#fucked up my arm a little while ago but already want to draw her and also redesign the httyd girls I'm just on a dreamworks kick ig

[strawberryghostlight]

we Need to make Goldilocks PussinBoots the new tumblr sexyman it is the only way to fix the economy

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Joel dealing with Preggo Wife # 7: House Pet

Can be read with others in series or standalone

Warnings: unprotected sex, slight Daddy kink, suggestive of oral M receiving, annoying reader and annoyed Joel

18 + ONLY

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You watch one depressing commercial of shivering dogs left emaciated in the cold begging for love and care, and all the water in your entire body comes flooding out in tears.

“J-j-j"—snUFFF—“JOeeeOEeeeoelllLLLL!!!" You wail, wiping your snot on his shirt sleeve while curled up against him. “THEY NWEEEDDD MWEEEEE!!!!”

“You wanna donate?”

N-d—nooo--“sniffle—“wanna -wa-wanna aa-ad-ad-opt—“

He chuckles like its some obvious joke, but when he sees the absolute shine in your giant eyes staring pleadingly at him, he puts his foot down as gently as possible: “Honey, we can’t have a dog right now. With you—being like this, and a baby on the way, I’ve got enough on my plate as is. Wanna make sure you and babygirl are well taken care of first, okay?”

There’s a tense silence hanging in the air as you seize a breath in your throat. 

And then you’re LOSING IT, whining and crying like a child into his face.

“Jesus,” he mumbles softly, gently stroking your hair, hushing little shhhhh into your forehead and rocking you in his arms like a baby in a cradle— a giant baby stuffed with another baby currently rattling the emotions of the big baby.

 He's given you a cup of water for bed and tucking you in, picking up the litany of tissues tossed around you, while you refuse to quit your puffy eye’d and endless barrage of tears. 

By the next morning, swollen lids yet calm, he thought he’d heard the last of it last night. And you were doing much better mood wise—no cries, though a little cold shoulder to him. He gives you a few hours till you’re over it and asking for ice cream like nothing happened. 

Until now, five days later where every minute is just a retort to his face about getting a dog.

When you best friend comes over to give you extra baby clothes:

"Aww your girl named her puppy Winston? That's so adorable! Joel, ya hear that??” You peak loudly so he can hear from the kitchen. “Too bad I don’t have a puppy named Winston.”

"When you have our daughter, she can get a puppy named Winston"

"Oh! Already picking her over me for getting a dog?"

He rolls his eyes, tuning out to focus on making you biscuits that are too salty so you’ll have something else to whine about.

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During movie night:

“…If only I had a dog to help keep my feet warm on the couch.”

He shovels a fist full of popcorn into his tilted back, wide mouth. “‘At’s what a blanket’s for.” he yanks your favorite soft one over your toes and keeps his eyes on the TV.

-

To the neighbor that just fucking moved in two weeks ago:

"Joel doesn't kiss me enough. If I had a dog, I wouldn't complain as much since the pup would love me unconditionally."

He grits his teeth, excusing himself to the bathroom.

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At Tommy’s place for a Sunday BBQ:

“Bought the wood second hand—I re constructed our living room myself,” he says braggingly, drawing a beer from the cooler.

"Yeah, Tommy, it’s real nice.” You charm, and you can already see Joel's fist clench at his side. “Would look even better with a dog in the window."

-

“Wish I had a fluffy dog to cuddle instead of your big ass."

-

"My husband spoils me so much. He usually gets me anything I want without asking! Unless it's a dog ..."

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Joel finishing adding furniture to the baby room.

"You know what else this room could use?” 

"A dog bed, a dog blanket, a dog.”

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"If you say-one more-god damn thing-about the dog..." he huffs.

"What dog? We don't even have a dog."

"We don't-need one. Got a cat in the house already."

He thrusts in again with a grunt, your trail of thought disappearing for a second just as Joel’s fat cock penetrates you.

 The two of you are lying sideways on the bed, his chest pressed flush against your back. With your leg just barely propped up with his masculine arm hooked under your knee, a hand splayed protectively over your big belly, he has enough room to slot his length into your achy sopping cunt, slowly fucking you with harsh little jolts. You grip the back of his neck, fingers clutched in his sweaty locks, feeling his hot breath dampening your collar. 

He lets out a pained hiss. “This lil pussy right here is all the animal I can handle now. Now quit it.”

His hips begin to crash lightly over your ass, rutting his tip deeper into you with muffled slaps. He loves the sight of your now largely grown thighs jiggling with each impact. Loves the feeling of your swollen breasts suffocating his other hand. Loves the knowledge of his wife so stuffed full of him for everyone to see. 

You moan lightly, clenching around him at the leisure, unhurried yet pent up pleasure coursing through you. But your mind wonders again. “If you don't want a rescue we can get a certain breed: How about a malnoise? Or something smaller like a corgi? Or aussie. Oh Pitties are so cute!"

He rolls his eyes, nose buried in your hair. How are you even able to have a coherent conversation right now while he's rearranging your guts? Rather than hushing you with another quit it, he decides to entertain you. "Jesus woman. Ain't pitties all mean?"

"Nooooo —mmm baby, right there—“ you whine, panting in sync as you lowly try to hump him back. “Protective, intimidating looking.” You smile, mouth agape and eyes closed when he hits that sweet spot deep inside.  “Just—like you, big ol sweethearts…Who give their wives exactly what they fucking want—like a dog."

“Christ.” The hand from under your leg glides over your wet clit, his rough digits rubbing fast circles while his other free arm  unfolds from under your throat to grip it lightly. His knees bend so he can rock just his hips with ferocious power, railing with the intent to fuck you so dumb, you can’t help but shut up. “One more peep and I'm switching us up and gonna fuck you like one.”

You really didn’t want to —resorting to this lounging position because your back hurt too much to be fucked doggy, and the baby weighed too heavily to ride him. Thank God his cock was fucking huge—it could reach deep into you at any position. No fucking wonder you got pregnant so easily. 

“no- no Daddy, I'll be good," you hum. "Unfff—mmm-yeah—yeah! Fuuuck—fuck me baby that’s it!” You shout. Joel’s hand works endlessly on your little nub, now at the mercy of his ministrations to get you off since you can’t reach yourself anymore. You grip your belly and cry, walls convulsing around his meat with a much needed orgasm. Joel follows suit not too long after, biting your shoulder as his hips still against your ass, pumping you full of his pearly cum.

The two of you stay in the same position, breathing heavily as you come down from your respective highs. 

His eyes close, breath slowing and getting deeper in relaxation as his fingers lightly dance over your swole bump.

You feel the gentle cooling breeze of the fan spinning above you. Sighing contently now filled with your husband’s love and caressed with his tender hands. 

 “…So I was thinking, when we get a dog..."

"WE ARE NOT GETTIN’ A DOG AND THAT’S FINAL."

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Tommy comes over and can tell something is up between you two.  When Joel leaves the room, he asks "so what is it this week with Joel?"

"He won't get me--what do you mean THIS week??"

"Nothing nothing, he won't get you a what?"

"A dog. I want a dog. He doesn’t want a dog. So I don’t understand why he can’t compromise and get a dog.”

He laughs. “Honey, cuz that’s not a compromise. You know why he won't get you one, right?"

"Cuz he doesn't want to take care of me, a baby, and the dog at the same time"

"Nah. He's worried you'll only want the dog’s affection, and the baby gets the rest of your attention. Then you won’t have anything left for him.”

“…Oh!"

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Later that night, Joel is still steaming from your earlier conversation after sex, having no regard for listening to another thing you had to say the rest of the day. You waddle into the bedroom, looking apologetic as possible with your hands held behind your back. He only looks up from the bed to see you: in his large T shirt with nothing else, freshly lavender scented from your bath, and big pleading child-like eyes full of sorrow. He purses his lips before returning to his book, glasses perched on his nose.

You approach Joel with an apology gift that you hid behind your back: a stuffed wolf.

He smiles gently unable to even pretend to hold his temper against you. you kiss the tip of his nose as he caresses your smoothed bump. “You're my favorite dog anyway,” you say warmly. “Needy. Grumpy. Likes food. Gives me kisses."

“Thought I didn’t give ya enough kisses? Least that’s what you told neighbor.”

“That was—a lie.” You bat your eyes cutely. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

“Mmmm,” is all he says, his eyes raking over your curves just barely covered now due to your size. “I don’t know, Daddy might need more apologies — ya did treat me real bad this week.”

You hum sadly, nuzzling yourself against his chest. your hand trails down his firm middle, all the way to the growing tent sticking up from his boxers.

“I can lick it better,” you whisper seductively in his ear, nipping at his pulse point.

“That’s what I like to hear.”

And after one of your famous deep throated blow job with Joel's balls happily emptied in your already full belly, he leans over to his side table and pulls the drawer open, holding something tight in his hand.

You just barely stop yourself from falling asleep with your head on his lap when he dangles a dog collar above your head. You sit up, inspecting it with grubbing hands: it has your home address etched on to the metal plate, but no name on it. 

“What you want me to be your dog? I’ll wear the collar but I’m not getting on my knees, nor crawling around and drinking from dog bowls  and shitting in the yard—“

“No angel,” he shushes you. Although the image of you wearing the collar, naked and heavily pregnant on your knees in front of him wasn’t a bad idea at all…he shakes his head from the delusion. ”Aint for you. Thought about it—but ONLY after have the baby and are settled, and ya know IF —and that’s a mighty big if—we find one that’s not too rough shape, got a good sense about ‘im, then MAYBE I’ll consider it.”

"Oh my god! Thank you! Thankyouthankyou--"

"I said IF sweetheart. Got along road ahead till then."

"I'll give you as many blow jobs as you want."

"You already do that for yourself."

"Yeah but... how about I sit on your face? Fully?"

His ears perk up. "Yeah?"

"After the baby is born," you quip, smirking with more confidence then your swollen body can muster trying to wiggle away from his grasp like a devious chubby oompa lumpa. He just laughs to himself as you slip down the bed, and the sudden urge to pee has you B-lining to the bathroom.

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tw: nsfw thought

already sent this first paragraph in lia’s inbox a while ago (go follow her she’s the best : @nightlyawnzz) but i keep thinking abt it and wanted to expand on my thought..

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thinking abt lazy high sex with jun.. you’re in his lap, rolling your hips with your head thrown back and eyes closed, softly whimpering as he leans back with both arms resting on the top of the couch, a lazy smirk on his face as he takes slow draws from his joint every now and then, legs spread and eyes trailing leisurely between your face and his cock that’s sliding in and out of you so nicely.. “look at you, baby.. don’t even have to touch you, huh?” he murmurs. he gives an appreciate hum as you moan and quicken your pace a bit at his words. “that’s it, fuck yourself nice and good.”

it starts out as a chill afternoon, y’all just hanging out in his living room with some takeout and his weed stash for later … later turning into you sprawled out on his couch with your head in his lap, both of you casually sharing a joint while talking about random stuff, his free hand absent-mindedly twirling your hair around his fingers~

at one point you go to take the joint from him for a pass but he holds his hand up just out of your reach and you’re looking up at him, confused, while he just smirks down at you with this amused look on his face. you’re rolling your eyes which obviously has him feeling even cockier, so the more you try to reach for it the more he obnoxiously keeps it away — “jjunie, come on!” — until finally he just murmurs “c’mere” in that low voice of his and right away you’re moving to sit up from his lap, like an eager puppy waiting for a treat <3

he’s got his eyes locked on yours as he puts the joint to his lips and inhales slow and deep, lifting his fingers under your chin to guide your face to his— you, already knowing what he’s doing, obediently part your lips as he shotguns you ; exhaling so steadily into your waiting mouth 😩 his lips are nearly touching yours as you inhale what he gives you and you’re melting as his thumb moves up to trace your bottom lip when you exhale it back out. he murmurs a “good girl” against your lips before bringing them to meet his own with a hand at the back of your neck and just like that, you’re gone.

it goes from a “get in my lap, baby” to where we are now, cue the beginning paragraph at the top.. his desperate little baby getting herself off on him and he lets her, eyes roaming over her every move as she does so well on his cock <3 so lazy n slow n feels so good.. he’s in no rush, and you know it by the way he’s so relaxed as he makes you do all the work 😌

(until he decides it’s time, of course, and then he’s got your face pressed into the couch cushion as he’s giving you delicious back shots n rutting into you through the high as he murmurs filthy praises <3)

[justmanu]

Purple Hearts | Monkey D. Luffy

Summary: Since you've joined the Strawhats crew, you've had a lot of fun and good time. But your capitain is someone who is a little clumsy. And, sometimes, that clumisiness affects you in ways he can't even imagine.

Pairing: Monkey D. Luffy x Reader.

Warnings: It's a little angst to fluff, but mostly angst. But with fluff. And cursing, ig.

A/n: OMG. I had this idea when I was remembering the funny moments between Luffy and Zoro, and I imagined it. It was one of the best scenarios I've ever imagined. Really loved this one. I'm thinking about doing hcs for the Vinsmoke brothers, would you guys want that? They've rented a triplex on my head and I can't stand it.

Words: 1,540 words.

It was another normal day on the Sunny. Sanji was in the kitchen, preparing drinks and snacks for you, Nami and Robin; Usopp and Franky were drawing new machines and inventions to improve things on the ship; Brook and Chopper were playing cards; Zoro was in the crow's nest doing his daily strength training and Luffy was fishing. All seemed to be going normal, but, of course, things on this ship never stay peaceful for too long.

"I got a big one! Usopp! Chopper! Help me out here!", your captain yells and starts pulling his rod at full force. Usopp and Chopper go and start helping him pull it, and then the fish is out of the water. To help him, Luffy used his devil fruit abilities. You were just walking to the kitchen to ask Sanji about your drink when you felt it. The arm Luffy had stretched came at full speed at your back, throwing you against the wooden ship wall.

The wall you hit on was part of the kitchen, so Sanji had a good fright when he heard the really loud thump on the wall. Everyone outside stopped gasped and stopped everything they were doing. This time, there was no way you didn't get hurt. You've been the main target of Luffy's "stretch back on's" for quite some time now. You've only shown how they affected you to Chopper because he was the doctor and insisted on looking at your wounds. You were always covered in deep purple bruises all over your body.

You begged Chopper not to tell anyone, especially your captain, about them. You didn't want the rest of the crew to be worried about your every step because Luffy might hit you. But this time, there was no way to hide it. You hit face-first. You were going to have a huge black eye for a long time. And, come on! That hurt like a bitch! Time seemed to stop for the Strawhats, all of them worried about the hit you just got. But Luffy couldn't have been more oblivious to the harm he's just caused.

When Sanji came out of the kitchen to see what was happening, his eyes widened at you; sprawled out on the floor. Even Zoro got out of the crow's nest to see what was happening. He heard the bang from up there. "Y/n-swan! What happened?!", Sanji asked, running to help you up. Zoro came running as well, worried and curious as to why you were on the floor. You couldn't stand it anymore. You hadn't said a word, trying your best not to cry in front of the whole crew. "I'm okay.", you said, voice a little high pitched. Was all you could manage to say before running to your room, tears already running down your face.

"Hey! Usopp! Chopper! I asked you guys for help, not to stay there looking at the wind!", Luffy said, a little bit annoyed that his friends were not helping him. That's when Nami lost it. "Luffy, are you fucking serious right now? You didn't see what you just did to Y/n?", she screamed at the boy. Luffy was a little taken aback by the shouting. "What do you mean? Y/n is perfectly fine! She's right the-", he pointed to where you were a few minutes ago, resting. He was confused. Where were you? "Luffy, when you stretched your arm to get that fish, while it was stratching back, it hit Y/n with full force and she hit the ship wall at full, too. You hurt her really bad this time.", Robin explained to him the situation.

"Hold the horses, I hurt her?", Luffy asked, not believing what his ears. "Yes, Luffy. You've been hurting her for quite some time now, actually. She asked me to keep this a secret from you all, but I see no point in hiding it now. She is covered in black bruises all over her body.", Chopper said, hoping it would make things a little clearer. "That's why she's been wearing long sleeves and pants? I thought she was sick because there was no way she was feeling cold in these hot days we're going through.", Usopp said.

Luffy hasn't said anything. He was feeling the worst person on the planet. He's been hurting you over and over and didn't even notice! How could he? He was supposed to protect you. Not harm you. He started walking towards his cabin, head low and totally silent. "Are you alright, captain?", Zoro asked. "Yeah, just need to think about the things I've done. I need to think of a way to redeem myself.", Luffy said and walked away. Nami started walking to your room. She needed to make sure you were okay.

When she arrived, she heard you crying from outside the door. She opened and couldn't believe her eyes. She heard Chopper say you were covered in black bruises, but she didn't think it was like this. How were you even standing? "N-Nami! What are you doing here?", you asked, trying to cover your body. "Don't need to hide it anymore. Chopper told us everything, but I didn't know they were this bad!", she said, worried. You couldn't believe it. Chopper told them?! That little reindeer was gonna pay you back.

You and Nami talked the whole afternoon, and you decided you shouldn't be ashamed of the bruises. So, instead of going to dinner in the long sleeves and pants you were used to, you went with a tank top and shorts. When you arrived at dinner, all the Strawhats were shocked at the amount of bruises you had, but didn't dare say a word, and you were thankful for it. You were feeling better not having to hide them anymore. Dinner rolled around pretty light, everyone laughing and having a good time. But something was missing. Where was your captain?

"Hey, guys. Where's Luffy?", you asked, really worried. He never skipped any meal. But as soon as the words left your mouth, the kitchen door swung open to reveal a blood and bruise covered Luffy. "I'm right here." he said, entering the kitchen in most calm of ways. "What happened to you?!", you yelled, worried. That's when he turned to you and saw your bruises. The guilt was eating him alive. He's done all those bruises on you. How dare he? How dare he be so stupid? So distractive. He dropped to his knees in front of you. Turning to look at you, tears in his black eyes. "Please, forgive me. I never, ever intended to hurt you. You are one of the few people I care about most in the world. I can't believe I've done this to you and not noticed! God, I feel so stupid!", he said, gripping his hair as if trying to rip it off.

You couldn't believe your eyes. How did he get this beaten up? "Me and the stupid marimo did it. He asked us to go at him with everything we got, and he didn't dodge one hit.", Sanji said, you didn't realise you said your thoughts outloud. "He said the only way he could redeem himself for what he did to you. If he suffered all the pain he made you feel.", Zoro said, completing Sanji's speech. You were feeling your eyes get filled with tears and a chuckle scaped you. "Stupid, wreckless captain. Of course I forgive you.", you said, gripping his chin for him to look at you. Luffy looked up and searched for your eyes to see if he could find any doubt. He didn't.

He smiled up at you and hugged you tight, you giving him the same treatment. He got up and started spining around with you in his arms. He was so happy right now. When he stopped spinning, he looked in your eyes. You had feelings for your captain way before this all happened, but never told them to anyone. Not even Nami. So when you sealed your lips on a sweet kiss, you were terrified of what was going to happen. But feelings were already all over the place. What harm could it cause adding one more?

The crew went dead silent and focused closely on what would happen next. Luffy looked at you, astonished. It passed a few seconds, and you thought you ruined everything. But then Luffy opened that usual wide grin of his, letting that laugh of his and kissed you again, spinning you around one more time. The Strawhats started shouting, happy for their captain and their crewmate. "Yohoho, I never expected that y/n would have hidden feelings for our dear captain!", Brook commented happy.

All the joy quieted down a bit, and everyone started eating the delicious dinner Sanji had prepared. Luffy sat beside you, not letting go of your hand for one second. You were going to figure out what you and Luffy were, but for now, you were happy to be more than just a friend. "Okay, now that everyone has solved their problems. Can you please stop hurting yourselves? I'm tired of taking care of beaten up crewmates.", Chopper said, making everyone burst out laughing.

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Bringing Breakfast [Otis Driftwood x female reader] | NSFW

Sweaty bloody Otis Driftwood eating pussy. 1.3k [Discussion of murder, oral (f receiving) creampie, minor knife play]

“Darlin’,” Mother Firefly called out as she heard the stairs creak under your feet. “Is that you?” She smiled when you turned the corner into kitchen. “I was hopin’ that it was.”

“Smells good.”

“Oh you are a dear,” She has a stack of plates out on the counter next to her. “Have you seen him today?”

“I know he went to town last night so he’s probably out back cause he wasn’t in his room last night.”

“He does this sometimes,” She shakes her head. “Up all night playing with his toys, I tell that boy he needs to sleep. Would you bring him out a plate?”

“Of course.”

You chat about the day while she dishes up his and your plates. “Any plans today?”

“Oh I think I’m gonna run down to Spaulding’s and get a few things, almost outta milk and runnin’ low on bacon.”

She holds the door as you walked out into the yard with the plates. You kick at the door of the shed and Otis swings it open, eyes shining and an unkempt smile across his face.

He had sweat most of his corpse paint off, remnants of white and black on his tank top which was plastered to his body, soaked with blood. “Hey mama.”

He looks insane. Of course you know that he is, in fact, insane, but the sparkle in his eye and look of malevolence on his face heighten it.

“Good night?” You smirk.

“Good night.” He nods. “But I got another one in the trunk if you wanna help.”

“You need to eat something, you’ve been,” You try desperately to peel your eyes away from where they’ve landed, shamelessly staring at where his blood stained biceps are glimmering in the sun. “Working so hard.”

He takes a few steps back into the shed and takes the plates from you. He turns around and sets them down on his work bench.

“Don’t want breakfast.” He grunts, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into the shed.

“You’ve been at it all night, you need to eat someth-,”

“But there’s so much tastier I’d rather be eating.” He pulls you close. You can feel the wetness of his blood soaked shirt pressing against you.

“C’mon mama, I know how you get when you go a night without gettin’ fucked.”

He leans in and rests his open mouth and your neck, just below your ear. His teeth only graze you, not enough to draw blood, but the piercing mixed with gentle sucking is enough to leave a bruise.

“And I know how you get when you see me all bloody.” He whispers. “Isn’t that right?”

Cognitive thinking had left a long time ago and his spit gleaming on your neck and his bulge grinding against you has rendered you absolutely incapable of refusing, so you nod.

You nod because you do—of course you love it he’s like this.

“You want these off honey?” His fingers trace down your body to land on the hem of your shorts. You nod again.

“Aw, you gone quiet on me already? Got too turned on, gotta let your pussy think for ya?” You nod again and he shakes his head, hands still at your hips, fingertips dipping below the band. “Not today, no honey you need to use your words. Don’t hold back. Tell me you like it, tell me every fuckin’ thought in that pretty little head.”

“I,” Your voice is shaky. There’s something terrifying about telling him how much you like it. He knows, he’s felt you squeeze down on his cock when he mentions what he’s been out doing, he knows how much it turns you on to know that this evil murderer only has eyes for you—but it’s so scary to say it.

“You gotta tell me,” he drops to his knees. “Or I can’t have my breakfast. You know I gotta eat, mama, and I can’t do that,” he presses his face in between your thighs, rubbing his face against the denim. “If you don’t tell me how much you like this.”

“I think it’s all the blood.” You whimper. The way he’s nosing in between your thighs is pushing the seam of your shorts against you in a way that almost feels too good. “Reminds me that you’re a, I guess serial killer.”

“Now darlin’ don’t act like you haven’t helped.”

“Not saying it’s a bad thing, just, you’re a big scary serial killer, so powerful. In control.”

“That’s my girl,” He smiles up at you. “You want these off?” He teases.

“Please.”

He unbuttons your shorts and pulls them down, then flips open his pocket knife.

He holds eye contact as he moves it towards you, only looking away to line up the blade with the seam at the side of your underwear.

“Otis if you keep cutting all my panties off I’m not gonna have any left.”

“Oh no,” he mocks, pulling them away from your hip so he can slide through the stitches. “Then I guess you’ll just have to walk around with your pussy out all the time.”

He looks up with a shit eating grin, the remains of your underwear in his hand. “Go bend over my work bench.”

You walk over, legs shaky, and acutely aware of wetness in between your thighs. When you lean over Otis reaches up from his position, still in his knees, to put his hand on your lower back, pushing you down so that your ass is sticking out.

He runs two fingers in between your lips and chuckles. “So fuckin’ messy, you been makin’ all this mess for me, makin’ my breakfast?”

You can’t say anything before he’s diving in, his tongue pushing inside you.

He licks down to your clit, sucking on it so aggressively that his spit mixes with the wetness that’s dribbling out of your hole.

“You get so sloppy, don’t you?” The teasing in his tone has gone. Now he’s intense, serious, and so fucking possessive. “This cunt gets so wet for me, doesn’t it? DOESN’T IT?” He screams.

“So wet for you,” You babble. “Only you Otis.” He keeps sucking while he fumbles with his belt. When he pulls away he runs his left hand up and down your pussy a few times and then puts pointer and middle finger inside. Then he switches them out for his ring and pinky. Then his thumb.

“What are you,”

“Gotta get my hand wet mama, and there’s no better lube than what’s pouring outta your pussy right now.”

Your clit is sliding between his spit coated lips, his nose pressing into you, one hand squeezing your ass and the other on his dick.

Eating you from the back while you’re bent over is his favorite way to do it because once he gets you close, like you are now, your legs start trembling and it makes your ass shake around his face.

“How you feelin’ pretty girl?” He groans into you.

“I’m gonna cum.”

“That’s right sweetheart.” He grunts.

He doesn’t stop. You’re shaking, trembling on his tongue, ass pushing against him. It’s so good. It’s overstimulating and overwhelming and the whole shed reeks of blood and stale sweat and your entire body is on fire.

He licks at your hole while you come down from your high, clit still throbbing. “Im gonna cum honey.” He stands up and you can feel the tip of his cock poking at your entrance, his knuckles bumping your asscheeks. “You want that?”

“Yes.” You can’t form a thought but you know you want it. Your pussy is swollen and dripping and feels so fucking good. “Otis please.”

“That’s right darlin’, oh fuck that’s my pretty girl, take it.” You can feel it shooting into you, his tip pressed just inside you. “That’s it baby, right there.”

He bends over, cock sliding in between your thighs. He presses himself against you and wraps his arms around you, kissing the back of your head.

“Thanks for breakfast honey.” He murmurs, lips pressed against you.

[nr1chaedickrider]

'Universe.'

got this idea long ago from @allfortzu 's satzu story and i just need to write something about the universe theory <3

cw: (mostly) fluff, some angst, some smut

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It's quiet. A half-empty bottle of beer in each of your hands. Both of you are leaning against the bed while sitting on the floor. Chaeyoung's head on your shoulder. You are both cold, but somehow you warm each other up.

"Do you believe in the multiverse theory?" asks Chaeyoung as she looks at you, sitting upright again.

"Partly?" you reply, taking a sip of the beer.

"Kind of interesting to think about." says Chaeyoung, her head leaning back.

"Do you think... what would you and I be like in different universes?" she asks. It makes you think.

Both of you in other universes?

"Never thought about it that way," you reply.

In this universe, you are good friends. You've known each other for a long time.

But what about in other universes?

In this universe, you don't know each other, or rather, you don't know each other yet.

You have just moved to Paris, Chaeyoung has been living there for years. After weeks you start to notice more and more the flower shop which is in the same street as your apartment.

When you stand in front of it, you realize that it also offers tattoos? A strange but interesting combination.

You open the door and are immideatly greeted by the scent of flowers, as well as soft music in the background coming from a record.

"Hello!!!" says a woman enthusiastically to you, she looks smaller than you, her hair color the same as yours, her arms full of tattoos.

You smile at her and walk to the counter.

"I haven't been here that long, and I wanted to decorate my place a bit... and maybe get a tattoo on the spur of the moment?" you laugh, which she returns. "I have the perfect Flowers for you, and maybe the perfect Tattoo!" she smiles and winks at you.

Maybe it's a beginning of a wonderful friendship.

Maybe more?

In this universe you know each other, but you are probably your worst enemies.

You're both students in an art university, and you're the best students in the class. In competitions, it's always about which one of you wins. But, bad for you, Chaeyoung wins more than you.

"This can't be true," you mutter sourly as it is announced that she has won again. You walk out of the room, you don't need any more 2nd place trophies that just remind you that you can't be better than the Son Chaeyoung.

You walk to the next art classroom - the next competition is already in a month and you want to win. You sit down on a chair in front of a slightly larger canvas, your pens and brushes beside you on a stool. You hear the door open behind you.

"Drawing again? Wouldn't you rather give up? I'm going to win again anyway. Use your talent for other things," Chaeyoung says in her teasing voice. You grit your teeth because honestly, you feel like beating her up right now.

"Leave me alone." you reply. You hear a little giggle from her. "Good luck winning against me then" she says ironically and walks out. You hold the brush so tightly that it breaks in half. You sigh as you put away the two broken halfs.

Here, you hate her more than anything.

In another universe, you have a rather... different relationship.

Chaeyoung's head between your thighs, your hand in her hair while you moan. A breathy "f-fuck-" leaves your mouth. You've met her in a bar, and from the eye-fucking to the quick talking stage onto this perfect moment.

You breath heavily as Chaeyoung eats you out, her tongue in your hole while her nose hits your clit in a unusual pace.

Maybe its the alcohol, or Chaeyoung's perfect skills, but you cum quickly into her mouth, the sound of her drinking your juices makes you even more horny.

She sits upright again, smirking at you while her finger is resting on your clit which makes you grind your hip against her finger, signalising Chaeyoung that you definetly want more.

She leans forward, kissing you while one hand plays with your breast, the other one drawing circles on your clit. You moan into her mouth as she explores it with her tongue. She leaves your lips and her mouth lands on your neck, sucking, biting, kissing every inch of skin, her fingers now burried deep inside of you. Your hands on her shoulder, your nails digging into her skin while your toes curl into the bedsheet.

In this Universe, you dont really know eachother except your name or how you look without clothes, how you moan and taste. And maybe it will stay like that.

Maybe not.

In a universe far away, you are older.

You've been Chaeyoung's girlfriend for years.

Chaeyoung is on a set right now filming her new music video, and you're visiting her for support.

She fulfilled her dream of becoming a singer about a year ago, and it went even better than she thought. Her debut song became a hit, so now the next album almost a year later.

"Hello!!!" you call in happily, Chaeyoung smiles at you as she walks away from the set to hug you.

"I missed you" you say as you both walk to an empty room so you can talk in peace.

"Me too" Chaeyoung replies but in some weird tone.

You sit down on a couch as she takes your hand in hers, a light sigh falling from her lips.

"Are you okay?" you ask worriedly. Chaeyoung is silent, but then-

"My company wants me to break up with you... it's just to start with, they don't want to ruin my reputation, they say after a year or so we can do things together in public too" she says, her voice breaks, but in the end it sounds like she agrees and wants to take a year off??

"Chaeyoung..."

"You know it's my dream..." she says, since this conversation started she hasn't even looked at your face once. You wipe a tear from your cheek.

"You know I've always supported you. Then I'll do it again now," you say, standing up and walking out of the room, you hear Chaeyoung say something but you're too afraid to look back.

You came to support her, but it seems you did in a different way.

"I love you forever," she said as you left.

"I love you too," you say to yourself as you wave to a cab.

Here in this world you can't be together, but that's okay. You love each other.

"Do you think they hate us?" asks Chaeyoung, quietly and fearfully.

"I don't. I honestly don't want to think about it" you answer and sigh.

In this universe, you also love each other, but no one knows but the two of you.

You are sitting on a terrace of a bar, among young adults like you it is known as a safe place for "people like you", the extra exclusive terrace is as good as dark, a few candle lights on the tables from the different people. Half empty drinks on your table. Your view of the sea, the waves as good as silent.

"No matter what they think of us, I will always love you" you say and smile, your hand on hers. Your cell phone rings, a call from your mother.

"Hold on a second" you say and answer it.

"So how's the date going?"

Right. You told her you were out with a male friend. You sigh.

"It's going fine."

"I hope he likes you, you should finally marry someon-"

"I have to go, see you later mom." you hang up and turn off your phone.

"Your mom is bugging you again?" asks Chaeyoung, you nod.

"How about we go for a walk?" she smiles.

"I'd love to" you both put money on the table and walk out of the bar, a walk along the water, your favorite activity, unobtrusive yet somehow beautiful too. You walk hand in hand, Chaeyoung kisses your cheek. She's been doing it for years, but every time you get butterflies in your stomach. You sit down on a bench, your head on her shoulder.

"Chaeyoung?" it's quiet.

"Hm?"

"I want to go to another city..

With you" you say, it's not a question, just a fact. It's a sentence full of love.

"Me too" she says and smiles.

"I want to marry you" Chaeyoung says, it's just like you said, a fact, full of love, like a proposal.

"Then let's get married" you kiss her, slowly and so soft.

In this Universe you're scared to show your love.

"Its funny to think about us in different universes" she says, your beer already empty, your mind slowly coming back after you were thinking about everything.

You and Chaeyoung in different places.

"You know... it's interesting and all... but I'd much rather just be here, in the present universe. With you," you say, while looking at her. It's more of a whisper, but loud enough for Chaeyoung to hear.

She smiles at you and nods.

"You're right" she says, setting the beer in her hand on the floor and turning to you, her hand on your cheek.

In this universe, you are good friends.

She comes closer, her warm breath on your lips, she looks into your eyes, then at your lips, and back into your eyes.

You both come closer, her lips on yours. A slow, pleasant kiss.

Maybe you are more than friends, but it doesn't matter. You have each other, and you would rather be nowhere else but here.

[ecrisparfois]

sketchbook

summary :  Y/N drew Draco in the middle of class, and got caught.

warning(s) : Umbridge

words : 1.3k

A/N : This is inspired by a real life event lol, so very self-indulgent. I miss story with plots :( Working on one but tbh I rather read than write because even though writing is one of my hobbies, not writing is also my hobby. so, yeah.

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Umbridge class is might be the last class you wanted to be in right now. It might sound a bit harsh, but you rather have death eater disguised in Mad Eye Moody than her. Despite what he did last year, he's clearly way more competent than the women standing in front of the class. Speaking of the disguised defense against the dark arts teacher last year, you remember how he turned Draco into a ferret. You snorted at the memory, your pals in the neighboring desk send you a look of concern which you return with a reassuring shook.

You glance at the sight of Draco in the other side of the class. The sight of him under the morning sun caused you to gasp softly, stunned. He seemed just as bored as everyone else in the room; his lips curved down makes unnoticeable pout; his eyes looking back and forth from the blackboard to his textbook; his slender long finger holding the quill, dip it to the ink bottle in front of him every other minute; his head laid flat on his palm, his elbow on the desk helping his arm support the weight of his head; white blonde hair of his look so soft, reflecting the morning light.

You instinctively grabbed the sketchbook and pencil in your satchel. Ready to draw the Slytherin across the room. You took out the needed supplies without second thought. After all, fuck this class. Draco's beautiful features under the good lighting was too precious to be missed. You tossed your textbook to the side, flipping your sketchbook and readjust your seat to get a better position while drawing Draco. As if he knew of your activity, he stayed still like a good model. He didn't move much and his facial expressions didn't change.

An hour later, after glances you took of him so often, Draco beautiful features imprinted on the paper of your sketchbook. You grinned in satisfaction; looking back and forth from the sketch to Draco across the classroom. Not bad, just need a little completion. You just about to continue to go on a few small details when out of nowhere, Umbridge showed up behind your shoulder.

"Ms Y/L/N," your hands freeze at the painfully sweet voice. "What are you doing?" she asked sweetly, but her eyes already attached to the sketch.

You opened your mouth to answer and give her excuses but immediately shut it close as you realised 'bored' was not an acceptable reason to draw your classmate.

"Is that Mr Malfoy?" she snatched the sketchbook from your hand before you even have time to process what she was doing.

My precious Draco, you cried silently as she brought the sketchbook to her desk.

Draco shoot his head at your direction as he heard his name mentioned. He furrowed his eyes at you in disapproval, you refuse to meet his eyes in embarrassment. Your face growing warm as Umbridge flipped page after page of your sketchbook. You prayed to whatever God that might exist to keep Umbridge's mouth shut and to give her a bit of compassion not to humiliate you in front of the whole class. It seemed like God must be nonexistent, because Umbridge sent you a wickedly sweet smile that made you loath the sight of her even more than you did before.

"Ms Y/L/N. Do you think you're a good artist?" she asked with a mocking tone. "Your sketch is awful." she added before you could answer. Her hands dangerously brought your sketchbook up and flip it for the class to see.

It was a few weeks ago, Hermione in library reading her book. She flipped to another random pages, Daphne and Pansy painted each other nails. And last, she showed the whole class your latest sketch of Draco with his bored face. The whole class wasn't laughing at you, instead they send you an emphatic look. Umbridge seemed to be unsatisfied with the lack of humiliating response from your fellow classmates.

"You have a crush on Mr Malfoy? You drew him quite often," her questions pushed you off the edge. How dare she barge in to your personal space.

"That's none of your concern. You could insult me for my drawings, but you shouldn't ask about my personal life because you don't have the right to." you snapped at her. You know it was a bad move when you heard a few gasps from your classmates.

Surely, Umbridge face turned sour. "Detention, Ms Y/L/N. Don't talk to me like that and don't sketch anyone ever again. You’re an awful artist; to be sketched in your Merlin awful drawing is the biggest insult anyone could ever receive," she spat venomously.

She walks right to the middle in front of the class, still carrying your sketchbook. You expected her to return the book to your hand, but when she muttered 'incendio' your heart dropped. Seconds later, your sketchbook had burn to ashes. You don't know what exactly you must be feeling. You’re mad, sad and embarrassed all at the same time. The class was dismissed right after that. She leaving after sternly told you to go to her office after dinner for detention.

You’re so embarrassed you can’t look at anyone even when they pat your shoulder softly in attempt of reassurance.

"Hey Y/L/N," a soft voice calling your name. You turned around to find Draco standing behind you.

"Oh, hello, Malfoy." you nodded at him before realizing he must think how much of a creep you are for drawing him 'quite often' without his permission. "I'm so sorry, Malfoy. I didn't mean to creep you out or stalk you or anything. It's just I found you quite attractive when the light fell right on you," you rambled.

He just chuckled. "You think I'm attractive?" he smirked and rise his eyebrows.

Damn it! You should think through your words before sputtering things and embarrass yourself.

"Uh, no. I mean, yeah. Everyone is attractive to draw if they have the right light. Anyway, I'll stop sketching you. It's awful anyway, sorry again," your voice gradually got quieter. You look at the ground as if Draco was scolding you.

"Your sketch is lovely." he said with a genuine smile. You gaped at him in astonishment. "I'm flattered you choose me as one of your models. Thanks for sketching me 'quite often'," he put an emphasis at the last two words. You smiled bashfully. "Walk with me?" he offered. You just nod.

For that day, you were not sure if you should be mad for Umbridge destroying your months of works or do you have to be grateful for the newfound friendship you have with the boy you had a crush on for sometimes.

Bonus:

You walk to your room to find a package on the bed.

"Dray, what is it a package on the bed?"

"What package? I don't know just open it!" your husband yells back from kitchen.

You look at the fancy wrapping paper investigatively. You tear it to get a clue of what inside. You can’t believe your eyes as it sets to a familiar front cover of your old sketchbook. It was the one Umbridge set on fire! A note falls to your feet. You pick it up.

Yes, it is what you think. You should be thankful to have an exceptionally genius husband, like me. I like the drawings by the way, I think I look better on your sketchbook ;)

Love x

D, Malfoy

"Do you like it?" Draco asks softly, sneak his arm around your waist and rest his chin on your shoulder.

"I like it. I love it, I love you," you jump on him, make him chuckle.

"I love you too." he kiss your temple lovingly.

[throwingmetothelions]

I usually don’t like combining prompts, but I knew EXACTLY what I was going to do with this the second I laid them out. A blog made the request, and I made this. Thank you for having a large brain about my unashamed fav. I blame @familiarscarsxelectrichearts for making a post that involved redbull because I grabbed one out of my fridge because it sounded like a good idea - but I already had my coffee for the morning. I wrote this while sprawled out on a wooden floor, pantsless, and suffering from the caffeine shakes. If there are spelling mistakes please understand that I’m running off of 450 milligrams of gogo juice and I can barely read right now. For the sake of this story - they all live on the same coast.

Smut Prompts 85. “i thought you said it was a one time thing?” and 145. “do you want to join me”.

Nicholas x OC (Beck)

The California air had Beck questioning if there was a God, and if he took pride in his punishing heatwave. Her brother Jesse took absolutely no issue with calling her up the night before to cash in on that favor she owed him. He got her and a friend side stage for Bad Omens two months ago, and here she was working on tour prep under a glaring sun for him in return.

Noah was working on merch inventory at Matt’s house as he was the only one with enough room for the 38 boxes, Jolly was with Folio trying to work on the list of shit they’d be putting on the rider back at Folio’s house, and she stood side by side with Nicholas as they played the worst game of tetris imaginable with bins, totes, and a trailer.

“It’s all fit before, but I’m not sure how Vincent managed it. Just … yall will figure it out i’m sure. Beck actually went to college so,” he waved them off as he left them to go meet with some local band about production matters at another home studio across the city.

“Yeah man. We’ll uh - we’ll figure it out,” Nick murmurs as he swipes at the beads of sweat tumbling from his forehead.

There was no part of her that could look him in the eyes. She hadn’t seen Nick since that concert, and she was hoping that she might’ve had a bit more time before she had to face him again after what happened.

—--

“He can’t know about this,” Beck whispered against Nick’s throat as she seated herself on his cock and his hands came to rest on her hips.

“I don’t plan on telling Jesse that I was balls deep in his little sister,” he hisses as she begins to rock back and forth. “This - fuck. This isn’t how I thought this would go,” he states against her lips.

Beck’s thoughts were so loud within the confines of her head that she was sure they’d bounce off every wall of that dimly lit venue bathroom if she let them fly.

“This is a one time thing. If you can keep a secret,” he looked down and ran a thumb through the light patch of hair over her slit, “then I can too”.

He’d thought about fucking her before? In what position? For how long?

“Shut the hell up and make me cum,” she said to herself to Nick as she dropped her forehead to the crown of his head and took in the smell of smoke and the fog machine.

Nick’s thighs flexed as he held up her weight and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Yes ma’am,” he said sternly as he fucked her into oblivion. There was a special place up above for the person that decided to put speakers in the bathroom, he thinks as she cried out right along with Rage Against The Machine.

—--

Looking him in the eyes might have been off the table, but she was sure as shit staring at the way his light gray t-shirt clung to his chest, the sweat stains outlining faint abs and a heaving chest as he pushed another box up the ramp and into the hot trailer. “Hey Beck … did you know that if you actually resumed helping me we could be finished faster than if you just stand there and watch me work,” he said with a sharp tongue while grabbing another small box.

“Y-yeah. Sorry,” she muttered as her eyes flew down to the tote bags at her feet.

—--

The next hour was filled with picture taking, map drawing, and a few too many cuss words, but the pair had finished writing down the schematics for the mock trailer packing. After moving the empty boxes into the garage for them to be filled with merch at a later date, Nicholas and Beck stood across from each other in the silence of the kitchen with a few Gatorades.

“I want to relax, but I wouldn't even sit on the floor with this much sweat coming off of me. I’m gonna steal some shorts and a shirt from Jesse’s room and then I’ve gotta shower,” he smiled while stripping his shirt off and leaving it near the front door as he made his way up the stairs.

Beck watched the muscles in his back flex as he walked up. The dimples she didn't know he had that sat at the bottom of his spine just above the line of his boxers were burned into the back of her eyelids, and she sighed with every blink. Turning around to toss her gatorade bottle in the recycling, she noticed that bin was full and her brother had been stacking cans gracefully on top until the entire thing threatened to topple over. She cursed under breath as she tried to move some to take the entire thing out for him and place it all in the outside container.

“Beck!”

Her name reverberated off the walls as she jolted up right. “What’s up,” she called back as she craned her neck to the side. Supposing that he couldn’t hear her over the shower water, she jogged the stairs taking two at a time.

Why are brains out to sabotage us all in our most fragile moments? She was sure that that’s what was happening because she reached the threshold of the door, and popped her head in without thinking. Without even fucking thinking.

There was just enough steam on the clear curtain to hide his dick, but nothing else. His hands flew there anyway as a light blush crept up Beck’s neck. “I totally forgot to grab a towel, and I would rather not have to air dry later. Can you maybe snag one from somewhere …,” he drug out the last vowel as a means to get her to rip her eyes off of his body for six seconds, although he would be lying if he said he hated the additional heat they brought to his already warm shower. Nicholas hadn’t shaken her from his mind either. He’d tried his best to think of the consequences that would come with his close friend finding out that he had railed his sister, but based on the type of person Jesse was, the worst that he could come up with was a swift punch to the jaw and maybe he didn't talk to him for a few weeks. His resolution her ass in those track shorts wasn’t helping him in the slightest.

Beck didn’t say a word as she ran to Jesse’s room and blindly took one from underneath the sink. Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she realized that she really was red in the face and it wasn't just the touch of sunburn that she knew she'd inevitably get. She brushed it off as she walked back to give the towel to Nick. “I’m - I’m not looking,” she half yelled as she closed her eyes tightly and her hand tried to feel out the counter to make sure she wasn't going to throw his towel on a wet spot in the sink.

“You look kinda dumb dude,” Nicholas laughed as he spun around to grab the clean loofah he had found in a dish on the counter. “It’s … It isn’t like you haven’t … you know,” Nick stumbled hoping she wouldn’t make him give her a play by play of the last time they were alone in a bathroom together.

Why the fuck was Beck blushing so much today? And why the fuck was it always Nicholas Ruffilo’s fault?

“Do you want to join me,” Nicholas blurted out, “just because I’m not sure how much hot water there will be after this, and no offense, but we both need to shower so,” he gestured towards the other side of the tub to show her that he could make room.

Beck just kinda stared at him and tilted her head to the side in thought.

One really would have been surprised that her mouth hadn’t propped open and she never caught flies as she processed what he’d said. Words left her, but her hands crossed over her waist to peel her tank top off of her body. Call it heat exhaustion, or call it Nick’s happy trail. She shimmied her shorts down her legs and added them to the pile before she asked Nicholas to please turn around as she went to take off her bra and panties.

“Why does it matter if I see you get naked if you’re gonna be … never mind. What the hell ever,” he let out a breathy laugh as he complied. He knew she’d just stand there until he did what she asked of him. It was a Cash sibling thing, he reckoned. He could hear the curtain move as she stepped in, and he stepped back a bit to let her stand under the water.

Beck inadvertently cornered Nick as she let the warm spray fall over her.

A small moan escaped her lips as her aching arms began to relax, and Nick’s dick picked it up at the exact moment his ears did.

He couldn’t help but let his eyes wander. Her head was thrown back, and her brown hair fell down her back as she lifted her arms to move it off of her neck. The slight curve of her belly smoothed out into hips that held the perfect amount of weight and thighs that jiggled slightly each time she shifted her weight. He should have felt shame at the way he felt his cock stir, but he couldn’t … just turned around to grab the soap from the side of the tub.

“Can you maybe get my back,” she whispered. There was no need to bring her volume above that as she was within eight inches of him at this point.

“Yeah. Flip,” he made a circular gesture with his finger, and he brought the sudsy loofah up to her shoulder blades. Moving his arm in a wide circle he could hear Beck sighing into the air. In a split second decision Nicholas hung the loofah back up and began to rub the soap into her skin with his bare hands.

She tensed momentarily at the feeling of his calloused fingers working it into her back, but the feeling of his breath against her ear took away any hesitation she may have had.

“You just tell me if you wanna stop and I’ll get out,” he said before he let his hands slip down over her soap-slicked tits. Nick plucked an already hard nipple between his thumb and index finger.

“I thought you said it was a one time thing,” Beck wondered aloud as her hands reached up to cover Nicks. She could feel him start to rock their bodies back and forth under the water. There was no doubt in her mind that this is what she wanted, but had his previous words meant nothing?

He spun her around and pressed her into the wall before he slotted his damp lips over hers. “Fuck what I said,” he let out as he slipped a finger down to run up her slit. “She’s giving you away,” he said as he brought his hand up to show her that she was soaking wet, and it absolutely wasn't because of the shower.

Beck felt her hips twitch as she immediately reached forward and grabbed Nick’s hard cock. “I could say the same shit about you,” she smirked as she watched him bite his lower lip with a groan.

“No. Nuh-uh. Nope,” he backed up a step as her eyebrows furrowed. Thinking she may have gone too far too soon, she watched as he pulled the removable shower head down and took the handle in his hand. “Ya know … I’ve heard stories about what you girls do with these things,” he stated as he switched the settings. Testing out the pulsing jet spray against his palm, she watched as his eyes lit up. “Have you ever made yourself cum with one of these before,” he asked as his head cocked to the side with curiosity.

“N-no,” she stuttered as her legs involuntarily spread apart. Beck could feel Nick bring the shower head to her core, and she did everything but curl in on herself right there.

He pressed his chest up against hers and wallowed in the way her soft breasts felt against him. Looking down at her face he saw something that was nothing short of art. Her eyebrows were furrowed and he thought she might bite a hole in the knuckle she’d shoved between her teeth. Her cheeks were a dusky pink splattered with light freckles that the sun had brought out.

“Remember earlier when all you could do was stand there and watch me work? Watch me work now hun - open those eyes up,” he grunted. Nick began to move the shower head back and forth at a rapid pace, making sure that the stream never let up off of her clit.

One last glance into his gray eyes had her feeling like it was all on the edge of being too much, and Beck latched on to his shoulder as her thighs began to shake. She felt Nicholas adjust in preparation of her falling over, and he spun encouraging praises into her ear as she came harder than she had ever cum before. He quickly turned the shower head towards her inner thigh and away from her sensitive pussy. She was positive she’d pricked his skin, but if he was bleeding they’d never have known. Beck was babbling unintelligibly as Nicholas gently turned her around to face the shower wall after he put the handle back into place.

“You good?” he questioned as he ran a hand over her hip. Nick could feel her skin twitch slightly as her head nodded and found its place against the tiles. His knee came up and nudged her thighs apart slightly as his hand dug deep into the flesh of her ass. He rubbed his cock against her puffy outer lips and took her backing her ass into him as a sign to continue. The head went in with ease, and he slowly worked his length in until he was buried. Nick brought a protective hand up and splayed it across her belly while he squeezed. “How the fuck could this have ever been a one time thing,” he groaned out as her hot walls welcomed him - the last pulses of the orgasm he fed her working him over. His other hand pressed against the wall in front of them as he bent her over to the best of his abilities.

If Beck had a thought up in her head left she was sure it fell out of her ears with the way Nick fucked her in that shower. The water amplified the sound of her plush thighs meeting his under the still-warm mist, adding to the sensory overload she didnt want to walk away from. The slick slide of his cock and the way she called out for God had Nicholas thinking that there was something holy in the steam rising up around them.

“Oh Jesus Christ,” he gritted as he set an impossibly fast pace. All Beck could do was press her forearms down harder and spread her hands out to keep her cheek from banging into the tile as Nicholas pounded her into the fucking wall. He could feel her walls start to contract and relax the same way they had that night at the venue. Nick gripped her hips even harder as his fingers sunk into her skin. “You’re gonna cum again,” he moaned under his breath as his head flew back, “you’re gonna fucking cum again”.

She didn't have time to decide if it was just a statement or a command because, as if he knew her better than she knew herself, Beck felt herself squeeze around his dick as she let go of an earth shattering orgasm she hadn’t known was on the horizon. Her vision crossed, and she wasn’t sure what noise was coming from who at that point.

Nick was barely holding his shit together before she shook around his cock, but he lost it all when her back arched and her cunt caught him in a vice grip. He silently thanked Beck for staying as solid as she could under him because he couldn’t let her hips go to brace himself - just held her against him as he pumped everything he had to give up inside of her.

She slowly moved her way up the wall with him still inside of her. Feeling the water start to run cold, Beck reached over and turned the taps off.

“Does the shower even count if we … because when I pull out its all gonna run down your …,” and Nicholas Ryan had never stopped himself from speaking faster than at that moment because the thought of watching his cum trickle out from between her lips and down those legs was enough to get him hard again.

Beck giggled as she wiggled her ass against him. “Well we have to hang out in here anyways, so it is what it is,” she started to blink rapidly. Nicholas began to speak with a cocked brow, but she cut him off. “I uhm … when I went to grab you that towel I was distracted as hell. I didn't realize it was actually a hand towel … so …”.

[julemmaes]

Always

Some tooth rotting Nessian fluff for you my loves since we're deep in the exam session and I'm a serial procrastinator (and also depressed as fuck apparently) and I can't find any Shatter Me fics that satisfy my need for fluff rn

Set in the The Seven of Us AU (masterlist)

Word count: 1,393

Nesta was perfectly aware of the fact that she was starring. She knew her husband would give her shit if he noticed her ogling him as he started his evening work out, but she really couldn't care less about it.

She had closed her book almost twenty minutes ago as he'd walked in their living room. Cassian had gone up to her, ran a hand through her hair to tilt her head up and leave a soft, loving kiss on her forehead.

She'd closed her eyes, hoping for more, but she'd been left wanting, her neck bent back as she faced the ceiling. The warmth of his hand still lingered on her skin.

"I love you," he'd whispered as he'd made his way to their windowless room—the space where they kept all the kids' too-big-to-fit-in-the-room games and Cassian's gym equipment. Nesta hated that room, it was so messy she tried to forget it existed half the time.

And now it was the easiest task for her, to not think of anything at all. Cassian was wearing a white shirt whose sleeves he had ripped off. His tattoos were in full display for her to admire in the golden light of the late afternoon, and his dark, tanned skin shined with sweat. The black ink moving with every push and pull of his arms, his muscles vibrating with the effort to lift the weights. And the occasional grunts and huffs coming from him were just an added little gift, directly from the universe to her.

She was exhausted and all she wanted to do was unapologetically gawk at her sweaty husband as she lay on the couch under her blanket. So that was what she was doing.

He was looking outside through the kitchen window, and a small smile blossomed on his lips as the shrieks and laughters of their kids filled their silent room.

"Cece! That's mi–ne!"

Nesta sighed through her nose and shuffled on the couch to find a more comfortable position, knowing perfectly well she wouldn't lift a finger if shit went down. Nevermind that their four-year-old had just started screaming at the top of her lungs. She knew if was only because Cal had stolen yet another of her toys.

They heard Ezra try to pacify his sister and meddle things between his siblings, and Cassian couldn't help his snort when Celia started screaming at him, too, to leave her puppets alone.

Nesta closed her eyes, basking in her children's sounds, absorbing every word and whine, every giggle and cry. She knew it wouldn't last forever.

They could already see it with Ezra, now only a few weeks away from his thirteenth birthday, his voice had started to become deeper and his laugh more... grown-up. He'd lost his soft giggles. When she'd first noticed, Nesta had almost cried.

And Cal and Nora had just turned eight and five respectively. Andra's second birthday was nine days away—

She shook her head, blinking her tiredness away, willing her mind to slow down and enjoy every bit of it while she had it.

It wasn't until she yawned that Cassian finally looked her way. The moment his eyes were on her curled up figure, they softened and he slowed down his movements. He stopped altogether when she rubbed her eyes with the back on her hand and dropped the weights to the floor.

She offered him a weak smile and his face lit up, his breath hitched, as he took two long strides to her side, crouching down.

Nesta looked him in the eyes, mumbling a silent, "Hi."

Cassian smoothed a hand over her hair again, and then brushed her cheek, cupping her face. His thumb was drawing short lines on her bottom lip now.

"Are you tired, sweetheart?" He asked her, his eyes locked on her mouth.

Nesta nodded, her position not really allowing her much movement. "I had the longest day at work."

"'M sorry, baby," he leaned forward, the tip of his nose brushing hers, "I can always give you a massage later, if you'd like that."

She hummed, pleased even just at the idea. His nostrils flared as he took a deep breath and kissed the corner of her lips.

"I would love that," Nesta said.

It was Cassian's turn to hum, and when their eyes met, she couldn't resist it anymore and lifted her head just as he closed in on her. They both smiled in the kiss and then Cassian was gone.

Nesta was stunned, still recovering at the quickness with which he'd moved that he was laying on one of the confusing torture machines he trained with.

"Gotta finish the work out first," he cracked his neck, starting a new set as he kept talking. "I'll cook dinner, put the gremlins to bed and then we can chill, watch a movie... take a bath, together."

Nesta looked at him, mirth sparkling in her eyes. Or at least that was what she hoped she was conveying through her exhaustion. He smirked in her direction, winking and opening his mouth to surely make a crude comment on their evening activities.

It surprised her then, when instead of getting a dirty preview of whatever he was gonna do to her, he whispered, so quietly that she barely heard him, "I missed you so much today."

She blinked and mollified, shaking her head.

Hopeless romantic, that husband of hers—

The loud, booming crack of Cal's laughter distracted her from her thoughts and the sound of the backdoor opening piqued her attention enough that she sat up, glancing at their backyard.

Nora came stumbling in the kitchen, tripping on the glass door.

"Watch your step, honey," Cassian said, before she could intervene.

Their daughter's smile was blinding. Happiness radiated from her small body as she jumped towards them. Her hazel eyes were alight with life, her whole head shone with sun rays embedded in her braided hair.

She was their little nugget of sunshine. And Nesta felt the strongest surge of love grow in her chest when she belined for her dad.

She threw herself on Cassian's chest.

"Hey, Nora," he said, wrapping his arms around her tiny tiny body. Nesta plopped down once again, holding a pillow to her chest. "Are you having fun?"

Nora started nodding so ferociously on his chest that her hair spiked everywhere. And then with the most adorable voice she said, "I love you. I always love you."

Cassian didn't hesitate, "I'll always love you, honey."

Their kid rested her cheek on his pec and looked at him, smiled. Cassian blew a strand of her hair that had gone astray off her face, petting it down and trying to braid it back into her complex hairdo.

They looked at each other for such a short time, and still, Nesta couldn't have asked for anything more.

The love shining there, in both her soulmate's eyes and in the eyes of that one fifth of her own soul... it took her breath away. Whenever she realised what she had created. What she had, what was hers and only hers.

She loved her family so much it hurt.

"Come back outside Nona!"

The little girl rose abruptly at her brother's voice, and without a single glance back ran outside, screaming over her shoulder.

"Goodbye daddy, I'm going out to play! Goodbye mommy!"

"Okay, see you honey."

Nesta recovered from the lump in her throat just in time before the door slammed shut and shouted back at her, "Love you, baby!"

Cassian had rose up on his elbows to follow his daughter with his gaze, a silly lost smile plastered on his face, and as soon as she out of sight he fell back down again.

He brought both hands to his face and breathed out a laugh. It sounded like his body needed to get all that unbridled love out somehow and didn't know any better than laugh it out.

Nesta breathed in, chuckling under her breath.

"That was so fucking cute."

Cassian's head snapped in her direction and she was surprised to find his eyes glossy, but still full of hope and love and gratitude. She smiled at him, her whole body softening in front of that picture.

"We made such a bunch of sentimental gremlins," he breathed out.

"That we did."

Heavily inspired by this reel.

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[wutheringmights]

Can we get the latest directors commentary pls?

Of course you can!

All things considered, this chapter actually came together really quickly. I haven't had a free weekend in a while, so that the chapter got done in a little over a month is really cool and sexy of me

My original plan was to have the bit about the war ending and the engineer leaving in secret at the end of the last chapter, and for this chapter to be the scene about Kat plus its consequences. The entire year would have passed between chapters with the reader getting no glimpses into what happened

Obviously, things got screwed up and I had to think of a way to make the war ending work with the Kat scene. I ended up with the idea of showing the passage of time with Link constantly reflecting back on how he failed to see the engineer. And I think it worked really well! For once my bad pacing was a blessing in disguise.

A part of me feels bad that I didn't do more with the friends of the Heroes Spirit, though I already struggle at times to give Midna things to do. I don't think I could have handled more of Ravio or Tetra.

There was going to be way more of Marin, including a bit about how she fades in and out of existence since she's only a dream. The engineer was always going to be the first person who knew when she was back, as he could always sense her presence.

This chapter also has one of my knew favorite lines (which I will highlight because I want to draw attention to it): "He hadn’t been a child for a long time now. But he had been in that comfortable space where he wasn’t a kid but not yet an adult. He always had the sense that if he turned around, he could walk back into a small shape his mother could hold in her arms."

Fort Raven was named after Sir Raven, from the Oracle of Time manga

Where do I start with the Kat stuff?

First off, I almost named this part of the chapter after the pudding bun. I really wanted to highlight the idea that what breaks through Link's disassociation is one person being selflessly nice to him. Like showing someone humanity begets more humanity

Also, the auburn woman who pointed out which direction Kat went in is the same auburn woman who danced with Link and spread rumors about the engineer in chapter 16. This is a detail only I care about.

Okay, so random trivia aside, let's actually talk about Kat

I have mentioned many times before that Kat is based off of Kattrin from Mother Courage and Her Children. Kattrin is a girl who became non-verbal after she was sexually assaulted by a soldier when she was a kid. You can obviously see how that relates to my Kat.

A long time ago, I mentioned that one of the deleted subplots in CTB was about Link dealing with the Waltons wanting to connect with him now that he was the hero. A character who was deleted from that plotline was a slightly older cousin who was also in the army, and was a total asshole of a man.

I bring the cousin up because the cousin's storyline was going to end with Kat-- that's right, he was supposed to play the role that the major with the slicked back hair played in this chapter.

Obviously, this would mean that this bit about Kat being continuously harassed would have gotten a lot more attention and gone on way longer before climaxing with cousin assaulting Kat.

The cousin got deleted from the story when I got rid of the subplot with the Waltons. I told myself that having a random character attack Kat would still work, but it still feels a little sudden to me.

I really wanted to keep this scene not only for the ways it forces Link to respond, but also to show how shitty soldiers are to civilians, especially men in power

And yeah, I wanted Link trying and failing to save someone to be what triggers his wake-up call. Link definitively fucked up. The only thing he has left is being the hero, and he just fucked up saving someone he cares about.

Watching you all speculate about how Kat got injured up until this point was interesting. For a long while, a lot of you thought that the engineer would be involved. I somehow never expected anyone to associate the engineer with Kat's injury.

There were also a lot of people who thought Link was the one who injured Kat. That, I saw coming. It's been interesting to see how people think about what actually happened.

Of course, I was going to have this section go all the way until the end of the next scene, where Link faces the consequences of his actions. You'll have to see next chapter what those consequences will be.

Okay, onto the present--

Up until this chapter, I was utterly convinced that Twilight and Spirit would hate each other from the moment they meet. Then I wrote this chapter and realized that Twilight's protective gene would triumph any misgivings he would otherwise have. Absolutely no way he wouldn't find out about Spirit and not decide he was going to be the only bozo standing in his corner.

I really wanted this bit with Time and Warriors talking to be at the end of the last chapter. In my brain, the pacing just makes more sense that way. I can't even regret pushing it off until this chapter because their talk ended up being so long.

I also had to write this scene twice because the first time, Time was way out of character.

I was initially worried that Time explaining his point of view would be redundant, but after blindsiding you all with his extremely bias POV during his argument with Spirit, this ended up being necessary. My bad.

But also, Time's perspective is so, so... *vague gesturing*

There were a lot of people who were really certain that the child must have hated Link after Link hit him in the temple. Since then, I have been waiting for someone to connect that scene with the moment where the engineer hit the child first. I thought someone would point this point out after Time's argument with Spirit. But, no! No one did! So I had to point it out in this chapter!

I gotta emphasize that Time is not necessarily correct. But I swore that once I got everyone comfortable with Warriors's morality, I was going to start throwing curve balls to challenge your opinion. And as Time puts it, if Spirit can be forgiven, then why not Warriors? Weren't they both responding to shitty situations? And is Warriors correct when he says it's different?

And why am I writing literary response questions for my own fic? Damn.

I originally scrapped the Wolfie scene because it was too cheesy, then I had to put it back in because I had been writing Twilight like the scene was still there

I've been worried that CTB Hyrule has become so iconic for being kinda a hard ass that he's being flanderized, so I figured he could be the one who declares that everyone is safe and sound.

Wind gets a new haircut because it's not real trauma unless your hair changes. The author is someone who changes her hair every time her life falls apart.

And he has a cool anime-esque eye patch because he's thirteen and he deserves a cool anime-esque eye patch

There actually was going to be a scene where Warriors shared his plan for the Triforce with Lana first, but I cut it since I didn't want to have the same argument twice, once with Lana and once with the Chain; it still feels a little out of character for Link to not talk to Lana first.

So the Warriors and Spirit scene

I wanted to convey that talking about everything that happened too soon would cause Warriors to sort of relive his memories and worsen his trauma. I wanted to try showing that without needing to outright state it, hence the dream-like sequence.

I think this was largely successful. People get the idea. Shout out to this story for forcing me to get good at writing trippy sequences, though. I wasn't really planning on that.

I think my favorite part about Twilight taking control is that he still needed Four to do some of the heavy talking for him. Power duo between a grown man and his 16 year old BFF

As I promised, a Triforce quest comes with a lot of morale quandaries that we now have to navigate with the characters, the biggest one being what is the definition of a war won? How do you wish for a war to be over without causing a larger disaster?

Everything about the world building for the Faovarian government and society was designed to add complications to that question. You can't annihilate the army without killing thralls. You can't use it on their ruler because they have a senate who can be replaced. They're an empire made of conquered people, so there's the risk that you could hurt an oppressed state.

But yeah, we're ready to go on another adventure. The boys are sticking together a little bit longer, and now we have to go meet up with Lincoln.

I wanted to get them on the road this chapter too, especially so that I could end with another really important Spirit scene, but I punted that off to the next chapter. Hopefully, the pacing for the next chapter won't be too weird.

And because the ending is different from what I had planned, I didn't know HOW to end things. Then I remembered how much you all liked dog imagery.

One last note: I love reading everyone's thoughts on the story, especially your thoughts on Warriors, Spirit, and Time. I am amazed by how many different takes I have seen. There is no one out there who is thinking the same thing.

On one hand, that's terrifying for me. When I was younger, I was really into the idea that a successful story left every reader thinking the same thing. The part of me that is forever 20 years old is scared shitless that someone is going to have a bad take and get mad at me for it.

The part of me that is older and somewhat wiser wants all of these polarizing opinions. Every reader brings their own experiences to the table, and I want to see everyone reaching their own conclusions about the characters. I love this. I relish in every ask, reply, or AO3 comment. I love your mini-essays and note taking. I love knowing what everyone thinks.

So, yeah. I just wanted to take a moment to reflect on that. Things are a little terrifying, but they have to be in order to be exciting as well.

[wheretheharekissesthefox]

Tav’s sex parade – Chapter 9: Doing it like nature intended (Halsin x Tav)

(Warning: graphic description of sex, smut, doggy-style, feels)

Notes:

Karlach’s and Wyll’s faith and Tav’s promise to them are based on one of my other fics.

As always, I'm a sucker for names and their meanings.

Mair: star of the sea (considered a Welsh diminutive of Mary)

Halgren: Swedish, 'hall' = 'rock' & 'gren' = 'branch'

Tav was delighted when she returned from her little trip across Northern Faerûn and found Halsin in Gale's living room, sunbathing with the pets. Gale cooked for them and over dinner, Tav and Halsin talked about their individual journeys.

Afterwards, freshly bathed, Tav and Halsin spent some quality time together. The druid was an attentive lover, eating her out enthusiastically, before flipping her around and entering her. Of course, doggy-style was his favourite position.

"It's what all animals do, thus, we should be allowed to enjoy it too. Just like nature intended," he'd told her a long time ago.

And Halsin was good at it. Really good.

Moaning, Tav threw her head back and arched her spine.

"You're a beautiful sight," Halsin panted into her ear. "Wild and lost in pleasure."

The bard whimpered. Then, her arms gave out and she dropped forwards, with her face down in the sheets and her ass up like an animal. Halsin moaned, following her movement, and pressed his chest flush against her back. He covered her hands with his and they intertwined their fingers. The change of their position wasn't helpful and Tav sobbed in desperation, being penetrated deeper and teetering on the edge. The druid groaned right into her ear and licked her neck.

"You taste divine, my heart."

Moaning, Tav linked her calves behind his knees and pushed herself closer to him. Halsin groaned and his hips stuttered.

"Yes. oh... yes..." whined the bard, drooling all over the sheets.

The wood elf gave one last hard thrust before he climaxed, spilling into her. His teeth scraped over the back of her neck as if he wanted to bite her there. As if to leave a mating bite like an actual bear. Tav shook.

"Do it, love. Leave your mark on me, for the entire world to see."

Halsin moaned gutturally and licked the nape of her neck again, but didn't bite. Tav stretched her legs and slumped into the mattress, consequently pulling the druid with her. All the air in her lungs left her in a gasp as her partner landed on top of her with his full weight. Halsin groaned and circled his hips even though his erection was flagging. He rolled them slightly sideways and let go of one of Tav's hands in favour of sliding his own down her front until he reached her public mound. There, he started to draw circles, making the bard gasp and buck her hips. She climaxed shortly after, with her head thrown back and Halsin's tongue in her ear.

"Fuck," she groaned. "Oh, fuck..."

The wood elf chuckled and licked his fingers clean.

"I love the taste of you. Of all of you; your skin, your sweat, your womanhood. I can't get enough."

"Charmer," Tav snickered, reached behind her and sunk her free hand into his hair.

They shared a kiss in this uncomfortable position before Halsin pulled out so that the bard could turn around. They faced each other and Tav threw a leg over the druid's hip.

"So... Mirabar. Tell me about your adventures there which were too inappropriate for the dinner table."

Halsin chuckled delighted.

"Mirabar, the mining city of dwarves... you can guess the rest."

"I can, but I want you to tell me what you did – and with whom."

"You're filthy-minded, my heart."

The bard grinned.

"Of course! That's why you love me."

Halsin chuckled again while running his fingers through her short hair.

"There's snow up there already, thus, I sought shelter in a tavern and ate some pork roast. The mood was cheery, there were musicians and dancing people everywhere, and then... a dwarven couple approached me. Mair and Halgren. They invited me for a drink and then their bedroom, telling me they wanted to climb me like a mountain."

Tav snickered and snuggled up closer to him.

"Seems like Shadowheart's not the only one calling you 'Mount Halsin', hm?"

The addressed coughed, slightly flustered.

"Well, you can guess the rest."

"I don't want to guess, love. I want you to tell me, in detail, what that lovely dwarven couple did to you."

Halsin cleared his throat and answered: "They led me to their house and into their bed chamber. We stripped and they both rode me. Then, they told me to turn around and while I ate Mair out, Halgren mated me. He had an impressive girth for such a small men."

Tav bit back a laugh when she saw her partner chew his bottom lip with a dreamy expression on his face.

"And then?"

"Then, hm... Then, Mair mated me too. Afterwards, they fell asleep on top of me, and the next morning, they made me breakfast before I left."

"Aww, how sweet."

"It was, yes."

"In other words; you had a lovely time in Mirabar."

"I did. But I wasn't there for pleasure. I asked around if anyone knew how to fix an Infernal engine. Unfortunately, they don't know more than we do. Told me one needs Infernal metal, but we know that already."

Halsin sighed deeply, sounding tired.

"I'm worried about Karlach. Staying in Avernus won't be good for her mental health."

"I know, but we're working on it, aren't we?" Tav replied softly and kissed him.

"Mhm."

"We'll find a solution," the bard told the druid. "We just need to keep looking for answers. We'll get Karlach and Wyll out of the Hells. Don't worry, love."

She kissed him again and Halsin reciprocated it eagerly.

"I missed you, my heart," he confessed and Tav smiled at him.

"I missed you too, Halsin."

[littlelesbinonny]

The Devil's Den

Chapter 26: In Which Soft Turns Sharp

You can read this also on Ao3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46831621/chapters/117962293

"I have been in IT for years and I've never once actually seen this happen."

"How does this even happen?"

"It blew up, literally."

"Yo! That's uh... that's a mess."

You were currently standing in the middle of a category 5 disaster. The bottom half of your pants and all of your shoes were completely black; powder-coated by your lovely office printer you were just having words with.

Toner was spewed all over the ugly grey carpet like the remanence of a cartoon explosion. The coworkers and IT tech were standing around amused and befuddled by the whole thing.

Jeff nudged your arm with a giant grin on his face, "did you at least say 'bless you'?"

You wanted to groan.

"No, really though..." Jade, the IT guy asked, "what were you doing again before this happened?"

Another exasperated sigh.

"I've been having communication issues all morning with it and my computer, so after I got sick of trying to repair the connection through my server I came back here to see if perhaps the ethernet was disconnected. It wasn't. Then I was going to get into the settings to see if there was something wrong there, but the screen went all blinky and wobbly, then the fucker shit itself. That's it."

Kind of.

You left out the part where you grabbed the sides of the operating screen in a threat to rip it off it's hinges, then it exploded.

Jade mused on your explanation one more time while the other two morons were drawing finger pictures on the side of the printer with toner.

"Ok - as exciting as this is I'm gunna go and see if I can save my shoes from being stained forever. Bye."

With a huff you kicked off as much toner as you could and immediately headed out the door.

In truth technology had been acting really funky the past few days. First your phone started acting up; the screen would randomly black out while you were using it (the thing was barely a year old so you hoped it wasn't frying already), the location changed on you twice (once it threw you to Paris, the second time to Idaho), and getting your keyboard to work properly was an entire fight all on it's own. You finally turned it off for a couple hours and it seemed to help a little. Then, the clock on your desk started sucking batteries to death. Twice this week you had to change them to keep the damn thing correct. Your work computer had had a couple hiccups and now the printer. Was Mercury in fucking retrograde or some shit???

You didn't bother to tell your boss you were leaving and left the building without saying anything to anyone.

8 days had gone by without Alcina and you were missing her so badly. The bouts of unusual aggression were sporadic and it really wasn't like you, but you just weren't used to such strong feelings about someone and it must be making you a little weird. You guess.

A calmer energy seemed to be following you now but it didn't completely phase out the worry or aggravation. You began to feel better overall since the random muscle attack in your back which helped ease a lot of your tension, but still, you couldn't help but... wonder. You didn't know where she was but somehow she felt closer. You hoped she would be back soon. Sooner than later.

Suddenly your phone began to ring and you reached for it out of your bag.

It was Louis.

"Heyyy man, what's up?"

"I got you another cassette my friend; Miss D and the Pallboys in a rare recording done at a live event - interested?"

"What kind of question is that; hell yes I am - I'll be there in half an hour!"

"See you soon."

Ok, today was not a total bust.

-

The mirror was not as kind today as she was hoping.

Alcina looked at her naked body with a twinge of scrutiny.

She'd gone through all of this with no fruits for her labor. 

After Dmitri and her troops arrived 5 days ago the trail of evidence and any leads went dead. It had gone completely silent. No more attacks, no more sightings, not even a hint of action. While everyone was relieved it didn't sit well with anyone, but what were they to do? They'd scoured every inch of the territory through the sector where everything had taken place, and miles around that. 

Nothing. Anywhere.

The 'cave' itself proved pointless; it was caved in not a thousand feet from the entrance. Still, no one was convinced this was over and Alcina agreed. Dmitri and Sylvia kept several outposts active and would continue to do so for as long as they deemed fit.

The deceased mutated vampire lay in the bin hollowing out with nothing more of interest to study it seemed. No bugs, no worms, nothing exited his body to help Joel in his quest to understand him. His tests came up with very little information outside of a strange anomaly in the dead blood he'd collected, however it was nothing he had seen and without a live sample of possibly another mutated specimen he was hitting a dead end as well. How could he research a dead, dying crumb of evidence? Oddly though, when they put his body out to disintegrate in the sun, he didn't crumble to pure ash as he should have. His bones remained slightly in tact, which Joel collected to see if that could lead him anywhere instead.

Mother Miranda had finally been reached; she had indeed been on travel to Romania which is where Donna was finally able to speak with her. Her reaction was... limited at best. Unconcerned and satisfied they had it under control. Donna was unamused by her stance and Alcina couldn't have scoffed harder at her dismissal. She was nothing if not flippant unless it directly concerned her these days. She could rot in hell or Romania for all Alcina cared.

The suspiciousness of the ordeal had everyone who was aware remaining on high alert. This was far from over and neither clan was backing down from their posts to make sure whatever, if ever, something came next, they'd be more than prepared.

Thankfully no word had seeped into the underground and everything was carrying on as normal it seemed.

Alcina had returned home yesterday and was getting ready for a good nights rest in her own bed where it was quiet, and private.

Well, a little.

Donning her nightgown she clicked off the light to her bathroom and exited.

"Ai dormit pe partea asta aseară, e rândul meu," Daniela stated flatly. (You slept on this side last night, it's my turn)

"Conteaza? Încă dormi lângă mama," Cassandra replied, "sunt două laturi, poate s-o lase pe Bela să doarmă lângă ea în seara asta.." (Does it matter? You're still sleeping next to mother, there's two sides, maybe let Bela sleep next to her tonight.)

Bela sighed as she situated at the end of the very large king size bed, "e în regulă, sunt bine aici jos. Atâta timp cât suntem cu toții împreună, nu-mi pasă." (It's fine, I'm fine down here. As long as we're all together I don't care.)

"Dani este doar un nebun, vino să dormi aici." (Dani is just being a brat, you come sleep up here.)

"Nu sunt un nebun!" (I'm not being a brat!)

"Fetelor..." Alcina intervened as she approached softly, "într-adevăr acum, am destul pat și timp și cu mine să merg. Vă rugăm să încetați să vă certați." (Girls... really now, there's plenty of bed and time and me to go around. Please stop bickering.)

They smiled at her as she began crawling under the covers with them, nestling down with a smile of her own.

When Alcina returned home she hadn't had a moments peace since she walked through the door. Her daughters had warm blood waiting for her, not the wine, and tended to her every unspoken need. Which, they apparently seemed to make for her by the dozens. Donna had of course informed them of her attack and they were more fretful than she at the news. It was only expected they would be exceptionally doting to their beloved mother when she arrived home. They had nearly lost her once, many many years ago and the memories were still fresh and vivid in their hearts. The bond the 4 of them shared was deeply rooted and strong; Alcina may not be their biological mother in the human sense, but she was their rock and anchor, their protector and very much the loving, nurturing, caring and doting mother figure. While the girls were quite old as far as human standards go, somehow deep inside of them was still a childlike need and fondness with Alcina.

Cassandra had run her a bath, Bela washed the clothes Dani had packed and sent with Dmitri for her, Dani continued to bring warm blood on the hour and while the house was never truly a mess, it was spotless. Spot. Less. Alcina couldn't help but grin at their attentiveness. She jested perhaps she should get wounded more often... they didn't find it humorous in the least.

"Acum, fiicele mele... noapte bună, vă iubesc, dormiți bine," she cooed, caressing their beautiful faces one by one. (Now, my daughters... goodnight, I love you, sleep well.)

Exchanging kisses to the cheek they settled in, snuggling close to their mother as the silence of the room seeped in.

Cassandra, now on the right side of Alcina, caressed her arm softly, "esti bine mama?" (You're alright, mother?)

Alcina smiled, "da, draga. Dormi. Sunt acasă, în siguranță cu fetele mele. Totul este în regulă în lume," she whispered and kissed her forehead once more. (Yes, darling. Sleep. I'm home, safe and sound with my girls. All is right in the world.)

She felt complete. 

Almost.

She missed you. She needed you.

Tomorrow she would venture out to see you. She couldn't stand the distance from you any longer.

-

"More goodies for the pests, ey?"

You gave Malka a raised eyebrow as she scanned the bag of mixed nuts and dried berries.

"Those pests were here waaay before us, it's not their fault we moved in on their territory."

Malka broke her stern visage and smiled brightly at you, "yes yes, good good, you have a Yiddishe Kop my girl."

Malka was an old Jewish woman who ran and owned the tiny corner store a couple blocks from your apartment. It was your favorite place to get groceries and oddities. The produce was always fresh and she was constantly stocking the shelves with fun, niche little snacks from all over Europe and her home in the Netherlands. She'd adopted you as the neighborhood stray long ago and you happily claimed her as your long lost Bubbeh - her chosen term. She was small but a pure spitfire. Her hair was long and white with fading pepper streaks that she wore in a braided bun high on her head. Malka was a darling.

"I still think you should ween them off the dried fruit and give them fresh - it's good for the soul, you know," she advised knowingly.

You chuckled, "they like what they like, who am I to argue? Getting them off the pastries was hard enough!"

She placed the last of your things in your tweed bag and handed it over to you, "my pastries were the cause of several village wars, I'll have you know."

"Yes, yes, I know Sophia Petrillo. I doubt I'll ever see another twenty dropped on my doorstep until I treat them again."

"Ahaha," she cackled, "off with you now, enjoy your evening and give my best to the birds. Tell them Bubbeh wants a twenty dollar bill too next time."

By the time you made it to your block you caught their shadows overhead as they swarmed and landed in the trees in the courtyard. You smiled and treaded around back to the grass and benches on the other side. They followed with happy caws and grunts and coos.

You sat on the bench and watched them gracefully land at your feet as you opened the bag and began divvying out the goods.

You still couldn't tell them all apart yet but there was a considerably bigger one and a runt that stuck out the most. The smallest was easily the most vocal and it was skittish. The biggest one was very regal but had a playful side, you'd noticed. He, or she, would play with the baby squirrels in the neighboring tree, almost a game of tag, it was quite amusing to watch.

The gathering usually gave you odd looks from the passerby's but you got used to ignoring it. So you had a tiny army of crows, so what? 

Without giving away the whole bag you watched them trek around the grounds for a while enjoying the falling evening. It was getting a little cooler now, autumn was around the corner. Every season in New York was pretty, except winter. Winter could fuck all the way off in your opinion. 

You sighed. As the darkness shifted the hue in the sky your heart silently wished upon the universe that your Alcina was safe and would be back in your arms before too long. 9 days was a really, really long time at this point.

~

There was no way to accurately describe the sensation that coated you like warm molasses; it was slow in enveloping you and you became light headed, a fuzzy heat trickled through your system and your limbs felt numb and tingly. A smile erupted on your face and you instantly knew this feeling.

In a split second you were off your couch and headed for your room.

There creeping through your doorway was that tall black silhouette you longed and craved to see and touch for 9 too long goddamn days.

"Alcina," you whimpered as you ran to her and collected her in your arms.

She sighed long and heavy as her own strong arms enfolded you with haste. Your scent wafted through her sweeter than a summer breeze offering reprieve from the hot sun and she drove her nose deep in your hair.

"Oh... how I've missed you, draga mea," she whispered near your ear, feeling her own relief and satiation of having you back within her grasp, "I have missed you so much."

"I've missed you so much," your muffled reply came as you slowly inched your face around to claim her lips.

The two of you moaned softly and satisfyingly at the connection. Yes. This felt like home, this felt too good to be lost for so long.

Alcina carefully grasped your face in her cool hands, which you noticed were slightly trembling, and you looked deep into her stumbling slate colored eyes. Pools of ethereal eternity. Somewhere you wanted to be for the rest of your days.

"Hi beautiful," you smiled.

"Hello, dragul meu," she smiled right back.

You snaked your arms back around her torso and clung to her like she might slip away again. Not today Satan, not to-fucking-day.

Although, there was something amiss. Something not quite right. You weren't completely sure what it was but somehow your hands began to pull higher up her back where you found, under her leather jacket, an unnatural heat. And raised ridges of... something.

Alcina hitched as your hands splayed over her wounds and grabbed for your arms and pulled you away. The concern and confusion was not hidden on your face and she sighed, forced a smile and hoped there could have been at least an hour pass before this came to light.

Feeling the hesitation peel off her like layers of a wilted rose you stepped in a little closer to her, taking her hands in yours.

You could throw the thoughts of her absence dealing with something dangerous out the window all you'd like; they would return like a handful of sand to the wind and back in your eyes every time. You knew. You knew.

With a short breath you swallowed your worry, "I know you can't tell me everything, or maybe anything at all for that matter, but... what did I just feel?"

Exasperation was now the most common emotion she was friends with these days. Alcina didn't know how to tell you. It wasn't as if she could hide this forever. But she wanted to. Her healing was so slow - they should be gone by now, but they weren't, and she didn't want to be away from you any longer. Somehow this made her feel too vulnerable to you, a desperation to keep it locked away and never let you into this dark corner of her world.

"Draga..." she started, tossing her eyes away from you.

This was not something you would receive well, in fact she feared for how it would affect you period. How was she supposed to just brush this off as a; 'well, you see draga mea, I was attacked by a mutated vampire that nearly killed me and more lycans than I care to count, that may or may not have many other mates running loose that we can't find, and truly that's just where the story ends for the moment,' and expect you to have a normal reaction. And, at the same time, how could she just say; 'I can't tell you what happened and I'm sorry you have to look at these scars that looks like I fought 8 meet hooks, you'll just have to accept that,' and move on.

Alcina's pause made you lean in closer. You understood the barrage of thoughts you couldn't hear her fighting all too well, so, softly and carefully, you began to remove her jacket and moved to her tight black turtleneck.

Her body immediately tensed and an anxiousness wrapped around her, but what was she to do. 

Well, here we go, Alcina thought.

She allowed you to continue and it actually surprised you. You half expected her to grab for your arms again and immobilize your efforts, but she didn't.

As you stood behind her and lifted the soft cloth, the sight that assaulted your eyes sunk your heart to the pits of your stomach like a deflated lead balloon.

Did you gasp? No clue. But you felt ice shoot through your veins at the sight.

"My god..." you whispered, "Alcina... what - who did this to you?"

Your fingers were so gentle as they passed over the raised dark purple scars Alcina almost buckled. The caress didn't hurt but it felt like little sparks of electricity passing through her. Somehow your touch was the most soothing thing she'd felt so far in her healing, or, maybe, she was just starving for your touch more than she had been aware.

As your eyes wandered you could now see in the dim light that there were fully healed scars all over her. All in swipes of 4, like sets of claws. Eventually you just removed the turtleneck all together and rounded her to look back into her eyes. She wasn't completely dodging your glance, but she wasn't seeking it out either.

You tried to choke out more questions as you softly trailed your fingers over her arms, chest, and abdomen. What was there to say, how were you to say it? Suddenly another rushing wave of icy water pelted over you as the memories of that night you had your little 'muscle attack' just about drowned you. 

Did you feel this happen to her? 

Who or what could have done this? Was the war between vampires and lycans returning?

Your visage torqued the twinge in Alcina's heart. You were so concerned, plighted by a tied tongue. But also, something else. Alcina gently reached out to cup your jaw and offer a soft smile. Truth be told she didn't know what to say either. She didn't want to answer your question. 

In your short lived elation to see her you were unable to address the tiredness about her, but now you saw it loud and clear. Her eyes lacked the sparkle of light, her skin looked worn, her lips, thinner, her trembling hands alone should have told you how lacking her energy was.

Taking her beautiful long fingers to your lips you kissed them gently, repeatedly, locking her eyes with yours as you then began to move your hair away from your neck.

Alcina grabbed you up in her arms and held you, "dragul meu, please, I didn't come here to feed off you -"

"I know you didn't but you're depleted, I can tell," you shut down her argument softly, "please, drink," you urged, "I don't like seeing you like this. Please... I want you to."

She didn't budge.

Stubborn ass.

Accepting her refusal you secured your arms even more tightly around her bare torso and held her back. She may have won for now but you would give her your blood before she left, you wouldn't have it any other way. Softly you began pressing your warm lips against her bare collarbone and kissing her cool skin with revered tenderness.

Alcina closed her eyes and leaned into you, feeling you against her seemed to bring down all the pillars of worry and concern around her. But you, your offer, it panged her with guilt and remorse.

Pressing her lips to the shell of your ear she whispered softly, "you are not for my consumption, draga mea, you are more to me than what I think you realize and it pains me to think if I have lead you astray in that... you are not for the taking, for use, for simply delectable taste and pleasure. I love you, I never want you to feel less than my equal, for all sense and purpose of our differences."

You sighed.

"You big dummy," you muttered, pulling back to look into her eyes once more, "I love you too, I love you so much... you're my vampire and I'm your human; I belong to you because I want to. I'm not offering my blood out of - fuck, I don't know - pressure, duty, some form of guilt - no! I love you, I want you to feed because I want to take care of you, because I don't want to see you drained and weak, because your wellbeing is not only my job as your lover but my honor. You're a mighty Matriarch. You fight battles and command armies and rule over a literal underground city of vampires and lycans. I am a chaotic, dysfunctional, boring as fuck but loving human who was just lucky enough to be chosen by you - I can't offer you much, literally, I have like nothing of real value... but you've got my love, my dedication, my heart and blood and whatever else you want or need, ok?"

What have I done to deserve you? Alcina mused in the silence. You were the unintended enigma that was never-ending.

Carefully tracing her fingertips along the outlines of your face, Alcina leaned in gracefully to kiss you. Each caress of your lips together grew a little deeper and a little deeper, everything outside of this room ceasing to exist as she was once again back in the safest place she could ever imagine. Your arms. Your embrace. Your love.

Feeling the inevitable plume of heat deep inside of you, gorging yourself on everything that was this glorious woman, you urged and silently begged for her bite; pressing your body so close into hers, pulling her as near as possible, arching your neck as your lips escaped to graze her jawline. And then you felt the shudder within her; the release of the tiger that was prowling for blood with no need to chase.

Her teeth were sharp and precise and the painful pleasure coursed through you like your blood into her. Bliss, euphoric release; a chaotic intertwining of black and white, up and down, hot and cold.

As the sensation of heat poured down her throat, Alcina groaned out her long-awaited desire to taste you again. Your blood fed fuel to her fire like nothing else in this world, but within the rush this time something else was taking place. Her body began to burn. Her senses thrown into a frenzy. The striking, piercing sensation of an itch so violently unable to scratch tore through her and she ripped her mouth away from your neck with a pained wail.

Alcina's knees buckled and she fell to the floor with a thud.

[axailslink]

I know it's late (so sorry) I just had this idea, riri lettinint reader sit on her lap and do her makeup? Like that's so cute

Don't fuck me up

Riri Williams x poc FEM reader

Summary:

Snippet from the fic: “ "Riri if you fuck me up before we go out tonight I'm going to kill you." You feel a soft peck on your lips...”

It's your birthday so what are you going to do? Turn the fuck up well... When you finish your eyeliner which you are currently having the most challenging time with right now. You kick your feet in defeat as you plop on the bed your girlfriend may have noticed your struggle about five minutes ago however she would rather wait for you to give up and ask for help than try to help your before and get cursed out. "You admit defeat?" She asks out of curiosity while straddling your lap you nod with closed eyes "yeah I give up because why can't it just be straight?" She laughs as she gently rubs your sore eyes "how many times have you wiped this makeup off? Maybe you should go without it" you glare at her because everything that just came out of her mouth sounded absolutely ridiculous to you "no makeup? With this outfit?" You scoff and roll your eyes but Riri immediately snaps at you "who are you rolling your eyes at?" You smile loving how she hates the attitude you're so used to giving her. "Who else?" She smiles as she grabs the eyeliner off the bed and glances at your face "I got you ma let me do it." You let out another scoff "Riri you don't know shit about makeup or steady hands."

Riri raises a brow "I'm pretty sure my hands are very steady" you hear the eyeliner opening causing you to immediately close your eyes but then you scrunch your face up realizing she said nothing to your you don't know shit about makeup commentary. You'd be right Riri knows absolutely nothing about makeup she prefers to rarely wear it herself. She says her skin is too sensitive or she'll ask "why paint over something that's already perfect?" "Riri if you fuck me up before we go out tonight I'm going to kill you." You feel a soft peck on your lips and you smile "what have I told you about fake kisses?" You mumble as she's only lifting herself about an inch away from your face still close enough to go for another kiss which she does without hesitation realizing you're upset with the last one you just shared. This kiss though makes her forget what she was doing as she's tossed the liquid eyeliner to the side forgetting its open state as your hand wraps around her waist.

You're the first to come back to when you've realized you're still late to your own birthday celebration and feel a cold liquid running down your arm you're quick to jump and grab the eyeliner causing Riri to laugh "damnit Riri what if we ain't got no more?" Riri grabs the tiny bottle from you closes it and shakes it "nah there's some more in there did it gets on the sheets?" You roll your eyes hard this time so hard they could get stuck "no only on my arm girl we've got five minutes before I cancel my own party." You're so serious and Riri knows it so she finally gets to work on your eyeliner carefully touching parts of your face with her cold hands. You're as still as a rock hoping she doesn't fuck you up because she's truthfully only going off of what she's seen you do time and time again.

"So before I draw this wing what are you feeling with this outfit? Bold? Cat eye?" You can't help but smile knowing that Riri knows a few of your go-tos but you want to really test her. "Smudged" you can't see it but you can feel it in her hesitant actions she's not sure what you're talking about. "You mean the one that you do before you do a smokey eye?" Now you're suspicious cause how the fuck does she know that? "You got another girlfriend or something?" That catches Riri off guard for a moment causing her hand to pause as she grabs your eyeliner pencil off the nightstand. "No, why would you think that?" You shrug "because you know a little too much to not do your own makeup" Riri continues now gently keeping your head pushed up with her index finger and middle finger. "You take about thirty minutes every morning doing your makeup I watch in case stuff like this happens." Riri closes both eyeliners as she sits back and takes sight of her work. "Damn I should do this stuff professionally," she says as she slowly climbs off your lap and onto the bed.

You love it when she's sitting on your lap and keeping you warm but you are so glad she's no longer on your lap. One, you can see how bad she may have fucked you up and two, you need to wash the dried liquid eyeliner off of your arm.

When you walk into the bathroom you're surprised to say the least because you're not completely fucked up it's not the way you would have done it but she definitely didn't do you bad. "So what you think?" Riri walks into the bathroom and places her head on your back as she hugs you from behind bringing an instant smile to your face. "You should do my eyeliner like that more often" Riri nods "the whole smudged look?" You shake your head "no the whole sitting on my lap and gently caressing my face." You look at her through the mirror and she's not able to hide her smile from you for too long. "Aight aight come on" she smiles and walks out of the bathroom going to get your pin which already has a good hot girl forty from your mom. Riri adds a few more twenties where'd she get them from? Saving she wouldn't let you walk around with no empty birthday pin.

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[anki-of-beleriand]

Midnight meeting pt.10

Summary: You have been under house arrest in the Avenger´s compound since arriving to that universe, then in a single night your world changes while meeting the newest addition to the team.

Pairing: WandaxFemale!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Nat/Reader. Female!ReaderxWanda Maximoff. Angst, drama, unrequited/requited love. Depression. Fluff. Jealousy. Suggestive themes. Mentions of sex. Top!Reader. Avenger!Reader. Just a love triangle that can have a surprising resolution. Magical!Reader. Swear words. Mentions of violence. Mentios of sex, light smut. Alcohol and alcohol consumption. Minors be aware. Someone getting drunk. Someone trying to get adventage of people being drunk. Fluff. SUPER dupper fluff and sweet.

Author's Note: So, this is my first try to a Wanda/Reader story and I'm nervous and this has not been betaed and English is not my mother tongue, so I apologise beforehand.

So, next chapter would be the last one, and I really hope you guys like this one. This is finally the conversation they should have a long time ago.

Words: 6,897

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Epilogue

Part 10 - Be my girl

In the morning you found yourself looking deeply into green eyes.

The intensity of her stare made your breath hitched in your throat, your heart skipped a beat at the sight of Wanda flustered and sleepy offering the most breath-taking smile she could so early in the morning with signs of hangover. Without thinking too much about it, your hand brushed against her cheek your lips curling in a mirroring smile.

“Good morning, Little Witch.” You whispered the young woman leaning into your touch. “How are you feeling?”

Wanda placed her hand on top of yours, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment.

“Like hell.” Was all she said and you held back your laughter, though your eyes gleamed with amusement.

“I can imagine.” You hesitated for a moment thinking over your options, you didn’t know what time it was but you knew it was late. “What do you say if we take a bath, then go to grab something to eat and then we decided what else we want to do.”

“We take a bath? As in together?” Wanda lifted an eyebrow shooting you a strange glance, you opened your eyes flustered shaking your head.

“No! I mean you here and then me in my room, separately, you and I but different baths…right.”

Wanda giggled wincing when the action made her head bounced painfully, you turned away mortified though your lips curled in a single smile.

“That was mean.”

“That was funny, though…” Wanda took a playful finger to draw patterns on your arm. “At some point, I wouldn’t be opposed to the idea…”

You tensed clenching your eyes shut, “fuck, Little Witch, I think we need to talk.”

Wanda nodded looking away from you, her cheeks colouring red and you knew she was thinking about the night before. With a plan already formed in your mind you smiled at her stretching out before standing up.

“Okay, then bath, breakfast and then an amazing, surprised plan?” You said excitedly bouncing on your feet with a huge grin on your face.

Wanda laid on the bed making a face, her hand going to her eyes, “how can you be so…so energetic? I saw you drink like a sailor!”

“Ah, that’s the mystery of life, dear…I was raised with that stuff so I had developed immunity to its aftereffects!” You chuckled trying to no speak to loud so the growing headache on the other woman wouldn’t affect her. “I’m going to get ready, here is a glass of water and some aspirin, take two and I see you in the kitchen in twenty minutes.”

You left before Wanda could say or do something, the room was left in a strange silence and Wanda took her arm off her face to stare at the ceiling. The effects of the alcohol were still present in her body, though she was thinking more about the events of the night before than on her hangover.

Wanda closed her eyes taking her fingertips to her lips, the memory of Y/N lips on hers, how they had danced together and shared a closeness Wanda never thought possible. She knew along the way; with all the shared time and conversations she had fallen in love with Y/N; but she was scared of what that could mean.

Wanda turned to her side, her eyes falling on the glass of water and the pills Y/N had left for her. The warmth Y/N left in her heart was something Wanda knew she could not extinguish, and she didn’t want to. With a sigh, she sat down determined to show Y/N that she was the woman she was looking for.

The music blasted through the kitchen speakers; you were in a good mood dancing around the place while getting lunch ready. The counter table was soon filled with fruit, tea, bread, and chicken soup you had made just to make sure that Wanda would have something to eat but that wouldn’t upset her stomach.

You had been lucky when you found the kitchen was empty, it was past midday which meant the rest of them had already have lunch and were probably lazing around the compound or at another location. The day was yours and Wanda’s.

“You look awfully happy today, Y/N.” You turned around startle only to find Tony leaning against the fridge, his eyes hidden behind his usual shades though his smile was one of pure amusement. “Did you have a good night, Agent Y/N? You look as someone who had a good night, I mean you’re making lunch an all.”

You didn’t miss the innuendo but you never changed your face, you leaned against the counter tilting your head to the man who stepped closer sitting down. His eyes are twinkling with merriment, but you just offered a wink at him going back to the bowls filled with fruit.

“I did have a good night, just not the kind you’re thinking of, Stark.” You couldn’t keep the happiness in your tone, Tony raised an eyebrow lowering his glasses down the bridge of his nose.

“Oh, do explain? You and Maximoff disappeared last night and then…you just woke up.” He chuckled at your flustered gaze.

“She got sick, too much to drink actually.” You explained shrugging, “I brought her home, she threw up some more and then put her to sleep. Nothing happened, really.”

“Ah, but Natasha went early to your room and you weren’t there, so…” Tony pressed further, this time around you stiffened at his words furrowing your brows at this.

“Tasha was there?” You pursed your lips and Tony didn’t miss your reaction.

“She was. I was looking for you and she offered to go for you but when she came,” Tony shrugged and you understood. “You weren’t there, and it wasn’t that hard for the rest to put two and two together.”

“Wanda asked me to stay with here.” You mumbled shifting uncomfortably, and Tony knew without a doubt that really nothing had happened.

You were far too noble, and sometimes innocent to do anything else. Besides, if you had said she was drunk, it was kind of obvious you wouldn’t make a move on her. The man leaned back observing you critically, something did happen though and there was a flash of guiltiness in your eyes when Tony had mentioned Natasha.

The game had ended, though. Natasha had stepped aside and well…now it was a matter of time before something changed between you and Wanda. 

“Anyway, your three-way with Romanoff and Maximoff aside,” Tony said you opened your mouth to retort but he just waved away your intervention. “I was looking for you for two things.”

“Oh, do tell me, what happened?” You asked furrowing your brows.

“I take you already spoke with Romanoff?” Tony asked all of a sudden, you put your hands inside your pockets pursing your lips.

“I did.” The memory of the conversation bringing memories you were not sure you wanted to keep. “We spoke and we are fine, but she just needs time.”

Tony nodded looking at you out of the corner of his eyes, “and have you spoken with Maximoff?”

“Last night was kinda difficult to do so with her being half drunk and then half sick.” You replied wryly, “but I plan to do so today.”

Tony was satisfied with your answer, he leaned back putting his arms in front of his body casually looking at the food you had organized while waiting for the brunette 

“I shouldn’t care, but I do.” He started making a face. “You are a good person, Y/N, and I know you have it hard, other world, getting here with powers, being a prisoner…you name it.”

“You trying to sell something?” Tony huffed and you just smirked at him.

“The thing is this is home now, and they…they considered you family.” Tony was really into his speech, and you knew he liked the sound of his voice but you had also seen glimpses of humanity in him. His heart was right where the Avengers and Pepper were. 

“I know, Tony.” You replied furrowing your brows, “I would never do anything to hurt them intentionally.”

“You will have to decide right now what you really want,” Tony blurted out shrugging, “at some point we will discover a way to send you to your dimension. And then, you will have to decide if you want to stay or to leave them broken-hearted. And really, I’m not into being the shoulder they will cry on because that’s not my style.”

“Obviously.” You replied dryly rolling your eyes.

“My point is don’t break their hearts.” Tony said firmly, with more authority and seriousness in his voice that you had ever heard from him. “They don’t deserve it. Whatever happens, you have to be sure that you won’t hurt anyone if you decide to leave.”

“You sound as if I was playing around just for the hell of it, Tony.” It was quite evident he had touched a nerve, and you were angered by his insinuation. “I would never do something so low…Look, what happened with Natasha was something I wasn’t expecting, and I am working to make it right with her. As for Wanda…"

You glanced at the table then back at the man, “Tony she is… everything. Even if there is a way to go back, I'll stay."

“You will?” Tony straightened up, raising an eyebrow at you with a know-it-all smirk.

You hesitated to look away, the man made a sound of approval. 

“Good answer, Y/N.” Tony clapped watching as you made a face shooting him a mocking glare.

“Of course I will, I couldn’t….I couldn’t leave. Not now, not ever.” You didn’t even waver when saying this, a contrast to the same conversation you had with the man months ago when you two were discussing the possibility of you going back to your world.

"I know everyone would be saddened to see you part, but Romanoff and Maximoff would be devastated." Tony commented with a hint of pride in his voice, his hand seeking something in the pocket of his jacket. You furrowed your brows when he showed you a set of black keys you knew pretty well.

“I know how much you like the car, and Pepper make me realize you really don’t have a transport while everyone here does.” He threw the keys to you, and you couldn’t keep the shock for showing off your face. “So, the car is yours.”

“Damn, Tony, really?” You glanced at the keys of the black Audi you had stolen the last couple of days, the man nodded before seeking on his pockets for something else.

“And these two, are for you and Wanda,” Tony explained putting two mobiles on the counter, one blue the other red. “They are custom made and will activate with your fingerprint and facial recognition.”

You approached the items grabbing the blue one in your hands, you found the spot to place your thumb and soon the phone ignited. You observed the screen and a scan light came right in to take the form of your face.

Hello, Agent Y/N, what can I do for you today?

“Impressive.” You commented looking at Tony who was looking seriously at you.

"Now onto the second thing I came to say," Tony took his shades off glancing at you. 

"These phones are only meant for the team, high security, untraceable, and impossible to hack.” He said smugly, you snorted rolling your eyes.

“Only you, Tony.” You examined the device critically eager to check what other things he had put in them. “So, only I can use my phone. Smart.”

"I know." Tony smirked then he dropped his smirk taking into a serious façade, "in your phone you will find an address, and a route to get there."

"An address?" Now you were curious, the device turned on and soon you located the map and the address along with directions to get there. 

"What you request a couple of weeks ago?” Tony continued. "It is done already; you can take her there today if you want to."

Your eyes opened in realization, you saw the name of the place and the exact location of the mausoleum. 

"You did it…” You mumbled shooting the man an unreadable stare. 

Tony shifted pressing his lips together, "I did. It wasn't easy, you owed me this huge favour…" 

He trailed off the moment you wrapped your arms around him. 

“Thank you, Tony.” You whispered. “I don’t know how to repay everything you have done for me.”

“No need, kiddo.” He replied before patting you on your shoulders and pushing you gently. “Now, I will leave you and Ms. Maximoff to your date or whatever is going on here. "

Tony walked out of the kitchen and you almost dropped the phone on your hand when the voice of Wanda reached your ears. 

“What was Tony talking about?"

“Wanda!" you stared at the young witch, her green eyes flickering around the table then centring on you.

"He just brought the phones, one for you and one for me, only for the team." You handled her the phone tilting your head to make sure you weren't missing anything in her appearance. 

"How are you feeling?" 

Wanda chewed on her lower lip; it was hard for her to control her blush when the memories of the night before assaulted her. 

"Better, the headache is not that bad now but I'm hungry and nauseated." Wanda crossed her arms holding back her pout when you chuckled. "Don't laugh!" 

“It's difficult not to do so, Little Witch." you softened your tone, your hand caressing her cheek. "hangover is the price of mixing up the amount of alcohol you mixed. Though, those cocktails were not your fault…" 

“Gods, don’t even remind me of that," Wanda turned away hiding her face from you. She shivered when you placed two fingers under her chin so she was looking back at you. 

"if I hadn't been so busy trying to make you stay with me I would have killed that asshole." The rage in your voice was evident, but there was also something else. Something Wanda was dying to ask. 

"Were you… jealous?" She asked timidly, you snorted leaning in your lips brushing against hers. 

"As jealous as you are of Natasha." 

And with that comment you closed the distance taking her lips in yours. 

The second kiss was as magical as the first one. 

It sent jolts of electricity all through your body, the softness of her lips against yours made for a slower and sensuous kiss. There was no rush behind your movements and you made sure to not touch Wanda anywhere else. It was only your lips, her face tilting in submission, her lips parting waiting for you to deepen in. 

You smiled backing off, your breathing laboured and your eyes taking in the flustered woman standing with her eyes close in front of you. 

"Let's eat something, and then I have a surprised for you.” You wrapped an arm around her waist kissing her on the cheek. 

Wanda fluttered her eyes open, her heart trembling with emotion. 

"Surprise?" You smirked at the trembling in her voice, she shot a mocking glare that was soon shadowed by the flush and bashful expression on her face. 

 "Like a date?" She asked softly. 

You thought about it, this was something that you doubted would be a happy event. You wouldn't call it a date, but it was something you had made for her because… you just wanted to see her happy, at ease. 

"No, not a date, Wanda." You said gently, Wanda looked away nodding. 

"Oh, okay I just…" 

"Wanda, this is a surprised for you." You tried to explain. "As of a date… I do have something planned for you. For us."

The young woman furrowed her brow confused, thought her lips curled in a content smile. 

"I think we should eat then, because I want my surprised and my date."

You couldn’t help it, you laughed shaking your head pressing a kiss on her forehead before going to set the table and served the food. In all this time, Wanda followed you with her eyes, her cheek resting on her hand happiness finally reaching out to her. 

Wanda fell asleep as soon as you left the compound.

You couldn't help but chuckle, she had been talking one moment and then fast asleep the next

with her face turned to you. 

God you were in so much trouble, you didn't even know how or when it happened. Why was it different to what you felt for Natasha? You had felt something for the spy, of that you didn’t have any doubt.

Wanda however made you melt right away, there was a waved of protectiveness and a will to just make her happy. To make sure she didn’t have to suffer ever again, she made you feel everything you hadn’t experienced before, the butterflies in your stomach, the fluttering of your heart, the thirst to have her near even if only to see her smile.

Yeah, you were pretty much fucked.

From day one your only goal had been to see this young woman happy. To erase the harshness of life, to help her find relief from her pain. 

And along the way you just… melted. 

Tony was right, but his worries were unnecessary. You had made your decision a long time ago, and you were not going back on that decision. 

You would stay, even if there was a remote possibility of travelling through the multiverse. 

One hour later Wanda stirred in her sleep. she blinked owlish at first, confused she set her eyes on you first before turning to the road and the window to her right. 

"Where are we?" She asked, watching closely the green of the grass, the outline of the trees. 

"We are almost there," you replied glancing down on the phone in your hand. "Our destination it's up that hill."

You pointed to a spot a few meters away from where you were driving, Wanda cocked her head leaning in to try and see where exactly you were taking her. 

"So, this is not a date?" She spoke with just a tinge of disappointment in her tone, you chuckled shrugging. 

"I mean… no, but it could be, I mean is not something I will think for my first date with you…" 

"Oh, so you thought about dating me before?" Wanda fixed her position on the seat, putting her legs up turning her body to face you.

You felt the warm on your cheeks, and you hated the fact you knew you were blushing. The other woman rested her head on the seat a playful smile on her face.

“I…well, yeah, sure…I did?” You wanted to hit yourself, really after being confident and aloof, you were now answering like a fucking teenager. Wanda giggled at this finding it quite adorable and surprising.

“When did you think about it? Last night?” Wanda pressed further trying to sound curious and innocent but it was quite evident she was eager to know your answer.

You snorted shaking your head, “No. But returning to your original question, this…I mean this could be a date, if you want to. It’s just…I thought of something differently. This surprise, is for you…and your family, Wanda.”

You could almost see as the whole atmosphere changed in a split second; whatever relaxation Wanda had felt moments ago was erased as soon as those words left your mouth. There was a flash of pain in those green eyes, and she straightened up on the chair with a frown. Soon she was trying to read the terrain around the car, the ground and the grass, the trees, the few people…the flowers…

“What…” The words tangled in her throat, with her lip quivering as she turned to you.

“I spoke with Tony, and we agreed that you and your family deserved better.” You said finally pulling to the side parking the car in front of a huge oak tree overseeing the rest of valley. 

You took a deep breath turning to Wanda and you saw the glistening of unshed tears in her eyes. 

“Tony found your parents.” You said carefully, “and Pietro was brought here as well.”

The tears rolled down her cheeks, and you wanted more than anything to wipe them away and crawl her in your arms to soothe her pain. But you didn’t. You waited for her, because at the moment she was just closing off, the pain she thought forgotten came back tenfold and the memories attacked her mind until she just wanted to hide from the world.

“You deserved this, Wanda. And I thought, this could help you with the pain you have been feeling ever since you got here.” You looked away to the white obelisk that was up the plateau. Then you turned back to Wanda.

“I’ll be out there, waiting for you. You can come when you are ready.” You said exiting the car, Wanda sat there trying to get a grip of herself. You opened the back door grabbing the two vases you had bought at the entrance of the cemetery.

The day was cold, but there was a glimpse of light coming from the sun right above your head. The wind travelled around the valley, and the lack of sound made it for this to be a peaceful place to be. 

You didn’t look at your watch to not know how long you had been there, waiting. 

But soon you caught the sound of a door closing and small, unsteady footsteps approaching. When you turned around your heart broke at the sight of such a broken-hearted expression on the young woman. Wanda took a look at the azaleas you had on your hand, her jaw clenched hesitating before she put her hand on your forearm.

“Ready?” You asked softly, and she just nodded, not trusting her voice at the moment.

Tony hadn’t been kidding when he said this was a private property he had acquired. There was not a single soul around, and everything either had the signature of Stark Industries or the Avengers. It had been fixed with solemnity and respect for the fallen, and right in the middle of the great plateau there was a small monument in the form of an obelisk. 

For the Fallen

For the Heroes

For the children

For the family

It was simple, yet you couldn’t help but smile sadly at the message. 

Wanda let out a gasp, you turned to her but she was a few feet away from you standing right in front of three tombstones. You watched as she trembled and soon knelt down with more tears coming down, with a sob leaving her lips just as she clenched her fist in anger holding back the pain she was feeling.

Then, without any warning she screamed letting out the rage, the pain, the suffering, and waves of red magic came out of her brushing against you and you understood right there that Wanda had been suffering alone. 

You clenched your jaw, looking away from her giving her the privacy she didn’t have when everything happened. Letting her mourn the way no one cared to do so. You hesitated before walking towards them, leaving the vases with the flowers in the space between tombstones. Then you stepped back and waited again.

Wanda had knelt right in front of Pietro’s tomb, you could see what Tony and Clint had done. 

Son. Brother. Avenger.

So far, the reality of the life you were living had not hit in the way it should. You knew in this world you were dead, and it was surreal because it was as if, in a way, you were immortal. You weren’t. And this right before you, were proof that at any moment you could die.

The young woman sobbed again, her hands on the ground as she tried to get a hold on her breathing. You hesitated, unsure if this was the moment you could approach her but your hesitation crumbled when Wanda turned to you.

“Please…” The words filled with so much pain and loneliness, you went right to her kneeling down and hugging her tightly against you.

You don’t know how long the both of you were like this, at some point you sat down and Wanda had crawled on your lap, her face hidden in the crook of your neck, your arms tight around her. 

“Why?” It was a mere whisper, but you could make it out trembling as her warmth breath caressed the cold skin on your neck.

You weren’t sure what she was referring to, you took a moment before answering for her.

“I guess life is not fair.” You snorted at your words, “you deserve better, Wanda. I wished things had been differently.”

“Me too.” She replied softly, her left hand sought out yours playing with your fingers. “I didn’t get a chance to say good-bye.”

You tensed knowing what she meant by that, you remembered the mess around you before you disappeared without saying good-bye or even knowing if your family was alive. You shook your thoughts glancing down at her.

“I know it’s not the same, Wands, and I don’t pretend to know or even to understand what you went through,” You spoke softly only for her, “but I guess…wherever they are they must be listening, even if they can’t come back you can say good-bye now.”

Wanda straightened up, she shivered missing the warmth your body was providing. At another time, with another person perhaps she would be mad at hearing that comment; you were different though. Everything was different with you.

“That’s why you brought them here?” She asked all of a sudden, you studied her expression for a moment before nodding.

“I think Pietro deserves a place amongst heroes.” You said firmly. “And your parents, deserve better. Where I come from, Wanda, this is as important as any other phase in our lives.”

You did what you did because you thought it was right, and in a way Wanda needed this closure. She didn’t get a funeral for her parents, and she certainly didn’t get one for Pietro. She also deserved this.

Your eyes flickered with a light of uncertainty, “I know this isn’t much, and it probably isn’t a real…relief for you but…”

Wanda softened at the sight of your uncertainty, of you thinking perhaps you did wrong or that the meaning behind the gesture was lost in translation. Wanda shook her head, straightened up grabbing your face in her hands, her eyes were red and puffy no more tears were capable of coming out as she had cried all she could. 

“You did more than enough.” She leaned in placing a tender kiss on your lips. “Thank you.”

You smiled weakly at her, your body burning at her closeness wanting nothing more than to be beside her and just exist wherever she was. Wanda offered a sad smile going back to her previous position.

“I can believe you and Stark did this.” She said again, your left hand brushing her hair while your other one wrapped comfortably around her waist.

“Me neither, I just wanted to have them close to you…and Tony, he is not that bad, you know?”

“I know.” She whispered. 

It was getting late, and the day was getting colder with a few drops of water falling around the both of you.

“This is a good first date.” Wanda mumbled tentatively, you tensed before letting out a laugh.

“Really?” You tilted your head to glance at her, Wanda nodded, lifting hers and you were so close you wished you could just dive in and take her lips on yours.

“Really.” She whispered, closing the gap between you and kissing you slowly.

When you parted you couldn’t help the happiness radiating off of you, and Wand broke into a tender smile. The drizzly was getting annoying, you flickered your hand to make sure Wanda and you were covered by a thin cloak of wind; Wanda chuckled turning to the three tombstones with a look of sadness but also resolution.

“Thank you, Y/N.” She whispered again shifting to stand up, you followed her and your breath hitched on your throat when she intertwined her hand with yours, you lifted it to your lips kissing her knuckles.

“Just for you, Little Witch.” 

Wanda offered a real smile; she faced the resting place of her brother and her parents. The whispered words came in sokovian, and you knew whatever it was she was saying it was the closing she was looking for.

You squeezed her hand, and Wanda glanced at you as you bowed your head to the tombstones.

“I promise you I will take care of her, even if that’s the last thing I do in this life or another.” You said in your mother tongue, before turning to the young woman.

“What was that?” She asked curiously, you winked at her.

“It’s a secret.” Wanda chuckled turning away, holding your hand tightly keeping you close to her.

She didn’t let go of your hand, not even after getting into the car and driving down the road to the exit. You couldn’t help the smile playing on your lips, and Wanda was far too distracted to notice though she made sure, every once in a while, to squeeze your hand tenderly. 

“Do we have to go back right now?” She asked all of a sudden, you furrowed your brows shaking your head. 

“Not really, want to do something else?” The young woman nodded pursing her lips, her brows coming together thoughtfully.

“I don’t know what we can do, I just…” Wanda trailed off, and you were highly interested in what she was thinking when, out of the rear-view mirror you could see the soft blush on her face, the bashfulness behind her chewing on her lower lip.

You squeezed her hand reassuringly, smiling a little.

“Go on, we can do whatever you want.”

Wanda lowered her gaze, but the smile that showed on her face was something you wanted to make permanent.

“I want to be with you, alone.” As soon as those words left her mouth your grip on her hand tightened, your eyes opened wide and you almost lost control of the car.

“What?!” You squealed, clearing your throat to have your emotions in check, “I mean, what?”

Wanda opened her eyes wide, shaking her head, this time around her blush spread all over her face and neck shaking her head.

“No! I mean…Not like…I just…I didn’t mean like alone…” She started and you nodded, pressing your lips tight.

“Of course, I know…not…. I mean you…and we just…” 

Jesus! You were sounding like a fucking idiot!

Wanda winced when you let go of her hand, and she lifted a hand to her forehead trying to seek out the words she needed to say just as her tongue tangled around her accent and her language.

“No, I mean…sometime perhaps, I wouldn’t mind if we are alone, and you…Look I just…” 

“Jesus,” you all but whispered before putting the car out of the road and parking. 

Wanda clenched her mouth shut, mortified she looked away from you when she noticed you grasped the wheel tightly. You let out a sigh shaking your head before laughing; Wanda turned sharply to you slightly annoyed, slightly confused. She crossed her arms waiting for you to calm down. 

“What is so funny?” She finally asked rolling her eyes, each word dripping strongly and you couldn’t help another fit of giggles before straightened up and facing Wanda.

“Little Witch, I didn’t know you had such a naughty mind.” Your words had the desired effect, she was complete flustered shaking her head while glaring at you.

“I do not!” She slapped you on your arm looking away not being able to hold your gaze.

You took a deep breath calming down, “Are you sure? Because that comment…”

“If anything, the dirty mind is yours, you were the first one to react to my comment.” She retorted and the grin on her face was one of triumph when this time around it was you the one who was blushing.

“Right. No more teasing.” You mumbled looking up ahead to the darkening sky, “So, we don’t want to go back to the compound, and you want us to be alone?”

“Yes, just…” Wanda shrugged, enjoying how relaxed everything seemed around her. 

“I know.” You nodded in understanding. “I may know the right spot for this, but I think we need food and something to drink.”

“That sounds good.” Wanda shared a smile with you, you offered your hand to her and fixed your position on the seat.

“So, shall we go?” Wanda grabbed your hand again, her eyes closing comfortably just as you started the car again.

Wanda watched mesmerised as you manipulated the water on top of the hood of the car, you made sure it was not only dry but also warm, patting the metal with your hand.

“There, all done.” You climbed up, setting down and helping Wanda so she could sit beside you.

“I still can’t believe you can manipulate those elements so easily.” The young woman said bringing the food with her own magic, giving you the sandwich, you had bought while she grabbed the salad.

“It’s easy. I can’t believe you can do such simple things with your own magic.”

Wanda smiled cheekily at you, “It’s easy.”

Night had already fallen; the rain had stopped a couple of hours ago and right now the sky was completely clear. Not many stars, the lights of the city were still reflecting into the night sky, but you could spot some of them twinkling from time to time.

“Pietro would have fought you over whenever he got the chance.” Wanda started talking, you turned to her to see this time around the sadness was filled with nostalgia and wistfulness. “From day one.”

You chuckled tilting your head, “really? Why? I am not…I mean, if he had been here I wouldn’t be more than a prisoner back in the compound.”

At this point, Wanda looked away coyly; she let her lips curl slightly just before she decided to face you and locked her eyes to yours.

“He would have known that I have a crush on you after that first night.” She confessed and her confession made your heart stop for a moment.

You remembered that first night, of course.

She didn’t even speak to you that much, and you had just noticed how beautiful she was but nothing else. It was a warm cup of tea you shared with her, nothing else. You shook your head letting your eyes wander around the valley before your feet.

“I wouldn’t hear the end of it.” Wanda continued with her confessions, she wanted to leave everything out in the open because even after everything that happened the night before and what happened that day she wasn’t sure what exactly was going on between the both of you.

“And then, of course, thinking he was older than me by 12 minutes.” She said, rolling her eyes, “he would protect my virtue and spare my feelings by fighting you and making your life impossible because I was feeling jealous and miserable for your relationship with Natasha.”

There it was. 

Natasha.

The white elephant in the room. Or was it a pink elephant? 

You let her talk waiting for Wanda to just continue or stretch out the silence indicating it was your turn to talk. You weren’t sure how to feel with this confession, it made you happy of course. This was not something that grew overnight, not for her, not for you. But you still were afraid. Afraid of messing up, of hurting her, of her hurting you.

“And then he would try to come with us because he would have seen the way we danced the night before, and he would know you slept in my room.” Wanda’s voice was trembling by now, a mixture of emotions as she was getting to the end of her confession. “Even if nothing happened, he would have known that me sleeping by your side, without sex, was more important than anything else and that I would have exposed myself to you in ways I haven’t done before.”

Silence filled the hill afterwards.

Wanda kept her eyes straight ahead, the food already finished and there was nothing else in between the both of you. You played her words in your head, counting every single moment you spent with her, the conversations, and the sitcoms, how she usually was whenever Natasha was nearby. The confusion and the uncertainty, everything finally fell into place and it became so clear before your eyes you finally felt at ease.

This was not a declaration of love.

Not yet.

And still, love was there.

Without a doubt.

“Your brother sounds awfully scary,” You said, Wanda sniggered, nodding in agreement.

“He kept boys away from me when we were little.” She cocked her head and your eyes met hers.

“And never kept girls away?” You asked but she just snorted.

“He didn’t know.” 

You lifted a hand to cup her cheek, your finger entangled in a single lock of hair before putting it behind her ear.

“You are breathtakingly beautiful, Wanda.” You all but whispered, your heart hammering against your chest. “And you are smart, funny, and incredibly interesting in all aspects. I would have fought your brother if it was what I had to do to get closer to you.”

Wanda gasped leaning against your touch, you closed your eyes with your lips curling slightly. When you opened your eyes she was looking at you intently. 

“I have never experienced something like this,” You waved your hand around your chest. “I don’t know what would happen, I only know that from the moment I met you I can’t stop thinking about you. Your smile, you happiness. I just…want you to be happy. And, if you are happy with me, that would be a plus. A major plus.”

The confession was now out there.

Your hands came back to your lap, the words the both of you had been holding back finally out in the open. You wished you knew what she was feeling, what she was thinking; Wanda was experiencing the same, she wished she could read your thoughts, that she could know if what she was feeling for you was the same you were feeling for her.

There would be time.

“I want to be happy with you.” Wanda finally whispered, you leaned in, smiling at her.

“Good, I…I want to be happy with you.”

The kiss was different again.

It was soft, tentative, an invitation.

You explored her slowly, only lips moulding as one, a hand on her cheek, her hand on your arms. It was as if you two had all the time in the world, nothing else matters. Wanda trembled under your hands, and your heart just shivered with sheer emotion. 

Wanda whimpered in disappointment when you cut the kiss, you smiled pressing your forehead against hers.

“Best first date ever?” You asked in a whisper, Wanda let out a breathy laugh nodding.

“Best first date ever.” You leaned in kissing her again for a little before breaking the kiss again, you stood up from the hood of the car stretching your hand to her.

“Wanna be my girl?” You wiggled your eyebrows and she couldn’t help but laugh though you could see the blush on her cheeks.

“Are you seriously asking me to be your girl?” Wanda asked in between laughter, you shrugged winking at her playfully.

“Of course, I am. We have to make this official!” You exclaimed bowing to her, “I am your girl, Little Witch. I wish for this to be mutual.”

Your declaration made Wanda gasp in shock, she eyed you with big, green eyes before taking your offering hand.

“Then, as long as you are mine, I think I can make an exception and be yours.”

You puffed out your chest twirling her around until Wanda was pressed against your chest, the young woman laughed at the absurdity of what was happening.

“Good, it’s a deal then.” You let go of her and stood before Wanda, your face relaxing into an easy smile. “Wanna dance?”

Wanda chewed on her lower lip, taking your hand with her heart almost leaving her chest at the intensity of the experience. You came closer squeezing her hands in yours.

“Just a dance, then we can do whatever you want.” It was a reassurance, whatever was going to happen it would happen whenever the both of them were ready. It didn’t matter what it was.

Wanda stepped closer placing her forehead on your shoulder, “let’s dance then.”

“Friday music!” You exclaimed, placing your mobile on the hood, the music started filling the air and you pressed closer to Wanda. “Let’s try a different dance today, Little Witch.”

Wanda nodded and let you guide her through the song, a soft tune with sweet lyrics filling the air.

A perfect first date.

With a bright future stretching out before your feet.

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Now for those of you who asked @dandelions4us @anxiousgoldengirl @dark-hunter16

[itshoneywhatever]

Easy to Manipulate

A Tommy x Alfie snippet

“Fuck you, Tommy. Don’t ask me that.”

“Arthur is still mad about what happened, and to be honest, Alfie, I don’t give two shits about it but if I want this plan to work, then Arthur needs to hear, at the very least, a fake apology.”

Alfie shakes his head in disbelief. “You ask for too fucking much, Tommy.”

 “Tell you what,” Tommy moves forward on his seat, arms coming to rest on top of his desk, hands clasped together. “If you apologize to Arthur I’ll let you fuck me right here before I call my brothers in.”

Sex between them has become somewhat of a common occurrence ever since they first met in London, and it had only stopped once Tommy had married Grace. And after her passing, Tommy hasn’t had sex with anyone else.

Alfie would be the first one after Grace.

And the idea of that is too enticing for the man sitting in front of him – that’s how he knows Alfie will comply with what he’s asking of him.

“Come here, you crazy fucker.”

Tommy tries to not look so smug at how easy it is for him to manipulate the other man with sex, as he approaches him.

They are trying to make themselves look presentable and not look like they just finished fucking a few minutes ago, when his brothers walk into the drawing room.

The moment Arthur spots Alfie and tries to run out of the office, any post-coital bliss that Tommy might have had lingering in his body left him rather quickly.

Back to business.

“Arthur, come here.” The older Shelby reluctantly obeys. “Now, Mr. Solomons is here because the next part of my plan involves us working together and before that happens, Alfie would like to say something to you, and I want you to listen, alright?”

Tommy watches in silence, trying not to laugh as Alfie mockingly apologizes to his brother, he sees how his brother gets more on edge by the second but thankfully, by the end of a very long, very fake apology, they each remain seated on their seats and there’s no ashtray being smashed on anyone’s head – he’ll take the win.

Once that apology is out of the way, they are able to move on to talk the business part of the meeting.

“You didn’t need to rile him up that much, you know,” Tommy comments when they are once again alone in the drawing room.

“Yeah, but he makes it so easy.” Tommy simply shakes his head, amused because he knows how easy it is to rile his brother.

“Want to go upstairs?” He asks after a moment of silence.

“Tommy, sweetheart, I love that you think so highly of me but I don’t think I can fuck you again. Not for a little while longer, at least.”

“Well,” Tommy walks around the desk to stand closer to where the other man is sitting. “You can always stay the night. I mean, is late already and is a long drive back to London and we both know how much your sciatica acts up when you sit still for too long in your car,” Tommy says in a fake concerned voice.

“Yeh, it would be nice, yeah, to spend the night. You know, for my sciatica. And bad knee,” Alfie follows Tommy’s games without a second thought.

“That’s right. We can’t forget about your knee.”

“Lead the way, then.” Alfie says as if he’s never before stayed at the house. What follows is an evening filled with moans and pure post-coital bliss.

[fitrahgolden]

Should You Need Me: 7 - All I could think of was sunlight

"Open your eyes, Kate." Anthony panted into her ear.

Kate hadn't realised she closed them. She had been completely lost in Anthony. Anthony, Anthony, Anthony. Lost in the absolute best way, a dreamlike euphoria. But it wasn't a dream. When she opened her eyes, Anthony was really there, and his smile was blinding.

"There you are. Keep your eyes on me. I need to see you." He looked so happy, so… grateful. If she hadn't already believed Anthony before, when he said he was interested in all of her, not just her body, she would have now. He moved over her, rubbing his thumb over her wrists as he held them over her head against the arm of the sofa, drawing circles on her hip with his other hand. This felt like…more. Just more. And Kate didn't know she wanted this, needed this, needed him. But she did.

More than fine. More than content.

Tears pooled at the corners of her eyes. 

"Baby, are you OK?"

Kate nodded.

"Tell me–mmm, shit. Tell me you're alright. Is this good?"

Kate crossed her ankles at the small of Anthony's back, pushing him closer to her, causing his strokes to become shorter. "It's incredible, Anthony."

"Fuck, you're incredible."

The gentle fingers on her hip became a bruising grip. He interlaced his hand with hers above her head and squeezed. Anthony faltered. He got off rhythm, and she could tell he was close.

"Baby, can you come for me, please? I'm so close and I don't want to leave you behind."

Kate shook her head. "You're not leaving me anywhere. I'm right here. It's OK. Let go. You come for me."

Anthony's eyes rolled back at her gentle parroting of his request. His grip on her became impossibly tight. His fast strokes broke the hold of Kate's ankles on his back.

He was gone. He was falling. And she caught him.

Anthony fell onto her, and Kate welcomed the weight, the closeness. She rubbed his back as he came down from such a long fall.

Kate's eyes drifted close as she felt Anthony moving around, getting rid of the condom and pulling the blanket over them.

She began losing herself to sleep, and the last thing that Kate heard was Anthony murmuring into her hair, "I think we could make something beautiful, baby." And the last thought she had was, I wonder if Appa would think so, too.

—

Anthony waited for sleep to come while he felt the steady rise and fall of Kate's chest beneath his head, but he had a feeling it wouldn't. Instead of exhausted or worn out, being with Kate had electrified him. He felt oddly alert. No matter. He was content to lie there on the sofa and try to take in the fact that Kate had indeed given him a chance. It was impossible months ago, unlikely weeks ago, but now, it was happening.

"What are you thinking about?"

Anthony looked up to find Kate's doe eyes blinking slowly down at him.

"I was thinking about how much I want to learn about you.  I want to know things about you, soul, mind, and body, that no one else knows–almost no one." Anthony's nose flared as he reminded himself that Kate just got out of a long term relationship. "Like… this adorable little mole on your left breast." He ran his thumb over the mole in question before kissing it. "And you probably shouldn't tell me how many other people know about it. I may demand names."

Kate laughed softly as her hand combed through his hair. 

"Have you always been a jealous person?" She didn't sound concerned, just curious. Either way, Anthony's answer was the same. 

"Honestly? I've never cared enough to be jealous, so this is new territory for me. I'll try to keep it in check."

"Mmm."

Anthony started kissing and biting Kate's neck as he flattened a hand on her stomach and slid it down. He hardened at the moan that fell from her lips when he cupped her.

"I don't suppose we could have a sleepover in my office?" He asked as he teased her.

"Mm, no. I need to go home. Mm. I have a puppy. I need to– fuck!"

"I agree. Let's do that, and then I'll take you home. OK?"

Kate was already losing it to Anthony’s fingers. She whimpered when he suddenly withdrew them.

"Can I take you home, Kate?"

"Yes. Please, Anthony…"

"Shh…" Anthony bit a nipple before kissing down her torso. "I've got you, baby." He swirled his tongue in her belly button before continuing down to put his tongue where it actually belonged. Kate was now its second home, as far as Anthony was concerned.

—

"Hey, um…"

Kate turned around. She and Anthony were getting dressed so he could take her home.

"Yeah?"

"When we get to yours, can I stay?" Anthony ran a hand through his hair. Kate hadn't seen him nervous yet. She took comfort in the fact that, for all of his confidence, Anthony was still human.

"Yes. I'd like that."

"Good. I think I need that."

Kate laughed. "You do?"

"Hell yes, I do. Am I supposed to kiss you on the hand and say 'good evening' after that?" Anthony gestured toward the sofa.

Kate smiled but it fell a bit as she said, "I didn't know if… I know you've been with a lot of women. And I don't… I didn't know if I would–"

Anthony grabbed her arm and tugged her to him. "Don't fucking say it."

Kate's eyes went wide at his sudden authoritative, completely humourless tone.

"I'm only gonna say this once. Never think for a second that you aren't absolutely everything I want and need, and more than I deserve. If I ever give you a reason to think otherwise, let me know that I'm fucking this up. OK?"

Kate nodded, knowing he meant every word.

Anthony placed a hand that felt equal parts possessive and reverent on her cheek and rubbed her bottom lip with his thumb. "If you even think of speaking about yourself that way again, I suppose I'll just have to fuck those lies right out of your head. Sound good?"

"Y-Yeah." Kate looked down at Anthony's lips and swallowed.

He smiled smugly and gave her a peck on the cheek and a smack on her bum before taking her hand and grabbing the overnight bag he kept in his office. "Let's go, then." Anthony gave the sofa one last look.

"Christ, I'm never going be productive in here again, am I?"

—

"I'm gonna be in trouble with you living so close to the shop."

Anthony followed Kate into her flat, holding his bag and the takeaway they picked up for dinner on the way. Kate laughed as her puppy–Newton, she'd told Anthony he was called–scampered up to him, sniffing and jumping enthusiastically at his ankles. Anthony crouched down and put his fist out for Newton to inspect.

"Here, give him one of these."

Anthony looked up to find Kate handing him a dog treat. He dutifully took it and offered it to Newton, who inhaled it out of his hand.

"Are you a dog person?" Kate asked as Anthony stood up. She took the food out of his hands to bring into the kitchen. He shrugged.

"Eh. I am now, I reckon. May I get a tour before we eat?"

Kate looked around the small space. "I mean, there isn't much to it. Kitchen, living room, bathroom is the first door down the hall."

Anthony looked Kate expectantly. She narrowed her eyes.

"What?"

"I assume you have a bedroom?"

"I do. It's at the end of the hall."

"Can I see it?"

"Go on, then," she said, making no move to leave the kitchen.

Anthony raised an eyebrow. "I think you should show it to me."

"I think you're a big boy who can find it himself."

"I am a big boy. That's why you should show me your bedroom." Anthony stalked towards Kate when it became clear she wasn't going to make this easy.

"We need to eat dinner."

Anthony tugged on her shirt until she was up against him.

"After."

"I need to take Newton out." Her breath caught as Anthony kissed behind her ear.

"After."

"Now I know you really aren't a dog pers–"

Anthony kissed Kate so roughly she whimpered. She blindly felt around for Newton's lead. "You want to come?" she asked against his persistent mouth.

"Desperately, but you seem set against it," was his response as his hand dipped beneath the waistband of her joggers.

He let up when he felt Kate push back against his chest. "Walk the dog, eat dinner, then you can have your way with me. OK?"

"I'm not mad on the order of operations, but fine."

—

Kate had barely closed the cupboard after doing the dishes when Anthony scooped her up and headed toward her bedroom.

"I'm done behaving. It's been hours."

She laughed into his neck as he kicked the bedroom door open. Anthony slowed down to place Kate on her feet. He found the light switch and turned it on. His eyes landed on something on the other side of her bedroom and he took her hand.

"Come here."

Kate was curious as he positioned her in front of the mirror hanging on her closet door. He turned her until she was just so, then he stepped behind her. Their eyes connected when they both looked into the mirror.

"Anthony?"

He softly, slowly ran his fingertips from the small of her back around to her hips. He gripped the hem of her shirt with both hands and pulled up. Kate raised arms to allow him to pull it off of her. Kate turned to look back at him but he silently shook his head and led her by the chin to look back at the mirror. He pinned her with his stare as he kissed down from her neck to her shoulder, sliding her bra strap off along the way. He did the same on the other side before unclasping her bra, letting it fall to the floor next to her shirt.

Anthony's hands fell away from her body as he walked in a half circle so he was facing her. Kate watched him as his eyes perused her neck, shoulders, collarbones, arms, everything. She could almost see him cataloguing every part of her for future reference. His gaze finally met hers and he moved in as if to kiss her, only to bring his lips to her ear and rumbled, "Keep your eyes forward," before he gripped her hips and slowly sunk to the floor, resting on his knees. He curled his fingers under the waistband of her knickers and Kate shivered at the feel of his nails sliding down his legs as he pulled them with her joggers down to the floor. One at a time, he lifted each ankle and kissed it as she stepped out of her clothes.

Anthony scanned over her lower half much like he did before and Kate was sure her goosebumps were obvious. He opened his mouth like he was going to devour her before closing it again with a barely audible, "mm." Anthony grabbed Kate's hips again as he stood, inhaling deeply from the valley between her breasts up to her hair. Another soft moan from Anthony gave Kate no indication of how long this torture was going to last. He was barely even touching her and she was trembling.

He stood behind her again. As his hand trailed down her spine, Kate couldn’t help herself. "Anthony, please…"

"Hush, Kate." His tone brooked no argument. "We're almost there."

He ran his hands up her thighs and over her bum, letting his fingers barely touch her between her legs for far too brief of a moment. Kate couldn't have imagined the dark laugh she heard as Anthony again fell to his knees, behind her this time. She felt a hand slide up her back and encourage her to lean forward far enough that she needed to press her hands against the glass for support.

Anthony finally touched her, really touched her. She felt like she'd been waiting for hours for his fingers, and she let out a small sob at the relief. Right before he replaced his fingers with his mouth, he whispered against her thigh. 

"This is all I could think about that day."