after me,” Toji tells you. “I think I’d fetch a high price too.”

“You know you’d fetch a high price,” you say, turning around to wrap your arms around his neck. You find yourself on your tip-toes just so you can feel a little closer to equal to him. “You’re a wanted man, Mr Fushiguro--”

“You’re a wanted woman, Mrs Fushiguro,” He says, bending his head – and his lips brush across yours, and you feel your entire body fill with the heady knowledge that he wants you. You know it – he makes it clear in the gentler way he holds you against him, his attempts to do chores around the house, the way his fingers entangle with yours when you’re out doing grocery shopping as a little family. But there’s something that you can’t quite express that feels all the more special about the embrace and the words when you two are on your own.

It hadn’t always been like this.

When you’d first met Toji, he’d been all dark flashing eyes and dangerous smile and tugging hands, a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth as he flirted and charmed his way into your life. His voice had been dark and deep, he’d winked at you and made insinuations and insisted, occasionally, that this wasn’t a relationship so much as a mutually beneficial arrangement--

Until someone else had flirted with you in a club and Toji had grabbed your hand and pulled you into him, arm wrapping around your waist. Perhaps you’d been trying to make him jealous – you’d long ago accepted that your crush on Toji and desire to make him yours officially were going to come to a sticky end, seeing as he seemed to value his freedom so highly – but you hadn’t expected it to work.

He’d murmured into your neck that night that you were his, forever, and he never wanted to see someone else’s hands on you again--

“Does this mean I can call you my boyfriend, finally, then?” You’d asked, a hand cupping his cheek, thumb brushing the scar on his lip. Toji had grinned at you, dark and deep and dangerous but warmer than you’d ever seen it. He’d held you that night like he’d just realised how precious you were.

“Sweetheart,” he’d said to you in response. “Hell. Y’can call me your husband if you want.”

You had laughed and thought he was joking.

“Maybe I’ll try that after a proper proposal,” you’d said, tapping his nose. You’d expected him to grab your hand before you could make contact and pin you underneath him, tell you off for being so cheeky – but instead, the pad of your finger had made contact with it and you swore you’d seen a dark flush dust his high cheekbones.

You’d figured that was the end of it, until two weeks later he’d pulled out an expensive-looking ring whilst the two of you watched a movie.

“Well?” He’d asked you, looking almost uncomfortable – almost afraid that you might say ‘no’. “Whaddya say, angel? Gonna try callin’ me husband now?”

And you had.

He’d confessed everything to you before he’d asked about taking your name. His exact line of work, why he wanted to leave his old surname behind – and though you know you shouldn’t have, you’d simply taken it in stride. If this was what it took to have him, you would accept it; it had been too long, and you loved him too much, to simply walk away. You’d found out you were expecting Megumi six weeks before the small wedding and had told Toji immediately.

He’d seemed scared, but he’d seemed excited to – whirling you around like you weighed nothing before he anxiously put you back down and stepped back.

“That’s fine, right?” He’d asked. “I dunno much about kids. I haven’t hurt ‘em or anything, have I?”

He’d made a real effort around the house whilst you were incapacitated by your pregnancy, too – sometimes too much of one, as he batted away your attempts at cooking or cleaning with an insistent ‘I can do it, sweetheart!”. You’d let him make mistakes – honestly, a couple of disasters notwithstanding he’d made a decent effort.

You’re not afraid to leave Megumi alone with him, though Toji still hasn’t quite mastered the life skill of ‘talking to my baby as if he is my child and not simply a friend who I want to slightly intimidate’.

Sometimes you see Toji sat in an armchair with Megumi in his arms, a tiny hand wrapped around Toji’s massive thumb, and you think you could die from how much you love them both.

“C’mon,” Toji murmurs, breaking the kiss. “He’s fast asleep.”

You let yourself be dragged over to said armchair in the corner of the room, next to the little case of children’s books you and Toji had chosen for him

Megumi likes dogs; he claps his pudgy little hands together whenever one is introduced in the bright colours and flat pages. At nine and a half months, he had furrowed his little face and pronounced; “Gog. Goggy.”. Toji had grabbed the cheap camcorder that he’d been recording as many milestones as possible on and tried to bully Megumi into saying it again, but all of the footage he’d actually gotten was you laughing in the background as Megumi attempted to cross his chubby little arms and look at his father in disapproval. He had not said ‘goggy’ again until you had thoughtlessly picked up a little pair of black and white stuffed dogs whilst in a toy-shop with him to show him. Toji had had to go back to the shop ten minutes before closing to purchase them, and even now Megumi tucks them under his arms when you take him out in his pushchair.

You let yourself, too, be pulled into Toji’s lap as your husband gets comfortable, readjusting your body so he can wrap his arms around you and you can bury your face into his neck.

He smells like cigarettes and your laundry powder, familiar and comforting.

He takes a deep, pleased breath that makes the muscles in his throat ripple – you bring up a hand and trace them, fingertip lodging in the hollow of his throat for a moment before your hand moves down to rest over his clavicle, and then where his heart is beating steadily under his clothes and skin.

“You feelin’ me up, baby?” He asks with a smirk. “Y’can just ask, you know--”

“I’m feeling your heartbeat,” you say to him, listening to his pulse in his neck. “I think it might have stopped. We should look into it.” “Is this because I made that joke about the black market? Babe, you’d never let me fuckin’ sell our kid--” “Don’t swear around Megumi,” you say, automatically, your eyes swivelling to Megumi’s crib without moving your head from its comfortable position. “You’ll give him a dirty mouth.”

“You love my dirty mouth,” Toji purrs, the arm around your waist pulling you in tighter and closer. Heat rushes to your face and you give him a headbutt in the neck that’s half affectionate and half warning.

“Not now,” you say, sighing comfortably. Toji is warm and solid and always there for you. “I’m too comfy.”

“Ah, far be it for me to interrupt your nap-time,” he teases, but he pushes a kiss onto your forehead anyway. “Hell, I could go to sleep here myself. Nobody said havin’ a kid would be this much effort.”

“Everyone said it,” you say, stifling a yawn. “You just didn��t believe them.”

He snorts again.

“Y’got me there,” he says. “Wouldn’t change him for the world, though.”

“You’re just saying that because he takes after you,” you smile against his skin. “If he looked like me and acted like me, if he was sweet and demure--”

This gets another laugh from Toji, who knows exactly just how not sweet and not demure you can be.

“I’d love him even more, probably,” he says. “We’re gonna have some fuckin’ blow-ups in the future, sweetheart. Good job you’ll be around to sort out your men, right?”

The arm not about your waist moves so he can cup your face now, tip your chin up towards him. His eyes are still very sharp, but they’re softened with love as he looks down at you. Toji gives you these moments in the quiet of night – when he’s not formerly-of-the-Zenin-family, when he’s not the ‘Sorcerer Killer’, when he’s not an assassin-for-hire – when he’s just Toji Fushiguro, your husband and father of your child. You treasure every single one of them and hold them close to you like a precious pearl, stringing them onto a necklace of memories you’ll cling to forever.

“I’ll be around forever,” you tell him. “If I die, I’ll come back to haunt you and tell you what a shitty job you’re doing on the PTA.”

He snorts.

“Don’t even joke,” he tells you with a flickering smirk – but that smirk quickly drops away to be replaced with a look of intense solemnity. “You know I love you, don’t you?”

“Are you getting soft on me?” You ask, but the hand tipping your chin up does a little jerk.

“Please,” Toji says, a little softer now. “Let me tell you I love you and mean it.”

Sparks fly all through your stomach, your heart twisting in your ribcage. You rarely see this kind of gravitas on his face – he rarely takes this tone, almost needy as he implores you to listen.

“I love you too,” you breathe. “You know that.”

He pulls you into a kiss that knocks the breath out of you, that makes you feel like you and Toji and Megumi are the only real people on Earth and everyone else is an imitation.

“Yeah,” he says, gruff. “Doesn’t mean I don’t like hearin’ you say it, though.”

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WANDA X READER - 10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU - Final

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Summary: Pietro Maximoff is handsome and popular, but he can’t date before his twin sister. The problem is that no one can get close to his sister, Wanda Maximoff. To resolve the situation, a girl interested in Pietro bribes a colleague with a mysterious past to go out with Wanda and, who knows, try to win her over. Or The one directly inspired by 10 Things I Hate About You.

Words: 11,620K (Complete) /// Read on AO3 too || Part I

Warnings: PG, fluff, language.

She doesn't answer your messages during the weekend. So you don't press her. But then you are on the field, in physical education period, and she is practicing.

You sit on the bleachers, trying to focus on the math homework you needed to finish, when Monica joins you on the bench.

- Hey, girl. - She says hello as she sits down. And noticing your gaze shifting from the notebook to Wanda, she comments. - What happened between you two?

You sighed angrily.

- I did the right thing. - You comment with irony, but seeing Monica's frown in confusion, you add. - She wanted to kiss me after the party. I refused because she was drunk.

- But the plan was working! - said Monica.

- So what, you called the whole thing off.

Monica giggled, and raised her eyebrows slightly.

- Yeah, I know, but it was...it was before what happened. - She said, and you looked at her with confusion. - Pietro kissed me.

You blink and then laugh, shaking your head. And then Bruce comes to join you two.

- I just talked to Wanda. - He says. - Look, she said she hates you with the intensity of a thousand suns.

You let out a dry laugh, running your fingers through your hair.

- Thank you Bruce, that's very comforting to hear. - You tell him wryly, and he nods uncomfortably.

- Maybe she needs a day to calm down. - Monica says, and the three of you look toward the field, where Wanda was training veritably.

- Maybe two days. - You comment as you watch her knock a girl down.

//-//

You managed to fix most of your motorcycle. And then you found out that your mother punctured the tires, and you stormed angrily into her room.

- Have you completely lost your mind? - You shouted, and she just took off her glasses and crossed her legs while looking at you. - You slashed the tires on my motorcycle?

- I told you that you were grounded.

- That's ridiculous! - you say. - You don't have the slightest respect for my things.

- Don't talk to me that way. - She warned, and you let out a wry laugh.

- Be damn sure that when my bike is up and running, I'm out of here!

You shout before leaving the room, slamming the door.

You were coming out of geography class when Pepper Potts came to talk to you again.

She pulled you into a far corner behind the closet, and held out a hundred dollars to you.

- Take her to prom. - She said. - It's all here, limousine, clothes.

She pushed the money in your hands, but you pushed it back.

- I'm done with this game, Potts. - You retorted, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

You started to turn to leave, but Potts stepped in front of you.

- Hey, hey, wait. - She asked, and then pulled three more bills from her purse. - Three hundred dollars, okay? Come on, it's just a date.

You swallowed dryly as you accepted, trying to push to the back of your mind how wrong it was. And Potts smiled mischievously, then left.

//-//

You went back to the same record store in front of the laundry room where you found Wanda that other day. And you tried not to be so nervous.

Looking around, you found her walking around the shelves, and she was admiring a guitar. You put your hands in your pockets as you watched her put on the headphones and try the instrument, sitting down on one of the stools in the store.

You moved closer, and could see her reflection in the mirror a few feet away, but Wanda didn't see you, as her eyes were closed while her fingers danced on the guitar strings.

You smiled at the image, she looked so peaceful and comfortable. You couldn't disturb her. So you just left the store.

//-//

You saw Wanda again the next day. You didn't give up talking to her, and ended up going to the only bookstore in town that you knew sold the poetry that Wanda liked to read according to the list Monica had given you.

And while you were browsing the shelves, you found her looking distractedly at a stack of books. You walked over to her, following her across the opposite shelf, and when the shelf was over, you ended up in front of each other.

- Excuse me, miss. I'm looking for an Avengers comic book, have you seen any around? - You joked, but Wanda didn't smile, looking annoyed.

- What are you doing here?

- I hear you like poetry. - You answer and she sighs impatiently.

- You're so...

- Charming? - You interrupt with a smile, Wanda rolls her eyes as she walks away from you. - wholesome?

- Inopportune. - She says irritated. You bite your lip and walk toward her.

- You're not as mean as you think. - You tell her.

- And you're not as bad-ass as you think you are.

- Oh, someone still has her panties in a twist.

- Don’t for one minute think that you had any effect whatsoever on my panties.

You let out a smug chuckle.

- And where did I provoke?

- You provoked my vomit, nothing more. - She retorts, then grabs a comic book from the stack of books in front of her and slaps it against your chest, walking away.

You stare at the Avengers comic book in your hand for a few minutes before handing it back, completely impressed by the dialogue.

//-//

At break time, the day after your argument with Wanda, Monica and Bruce approach you in the snack line.

- She's still mad at me, people. - You tell them as you put some noodles on your tray.

- Look, you embarrassed her, you need to apologize. - Monica said and you frowned.

- I'm not going to apologize for not taking advantage of her drunken state! - You retort. - It's not my fault she's stubborn, and would rather be angry than admit she's wrong.

You finish your lunch and get out of line, Bruce and Monica follow you to the table. They don't sit with you, but watch you sit next to Carol at one of the circular tables.

- Come on, Y/N, try to think of something to please her. - Bruce says, and you roll your eyes.

- You can sing your apologies. - Mocks Carol from beside you, making you laugh. But then Bruce and Monica have serious expressions and you frown.

- Not a chance! - You warn them, but they are already letting out excited exclamations.

Carol starts laughing next to you.

- I have the perfect idea! - Monica says. - You can sing a romantic song in front of the whole school! Any girl would love it.

- I'd kill anyone who did that to me. - Carol mumbles humorously, and you laugh.

- Can I at least finish my lunch in peace? - you say, and Monica and Bruce nod in agreement. You point to the free chairs at your table, and they are very happy to sit with you.

//-//

And then you ended up outside the school again. After infiltrating the upper booth of the soccer field and getting a microphone and access to the outside speakers. You also had to pay the band guy, but you figured it was only worth it.

- You're just too good to be true. - You sang into the microphone as you walked out of the booth toward the stands. Your voice echoing across the field - Can't take my eyes of you. - You continued as you walked. All the students were looking around trying to figure out where the voice was coming from. - You'd be like heaven to touch. I wanna hold you so much. At long last love has arrived. And I thank God I'm alive - You sing and finally become visible to the people in the field. - You're just too good to be true. - You look for Wanda in the crowd in the distance, and sing the last part while looking and pointing at her. - Can't take my eyes of you.

And then the band starts playing, and you follow the beats, continuing to sing the song, as the crowd claps their hands and enjoys your performance.

You keep looking at Wanda throughout the song, and even as the security guards pull you off the field, you see that she is blushing, and smiling.

//-//

You end up in detention after hearing from Principal Harkness that she was impressed that you did romantic acts, and you laughed before leaving the office.

And then Professor Thanos was walking around the detention room, and stopped at the desk next to yours.

- You look nervous. - He said to the student who was sitting down.

- A little bit sir.

- You are sweating like a pig. - said Thanos.

- Yes sir. - agreed the frightened boy.

- Your eyes are red. - He said.

The boy nodded nervously, looking down at the table.

- You have pot, don't you? - said Thanos angrily, and the boy turned pale. - Hand it over right now.

After confiscating the boy's weed, Thanos walked back around, and then the door opened. You raised your head when you heard Wanda's voice.

- Professor Thanos, may I speak with you please? - she asked, entering the room and walking towards the man.

- What can I do for you, Miss Maximoff?

- I have some ideas for improving the team. - She says.

- Great! But we'll talk about them later. - Thanos replies with a serious expression, and as he looks across the room, Wanda looks at you, and quickly signals the window of the room. You blink in confusion, and when she whispers "window," Professor Thanos turns to her again.

- As you know, we have an important match against the Panthers coming up. - She starts to say, clearly trying to distract the man. You rush to gather your backpack and sneak out of his field of vision. - Wow, your muscles are huge! - She comments with a false sweetness in her voice, pulling the professor along and enabling you to run behind one of the pillars. The floor is very noisy and Wanda is trying to keep the man distracted by talking about match tactics, and when you finally reach the window, there is a metallic clatter and you think Thanos is going to see you, but then Wanda is pulling you by the arm again, and lifting up her own blouse.

The whole room makes a celebratory buzz and you try not to blush at the image of Wanda's exposed breasts, hurrying out, around the building on the fire escape and out the side.

//-//

It takes a while, but Wanda joins you.

- I can't believe you showed your breasts to a professor. - You remark with a laugh when she arrives.

- I can't believe you sang in front of the school. - She replies with a smile.

You shift the weight of your feet, staring at the ground for a second.

- Do you want to do something now? - you ask, and Wanda smiles as she nods.

You sneak off the school grounds, avoiding being seen by any security or teachers.

You end up in the city park, on the pedal boats in the middle of the sea.

- I can't stop thanking you for getting me out of detention. - You say with a smile as you pedal along together. - That was really nice.

- No problem.

You are silent for a moment, before you decide to ask her what she wants to know.

- What is your excuse?

- For what? - she asks confused.

- For behaving the way you do.

- I don't like to do what everyone expects. - She says. - Why should I meet other people's expectations and not my own?

- So you disappoint from the start, and then you don't have to worry?

She smiles lightly impressed.

- Yeah, something like that.

You nod, looking away.

- So you failed.

- How so?

- You've never disappointed me. - You confess, and Wanda looks at you. You smile at each other for a moment, before you look away again.

A few meters from the edge of the beach there is a paintball field.

- Hey, are you in? - you ask, pointing to the place.

- Yes. - Wanda agrees, slightly excited.

When you get off the pedal boat, you race to the paintball field, and Wanda absolutely beats you to it. You are laughing as you pay the entrance fee, watching her excitement.

After you put on your protective clothing, and get the paint ammunition, she moves first into the field, and hides, causing you to lose sight of her. You walk around looking around, and then feel something cold hit you on your back.

- Cheater! - You shout cheerfully, as you grab some paint from your ammunition pouch, and run toward Wanda, who is laughing as she tries to run away. You hit her in the leg.

And you stay in this race for several minutes, throwing paintballs at each other while laughing and trying to dodge the shots. At some point between ducking behind one of the obstacles, you corner Wanda, but she looks so cute that you don't have the heart to throw paint at her.

So you just put your hand down and smile. But seeing your hesitation, Wanda laughs and jumps at you, knocking you into the hay as she falls on top of you. You both laugh but your laughter dies down when you notice how close you are. And then she gets that look in her eyes again, and you want to kiss her, so you do.

And you kiss against the hay for many minutes, the feeling of having her against you makes you absolutely satisfied. And you continue there, until Wanda sighs against your lips, and you are warm, and it is better to stop before you are thrown out. And when you part, Wanda hits you on the head with a paint ball, and the moment changes completely. Soon you are back to playing and running.

//-//

On the way back to Wanda's house, you talked about the most varied subjects. When you are arriving, you start talking about the rumors that have been made at school about you two.

- I've heard that you sold your liver on the black market. - She remarked, making you laugh as you turned off the car.

- Those things are lies. - You retorted sheepishly as you got out and walked towards her backyard.

- The parole story?

- False - You deny it laughing. - The fight that ended in death in the parking lot?

- Rumor. - Wanda says with a laugh. - The robbery in New York?

- Just gossip. - You say. - And the kick in Tony Stark's nuts?

- True, he deserved it. - She says. - I'd do it again, he tried to grab me in the cafeteria.

You nod in agreement.

- What about your accent? - you ask curiously.

- I thought it was one at a time. - She jokes, and you shrug. You sit on her balcony. - It's real. My family is from Sokovia, we moved here when I was eight. - You grumble in agreement, waiting for Wanda's question. - Where were you last year? Since the parole story is a lie?

You laughed, looking away for a moment.

- I was in Colorado, living with my father. - You tell, and then look at her again, tucking her hair back behind her ear.

Wanda looks at you with curiosity and tenderness.

- Tell me something true.

- True? - you repeat with a thoughtful tone. - I hate peas.

She laughs lightly.

- No. Something real. - She clarifies. - Something no one else knows about.

- Okay. - You agree by coming closer. - You're sweet. - You tell her by lowering your head to her neck and kissing. - And sexy. - You kiss the skin on the other side. - And you're completely crazy about me. - You say as you bump your foreheads together, and Wanda laughs, pulling away a little.

- You have a huge ego, anyone ever tell you that? - she scoffs.

- I tell myself that every day. - You smile back, before kissing her. - Come to the prom with me.

- Is that a request or an order?

- Come on, go with me.

Wanda sighs.

- No.

- Why not?

- Because I don't want to, it's a silly tradition. - She explains.

- Now, nobody expects you to go.

- Why are you so insistent about it?

You look at her in surprise, feeling your heart race. Then of course you get defensive, because Wanda can't know. At your lack of response, she asks:

- What's in it for you? - She sounds suspicious and irritated.

- Now I need a reason to be with you?

- You tell me.

You look away, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

- You need therapy, you know. - You say back. - Has anyone ever told you that?

- Answer my question.

- Nothing. - You exclaim without patience, looking at her. - I get nothing, just the pleasure of your company.

You look out into the yard again, and Wanda lets out an angry exclamation before getting up and walking into the house, slamming the door.

You run your hands through your hair, hating that you accepted the damn money in the first place.

//-//

You thought Wanda was angry, but she calls you the next day after school. And she accepts the invitation. You are surprised, and feel guilty, but you are also happy to spend time with her.

She says she will accompany her sister, and meet you at the dance. So you stand at the entrance to the party, wearing your best clothes and trying not to look so anxious.

Wanda doesn't see you as she walks up the stairs to the party, and you bite your lip, impressed by how beautiful she looks.

You approach slowly, and whisper a hello in her ear, which startles her slightly, but she smiles turning to you.

- You look stunning. - You say breathlessly.

- So do you. - She replies with a smile.

You offer your arm for her to hold, and she accepts. You walk together toward the ballroom.

- How did you get such a fancy outfit? - she asks with a slight irony.

- Oh, I had kept it at home. For situations like this. - You joke.

- What situations?

- A date with a pretty girl. - You retort with a smile, and Wanda laughs lightly.

You walk to the entrance of the photos, and you lean against the pillar.

- I'm sorry I questioned your motives. - she says when you stop. - I was wrong.

You swallow dryly, feeling guilty. But you try to cover it up.

- You are forgiven.

Wanda smiles.

- Are you ready for the ball?

- Yes, miss. - You agree with a light laugh as you turn toward the party.

You dance together for a few minutes. The songs are terrible, but with Wanda, it's fun.

You also see Pietro and Monica dancing together, and Wanda exchanges a pleased look with her sister.

- Girl, have you seen him? - asks a redheaded girl walking up to Wanda. You know they are friends, and that her name was Nat or something like that.

- Who? - Wanda replies, confused.

- William! - she replies. - He asked me to come here.

You and Wanda exchange confused and amused glances.

- Natasha, please don't tell me you're hallucinating.

You were going to ask what they were talking about, but then you looked toward the stage and understood. You signaled for the girl to look, and she cracked a big smile when she saw Bruce Banner dressed as William Shakespeare waving at her, and walked off in your direction.

- I'm not even going to ask. - Wanda remarked with a chuckle before she went back to dancing with you.

And then the music is ending again, for a romantic one to take its place. You turn Wanda in your arms, kiss her tenderly for a moment, and then dance again, feeling her rest her chin on your shoulder.

And you dance for several minutes, and then someone pulls you away.

- Girl, what is Pietro doing here with that asshole? - Pepper asked aggressively as she pulled you away. - I didn't pay you to go out with Wanda and get nothing for it.

It was as if a bucket of cold water had fallen on you. Your gaze returned immediately to Wanda, and she was already looking at you with teary eyes.

- You have nothing to gain from this, have you?

she retorted wryly before walking away, bumping into you. You gave Potts one last look before following her.

- Wanda! Wait! Please! - You shouted as you walked out of the hall. She then stopped walking, and you let out a sigh. - Give me a chance to explain.

- You were paid to go out with me by the person I hate the most. - She retorted. - I knew it was a trick.

- No, Wanda. It wasn't like that.

- How was it then? An advance, and the rest of the money when you sleep with me?

- No! - You denied it with a shout. - I didn't care about the money! I cared about you.

Wanda shook her head, incredulously.

- You're different than I thought you were.

And then she turns and runs outside, and you sink your hands into your face, trying to calm yourself down.

- Where did she go? - You hear a male voice, and take your hands away from your face to see Pietro standing in front of you.

- Away. - You retort, feeling your stomach clench. - I screwed up.

- We did. - He says upset, putting his hands in his pockets.

- At least you got the girl. - You comment wryly before turning and walking away.

You think you're crying, but you don't care as you leave the party.

//-//

Your first lesson is literature the next day. And you know you will see Wanda, but you are hating yourself so much right now that you don't care. You arrive early for the first time in the whole school year, and sit in one of the back chairs.

As the other students arrive, you keep your head down, trying to distract yourself with your cell phone, even though you know that all your attention is on the girl sitting two chairs in front of you.

When Professor Fury finally starts the class, he is all excited.

- I guess everyone had time to finish the poem I asked for. - He announces standing at the front of the room. - Except for Mrs. Potts, who has an excuse. - He scoffs lightly, mentioning the confusion that occurred at the dance when you left, where Monica punched her in the nose. And now she was wearing sunglasses to cover up the purple. The whole room giggles at Fury's words. - Okay, does anyone want to start the reading?

The room is silent, but then Wanda raises her hand.

- I will.

- Lord, here we go. - Comments the teacher as the girl gets up, and stops at the front of the room. Wanda begins to recite the poem:

-I hate the way you talk to me. And the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. - She narrates, without taking her gaze from the notebook - I hate your big dumb combat boots, And the way you read my mind. I hate you so much, that it makes me sick, And even makes me rhyme. - She pauses, taking a deep breath - I hate the way you're always right, I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh. - She looks directly at you, her eyes filled with tears and her voice trembling. - Even worse when you make me cry. I hate it when you not around. And the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you, Not even close, Not even a little bit, not even at all.

Wanda lets the tears flow as she finishes, and the room was too shocked to react. She rushes out next, grabbing her backpack on the way, and slamming the door.

You are trying to hold back your own tears as you stand up.

- I'm going to the bathroom, Mr. Fury. - You grumble as you leave, without waiting for permission.

But you don't find Wanda, and you decide that you’re simply not in the mood for school today.

//-//

You sell your motorcycle. You hate that it has the parts for the money Potts gave you, so when it is fixed, you call Carol, and she finds you a buyer. This means you are stuck with your mother for a longer period, but it seems like the right thing to do.

And then you text Wanda, asking her to meet you wherever she wants. She says she won't leave the house to talk to you, so you end up at her front door, shifting the weight of your feet before you decide to knock.

Wanda's father looks stern, and he doesn't smile when he sees you.

- Are you the girl who made my daughter cry? - he asks with a serious expression.

But then Pietro appears at his side, patting him on the shoulder.

- My God, Daddy, don't be like that! - he asks, smiling at you. - Y/N, you are here to apologize, I imagine. Let her talk to Wands.

Mr. Maximoff takes one last look at you before entering back into the house, and Pietro smiles, nodding his head for you to enter.

- Thank you, Pietro. - You tell him, and then he takes you upstairs.

He drops you at Wanda's door, and you take a deep breath before knocking.

- Come in. - You hear her voice on the other side.

Entering the room, you are slightly overwhelmed by the amount of visual information. Wanda has many posters. And she is sitting on the bed, with a book on her lap.

- Hey. - You greet her, closing the door. You leave your hands in your pockets, deciding whether to stand.

- Hi. - She replies, placing the book on the bed and crossing her legs. - What did you want?

You swallow dryly, and decide to sit on her bed, keeping your distance.

- To apologize. - You clarify, and she looks away. - Properly apologize.

- I don't know what you want me to say.

- I just want you to listen. - You retort and straighten your posture, feeling your heart soar. - I'm sorry I took Potts' money, because regardless of my motives, it was wrong to put your feelings on the line.

- Wanda frowns slightly, as if deciding whether to believe you or not. You clear your throat.

- I never should have accepted it in the first place, but mostly I should have stopped when I realized I was falling in love with you. - You say, and Wanda looks at you, surprised by your confession. - But I didn't stop, and I lied to you and kept deceiving you, when I should have told you the whole truth. I'm sorry I hurt you, Wanda. I swear I didn't think all of this would happen.

You take a deep breath, running your fingers through your hair. Wanda just stands there, looking at you as if trying to read your mind.

- I just wanted to say that. - You tell her feeling flustered,

- Are you in love with me?

Wanda looks at you intently, and you just smile shyly.

-Very much so.

And then Wanda approaches you, and when she is close to your face, she says:

- I'm still mad at you. - And then she kisses you. You have missed her lips, and unfortunately the kiss doesn't last long.

When you open your eyes, Wanda has already moved away again, leaning her back against the headboard.

- When you are no longer angry, can we do something together? - you ask her tenderly. Wanda stares back at you, as if to say something.

- I received my acceptance letter today. - She tells you suddenly, and you blink in confusion. Before you can congratulate her, she adds. - In California.

You look at her in surprise, feeling your heart race. Wanda was leaving.

- Oh. - You swallow dryly, shake your head slightly, and smile. - I'm proud of you, Wanda. Congratulations.

- I thought you'd be upset.

- No, it's okay. - You give her a sad smile. - I'll miss you, but it's amazing that you're going to college.

Wanda lets out a sigh, keeping quiet for a moment.

- What did you need the money for?

You are surprised by the question, and look away from her, feeling slightly uncomfortable that this subject is back. But you decide that Wanda has the right to know whatever she wants to.

- I needed to fix my motorcycle. - You tell. - My mom is... hard to deal with. We had a fight and she broke some parts with a hammer. The next day, Potts was offering me the money I needed.

Wanda looks at you for a moment, seeming to be absorbing the story.

- Did you fix it?

- Yes. - You confirm, but let out a humorless chuckle. - But I sold it later.

The girl looks at you, frowning in confusion. And you shrug.

- I felt bad about everything. I decided to try to do the right thing then. - You explain. - I think I'm stuck with my mother for a while now.

Wanda looks surprised at your conclusion, and you let out a sigh, flopping down on the bed as you stare at the ceiling. You are silent for a moment, and then Wanda crawls over to you and lies down beside you, looking up at you.

- What if you leave with me? - She whispers, running her fingers across your face, and you blink in surprise.

- What?

Wanda smiles shyly.

- I have a car. - she says. - And you could work, and we could share an apartment.

You straighten your posture, leaning on your elbow and looking at Wanda in amazement.

- Are you serious? - you ask, smiling, and she nods slightly. You let out a happy exclamation, and move in, kissing her on the mouth. Wanda giggles against your lips, but returns the kiss.

You quickly let go and sit down on the bed when Wanda's father suddenly opens the door.

- Keep this door open! - He warns with a stern look, and you swallow dryly.

- Yes, sir. - Wanda says with humor.

When he leaves, you throw yourself on the bed next to Wanda, and she goes back to reading while you lie beside her.

- Any chance you have any comic books around here? - You joke, and Wanda giggles, denying it with a nod.

You don't mind though, her company is enough to keep you distracted.

//-//

You end up using the money from the motorcycle sale to pay the deposit on the apartment you find for yourselves, fifteen minutes from her college. You get a job the same week, and you finally read the poetry that Wanda likes as you both drive towards California.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda x you #wanda x reader #high school au #marvel imagines #wandaxreader #wandaxyou

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retroellie · 3 years

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(I love your work btw!!! 🥺💕) Can you make an imagine where the reader is cooking dinner for Ellie, but then Ellie starts feeling a bit needy for the reader while watching her cook, and ends up roughly fucking her on the kitchen counter, which leads to the food being burnt and they end up getting takeout instead? 😩

Summary: Cooking dinner until Ellie gets a nasty idea

A/N: I promised more farm!ellie so here ya go. Thank you for the request love <3 Thank you for enjoying and i know you said take out but like i started writing and was like oh shit they meant modern world, so i completely forgot im sorry AHSJA. Anyways mom!ellie

Warnings: NSFW, Strap-on, Fingering, Pregnant sex

Word count: 3.7K

"Shit." Ellie huffed, shutting the heavy door to the barn.

There was so much work still needed to do on the farm, the hen shed needed to be built still so for now they were spread out across the barn and the cows pen needed to be expanded. There was so much left to do and ellie was nervous y'all might not get it done by the time winter got here.

She had been out there all day working on getting all the animals comfortable in their new homes, the pigs being the hardest. As of right now though the sun was beginning to set and Ellie was starving. You had gone in not too long ago because you were becoming overheated, not well for the baby in your belly.

Ellie walked through the field, seeing how pretty the house looked in the sunset light. All the pretty oranges and reds spread across the wood of the house, she wished she had her sketchbook so she could get down the quick picture before it left her brain.

She reached the house, taking her shoes off so she didn't get mud on the floor. She could hear faint sounds of music, if she was real quiet she could hear you humming along with it. She smiled at the peacefulness she felt right now, suddenly all the stresses she had about the barn vanished. Suddenly she thought the barn was a great idea, if this was how it would be all the time then she could die a happy woman.

She set her shoes next to yours, taking one good look at the fields before going in. The sun buried itself behind the hills, casting a glow on the flowing laundry allowing her to see small peaks of the barn. She couldn't wait for the kid to be running through here, she could see it now. She could see herself running after the kid, small laughs coming from the both of them.... her kid. The thought made her smile.

She finally opened the screen door, the smell of dinner filling the air around her. That's when she saw in the dim light of the candle filled room, you in the middle of it all. You were dressed in a cute little cottage dress that you were given at the baby shower, and one of the women of the town made it for you.

You were making something on the stove, not noticing her presence until the screen door slammed behind her. You jumped slightly, the perks of living in a post-apocalyptic world. You gave a small smile when you realized it was her before averting your eyes to the pot in front of you.

Ellie placed her things down on the small table by your back door, her eyes glued to you. She made her way over to you, seeing a cookbook opened right next to you. There were so many types of vegetables out along with some bread and meat. You always did know how to surprise her with your old world cookbook.

"Long day at work Mrs. Williams?" You smiled, teasing her a bit.

"Long and hard, Mrs. Williams." She came up behind you, placing her large hands on your hips.

She swayed a bit to the music, watching you stir the food in the pot. You smiled at her sudden affection, the feeling of her hands gripping softly at your waist making you blush slightly. One of her hands made its way to your belly, noticing how much bigger it had gotten since y'all moved here.

"How are my girls doing?" She asked, caressing your stomach softly.

When you guys first found this place you were only a couple weeks along, not even 9 weeks along. Now you're almost 6 months old, you have gotten bigger and bigger. Your glow had only increased as well, you looked really good and really happy as well. Most nights were better than others obviously, the paranoia and depression of the outside world can be hard especially on a pregnant woman.

"We're doing okay, she's a little shit and won't settle down but hopefully food will calm her down." You replied, watching as the broth bubbled.

You could feel Ellie's grin on your neck, kisses halting for only a minute just to look down at the bubbles as well. It looked like chicken noodle soup but Ellie couldn't be sure. Her hands continued to caress your belly, feeling as the baby moved around. She will never get used to that, the feeling of a baby in your stomach.

She was dragged out of her thoughts when you turned your head to connect your lips together. She was caught off guard but happily moved her lips to yours, one hand still sitting on your hip and the other slightly pushing you back to rest yourself on her chest. You chuckled into the kiss, pushing her away slightly with your butt.

"Honey, I love you but you smell like a pig pen..." You joked, turning back to the oven. "Go get cleaned up for dinner, it has another 20 or 30 minutes left."

She laughed, stepping away from you for the first time since she came into the house. She gave your ass a soft smack before trailing herself up stairs. You let out a surprised yelp, giggling as you watched her walk to the doorway and stop in her tracks.

"behave yourself while i'm upstairs... You think you can do that?" She joked, giving you a small grin.

"Ugh that'll be impossible...how could I behave myself when I know you're washing pig shit off your hands just up the stairs." You joked back.

Ellie chuckled and made her way upstairs, jogging up the stairs and into your bedroom. It didn't take much to get cleaned up, she just changed into a plain white shirt and some random pair of jeans she found on the dresser.

While she was placing her dirty clothes into the hamper she caught a glimpse of one of your guys toys. It was a strap on, it was one you used often but it worked for the two of you. That's when the best idea came to her, she didn't hesitate in grabbing the strap on. She put it on tightly so it wouldn't fall off.

When she was comfortable with it, not too tight and not too loose she pulled up her jeans. It wasn't too noticeable, the strap was mostly folded in between her legs so it didn't show through her jeans. She smiled at her nasty idea before walking back down stairs, seeing you in the same position you were before. This time your eyebrows were knitted together in frustration, licking your lips which sent tingles through ellie.

She went back to the same position she was at only minutes before her nasty idea, but this time her hands roughly grabbed at you. There was a slight change in her presence than the last time, it was once innocent and peaceful but now it was like a lion staring down its prey.

Her lips were once again attached to your neck, hands bunching up your dress slightly. The roughness distracted you a bit, not expecting her mood to change within seconds. One of her hands was slowly making its way under your dress, giving you only a split second to realize what she was going.

You didn't know if it was you being pregnant or what but you were almost immediately putty in her hands, in between your legs already called for her. Her hand was slowly running up your thigh, no time was waiting.

"Ellie... I have to make dinner!" You stated, hand grabbing on to the counter for leverage.

"You said 20 minutes right??" She asked, watching as you gave her a small nod. "I can make you cum at least 3 times before...."

Those words made you weak, you could feel the wet spot on your underwear grow more and more. Ellie sucked and bit at your neck, leaving small bruises. Her hand made it all the way to your thigh, feeling the wet spot. She gave a cocky grin, knowing she was the one doing that.

"Besides, dinner can wait..." She paused, moving her hand that rested on your waist to your chest, grabbing at your flesh softly. " Well, you pussy seems to think so." She teased.

You let out a small groan, letting go of the spoon you had been holding too grab at her hand that was grabbing at your boobs. You usually would give her a hard time, tease her as much as she teases you but right now... your hormones were everywhere and your body was so different than it was, you just couldn't fight back your desire for her.

She took a few steps back, taking you back with her so you were safely away from the stove before moving your panties to the side. She started off small with her movements, placing two fingers on your clit, circling them around to send small moments of pleasure to your core.

You moaned into the air, the increased sensitivity of your body changing made the movements feel more intense than they once were. Your head moved back to capture her lips in a kiss, while her fingers worked on the little bud between your folds.

The kiss was passionate, no teeth clashing or sloppy tongue action but like two puzzle pieces being perfect for each other. Your head craned back, wanting more of her lips and you were honestly afraid of breaking your neck but it just felt so good.

Ellie's hand on your chest pulled down your dress, releasing our boobs into the cold air. She was just able to pull it down to your waist but that was enough access for her. She grabbed at one of your boobs, playing with the sensitive nipple.

She watched as you gasped into her mouth, eyes slightly rolling back into your head. She took that as a cue to shove two fingers inside of you, thumb still rubbing at your clit. You couldn't last too much longer and she knew it, everything felt so different from your not pregnant body so she had to treat it differently.

Your walls immediately clamped around her finger, the knot in your body ready to explode. You grabbed on to her, one hand on her arm and the other moving back to grab her thigh to balance yourself. It all happened so fast and you didn't even know it was happening until waves of pleasure were sent all over your body and your juice dripped onto ellies hand.

Some strangled moans left your mouth, as your body felt like it was on fire and your stomach did twist and turns. You tried to catch your breath, wincing as Ellie took her fingers out of you. Ellie allowed you to slowly come down from you high, knowing she was not done with you yet.

"Sorry I came so fast...." You breathed out, moving to fix your dress back before Ellie pulled you back to her.

"Who said I'm done with you.." She spoke, moving her hand down to her jeans before pulling out the strap.

You gasped at the feeling of it, feeling it hit your lower back. You couldn't help but feel pathetic at the fact you were still so fucking horny even though you already came once, you felt greedy but you ddin't care.

"I said 3 times right?" She spoke, not asking but telling you.

You bit your lip at the tone of her voice, feeling your cunt flutter and drip onto your now soaked underwear. Your cheeks were red along with the flush skin of your chest from Ellie grabbing at your tender boobs.

Ellie pulled you closer to her, standing you still while she pulled your dress all the way down to your ankles. The feeling of her being fully dressed and you being completely naked, the degradation of it making your legs shake more than they already were. You were in nothing but your underwear that were pushed to the side and ellies hands settling down on your hips.

Ellie spread your legs a tad, moving a finger to slide through your folds. You winced a tad, overstimulated slightly but so ready to be fucked once again. Ellie got you nice and wet, lining up the strap to your puffy folds.

"Do you need anything? Water? Or do you want to sit down? i co..." She started but wasn't able to finish her sentence

"Jesus Christ ellie just fuck me already." You interrupted, moving your hips back to try to fuck yourself on the strap.

Ellie chuckled but you didn't have to tell her twice, she slowly inserted the strap but that wasn't until you moved your hips back and forth. The action of you fucking yourself on the strap made her stumble back slightly, hitting the sink so her back was flush against it.

You didn't have a set speed, you sped up and then slowed down just whatever felt the best at the moment. Ellie watched as you sunk down onto it, watching it go in and out of you. She was getting a little antsy, wanting to thrust in and out of you while holding you down on the cabinet.

Oh how she wanted to fuck you so hard, but you were fragile at the moment so she let you take your time. Instead she placed her hands on your hips, helping you push your weight onto her. Your thighs were burning, the way you had to push yourself back onto her gave you a legit work out.

You held onto Ellie’s hands, forcing your body back down onto her. You could feel yourself inching closer and closer each thrust, each thrust also came more frustration on your part. The feeling of running after an orgasm but not being fit enough to reach it out made you wanna scream.

You hair was falling in front of your face as you leaned over to try to fuck yourself harder on the strap, trying to get at the best angle as well. You were just genuinely uncomfortable but so motivated to get off that you didn’t care that your body was hurting.

Ellie noticed the tension in your body, feeling your frustration as you desperately tried to get off. That’s when she stepped in, stopping you for a minute to lean you on the cabinet next to her. Only your chest on the cabinet, your elbows holding you up.

“Lemme take care of you hun...” she started, lining the strap back up. “Just sit back and look pretty for me okay.”

She took home on your hips once more and dove back into you, hitting an angle that you wanted to get too but couldn’t. She went at the same pace as before, rough and hard but taking small breaks in between to check if you were hurting.

You grabbed onto the counter with dear life, the cold counter against your flush skin making you shiver slightly. She was prominent and very skilled, feeling every single inch of the strap inside of you.

“Fuck... Ellie... I-“ you could feel yourself clamping around her, your walls fluttering and tensing up ready to release.

She knew you could last longer, your strangled groans and small cruises dropped hints to her. Her twisted a hand in your hair, something she knew you liked, pulling it slightly while you thrust your hips back to hers.

You lifted yourself off the counter now holding yourself up with your hands, holding yourself as steady as you possibly could for Ellie. You could feel it rip through your body. You jerked your body flush against Ellie’s, back all the way pressed against her chest.

Ellie snaked a hand to your boobs and the other drawing soft circles in your clit. You threw your head onto her shoulder, mouth shaped into an O shape as you came with a loud moan.

“Come on baby.... cum on my cock..” she whispered, thrusting her hips into you harshly.

You were seeing stars at this point, holding on to Ellie for dear life as she fucked you through your orgasm. Ellie kissed up your jaw, catching your lips into a kiss while slowing down her movement. Your body had stopped jerking only to be left legit shaking.

Ellie pulled the strap out of you, still holding you up with one hand. You were out of breath, shaking violently in her arms as she comforted you back into your body. She moved a hand through your hair, peppering your neck with kisses as you slowly came back to your body.

“Do you need anything?” She whispered, pressing a small kiss to the shell of your ear.

You turned around in her arms, bringing her into a kiss. Your hands immediately made their way into her hair, her hands absentmindedly went to your hips. It had got a cold in the house but you both were heated up.

“I’m okay Ellie, the baby's good, I’m not thirsty, I don’t need to sit...” you said, knowing exactly the same questions she would ask. It warmed your heart to see she cared but holy shit you were so wound up. “I was promised 3 orgasms.... so please just shut up and fuck me.”

That was so fucking hot to her, you taking what you wanted without a care in the world was something she couldn’t handle. She brought you into a sloppy kiss, holding your head in place as she walked you back into the counter.

She pressed you against the counter, leg up against your bare cunt that was so overstimulated right now but you somehow wanted more. She lifted one of your legs up around her waist and you helped do the other until you were fully seated on the counter.

Your legs dangled down, spread wide open so Ellie could place herself in between them comfortably. Her hands sat on your thighs, squeezing both of them softly. Your hands wrapped around her neck, bringing her so close to you.

This is what heaven would feel like if there was one, fucking on the counter of your dream farmhouse while pregnant with Ellie’s child (Figuratively). It’s what pure light and sweet dreams felt like wrapped in one.

You wrapped your legs around Ellie’s waist, hinting at wanting her to fuck you finally. Ellie lined it up with your cunt, running it up and down your slit a few times before pushing it all the way in.

You gasped at the feeling of being filled to the brim once more, throwing your head back onto the cabinet as Ellie thrust in and out of you at an animalistic pace.

Ellie watched as your back arched up, causing your boobs to bounce every single thrust. This view made her mouth water, you being fucked under candle light. She leaned down to attach her lip to one of your boobs.

You grabbed a fist full of her hair to keep her there for a moment, feeling pleasure from two sensitive areas of your body could send you flying off the edge once more. You let multiple moans out, one after the other.

The house was full of them, bouncing off every wall until they made it back to Ellie’s ears. Ellie went deeper, trying to hit that spot that made you see stars. Ellie watched as your eyebrows knitted together, head pointed up to the ceiling as your mouth formed an O once more.

You were once again so close, tired walls fluttering against the strap. Your overstimulated cunt burning at the sensation of another earth shattering orgasm. Ellie lifted her head up to coax you through it, leaving sloppy open mouth kisses on your fully exposed neck.

“Come on baby, cum on my cock one more time....” she encouraged you, speeding up once more. “I know you can do it, make that pretty little cunt cum all over my cock huh.”

Those dirty words, words that made your body tingle every time you heard them. You grabbed onto Ellie once again, squeezing her hand as the knot in your stomach finally snapped once again.

You could feel how your juices spilled all over the counter, probably making a big wet mess. Pleasure courses through your body, making you jerk violently. Your nails dug into Ellie roughly, most likely leaving bruises.

Ellie once again fucked you through your orgasm but slowed down slightly, kissing up your neck. Your entire body collapsed, no more strength to try to get down.

You could smell the burning of your soup, the awful smell wafting through the air. It had been a little over 20 minutes, probably more than 30 minutes even. It was slightly bright outside when you started but now it was pitch black, candles were the only thing lighting your way.

Ellie planted another kiss on your lips, caressing your belly to comfort you. You kissed back, just wanting to go to bed at this point.

“Well the soup is burnt... So what do you wanna do for dinner??” You asked, looking at how the soup smoked.

Ellie looked back as well, seeing as it was literally almost black. She chuckled a bit, turning back to you and shrugging.

“I mean we have left over cake from the baby shower.... can't let it go to waste.” She said, watching as you gave her a big grin.

“Hmmm... I think you sound much better than cake.” You joked, well it really wasn’t a joke. You just came 3 times and she at least deserved to get eaten out.

“I swear you got knocked up and now you're just a little horn dog.” Ellie rolled her eyes, slipping out of you before handing you your dress.

“Hey corn dogs kinda sounds good??” You joked, hopping down from the cabinet almost falling down on your way.

“You are too much.” She laughed, pulling you back into a quick kiss.

You wrapped your arms around her neck once more, smiling into the kiss as her hands roamed down you your ass giving it a quick squeeze.

"Well cake and burnt vegetables for dinner i guess." You sighed out, between kisses.

The only thing y'all will be eating tonight is each other at this point.

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams fic #ellie williams fanfic #tlou ellie #ellie williams #the last of us part two #the last of us x reader #the last of us pt ii #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us fanfic #the last of us #mom!ellie

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jakesdeviatedseptum · 3 years

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Hey love

Can you do a fluffy Sam imagine about being long distance or something

Thank youuu

SUGAR BABE

Honestly not sure if this is what you were hoping for, I kinda got a little carried away but I hope you like it none the less :))

Sam kiszka x Reader

- in which Sam is away on tour and your longing for him brings up past memories.

No warnings that I know of

Word count : 1.2K

Quiet. The house was quiet, so quiet that the silence made your ears ring and head pound. Pressure was building up in the front of your face, looking down at the mug in your hand the once steaming coffee ran cold. The pressure began to be released as droplets of salty tears plopped down into your mug, creating waves ricocheting to the ends of the ceramic. The house was never quiet, not since Sam had moved in with you. His voice would be bouncing from wall to wall, traveling down every corridor, slipping through the gaps beneath closed doors. His presence demanded to be known no matter where he was, you couldn’t ignore it, and you would never want to. With Sam came a sense of warmth, love, peace, happiness. You liked to describe it as honey, it would flow to every person in the room, stick to them, and give them the sweetest non-physical hug they’d ever receive.

Abandoning your Lukewarm coffee, you stand up from the kitchen bar, stool legs screeching across the wooden floor. Your naked feet pad against the ground as you make your way into the music room. This room used to be your office, as a college student you found it helpful to have a space to dedicate your studies to. Essays, powerpoints, Thesis statements, and the occasional interview, this was your space, that was until Sam begged you to let him make a music room out of it.

“Babe, please, you’ll love a music room even more than an office! An office is just boring, a music room will be fun! Come on.” Sam followed you through the hallway as you made your way to the laundry room with a hamper full of clothes in your arms. “Sam, I’m not an artist like you, I can’t play a single instrument let alone sing, tell me what the hell I’m supposed to do with a music room?” Your frustration grew, tossing the clothes in the washer along with a tide pod, you slammed the lid closed and turned to face Sam. His bottom lip was stuck out and he had his puppy dog eyes on full display. “If we had a music room instead of an office I wouldn’t have to go to the studio as much, the guys could just come over here and we can do all the writing and composing! We’d only have to go to the studio to record.” You huffed in a breath and blew it out once your lungs were full. Sam knew this was your soft spot, deep down you wished he had a ‘normal’ career, the constant studio sessions, interviews, photo shoots, meetings, and tours. There was always something or someone dragging Sam away from you. Don’t get it twisted, you loved that he was able to achieve such greatness, you were so incredibly proud of him. His love for music was endless and it made you so happy to know he loved doing it. But you missed him. “Fine, but you're paying for everything, I also want to pick out the paint colors, and you're buying me dinner tonight.” Giving into his pleas you turn to walk out of the laundry room, but instead a bear hug from Sam stops you in your tracks as he picks you up and twirls you around. “Fuck yeah, thank you my lady, i love you so much.” He sets you down and grabs your face to plant a kiss on your lips. “I guess I love you too.” You mumble smirking into the kiss.

The memory washes over you as you run your hand along the shelves of records. Most of them belonged to Sam, but you could proudly say you owned a handful. You pause at the Stephen Stills 2 records. One was Sam’s copy, the other was yours. You smile thinking back to the first time you and Sam met. It was all because of the song “Sugar Babe” by Stephen Stills.

You sat in the booth to the very back of the old fashioned 70’s retro diner. Your friends were supposed to be here an hour ago to go over the take home assignment due in two weeks. You spun the quarter on the table eyeing the Jukebox towards the front of the restaurant. Finally deciding to buy a song you stand up from the booth, momentarily leaving your burger and fries alone. Your hand brushes against another’s when you reach to insert the quarter. Looking over you notice a boy around your age. Shoulder length hair, arched eyebrows, defined nose, and soft eyes. He was gorgeous to say the least. “Sorry, but I’m pretty sure I got here first, you can just buy a song after mine finishes.” He says with a smile as he pushes your hand out of the way and drops his quarter in the slot. His smile stunts you for a second, but you quickly come back to your senses and stretch your arm across the Jukebox and press number 37. As the Jukebox starts to play “Sugar Babe” by Stephen Stills, you look back at the boy with a smile of your own. You toss your own quarter in his direction, which he catches with ease. “Sorry, my hand slipped, guess you just have to wait until this song is over.” You shrugged your shoulders innocently as you backpedaled back to your booth. He looked at you with a wide smile and shook his head. “Wait” he walked up to your booth and slid into the opposite side. “Take your quarter back, I was actually going to play that song anyways.” He rolled the quarter from across the table, it crashed into the side of your plate and wobbled around until it fell flat. He folded his hands into themselves and rested them on the table, looking at you with an amused expression he started, “what does a pretty lady like you know about Stephen Stills?”

Smiling as you place the vinyl on the record machine, you drop the needle and sit on the velvet chair in the corner of the room. Pulling out your phone you go straight to the contact “Lover boy” and press the green call button. “Hey babe, we’re just about to head into an interview. What's up?” His voice is like medicine, healing your aching heart. “I was just missing you, wanted to hear your voice.” You say, your grip on the phone tightening as if it’ll make you feel closer to him. On the other side of the line Sam hears the music playing from the record machine, he smiles to himself as he starts to sing along to the tune in the background “Folks ain’t made to live apart, people need love, people need trust, people need one another and that means us, sugar babe.” You smile, a faint laugh escapes your throat as tears fall from your eyes. “I’ll be home soon, just a couple more weeks, think you can wait a couple more weeks for me love?” In the background on Sam’s end of the call you can hear Danny tell him he has 2 minutes until the interview starts. You nod your head yes in response to his question, “There’s no amount of time that I wouldn’t wait for you Sam, I love you.” You wipe your face from the reminisce of your previous tears, “I love you too babe, I’ll call you tonight.” You hear Sam blow a kiss through the phone, followed by the disconnected tone.

#greta van fleet imagine #sam kiszka #sammy kiszka #sam kiszka imagine #sammy kiszka imagine #long distance #request #Greta Van fleet #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #danny wagner #imagine #jake kiszka imagine #josh kiszka imagine #danny wagner imagine

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