#electric nights under the stars babe.

[sanjithesimp]

♡ afterglow ft. jeon jungkook♡

a/n: i’m so sorry but i’m still working on my other jk fic. but i offer you this in the mean time.

warnings: nsfw (minors DNI).fem reader. pwp (porn with very little plot). fingering. public sex.

summary: jk fucks you in the laundromat.

“no, we can’t right now…i have so many things to do and no time” you say to jungkook, your boyfriend, as he kept on kissing your neck desperately.

“please, it won’t be long..” he says, clinging to your waist.

“don’t you realize where we are?” you say, looking around there’s not a soul in the laundromat, but also who washes their clothes in the middle of the night. it was the only free time you had to wash them.

“there’s no one here, baby…” his hand snaked under your shirt, taking one of your tits with his whole hand and softly squeezing it. his fingers playing with your nipple, making you moan louder than you expected.

“shhhh, don’t want anyone to see us…do you?” jungkook whispered in your ear, as he guided you to one of the counters to then help you sit on it.

“i’m sorry” you say, as he places himself in between your legs.

“i’m not” he replies, his free hand moving under your skirt, his fingers grazing the lace of your thong, feeling the wet patch formed. you felt heat on your cheeks, embarrassed from how with a touch he could make you so wet.

“fuck, babe…you’re making it so hard not to fuck you hard when you are this wet for me” he says pushing your panties to the side, to give him full access to your cunt.

“what’s stopping you then, huh?” you ask him opening your legs wider, giving him full access. you bite your lip, and think that maybe you will get banned from this laundromat after having sex in public.

“as you wish” jungkook says and slips two fingers inside your cunt, he tried to control himself as not to draw much attention as he fingerfucked you in the small counter on the corner of your regular laundromat. you were thankful that at least the laundry machines and the dryers could hide some of the lewd sounds, your moans were getting louder as you felt getting close to your orgasm.

jungkook was harder than ever, wanting to fuck your right then and there but not just yet. he loved pleasing you and making you feel good. watching as you melted in his fingers, the way you would whimper at how sensitive you were and how your swollen lips would feel on his skin.

by the way you were clenching around his fingers he realized you were getting closer, his fingers started moving faster, and with his thumb he started making small circles around your swollen clit. you could feel electricity travelling from your clit to your spine, it had you seeing stars and whispering on jungkooks ear how fucking good you were feeling.

each pump of his fingers getting you closer until you came hard all over his fingers and the small counter making a mess.

“fuck babe, you’re such a mess” he said as he pulled his fingers out of you, dripping with your juices to then sucked them off until there was not a single drop left. “mmhm, you taste so fucking good” he said as he licked his lips and leaned in to kiss you and making you taste yourself.

you interrupted your makeout session when you heard steps, making you jump and feel your cheeks burn. and immediately moved from the counter, and trying to look busy and not like you had been fucking in there for god knows how long.

[lymmsweb]

You call the shots babe, i just wanna be yours

🕷pairing : miguel o’hara x spider!reader

🕷word count : 1199

🕷tags : mutual pining, makeout session, slight angst

🕷summary : Miguel needs a quick break, you’re the only one that can get him to get a breath of fresh air.

Miguel had been cooped up in his office at the Spider HQ reviewing reports on potential threats to the multiverse, he had a admirable work ethic that was near impossible to break him out of, that was one of the traits many respected him for. Bags were starting to form under his eyes as the silence of the night filled the air until Lyla would chime in a statistic or overview, he paid no mind to his slight fatigue and continued typing and swiping away at the holographic screens. Lost in thought he didn’t hear your soft footsteps become louder and close in on him, a warm coffee filled mug you had made him was slightly burning your fingertips as you held onto it.

“Miguel?” you called out to him, making him smile to himself at the sound of your voice. He stopped what he was reading, turning around to look at you.

“What are you doing here?” he questioned with concern, no malice laced in his tone “It’s so late.” He took you in, the way your hair was ruffled just the right amount, the way the moonlit night casted blue shadows on your best features and how you always greeted him with a smile.

You handed him the mug, his eyes lighting up as his fingers touched yours momentarily “You’ve been in here all day, I haven’t seen you at all!” A bittersweet feeling dried up his mouth, he was glad you thought of him but he felt like he should push you away as to avoid heartbreak, he knew that most of the time in every dimension Spiderman’s love life was a cruel joke.

“I’ve been working.” he brought the mug to his lips taking a sip of the coffee, not once breaking eye contact “Thanks.” He grimaced slightly, he hated coffee though he’d never tell you that.

“Take a break Mi-” you tried to reason

“I’ve got too much work.” he tried to make any excuse as to not give in

“Please?’ you leaned closer to him, inviting and tempting him. He stared hard. His heart beat in a frenzy, he heard how the pulse quickened in his ears yet his poker face wasn’t even slightly cracking. His mind raced from all the different outcomes that you could tangle him in or, all the situations he had to untangle in his work, his inhibition slowly crumbling away every second he felt your warmth radiating into him.

“Please.” you softly pleaded placing your hand on his wrist, sending electrical like shocks to him that make a shiver run down his spine. He finally felt how his eyes ached, his head hurt and his suit felt unbearingly uncomfortable.

“Fine, fine you win,” he took another sip of the drink, resisting the urge to gag “where do you want to go?”

You let him go and pondered for a bit, nothing would be open at these late hours and he desperately needed an escape from the stuffy air indoors. “We could climb to the roof?” you suggested, he simply gave you a curt nod and you two started walking through the long passageways of the HQ in a comfortable silence. Almost no one was there at the time, only a handful of Spider-people stayed to catch up with old friends.By the time you two made it outside he had already finished the drink you gave him, placing it on a random table you two passed by.

“See how good the air feels?” you exclaimed, sticking to the side of the building by your feet and started to walk up it as if gravity did not apply to you. He watched you, your hair drooped down exposing more of your features, the carefree way you carried yourself and how much his heart burned with passion. Once you were a couple meters above him he jumped up too, right alongside you. He straightened his back as he matched your pace, his eyes staring blankly at the moon and stars that shon brightly whilst the air started to freshen his mind up. All that could be heard was the sound of cars drifting by as if they were in no rush, the apartments surrounding the tall building had some rooms illuminated in bright colours, adding a sense of personality to the charming view.

“Thanks.” he glanced over to you, trying his best to be sneaky.

“For what?” you looked over to him, he was staring at you like he was star struck. Miguel’s eyes wandered to your lips, eyes and blushed cheeks as every syllable escaped your mouth.

“I never realized how beautiful…” he hesitated, unsure of what would spill out of his mouth “Nueva York is at night.” A disappointed sigh escaped his lips as he finished his statement, he couldn’t care less on what Nueva York looked like. Breaking away from his gaze you looked around, the ground looked so far away that cars looked like small insects passing by in an orderly line. All the stars illuminated you two and the building you were scaling, only a couple meters from the very top a rush of excitement passed over you. You responded to him with a small noise of agreement as you finally made it to the top. Sitting down as you looked at the city he fought so hard to protect, he sat down with you too, shoulders touching each other without either of you saying a word. His muscles relaxed into your touch. Each breath he took the fatigue was slowly catching up to him.

“Por dios it’s been ages since i’ve felt like this.” he shifted his leg so it was pressed up against yours whilst he fiddled with his fingers

“You need,” looking over to him your faces were mere inches apart, he never once stopped looking at you. His lips were parted showing just the tip of his fangs, his breath smelt like black coffee and his red eyes were mixing beautifully with the blue hues of the night. His suit retracted just so his bare hands were on display, bringing them to your lips and gently felt your lips “a break.” you breathlessly finished your sentence just before he closed the distance, his chapped lips gracefully glided against yours whilst his hands held your jaw in place. He turned his body to lean into the kiss more, effectively shielding you from the cool air as he covered you with his body. your hands roamed from his waist all the way up to his hair, slightly tugging it which drove him crazy. A sudden feeling of hunger took control over him, he roughly deepened the kiss as his hands started to push you into him from the nape of your neck. His fangs slightly nicked your tongue which resulted in a faint metallic taste mixed with your saliva. The lack of air was making your lungs scream for oxygen. Placing your hands on his chest you firmly pushed him signaling him to stop which he understood almost immediately, both of you were left breathless afterwards, panting and smiling as you two just looked at each other.

“Guess i should take more breaks?”

a/n: Por dios - For god’s sake. I got the title from this song! Any criticism is welcome and i didnt proofread too in depth:) Also huge brainrot for this himbo

[dazedandconfused-15]

Dom billy rubbing your swollen pussy infront of a mirror crossing your legs with his calling you his good girl and laughing at how sensitive you are😫 overstimulation and praise kink?

Your every desire will be fulfilled👀

Warning: 18+, sexual content

The night is draped in a blanket of darkness, the soft glow of the moon filtering through your window and casting gentle shadows across your room. You’re getting ready for bed as the world outside settles into silence. You sit cross-legged on the plush carpet of your room, facing your mirrored wardrobe, running a brush through your hair.

The creaking of the window signals Billy’s arrival. You turn to meet his gaze, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. You are not technically dating. You haven't discussed what you are, but you have been going out for a month now, and you know for a fact that he has been only seeing you.

-Hey. - you greet him softly, the word contrasting with the wild beating of your heart.

His piercing blue eyes meet yours, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

-Hey doll. - he responds in his trademark confident tone, his voice low and husky. He takes off his jacket and drops it down on your bed.

Then, without another word, he closes the distance between you, his presence filling the room with an electric energy that sets your heart racing. He bends down and cups your jaw, capturing your lips in a kiss that makes your head spin. When he breaks the kiss you swear you’re still seeing the stars and absently notice that he settles behind you, resting his back against your bed. With a gentle tug, he pulls you against him. You find yourself seated between his legs, facing the mirror as he begins to comb your hair.

-Thanks. - you sigh. Billy kisses your cheek, his mustache tickling your skin deliciously.

-Still studying?

You follow his gaze, looking down at the open notebook beside you, where snippets of Shakespeare's words mingle with your own scribbles. You tell him you saw the Romeo and Juliet movie adaptation in English literature earlier in the day, and you found it kind of boring.

You stare at nothing, feeling lulled by his gentle touch. -I just don't think this version is really good.

Billy doesn’t answer, kissing your cheek repeatedly.

-Like, I was literally falling asleep.

He just hums, his lips trailing on your neck as his hands find the bare skin of your belly under the nightgown. Your brush is long fine, abandoned in the floor beside you. He is not listening to you at all, you notice, as you feel them slowly rise to your breasts.

-Billy. - you scold him in a whisper. -My parents are in the next room.

-They're asleep. - he points out to you, cupping your breasts in his hands.

You sigh when he runs his thumbs over your nipples, and bites your earlobe, and you feel the heat expand in your lower abdomen. -They could hear us.

-Not if you stay quiet. - his other hand reaches down between your legs, grazing the slit above your panties. A shiver runs down your spine. His low voice vibrates against your ear. -C'mon, pretty girl. You know you want it. Been waiting to touch you all day.

And to prove his point, he moves your panties to the side. You are actually already wet. It doesn't take much, being in close physical contact with Billy does that to you. All it takes is for him to press a kiss on your neck, for his voice to brush your ear, for his hands to squeeze your waist or draw circles on your lower belly, and a signal is sent straight to your core. You can’t lie, it’s hard to see him passing by in the school’s hallways and not being able to touch him. The private looks that he gives you from far away, or the occasional wink as he sees you looking in the lunchroom or when you share gym classes together are enough to set you on fire.

Billy hisses a breath as his finger runs along your wet flesh. -Soakin' wet, babe.

You bite your lip, concluding that you’ll surrender as you do every time to his temptations.

-I hate you. - you whisper as Billy lifts your nightgown until it's around your waist, spreads your thighs, and places his legs over yours, entwining them together, and you are now completely exposed to his mercy, and before the mirror.

-Mh. - he hums, almost chuckles. -Pretty sure it's the opposite.

You see him smiling slyly on the mirror, and you're about to respond in kind when his finger slides down your slit again, spreading your wetness over your sex.

-Mh, Billy... - you whisper dreamily, arching your back. His thick fingers begin massaging your clit slowly, applying just the right amount of pressure.

-Yeah, doll...always ready for me. - he plays with your nipple, his hot breath against your ear. -Such a pretty thing.

His voice, his touch, and his scent send you into a frenzy. You can't control your libido with him. You can't resist and turn your face away, kissing him. It is a slow, dirty kiss in the way you slide your tongue into his mouth. And Billy doesn't control himself either, responding so briskly that your head reclines backward under the pressure of his lips. You grasp the long curls at the nape of his neck, squeezing them between your fingers, losing yourself in him. A moan escapes your lips as he applies more pressure.

Billy pinches your clit in reprimand, almost making you jump. He breaks the kiss. He licks you lasciviously from lower lip to upper lip, his eyes hooded and close to yours. -Need to be quiet.

-Yes, sorry. - You whisper breathlessly. -Wait what are you... - you begin when he removes his hand from your sex. Then you realize when he taps your lips with his fingers.

-Suck it. - he commands. You wrap your lips around his two fingers, tasting yourself. -Yeah, just like that. - his voice is low and smooth like dripping honey. -Like you do with my cock, babe. Nice and deep.

He pulls out his fingers with a resounding 'pop,' slick with your saliva. When he comes back to rub you, you purse your lips to keep you from gasping. It's not long before you’re panting, on the edge of the precipice. You desperately want to get there but you also want it to never end. The way his hand grasps your breast possessively while the other massages you and his teeth nibble your skin drives you crazy.

-I want you inside me so bad. - you whimper above the wet sounds your sex makes.

-Yeah? - he whispers, slightly panting. Then tsks when you groan again. -You can't keep quiet now, imagine how bad it would be with my cock inside you.

You try not to look at your face in the mirror, but you can see how red your cheeks are. So you close your eyes, embarrassed. Billy doesn't like it. He pinches your clit again and you squeal.

-Open your eyes. - he growls.

You comply, and when you meet his dark gaze you can no longer hold back, your orgasm explodes and your hips buck against his touch, a moan escaping your lips.

He swallows your moan, sucking your tongue as his ministrations never stop, and you slowly open your eyes. You gasp as you feel his finger teasing your entrance, your sex overstimulated and sensitive.

-No. - you whine, retreating against his torso to get away from his fingers.

Billy laughs at your feeble attempt to avoid his touch, pink tongue darting out to lick his lower lip. Your wetness trickles down, making a mess on the hard floor beneath you.

-C’mon babe. One more.

-I can’t. – you shake your head as he slides his two fingers in you to the brim, bringing you closer to him at the same time by pushing you against him with the same hand, heel against your pubis. You suck a breath between your teeth at the sudden intrusion.

-You can do it, - he nips at your neck. -I know your pretty pussy can. Just one more…

Having his fingers inside you is almost too much, but when he starts moving them in and out of you, they slip easily, and somehow the flame in you is slowly rekindled again. Your hand grips his forearm as you adjust around him, digging your nails into his skin. You meet his icy blue eyes and that’s all it takes to feel butterflies in your stomach. You can’t tell him no. Your whole body gives in and lights up again, you still can’t fathom how the hell he can keep your desire alive, how easily you can give it to him immediately after he brings you to your high, it’s a never ending roller coaster.

-See, - he breathes against your ear as he licks his upper lip, the squelching of your sex around his fingers is almost too loud for you, but you can’t help but look down between his legs, following his hooded gaze. -Fuckin’ made for me.

You’re unbelievably red and swollen from the overstimulation and pleasure that is building again, your lower lips spread like a flower around him.

-This pussy is all for me, yeah?

-Yeah. – you answer breathlessly, trying to keep your voice at bay. -All yours.

Then he applies pressure to the rough patch of skin inside you and your thighs quiver. You almost want to close them but they’re blocked by the iron grip of his legs over yours.

His eyes are fixed in rapture on the mirror, looking at his fingers working roughly between your legs. They slide in and out of you obscenely, shiny with your wetness, him whispering filthy things in your ear.

-Oh my god… - you whisper shakily as the pressure starts building beyond any limit.

-Gonna gush on my fingers, babe? – he groans softly against your ear. -Think you can keep quiet?

You don’t get what he means, but a weird feeling starts building along with your pressure, very similar to when you need to pee, and you start panicking. His movements are now fast, his hand almost jerking as his fingers press continually inside you.

-Billy, no, wait. – you try to pull at his forearm, these opposite sensations rising more and more inside you. -No, no…

-Yeah, that’s it. – he growls, his breath ragged. 

And before you can stop it, it just happens. Billy covers your mouth with his hand, his fingers unrelentless as your sex squelches and liquid comes out of you, wetting the floor and mixing with your wetness. You bite his hand stifling a loud moan, your thighs shake uncontrollably from the most powerful orgasm you ever experienced, while his fingers keep applying pressure. Your eyes roll on the back of your head. For a moment, you’re overcome by pure and primal sensations, everything else disappears.

-Fuck. – Billy grunts. -That’s my good girl.

As you slowly come down from your high, you realize how much of a mess you’ve just made. Your face heats up even more than it already is, embarrassing pulling at your insides.

Billy breathes out a laugh, his fingers still inside you. -Holy shit. That was something.

-I’m sorry. – you quickly say, unable to meet his gaze on the mirror. -I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t mean to…

-Hey, - he nudges your leg with his knee. -what are you sorry for?

-Well, for... – you gesture at the mess between your legs, embarrassed to say the word. -This. For peeing on your hand.

Billy laughs, and you almost reprimand him for being loud. -You didn’t pee on my hand. You squirted, and it was fucking hot, let me tell ya.

You look at him in confusion, wincing as he retreats his fingers and brings them to his mouth. Your eyes widen in astonishment as he licks them clean.

-What…

-Looks like I have to teach you one stuff or two. – he nudges his nose against yours, his eyes glinting with amusement but still dilated with desire. And you suddenly become aware of his hardness hot and insisting on your lower back. -This is gonna be fun.

[solarrclxud]

MAYBE IN ANOTHER LIFE

summary : this is goodbye my love. maybe in another life.

pairing : modern! wriothesley x reader (she/her pronouns used)

genre: angst (i tried) . modern au

warnings : not proofread , melancholy-ness . wriothesley smokes. 1 mention of cigs and a lighter.

a/n: idk what this is either babe .... its lil sad tho. kinda inspired by my own weird yearny feelings.

" We were so bad it weren't we" , she said , smiling and gazing up at the stars . A melancholy chuckle left his lips " Yeah...we were."

"I wish i would have said something." "I wish i could have too " Wriothesley said , clicking the lighter in an absentminded attempt to light a cigarette. She looked over at him . " Sometimes", he continued" I wish i would have told you , how i felt. Maybe if i had just told you .. we could have tried to work it out you know?" .

The cigarette lit , he watched the flames smolder slightly , dusting of the ash and lifting it to him lips . They stayed silent after that for a while. The music from the party was muffled by the balcony door , incoherent lyrics and bass vibrations filtered through the gap under it.

"Maybe" , she whispered . If it had been any louder Wriothesley wouldn't have heard it . But he hummed , urging her to continue ." Maybe it would have worked. wouldn't it have been wonderful?" .

He remained silent , thinking of what to say. He didn't know if he should tell her . The words on the tip of his tongue. Wriothesley longed to fill the silence between then as he looked at her .

" Maybe if we had more time.." He said . i still love you...after all this time is what he meant to say. They made no sound, as if afraid to shatter the precious moment. He though it would be stupid to ask her to love him again now. Years have passed , her hair is different , but so is his . But did that really matter?

He looked over to her , himchest heavy , i dont know what i had intended to say . They made no sound, as if afraid to shatter the precious moment. Her eyes were glossy as she leaned on the balcony .

She looked back at him and smiled. Oh that smile. It was as beautiful as he remebered , even though this time there was a melancholy tone to it. He smiled back and we both turned to the stars again. The smiles felt like an apology in a way . For both of their yearning and pain. A bandaid for and a candy after a doctors visit.

Wriothesley gazed at the moon . He sometimes feel like He was always meant to love her. Because if He wasn't , what was the purpose of this love to be there in him heart for the last 4 years?

The vines of nostalgia snaking around his heart , gripping it and squeezing like his blood itself ran through them. Maybe it did . Some nights his love for her overcame all else as he lay in bed and thought of all the " ifs" .

She too watched the moon . Thinking of her own nights, the ones she spent wondering what would have happened if she had said something before it was too late. It had been years. She always knew there was no point in hoping .

A part of them both reached out for the other , neither uttering a word in fear that they were the only one yearning . Deep inside their chest their hearts clenched . As if wishing. For things to go back to the way they were. But it wont happen today.

She shifted slightly on that balcony to be closer to him , their hands touched . The electricity of the touch ran through their veins as it they had been hit by lightning .

It means nothing they thought .

They only want comfort thats all .

The song in the background shifted to a softer more romantic one . The sound of angry boooos followed . She laughed . Moving away from him reluctantly and breaking their bubble . "We should get back" she said , the air felt thick , it refused to fill their lungs as they looked at eachother for the last time . She smiled and he smiled back. A last goodbye . A last apology. An i love you of sorts .

"Yeah, we should" .

Maybe in another life.

thank you !

[greatpestilenz]

Hood of a Car - Hobie Brown x Reader Smut

-HOBIE FUCKS YOU IN THE HOOD OF HIS CAR WEKSDJSKFJHSD

-ALL CHARACTERS ARE OF LEGAL AGE!!!!!

-My friend has an obsession with being fucked on the hood of a car so this is for you ig 🧍🏼‍♀️

   As you and Hobie sat on the hood of his car in the middle of the open field, the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the landscape. The air was crisp, carrying a slight breeze that rustled the leaves of nearby trees.

   Hobie took a long drag from the blunt, his fingers expertly holding it as he inhaled deeply. He exhaled a cloud of smoke, his eyes glazed with a pleasant haze. With a smirk on his face, he turned to you, his hand gently brushing against yours.

   "You know, babe," he said, his voice slightly husky from the smoke, "this view ain't half as beautiful as you." His words were accompanied by a playful wink.

   You smirked, leaning in closer to him, feeling the warmth of his body radiating through his clothes. The familiar scent of his cologne mixed with the earthy aroma of mary jane filled the air, creating an intoxicating ambiance.

   "I could say the same about you," you replied, running a hand through his ruffled hair. "Always finding a way to make even the simplest moments feel special."

   Hobie chuckled, the sound a low rumble in his chest. He leaned back, propping himself up on his elbows as he gazed at you with a mixture of affection and desire in his eyes.

   "You know what I love about you, babe?" he asked, his voice slightly husky. "The way you make me feel wild and free, like nothing else matters."

   A surge of warmth spread through you, fuelled by the affectionate words pouring from his lips. You shifted closer, feeling the heat between your bodies growing with each passing moment. His hand found its way to the small of your back, pulling you even closer, the connection between you electrifying.

   The two of you continued to smoke and talk, the conversation blending effortlessly into a symphony of laughter, shared memories, and whispered sweet nothings. The world faded away, leaving only the two of you and the intoxicating bond that drew you together.

   As the night grew darker and the stars twinkled above, you couldn't help but be grateful for these stolen moments of intimacy, where the weight of the world seemed to fade into oblivion, and it was just you and Hobie, embracing the freedom of being true to yourselves and each other.

   "This night is the perfect night to do something, don't you think?" He grins mischievously. "If you know what I mean."

   As Hobie's mischievous grin and suggestive words filled the air, a surge of excitement coursed through your veins. The thought of indulging in a risqué encounter on the hood of his car under the starry night sky sent a rush of desire pulsing through your body.

   You met his mischievous gaze with an equally playful smirk, the anticipation of what was to come heightening the electric energy between you. With a daring glint in his eyes, Hobie nodded towards the sleek, black car just beneath the both of you.

   "Sounds like a plan," you replied, your voice a sultry whisper. "Let's make this night unforgettable, Spider-Punk."

   The night air caressed your bodies, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. The metal surface of the hood cool against the warmth of your skin. The scent of the leather seats filled the air, mixing with the heady fragrance of anticipation.

   As you settled on the sturdy surface, Hobie's hands roamed over your body, his touch both gentle and possessive. The soft fabric of your clothes provided no barrier to the heat that radiated from his fingertips, leaving sparks of desire in their wake. The muffled sounds of the night surrounded you, heightening the sense of secrecy and adventure.

   Hobie's lips found yours, a hungry and passionate kiss that sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body. Your fingers tangled in his hair, gripping it with unbridled desire as your mouths moved in a dance of heated ecstasy. The taste of his lips, combined with the lingering hint of smoke from the earlier blunt, was an intoxicating mixture that left you craving more.

   Desire drove you both as clothes were shed, revealing vulnerable and eager bodies. Hobie's muscular frame pressed against yours, the contrast between soft skin and the firm metal of the car creating a heightened sensation that added an extra edge of pleasure to each touch.

   The sound of your moans mingled with the soft rustling of the night breeze, as your bodies moved in a passionate rhythm. The sensation of being exposed, vulnerable to the elements and the thrill of potentially being caught, heightened the intensity of the experience.

   Each thrust, each caress, sent waves of pleasure crashing over you, the pleasure mingling with the sounds of your bodies colliding and the faint squeak of the car beneath you. The night air carried the intoxicating scent of sex and raw desire, mingling with the scent of the surrounding field and the hint of gasoline from the car.

   As climax approached, your bodies melded together, becoming one with the intoxicating blend of desire and passion. A symphony of shared pleasure filled the night, as screams of ecstasy mingled with the backdrop of the open field.

   Satiated, you both leaned against the hood of the car, panting and basking in the afterglow of your shared encounter. The car beneath you radiated warmth, as if it had absorbed every ounce of passion you had unleashed upon it.

   Breathless and exhilarated, you exchanged knowing glances, a silent acknowledgement of the incredible bond and pleasure you had experienced. The night had indeed been unforgettable, etching itself forever as a testament to the wild, unbridled connection you shared.

   As the intimate moment between you and Hobie came to an end, the air was thick with a mixture of lust, satisfaction, and an overwhelming sense of affection. You both caught your breath, bodies pressed against the warm hood of the car, a gentle breeze softly caressing your skin.

   Hobie's voice was breathless as he whispered, his voice filled with raw emotion, "God, I love you so fucking much." His words were a testament to the depth of his feelings, a declaration that resonated within the core of your being. It was a reminder of the powerful connection you shared, beyond the physical intimacy you had just experienced.

   Your heart swelled with warmth as you looked into Hobie's eyes, seeing the vulnerability and love reflected in them. In that moment, you understood that his affection went far beyond the passion and excitement that ignited between you. It was a love that encompassed the entirety of who you were, accepting both the light and darkness that resided within.

   A soft smile tugged at your lips as you reached out, your fingers gently tracing his jawline. "I love you too, Hobie," you whispered back, the words filled with equal fervour and tenderness. "You bring so much light into my life, and I'm grateful for every moment we spend together."

   Hobie's eyes shimmered with unspoken emotions as he leaned in, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. It was a kiss filled with love, a perfect fusion of passion and tenderness. In that simple act, you both affirmed the depth of your connection and the lasting power of your love.

[fujiihime]

Stranger Things Reading List (Series/One-Shots) - II

I made a list of currently reading and recommended Stranger Things fanfics here on Tumblr. All were beautifully written by amazing writers. These writers are incredible and full of brilliant ideas, so please visit their blogs and check all of their works. Happy reading! Don’t forget to comment and reblog their works. You may also reblog this list to share with everyone/blog mutuals. Thank you! (For 18+, MDNI)

Reading List - Part I (Full) 

Series

Steve Harrington

* Cigarettes & Dior | 2 | 3 | 4 by @mysyerious * Reticent by @natashasfilms * Almost Paradise by @hawkinsindiana * Read Into Me by @thephantomofthe-internet * Your Good Will by @har-rison-s * A Baby Changes Everything | 2 | 3 by @mystic-shadows42 * Dazed And Confused by @inkandpen22 * Regular Customer by @ally-holmes * Should I Stay or Should I Go? by @theladybarnes * Girl You Got Me Goin’ | 2 by @1986harrington

Eddie Munson

* Date Night | 1.5 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 by @onethewrongsideofheaven * Eddie Munson Series/One-Shots by @rainylana * An Electric Connection by @inkandpen22 * Promises, Promises by @masterofmunson * When Reality Blurs by @thatonecurlygirl * Sunday Bloody Sunday by @mrdcks-spaghetti * Love And Dares by @shiorinotshiori * Love Letters by @creme-bruhlee * World’s Apart by @munsons-maiden * Tis The Damn Season by @renegadesfics * Crimson & Clover by @breakthechainx  * Super Freak Series by @punk-in-docs * The Other Woman | 2 | 3 | 4 by @dinodinodin0 * This Is Wrong by @eddieslittleprincess * The Pain Of Letting You Go by @strangermarvelss * Wish You Were Here by @pinkrelish 

Billy Hargrove

* Flash Dance by @unmistakablyunknown * Beautiful | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | ED by @justsomerandomfanfic * Going Under | 2 | 3 by @bvckybanres

One-Shots / Short Series

Steve Harrington

* When You’re Ready by @forever-rogue * Speed Of Sound | 2 | 3 by @lovrily * August by @peeterparkr * Super Freak by @once-upon-an-imagine * The Bleak Midspring by @theauthorunicorn * Moral Of The Story by @refiwrites * With Someone To Escape Like A Flower In The Dark by @indouloureux * The One by @maelialuv * Oops, I Love You S. H. by @earthgirl616 * Out Of Love by @maxmybeloved * Don’t Wanna Fall In Love by @lurkymurker * Family Video by @steddie-thirst * Class Buddy by @s-brant  * Friday, I’m In Love by @gogobootz1 * Secret Admirer by @nervousgardenerkid * Autumn Brings Change by @wonderbreadbucky * Walking On A String by @ker0senebunny * Promise? To Leave The Window Cracked Open by @bimrwolf * Chamomile & Lemonade by @curiositydooropened * Untitled by @forever-rogue * Babe, Baby, Beautiful by @underoossss  * Calm by @underoossss  * 3 Inch Minimum by @thisishellfire * Summer Lovin’  by @faeology * Secret’s Out by @ladyfallonavenger * Set It Up by @lurkymurker * Just One Kiss | 2 by @overlydramaticinephile * Quiet Down by @creelteeth  * The Book by @tooearlyforthis  * Next Time? by @bimrwolf * Hope You Looked At Me Then by @keeryshouse  * August by @lurkymurker * Lacking Trust by @retrodreamgirl * Last Christmas by @thisismynerdyself * Secrets and Choices by @ladyfallonavenger * I Was Never There by @lemondropsteve * Meet Me Behind The Mall by @ker0senebunny * Chateau by @hellfirewhores * All The Times She Tried To Tell Him by @grantspectortrash

Eddie Munson

* She’s Trouble by @wroteclassicaly * Movie Night | 2 by @cacoetheswriting * One Sided Love by @peyton34 * Did It Mean Anything? by @youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms * Dancing On Our Own by @skyfall8600 * Explanation And Excuses | 2 by @beautifullypoetic * Why Not Me Munson? by @hxneyeyes * Follow Your Dreams, They Know The Way by @seidenbros * You’re The Reason by @eddiemunsonswhxre * Make A Deal by @oceanjoon * Friends Without Benefits @prettypiscesgal * It’s Impossible to Ignore You | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 by @florestmoon * Movie Stars by @ddejavvu  * The Guessing Game by @desireav * Is Something Wrong With Me? @djarintreble * Let Me Get What I Want by @eddiemunsonluvrs * Total Mystery @marvelsswansong * Four Times Eddie Munson Kissed You by @eufezco * Dead Channels by @robiin-buckley * Ramble On by @word-wytch * Out Loud | 2  by @iheartyouyou   * A Permanent Confession by @munsongalblogs * We Don’t Talk Anymore  by @gray-skiess * Enough For You by @tbrxnnan * Trick? Or Treat? by @punk-in-docs * Nothing New by @sunflowergirl522  * Eye Contact by @hard-candy-writing * Fool The Freaks Day by @edddimun * All Too Well by @tesstuffsblog * Who Do You Love? by @imaginestuffs  * Say That You Miss Me by @ellesgreenaway * Second Choice by @jadeylovesmarvelxo * For Reasons Unknown by @cacoetheswriting * I’m Not In Love | 2 by @gwndolnfrankln * Hoping I’ll Find [Glimpse Of Us] by @inknopewetrust * These Days by @imamotherfuckingstar-lord * Call You Mine @queenimmadolla * Hope You’re Okay by @tbrxnnan * Angel by @eagerbby * Until The Chaos Is Through by @outerspacebisexual * An Encounter by @eagerbby * Made For Lovin’ You by @xechowritesx​

Billy Hargrove

* Bruises by @strangerluvrr * I Missed Hating You * Hesitation | 2 by @fan-fantasies * Rough Boy by @screwtoddstevesherdaddynow * Angel Eyes, Devil Smile by @hellfirewhores * Not Parent Friendly | 2 | 3 by @dckweed 

Jonathan Byers

* Unexpected by @iovesteveharrington * Sweat Filled Hand Holding by @dysfunctionalaliens * You’re Being Mean by @youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms * No The Fuck You Don’t by @youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms * Out Of My League by @kierasthoughtdump * Separated by @wisteriaah

Mixed Masterlist

* Hayley’s CD by @daily-hayley568 * Compilation of Stranger Things Fics by @mrs-barnes-library

Note: Will add more

[chanfictions]

Chidori

18+ CONTENT! MINORS DNI!

Kakashi x Reader

Part 2

Playing with electricity, mind games, smut, smut, smut.

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It's all fun and games until your boyfriend acquires intel that you have some unfulfilled fantasies involving his chakra nature.

You and your big fucking mouth.

You knew getting drunk and shmoozing with that old pervert was a huge mistake, but inebriated you was just a treasure trove of curative ideas for the raunchy author's writer's block, and he was footing the tab. One cup of sake after another and your most titillating fantasies just rolled right off of your twisted tongue in a drunken game of Never-Have-I-Ever, Kink Edition. Little did you know that your traitorous mountain of a drinking buddy would slink off to your boyfriend later with all of the intel he had gathered from you.

You made a mental note to sic Tsunade on him later. Now, however, you had more important things to worry about, namely the chirping cracks of lightning surrounding Kakashi’s hand as you shifted nervously in your rope bindings. "Babe, shouldn't we talk about this?" You squeaked nervously as you twirled in place like a little marionette with your arms bound above your head.

"What's there to talk about, hm? Jiraiya told me just how exciting you thought it would be to play with electricity." The eerie calm in his voice as he circled you, wielding that handful of sparking doom sent lusty shivers up your spine. You were a thrill seeking fear slut, and Kakashi knew it. The danger held in his palm twisted your insides into the most delightful knots and left you dripping with excitement.

"I meant… oh, I don't know, a violet wand or something designed for use on the human body, not an assassination jutsu!" You stammered and your voice climbed in pitch. Your eyes widened the closer he got to you. The scent of ozone filled your nostrils, and all of the little hairs on your body stood on end from the static beginning to collect in the air.

"What's the matter, kitten? Don't think you can handle it?"

"Do I think I can handle a jutsu you use to literally pierce people's hearts as FOREPLAY?!" Your voice entered the soprano register as you gnawed your lip and spun around him again, tipping about on the balls of your bare feet.

A chuckle purred deep in Kakashi’s chest as he pulled his mask down with a light curl to the corner of his mouth. "That is what I asked you."

Words failed you, and all you could manage was a high pitched squeal as he ghosted the edge of that jutsu around your exposed stomach, just barely kissing your skin with static. Your breath caught in your throat as your heart leapt into your mouth.

"You haven't forgotten your safe word, have you?" He mused while continuing to circle you like a silver-haired lion.

Another squeaky yelp that sounded like a 'no' slipped from your lips as your bugged out eyes followed the sparks and you twitched away from his hand.

"What we should talk about is your racy little conversation with Master Jiraiya yesterday." Kakashi’s dark iris glinted with the reflection of those chirping bolts as he traced a less dangerous finger along your trembling jawline, tipping your chin upward. "Naughty girl, telling that old pervert about your little fantasies before even I had the privilege of hearing them." His voice was a mere gusty murmur blowing beneath the deafening crackle humming right next to your face.

"We were just talking about his unfinished book," you insisted in a shaky chitter as your eyes locked on the blue chakra leaping from his fingertips. Boy, did Kakashi know how to push your buttons. The ache between your legs had you twisting your thighs as that knot of excited fear tightened in your belly. He had barely laid a finger on you since hanging you up, and you were just fluttering for some kind of stimulation.

Another dark little laugh rolled in Kakashi’s chest. "You should really know better by now, kitten," he purred, bringing the jumping bolts ever closer to your skin, letting little shocks nip and draw goosebumps on your waist as he trailed his sparking hand ever closer to your very erect nipples, making you squirm anxiously. "Master Jiraiya and I are very good friends. He tells me everything."

You swallowed hard, breaking into a bit of a sweat. "So… um… what else did he tell you?" Your voice cracked under the strain of the pitch you were reaching while you bit your lip. Keeping your heaving chest away from his hand was growing more difficult with the little slack you had in your rope.

"Now, where's the fun in giving up my leverage?" A sly smile tilted his lips. "You might want to stop squirming before this arcs… electricity can be so unpredictable, can't it?"

A high whine hummed in your throat as your eyes flicked from that devious smile back to his hand again. He wouldn't, right? Another hard swallow had you nibbling on your lip in hopeful anticipation and wringing your bound hands. That chirping sound terrified you, as you knew it all too well from fighting alongside the silver-haired jonin. Your heart raced in the best possible way, that fear leaving you aching and wet.

"Oh, but you'd like that, wouldn't you? I can see it in your eyes," he murmured in your ear, sliding behind you and pulling your body tightly against his with his tamer hand, tracing a line from your navel up to the breast he firmly cupped. You felt that bulge of desire for you straining the fabric of his pants when you were pulled in and gave your ass a little teasing wiggle against it. He trailed his lips along your neck up to your jaw. Deft fingers rolled a hardened bud, sending tasty jolts through your body, making you arch into his touch. The chattering spark in his left hand hovered inches from your skin. "Say it."

"K-kakashi, I--" you stammered nervously. He could no doubt feel your racing pulse beneath his lips as he kissed his way along your neck.

"It's simple. Either you want it and you tell me as much, or you don't and tap out, but we both know what you're going to say." How that man managed to maintain such an aloof coolness while terrorizing you like this was just beyond you.

With your blood rushing in your ears, you bit your lip and dropped your head back against his shoulder. "Light me up," you breathed lustfully before you even realized what you were asking for.

With a knowing chuckle, Kakashi obliged. The pitch of the chirping shifted, and hot points of light licked your skin, leaving you gasping in surprise. The little lightning strikes were fiery and felt sharp like the edge of a knife being dragged over your flesh. You had expected it to really hurt, but as usual, Kakashi had twisted your head around in a delicious mind fuck, letting you think he just might fry you up until the very last moment. The sensation beautifully toed the line between pain and pleasure, sending literal shocks through your body. Arching your back, you bit your lip with an excited squeal as his hand hovered just above your nipple, peppering it with a storm of static. "Did you really think that I would touch you with an actual Chidori?" The tone of his voice sent shivers up your spine.

"It s--ah-aaah-oounded like the rreeeal one," you gasped in a breathy moan as those sparks danced around your torso. Tiny bolts pierced your skin like needles without leaving so much as a mark in their wake. The most shocking aspect of this newfound kink was the smell. It never occurred to you that electricity had any kind of defining odor, but this did, and you couldn't get enough of it.

More soft chuckles hummed behind you as Kakashi’s breath fanned your neck. His sparking hand ran circles around your breasts, sending shocks straight through your body to your throbbing clit. The sensation was amazing and left you arching into his body, swaying your hips against his own waiting lust. "Are you trying to tell me something, hm?" He punctuated the statement with a nip of your neck and began trailing his new favorite toy downward.

"W-w-aaaait a minute!!" You squeaked in surprise at a dog-whistle pitch, wiggling your hips again in an effort to avoid that hand as you had quickly realized what he was about to do with it.

"You know the word to use if you want me to stop," he murmured, more and more amused by this. "Otherwise, I'm going to find out if I can get you off without actually touching you." He slid his feet between yours, prying your legs apart and stepping lightly on the tops of your now inward turned feet to keep you rooted.

The next sound coming out of your mouth was a shrill, giggling shriek that rolled into a loud moan. Kakashi brought those sparking fingers down to your slick clit, hovering just above it and sending little lightning strikes grouped in pulsing waves directly at the most sensitive spot. The electric chakra jumped around your dripping pussy, sending all new sensations ripping through your body. The inhuman noise you were producing grew loud enough that Kakashi had to muffle your mouth with his other hand to prevent the neighbors from thinking he was murdering you.

Your eyes rolled back in your head as you let out another loud wail. Pins, needles, and precise strikes of heat from the electricity coursing through you sent your muscles contracting in waves in time with the pulses leaving his fingers. Your walls fluttered around nothing, absolutely starving to be filled. The intensity was unlike anything you had ever experienced. Your legs trembled as the pitch of your voice rolled chromatically skyward.

Kakashi hummed praises in your ear, kissing along your exposed neck as he kept that one hand clamped firmly over your mouth. With a sly smirk he whispered in your ear, "Let's turn things up a bit."

To say you saw stars as he did just that was an understatement. The heat and force applied by those biting strikes of sparking chakra increased, intensifying your involuntary muscle contractions. Your legs nearly gave way as the first heavy wave of the night crashed over you and stole the air from your screaming lungs. Your walls clenched desperately. The knot of heat in your belly finally burst.

"Mmm, so that does work. Good to know," he mused, turning up the power as you rode out that first release until you wailed again and bucked your hips into his hand. Cutting the chakra off for the moment, he pressed hard against your puffy clit, rubbing circles to keep you teetering on the edge of blissful insanity.

"Mmmfffff--K-kakashi, please," you begged desperately around his hand. You were throbbing, aching, pining to be filled. "N-need you, need you now--"

As swift as the bolts of lightning crackling about in his hand, Kakashi had you untied from the rope, stripped his own clothes, and pinned to the mattress just a few steps behind where you were hanging. With a bruising kiss and a hand tangled in your hair, he ground his hips against your throbbing pussy, eliciting a lewd moan from you into his mouth. Hungry, desperate, and needy for him, you snapped your legs around him, urging him to stuff you. There was no need for the usual prep with how wet that electricity had gotten you. You gasped with eyes rolling back into your head as he abruptly rutted his full length into your aching core, sending you right back into outer space, digging your nails into his shoulders and locking your legs around him.

A low growl rumbled in Kakashi’s throat as your walls attempted to crush his cock. He swallowed your moans and wails from his movements in equally ravenous kisses with one hand still tangled into your hair. As you rode out yet another blinding orgasm, he snatched one of your knees and pinned it to your chest to achieve more depth that left you teetering on the edge of blackout. It was so fucking good. You clenched around him again, finally with the satisfaction of being stuffed so full and babbled incoherently. "Fuck-- Kakashi, so fu-haaah-ah-big -- can't -- oh, gods-- I--"

Hearing you unable to string together a coherent sentence filled Kakashi with immense satisfaction as he ground deeply into your impossibly tight little hole. Picking up the pace, the force of his thrusts rocked the bed noisily into the wall, though it likely couldn't be heard over you. He smothered your rambling cries with his mouth, leaving trails of bites and hot breath down your neck before coming back for more. He groaned loudly as you bit his shoulder while fluttering around him yet again to stifle your own noise. Nail marks decorated his upper back from your desperate attempt to hold onto something as he railed you into oblivion. His breathing quickened before catching in his throat and erupting as a guttural growl when he delved into you to an impossible depth, painting your insides white.

You were nearly choking on your own saliva as you dropped your head back into the mattress beneath you, fighting to catch your breath. Kakashi buried his face into the curve of your neck, gripping you tightly and murmuring soft affections as you both slowly drifted down from that impressive high. You could hardly feel your legs from how hard your soul had been fucked out of your body. He remained there, buried in you with your leg still trapped, trailing his fingers along your cheek while you tried to remember your own name.

"That was… ridiculous," you breathed heavily, coiling your arms around his neck.

Kakashi just chuckled, trailing his lips up your neck to yours again. "Well, now that you can speak again, perhaps we can finish the conversation we started earlier," he mused, running his fingers along your side teasingly.

You were not running on full steam and just pressed yourself tightly against him. "Hmm?"

"Mmm, electricity wasn't the only thing you were talking about with Master Jiraiya…" Kakashi spoke in a husky tone and trailed off with a wicked twinkle in his eye.

You peered up at him, face beginning to flame with embarrassment and a slight hint of dread as you remembered the depth of your drunken chat with the sannin who was definitely going to get pummeled for this later.

Oh, shit.

"What's this I heard about shadow clones?"

[kiridarling]

[a/n: is this a week late? yes. happy belated-valentine's day angels <3]

—ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴀɴ 𝟷𝟾+ ʙʟᴏɢ. ᴍɪɴᴏʀs ᴅɴɪ

𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮; 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐥

→ Definitely went to work that day

→ Not a huge romantic but wake up to find a hot breakfast with a note left on the counter.

Happy Valentines Day, dumbass. Love you.

— k.b

→ When he returns from work, Katsuki buys you roses and shoves them into your chest with an eye roll. You thank him and he responds with a grunt before insisting you put on something nice because he’s taking you out on a dinner date whether you like it or not.

→ Katsuki takes you to the fanciest restaurant—so fancy you feel a little bad that he has to pay, even despite his Pro Hero status. But you’re his, and spoiling you might as well be his love language.

→ Halfway through dinner, Katsuki starts getting a little frisky. Sliding the rough leather of his oxfords up the inside of your thigh, winking and biting his lip. You tell him to stop but you only half-mean it, and the knowing grin on his face lets you know he knows.

"Careful, baby. You don't want the waitress to know how much of a dirty slut you are, do you?”

→ He’s condescending as fuck but you’re totally here for it, and the second he pays for the meal you two are speeding down the highway to a love hotel (per Katsuki’s plan, apparently). You barely make it to the bedroom before you’re all over each other, and if it weren’t for that family of four in the elevator, you definitely wouldn’t have.

→ He tells you to get on the bed and strip, and who are you to deny him of such a luxury? He pulls a plastic black bag out of a different bag—it’s clearly full. With what, you may ask?

→ Sex toys!

→ Katsuki’s endgame is simple—make you cum until you can’t anymore. Not that he’s told you explicitly, but he’s got a Hitachi pressed to your sex and two fingers slamming into you just the way you like it. With your wrists comfortably tied above your head, it doesn’t take him long to bring you to your climax, cheeks burning and thighs shaking.

→ Peering at you under the sweaty mess of ash-blond hair, the fire in Katsuki's eyes only adds fuel to the burning of your gut as the vibrator continues whirr. The realization settles in with a shiver. Oh. Oh fuck, he's not stopping.

“Again.”

→ So, you cum again. And again, and again, and by the time you’re on the fifth it gets a bit hard to feel your toes and you’re so sensitive your thighs burn. All you want is his cock, but for some reason, it’s fucking impossible for him to give it to you.

→ Upon voicing your concerns, Katsuki’s devilish smile only grows wider.

“You want this cock that bad, slut? Yeah? Fine then, fuckin’ choke on it.”

→ It’s basically cannon that one of Katsuki’s favorite things to do is watch you struggle to take all of him, but in this position, all you can do is lay back with bound hands as he fucks your face. It’s sloppy and your eyes and throat burn, but it's totally worth it to hear Katsuki fall apart in your mouth.

“S-So good—fuck—such a good whore, taking all of me, aren’t you?”

→ Katsuki pulls out before he cums in your throat in favor of flipping your limp body into downward dog and stuffing you full of cock in one swift move, the bastard.

→ Katsuki’s never been one to take things slow in bed—to him, it’s all hard and fast and now. You’re scrambling for purchase in the sheets as he pounds into that sweet spot he knows you love, and you feel your fully spent sex twitching back to life anyway. Fuck, fuck. Are you going to cum again?

→ Katsuki seems to catch onto this as well, sweaty chest dropping against your back and the cool of his dog tag tickling your neck as his hand rubs between your legs, muttering dirty nothings in your ear.

“You gonna cum for me, baby? Yeah? Gonna make a fuckin’ mess all over yourself like the slut you are? Fuckin’ do it. Fuckin—fuck—”

→ You two cum at the same time, toes curling and ribcage shuddering, and then—

→ Darkness.

→ You wake up in a few hours, properly clean in fresh sheets. Turns out baby boy fucked you so hard you passed out, but it's okay because he’s found reruns of your favorite show on and is fully prepared with water and snacks.

→ (And he’ll never tell you, but he fully panicked and called Eijirou. Obviously, he knew you were alive, but…what if you passed out because of a problem? A concussion? Internal bleeding, maybe?)

→ (Eijirou ensures him that though this should NOT happen every time, it can happen from exhaustion. To say Katsuki relaxes after that is an understatement.)

(Stay safe angels <3)

And speaking of Eijirou...

𝐄𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚; 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐚𝐤𝐞

→ Definitely did not go to work that day.

→ Today, Eijirou plans to treat you like the princess you are. Cooks you breakfast in bed (after almost burning down the kitchen trying to make bacon but shhh we don’t talk about that) books you a full day spa and has Mina take you shopping for a new outfit for your "fancy date" that night.

→ The location? A surprise.

→ It’s dark by the time you and Mina pull up, but the moment you hop out the car she speeds away. Um. She could’ve at least said bye.

"[Y/N?]"

→ Looks like Eijirou brought you to a lake. You wonder who helped him bundle the fairy lights in the trees and set up the picnic because knowing your man and his coordination, it would’ve taken a forever for him to set this up.

→ But all those thoughts shatter the second you see that he’s on his knees, clutching a velvet box with a gorgeous diamond ring sat in the center. Not too flashy, but not too dull.

“U-Uh.”

→ Eijirou swallows then blinks, the only sign that he’s the least bit nervous for this.

“See…I swear I had planned something to say, but you look…holy shit, um—stunning, you look stunning.”

→ His compliment goes over your head though. Of course it does, he’s holding an engagement ring. He chuckles, averting his eyes to the ground.

“Listen, um, you can say no...B-But uh, I love you a lot—obviously—and I’ve been thinking about this a lot, kind of, because you’re like…the love of my life, ya know? I mean, I know everyone says that and everything but like, I really mean it? But if I’m going too fast o-or you just don’t wanna get married or something, I totally get it because obviously this is outta the blue and everything b-but um…yeah.”

→ You let him stutter through the whole thing because, well. It’s cute.

→ ...And then you tackle Eijirou to the ground with renewed passion and slam your lips onto his. His “babe! The ring!” is muffled but you snort anyway, blindly groping for it through the grass. The moment you find it, you shove it into his palm and stick your hand in his face, and with a (very sexy) chuckle, the redhead slides it onto your ring finger.

“I’ll take that as a yes then?”

→ No shit, Sherlock.

→ Either way, the picnic in the dark is abandoned in favor of yanking Eijirou's pants off and giving him the best head of his life. Because goddammit, you love this man so much and he needs to feel it.

→ Afterward, he insists on returning the favor. A wild Gentle Dom Kiri appears and as he eats you out, he mutters a deadly combination of the sweetest and dirtiest things you’ve ever heard.

“Fuck, you feel so good. So tight and wet. And it’s all for me, isn’t it, baby?"

“You’re gonna cum, angel? Do it. Cum all over Daddy’s face.”

→ Once you semi-recover from your orgasm, he flips you on your hands and knees and slowly pushes inside of you (though not without putting on a condom because safety first, angels). You tell him to speed up, but he denies your request. This time around, Eijirou's going to take the time to love you.

→ As he slowly fucks you under the stars, he dips his chin into your neck as his bigger hands encompass your own. As he starts to play with the ring on your finger, you watch something wet hit the picnic blanket, followed by a sniffle.

“Gosh, fuck—I love you so much. A-And I’m really happy you said yes. I…”

→ You cum first and Eijirou isn’t far behind, shuddering against your spine. Your fiancé unceremoniously rolls onto the picnic blanket next to you, his temple kissing the crest of your skull as the two of you use the comfortable silence to cool down, half-naked under the milky way.

→ In your comfortable silence, you lift your left hand to the stars, fingers splayed to reveal the twinkling diamond solidifying the bond between the two of you. Eijirou hums, hooking his chin on your shoulder.

"Pretty, isn't it?"

𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢; 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐀𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲

→ Both of you are painfully single and most importantly, strangers. Strangers who think alike and had the glorious forethought to drown your sorrows at a nightclub with a lot of alcohol.

→ Denki, as he does, accidentally knocks over his liquor-filled cup, completely drenching your bottoms. He apologizes and insists on helping you clean up though getting awfully close to your crotch, but both of you are too tipsy to notice.

→ After the liquor spill, you swap embarrassing love stories and lament over the “hardships of being single.” (Denki’s words.)

→ A few hours pass. You’re tired and ready to go home and Denki requests to walk you home to make sure you get back safely. Not that you live far, maybe ten minutes, but by the time you reach your door, you feel like you've known the electric blond your whole life. After saying goodbye and almost closing the door, Denki blurts out a half-drunken confession...or something like that:

“I—uh, y-you are—uhm, no…this is—“

→ You give him a look, a half-smile at best, and it seems to churn the gears in his brain again.

“This was uhm, really fun and uh, I think you’re really cool.”

→ So naturally, when you invite him inside, he squeals.

→ After a few more drinks and a few more spillages (Denki’s never been a deft drunk), you two finally get over your inner thoughts and start kissing on the couch. It’s hot and messy, and the alcohol in your veins makes it oh, so hot.

→ Denki doesn’t expect you to offer head but when you do he nearly cries, scrambling to pull his pants off while you make space for yourself between his thighs.  Due to the fact that there’s alcohol pumping in Denki’s veins and he hasn't been touched by someone else in at least a year, he’s extra-sensitive. And vocal. 

"F-Fuck gorgeous, you're so good at this...o-oh shit, do that again—yeah, yeah just like that."

→ His hips quiver, and he bucks into your mouth on accident. It earns him a glare and a light slap on the thigh, and you make a mental note to unpack the broken moan that interrupts his apology later. 

→ It doesn't take Denki a long time to cum—five minutes max. He plans to give you a warning but his orgasm runs up on the electric blond so quickly he doesn't even get a warning. When Denki orgasms in your mouth with a choked moan, it's only natural that you pull away in alarm, ribbons of semi-translucent cum flying just about everywhere.

→ To say you're pissed is an understatement (because your poor, poor carpet), but Denki feels terrible and is already reaching for the roll of paper towels you left on the coffee table from your cleaning spree this morning, apologies flying out of his mouth like an auctioneer.

→ Obviously, he's going to make it up to you. Not only for making an absolute mess in your living room (seriously, Denki doesn't know if he's ever come that much in his life) but for the bomb head, and he wants to make you feel just as good as you made him feel.

→ Both of you stumble to your room, the mood miraculously rekindled, and you're not sure what to make of Denki's desperation as he claws at your bottoms, pupils blown to the size of dinner plates. And though it's cheesy, you can't help but shiver when he finally gets eyes on your sex, wetting his bottom lip and the grip around your thigh tightening as he catcalls the apex between your thighs before diving in.

"Hello pretty~"

→ Like any pervert with a vivid imagination, Denki's got a mental warehouse of sex tips and tricks and burns to watch you squirm from his touch. He wants you red-faced and breathless and isn’t shy about it, actively paying attention to your reactions when he curls his fingers or uses his tongue just right.

"Oh, you taste so good sweet thing. So pretty and wet...did I do all this, gorgeous?”

→ Also, electro-stimulation? Yes please.

→ Denki's tentative about it at first because he’s not sure how you’ll react, but once you give him that pretty little moan you've been holding back all evening, you two are going nowhere but hell.

→ His dick hurts from being hard for so long and the second you cum, he’s practically begging to fuck you.

“Please? Please gorgeous? Shit, you felt so good in my mouth I just wanna—I need to—please?”

→ Like you needed any convincing in the first place.

→ You ride him per his request—and will definitely make you repeat things back to him, just because he likes how embarrassed and blushy you get. If you refuse? He’ll be an absolute tease about it. (But only for a bit, because we all know his patience isn’t that great.)

"Yeah? You like this cock? Tell me. Tell me how good my cock makes you feel, gorgeous."

→ There's no way Denki lasts very long (again)—definitely with you in his lap. When he cums, it’s cute and breathless, and his nose scrunches into his eyes. But if he came twice, you should too right?

→ The next morning, Denki's gone. But in his place, there’s a note with his number and an explanation:

had to go to work! lol i have the fattest hangover kill me now ty. either way, you should text me. i wasn't kidding when i said i thought you were cool lol.

(xxx)-xxx-xxxx

— kaminari

[a/n: gah XD my brain melted from writing that um-

also don’t worry about the family of four at the love hotel...they were...um...forced to stay there due to an emergency...lol :) see you soon, angels <3]

[bradtomlovesya]

Ⓦⓗⓔⓝ ⓣⓗⓔ ⓢⓗⓞⓦ ⓔⓝⓓⓢ Pt. 2 (final)

Warnings: Smut +18!, fingering, bad words, orgasm denied, sub!reader, Dom!Brad, spanking, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it)

Pic: @sash_maxwell on ig.

I woke up due to the light coming through the curtains and got up totally naked to close them and let Brad continue to sleep. I knew he was very tired from the concert and from our hectic session last night.

I bent down to pick up my pantyhose lying on the floor of the room and put them on. I also took the red shirt that had started all of this in the first place and put it on just by buttoning a few buttons.

I turned my head to see Brad peacefully asleep. Today I had the day off so I tried not to make too much noise so as not to wake him up and so that he could get enough rest while I made some coffee. In the hotel room there was only a bed with a nightstand on each side, a three-seater sofa next to the balcony with a coffee table in front of it, a dining-type table and two chairs around it. On the little table next to the sofa there was a coffee machine and complimentary coffee so I decided to take advantage of it and prepare some fresh coffee for when he woke up.

I was preparing the coffee when minutes later his arms around my waist made me jump slightly with fright.

"Fuck! Bradley." I tried to catch my breath. "You scared me." I put a hand to my chest.

"I'm sorry honey." He said hoarsely and a giggle left his lips. "I didn't want to scare you." He flicked my hair to the side and placed a kiss on my neck that sent a huge electric current through my body.

I turned on my heel and wrapped my arms around his neck. "It's okay." I left a short kiss on his lips. "I woke you up?"

"No." He responded with his raspy voice and shook his head causing some of his unruly curls to fall across his forehead. "I patted next to me but you weren't there so I opened my eyes and guess what I saw?" He bit his lip with a smile. 

"What did you see?" I asked with the same smile.

He leaned close to my ear and his lips brushed my earlobe. "I saw you wearing my shirt." He kissed right at that soft spot behind my lobe and took me by the thighs and walked with me to leave me sitting on the table. "It looks so fucking good on you. I could swear the thoughts that haunt my head of the things I want to do to you right now are not healthy at all." He spread my legs, making me gasp. "Can I do the dirty things I'm thinking of doing to you?" He directed his eyes to mine and I could see that they were only his pupils. They were full of desire.

"Brad ..." I gasp. "You just woke up, how can you think about that?" I laughed slightly.

"It's your fault." He spoke seriously. "It's entirely your fault for wearing my shirt, Y/n." He crossed his arms. His expression was one of pure seriousness. "So now all I think about is fucking that cute pussy right against this table while you still have my shirt on so you think about your actions." He clicked his tongue. "However, you know that your consent is important so I need you to say yes."

I beat my eyelids over my white skin not believing what I was hearing. I felt the moisture slide back between my folds and, when I regained consciousness, I moved my lips "Yes, it is a yes, Love." I nodded quickly. My cunt throbbed to feel him inside me again.

"Good because I wasn't going to take no for an answer" He unfolded his arms and took a step towards me. "You shouldn't have worn my shirt if you weren't up for me to fuck you hard, right?" I was silent but he took my face between his fingers for me to speak. "Words, darling. That little mouth isn't just for sucking my cock. Use it to talk."

"Yes, I wanted that when you saw me with your shirt on, you wanted to fuck me" I replied in something a little louder than a murmur.

"Already knew." He released my face. "I just wanted you to accept it" he ran his index finger between my breasts until he finished on my pantyhose. "Look at that pretty face with a fucking perverted mind." He laughed hoarsely and pressed my clit a little with his finger over the fabric making me moan. "Awww, Love." He pouted. "Look how desperate you are for me to touch you."

"Bradley, please stop teasing me and playing with me." I begged. "Please just come into me." I tried to put my hands on the elastic of his boxer to lower it but he stopped me.

"Don't even think for a fucking second that this is about you and what you want." He rudely denied. "This is about me and how much I'm going to enjoy fucking you so fucking hard that all the people in this hotel will know your moans and the name of the person causing them." He put his hand under my underwear and patted my cunt. "So damn wet!" He grunted. He slipped two of his fingers into me without warning and jerked them against my walls that tightened at the feel of him. "Always so tight, my pretty little doll." He curled his fingers reaching up to my G-spot making me scream his name. "It doesn't even look like I had fuck that pretty pussy just last night."

"Brad!" I groaned loudly and threw my head back. "I'm sorry, I really ... Ah!" Another moan as he entered another finger and moved violently causing a series of obscene and delicious sounds that filled the room.

"Alright, I think that pretty vagina is ready to receive me" He pulled his fingers out and moved his finger in circles over my clit causing more moisture to flow down my pussy.

"Yes ... I'm ready" I answered between gasps with my eyes closed and tight. His finger kept moving and sending currents at my most sensitive nerve point. The brown haired boy made a little more pressure and, just as I was about to cum, he withdrew his finger from me making the feeling go away.

"You won't feel it until I decide you should." He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. "Always so sweet." He smiled grimly. "Get off the table." He ordered and so I did. "It's time to fuck that cute cunt that only belongs to me" He put his hands on my hips and turned me around. He pushed my back down so my chest was pressed against the table and lifted his shirt off my body only until my ass was exposed. "Do you know what girls get when they misbehave?" He asked me.

"Spanking?" I asked with my cheek pressed against the hard, cold surface of the table's wood. My breathing was erratic, he had already denied me a precious orgasm so I just had to be good to him for him to give me a new one.

"How smart you are, my girl" He came over and placed a kiss on my head. "That's right, spanking." He pressed his hand against the cheek of my butt with force causing a great sound of. Smack!

"You know you should not misbehave" Another spanking with more force than the previous one but on the other side. My ass right now was totally red and the feeling was burning.

And so the spankings came one after the other until they added ten and He decided that had been enough.

"Now what should you say?" He ran his palm up my butt admiring his previous work.

"Thank you Sir." I answered between gasps and wedging my nails around the edges of the table to withstand the heat. Brad got down on his knees and left several kisses on my ass cheeks to make them stop hurting a bit and it worked. "Thank you" I repeated.

"You're welcome, darling" He lowered my underwear, ran the stitch of his crotch over my folds to smear it with a bit of my moisture and seconds later he completely sank into me with one blow making me scream. "Fuck! How good you feel" his hands went to my waist to support himself. "Can I continue?" He asked me leaving a kiss on my back over the fabric of his red shirt.

"Yes, you can ..." I inhaled deeply. "You can continue." Just as I responded, I felt his hips go back and then forward to push himself fully into me, making me whimper. “Fucking hell, Brad!” I yell/moan.

His hips moved in and out of me with needed speed. I didn't think it was possible but he was moving with more force and speed every time. The table legs were grinding against the floor, but we were so caught up in our own pleasure that we didn't care. One of his hands went down until it reached my clitoris and thus began to stimulate me with enough speed and pressure to make me see stars and feel that sensation again in the lower part of my stomach. This, combined with the moans, grunts and obscenities that left Brad's mouth were driving me straight into ecstasy and he noticed it.

His dick tightened me in the only way he knew how and they stimulated all my essential points to transform all possible pain into pleasure. We fit together so well that I could feel the veins of his cock on my walls. I squeezed my vagina earning a growl from him because I knew he loved that. "Cum on my dick, darling. Come on princess" He made a little more pressure on my clit and his thrusts did not lower the force but became sloopy giving me to understand that he was about to finish too.

"Holy shit! Bradley!" I moaned his name and my legs felt like jelly. My walls closed against his member, leading him to cum inside me as well, painting my walls as his. "Ahh!" I moaned again feeling his come and his hands went to my waist to keep me from collapsing on the ground. 

"Fu-ck!" He collapsed on my back and I could feel the sweat on his forehead dampening the fabric of the shirt. "I said I would fuck you with my shirt on and I did." He laid to leave a kiss on my back and his hand went up and down my leg.

"That's right," I nodded trying to normalize my breathing. "I love this shirt" I laughed slightly and felt the vibrations of his laughter on my back. "Babe, I really love you but please get off me, that's overstimulation." I bit my lip.

"Yes, of course" He withdrew his member from inside me with a giggle. I felt myself whimper at the emptiness. "I'm sorry, I just love being there" He held me in his arms and walked with me to the bathroom. "Did I hurt you?" He left me sitting on the edge of the tub.

“No, you’re really careful even when you’re being rude to me” I took his hand and kissed his lips “Come here, let’s take a relaxing bath.” I start filling the tube.

“It would be a pleasure” He leaned to help me take off his shirt and smiled while doing it. “What the fuck do this shirt has that make us so fucking horny?” He laughed.

“I don’t know, babe” I laughed loudly. “I don’t know but let’s use it more often”

[wellsayhelloaagin]

Till Forever Falls Apart

Summary: A mission goes terribly wrong and the consequences are fatal.

Pairing: Wanda x Female Reader

Genre: Angst

Word Count: 6.6k

A/N:. italics at the start are a flashback, in case anyone gets confused.

The inspiration came for this story after reading Liar by @peabrain112 so you should definitely go read it because it's an incredible story that haunts me.

The sunlight streaming in through the window woke you that morning.

You open one eye, squinting at the bright light before promptly closing it again. You roll over in an attempt to block it out and go back to sleep but instead encounter a warm body on the other side of the bed.

You smile to yourself and move closer to Wanda, slinging an arm around her waist and burying your face in her hair. You’re just about to fall back to sleep when you hear her let out a soft groan, her body shifting in your arms. You open your eyes again, your Y/E/C eyes meeting the green orbs of your girlfriend.

She groans again, burying her head in your chest and you chuckle lightly at her antics. Neither of you would consider yourselves morning people, but Wanda hated them far more than you did. You glance at the clock on your bedside table, registering the time.

You press a light kiss to the top of her head and you feel her sigh softly. “Time to get up sleeping beauty,” you whisper softly in her ear.

“Five more minutes,” she whines, pulling her head up to look at you, an adorable pout on her lips.

“No can do darling,” you say, quickly kissing her bottom lip, her pout melting away under your lips, “We have to be down at the briefing room in half an hour.”

She pouts again and once again buries her head in your chest, tangling her legs with yours under the blankets.

You close your eyes and bask in the moment for a few more minutes, thinking about some of the memories you shared with the woman in your arms.

You had been dating Wanda for a few years now, and you were positive that she was the person you would spend the rest of your life with. When you first met you had instantly found her attractive. Her wide green eyes and charming smile drew you in instantly. But the more you got to know her, the deeper the attraction became. You quickly became friends, spending all your spare time together.

You became a formidable team and the two of you were constantly assigned on missions together. You worked so well together, each of you anticipating the other’s needs and you had a 100% success rate on missions you shared.

You danced around your feelings for Wanda for months before you finally built up the courage to ask her out. You were worried about ruining the friendship you had with her, preferring to have her in your life as a friend than not at all, and you weren’t entirely sure she felt the same.

She had been surprised by your request. She had been harbouring feelings for you as well, but never dreamed that you would feel the same. She quickly accepted, and the two of you went on your first date.

It was a complete disaster. You had organised a romantic picnic on the roof, with a projector set up where you could watch old sitcoms with Wanda under the stars. Except nothing went according to plan. First, some of the food you prepared went missing from the fridge (you later found out that Thor had been visiting and didn’t realise that you sticking a post-it note with your name on it on the food meant that he couldn’t eat it), then when you attempted to turn the projector on you ended up breaking the circuit for the electricity on the roof, sending sparks flying from the powerpoint. When you went to go back inside, you found that the door had closed behind you, locking the two of you on the roof. Just when you thought it couldn’t get any worse, the clouds opened up and it began to rain.

You had looked over at Wanda, tears forming in your eyes at how the night had turned out. You just wanted to spend time with her and show her how much you cared but everything had gone wrong.

Wanda noticed your tears and wordlessly took your hand, leading you into the middle of the open space of the roof. She guided your hands to her waist, hers wrapping around your shoulders, and she began to rock slowly back and forth. You caught on quickly and began to sway with her, humming a tune under your breath. The two of you danced in the rain for a few more minutes, the stars your only source of light. You remember thinking how beautiful she looked at that moment, her damp hair sticking to her face and a soft smile on her lips. When she began leaning towards you, you met her halfway and your lips met in a soft kiss. You knew then that you loved her, that she was the one for you.

You open your eyes again, staring at the ceiling of your shared bedroom. After that first night, your relationship with Wanda continued to grow stronger. She was the one thing in your life you could count on, she knew you better than you knew yourself. The two of you were each other’s best friend, and she made your life complete.

You glanced at the clock again and saw that you only had twenty-five minutes before you needed to be downstairs, so you poked Wanda in the shoulder lightly.

“C’mon babe, we need to get up,” you say, holding back a yawn.

Wanda just shakes her head and buries further into your chest. You huff out a breath and try and think of a way to extract yourself from her iron grip around your waist.

You’re dragged out of your thoughts by wet kisses being trailed along your neck, your stomach instantly clenching. You close your eyes and savour the sensation as Wanda’s lips travel down your neck, inching closer to the tops of your breasts that are exposed by your sleep top. Her hands trail up your sides and you shiver at the sensation.

Before she can reach her destination and distract you completely, you come to your senses. With a frustrated groan, you halt the movement of her hands and she looks up at you with a frown on her face.

“Waaaaaanda,” you growl out at her playfully, “We don’t have time for this. I need to shower and I need coffee before I deal with Rogers this morning.”

She huffs at you, her eyes narrowing before she rolls off you and onto her back beside you.

“Fine,” she relents, sounding very much like a toddler who just had their favourite toy taken away.

You sit up slowly, swinging your legs over the side of the bed. You stand up and walk over to your adjoining bathroom, pausing in the doorway to look back at your girlfriend.

She’s also out of the bed now, and as you look at her she stretches her arms above her head, her shirt rising up and exposing her stomach. You feel your resolve weaken as you take in her sleep rumpled hair and exposed neck. Surely you could survive without coffee today?

“Wanda?” you call out to her, and she turns to face you. “Maybe we can be late, just this once,” you say as you turn and walk into the bathroom, already shedding your shirt.

There’s a wicked glint in her eye as she follows you quickly into the bathroom.

//

You’re impressed that you’re only two minutes late to the briefing. You wonder if anyone would even notice you were late, forgetting about Steves incessant need for punctuality.

You feel his glare on you as you walk into the briefing room, your hand in Wandas as she walks beside you, both of you sporting damp hair from the shower and matching grins. The two of you take a seat at the end of the table, and you try to ignore the knowing look Natasha gives you.

“Ok now that we’re all here,” Steve begins, sending a pointed look your way, “I’ll let you all know what’s going on.”

You roll your eyes at his dramatics and hear a soft giggle escape Wanda’s lips. You turn to her and make a face, which causes her to laugh louder.

Steve clears his throat deliberately, looking at the two of you again. You smile innocently up at him, unable to feel guilty at interrupting his meeting when Wanda is smiling at you the way she is.

“Alright,” he begins again, keeping an eye on you to make sure you’re done interrupting. You turn your attention to him, knowing that whatever he’s about to say is important. You do take your job seriously after all. “We intercepted a coded message from Hydra yesterday. They have a warehouse a few states over full of weapons that they’re looking to move tonight. We don’t know where they’re moving it to so we only have one shot to intercept these weapons.”

The team all begins to ask questions about the mission, and Steve goes over everyone’s roles. You’ve been partnered up with Wanda, tasked with finding the Hydra agents inside the warehouse and taking them out. Once all the finer details have been worked out the team leaves to go get ready. The light airy feeling you had from this morning is now replaced with a fierce determination.

As you and Wanda return to your room to get ready, you notice how quiet she is. It’s not unusual for her to be lost in her thoughts before a mission, but something about the way she’s avoiding your gaze fills you with worry.

“Hey,” you say softly to her, and she looks over at you. The look in her eyes makes your heart leap to your throat. “Are you ok?”

She blows out a breath before answering you. “Yeah, I just have this really bad feeling about today that I can’t shake.”

You walk over to her and wrap your arms around her shoulders, she leans into you, relishing in the comfort you provide.

“We’ll be fine,” you try to reassure her, but she pulls back to look into your eyes.

“You can’t promise that,” she whispers, her eyes full of fear and apprehension.

“Ok you’re right, I can’t,” you begin, moving your hands to cup her cheeks, “But I can promise that I’ll do everything I can to make sure that we both walk out of today.” You lean down and place a gentle kiss against her lips.

“And besides,” you continue after you pull away, “I don’t feel like breaking our streak of successful missions just yet. I don’t want to mess up perfection.” Your joke has the desired effect, and Wanda smiles up at you.

“You’re such a dork,” she says, pushing your shoulder lightly.

You clutch your hand to your chest in mock outrage, and she laughs at your theatrics.

“I may be a dork, but you’re the one who loves me anyway,” you reply, your arms wrapping around her waist as she rolls her eyes at you.

“Yep, silly me,” she teases before leaning in to join your lips once more.

//

An hour later you’re sitting on the quinjet, looking over the blueprints for the warehouse for what felt like the hundredth time. You wanted to make sure you’ve memorised every single room, you didn’t want to give the Hydra agents any chance to get away. Natasha pours over the blueprints with you, she was entering through the opposite side of the building to you, tasked with extracting any files from their databases before they could erase them.

The rest of the team were sitting quietly throughout the aircraft, each one doing a final check of their equipment. You could see Wanda out of the corner of your eye, summoning red balls of energy in her hand, getting warmed up for the action.

“Well I think we have it all covered,” Natasha said, rolling up the blueprints. “As long as there aren’t any hidden rooms that aren’t on the blueprints this should be a fairly straightforward mission.”

You nod at her before walking over to sit with Wanda. As you sit beside her, the energy from her hands disappears, her eyes changing from glowing red to back to green. You reach down and grab her hand, warm from using her powers, and bring it to your lips, placing a soft kiss against her palm.

“Ok everyone, we’re about five miles out from the warehouse,” Steve said, standing in the middle of the space. The jet begins to lower to the ground, landing in a field surrounded by trees. You all stand and form a huddle around Steve, a tradition that was started a long time ago.

“Stay safe out there, make sure you look after your partner, and stay focused on the mission. If everything goes to plan we’ll be taking a lot of weapons out of Hydra’s hands tonight.” As Steve spoke, you gripped Wanda’s hand tightly, and she offered you a reassuring squeeze.

As you always did at the end of the huddle, the team ended up in one large group hug before parting. It really was one big dysfunctional family, and you knew that no matter what, the team all loved one another.

The plan was to travel by foot to the warehouse, wanting to keep the element of surprise. While Tony had installed a stealth function on the quinjet, no one wanted to take the chance of alerting Hydra to your arrival before the ambush started. One of the pilots was going to stay on board, and when you breached the facility they would fly the jet closer for extraction.

You said your goodbyes to the team before you all parted ways, heading in different directions to your starting locations.

You didn’t talk much to Wanda as you walked with her, still going over the blueprints in your head and preparing for what lied ahead. Her hand was steady in yours though, and every now and then you would catch each other’s eye and smile softly.

The comms crackle to life every so often with the team stating they are in position and waiting for Steve’s signal. You can’t help but notice the way Wanda tenses every time someone starts to speak. You frown as you realise she’s still feeling uneasy after your conversation earlier.

When you reach your position, hidden in the loading dock of the warehouse, you press the button of your own comms device before speaking. “All set Cap, awaiting orders.”

“Roger that,” you hear in your ear as he responds to your message.

You check your watch and notice that there’s still a while to wait before the action is scheduled to start. It was decided that waiting for nightfall was the best option, everyone agreeing that the cover of darkness would benefit the team.

The sun is beginning to set, casting an orange glow over the whole area. You look over at Wanda and once again find yourself captivated by her beauty.

She’s looking away from you and you study her profile in the dying light. The curve of her nose; the light dusting of freckles across her cheeks; the delicate column of her neck, which was one of your favourite places to get lost in; the way her soft lips were turned up ever so lightly in a gentle smile. You once again find yourself overwhelmed with your love for her.

Wanda glances over at you and catches you staring, her nose scrunching up and her eyes twinkling with amusement. “What?” she questions when you continue to stare at her, “Do I have something on my face?” She brings her hand up to brush at her cheek, smiling over at you.

“Marry me?” you blurt out, and Wanda’s eyes go wide, her hand frozen on her cheek.

“What?” she chokes out after a moment.

“Uh, I mean. Shit, not like that. I just, I didn’t mean,” you stutter out as your brain tries to catch up to your mouth. “Ughhh,” you growl out frustratedly, burying your head in your hands.

You huff out a frustrated breath and curse your lack of filter. You slowly drag your hands down your face and chance a look at Wanda. She’s still frozen in shock, her green eyes still staring at you.

“Sorry,” you mumble, “Forget I said anything.”

You watch as her face falls, her brows furrowing as a frown graces her features. “So you didn’t mean it?” She asks you.

You take a breath to try and compose yourself before you reply. “I mean, it’s not that I didn’t mean it you know? It’s just that it’s way too soon, isn’t it? I mean we’ve only been dating for two years. Yeah, we’ve known each other longer than that, but does that count? And yea every time I think of my future, I picture the two of us together. But I honestly hadn’t given it too much thought. I was just standing there and you looked so beautiful, I mean you always do, but with the sun setting you were just glowing and all I could think about was how much I love you, and how lucky I am to call you mine. But you deserve a grand proposal, with like flowers and a string quartet and fairy lights or something. It should be special you know and thought out. I mean I don’t even have a ring for crying out loud. And you deserve more than a half-formed thought blurted out right before the start of a mission because I’m an idiot who doesn’t have a filter.” You started pacing as you ranted at her, missing the amusement on her face. You stop and turn to face her, a blush on your cheeks as you once again realise you just spewed out your thoughts to her without thinking.

She just cocks an eyebrow at you before responding. “You about done yet?” She asks her tone light and teasing.

“I think so,” you quip back, nodding at her. “But I-” you try to continue before she cuts you off.

“Zip it, it’s my turn to talk now.” she levels you with a stare, and you stop mid-sentence, making a show of zipping up your lips. She laughs lightly, before taking a step toward you, grabbing both your hands in hers.

“Y/N, these past two years have been the best years of my life. You make me happier than I can ever remember feeling. With the Avengers, I found a family. But with you, I found a home. When I picture my future I see you in it as well, you’re it for me. There’s no one else I could ever want more. So sure, some people may say it’s too soon, but screw them. I love you, and you love me. It should be that simple.” She squeezes your hands lightly, and you feel tears swimming in your eyes.

“So, what are you saying?” you ask, unsure if you’re reading into her words too much.

“I’m saying yes,” she whispers, before cupping your cheeks and bringing your lips together.

The kiss is chaste and sweet. When Wanda pulls back you can see tears trailing down her cheeks. Your own tears of happiness have begun to fall, and you feel as though your smile will split your face in half.

You gaze at your girlfriend, no wait fiance, and she returns your stare, her eyes shining with love. You feel your heart soar as you begin to think of how you get to spend forever with Wanda by your side.

The comms crackling to life bring you both back to reality. “One minute until breach,” You hear Steve say.

You drop Wanda’s hands, placing one last quick kiss on her lips, before the two of you crouch down and creep over to the door at the edge of the loading dock.

“30 seconds,” Steves’s voice breaks the silence again, and you draw your gun from its holster. You see Wanda summoning wisps of energy in her hands, her eyes shining a deep red.

You square your shoulders, tense and ready to fight. You know what you have to do. You’re good at your job. You were determined to make it out of this mission alive. You glance over at Wanda, knowing that you needed to make it out alive for her. You had your whole future ahead of you, and you wanted to spend it with her.

“Standby in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1…”

//

The mission started off exactly as planned. Once Wanda had blasted open the back door of the warehouse, the two of you methodically made your way down the corridors. Hydra agents had tried to stop you, but the two of you were a well-oiled machine.

You fired rounds off, hitting your targets every time. Wanda used her powers to fling assailants out of the way. You cleared room after room, making your way to the basement where you knew the weapons were being held.

You could hear through the comms that Steve had already made it to the weapons, his route clear of enemies. Natasha had already made it through their firewall and was in the process of downloading their encrypted files. The rest of the team were having similar successes. Everything was going according to plan.

You made your way to the top of the basement stairs, Wanda right behind you. You descend quickly, meeting Steve and other members of the team in the well-lit area. Natasha informed you that she had checked the security cameras and it looked as though all of the Hydra agents were taken care of.

Wanda and Steve had begun to move the weapons, using their enhanced abilities to their advantage. The rest of you walked along with them, keeping an eye out for any rouge agents lurking around corners.

The quinjet was quickly loaded and you all began congratulating each other on another successful mission. S.H.I.E.L.D was minutes away, ready to take the Hydra agents into custody. Natasha had finished downloading the files and was making her way back through the warehouse to the aircraft with Sam in tow.

“Hang on,” you hear Steve call out behind you, where he had been counting the boxes of weapons, “I think we’re one short.”

You look over to the captain and see his brow furrowed as he counts again. You jog over to him, and he turns to face you. “We must have left a box behind somewhere.” He frowns, unsure how the whole team could have missed something as important as this.

“Don’t stress Cap, Wanda and I will run back in to grab it.” You clap a hand on his shoulder in reassurance.

“Just be careful Y/N,” he says, tone serious “Even one box of explosives in the hands of Hydra is dangerous.” You nod at him before making your way over to Wanda.

“There’s a box unaccounted for,” you tell her quietly, “I said we’d go back for it.”

She quickly begins to follow you back to the warehouse, and the two of you waste no time making it back to the basement. You search around the empty area, not finding anything.

“You sure there’s one missing Rogers?” you say into the comms, growing frustrated with the search.

“Positive,” he replies, and you trust him, so you continue to look.

“Maybe it’s not down here,” Wanda suggests, and you agree. You decide to search the rooms one by one to see if it was hidden somewhere else.

“We may need some help,” you call into the comms, “we’re going to need to search of the entire warehouse, it’s definitely not down here.”

“Copy that,” you hear Natasha reply, “We’re on our way back in.”

You begin to climb the stairs with Wanda in front of you, looking down at your feet so you don’t trip. As you ascend, you notice the corner of a wooden crate peeking out between two of the stairs.

You halt your movements, calling out to Wanda to grab her attention. “I think it’s hidden under the stairs there,” you say pointing at the crate.

Wanda motions you to move out of the way, using her powers to lift the box carefully. It begins to float through the air towards the two of you.

Just as the box reaches the bottom of the stairs, you notice a shadow cross the doorway. You look up expecting to see a member of your team, but instead, you’re met with the face of a Hydra agent, a dagger in his hands, the blade glinting in the light.

In the second it takes for you to call out to warn Wanda, he has already thrown his weapon. You feel it lodge in your abdomen, a sharp pain blooming from the site. You’ve already raised your gun and fired off a round, the bullet hitting him in the chest as he falls to the floor.

The commotion causes Wanda to lose focus, and she drops the crate to the ground. There is a second of quiet before the unstable explosive inside detonates, sending the two of you flying. The stairs you were standing on collapse into a pile of debris and you feel yourself hit the hard concrete floor, the force of the impact driving the knife further into your body. You grunt out in pain, as the dust settles in the air around you.

You can hear Wanda’s cries of pain nearby, and you try to call out to her, but your breaths are coming out in short gasps. The pain from the stab wound is radiating through your chest, and your vision starts to blur.

“What happened, we heard an explosion?” You hear Natashas voice in your ear, breathless as if she were running.

With the little energy you could muster you raise your hand toward your ear to reply, “Basement,” you manage to choke out.

“Is everyone ok?” You hear Sam this time, the rushing of wind accompanying his voice leading you to believe he was flying toward you.

“No,” you groan out, the pain intensifying. You suspect that you have some broken ribs with the effort it’s taking to breathe.

“Y/N?” you hear Wanda calling out, her voice desperate. The dust is clearing now and you can see her frantically searching for you in the rubble.

Her eyes find you and she immediately runs over, falling to her knees beside you. Tears fill her eyes as she notices the knife in your side and the way your chest is rising and falling with shallow breaths.

“Hang in there baby,” She whimpers, as her tears begin to fall, “Help is on the way.”

You cry out in agony, the pain intensifying with every passing second as your adrenaline starts to wane. Wanda lifts her hand from the floor, intending to reach out and smooth your hair back from your forehead in an attempt to comfort you. Instead, she gazes at it in horror, her hand covered in a warm red liquid that she quickly realises is your blood. She can feel it seeping through her pants as she kneels beside you.

She lets out a choked sob before raising her hand to her ear, and you hear her panicked voice through the comms. “You need to hurry, Y/N, she’s been stabbed. There’s blood everywhere and oh god, please just hurry.”

“We’ll be there in a minute, hang in there Y/N,” You hear Steve reply, his voice steady and even.

You look up at Wanda, frowning when you notice the gash above her left eyebrow. Her eyes are looking at you, full of fear and panic. Tears are streaming silently down her face, her bottom lip trembling. Even at this moment, you still find yourself captivated by her beauty.

“Wanda,” you say, your voice strained as you struggle to draw a breath, “I love you so much.”

You see realisation dawn on her face and she starts to shake her head back and forth, clenching her eyes shut. “Stop,” she whispers, “Not like this.”

You draw in another shaky breath, determined to say your final goodbye before it’s too late. You can feel the shock setting in. The pain is starting to fade now, your thoughts becoming a cloudy haze as you struggle to stay awake.

“I love you, and I’m so glad I got to meet you,” you continue, each word rasped out between stuttered breaths. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, and I am so thankful I got to call you mine”

“No, Y/N,” she cuts in, grasping your hand in hers, “You can’t die. Not like this, not now. Help is coming, you have to hang on for me baby. Please, can you hang on for me?”

“I’m so c-cold,” you stutter out, your body trembling, your eyes beginning to close.

“Y/N, look at me. Don’t close your eyes, stay with me,” Wanda is gripping your face between her hands as she pleads with you. You strain to keep your eyes locked on hers, your eyelids feeling heavy.

“That’s it, Y/N/N, just a little longer,” she smiles down at you. “Help will get here, and you’ll be ok. Then we can get married and live a long and happy life together. You just need to hold on a little longer, can you do that for me?”

You try to reply, but you can feel your energy fading fast, so instead, you nod slightly. Wanda notices and bends down to press a soft kiss against your forehead, her lips warm against your cool skin.

You hear a flurry of movement nearby as the team rushes into the room. The voices all begin to blur together as Wanda fills them in on what happened. You look up at her and her eyes still haven’t left yours.

Suddenly you’re being lifted into Sam’s arms, the pain returning as he takes off, rushing to get you to the hospital before it’s too late. You close your eyes now, no longer able to fight the darkness that drags you in.

Your last thought before you pass out from the blood loss is of Wanda.

//

The first thing you notice when you regain consciousness is the incessant beeping of a machine nearby. It lulls you from your peaceful slumber, and as you slowly wake up you begin to remember the events of the day. They flash before your closed eyes in quick succession.

The explosion, the pain, the knife being thrown at you, fighting the Hydra agents, Wanda crying over your body, Wanda smiling at you, Wanda accepting your proposal.

Your eyes snap open and you regret it almost immediately. The bright lights above your bed burn into them, and you start to bring your arm up to block the fluorescent light. Regret number two; the sudden movement of your arm jostles your body and you feel pain shoot across your chest. You groan out loud and hear the beeping of the monitor pick up its pace.

This attracts the attention of Wanda, who is by your side in an instant. “You’re awake,” she breathes out, and the smile on her face is so wide it’s almost comical.

“How long was I out?” you question, your voice raspy. You realise how dry your throat feels, and look around for something to drink.

As if sensing your discomfort, Wanda grabs a cup from your bedside table, filling it with cool water from the jug resting there. She places a straw in the cup and brings it to your lips, and you greedily gulp down the cool liquid, the scratchiness of your throat dissipating immediately.

“Better?” she asks, quirking her brow. You hum in agreement. “A few hours,” she says, answering your earlier question, “We got here about seven hours ago and they took you straight to surgery. You’ve been in recovery for about three hours now.”

You nod, the action causing your vision to blur. You close your eyes again and grimace at the way your whole body feels as though you’ve been hit by a truck.

Wanda notices you tense and grabs your hand in hers gently. “Are you in pain?” she asks quietly and you nod again, a small whimper escaping your lips. “I’ll go grab the nurse,” she says quickly, kissing the back of your hand before carefully placing it back on the bed and rushing out of the room.

Half an hour later, after the doctor had checked you over and the increase in your morphine had started to take effect, you were sitting up in bed. Wanda sat cross-legged on the edge of your bed, her hands playing with yours as they rested in her lap.

“So what happened?” you asked her, her hands stilling momentarily. “The last thing I really remember is Sam lifting me up.”

She takes a deep breath before replying, “Well he flew right out of the warehouse and straight here. The doctors had already been called and alerted of what was going on so they were ready when you arrived. By the time the rest of us made it here, you were already in surgery.”

She laces her fingers with yours, her thumb stroking the back of your hand. “It was touch and go for a while there, but they managed to repair the damage from the stab wound. You have three broken ribs and a lot of bruises but that’s it. You’re so lucky.”

“I don’t feel lucky,” you try and joke, “Looks like I’ve got a lot of bed rest ahead of me and you know how bored I’m going to be.”

Wanda looks up at you, her eyes swimming with tears. “God I was so scared Y/N,” she whispers. A sob escapes her then as the tears begin to fall. You pull her towards you, and she melts into your touch, head resting on your chest as she cries. You wrap her in your arms and hold her tight, your hand gently stroking the hair on the back of her head.

“Hey, shhh, I’m fine now,” you try to soothe her. “I’ll be ok.” You press a kiss to the top of her head.

“I didn’t think you were going to make it,” she confesses, pulling back to look into your eyes. “There was so much blood, and then you were saying goodbye and I thought that was it.” She closes her eyes as she speaks, screwing them tightly shut as if to shut out the painful memories.

“Well, I couldn’t leave you yet. We have a wedding to plan after all,” you say, your tone light and teasing in an effort to break up the tension of the room. Wanda chuckles lightly and wipes the tears from her face.

“Next time I have a bad feeling, we stay in bed. Deal?” she asks, although her tone leaves no room for argument. You just nod at her and she laughs, leaning down to place a short but passionate kiss against your lips.

“What about you,” you say, and she looks at you with confusion. “How are you feeling?” you clarify, gesturing to the bandage on her forehead, obscuring the cut there.

“Oh,” she says, raising her hand to touch the bandage like she had forgotten it was there. “I hit my head when I fell, it’s not that bad though. I didn’t even need stitches. Besides a headache that won’t go away, I’m fine.” she shrugs as she finishes before a sly grin takes over her face. “So about this wedding…?”

//

The two of you spend the next hour discussing the plans for your wedding. You both agree that you don’t want anything big and lavish, preferring instead to have something small and intimate with the people closest to you. You decide on the roof of the compound to hold the ceremony, a callback to the location of your first date.

All the details fall into place easily and you find yourself growing excited at the thought of being able to call Wanda your wife. An interesting turn of events considering she’s only been my fiance for a day, you think to yourself.

“Ok, so now the big question,” you ask as you lean against Wanda, who has joined you in the bed. Your legs are tangled under the blankets, her arm is around you as you rest against her chest. “When do we want to get married?”

“I’ve always liked the idea of a fall wedding,” she replies, her hand absentmindedly tracing patterns along your back, “How about September?”

“Sounds perfect,” you say, “Only fourteen more months until I get to be Y/N Y/L/N-Maximoff.”

“Actually, I meant this coming September,” she confesses quietly, and you sit up to look at her properly.

“You’re serious?” you ask, studying her face.

She sits up too, taking your hands into hers.

“Y/N, I almost lost you today. I don’t want to waste any more time. I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you, so why wait? You’re my forever, so let’s start forever as soon as possible.” She looks at you tenderly and you can’t help but lean into her and press your lips to hers.

The kiss is slow and languid, full of love and promises. When you pull away, you rest your foreheads together, both of you smiling.

“Ok, let’s do it,” you whisper, your breath fanning across her face, “let’s get married in September.”

Wanda squeals and hugs you lightly, careful of your injuries.

“Well now that’s all worked out,” she declared, moving up to stand beside your bed, “I’m going to see if I can get a nurse to give me something for this damn headache.”

She bends down to kiss you lightly, “Back in a minute,” she murmurs against your lips.

“Mmmmk, love you,” you hummed as she pulled back.

“Love you too,” she called out over her shoulder as she walked toward the door. You smile and settle down into the bed, closing your eyes and relishing in the content feeling. You’re not sure you can remember a time you were this happy.

Wanda’s gasp of pain made you look up, your heart dropping as you saw her clutch her head and fall to the floor. Her body began to convulse as you jump out of bed, wires tearing from the machines and setting off alarms. You reach her side, ignoring the pain in your body, and kneel beside her. Her eyes have rolled into the back of her head and you feel helpless as her body slowly stops moving.

“Wanda, hey, wake up!” you cry out, clutching her shoulders tightly. “Help!” you yell out, screaming desperately over and over again, hoping someone would hear you.

Suddenly the door opens and the room is flooded with nurses and doctors. You feel arms lift you away from Wanda and back towards your bed, but you don’t pay them any attention, your eyes glued to her prone form on the floor. There is a flurry of movement as they examine her before she’s lifted onto a stretcher and wheeled away. You pray for her to be ok, but your prayers aren’t answered.

Later the doctors will sit you down and explain what happened. You hear the words intracranial hematoma and we did everything we could, but all you can register is the overwhelming pain radiating inside of you. Wanda was gone, and you now had to find a way to go on living without her. You had promised each other your forevers, you just didn’t think that forever would fall apart so soon.

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[bittermuire]

gwynriel broadway au snippet thing?

here is this silly little broadway au. it is purely the effect of my bi-annual obsession with anastasia the musical. so listen to in my dreams and crossing a bridge if you have not (it will change your life) and enjoy this fic

(for context: gwyn and az are starring as anya and dmitry in the musical adaption of anastasia on whatever version of broadway velaris has)

...

Face illuminated under the lamplight, she looks into Azriel’s eyes, looming and layered in the glow, and smiles as he slings an arm over her shoulders. “You’re so sweet tonight.”

He frowns mockingly. “I’m always sweet.”

They go on down the quiet street. They’ve long since left the theaters behind, the arching lines and throngs of people—playbills crumpled up in gutters, arms linked in arms and voices squealing and chattering. It’s not that Gwyn doesn’t love it. It’s her life. But it was a two show day and she’s exhausted beyond belief. Actually, she should be on vocal rest, but the nighttime walk home with Azriel is a sacred thing and she has no interest in sacrilege.

It’s been almost two weeks since the opening night of Anastasia and the show is a hit. The theater is electric when she steps onto the stage; in that wonderland of otherness, bathing in the lights, blind except for the vague outlines of their faces, she feels safe. And all she knows is everyone else there with her.

In their comfortable quiet, close to the warmth of his side, Gwyn chances a look up at her castmate.

Azriel. The Dmitry to her Anya.

He gets lost in these liquid nights, his face sobering, his body relaxing and coming down from the stress of performance. She’s not usually so close to him. It’s an odd kind of intimacy, to almost feel him fall into her, ease back into the heaviness of regular existence. His arm grows heavier over her shoulders, his steps begin to match hers.

Looking up at him, she sees his dark eyes soften to the city.

“You’re tired,” she says.

There’s a brief pause, then he quirks a brow, looking down at her as well. “What do you—”

The shrill tone of Gwyn’s cell phone interrupts him.

He winces dramatically. “That is horrible. That is a horrible noise. It never gets better. I don’t know how you stand it.” Irritated at being ignored, he sighs. “Gwyn—”

“Shut up, please.” She pastes a smile on her face and accepts the call. “Hi, babe.”

At her side, Azriel immediately stiffens and turns away.

The warm glowy voice of her boyfriend delivers the news of his day like it’s the radio station she chooses to tune into each and every day. Indulgently she listens, walking along, dragging Azriel along too. She barely registers how he begins to move away. His hands are stuffed in his pockets and head is tipped up to the stars.

This is his habit. He seeps out of everyone’s hands. You try to put him in four walls and a roof and he walks out every time.

Their first time working together, that one-time performance of Phantom of the Opera, she’d been unnerved by his tangible quiet. At that point he was better-known than she was, and she’d heard only good things. Funny, charming, quiet, talented.

So, so talented.

It was true. All of it. But they didn’t become close until the night after the show, when they walked home together—and became friends.

And never spoke again for two years until Gwyn got the call and saw the names and her heart gave a weak little burst, like, oh, good. You’re here.

Seeing him again was a confusing feeling. Seeing him at the table read, hair mussed and in a midnight blue sweater, ankle resting on his knee, she felt like she’d been married to him and then divorced. She felt embarrassed sitting next to him. She felt silly treating him like someone she barely knew.

And now here they were, playing lovers, playing people who played other people. People falling in love. And much to her chagrin, those confusing feelings she had—has—have never quite sorted themselves out.

She’s still chattering away to her boyfriend like second-nature when Azriel flicks her finger with his own and gestures to his street.

She waves, smiles. Mouths, See you tomorrow.

He smiles too and turns away. She stands and watches him go.

...

[k-comfyspace]

Helping Hand

Star: Kim Minji, Kim Yoohyeon (Dreamcatcher)

Idea: Yes

Love: hi are your requests open?? well if you have time can you write dreamcatcher poly reader (8th member) x yoohyeon x jiu where the leader's duties are taking a toll on her and she's stressing a lot but her gfs are there to take care of her with massages caresses and lots of cuddles? make it fluffy pls (love your blog btw!!)

A/n: Hope you like this!

"Gahyeon, could you get Dong for me? Siyeon, the staff is asking for you."

Minji glanced back and forth, talking between their manager, and checking to make sure the girls were safe. "Make sure everyone is ready after shooting, okay? The van would be outside by then." The girl nodded, making a plan in her head. She joined the rest, watching her managers leave while she finished the rest of her makeup.

The exhaustion was clear in the girl’s face. Not only was she up late last night, but she had to wake up extra early since she was in charge of waking up the other girls and cooking food. Throughout the day, her duties didn’t lessen, the workload piling up on Minji.

On the couches, Yoohyeon looked at her girlfriend, worry swimming in her eyes. She had been watching the girl since she was eating breakfast. The puppy noticed that the older girl was quieter than usual. She was busy taking care of them as well as glancing at her phone and talking with their manager.

She was worried, but when she would ask the older girl if she was alright, Minji would play it off. The leader would brush off Yoohyeon, saying that she was fine, when it was clear as day that she wasn’t.

The puppy frowned in her seat. Minji was being stubborn. She knew the older girl wouldn’t budge, and while she was pouting towards her leader, a sudden idea appeared in her head. It was as if a lightbulb appeared beside her head, her face visibly lighting up before she reached to grab her phone.

—

Minji puffed a breath, doing her ending pose for the camera. When she heard the director call for a cut, she moved to remove her microphone, ushering the girls backstage.

"The van is waiting outside, let’s change quickly." She instructed, and thankfully the girls understood. All of them had been informed of their schedules earlier.

The leader changed and waited for the rest outside, doing a quick headcount before they all left. Minji huffed, leaning back in her seat. She closed her eyes in the meantime, knowing that the driver already knew where they were going.

She was tired, but she pushed forward, knowing that the sooner they finished, the sooner she could rest.

She was soon drifting off to sleep, her consciousness slowly drifting. However, before she could fully float away, the sensation of the car stopping and doors opening pulled her away from her daze. A quiet sigh escaped her lips, opening the door and sluggishly leaving the van.

Minji rubbed her eyes, walking towards the door, where Yoohyeon waited for her with a smile. The puppy reached out her hand, tilting her head with a silly smile plastered on her face.

The leader mirrored the smile, albeit a little lower compared to the younger girl. She took her hand. The heavy weight on her shoulders lessened when she felt Yoohyeon’s thumb grazing the back of her hand.

The butterflies fluttered in her stomach, a tingling sensation inside her chest. She felt almost euphoric as if she felt the younger girl saying, everything is going to be alright.

—

Throughout the day, Yoohyeon did her best to make Minji comfortable, helping her around and being by her side. She linked their arms, keeping her hand intertwined with the older girl. The only time they would be apart was when Minji would shoot by herself, and vice versa.

After a few hours, the sun had already set. The moon was high in the sky. Inside the van, Minji was close to collapsing, she felt so tired. Her body ached, physically and mentally tired from all the stress that she felt. The ride back to the dorm was slow and painstakingly painful. Not only that, but the trip wasn’t over yet.

She couldn’t even sleep if she wanted to.

After arriving at the dorm, Yoohyeon and Minji had to wait for their managers to leave before they could go out and go to your apartment.

"They’re gone!" Minji was appalled by the younger girl’s energy. Yoohyeon had a bright smile while they both masked up, bidding the others goodbye as they trudged their way to your apartment.

"Come on!" The older girl let out a whine, feeling too much energy coming from the puppy. "Yoohyeon, why are you so hyper?" She complained, opening the door as a dimly lit hallway greeted her. Minji was startled, firstly seeing the roses on the ground.

It led up further into the flat, the leader turning her head to look at her other girlfriend who only sported a smile, ushering her to follow the trail. Minji had no idea what was happening, but she followed it anyway. Walking further inside, a gasp slipped past both girls when they saw the state of the living room.

The couches were at the side, a large blanket spread across the floor, the coffee table was moved to the middle while three cushions lay around the table. There were electric candles atop the surface, a couple more petals scattered across, and three plates to top it off.

The atmosphere was quiet, the lights were dim, but they gave enough light for the two girls to visualize a candlelit dinner under the stars. Your figure emerged from the kitchen, holding a large plate of pasta and drinks, out of the corner of their eyes.

You smiled at their appearance, setting the pasta on the table and giving each of you a glass of wine.

Minji took note of your appearance. A sweater and sweatpants weren’t much, but you still managed to pull it off. The older girl had confusion written all over her face, catching your eye in hopes of earning an explanation.

However, you left to go back to the kitchen instead of giving her an explanation, entering once more with a bouquet of flowers in your hands, adding to the confusion further before giving them to Minji and guiding her to sit down.

Yoohyeon, helped the older girl sit, taking the seat on her left while you sat on the unoccupied side. There were no words exchanged as you served the pasta. Minji was still confused, but the aroma of your cooking distracted her thoughts, joining both of you as she realized that she was starving after the first bite.

Soon after, everyone was done eating. The older girl didn’t get to ask questions when you pulled her up, leading her up the stairs slowly.

At some point, Minji realized that she wasn’t going to get answers, so she followed wherever you dragged her. She ended up in the bathroom, where another surprise was waiting for her.

Much like the living room, the bathroom was decorated with flower petals. Scented candles were scattered around, and the tub was filled with a warm bath as Yoohyeon approached to light one of the candles.

Placing a hand on Minji’s shoulder, you held the hem of her shirt, locking eyes with her. "May I?" You asked with nothing but good intentions and softness in your eyes. When the older girl nodded, you took it as your cue to remove her shirt, stripping her clothing before you followed suit.

All three of you were stark naked, approaching the tub and offering your hand to Minji so she could get in the bath.

When the eldest girl felt the warm water surrounding her body, a relieved sigh escaped her lips. Seemingly all her muscles reacted to the sudden warmth it brought her.

"Lean back," Yoohyeon said, followed by a pair of arms guiding her to lean back. She followed suit, and while she expected to lay against the porcelain rim, she instead felt soft skin against her back.

Another sigh slipped past her lips, causing goosebumps on her skin before your hands began to massage her head and wash her hair while the puppy scrubbed her arms.

After an hour of relaxing inside the bath, you gingerly stood up, seeing your older girlfriend drifting off to sleep. You pulled her up, rinsing her off the soap, and dressed Minji comfortably. Yoohyeon put out all the candles and followed both of you to the bedroom.

You laid the leader on the bed, joining her a few minutes after checking on Yoohyeon. When all three of you were under the covers, arms and legs went to tangle with each other, sharing the warmth with one another.

Minji felt euphoric, as she felt the comfort of the mattress beneath her, the feeling of her girlfriends’ arms around her form. The butterflies and tingling sensations she felt were heightened by being surrounded by two of the people she loves most in the world.

All of her problems melted away ever since the moment she entered your door.

"What’s all this for?" She asked in a whisper, fearing that she might’ve forgotten something, but you only gave her a reassuring smile.

"It's something me and Yoohyeon planned for the day." You answered simply, but the taller girl shook her head with a frown. "Don’t take all the credit. Y/n was the one who did all this. When I said a relaxing evening, this isn’t what I had in mind." She said, resting her head on Minji’s head, leaning over to kiss you.

When she called you earlier, she explained what Minji was going through. Wanting to prepare something so she could burn off all the stress that she felt during the day, and while Yoohyeon expected a warm dinner, she didn’t expect you to go all out and decorate the apartment.

"If it’s for the both of you, I would do anything." You replied, meeting her in the middle for a kiss before both of you leaned down to kiss Minji on the head. But when the older girl didn’t reply, both of you checked to see that the older girl had already been knocked out.

She had her mouth open slightly, quiet snores leaving her lips. A giggle escaped both of you, finding the scene adorable before you got comfortable. "Thank you so much for this, babe. You outdid yourself." Yoohyeon whispered, but you shook your head.

"No need to thank me, Yooh." You locked eyes with her, the softness and love overwhelming the puppy, starting to feel drowsy from the warm sensations forming in her chest. "I would do this again for you if I had to. As long as it is for both of you, I would do it once over."

While the puppy drifted off to sleep, you watched your two girlfriends in contentment. Satisfaction was evident in your expression, joyous that you managed to relieve Minji from all her stress.

Looking down at both of them, you couldn’t help but smile, closing your eyes and leaning down to give them each a kiss before you joined them in their drift.

[forcefully-awoken]

Denki Kaminari x F! Reader

Rating: E

Warnings: Alcohol consumption being mentioned, overstimulation, squirting, a little bit of his quirk being used. 18+.

Summary: Denki bets you that he can get you off in under a minute, but you have your doubts.

it starts with a bet.

you’re out with your friends on night, having a few drinks when denki starts bragging. his voice so loud and obnoxious to your ears.

“i’m telling you, it was less than a minute! girls just go crazy when i get my mouth on them!” his voice carries through the bar, and you’re not sure if he really means to. he’s got a captive audience though, your mutual friends all incredulous at his insistence.

“there’s no way, pikachu!” bakugo is arguing back. “you can’t even get a girl to go home with you, let alone get her to cum in a minute!”

“i promise it’s true!” denki is nodding his head furiously, trying to protect his honor. “i’ll sleep with anybody here to prove it!” that gets a snort of laughter out of you, something denki zeroes in on. the conversation moved quickly though, and soon enough the topic had all but been forgotten, or so you had thought.

“you really don’t think i can?” denki is suddenly next to you in the booth, pressed in closer than you had realized. the look on his face is so serious considering what he’s asking. you shake your head at him.

“nope,” you tell him, arching an eyebrow at him before continuing on, “in fact i’ll bet fifty bucks you can’t”

“you’re on!” you two shake on it, and that’s all it takes to seal your fate.

it’s how you end up on your back in his bed that night, alcohol just barely tingling through your system. present enough to relax you but not enough to impair your judgement. denki had made sure of that, asking multiple times if this was okay. you’ve ended up naked, a towel laid under your hips that denki insisted you would ‘totally need it, babe.’

you had your doubts.

the man in question was still dressed, eyeing you up in a way that made you flush, half from embarrassment and half from lust. you set your jaw though, opening your legs and watched as his eyes darted down to your cunt.

“are we going to do this, or what?” your voice sounding far more confident than you feel at the moment. but neither of you are the type to back down from a challenge, and for you this will be an easy fifty bucks.

“anything you want, babe,” denki replies, eyes not leaving your cunt. he lays himself down between your legs, and you have to repress a shudder when you feel his hot breath fan out over you. “are you ready?”

at your nod of approval his tongue darts out, giving your clit the smallest of kitten licks. you feel when his hands come up to spread you open, granting him further access to you. he gives a quick suck to your clit, before dipping his tongue down to your opening, pushing it into you. immediately he presses it upwards, dragging it back down again to his mouth, clearly searching for something.

he knows he’s found it when your hands come up to tangle in his hair, pulling the strands just shy of pain. you can’t help but press your hips forward, trying to get his tongue further into you. it’s embarrassing how quickly you feel your orgasm grow but, god, you had no idea how long of a tongue he has. he goes with your hands, somehow reaching deeper. you’re not quite sure what exactly he’s doing, besides pressing up against the spot inside you that has you seeing stars. you’re gasping already, but keep the state of mind to glance over at the clock.

it’s been two minutes.

before you can say anything though, one of his hands moves towards your clit, rubbing a harsh circle around it, and you swear you can feel a small jolt of electricity. you feel your inner walls try to clamp down around his tongue but he just fucks you through it. he pulls back and smiles brightly up at you.

“i-it was two minutes!” you declare, moving back slightly as you claim your victory, but you’re stopped by his arms coming up to pull you down again.

“awww, was it? i guess i’ll have to try again!” before you can question what he’s talking about his mouth is on you again, this time he’s focusing in on your clit, rubbing circles around it with his tongue. your head falls back and you cry out from the over sensitivity. your hands find his hair again, and you want to push him away but your arms have decided to mutiny and you’re pulling him closer once more. now his fingers prod at your soaked entrance, one of them slipping in easily. he pumps his one finger into you a few times before another joins it, once again seeking out your g spot. it only takes a few more moments before he has you cumming all over his fingers.

“what about that time?” he asks when he pulls back, and you can see how much of your juices are on his face with the way they shine in the light.

“i didn’t see the time,” you have to admit in a shaky voice, small tremors running through your body. he huffs out a laugh, still not moving away from you.

“well take a look now, quick,” he waits to see your eyes dart over to the clock. you barely register the time before his mouth is on you again, and this time you definitely feel sparks. you brave a look down, and you can fucking see them. small bolts of electricity dancing all through your juices. the sight of it alone is almost enough to send you over the edge, but his fingers press back into you, with a third one added in. they’re so much larger than yours, and there’s still a slight burn despite how turned on you are. his fingers pinpoint in on your g spot, and it feels like he’s lighting you up from the inside out now. you can’t help it when the dam breaks this time, your thighs clamping down as tightly as you can around him, shaking as you feel your cum gush out of you, drenching him and the towel beneath you. he doesn’t stop though, not until you go limp underneath him.

“well?” he asks, a smug smile present on his face.

“under a minute,” you manage to whimper out and his smile grows wider.

“told ya so!” he lands a light smack to the outside of your thigh, rolling his shoulders as he sits back on the edge of the bed. you take in the sight of him, glancing down to see how hard his length is pressing up against his pants. a question pops into your head and you ask it without thinking.

“wanna see how quickly i can cum on your cock?”

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Double Trouble (21+): ANTI CLIMATIC

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word count — 1.4k

genre — erotica, soulmate!au, werewolf! Baek

category — angst, Sir! Baek

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[ This chapter contains: pure smut and romance. Smut details under the cut 🌹 ]

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The smut contains: breeding kink, orgasm denial/edging, degradation, public

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You remember the first time you met, with stardust in your eyes, squinting against the glare of his flashlight in the darkness. Just your luck that you had got lost on a hiking trail during your late-night stroll. Not even the full moon could guide you back home. But there he was, stepping over the dry grass to meet you in the middle of the forest. His mocha brown eyes flashing gold when they met yours.

One, two breaths, and he had you in his arms.

He took you under the view of the stars that night. You’ll never forget the rough caress of his hands and the possessive look gleaming in his dark eyes.

Baek has been the owner* of your body, and, ultimately, your heart, ever since.

A loud crash makes you flinch, spinning around in your chair to find the source, eyes widening. “B-Baek?” you whisper.

The raven graces you with a smirk full of dirty intentions, stepping out of the shadows. “Hey, baby.”

You look him over in a mix of shock and confusion. 1, why is he here? 2, how did he get in? And 3, what the hell happened to your window? How are you going to explain your office’s shattered window to your department manager?

Your breath hitches; your office. Oh shit, you know why he’s here. There’s only so many explanations you can make out of the ravenous look in his dark eyes. Baek never comes here for anything else. “What are you doing here?” you ask, out of courtesy or the quivering of your legs, who knows. Your hands curl tightly around your desk chair as his smirk widens, his tongue swiping over his bottom lip.

“You’re not happy to see me?” he raises a brow, flashing his canines at you with a toothy grin. A draft in the room ruffles his green camouflage shirt, emphasizing the rips and tears scattered across it, but nothing catches your attention like the problem in his cargo pants.

You don’t reply; there’s no need. The knowledge of his presence buzzes under your skin, spreading a warmth of comfort and familiarity over you, and a fire burning deeper within. Covering you from head to toe, like his steady gaze when he steps closer, hovering over you. Your heart skips a skip. Yeah, you’re happy he’s here. You missed him. If anyone in the room knows it better than you, it’s him.

“That’s not what I…” your eyes flutter shut, silenced by his hand resting on your bare thigh.

“You seem tense, babe,” he murmurs, chuckling when you lean into him, lips brushing against his. “Let me,” he murmurs, sliding his hand up your thigh, flickering his fingers at the edge of your thong, “ease you up.”

You slowly open your eyes, looking into his golden ones. He’s barely touched you and you’re already breathless, lost in the feeling of his touch and warmth of his gaze. Just the brush of his fingertips over your inner thigh has electricity zapping through your skin, setting you alight. The feeling only reminds you of the first night you had with him all those months ago, in disbelief of how much your body yearns for him.

“Soulmates,” he had whispered begrudgingly.

If only your human heart was brave enough to reject his advances back then.

You stand from your chair as Baek moves closer. He kicks it to the other side of the room before cupping your face, pulling you into a searing kiss. You gladly let his tongue slip between your lips, exploring your wet carven as his hands map out the contour of your waist. You love it; love how he handles you, lifting you up onto the desk and standing between your legs with ease. Your paperwork crinkles and crumbles under you, but you don’t care. All you’re focused on is pulling him closer, fitting your soft body against his firm one.

You take a deep breath, breathing him into your lungs. Your senses may not match your soulmate’s, but you're for damn sure are just as addicted to his rough caress and sandalwood scent. You look up at Baek in that moment, not able to fight your smile when you lock eyes.

It’s anti-climatic; the way he brushes you off, stepping back to keep bare minimum contact between your bodies to avoid your scent lingering on his clothes. Baek presses his body to yours when you’re both stripped bare, the warmth of his skin and steady heartbeat thumping against yours. His cock rests on your stomach, smearing precum on your skin with every sway of his hips.

“Please,” you pant, tugging onto his hair.

Baek tightens his grip on your hips, nipping your ear in a warning. “Please what?”

You whimper, eyes rolling into the back of your head when he presses his cock to your pussy, rubbing it through your soaked folds.

“Say it.” He growls, shallowly thrusting into you.

“Fuck me with your big cock, sir, please-” you cry out when he slams inside of you.

Baek promptly claps a hand over your mouth. “Shh, you don’t want them to hear, do you?” he whispers into your ear, filling you to the brim. “Hmm? Do you want everyone to know that I’m fucking your tight little cunt in here?”

You’re at a loss for words, wordlessly holding onto his biceps as he thrusts harder inside of you, looking up at him with an open mouth. He looks good like that, hovering over you, giving you reassuring heat from his closeness and fuel to ignite the fire between your legs.

“Perfect little cock sleeve,” Baek chuckles, pausing for a moment to pull your leg around his waist, propping your other foot onto the edge of the desk. “You look good like this.” He mutters between grunts, fucking you faster and harder. The loud squelch of your pussy milking him makes you flush all the way down to your chest. You look up at him as he bites his lip, hungrily watching where both your bodies are joined.

“Your pussy takes me so well.” He groans, pulling out despite your protests. It only earns you a swift smack on your throbbing clit, making your whole body shudder, thighs quivering.

“Look at you,” he murmurs humouredly, running a hand through his messy hair, the damp strands dangling in his lust-filled eyes. He taunts your clenching pussy with the tip of his cock. “So needy, you love my cock, don’t you?”

“Y-yes, sir,” you breathe, gulping at his possessive stare. Your pussy spasms under his teasing, making every pass of his cock over your core louder and wetter. You can’t help but squirm, loving the way he fucks you, the way he makes you putty in his hands.

“Look at you,” Baek groans, slipping back in. “So tight.” He hisses. “This pussy was made for me.” He reaches down to grip his cock, pulling back out only to slam into you again, hitting your gspot. “You like that?” he grunts when you jolt, clenching down on him.

You grip onto his shoulders when his pace turns sloppy, his short, deep thrusts have you digging your nails into his skin, harshly dragging them down his back without remorse. Baek shoves his face into your neck to muffle his howl of pleasure, biting down hard on your shoulder in retaliation. You grip tighter onto him, biting your lips hard enough to bleed under his unmerciful thrusts. The heat between your legs is building up like the crescendo of the desk creaking against the floor, slowly inching closer to the wall.

“Coming already?” Baek muses when you start to shake, trying to pull him impossibly closer. “Greedy little whore.” He chuckles, breathing heavily with every slap of his balls against your ass, filling you to the hilt again and again. “Just begging to be bred.”

Your breath hitches, giving you away. “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” He growls, clenching his jaw. “Gonna let me come inside your pussy? Make you bear my kids?”

The look in his eyes and words falling from his lips is enough to do you in.

You come together; two distant planets finding warmth under the same sun, sparks flying from the brush of your joined fingertips.

“I got to go.” Baek grunts, pulling out of you, his cum flowing out of your pulsing walls. You watch him pull up his pants and collect his torn shirt from the floor, the red marks you left forming zigzag patterns on his back.

You were made for each other, but it’s not enough. It’s never enough.

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Should’ve Known Chapter 14

A/N:  FINAL TIME SKIP. Also we are reaching the point now where there are only maybe 3 chapters left in this series but res assured I will be doing asks and will be writing small side shots to this series. Because I did leave a bunch of detail to the imagination. Also PLEASE INTERACT IT GIVES ME LIFE. Like seriously hearing active feedback on chapters really helps motivate writers like me to write. 

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own Wanda or Steve they are owned by Marvel, I don’t own the gif either.

WARNINGS:Angst, Swearing, loss, dark themes, 18 + from here on out. 

WORDS : 3,113

SUMMARY: Months turn into years and now the twins are six years old. Unexpected visitors arrive and things take an unexpected turn. 

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Sunlight danced through the crack in the sheer curtains in your shared bedroom and glinted off of the ring on your finger. 

Wanda couldn’t help but stare at you, appreciating every detail of your face, the way your nose twitches occasionally, the sound of soft breathing coming from you, and the rise and fall of your chest as you simply existed in this moment. She thanked every star she could that you existed. You changed her life for the better and she dreads to think of what life would have been like without you and the two beautiful children you gave birth to six years ago. 

You kept her grounded, you and the kids made her feel loved like she hadn’t felt since Pietro was taken from her. 

Wanda would be damned if she let anything take her family away from her again. 

Wanda still had her nightmares, the scars left behind from Vision and from Pietro, her parents, and Agatha were still there. But thanks to you those scars became simply that, scars. Scars that were faded but would forever remain there. 

However, as her old fears started to fade, new fears came to light. 

Some nights she dreams that Agatha had been right, that Wanda only brought chaos and death. She dreams that you and the kids died horrifically like everyone else she had ever loved. 

Other nights she dreams that she is the one who killed you. On those nights you spend hours combing your fingers through her hair and rubbing those familiar comforting circles on her back. Bringing her back to where she was now, that you and the kids were still alive. 

Then there were those special nights when her dreams were sweet and full of love. Sometimes she’s reliving a happy memory with her family before the bombing, sometimes she dreams of Vision and sometimes it’s with two boys that she doesn’t recognize but she knows she loves. However, if she’s really lucky, she dreams of you. Wanda dreams of sitting on the porch with you, sipping steaming tea with honey, grey and white in your hair, but your eyes are as youthful and as full of love as ever. Wanda dreams that her hair is peppered in grey and white as well, wrinkles of time written on her face, and that in the end she had never been what Agatha claimed she was. the Scarlet Witch, the Harbinger of Chaos, the Destroyer of the World. She dreams that all of that was just myth and that in the end all Wanda was, was Wanda Maximoff. 

Your wife. 

Wanda feels the corners of her lips curl upward as she remembers proposing to you. She did it at home, she hid it in the popcorn and you nearly choked on the damn thing. After spitting the ring out Wanda had the worst case of butterflies she ever felt. Wanda knew that marriage was an off subject for you and you weren’t quite sure how you felt about it and Wanda respected that greatly. However, she wanted to let you know that if you ever change your mind, Wanda would gladly marry you whenever you wanted, be it fifty years or an hour. So long as she got to be with you in the end. 

Wanda’s patience with you and the respect that she held for you and vice versa. You didn’t know you could fall even more in love with her. 

You and Wanda had been happily married for three years now and it was safe to say this was the happiest either of you had ever been. 

“Staring’s rude babe.” You muttered under your breath as your lashes fluttered before you fully opened your eyes. Taking in a brand new day in the same old world. 

“Stop being so beautiful in the morning then I’ll stop.” 

“Am I not beautiful any other time in the day?” You teased her. 

“No,” Wanda said before starting to litter your face in soft kisses. 

“You’re gorgeous in the afternoon,” Wanda whispered as she kissed your neck, nipping it slightly causing you to giggle. “You’re exquisite in the evening,” Wanda’s lips trails up your throat, her talented hands wandering as she did, “and you’re downright divine at midnight when the moonlight peaks through our curtains and bathes you in this silvery light.” Wanda’s lips are at the corner of your mouth now, your breathing now becoming hitched as Wanda’s lips are so far yet so close to your lips, “It’s at that time of day that I stare at you the longest.” Finally Wanda’s lips place a gentle but loving kiss on your lips. Her lips on yours never failed to make your heart flutter like it was the first time, fireworks and electricity running through you like wildfire. 

Just as you were about to deepen the kiss you heard the door to your shared room slam open, tearing your lips from Wanda’s to see two small figures rush and jump on your and Wanda’s bed. 

“Good Morning Mama and Mommy!” You heard the excited voices of your twins say. You and Wanda scooted aside to make room for the two already rambunctious twins in between you. 

Steve immediately went to cuddle by your side while Scarlet went to Wanda. Even when the twins were infants they had a preferred parent that they naturally drifted to. For Scarlet it had been Wanda and for Steve it was you. 

You looked at Wanda who looked at Scarlet like she was the world, in fairness she looked like that at Steve and you as well. And instead of scaring you, it felt nice. It warmed your heart to know that Wanda felt the same way, that the people in that room right there were your entire world.

Once the twins settled in between you, you and Wanda kissed the tops of their heads to which Steve giggled as you kissed raspberries on his cheeks.

“What’s on the agenda today little ones?” Wanda asked, Wanda often missed out on most of the day due to training with Strange. She’s gotten very proficient over the years at controlling her powers, Wanda’s learned more about herself and what she could do over the past six years and the more she learned the more frightened and amazed she was. 

“We’re going to go pick raspberries to make jam and pies!” Scarlet said excitedly. 

“Don’t forget,” You chimed in, booping your daughter's nose lightly with your index finger, causing her to giggle her bell like laughter, “that’s only after we finished our classwork today.” 

Steve let out a groan while Scarlet seemed to buzz with excitement. Scarlet loved learning, and Steve did too although not as much as his sister.

You had been homeschooling them, for fear of the worst. You knew that they were young and the likeliness of their powers showing themselves when they were really young were slim. However, you knew that their existence alone would cause a tsunami of reporters and agents ready to probe them. You knew there was a chance that their powers may never come, however until you were certain you and Wanda thought it best to homeschool them. 

It wasn’t bad, you took them to the park for them to play with kids their own age. After all, Nat did teach you the best way of hiding was in plain sight and acting naturally. 

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You and the kids had just got done with school work for the day when you grabbed three baskets and headed to the raspberry bushes in the garden. Wanda had cast a spell on the bushes to make them grow raspberries anytime in the year. 

You laughed and watched lovingly as the kids ran around the yard playing tag. You counted your blessings that they got along with each other, maybe all the Sokovian whispers to your belly had done something after all. 

You gathered the three baskets of raspberries and brought them back inside. You washed the raspberries at the sink and occasionally checked outside the kitchen window to make sure that they were alright. 

After cleaning the raspberries you fixed them with a snack of apple slices and celery. You went on the porch to call them in when a vision of red, white and blue caught your eye. 

the Shield. 

It brings you back to Steve, his baby blues and his smiles and Tony’s funeral. 

You had heard what happened in New York with the Flagsmashers all those years ago and you would have gotten involved had you not been heavily pregnant at the time. 

You're brought back to the present when the Star Spangled Man with a Plan (now upgraded with wings) asks your twins where their mom was. 

“Sam...” You say, the tall man turned to you and it was then you see that he wasn’t alone. You don’t know how you could have missed the roaring of the motorcycle in the yard and the other tall man. “Bucky....”

The men walked toward you while the twins ran. 

“Mommy! Mommy! There are people here to see you.” They say at the same time, it wasn’t very often that you had company, much less unexpected company. 

“I see that,” You said evenly, keeping your face straight as the two men in front of you widened their eyes in realization. You tear your eyes away from them and to the two children in front of you and you knelt down to their height. “Why don’t you two go inside and play while Mommy talks to these gentlemen for a second.”

“Do you know who they are?” Lettie asked curiously, her eyes scanning the men. 

“Do we get to meet them?” Steve asked excitedly, looking amazed at Bucky’s metal arm. 

“I’ll let you know that in a second, but for right now go inside and play.” You said firmly, the twins waved goodbye to the men before heading inside. You waited until you heard the door close behind them to walk toward the men in front of you. 

“Boys,” You greeted motioning the porch chairs on the other side, “take a seat.”

Sam and Bucky listened and sat down. 

“Do you want a drink?” You asked, arms crossed. 

“Got anything strong?” Bucky asked. His eyes are not meeting yours. 

“It’s Scotland and I am a mom to twins,” You pointed out, “of course I do.” 

“I’ll take that then.” Bucky said, you looked at Sam who simply shook his head. You went in and grabbed the only bottle of Whiskey and a glass. 

By the time you gave Bucky the whiskey they seemed to have processed what they just saw. Sam looked at you with pity and concern, meanwhile Bucky looked off in the distance, anger radiated off of him in waves. 

“Are they Steve’s?” Sam asked. You simply nodded. 

“I only found out a month or so after the funeral,” You revealed, “I didn’t even know I was going to go through with the pregnancy until the events of Westview happened.” 

“Why didn’t you tell us?” 

“The less people that know the safer they are,” You explained, “I wanted to tell you.”

“But you didn’t” Bucky chimed in, his voice was shaky and his grip on the glass tightened. 

“They’re the children of the former Captain America and Sargent Steel,” You said, “I have to keep the people who know about them tight and few.”

“Who all knows?” Sam asked. 

“Director Fury, Director Rambaue, Pepper, Strange, Wong-”

“Does your husband know?” Bucky interrupted. Sam looked confused before he noticed the subtle wedding ring on your left hand. 

“Holy shit you got married.” Sam said, astonished. 

“Yes I am,” You confirmed feeling slightly awkward since it only took you this long to realize that you never officially came out to them. 

“My wife knows.” You said vaguely, you see both of the men's eyes widen in shock. Sam recovered faster than Bucky who took another drink from his whiskey. 

“Who’s the lucky girl?” Sam asked.

“That would be me.” 

You all turn your heads to your wife, still clad in her Scarlet Witch form. If it wasn’t for the fact that you had company you know your lips would be all over her by now. 

She winks your way and you flush. Wanda didn’t need to read your mind to know exactly what you were thinking. 

“Hold up,” Sam said, “You married her?!” 

“Yup.” You confirmed as her form sat down next to you and grasped your hand. 

“How long has this been a thing?” Bucky spoke for the first time in a while. 

“Why do you need to know?” Wanda asked, her hand firmly holding yours. Bucky held his hands up in surrender before taking one last swig from his glass. 

“The bottom line is, only Wanda and the rest know, and I guess now you two do as well.” You said. There was a long pause of silence, before Sam spoke. 

“I won’t say anything.” Sam said finally, before nudging Bucky out of his staring spell. 

“Boys,” You call out as you see that they’re about to leave. 

“I truly am sorry you had to find out this way, but I was only doing what I thought would keep them safe, and now that you know you’re free to visit them anytime.... It would be good for them to finally meet their fathers old friends.” You said. You see Sam and Bucky nod, you reach out for a handshake only to be pulled into a firm hug by Sam. 

“I understand Sarg, you only did what you thought was best.” Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you returned the hug. Bucky still couldn’t look at you. 

You knew that you had broken his trust and you would work on getting it back. You just hoped that whatever grudges he had against you wouldn’t stop him from forming a bond with the kids. 

After Sam lets you go Bucky surprises you with a hug as well, his beefy arms encasing you firmly. 

“We’ll be visiting again soon.” Bucky promises as he lets you go and shakes goes to shake Wanda’s hand. 

“Wait,” You say as Bucky already is making his way to his motorcycle and Sam prepares for flight. 

“Yeah?” Sam replies. 

“There’s one thing I don’t get,” you said, “what brought you guys here?”

Sam paused for a second before replying. 

“I was just flying overhead, Bucky and I got word that there might’ve been an abandoned HYDRA base here but, turned out to be a faulty tip.” Sam said before saying his final goodbyes as he lifts off into the air and Bucky peels out of the driveway. 

“He was lying.” Wanda says, her eyes giving off a faint red glow. 

“I know.” You say, Sam’s pulse jumped when he spoke about the abandoned HYDRA base. You softly grab her hand and bring it to your lips, planting a small peck to the back of it. 

Wordlessly you walked hand in hand with Wanda through the front doors and continued with the regular evening schedule. 

You and Wanda made dinner as the kids helped set the table and talked about the day. The kids asked questions about who the men were and you and Wanda answered as best as you could without giving them the full truth. Which was surprisingly more difficult. Eventually dinner ended and while Wanda got the kids ready for bed it was your turn for dishes. After dishes were washed and rinsed you let them air dry in the rack and went to tuck in the twins with Wanda. 

Wanda and you kissed their heads goodnight and then proceeded to the couch.

Just as you made your way to the couch you noticed Wanda standing still. 

“Wands, what's wrong?” You asked, reaching out to her. 

“Nothing it’s just,” Wanda started as she played with her hands, “I have a bad feeling, like something is about to happen.”

“Come sit on the couch and talk me through it.” You say as you lead her to the well loved couch. You and Wanda sit and immediately fall into the position you always do, her leaning into you and your arm swung around her shoulders. Wanda had long since transformed out of her Scarlet Witch form but she still looked magical to you. Her fiery locks cascading down her dainty shoulders and just a hint of sparkle on her cheeks remained. You felt Wanda give a deep sigh before speaking. 

“I don’t know what it is, it’s not anything deadly but it fills me with dread just the same.” Wanda said with her green hues giving off a faraway look, “something is about to happen and I don’t know what it is.” 

“Whatever happens,” you say, maneuvering her so that way she faces you, “we’ll face it like we’ve done most things. Together.” You press your forehead to hers and let your eyelids flutter shut and Wanda follows suit. 

“Together.” Wanda whispers back as she finally closes the gap between you in a promise like kiss. 

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“Buck don’t do this,” Sam tried to stop the centurion. Over the course of six years the two men had grown close and eventually Sam had earned the privilege of calling the taller man Buck. 

“He has the right to know.” Bucky responded, icy eyes focused solely on the communicator that their mutual friend gave them for ‘universe level threat emergencies only’ 

“We promised her we wouldn’t tell anyone Buck.” 

“No,” the Brooklyn man gruffed, “you promised her you wouldn’t tell anyone. I didn’t promise shit. So don’t worry your pretty little head about breaking your promises.” 

“First off thank you for finally admitting that I’m pretty,” Sam said before attempting to snatch the communicator and failing. “Second off, we should’ve told her the truth from the start. Instead of leaving puzzle pieces to put together.” 

“She had plenty of puzzle pieces. It's not our fault she didn’t put them together.” Bucky said not looking the man in the eye, “He left her a message on the phone and a message in the personal notebook. It’s not ou-” 

“If you’re going to say not our fault again I’m going to slap you.” Sam interrupted. “You know damn well that (Y/n) was as strong as steel, but Nat and Tony’s deaths wore her down, but HE was the breaking point. HE fucked up man, HE has to live with that and THAT’S NOT our job to help him make up for that.” 

Just when Bucky starts to reconsider, the communicator beeped. 

MESSAGE SENT - - - MESSAGE RECEIVED  - - - MESSAGE INBOX (1) 

- ON MY WAY_CSGR

[lazuli-bloom]

Gas Station Souvenir

Beetlejuice x Reader

Word Count : 3868

General fiction, first meeting

You work a few shifts at a shitty gas station off the interstate only to have something follow you.

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Creeping darkness snuffed out the remnants of sunlight, and the twilight hours did not flatter that rundown gas station. Ignored grime fermented in the corners. The air carried the harsh scent of chemical cleaners and the pungent odors they failed to mask. The gas station sat cut off from society and seeping in growing shadows. It invoked a buzz of disquiet at the edge of your thoughts. It’s a place where it’s best to keep stops brief. Where the longer one stayed there, the stranger the place became.

But there you were, skulking the aisles of an eerie gas station. Dressed in clothes that could use a wash, with a name-tag pinned to your hoodie.

You needed money, and this place let you pick up a few shifts. They payed cash and didn’t ask too many questions, which was right up your alley. The pay wasn’t anything to write home about. Then again, nothing warranted contact with that lot.

Two weeks of shifts would bankroll you across a few more states. Your first day came with a warning from the full-time clerk training you; if you see anything strange, or unusual, ignore it. Pretend like you never saw it. Also, to stay away from the raccoons. The ones near the gas station were a lot meaner than most.

For most of your shifts, that was a rule you stuck to. It was a good rule to have. One that you really should follow. But on your last shift at the gas station, you broke that rule.

It was late into that last shift where yours overlapped with the night cashier. Running out of things to do, you started cleaning up the counters. You didn’t think you’d make much headway with cleaning, but it helped pass the time.

You reached the coffeepot’s counter and got to cleaning. Empty sugar and creamer packets all discarded into the trash. Amid wiping down spills, you noticed an oddity wedged between containers. A simple business card.

Unease urged you to leave it alone. Throw away the card and forget about it. That would be the smart decision. However, curiosity had other plans. It drove you to pick it up and look the card over. It was a business card, after all. How strange could that really be?

The card’s yellowed paper frayed at the corners. It advertised the services of a “Bio-Exorcist” but had no contact information. The only other detail was an unusual word printed three times. Not much to go off of.

You meander to the front counter, trying your damnedest to decipher that word.

“Beh-tel... Gi-use?” the syllables came out more like a question. A question that caught the attention of the full-time cashier. He glanced up from his book and asked what you said. “Just trying to read this.”

He sat down his book to look over the card.

“Bio-Exorcist? Like some kind of pest control? We have a few guys come in occasionally and do what they can, but the bugs and mice always come back. And snakes.”

“Weird way to phrase it. Maybe they’re trying to make it sound fancy? But that’s not what stumped me, it’s the word on there three times. You know what that says?”

“It’s a star in Orion.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I’ve come across it a few times in some of the sci-fi novels I’ve read. It’s pronounced like Beetle-Juice.”

A frigid breeze chilled the two of you mere moments after he answered your question. Both of you turned to the front door, expecting a customer walking in and letting in the cool night air. But there was nothing. He handed you back the card and picked his book up.

“You should just throw that card away and forget about it.”

You want to ask why, but the question dies in your throat. You already knew why. Ignore the strange. Pretend it isn’t there, so it doesn’t cause you trouble. That hitchhiker you passed by several times and never saw him in the rear-view mirror? He seemed alright on his own. The lady at the shitty motel chilling the air on her way passed you to the pool? She obviously wanted to go swimming. That man you saw crawling on the ceiling during your stint here. None of your business. They had their problems, and you had your own.

Still, there was something nagging at you whenever you looked at the card. Something. Was it actually a something? Your burning curiosity? It almost felt as if it was someone telling you to keep the card, at least for a little while longer.

Once your co-worker was back to reading his novel, you looked over the card one more time. You mutter under your breath the name of the star, only to shiver when another strange rush of cold air crashed over you. You slip the card into your hoodie’s pocket and head to a spot of the gas station that wouldn’t give you chills.

The rest of your shift trudged along slower and slower. The closer to your freedom it got, the slower the seconds crept by. Customers became sparse, not helping stop time from dragging its feet. The only thing that you could do to pass the time was to keep up the futile effort of cleaning the counters. That and keep tabs on the one guy lingering in the gas station.

Said guy looked to be another of the ignore and forget them variety. His appearance alone was enough of a tipoff. Dirty suit in a black and white stripe pattern matched oddly with messy green hair. What hit home the message of “mind your own business” was the fact that you caught a glance of the guy gliding through the shelves. Nope. You may have been struggling to find things to do, but dealing with whatever Mr. Stripe Suit was up to was out of your pay grade.

Finally, the end of your shift was upon you. You took off your name tag and slammed it down on the counter to get the cashier’s attention. A grin plastered your face as you turned over the name tag. You asked for your pay, and he handed you your money. You count it to yourself before stuffing it into your pocket. Once all squared away, you waved him a quick farewell.

“Have fun with the stripe suit guy, He’s been looking at all the garbage snacks on the shelves for the past hour,” You mention maybe a little louder than you should have. But you weren’t sticking around, so who cares?

You get out to your car, where there were thankfully no raccoons trying to eat your tires, and hop in. It may have been getting late, but you wanted to at least get a few towns over before you stop at a motel for that night.

The motel you came across was on the cheaper end, but it was “good enough”. You quickly got your room squared away and after a sweep of the room you got into the shower. Once you got out, the air seemed to be colder than you expected it to be. You got your pajamas on and ended up putting your hoodie back on to keep some of the chill off you.

Stuffing your hands into your hoodie’s pocket, your fingers brush up against some worn paper. You take out the thing and look it over, instantly recalling what it was you were holding. The weird business card.

“Such a weird spelling to end up pronounced as Beetlejuice.”

A draft of cool air blew by and you shiver. You huff and go check the a/c, expecting it to be dialed unbearably low. However, you find the stupid thing turned off. You scowl and turn up the heat.

It kicks on with a struggle, but once it gets going you take a seat on the bed. You him to yourself and shift attention back to the card. Why did you even pocket this? Curiosity? Somewhat, but you’ve been curious about countless things before. A strange souvenir? You never collected oddities before, why start now?

Your eyes scan over the words one more time, this time reading the card out loud.

“For the bio-exorcist, call; Betelgeuse,”

Another breeze of cool air got you shivering again. Stupid heater needed to warm the room faster.

“Betelgeuse,”

Another draft, this time accompanied by the lights in the room flickering. Maybe this hotel wasn’t as “good enough” as you previously thought.

“Betelgeuse.” The lights buzzed loud as the last syllable passed your lips, and the next instant all the lights went out.

You grit your teeth and voice your complaints to no one. “Oh, come the fuck on!” You heave out a growl and get up to check out the window. With your luck, your room would be the only one with the electrical issues.

You march a few steps to the window when you heard a gravelly laugh, way too close for comfort. A chill shot down your spine. You whip around to see who was there but only find yourself in the inky darkness of the hotel room. Not even the outlines of the furniture stood out in the dark.

You ball your hands into fists, not planning to go down without a fight. Body shaking, you scan over the room, staining your eyes to find anything. You grit your teeth and bark out, “Who’s there?”

The reply didn’t come as a proper response, just more laughing, right up next to your ear.

You spin and bring your fist up to get as much force behind your punch as possible. You swing blindly, only able to use the sound to aim. And to both your relief and dismay, your fist connects with something cold and scratchy.

The lights flick on the next second, allowing you to see a man in stumbling back a few steps away from you as he cupping his cheek. You look him over and can’t shake the notion you’ve seen him before. Pale skinned and dark rings under his eyes with the green in his hair extending down into his stubble. There was also that ratty old coat that he wore over a monochrome striped suit.

Your brows knit as you piece together why his appearance looked familiar, and when it finally clicked, you took a step back. Shock surged in a fleeting moment, replaced swiftly by raising your guard once more. Your hands still clenched into tight fists, you demand to know who the hell he even is.

“Geez, babes, didn’t expect you’d be so punchy,” he laughed as he stood upright, still rubbing the side of his face. “not that I’m complaining.”

Your glare narrows as you try to not react to his flirtatious tone.

“Answer me.”

“You already know my name,” he said, taking his hand away from his face. He leaned forward with a grin spread across his face showing off sharp yellowed teeth. “You’re the one that summoned me after all.”

“Summoned? But I didn’t... wait. The card?”

“Yep. Said my name three times, spoken unbroken. And now I’m here.”

“You. You were at the gas station a few towns back. Who, or what are you?”

“Gotta say babes, kinda rude to only acknowledge me right as you leave. But I’m willing to forgive ya for that since you summoned me~”

“You didn’t answer my question. What are you?”

His grin faltered, likely due to you ignoring his flirtations. He must have wanted to get a rise out of you.

“I’m a demon. The ghost with the most and the best Bio-Exorcist out there!”

“So you’re a demon, ghost.... bio-exorcist?”

“Yep!”

The bright smile on his face alongside his cheerful tone threw you more than you expected it to. He looked so happy and excited at that moment. If he hadn’t just admitted to being a demon, ghost... bio-exorcist, you might have thought he was rather cute.

“I guess the demon-ghost thing explains why the first thing you did was try to scare the shit out of me.”

“You give quite the warm welcoming yourself babes, with that punch to my face.” There didn’t seem to be any anger in his gravelly voice. Something you took notice of was how the lighting in the hotel room made the green in his hair look more pink on the ends than you thought it should.

You press your lips into a tight line and cross your arms. After a moment of looking him up and down, trying to figure out the strange demon’s motive, you give up and just ask him. “So then Mr. Demon, what now? You wanting to get my soul or something?”

“Nope, nothing like that. You read my card, says right on it I’m a bio-exorcist.”

“That like pest control?”

“Pretty much, get all the breathers out of places so the ghosts there can relax.”

“You going to run me out of my motel room then?” you ask with a pointed glare, “’Cause I swear to god I’ll send your ass back to hell if you so much as try me.”

You weren’t sure what kind of reaction you were expecting from the demon, maybe a haughty display of power or aggression. It certainly wasn’t a purr with hooded eyes.

“So much fight and fire in ya! I like that.”

The growl in his voice when he said that made blood rush to your face. Damn this flirtatious bastard. He took your moment of shock to step closer.

“You don’t have to worry ‘bout that baby. You seem like fun. I won’t do anything, unless you want me to~”

You shake your head and regain some composure. You heave out a deep breath and take a step back. The fire on your face still burned, but you did your best to ignore it.

“How about this, Mr. Demon, pretend like this whole thing never happened? I go my way, and you go where ever to help as many ghosts as you want.”

This guy was full of surprises. You gave him a free pass to go bother as many others as he wanted and not have to put up with you. He should have been overjoyed. Instead he looked deflated, and weirder was you caught blue and purple seep into his hair.

“So soon? Bet we just started hanging out! Come on, we can be BFFFFs Forever!”

You searched his face for any sign of lying, anything to tip you off he wasn’t being genuine. That search came up empty. Furrowed brows, the stare of a hurt puppy, and blue taking over more and more of his once green hair.

“You... actually want to be friends?” you ask more to yourself than him, “I don’t think I’d be pleasant company.”

He tilted his head. At least the blue stopped spreading. That didn’t seem to be a color that suited him.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why wouldn’t you be pleasant company?”

You glance away, a bit thrown by the question. Maybe more by the tone of his voice, still rough and scratchy, but confused. And you could have sworn there was a trace of hurt softening his voice, but you might just be imagining that one.

He waited for an answer, and the longer you waited, the more it made you fidget. Shifting your weight from one foot to the other. He genuinely wanted to know your reason. Just get it over with, then he’ll finally leave and not want to hang around you.

You take in a deep breath and straighten up, holding yourself with strength and confidence. Qualities that you couldn’t fake well enough to even look him in the eye when you explained yourself.

“I don’t stick around anywhere for any more than a month. I don’t make friends, or keep in contact with anyone, I just keep moving. It’s better if I’m alone, that way nobody has to put up with me for very long.”

His head stayed tilted, like he still didn’t quite understand. Or maybe he did and wanted to know more. Either way, his expression stayed soft with brows knit quizzically. For a demon, he looked kinda cute.

You tap your foot and keep your gaze off him. This was stupid. Were you actually going to tell this Betelgeuse guy about your problems? Hopefully, he’ll get the picture and leave once you do. You bite your lip and heave out a drawn-out sigh.

“It’s hard to be around people for long stretches of time. Always being judged and have to walk on eggshells. Otherwise, I end up pissing off everyone for just wanting to be me. I got sick of not meeting stupidly high standard and left.

“There, happy? I’m just some annoying mortal, that can’t fit in. I’d rather not pal around with a demon only to end up pissing you off too. It’s easier if I’m alone.”

There was a silence between you and Betelgeuse. Your hands grip tighter on your arms as you wait for his reaction. Was he finally going to leave? Maybe he’ll try some trick on you before he does. You close your eyes, waiting. Still, there was only silence.

You chance a look up at him and find some blur rushing you. There wasn’t time to move, and you ended up with arms wrapped tight around your body. Before you had the chance to squirm out of the demon’s clutches, he pressed you tight against himself. His body was on the cooler side of what a body temperature should be. There was a unique odor to him as well. A variety of scents mixed; mold, mildew, dust, rot, but the strongest of them was damp earth.

“I knew I was going to like you!”

“Since when?” you ask, still squirming in his hug. He didn’t seem likely to let go of you soon. But that wouldn’t stop you from trying to at least get your arms a bit more freed up.

“When you punched me~”

His sing-song tone with a slight purr was not the tone you expected. Especially when bringing up the subject of you decking him in the face.

Your brain tried to process all the information you’ve got, but it was getting bogged down with too much weird things. You open your mouth to say something, but the words never come.

“So, babes!” Betelgeuse chirped, “What’s the plan? Cross Country road trip? See all the landmarks and weird roadside stops? Scare all the breathers from coast to coast?”

“You seriously want to tag along with me? My life is a train wreck. I can barely scrape by for myself most of the time.”

“Good thing I’m dead. I don’t need to eat. Or sleep. Plus~”

He leaned back and snapped his fingers. Odd, considering his arms didn’t budge from their hold on you.

At the snap the lights flickered once more, this time accompanied by all the furniture not bolted down, raising up to float. You turn your head as much as you can to look over the room. The mattress, table, chair, microwave. Hell, the bathroom door that was barely on its hinges rose and floated with all the other things.

Betelgeuse flicked his hand down and everything came crashing down to the ground with a loud clattering. You had the microwave’s rough landing in your line of sight. It landed on its corner, and that door flew off. You’re going to have to hide that later.

“I can help with that ‘barely scraping by’ thing.”

“How?”

“The finer points can wait, let’s just say I wouldn’t exactly get caught if I take something I like.”

Stealing. Got it. You groan and rack your brain to process all this. This demon-ghost seems very adamant about sticking with you. Not sure if that’s a great reflection on yourself. But regardless, you haven’t exactly had a lot of prolonged contact or socialization in a while. Maybe... ?

“Alright. You can stick with me. At least for a few weeks or something.”

The next thing you knew, your feet were off the ground. Air rushed over you as the room spun. Your feet were back on solid ground a moment later. As your brain was struggling to catch up, he pushed you backward. You latch on to Betelgeuse’s shoulders to keep from falling. His face came in close, planting a kiss before you could even react.

Your lips stayed shut tight as your cheeks burned. When he pulled you upright, you push against Betelgeuse with all your strength. Finally, you broke out of his hug.

He had a stupidly bright grin on that adorably punch-able scruffy face of his. You wipe off your mouth rather roughly before shooting him a glare. You head to the bathroom, where the door lay on the ground. Stepping over it, you grab your toothbrush and brush your teeth.

Betelgeuse peeked in for a moment and frowned when he saw what you were doing. He didn’t linger though, and at first you wondered what he could be up to, only to hear the TV blaring.

You drag your feet out of the bathroom and swipe the remote from the spot beside him on the bed. You thought about just turning it off, but decide to just turn the sound down before handing the remote back.

“I’m only staying here the one night and plan on getting up early to leave. Don’t care what you do so long as you keep it down and let me sleep.”

“You need me to sleep next to ya and keep the nightmares away~?”

“I though you said you didn’t sleep.”

“Don’t need to, but I can. And I’m willing to if I had a pretty little thing like you in my arms while I did.”

“I kick and roll in my sleep, also steal blankets. Doubt it would be comfortable. Seems like causing trouble for the other people here would be the more fun option for you,” you said as you turn off the lights. The one closest to the bed you left for last. You pull up the covers and crawl into bed before turning that light off too. “I might get a room with two queen beds next time, though.”

You yank the sheets out from being tucked in and quickly wrap yourself up in them. You bid him a goodnight, and he says one back. The room got quiet, and it seemed like he was actually going to keep it down so you could sleep. The TV buzzed softly with some show playing and your breathing slowed as you drifted to sleep. You were all snuggled up tight in the blankets, just about to plunge into the darkness of sleep. And the last thing you are half made aware of was an arm snake over your waist.