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Avenger Lane Chapter Four

Summary: You and your wife Quinn move your family outside of New York City to Avenger Lane; a small private suburbia. There you face your toughest obstacle of your marriage. Will your marriage with Quinn be strong enough when a certain redheaded beauty captures your attention?

Parings: Quinn Fabray x G!P Reader / eventual Natasha x G!P Reader

Warnings: Smut in this chapter!

Word Count: 14,245 😅

A/N: This took sooooo long I'm sorry you know life be gettin' in the way some times 😅 Anyway I wanted to also mention this is sort of a slow burn type of story.

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Avenger Lane

Chapter Four: I Can Fix That

“I want you to know I’m trying Y/N. I’m working on myself, I promise.”

“Quinn, we left the city because of your jealousy issues.”

“I know, and I promise I’ll work harder on it.”

“Please do so because so far I’m making friends and I wanna keep them.”

“I know.” She whispered, this was something Quinn loathed about herself. This jealousy she harbors. It comes from her father. She absolutely knows it stems from him. “I’ll be better, I promise. I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too.” You open your arms and she cuddles into you. The past year has been rough on you both. Here’s to hoping this year will be better.

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You were just starting to wake when you noticed the weight on top of you.

Blinking your eyes open you feel Quinn rocking against you.

“Hmm, morning baby.” You sleepily smirked stretching before grazing your fingers against her ass.

“Morning,...Daddy.”

You couldn’t help it, you snorted and began laughing. She tried so hard. She knows this is your kink, and unfortunately for you. She's not into it.

The first time you ever brought in your kink was on Father’s Day years ago. You had her bent over ass up in the air when you said ‘That’s it baby girl take l daddy’s cock.’

She sat up so fast turning around only to shove you off of her. ‘Nope we’re not doing that.’ She kinked her brow in anger and disgust.

“Y/N!” She slapped your chest trying to get off of you but you held her in place.

“I’m sorry Q it’s just you’re not into that.” You grinned.

“Maybe not, but you are, and I wanna be able to…”

“To what baby?” You say bringing her attention back to you.

“I just we’ve had a rocking year-” You nod along. “Everything with Sersi, and my career…I guess I just feel like in my journey of bettering myself I should do more for you.” Quinn’s brows furrowed in concentration and she sniffled looking up quickly. She was struggling. “I-I..I must confess-”

Your eyes soften as she gives you an inside signal you both came up with back in highschool. Anytime you both couldn’t say something that needed to be said you both would sing a bit of the infamous song …Baby One More Time by Britney Spears. It helped take out the nerves and let one another know whatever you were trying to confess was coming from the heart. It also helped that this particular song was one of your songs as a couple.

“I still believe!” You sit up holding her close.

“Still believe!” She sings back, hooking her arms around your neck.

“When I'm not with you I lose my mind! Give me a sign! Hit me baby one more time!” you both giggled into each other's neck after singing together. A decade together and the song still works.

“Come on baby, you know you can always talk to me. Hit me baby.”

“I read your song that you wrote… I went in your music room to put your ukulele back after Fin took it, and your notebook was just sitting there. Wide open and I know, I shouldn’t have read it. It was innocent, you know?” She sniffled. “I thought maybe it was just a love song. Little did I know it was a song about how I was failing you.”

“Qui-”

“No baby I shouldn’t have read it, but I’m kind of glad I did. It gave me the slap I needed. The lyrics specifically I’ve been thinking of over and over again for months.”

“What song baby?”

“My love why do you run?

For my hands hold no guns.

Darling, though you may pretend.

Pretend that you are selfless.

You break with but the slightest bend.

It leaves you lost and helpless.”

“Quinn-”

“You were right on the money. You deserve so much better than me Y/N.” She sniffled tears now free falling down her cheeks. “I want to be the wife you deserve.”

“I think you’re pretty amazing already.”

“Please don’t say anything Y/N. Just let me do better okay?” Quinn gramaced, shaking her head.

“Okay Quinn.” You say softly, wiping her tears. “But maybe let's not go the daddy route.”

“But that’s what you secretly want to be called!” She whined.

“But I know you’re grossed out by it and now it’s not what I want from you.”

“I’m sorry.” Quinn sighed disappointed. “I shouldn’t have kinked-shamed you all those years ago. That wasn’t fair. Is there something else you’d want to try?” She asks hopeful.

“No nothing I can think of…Except maybe a threesome with you and Zoë Kravitz.” You chuckled only for her to slap you.

“I’m serious.” She whined.

“So am I; I’m good baby.” You smirk. “I just need you.”

“Okay.” She said softly leaning into your touch. Quinn hardly ever got this way. It made you believe your conversation last night. She really is trying to do better, to be better. It warms your heart. It’s giving you hope.

“Mama! papa!” You hear Finley knocking on the door.

You both chuckled getting up and putting on clothes. You opened the door once you were both dressed.

“Hi Fin.” You say seeing your daughter in her pajamas Ollie next to her with her teddy under her arm.

“Hi papa.” She beamed as Quinn bent down to lift her up.

“What are you doing up so early?” The blonde smiled, kissing her cheek.

“You hungry Finny?”

The toddler hummed, nodding.

Soon you and Quinn were cooking breakfast.

“Should we wake Beth? She usually gets up in another hour or so.”

“Y/N we both know she inherited my need to sleep in gene. I’ll save her a plate so she can heat it up later. Are you going to the gym soon?

“I was thinking about it.” You admit flipping the omelet over.

“You know there’s this day in between working out called a rest day you should really think about trying it.” She smirked, wrapping her arms around you as she cuddled into your back.

You chuckled, moving an omelet to the plate, fixing it up before setting it on the side. Turning in place you kiss Quinn on her temple. “Breakfast is ready.”

“Stay home this morning? Maybe after breakfast we can finish what I was trying to start this morning. I can give you a real workout.”

“I do remember you being very-“ you looked over at your daughter who was too busy eating her scramble eggs to notice. “Naughty.” You smirked, squeezing her ass.

“Hmhm… I need my wusband to show me how to be a good wife.” She moved closer into you, smirking as she felt you twitch against her. “Breakfast first, fun after.” She whispered near your ear. You cleared your throat trying to calm your sexual desires.

You sat down to eat only to have her sit on your lap. You looked at her surprised.

“We used to eat this way all the time.” She shrugged before taking a bite.

“Hmm you are very needy this morning.” You chuckled only for her to slap your arm.

You both chatted away as you ate it almost felt like you two were teens again.

You nod towards your toddler and pat your wife’s thigh.

“Oh my baby.” She cooed standing up. Finley’s head was drooping as she started falling asleep. Quinn stood, gently wiped her face and hands before lifting her up. She walked to the living room placing her on the sofa with her blanket and stuffed animal.

“Morning sleepyhead.” You hear her say.

You look up with a smile just as Beth walks in.

“Morning Princess, guess you didn’t feel the pea and slept the night away.” You smiled at her; standing up to heat up her plate. She smiled still in a sleepy state. She looks like Quinn when she wakes up.

Within a minute you set her plate down and Quinn set a glass of orange juice next to the plate.

“Thank you.” Beth says softly as you both kiss either side of her head. “Mom, can I watch cartoons?”

“Sure hon.”

Beth places her tablet on the table turning on The Power Puff Girls.

You feel your wife wrap her arms around your waist as you do the little bit of dishes in the sink.

“You made breakfast I should clean.” She mumbled.

“By all means.” You snorted as she shook her head.

You chuckled going back to washing.

“I love you.” She sighed, still holding you as you placed the wet dish on the rack to dry.

“I love you too.” You smile turning around. “What is up with you this morning baby?”

“I had a dream…” She says softly.

“Nightmare?” You asked kinking your brow.

“Something like that.” She whispers.

“Well I am right here my darling.” You grinned, squeezing her a little tighter.

“Your Papa and I are going to take a nap Beth. Call us if you need anything.”

“Okay.” She says before taking another bite.

You look at your wife in surprise as she begins to lead you upstairs.

She shuts the door locking it before turning towards you. Quinn, pushes you down as she straddles you bringing you in a heated kiss.

“Hmm.” You hummed feeling her grind down on your hardening member.

“I’m so wet for you baby.” She husks. “I want you inside me. I need you inside me.” She moans taking off her shirt, arching her breasts in your face.

“Quinn.” You groan out into her breasts.

“Get inside me.” She husked reaching between your bodies only to rub your hardened member against her soaked pussy.

“Fuuck” you groaned, feeling her walls clamp down around you.

“You still fill me up so well.” She sighed, before rocking back and forth.

“Yeah?” You say gripping her ass cheeks before slapping a cheek.

“Hmm.” She hummed, picking up her pace.

“That’s it baby faster.” You say slapping her cheek once more.

“Fucking pound me then.” She smirks getting off of you.

You grab a throw pillow and hand it to her.

“You better hold on tight.” You chuckled, slapping her ass as she bent over the bed holding on to the pillow. You grab her hips bringing her right where you want her causing her to yelp. “Don’t be too loud now don’t want the girls to hear their mommy getting her ass pounded.”

She chuckles darkly, throwing her head back meeting your lips in a kiss. You don’t even have to guide your cock in her hole. You both have done this song and dance so many times it’s like your bodies have memorized and mapped every inch of yourselves.

“Fuck you’re so big.” Quinn grits as she adjusts.

You wait for her signal to continue, you sigh as she pushes her ass out into you effectively giving you the signal.

You grip her hip tightly with one hand and push against her back with the other before pounding into her with as much force and speed you can muster.

She gasps out before biting the pillow letting the cotton soak in her moans.

The sight of Quinn struggling to hold in her moans spurred you on. You were determined for her to break. For one sound to peep out of her muffled moans against the pillow.

“Fuck I’m about to cum.” She gasps for air.

You wrapped your arms around her before pressing yourself flush against her now pink and sweaty body thrusting with gusto.

“Oh fuuuuck.” You both groan into one another's mouths. You bite down on her shoulder letting your seed shoot into her.

You gently peel yourself off of her grunting as you lightly hump her pussy. You can feel her heat twitching along your cock milking you. You slowly pull out your now flaccid meat.

“Hmm look at that.” You smile lazily slapping her ass that now had a combination of your jizz and her sweet juices seeping out.

“Fuck that was so good,” She sighed shakily standing up walking over to the bathroom.

You grinned, taking off the soaked sheets and placing fresh sheets down. You jumped in bed laying down with a sigh. This is the life you thought to yourself. A hot sexy wife that loves being dicked down by you. A big beautiful home with cool neighbors, and two beautiful daughters. You grinned with your eyes closed feeling a dip in the bed and your wife cuddling up to you. She kisses your cheek and you kiss her lips before you both drift off to into a sex nap.

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You carefully kissed Quinn’s temple before gently removing yourself from her hold. You left a trail of kisses down her spine. Feeling goosebumps rise on her skin, you cover her with the sheet quietly getting out of bed. You put on your old construction clothes and boots before heading downstairs. You see Beth who is now doing some arts and crafts on the coffee table watching a Disney show.

“Whatcha doin kiddo?”

“I’m making the longest scoubiedou ever.”

“I believe in you.” You grinned pecking her head.

“What are you gonna do?”

“I’m gonna go build some raised beds so we can plant stuff tomorrow.”

“Really?” Beth asked her tone showed her interest.

“Hmhm.” You say putting on your boots you see Finley sucking her thumb. You gently take her thumb out.

“Did I do that too when I was a baby?” Beth asked.

“Nope you never sucked your thumb. You were always a very chill baby. Don’t get me wrong there were nights that I felt you would never stop crying, but you were always very quiet. Especially when you would hear us sing to you.”

Beth smiled fondly before going back to her crafting.

“I’ll be out back, princess.”

“Okay dad.” She nodded.

You grabbed your tool box before heading outside. You turned on your Bluetooth speaker and began playing some music before you began sawing off bits and pieces. You already know what needs to be done. You’ve done this so many times you could build them in your sleep.

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Meanwhile at the Romanoff residence Natasha had Laura and Wanda over so they could all catch up and hear about Laura’s trip back home.

“Do you hear that?” Laura furrowed her brows as they all could hear hammering and sawing every once in a while,

“Sounds like a neighbor is building something.” Wanda grinned.

“Well I know for damn sure it’s not Strange.” Laura cackled.

“That man wouldn’t even know what a hammer looks like.” Natasha scoffed. “It must be Y/N.” She stood looking out back. She could see you hammering away. You stopped for a second using your bandanna to wipe the sweat from your brow. “Ready to go swimming?”

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You were now working on another raised bed when you heard laughter. You turned to see your neighbors setting up by Natasha’s pool. You quickly looked away when the women took their coverups off.

Natasha laid down against her lounge chair when she looked back over towards you. She lowered her glasses, watching you take your button up Jean shirt off leaving you in a white tank. She squeezed her thighs together, noticing the way your arms flexed as you sawed a piece of wood off. She crossed her legs as you began hammering away once again.

“Subtle Nat.” Laura smirked.

“Subtle about what?” Wanda asked, walking outside with three mixed drinks.

“Nat is practically drooling! Watching our new neighbor.” Laura laughed.

“Oh yeah Nat has the biggest crush on Y/N.” Wanda giggled.

“I do not.” Natasha huffed sipping her drink.

“Surrre you don’t.” Wanda chortled before sipping her drink.

“She is easy on the eyes.” Laura poked the redhead.

“Oh she’s totally hot. She’s giving me Noah Calhoun vibes for sure. For sure.” Wanda gushed.

“Not The Notebook again.” Laura rolled her eyes. “I’m getting more of a Sam vibe from Holes.”

“Noah loved her after all that time!” Wanda huffed. “He built them a home!”

“He built them a home after not having her for like a decade. Sam loved Kate and Kate loved Sam.”

“Still romantic.” Wanda shook her head.

“Or obsessive?”

“What do you think Nat?” Wanda asked, Natasha was too busy watching you.

“Oh I think she’s thinking of Noah/Sam over there.” Laura snickered, taking a sip from her cocktail.

“Stop.” Natasha groaned.

“Hey Y/N!” Wanda shouted with a wave.

“Wanda.” Natasha hissed.

You turned from your spot seeing three women laying by the pool.

You chuckled standing up walking over; leaning over the fence between yours and Natasha’s property line.

“Ladies.” You smirked.

The three women stood walking over to you.

“Y/N this is Laura Barton, she lives across the street from me with her husband Clint.” Natasha introduced the brunette.

“Nice meeting you neighbor.” You smiled, shaking her hand.

“Likewise!” She smiled.

“Wanna join us?” Wanda smirked, sipping her drink.

“That does look tasty.” You say eyeing her drink ignoring the way her nipples were erect through her red bikini.

“Here, have mine. I'm more of a beer girl anyways.” Laura winked handing you her glass before walking towards Natasha’s cooler near the back door.

“Thanks.” You chuckled before taking a sip. “Oooh I am loving this. What is this?” You asked practically drinking the whole glass.

“It’s pretty hot out here, maybe I should get you some water?” Natasha asked, seeing beads of sweat around your neck and face.

“That’s alright I got it in my pocket.” You chuckled, showing her a special tool belt with a place for your water… or really for your beers.

“So Noah Calhoun, wanna put this work aside and come swim with us?” Wanda grinned.

“Noah Calhoun?” You repeat tilting your head with a crinkle in your brow.

“The Notebook! Y/N how could you not know that!?” Wanda shook her head.

“Yeah Y/N how could you.” Natasha teased.

“Ah right of course how could I not know who he is… Who is he again?”

Natasha laughed as Laura joined in once again.

“I think you’re a Noah, but Laura is getting a Sam vibe.” Wanda grinned.

“Sam?” you chuckled tilting your head.

“The sweet onion farmer on Holes!” Laura smiled.

“Oh my gosh I love that movie!” You laughed before broodingly saying “I can fix that.”

Natasha released a puff of air before gulping. She didn’t know what movie they were talking about, but now she has to watch it.

“Nat what do you think, Sam or Noah?” Wanda smirked.

“I’ve never seen the Notebook, or Holes.” Nat admits.

“I think we’re going to have to watch it at some point now.” Wanda smirked.

“Oof, I’m not a big romance movie type.” You cringed while taking another sip.

“That’s a very Noah Calhoun thing to say.” Wanda commented.

“Okay tell me about this Noah character.”

“Join us in the pool and I’ll tell you.” Wanda sang as she moved away towards the pool.

“You’re terrible, I have to finish this today.” You chuckled.

“Says who?” Laura huffed.

“Me.” You chuckled. “I wanted to have it done by tomorrow morning.”

“Why?” Natasha asked, still standing near the fence.

“Well Q and I wanted to plant everything with the girls tomorrow.”

“That’s really sweet.” Natasha smiled.

“And you say you don’t like Romance movies. That’s romantic.” Wanda said, laying on a pool floatie.

“Being sweaty and dealing with dirt doesn’t scream romance to me.” You furrowed your brows.

“You’re building raised beds so you can have a family bonding time.” Laura explained. “If Clint did that I would take him away for a weekend.” She laughed.

“Right? I would die if Vis did that for me and the boys. He’s not an outdoorsy kind of gentleman.” Wanda explained before sipping her drink.

“What about Bruce?” You always forget Natasha is married.

The redhead was about to reply when Laura and Wanda bursted out laughing at the mere thought of Bruce doing anything for Natasha.

“What’s so funny?” You furrow your brows feeling defensive on Natasha’s behalf. You didn’t miss the subtle way she shifted and looked away at their laughter.

Natasha shook her head towards you as her friends fell in the pool laughing. “It’s okay.”

“You sure?” You asked softly.

She opened her mouth to reply when your back sliding door opened. You both look over seeing your mini-me walk out in overalls, a tiny cap and boots her uncle got her.

“Oh my gosh!” Natasha squealed covering her mouth. “She’s so freaking cute!”

Quinn and Beth stepped out behind her as they videoed your daughter.

“Bob the builder papa!” Finley cheered; holding up her toy hammer.

“Can he fix it?!” You shouted.

“Yes he can!” Finley jumped holding her hammer in the air.

“Oh my God, the cutest little baby ever!” Wanda gushed.

“She and Nate need a playdate!” Laura gasped.

You chuckled as Finley ran into your arms giggling.

“Papa, look I help, I help too!” She nodded excitedly before seeing Natasha. “Natty!” She smiled pointing at her with her hammer.

“Hi Finny!” The redhead smiled.

“This doesn’t look like building a raised garden bed to me.” Quinn kinked her brow at you with a smirk.

“I was but then these jabroni’s were trying to make me drink and relax in the pool!” You chuckled; shifting Finley, who was busy laughing at Natasha’s funny faces.

“I was thinking about going to the store with Britt, her and Santana’s anniversary is tomorrow.” She wanted to go to the store.

“Ahh.” You smirked. “Have fun.” You couldn’t wait for tonight. Anytime Quinn went to the store with Brittany or Santana she would come back with a lil somethin’, somethin’ for you.

“You should join them, it's hot.” Quinn said softly wiping the sheen of sweat on your brow. The blonde was always very domestic towards you, but if she felt another woman even looking at you the wrong way she lays it on a little thick. Making sure everyone knows your hers.

“I got the girls now.” You say smiling at Finley giggling as Natasha tickles her.

“Y/N they can come in the pool too.” Natasha huffed.

“Pool?” Finley’s eyes widened as the Russian beauty moved over to show Finley the pool. The toddler gasped. “Papa; swim!” She whined dropping her hammer.

“Oh come on Fin you don’t wanna build stuff with your papa?” You grinned hearing Beth laugh picking up the hammer.

The toddler began squirming in your arms before making grabby hands at Natasha.

The redheaded woman laughed, taking the toddler in her arms.

“Natty! Swim!” Finley pointed.

“Fin we have to change into a bathing suit first.” Quinn smiled.

“Mama, I swim now!” Finley huffed.

“Let me get rid of the boozers.” Natasha winked as she handed Quinn, Finley before walking over to a giggling mess that is Wanda and Laura.

“What the hell are you two hens giggling about?” Natasha asked.

“Pretty sure Noah’s wife knows you’re crushing on Noah.” Wanda cackled lowly.

“I don’t blame her one bit, I would do the same.” Laura shrugged. “A spouse who is handy around the house and yard, loves spending time and taking care of their kids. I’m sure she cooks and cleans too.” Laura shook her head wishing Clint would do a damn dish for once.

“Ooh she does! I saw her vacuuming under the couch and the cushions!” Wanda nodded excitedly.

“Whoa.” Laura muttered.

“Oh stop it!” Natasha smacked them.

“Let me get a few pictures in this outfit with your daddy and then we’ll change into your bathing suit.” Quinn explained as she walked with Finley to the area you were working.

“Can I help?” Beth smiled walking up to you.

“Of course Princess!” You grinned. “Look at me with 3 beautiful helpers.” You smirked.

“Y/N!” Quinn yelled as you smacked her ass.

“Ew.” Beth crinkled her brows before kneeling next to Finley.

“Alright girls see where I marked a dot? That’s where the nail needs to go.”

“Ohhhh.” Finley nodded.

“Can I?” Beth asked, holding the nail in place.

“Of course. Just remember what I taught you.”

“Be careful Beth.” Quinn warned.

The small blonde nodded, biting her tongue as she focused before hammering the nail down.

“Yayy Bethy!” Finley cheered.

“Your turn Fin.” Beth smiled, bringing Finley in front of her. Quinn looked at you squeezing your hand before turning back to your daughters. Beth placed Finley’s hands in her hands guiding her with the hammer and nail.

“I did it!” Finley cheered.

“Yayyy!” You all three cheered.

“You wanna keep doing this with papa or do you wanna go swimming?”

Finley scrunched her brows together contemplating her options. She jumped up whispering in Beth’s ear. The blonde whispered back with a smile.

Finley stood back with a smile. “Swim!”

“Of course you do.” You muttered putting the hammer down.

“Oh don’t be so mopey you get to swim too.” Quinn teased.

“Hmm but daddy wants to swim with mommy.” You muttered standing up.

“Beth, take your sister and go change okay?” Quinn smiled as they cheered and ran inside. “You are terrible.” She said looking up at you before she took your hand and let you help her up.

“What? Can you blame me after the last time we were in a pool?”

“I distinctly remember getting a UTI.” She raised her brow; as she hooked her arms around your neck.

“I distinctly remember you saying it was worth it.”

“Nope.” She laughed, shaking her head as you bowed your head down to kiss her lips.

Meanwhile next door in the pool.

“You know we are mothers we can handle-” Laura hiccups. “-a couple kids.”

“Nat, just wants some alone time with Y/N.” Wanda giggles holding a towel around her shoulders.

“No, I just don’t want two tipsy hens around two little girls.” Natasha kinked her brow as she took out a bag of toys she kept around for moments like this.

“Hmhm.” Laura hummed.

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30 minutes later your wife was being picked up by Brittany and you and the girls were making your way to Natasha’s pool.

“Natty!” Finley squealed as you entered her backyard.

“Hi!” Natasha waved towards the toddler.

“Hey Nat you remember Beth, Princess this is Nat.”

“Thanks for baking us those cookies.” Beth smiles.

“Oh of course no problem at all. I have snacks right on the table and the toys are already in the pool. Oh and jumping in is totally allowed ” The redhead winked.

Beth laughed before running and jumping in the pool.

“Papa, swim now?” Finley whined, tugging your ear.

“Yessssss.” You whine back. “That’s all she’s been saying.”

Natasha chuckles as you set everything down including Finley. Holding the toddler by her tiny life vest as she tried to run into the pool.

“I jump too!” Finley shouted trying to get out of your grasp. Truthfully Finley knows how to swim. Her grandparents taught her not too long ago, but you still would rather be in the water with her if she wants to jump in.

“Here I’ll hold on to her.” Natasha smirked, as your toddlers grunting and whining came to a stop.

You’re not sure what Natasha did, you were too busy taking off your tank and slides. You could hear Finley’s evil laugh when you turned only to be hit in the face with water.

The three girls were laughing.

“Good girl Finley perfect aim.” Natasha smirked.

“I’m so getting you for that later.” You chuckled, taking your toddler's hand walking her over to the pool stairs.

Natasha smiled warmly watching you with your daughters. You and Beth were laughing at Finley’s eagerness to swim. She had tested the waters on the first step and then jumped in swimming to Beth.

“Natty swim!” Finley beamed from your back.

Natasha took off her cover up revealing her bikini. You tried not to stare at how ridiculously good she looked.

“Natty!”

“Oof” Your baby kicked you as she swam away towards the ginger who smiled sweetly at the girl she brought in her arms.

“You’re such a great swimmer, Fin.”

Finley was too busy playing with Natasha’s red hair lightly dipping it in the water then looking at the color change.

“What should you say, Fin?” Beth asked swimmingly towards you.

“Tank you, Natty.” Finley smiled shyly.

“You're welcome!” Natasha smiled back squeezing her a bit.

“Thank you by the way. For letting us be in here.” You chuckled, forgetting your manners.

“Oh no need to thank me. Beth is having a blast.” She nodded towards your oldest who was too busy swimming underwater picking up toys she threw in. “Besides, this one is quickly stealing my heart.” She smiles down at Finley who smiles back. “Where did Quinn go?”

“Oh she went shopping with our friend Brittany.”

“I know it hasn’t even been a week yet, but how are you guys liking it out here?”

“Honestly I’m loving it. Don’t get me wrong I do miss the city, but it’s not too far away, and I do love all the space we have out here. Thor and Val’s gym is down the road. She actually invited Q and I over for dinner.”

“Oh nice!” Natasha nodded.

“Quinn is super excited we don’t have too many lesbian couple friends. Just Britt and Santana, all the others are gay men.” You chuckled.

“You’re gonna love Carol and Val, they're crazy.” Natasha laughs. “You still have so many people to meet. Clint and his family are back and I’m pretty sure the Starks will be back tomorrow. I feel like you and Tony are going to hit it off. Most people either hate Tony or love him; there is no in between.”

You chortled as you kicked your legs in the water.

When you felt a burst of water on your face. You looked over to see Beth giggling.

“Haha so funny get over here you little gargoyle.” You say swimming after her. She let out a squeal as you grabbed her and threw her up in the air back into the water.

“Me too papa me too!” Finley whined.

Natasha moved her to the shallow end before lifting her up and gently dropping her in the water before pulling her right back up.

“Again again! Look papa! Look sister!” Finley giggled.

Beth climbed up on your shoulders cheering as Finley dropped into the water and popped right back up with the help of her best and Natasha of course. “Yayyy Finny!”

“Are you thirsty?” You ask Beth looking up.

“There’s water and juice in the cooler.” Natasha winked.

“I’ll go get them.” Beth said getting out of the pool.

Soon Beth was carrying a few bottles of water handing one to you and Natasha before sharing one with Finley.

“You’re a thirsty little guppy.” Natasha chuckled seeing Finley gulping the water down before gasping for air.

“Natty can I have snacks?” Finley asked, pointing to the tray on the table.

“Of course you want some watermelon?” She asked the toddler.

“Yes pwease.” She said with a nod.

“I’ll get it.” You say getting out of the water. You grab some bowls placing the watermelon Natasha had cut up in each bowl.

You sit down in the water handing Natsha a bowl and taking Fin. You set a bowl aside for Beth who swam up, and you began feeding Finley.

“No papa, I do it.” She shook her head, taking the fork from you.

“She is something.” Natasha giggled.

“Tell me about it.” Beth rolled her eyes playfully.

You chuckled, taking a piece for yourself.

“No papa, I feed you!” Finley huffed.

“Oh okay.” You nodded with a chuckle as she made airplane noises plopping a piece of watermelon in your mouth.

“Hmm.” Finley hummed, nodding with you as you both chew.

You hear Beth and Natasha giggle.

“Are they this way all the time?” Natasha asks Beth.

“Constantly-” She shakes her head as if exhausted, “-but grandma says I’m mom's mini me.” She blushed.

“Oh yes, very beautiful just like your mother.” Natasha smiled sweetly.

“Thank you.” Beth blushed with a shy smile before swimming away.

“Can I ask you something?” Natasha asked softly as you both watched Finley swim towards Beth.

“Hm?” You hummed.

“What was it like? When you found out you were having Beth? I know you were really young and I understand if you don’t want to talk about-”

“It’s okay.” You touch her hand. “We were only 16… We had been secretly dating for a year. Finn was her beard, he understood that Quinn needed an alibi for her father. He was a very religious and strict man.”

“Ah I see..” Natasha nods looking at her feet in the water.

“I’m not bragging but she was head Cheerio.”

“Head cheerio? I’m assuming head cheerleader?”

“Nope.” You shake your head.

“No?”

“Nope Cheerio. You see they weren’t just any cheerleaders. They were National repeat champions. Quinn was on the cover of one the magazine cheerleader. Anyway she just had a reputation to protect. I agreed to it.”

“Ohh.”

“The only people who knew about us was glee club. I remember the night she came to my house. It was the first time we decided to, well you know. When I found out she was pregnant I was so terrified.”

“Of course you were.” Natasha said, taking your hand.

“I was terrified at the thought of being a parent when I was still a kid myself. I was scared that my future was gone, but most of all I was scared of seeing the disappointment on my parents' faces.”

“What did both of your parents say?”

“Well Quinn’s father found out when he threw a small dinner with him and Phillip Avery. Phillip wasn’t the problem, but his daughter Gabrielle was. She always hated Quinn, and well she outed Quinn, and told Quinn’s father that she was pregnant with my baby. Her father lost it. He kicked her out of the house. Luckily Finn was by her side and brought her straight to me. That’s when I had to tell my parents. When I told them, my mother cried for days, and my father wouldn’t even look at me. It wasn’t until Quinn and I went to the ultrasound appointment and brought back pictures and a video that they talked to me. After that they weren’t as disappointed in me anymore, and slowly things got better.”

“That’s terrible that her parents kicked her out.” Natsha sighed.

“Yeah but it was sort of a blessing in disguise. Her mother eventually kicked her father out and divorced him.”

“That’s good, but still you were both 16 that’s so much to take on.”

“What were you like at 16?” You smiled trying to picture her.

Natasha sighed softly thinking back.

“I’m sorry you don’t have-“

“No it’s okay.” Natasha shook her head. “You know how I told you I’m from Russia?”

“Yeah.” You nodded.

“Well my family immigrated over here illegally in the beginning. I came home one day to find that they had been deported back to Russia. I was all alone by myself.”

“What did you do?” You gasp.

“Well luckily my parents had enough time to write me a letter and left me money. I ended up staying with Wanda and her brother. Their parents were deported the same day. Luckily Wanda’s father had purchased his home. So we all had a place to stay, but it was really hard for so long until we got into college. Wanda and her brother got a scholarship and I ended up being noticed by a modeling agent so we all eventually became citizens.” She leaves out the part that technically she isn’t one yet but she will be in 6 months.

“Wow.” You say, shaking your head. “That’s fucking terrible. To be 16 come home only to find your family was taken away?”

“Yeah it was rough for a while.”

“But now you’re here and Wanda is just a house down.” You grinned.

“Yup.” Natasha chuckled.

“What about your family though? What happened to them?”

“Well my mom and dad ended up living outside of St. Petersburg. They have a beautiful little pig farm and Yelena came down on a student visa. I’ve been slowly working on my parents immigration status though. My sister is sponsored by me and the school, but my parents need more time to become citizens.”

“Damn Nat, that's a lot to go through.”

“So is having a baby.” She smirked, nodding towards a giggling Beth who currently had Finley on her back.

“We got through it.” You chuckled bringing her in a side hug.

Natasha hugged you back wondering if she should tell you the rest of her story. Only a handful of people knew about her and Bruce’s deal. They were too scared of the law finding out. She didn’t want to put you at risk so she shoos the thought away; until you asked.

“How did you meet Bruce?”

“I was in a cafe feeling sorry for myself, and he walked up.”

“And then?” You chuckled spurring her on.

“He handed me some tissues and asked if he could join me. We ended up talking all day and then he asked me out on a date.” Natasha says shyly, biting her lip. She’s hoping that’s all you’ll press her for.

“That’s sweet.” You nodded with a kind smile.

“Did you ever date anyone other than Quinn?” Natasha asks, turning the conversation back to you.

“Nope.” You pop the ‘p’ for emphasis.

“Wow, so she’s your first everything then?”

“Hmhm.” You hummed with a nod.

“Hey cutie.” Quinn grinned sexily. She’s donning her long rain coat, her nails were freshly done, which means she’s in lingerie under there.

“Whoa, hello mama.” You smirked as you quickly jumped out of the water.

“Santana and Brittany are taking the kids out for the rest of the day and night.”

“So we’ll have Arlo tomorrow?”

“That’s the plan.” She leaned in to kiss you but your cheek was still wet so she used her fingers. She turned towards Natasha. “Thank you for letting them do this. Very kind of you.” She said wiping your cheek with her coat.

“Oh no problem at all anytime.” Natasha says back.

“Mommy!” Finley yells from Natasha’s arms.

“Yes my love?”

“Comere’!”

“No baby, it's time to get out.”

“No!” She snapped, shaking her head diving back into Natasha’s neck.

“Beth, Princess, come on out and get washed up please. Your Aunt’s are taking you guys out on a surprise tonight.”

Beth picked up all the toys cleaning up her and Finley’s mess.

“No Bethy stay!” Finley whined.

“Fin, don’t you wanna see Arlo?!” Beth asked as she packed up the toys they played with.

“Arlooooo!” She cheered.

“Come on, Fin we gotta get ready.” Beth smiled coming back for her little sister as Natasha got out of the pool with the toddler in her arms.

Beth wrapped Finley in a towel when Finley turned to Natasha kissing her cheek. “Tank you for swimmin’ with me.”

“You’re ever so welcome, sweet girl.”

Finley reached out for her older sister.

“Thanks again Nat.” Beth smiled holding up Finley.

“Honestly.” You grinned, handing her a towel. “It was really nice getting to know you even better.”

“Same.” She smiled, wrapping the towel around her shoulders.

Quinn was helping the kids over the short fence.

Natasha sighed sadly watching you and your family shuffle in your home. She turned, grabbed the empty bowl of watermelon and began cleaning around.

She was finishing up in the kitchen when her phone rang. Furrowing her brows seeing Bruce’s name appear.

“Bruce?” She answered the phone.

“Hey Tasha, my research up here is done, I come back tomorrow.”

“Oh, okay.” She nodded, feeling slightly disappointed. She was sort of hoping she really wouldn’t have to see him until their inevitable divorce.

“If you’re uncomfortable I can maybe take an offer out in Antarctica.”

Natasha briefly considered saying yes, please go to that ice wasteland and get eaten by a polar bear, but alas she doesn’t. “I think I can survive having to be around you.”

“Okay.” He laughs.

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Soon you and the girls were freshly showered and Brittany is now driving away with your daughters and Quinn drags you back inside pushing you on the sofa before walking over to the stereo.

You adjusted yourself excitedly on the sofa. You couldn’t fight the giddy look across your face. Not only did you have fantastic sex that morning, but now your wife is about to give you a strip tease and most likely more sex. You had no idea what you did to deserve this, but you weren’t gonna look a gift horse in the mouth or whatever the fuck that means.

Suddenly Partition by Beyoncé began playing.

Quinn turned taking off her coat belt; revealing what she was hiding beneath that trench coat.

“Hot damn…” You muttered as she dipped down to the beat; tastefully showing off her shoulders. The blonde slowly let the coat drop off her shoulders down to the ground. Revealing her brand new lavender lingerie set.

“Fuck me you’re so sexy.” You bit your lip; gripping the cushions as your wife smirked, dancing for you.

“this all for you, just walk my way

Just tell me how it's lookin' babe, just tell me how it's lookin' babe

I do this all for you baby just take aim”

You tug your shirt off in a desperate attempt to busy your hands and cool your body. Quinn straddled you, placing the rain coat belt over your head behind your neck. She used it to bring you towards her.

“Fuck Quinn.” You chuckled moaning as she tugged on your ear with her teeth. You placed your hands on her ass only for her to shove them back on the cushions.

“No touching.” She smirked.

You grinned as she tugged your shorts down.

She turned in your lap grinding down against you.

You threw your head back relaxing your arms as the blonde’s fingernails scratched your thighs. The head of your dick peaked out of the hole in your briefs.

“Always so hard for me.” Quinn husked.

“Always. You drive me crazy.”

“Show me.” Quinn smirked, turning around in your lap.

“Gladly.” You bit your lip as she used her finger to point down. You grinned slumping down to your back on the sofa as she sat on your tongue.

“Yesssss.” She breathed out gripping the back of the sofa as her juices began dripping down your face.

“Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor

Yoncé all on his mouth like liquor

Like, like liquor, like, like, like liquor”

You were lapping her up like a dog in heat. Her moans grew louder as you slid in two fingers.

Your tongue began spelling her name as she quivered above you. Rocking roughly into your face. You gripped her against you letting her ride out her wave.

“Ohhh fuck!” Quinn moaned, panting as she slumped against the sofa. You panted with a lazy grin looking up at her chest heaving. She reached down, wiping your face with her fingers. She got off of you and you sat back up.

“Driver roll up the partition please”

She brought your meat in her mouth without even touching you.

“Ohhh wow.” You sighed holding her hair up for her.

“Driver roll up the partition please”

Your toes curl feeling Quinn swallow you whole.

“I don't need you seeing 'Yonce on her knees

Took forty-five minutes to get all dressed up

We ain't even gonna make it to this club”

The blonde let you go gasping for air.

“Fuck let me inside.” You groaned as she slapped your hands away.

“No touching.” Quinn smiles, kissing you before turning around lining herself up with your dick.

You watched as her ass twerked against your member. “That feels so fucking good baby. So good. Just like that.” You moaned.

“You like the way your wife takes care of you.” She husked.

“Yes.” You reply too focused on the sensation of her heat gliding up and down.

Quinn gripped your balls lightly.

“Ohh fuuck I’m gonna-”

“You better not Y/N.” Quinn chided.

“But you feel so good baby I’m so close.”

“You better wait for me.” She warned.

You couldn’t not touch her anymore. Your arms instantly wrapped around her holding her against you.

“No touching.” She said.

“Either I get to hold you or I cum; you can’t have both.” You chuckled, kissing her neck feeling her relax against your touch. She took one of your hands guiding it between her legs. Your fingers began their circular motions as she began teetering on the edge.

“Now can I cum with you.” You smirked against her shoulder before biting it.

“Fuck yes oh fuck baby!” She moaned as you both met in a familiar rhythm.

“That’s it, Quinn take my seed.” You grunted pushing into her one final time.

You both panted as you came down. Quinn lifted herself off of you and walked away.

“Where are you going?” You asked furrowing your brows.

“Bathroom; have to pee.” She muttered going into the half bath.

For a moment you wondered if you had done something wrong, but a few minutes later she was running into your arms like nothing happened.

“Let's go out tonight.” You say pushing her hair back.

“Spontaneous date night? Seems a little backwards.” She smirked.

“Why not? Kids are out at a sleepover.” You shrug.

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You placed Ollie's bowl of food down next to his water when he came strolling in from the backyard.

“You always know when it’s dinner time, huh.” You chuckled as he went to the bowl of food.

You lean against the kitchen island when you notice Natasha getting a glass of wine in her own kitchen. Your breath hitches as she notices you. You keep still making it look as if you have been staring at your reflection fixing your hair and then your tie before placing your suit jacket on.

“That was close.” You breathed out a sigh of relief once turned around. You swear you can still feel her eyes on you, but by the time you can find a reason to turn around she’s gone.

“You’re mommy takes forever sometimes.” You chuckled as Ollie looked up at you chewing his food.

“Mommy likes to look good.” You hear Quinn say from the top of the stairs. Wearing what you’re assuming is a new lavender velvet dress.

“Whoa.” You grinned, turning as your wife descended down the stairs.

You helped her down the last step before kissing her cheek. “You look gorgeous Quinn.” You smiled softly, leaning down to kiss her cheek.

“Where are you taking me?” She smiled.

“You’ll see.” You grinned while opening the front door.

“Hmm.” She hummed giving you the look as she stepped over the threshold.

You close the door cursing when it doesn’t instantly lock. “Fucking Hammer tech peice of shit.” You grumble your breath as you lock the door. You look over, noticing Natasha reading on the patio. You waved when you caught her eye. She smiled and waved back watching you as you hurried to the passenger door of the car helping Quinn in. You slid across the hood jumping in the driver's seat.

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You took Quinn to a new sushi spot in the area.

“This is so good.” The blonde hummed while eating a dumpling.

“Very.” You nodded along.

“So how was swimming? I didn’t get to ask you.” She chuckled.

“It was fun. Beth had a blast and Fin has really taken to Natasha.”

“You seem to have too, and I don’t mean that in a negative way.” Quinn gave you a pointed look.

“Yeah, I guess we’re more than neighbors, we're friends.” You chuckled. “You know she told me she’s from Russia when we first met, and yesterday she told me this terrible time when she was a teenager.”

“Go on, you know I love hot goss.” Quinn smirked.

“Well her family was deported while she was out. She was left all alone, Quinn. Can you believe that?”

“That’s terrible.” Quinn shook her head. “I could never leave our girls.”

“Speaking of girls… Quinn?”

“Hmm?” She looked up from her plate.

“I- well I was- I’ve been-“

“Hello all, just wanted to check in. How are we doing over here?” The waiter asked with a cheerful smile. “Need another drink or perhaps an appetizer?”

“No, we're fine thank you.” You smiled nodding.

“Okay.” He nodded before leaving.

“So what were you trying to say?” Quinn asked before eating a piece of sushi.

“Well I’ve been wanting a baby boy or baby in general, but-“

“Y/N, Fin is only 2 years old.” Quinn chuckled awkwardly.

“I know I was thinking maybe after the year is over, or we can just start now if you’d like?” You say taking her hand.

“Right now? Jeez Y/N.” Quinn chuckled once more, taking her hand back.

“I actually really wanted to plan this one.”

“Let’s put a pin in the 3rd baby talk for now.” Quinn smiled sweetly, taking your hands.

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“Which ones do you like for the front?” You asked, pointing towards the rows of flowers you thought would look good.

“Oooh I love them all! Ooh can we have these big elephant ear plants?”

“Sure but they might not fare well outside.”

After some debate among what flowers go in the front you both began mapping out the backyard. Getting seeds that were ready to be planted for tomorrow.

“The girls are going to be so excited! I bet Arlo will too. I don't think Brittany and Santana have ever done something like this with him.”

“He’ll have fun.” You assure your wife as you pay for the goods.

“I just have to say you two are such a good looking couple.” The older woman at the counter smiles.

“Thank you.” Quinn blushed with a sweet smile.

“It’s all her.” You chuckled.

“If you wanna back your car up we can load it up for you.”

“Damn should’ve gone with the truck.” You smacked your lips.

“We can place a tarp down no problem.” A younger boy waved you off.

“Alright, thank you!”

Once all the materials are loaded you tip the boy before taking off towards the house.

Natasha looks up seeing you and Quinn backing up opening the garage.

You get out along with Quinn. When you hand her your suit jacket. “I’ll get the stuff out. Mind taking that inside.”

“Kurt will kill you if you get dirt on that suit.” Quinn chuckled.

“Eh he’s my Rachel Green he will always give me more clothes.” You joke.

“Speaking of Rachel, you wanna watch that new horror show she’s in before bed?” She asks.

‘Seeing Berry get slashed would be a dream.’

“Yeah sure.” You grit. “I'd better change first.” You say taking your suit jacket out of her hands.

You were ruminating on the way up the stairs, Ollie hot on your heels. ‘Why does she always have to find a way to bring up fucking Rachel Berry. I will never get rid of that hobbit.’ You huffed pulling roughly at your tie. Quickly shedding the clothes off and placing on some shorts and a shirt.

“What’s wrong?” Quinn asked, kinking her brow as she leaned against the panel of your closet.

“Nothings wrong.” You say in the chillest tone you could muster.

“Right.” She muttered before walking into her closet.

You quickly walk out hearing her say.

“I don't know why you bother lying to me Y/N. I’m your wife. I can tell when you’re upset.”

You halted your steps before continuing downstairs. You walk out the garage door hearing it beep.

“Fucking Hammer tech.” You tense your shoulders before turning around and putting your fist through the small panel of the wall.

“So this is probably a bad time.” Natasha chuckles, startling you.

“Oh wow, I’m sorry-“ you cringed at the embarrassment of it all.

“Don’t! I should apologize for showing up like this.” She walks up taking your hand looking over your knuckles checking if you needed stitches. “Wow, your hand is fine. I thought for sure you’d have a fracture or something.”

“I used to box a lot.” You say softly as she gently grazes your slightly calloused hand. You clear your throat, taking your hand gently away. “So what can I do for ya Nat?” You opened the trunk carefully taking out the plants. Natasha began helping as she spoke.

“Well I noticed you were in here and thought I’d invite you all over for dinner either tomorrow night or Sunday. I just got a call from Bruce earlier today. He’s coming home and well he’d love to meet you all.”

“Oh sure, it sounds nice. Tomorrow we’ll have our nephew with us. How about Sunday?”

“Sounds good.” She smiled. “Dinner at 6 sound good?”

“Yup.” You nodded.

“So wanna talk about how upset you are? I know it’s not Hammer Tech that you’re pissed off at right now.”

You sighed, rubbing your head. “I’m just being an ass.” You shake your head.

“Hey… what’s wrong?” She said squeezing your shoulder.

“I’m- I think I’m just jealous.” You mutter leaning against the trunk of the car.

“About what?” She smiled.

“Ever heard of Rachel Berry?”

“Uhh no should I have? The name sounds sort of familiar.” Natasha furrowed her brows.

“She’s this girl I went to school with who is pretty famous now. She’s more of a Broadway star but she’s been branching out.”

“Oh yeah you did have a huge collection of her stuff I think that’s where I remember her name.”

“I don’t, Quinn does.”

“Ohh.” Natasha nodded now understanding. “You think Quinn has a crush on her?”

“Yeah.” You nod reluctantly.

“Why don’t you bring it up?”

“I did once and she nearly made me sleep outside, and tonight I brought up wanting to try for another baby-“

“You want another baby?” Natasha asked, eyes widening.

“Yeah.” You smiled sweetly. “Anyway she freaked out and changed the subject.

“Maybe she doesn’t want another?” Natasha cringed.

“But-“

You both grew quiet as the door opened revealing Quinn.

“Was wondering where you ran off too.” She said leaning against the door frame. “Hello Natasha.” She says in the friendliest tone she could muster up.

“Hey Quinn, I was just inviting you guys to dinner on Sunday. Bruce will be back tomorrow and he’d love to meet you all.”

“Told her we’d be there.” You say before Quinn could decline.

She nodded. “Sounds good.” She was upset, it was evident, and Natasha knew she was just waiting for her to leave already.

“Well I better get back. Have a good rest of your night.” Natasha says holding her arm back from reaching out for you.

“I’ll see you Nat.” You give her a sad smile, one that broke her heart as she made herself walk away from you.

It hurts the redheads heart seeing you upset. She didn’t understand how Quinn could just make you this upset and not want to be the one to reassure you that you’re all she needs or wants. She didn’t understand how Quinn wasn’t excited hearing that you wanted another baby. She would do anything to have a baby, to have someone like you as her spouse.

“What is going on with you?” Quinn huffed.

“Nothing.” You say back before leading her back inside and shutting the garage door.

“This is about you wanting another baby.” Quinn says, turning around to face you now in the dimly lit laundry room.

“Quinn drop it.”

“Fine. Thanks for asking if I wanted to spend my last night off next door with the neighbors.” She huffed.

You feel your shoulders tense. She just wants to fight and argue and you’re just tired. You roll your eyes walking away before muttering. “You’re welcome.”

“We were having a great night until now.” She sighed, taking your hand. “What happened?”

You say nothing looking down at the corner of the room. Quinn let go of your hand, bringing her hands up to your shoulders gently massaging them.

“Look, let's just have a smoke sesh, and eat lots of junk food.” She chuckled feeling your shoulders relax beneath her hands.

“We haven’t done that in a while.” You can’t help but smile.

“So you get the weed ready? I put on something funny and grab the snacks?” She grinned.

“Deal.” You chuckled.

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You jolt awake hearing a loud bang. Quinn gasps awake before throwing her hand on your chest.

“What was that?” She asks nervously.

“I think it’s raccoons, Wanda warned me about them. Said half the time it’s just Rocket.”

“Oh…who the fuck is rocket?” She asks sleepily.

“Peter Quills, Racoon.” You whined. “Now let me sleep.”

“The fuck is Peter Quill?” Quinn scoffs, picking up her phone to check the security system the house came with.

“Neighbor.” You grunt.

“Y/N the camera and the lights aren’t working.”

“Babe it’s just Rocket.” You groaned.

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N get your ass up, and go check it out now!” She hissed.

You whined getting up grabbing the bat in the corner before descending down stairs. You can hear something outside. You look out seeing a raccoon trudging through your garbage in the front.

You roll your eyes walking outside barefoot in only your briefs at least you put a tank on.

“Hey asshole!” You hiss, gaining his attention. “Get the fuck out of my trash.”

You and the raccoon turn your heads hearing a whistle.

“Rocket, get your mangy little ass over here!” Peter quill shouted, lifting his hand holding a large coffee tumbler handing it to his wife who was already in the car. “Sorry neighbor!” You figured he was bidding his wife goodbye before she left for her job. You waved sleepily as the racoon ran back to his owner. You closed the lid before hearing.

“Rocket got ya huh? Yeah you gotta keep it in the garage or he’ll find a way.”

You look up seeing the man Natasha told you about.

“Tony Stark.” He grinned, shaking your hand.

“Y/N Y/L/N.”

“No robe for you huh, Skywalker?” He said, patting your Jedi symbol tattoo on your shoulder.

“My wife heard a noise and stupid Hammer tech sucks ass so I had to run out with out one.” You chuckled.

“Yeah Hammer Tech tends to suck ass.” He laughed. “You know Y/N I actually have my own tech company. Stark Industries, we just absorbed ‘Ex-con Security Consultants’ from Scott Lang and Luis Peña. I just came down from a conference. I’d be happy to give you the top of the line product for over half off including installation. I’ll do it myself.” He smiled. “I could even show you some examples. Everyone on the block or rather 20 miles radius has since switched from Hammer to Stark tech.”

“Yeah that’d be great I can tell my realtor to get this shit off my house, and get my money back.” You grumbled.

“I’m gonna install the basics on Monday and then I’ll send my tech Scott over with his guys to finish the complete ‘Ex Con security system’. Scott actually lives on the corner with his fiancé Hope and his daughter Cassie. I am more than sure Beth is Cassie and Morgan’s age. Morgan is my daughter.” Tony smiled.

“I’m sorry how did-“

“Right. Why does this random old man know Beth? Wanda told my wife Pepper who told me.” He chuckled.

“Ahh I see.” You laughed along with him.

“Sorry it’s just you knew Beth’s name already, and it kind of frea-“

“Say no more I would have done the same.” Tony nods.

“Alright Tony it was nice meeting you but I’m going back to bed.” You chuckled, patting his arm.

“Alright I’ll see you Monday for the installation.” He grinned before looking both ways and crossed the street.

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“What took you so long?” Quinn asks, bringing your arm around her as you lay on your side.

“Hmm.” You hummed as you cuddled into your wife. “It was Rocket and I met Tony Stark. He just got in from a conference. Oh and he’s going to install his security system on Monday.”

“Good Hammer tech is terrible. Now hold me tighter.” She muttered before pushing her backside into you. You happily turned on your side cuddling her before both drifted off to sleep.

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It was mid morning when you and Quinn made a large breakfast for your friends.

“That was so good.” Blaine wiped his mouth as Kurt downed his mimosa.

“I swear you two are like the best cooks I know.” Kurt nodded.

Santana and Brittany walked in after saying bye to their son who was running around the jungle gym out back with Beth and Finley.

“Thanks for the breakfast Y/L/N. Now I’m gonna go bang my wife.” Santana smirked slapping Brittany’s ass. “Take care of my son. Also he’s deathly afraid of the dark right now. He will scream bloody murder if you turn off the lights.” The Latina grabbed her wife’s hand quickly leading her out. “Bye suckers.”

“Thanks again!” Brittany managed to say before being dragged out.

“Brit come on!” You can hear Santana who's already halfway to their car.

“I’m coming, I'm coming!”

“Oh you will be!” Santana cackled slamming the door shut.

“I swear they never left the ‘fucking like rabbits’ stage.” Kurt muttered.

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Natasha was placing sheets in Bruce’s room when the doorbell rang. She sighed he had told her he would call when he landed. She took out her phone looking at the doorbell alert Jarvis sent.

She laughed before running down stairs.

“Natasha Romanoff as I live and breathe.” Kurt smiled sweetly; a large garment bag against his back.

“Well hello Kurt, Blaine!”

“I tried to reel in my husband, but once he has his sight set on a project he has to see it through.”

“As I should.” Kurt rolled his eyes.

“Come on in.” Natasha smiled, leading them to her living area.

“My superpower is being able to tell everyone’s size. Will you please try these on for me?”

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Natasha hadn’t felt this way in so long. She had to admit she did miss the days she sported luxurious clothes. Doing perfume ads that made no sense. She took one last look in the mirror before coming out of the bathroom.

“Good God you’re perfect.” Kurt sighed, clutching his heart dramatically.

“Kurt, this gown is beautiful.” Natasha smiled, her hands smoothing down the evening gown.

She modeled a couple more pieces for him before Blaine bagged them up once more.

“Would you be willing to get back in front of the camera?” Kurt smirked. “You see, my new fashion line and shop is opening in a month. It’s literally for everyone and fits every shape and size. Like Y/N will be modeling the suits for me, The unholy trinity will model various things, Rachel will be modeling my petite line and my best friend Mercedes will be modeling my plus size garments, and I have our friend Sam who will be modeling some men’s suit skirts.”

“Oh wow that all sounds very inclusive.”

“Exactly. For decades I’ve been making my own clothes or suits for Y/N. It’s hard shopping as a gay or plus sized person some times, and I want people to feel safe when they shop in my store and confidant when they leave.”

“I’d love to be a part of your journey.” Natasha smiled, taking his hand.

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The boys bid farewell to Natasha before saying bye to you again.

Natasha watched you mixing concrete as she walked over. “Always keeping busy, I see.”

“Hey how’d it go?” You grinned looking up at her.

“Looks like we’re modeling buddies.” She smirked sitting next to you.

“You might have to give me some pointers. I have no idea what I’m doing.”

“Don’t worry you’ll be just fine.” She chuckled. “What are you working on now, Y/L/N?”

“I’m making walkway steps so my grass stays nice.” You chuckled. “Plus I’m gonna do what my grandparents did for me.”

“What’s that?” Natasha asked, sitting next to you.

“They had me and a few of my cousins put our names and handprints on the stones. They’re still there at my grandparents house.”

“That’s really sweet, the girls will love that.”

“And boy, I’ve got my Godson today.” You grinned.

“Getting a feel of what it’s like with 3 kids?” Natasha smirked.

You chuckled, pouring more cement.

“What did she say about that by the way?” Natasha questioned letting her hand hold her up.

“She said put a pin in it.” You sighed.

“Oh.” She said softly. “Did you tell her how you felt about that Berry girl?”

“No.” You said solemnly.

“Y/N you have to talk to her.” Nat nudges you with her shoulder.

“Talking with Quinn is never easy. She always has to be right, always has to have the last word, and as terrible as it is to say this. My wife can be as cold as ice sometimes.”

“What do you think she’s going to say to you if you bring Berry up again?

“She’ll get defensive then start trying to say that I have a thing for someone and I’m just trying to take the heat off of me.”

“I’m sorry Y/N.” She said softly.

“Don't be.” You shook your head.

Natasha was starting to not like Quinn very much. She could understand how she wouldn’t be excited about you wanting to try for another baby. For some women they’d rather not go through that more than once or twice.

Like take Pepper for instance she was always very adamant about never having another baby. Laura on the other hand wanted a home filled with kids. Pepper hated losing her figure, and Laura said there’s something magical about growing a baby inside of you.

However what Natasha didn’t understand was that the blonde seemed to have a wandering eye for a friend you both knew In high school. The redhead didn’t understand how her eyes could be on some short little Broadway diva and not you. Natasha thought maybe she was just being envious, but you seemed to be such a loving and devoted wife and mother; or papa as your kids like to call you. To be honest she wants to call you daddy too.

“Tia Y/N, Tia Y/N!” Arlo burst through the garage door Finley close behind. “Papa!”

“Natty!” Finley smiled, throwing herself on her lap.

“Well hello Finny! I love your power rangers costume.”

“Tanks I’m the white ranger, Tommy. Natty dis is Arlo.” She smiled, taking his hand.

“Hello Arlo.” She smiled sweetly at the young boy. She could tell as clear as day he had his mother’s bright blue eyes and his other mom's hair.

“Hello.” He smiled, shaking her hand.

“What’s going on buds?” You chuckled as he and Finley had on power ranger costumes that Santana bought them.

“Will you play with us?” He asked; extending out a bad guy mask for you to wear.

“I’ll tell ya what, let's finish up this task first, and then I’ll play with you guys for a bit.”

“What’s that papa?” Finley said ignoring what you just said leaving Natasha’s lap to look in the bucket.

“That is cement.”

“But tia Y/N this is cement.” Arlo said furrowing his brows touching the sidewalk.

“You’re right Arlo, this is what it looks like before it dries up.”

“Ohhhh.” He nodded along with Finley.

“There you two are!” Quinn shook her head stepping into the garage lifting the kids up. “Hello Natasha.”

“Hi.” The Russian smiles tightly back by now it was evident that the blonde disliked her, and to be honest Natasha doesn’t like her very much either.

You notice Natasha doesn’t say ‘call me Nat’.

“I’ll go get them changed so you can do the thing.” She chuckled before heading back inside with the kids.

You grab the molding for the cement and place it next to the bucket before you continue to stir.

“Are you excited for Bruce to come back?” You smile.

“Uhh yeah I guess.”

“You don’t sound too excited.”

“We just haven’t been on good terms in a very long time.” She explains.

“Oh.” You say slightly surprised. “Wanna talk about it?”

Natasha dwells on the thought of telling you why she’s actually married to Bruce, but she just couldn’t.

“He's just always absent and with his lab partner Betty all the time.”

“What a Barney, I thought his name was Bruce not Barney.” You chuckled at your dig.

“Wait what?” Natasha giggled.

“You know cause you said he’s always with Betty and Barney is a dummy who doesn’t deserve her?”

“Barney?”

“Come on Barney Rubble? Barney Rubble trouble? The Flintstones?”

“Ohhhh The Flintstones!” She laughed.

“Bruce sounds like a Barney if he’s choosing his lab over you.”

Natasha bit her lip watching you add more cement.

“I always wanted a walkway but I just never got around to it.“

“I can help ya out neighbor.” You winked, giving her a nudge.

“Oh you don’t have to do that Y/N.”

“I don’t mind, plus I have extra.” You grinned patting the bag of cement.

“You’re too kind.” She chuckled.

“I try.” You chuckled.

“Alright go with papa.” Quinn said, opening the door leading the kids out with Beth in tow.

“Hi Nat!” Beth waved.

“Hey Beth!” Natasha smiled warmly.

“Natty look!” Finley stood next to you and Beth showing off her matching outfit.

“You look so cute, little bear.” Natasha looked at the toddler with love.

Quinn inwardly bristled; her family is so taken by Natasha. She tried telling herself to not be so jealous.

“Where did you find that?” You asked, chuckling, you were all wearing Carhartt shirts, an old ‘Burts shop’ cap and jeans.

“Dad, those are all my old clothes.” Beth giggled showing you a picture.

“Oh my wittle princess. You always wanted to be just like papa.” You grinned standing up to pull her in a tight hug.

Natasha giggled at how you melted at the sight of your oldest being a 2 year old again.

“She still does remember when she wanted to just sit in the shop, and watch you guys work on cars.” Quinn smiled, pecking her head. Beth was wearing the exact same thing.

“I miss uncle Finn.” Beth whispered softly.

You and Quinn squeezed her a little tighter. “We do too.” You said back.

The redhead felt like she was now intruding on a family moment. She stood up dusting off her pants. “Well I’ll catch you later.” She said with a wave.

“Actually Natasha, will you take our picture?”

“Aw Quinn.” You whined shutting up after she glared at you.

“Aw mama!” Finley copied your whine.

“Yeah come on Tia Quinn.” Arlo sighed, shaking his head. He was in a matching outfit as well.

“Sure.” Natasha nodded, taking her phone noticing she didn’t have her camera app up. She had a picture of you and Quinn in a very unique position. “Oh wow.”

“Oops wrong app.” Quinn chuckled darkly.

Natasha cleared her throat. She used to have women act this way when she was modeling for Victoria Secret. It just made Natasha highly aware of Quinn’s insecurities. She obviously didn’t feel secure in your marriage.

You furrowed your brows sensing a disturbance in the force. Your wife was being way too sweet and Nat was eerily quiet.

You all take a photo together before she hands the phone back.

“I’ll come by after and lay a walkway down for you.” You say gesturing towards the cement that Finley and Arlo took turns stirring.

“Looking forward to it.”

“Bye Natty!” Finley waved along with Arlo and Beth. Natasha saying bye with a smile before walking away not missing Quinn’s grimace.

Yeah she’s probably going to have fun with this.

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It was late afternoon by the time you and your family finished up with gardening. Quinn was making sure the kids showered while you went next door. You knocked seeing Natasha making her way to the front door through the stained glass window.

“Hey.” She smiled, stepping out.

“Hi.” You grinned. “Where were you wanting the walkway?”

“Whatever you think would look best.” She gestured towards the lawn.

“Alright.” You chuckled.

“Mind if I watch you?”

“Of course not.” You grinned.

“You know I watched you and your family out back a couple times. You all looked so cute I had to.” She smirks, showing you a photo of you teaching your family how to plant a seed.

“That's awesome.” You chuckled seeing a smile on you and your family's faces. “Text it to me please.”

“Done.” Natasha grinned hearing a ding on your phone.

She helped you pour the cement in the molds when she said. “I have to say this you are such a great parent, and spouse. The way your family looks at you, and the way you are with them. It’s sweet.”

“I’m alright.” You chuckled awkwardly.

“I mean it. You are perfect.”

“What?” Natasha asked, noticing your silence.

“Well I left out a key detail about why Quinn and I left the city.”

“Oh… Y/N you don’t have-“

“No it’s okay.. Beth’s teacher Sersi and I became friends. Good friends, that’s all it ever was. We started having dinner together and she’d teach the girls mandarin. Quinn was always working and I barely spent any time with her. Then one night Sersi told me she was in love with me. I was flattered of course; she’s such a kind and beautiful person anyone would be lucky to be with her. Anyway that was the night Quinn decided to come home early and that was the moment Sersi chose to kiss me.”

“She fell for you…” Natasha muttered with a gulp. She can definitely see how Sersi could fall for you. You were sweet, thoughtful, funny, smart, and you loved working with your hands. Natasha internally reeled in her crush on you. The redhead can now understand why Quinn is apprehensive with her. The blonde can tell Natasha is enamored by you.

“It was… I just I- I love my wife. She’s also the only person I’ve been with. So kissing someone else was… Well different.” You furrowed your brows in thought.

“Yeah I’d say.” Natasha smiled letting a small chuckle escape.

“Anyway Quinn lost it and Sersi yelled right back at her about how Quinn doesn’t deserve me. Anyway after it all happened. Quinn wanted to move us out of the city and cut back on working in the office. Sersi moved back to London and I haven’t heard from her since.”

“Have things actually gotten better since Sersi?”

“Well Quinn goes back to work on Monday. So we’ll see how she handles working again.”

“Is it terrible I really wanna know what Sersi looked like?” Natasha but her lip wanted to lighten the mood.

“No cause I’ve been wondering what Bruce looks like.” You chuckled right back.

“You get to meet him tomorrow. He comes back tonight now his flight got delayed.” Natasha nudges you with her shoulder taking out her phone. “Is this Sersi?” She asked, showing you a photo of the woman on Instagram.

“Uh yeah how’d you-“

“I went through your friends list until I found her.” She smirked. “She’s beautiful.”

“Yeah.” You say nodding along. “So kind and patient too. She loved Beth so much. I should have known she was into me. She was single and spent all her time with me and the kids.”

“You are married and considered her a friend, you did nothing wrong.” Natasha said, patting your back. It took a lot of self restraint to not pull you in a hug. “Besides, if it makes you feel any better it looks like she moved on.”

“Really?”

Natasha’s heart warms at the smile on your face.

“Hmhm his name is Dane.” She turned her phone showing a photo of Sersi and Dane eating ice cream on a double decker.

“That makes me feel better. Happy even. She deserves the best.” You chuckled.

“You have a really kind heart, Y/N.”

“Eh” you shrugged. “I’m alright.”

“You just made a walkway for me after spending all day working outside. That’s just one example of why I know you’re a morally good person, and a great dad as Beth would say.”

“Got all of that in less than a week, huh?” You chuckled sitting back on her steps as the cement dries.

“I’m a bit of a human polygraph.”

“Ahh very intuitive I see.” You kink your brow. “Well what do you think of us so far?”

“I think Finley is the cutest little thing. She’s just like you, and Beth, she's got the best of you and Quinn.”

“And Quinn?” You ask after a few beats of silence.

“I don’t have a good read on her yet.” Natasha says hoping you won’t press for more.

“Well maybe tomorrow night you will.” You grinned. “Should I bring anything?”

“Nope, I’ve got it. You just bring yourselves.” Natasha smiled warmly.

“Alright.” You grinned standing up to gather your materials. “I met Tony around 5 AM this morning.”

“Let me guess Rockett got you.” She smirked, taking your hand as you helped her up.

“Yup.” You huffed. “One good thing came out of it Tony is gonna take off the Hammer tech I have on the house and install his system.”

“That's great!” She grinned.

“Yeah.” You chuckled.

“Thank you for doing this.”

“Anytime.” You smiled.

“Here.” She muttered, taking your hand leaving a couple hundred in your palm.

“Nat no.” You chuckled, pushing it back in her hands.

“Yes, for fixing my bike and making this pathway.” She smiled, holding your hands to keep the money in your palms.

“You’re repaying me with dinner tomorrow night.” You grinned pushing back.

“I invited you, it wasn't for repayment.” Natasha shook her head pushing right back.

“Nat-”

“Y/N I’m not gonna budge so you might as well take it.” The redhead squeezed your hands before backing away.

“Nat, I don't need your money. You’re my neighbor and I consider you a friend now. I take care of my friends.” You say holding it out.

“Y/N.”

“Nat.” You kinked your brow. You chuckled after a minute of her emerald eyes staring you down. “Just so you know I’m dynamite at a staring contest.” You began broodily staring right back.

The redhead tried not to smile as she looked into your eyes. She felt herself falter the moment your eyes locked onto hers. Your eyes were beautiful. She swore she could see them sparkle. You went up one step towering over her once again. You could smell her, you were so close. She smelled hints of moisturizer, shampoo, and perfume.

“You always smell really good.” You muttered causing her to break and laugh.

“It’s called showering and moisturizing.” She grinned. “Maybe try it sometime?”

“Ouch.” You chuckled, before taking a step down.

“I’m kidding you don’t smell.” she laughed.

“The damage is done so I guess I’ll be leaving.”

“Oh!” Natasha sang.

“Ayyy!” You chuckled.

You both laughed when a car drove up pulling up to the curb.

“What’s wrong?” You say looking at Natasha.

“It’s Bruce he was supposed to tell me when he was heading in.” Natasha looked down at her phone. Bruce had texted her an hour ago. “Oh he did.”

You turned seeing an older guy climb out of a Tesla as the driver handed him his bags.

“Hi Tasha! Oh nice you got someone to do the pathway!” He grinned walking up avoiding the wet cement.

You tilted your head a bit if it was you and Quinn there would be lots of hugging and kissing right about now.

Natasha seems to have noticed because she brought him in a hug. He pecked the top of her head before bringing her to his side.

“Bruce, this is Y/N our new neighbor.”

“Ahh the Y/L/N’s were having dinner with you guys tomorrow.” Bruce nodded, remembering extending his hand. “It’s nice to meet you Y/N welcome to the neighborhood.”

“Thanks, nice to put a face to the name.” You chuckled he wasn’t what you pictured at all.

“How much were you thinking $500?”

“Oh whoa no I’m alright thanks.” You held up your hand as if to stop him.

“Come on, it's the least I could do.”

“She’ll take it.” Natasha smirked, taking the cash and stuffing it in your pocket with a wink.

“Thank you.” You gulped, she just gave you extra money for no reason other than to screw over her husband.

“What she says is law.” Bruce joked, holding up his hands in defense.

“I’m starting to pick that up.” You smiled looking at her as you reached down to grab your materials. “Let it dry for a few days.”

“What’s a few days?” Bruce questions.

“3?” You and Natasha shrugged.

“Ohh jinx!” You pointed.

“I guess I owe you a soda of your choosing.”

“Sweet you can give it to me tomorrow night.” You winked nearly making her knees buckle. “Have a good night.” You say as you walk away. Bruce was nothing at all as you had imagined. You thought he must have been some handsome genius. You also did not expect him to be older than Natasha. It was so obvious he didn’t deserve her. You shook your head not wanting to already have a preconceived notion when you get to know him tomorrow night. Instead you focused on the smile on your family’s faces when you walked in.

“Here babe sit down, take a shower after you really need to eat.” She kissed your lips pushing your chair in for you and making you a drink and a plate.

“Thanks love.” You say kissing her softly.

“Hey papa.” Finley says eating her food.

“Hm?” You hum while having a sip.

“I lub you.”

“I love you too Jr.” you chuckled feeling your heart wanting to explode with love.

“I lub you too Tia Y/N.” Arlo smiled.

“Hey me too.” Quinn smirked, gesturing with her thumb and index finger.

“Samesies.” Beth laughed.

“I love you guys so much!” You squealed, making them laugh as you tickled Finley.

Yeah you were really fucking lucky.

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gemini-sensei · 1 year

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Speaking of Yasmine, What about the first time Yasmine ever took Reader's strap? Like she's super cocky acting like she's all bad but then she's sliding down Reader huge strap and she goes stupid. All red in the face with tears babbling on that she doesn't know if she can take all of it.

News flash, she does and her eyes roll back the minute she bottoms out and it hits her cervix.

Yasmine x Fem!Chubby!Reader

CW: use of toys, kind of mean/dom reader, cervix poking. (unedited)

Fucking delicious idea! Honestly love writing for Yasmine.

She was so cocky going into it, she thought that it would be nothing. She looked at the dildo Reader pulled out and scoffed. Piece of cake.

However, those thoughts are long gone once she's actually speared on the thick strap. She hardly has half of it in her cunt before she comes to a stop, babbling about how it's too big. Her pussy lips are wrapped around the veiny fake cock, stretched thin as she feels like she's being split in half. There's no way it's going to fit!

"I don't know if I can take the whole thing," she pants. She's leaning back, holding onto Reader's thighs as she tries to sink down on the big toy. Her fingers are digging into the fat of her girlfriend's thighs, nails pinching her skin. "I can't take it."

"But I thought you said it would be easy," Reader teases.

"It's too big," Yasmine insists, but still tries to wiggle her hips down.

Reader smirks as she watches, Yasmine's clit pulsing as she stretches herself out. She slides her hands up her smooth thighs and takes hold of her hips, massaging them gently, loving how small they are. Yasmine fits perfectly in her hands, like she was made for Reader.

"Want some help?" she asks in a faux pouty tone.

Yasmine whimpers, mind hazy because the veins on her girlfriend's fake cock are rubbing against her g-spot. She nods, becoming pouty because she couldn't take the dick all on her own. Then she whines as Reader tightens her grip on her hips.

In the next instant, she's slamming Yasmine down on her strap and making her squeal. She pulls her back up onto the bring her back down on the toy, repeating that motion until she's taken it to the thick base. Her poor pussy is pulsing and clenching around the toy as she babbles nonsense, nails digging small crescent shapes into Reader's thighs.

But Reader doesn't stop there and continues to bounce Yasmine on her thick cock. She smiles the whole time, watching as she fucks her pretty blonde girlfriend stupid. She whines and cries, slick drooling out of her cunt and down Reader's fake balls, soaking her own hips and thighs. Her harness that digs into her pudge is all wet and a little slippery, but doesn't slow her down as she pounds Yasmine.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," she squeals, moaning as she's jostled up and down. Her tits are bouncing hard, acting as further entertainment for Reader. "You-you're hitting s-so deep! My-my-"

Her eyes roll up as she can't get the words out. All she can do is let herself get fucked on a big fat dildo.

"What is it, Yas? Tell me," Reader taunts.

Yasmine shakily brings her hand to her lower belly, trying to recount the words. She can't think, her body riddled with pleasure. Her whole being is being rocked and she can't fathom speaking in that moment.

"Tell me, baby! Tell me!"

"My cervix!" Yasmine finally shouts, whining as she's being battered. As if the head of the dildo is trying to ram into her deepest depths. "Y-You're hitting my cervix!"

Her belly tightens up. Just saying it out loud makes it all the more tantalizing and real. Tears start to pool in her eyes and she knows she's going to come all over Reader's strap. She does everything to keep herself up right, holding onto her girlfriend's thighs as she leans back.

"Please please please please!" she mewls.

Reader loves it, revels in it. She reaches down and starts rubbing fast little circles into Yasmine's swollen, needy clit. "You're gonna come, aren't you? Come from me fucking your little hole? 'Cause you like my big fat cock ramming into your cervix, don't you? Don't try to hide it, I know you do! You love it, Yas! You love my fat strap!"

"I do! I do love it!" Yasmine moans, then cries out as she comes hard. She squirts, coating Reader's pudgy soft belly with her wetness. Everything is shaking, from her tired arms to her weak thighs; she's almost vibrating on the cock as she comes. She chants her girlfriend's name as does, tears spilling down her flushed cheeks.

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theotheroccassionalfanficwriter · 3 years

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I have a request! So Reader is curious about what Zhongli was like during the Archon war so Zhongli gives them a dream (With consent of course) where they meet Morax and reader gets fucked by him. Also Zhongli is watching too. If he manifests in the dream to join in or not is up to you.

This was the hardest fic I wrote so far because I had to think if I'd go for two dicks Zhongli or not. So anon, and everyone else, please suspend your disbelief in this fic. Yeah 4 cocks might be too much for one hole but listen as the new adage says "If there's a hole, there's a way!"

Sweet Dreams Are Made of This

Summary: A simple question borne out of curiosity leads you to experience a side of Zhongli that no historian had never even thought of.

It started from an innocuous question, one borne from curiosity and genuine desire to know more about him.

“What were you like, during the Archon Wars?” You had asked, the midday sun shining brightly through the bamboo leaves on the roads of Qingce.

Your hair fluttered in the soft winds, your silver bell tinkling with each step you took as it fluttered from the sides of your sash.

“Unpleasant” He had answered after a beat, he stopped observing you and looked forward, blankly staring at the road as he remembered the way he was.

Just as cold and as unfeeling as the rocks he had come from.

“Hmmm…”

Your curious tone became on the receiving end of his inquisitive look. You smiled at him, gentle and just shy of being embarrassed, “I think, you would have no patience for my usual antics. Had you been unfortunate enough to have met me then.”

“Perhaps,” Zhongli agreed but silently he thought, ‘I would have still come to like you.’

You laughed at his agreement, oblivious to his silent thoughts, “Ah~ but I feel like I would have so much fun teasing the version of you during the Archon Wars.”

“I bet you were so uptight during that time, like a stick in the mud!” You continued in playful banter, “I’d probably be the first person who’d get you so mad you’d be red in the face!”

Zhongli found amusement in the triumphant tone you held, your tone just as excited as it was when sharing theories with Miss Alice. Zhongli found comfort in that, the knowledge that even at his most scariest, and most unpleasant point in his life, you would be fond of him.

“Zhongli, do you think that if we met back then we’d be as close as we are now?” You asked him, “personally, I think that we wouldn’t be. I don’t think I would have been able to survive the aftermath of the Archon Wars.”

Zhongli paused in his walking, his joy washed away in your rationality.

“What makes you so sure of it?” He asked, ‘I would have protected you.’

You gave him a soft smile, “We wouldn’t have gotten along, I would probably punch you in the face. And then you’d get mad for the disrespect.”

Your laughter rang in his ears, as if mocking his sentiments even if he knew that your words held a modicum of truth in it. Back then, he had no qualms on dirtying his hands, no matter how gentle he tried to be, he never wavered in face of difficult decisions, always choosing the best option that would lead to victory.

How would he have reacted to you, who fought and found answers beyond what was given, always seeking a third option that would ensure a happy end. You were not meant for war, your ideals and kindness would have no place in those cruel times.

Even so, Zhongli wanted to prove you wrong.

“Then, shall we place a bet?”

“A bet?” You asked, eyes glinting in anticipation of a boon.

“Yes. I shall give you a dream, of sorts, that can transcend through time.”

“Ooooh~! Another one of those adepti arts, I presume?”

“Yes. I would let you meet the version of me before the height of the Archon Wars” Zhongli began to explain, “then if we manage to be as close as we are now, I have won the bet. If that version of me ends up loathing you, I acquiesce to your belief.”

“And what do I get if I win?” You asked.

“Whatever you wish for” He answered, eyes shining bright like cor lapis.

“Deal.”

The golden leaves of the gingko trees fluttered as it fell down to the ground. Morax sat on one of the edges on the numerous outcrops of Qingyun Peak. It was a rare moment of peace, there was no imminent danger that needed to be quelled. Liyue was in momentary peace. He sighed and let himself relax, enjoying the solitude up until he heard the soft sound of someone landing nearby.

In an instant he appeared before a human who wore strange clothing. He pointed his spear at them, “Speak, why do you trespass on the grounds of the Adepti?”

“Huh?” You blinked at him, slowly getting up as you patted the grass and dust off your clothes, “Damn, Zhongli wasn’t really kidding when he said you were too wounded up.”

Morax frowned at your impudence, “Mortal, that is not the way to speak to the Prime Adep-”

You raised your arm towards him, interrupting him as you offered, “Osmanthus wine! I’ll share it with you if you don’t get mad at me!”

Your wide smile, warm and inviting made him uneasy. An unknown feeling bursting in his chest as he stared into glinting eyes.

“Impudent” He said before moving to capture you and bring you down the mountain.

Despite moving at a speed impossible for a human to match, you had effortlessly evaded his hands. Your laughter rang loudly in the open field, teasing and amused. Zhongli frowned and quickly gave chase and yet you eluded him, teasing him by purposely letting him almost grab the hem of your sleeves only to speed up at the last possible second before appearing far away from him in another direction.

Frustration building up, Zhongli decided to use his geo to block your path, slowly studying your moves so as to anticipate where you would move. It went on and on, erecting stone steeles to block your path until you were caged and nowhere to run.

“Uwaa~” You panted, a mild tone of complaint seeping into your voice“How come you can’t even have tenderhearted feelings for this weak human?”

Morax frowned at your blatant lies, “No human would be able to match the speed and energy of an adepti the way you do.”

You gave him an amused smile, sweat dripping down your face, “That you’ve met. Have you ever made it out of Liyue?”

Morax didn’t answer, stony gaze boring down on you.

“Aiya~ what a tough crowd…” You trailed off and yet the smile on your face never wavered, “but if you keep up such an attitude towards me~ I’ll win the bet and have an adepti answer my whim~”

“What tricks have you done, mortal!” Morax pointed his spear at your throat.

Your smug look never wavered, “Ahahaha, I did no tricks Lord Adeptus~”

“Lies!” He denounced, “What sort of charm did you use to seduce one of my own?!”

“Seduce?” You blinked at him owlishly before a wide grin broke out on your face, “Oh, oh! You think I’m seductive?”

You pushed his spear away, sauntered to him, pressing your chest close to his, arms wrapping on his neck. With a voice dripping in honey and seduction, you whispered in his ear, “Does Lord Adeptus find me pleasing to his taste? Would you like to have a taste of me?”

Your lips moved to his exposed thoat, kissing the apple of it. Morax felt some sort of stirring within him, convinced that you had placed him in a trap, he pushed you off unconsciously gentle with his grip, “What sort of spell have you casted?!”

Your laughter, soft and oddly fond, made him uncomfortable. A feeling that he could not name settling in his bones. His chest was warm as he stared on the way the soft afternoon light shone on you, casting you in warm orange light as you laughed uncontrollably.

“No spell, just utterly charming in your eyes” You answered, fluttering your eyelids and gracing him with a smile he often found among the numerous brothels on Chihu Rock.

“Shameless!” He admonished as he took out a talisman and withit binded you.

“Oh~ How kinky~” You said with amusement as if you felt no danger.

‘Foolish mortal’ Morax thought privately as he pulled you along to begin the trek down the mountain only to stumble upon your next words.

“Does Lord Adeptus plan to have his wicked way with me then? Bring me somewhere secluded and show me the might of his jade pillar?”

“You! You! You!” Morax found himself at loss for words.

“Adepti would never stoop to such a barbaric act!”

“Oh” Your disappointed voice only served to confuse him, until you uttered your next accursed words, “I wouldn’t have minded if it was you~”

A wink sent his way accompanied by the odd motion of your lips had his face beet red. It was the first time he had ever suffered such a loss. Embarrassment gave way to anger when he heard your laughter, his hand moved to curse you until another voice stopped his movements.

“Must you resort to such means, to win our bet?”

Your smile brightened up as you saw Zhongli walk in the clearing, wearing his archon clothes. His hair swayed in the wind, gentle smile plastered on his face despite the chiding tone of his voice.

“But the appeal of having you indebted to me was too much to resist!” You answered with a jovial grin that made Morax pause.

“More of you?” Morax asked with great annoyance until he realized how much similarity he had shared with the new “guest”.

A split second was all it took before you found yourself encased in Zhongli’s familiar arms, his strong shield surrounding you both as Morax’ vortex vanquisher hit the shield. You blinked, slightly rattled but still relatively calm as if you weren’t just about to be skewered by the Lord of Geo.

“Are you alright?” Zhongli asked, concern evident but you remained staring at Morax.

“Zhongli~ I’m starting to understand why you think I’d get along with this version of you!”

You grinned, eyes no longer glinting with plastic curiosity. Zhongli sighed and resigned to whatever consequence would be the outcome of your action.

It took several terse talks between Zhongli and Morax to draft an acceptable contract between the two of you and Morax. All of it just to accompany Morax in his day to day life. Zhongli found himself frequently being on the receiving end of a spear, or in some cases a glower from the amount of times you had teased his stubborn and unpleasant past self.

However, Zhongli could not deny that this version of him was growing fond of you, soft even, with the way Morax would occasionally gently steer you away from the geo vishaps or the rare times he would bring you to Azhdaha to play with the large geo dragon.

Though this soft moment would always, almost, be followed by your teasing. Zhongli wasn’t even spared from your flirtatious remarks though he did have the advantage of knowing you longer, thus he was able to render you speechless more often than not when compared to Morax. But from the past few days, Zhongli could see how Morax was learning and he knew that it would only be a matter of time before you would be rendered speechless by Morax as well.

Thus, the three of you spent the days in simple fun, getting to know each other, sharing battles and each moment Zhongli spent observing how you acted with Morax brought him some sort of warmth, happiness at your acceptance and your rationality during such troubled times. It was true that your kindness would not have survived but Zhongli could see that if you truly had lived in this time, your kindness would have just taken another form, adapting and yet remaining all the same.

You were a safe haven, for him, for Morax, and for those who met you in this troubled times. A human who stubbornly remained kind, who audaciously declared that even Celestia could be wrong. This side of you that remained hidden in the present times, flourished like a well cared for silk flower.

Therefore, it really should not have surprised him to see Morax begin courting you, not that you noticed, and yet it did. Surprise and discontent warring inside him, both claiming that you were his and one discrediting his former self. He figured that the same thing was most likely happening with Morax, from the dangerous glint in the other’s eye when he drew close to you or held you by the waist.

Somewhere between teasing Morax and having Zhongli recount his past through the various strolls you took in Liyue Harbor, you noticed the almost possessive way Morax would act towards you, the barely kept aggressiveness directed to Zhongli whenever he would care for you or the occasional soft growls towards threats you didn’t even notice.

It was fascinating to watch him, and you made no secret of it. So a part of you couldn’t help but blame yourself for provoking a dragon. Really, what sort of person says, “I can take you” to a god of war?

“Me, apparently” You thought with great regret and annoyance as you found yourself benign subjected to the intense bedroom look of Morax.

“Can you?” Morax purred, eyes glinting with something primal and you can’t help but be entranced.

You have always been drawn to beautiful and dangerous things.

In contrast to his predator smile, his kiss was gentle but no less passionate than your previous lovers. Morax’ grip on your body was firm but gentle, bringing you close to his rock hard body. You gripped his clothes as you opened your mouth wider, letting his inhuman tongue explore your mouth.

In the privacy of his abode, you didn’t hesitate to tangle with him. Battling for dominance in the bed, a passionate dance of desire that had the dragon in him purring in delight. Morax bit your neck and you moaned in pleasure before making the split decision to bite him back.

Your clothes were askew, private parts exposed to the cold air and you returned the favor to Morax. His hair was untied and his thick cocks sprung out as soon as your hands pulled down his pants. In a fluid movement, you easily took both of his cocks inside your mouth.

Morax, who had never experienced such a thing, felt his heart quicken just as his arousal rose once more. It was a testament for his new found feelings towards you that he let his guard down and lost himself to the sensation of your tongue and mouth as it sucked him off. His hand clasped the back of your neck and held you still as he began fucking your mouth.

Your moans of pleasure made wonderful vibrations that intensified his arousal, drool dribbled down on the side of your lips as you slowly lost yourself to the haze of pleasure. His bed shook with each vigorous thrust that hit the back of your throat, he stilled inside your mouth, his cocks managing to not make gag as it spilled thick loads of cum down your throat.

Morax smirked at you and you smiled back, lazy and challenging. He laid you on the bed, body naked as the day you were born. Despite his recent orgasm, his cocks were still erect and throbbing, you bit your lip in anticipation.

Legs spread wide, exposing your hole that was calling out for his cocks with each twitch that was visible in Morax’ eyes, you were the picture of desire. Morax swore as soon as he plunged his cocks inside your tight and warm hole, you moaned feeling as if you had ascended to Celestia itself when his cocks stretched your hole. The burn, a mixture of pleasure and pain.

He moved slowly, coaxing you with sweet words as you cried out in pain and pleasure until the only feeling left was pleasure. For all of his inexperience, Morax was good at reading people and body language, and yours was the easiest he had read. It took him barely a minute before he was able to accurately tell which parts sent you to a high, which part of you brought forth more arousal.

He sucked on your tits as he thrusted into you, hitting your sensitive spot that had you moaning and begging his name. Your lustful moans felt more devoted than any other prayer he had received from his people. Your kisses felt more divine than any offering he had ever tasted.

If there had been another way to reach Divinity, Morax had no doubt that making love with you was one of them. Each touch from you sent his body aflame, each call of his name made him feel more of a god that he wasn’t.

Oh! How he wanted to drown in you for eternity until erosion came for him. He wanted you in all the ways he never understood, each particle of his cell calling out to yours, and Morax felt it too much so he poured each and every emotion you made him feel in fucking you. He fucked you as if to brand himself in you in all the ways that matter. He plunged his cocks inside you again and again, bringing you countless orgasms as you submissively let him maneuver your body however he wanted.

He fucked you from behind, thrusting hard enough to leave marks on your buttocks, spilling his seed again and again without stopping his thrusts as you came again and again.

He fucked you sideways, spreading your legs high and wide, as his mouth kissed and bit your neck, his hand pinching and twisting your nipples while his cocks slid in and out of your hole that was overflowing with his seed. He broke you apart with each round and mended you over and over again until you lost count of the times you came.

Both of you were so focused on each other that neither of you noticed the arrival of Zhongli.

And what a sight it was to behold, the way your body contorted in half as he watched Morax impale you with his cock again and again, the scent of sex heavy in the air. Zhongli felt his cock stir, quickly hardening as the lewd sounds of flesh clapping echoed loudly, he moved slowly as he divested himself of his clothes until he reached the side of the bed just as you and Morax laid on the bed, panting from the most recent orgasm.

He observed your body seeing the marks and bruises that littered it on top of the numerous drying flecks of cum on your skin. He swallowed his saliva and spoke,

“Perhaps there is room for one more?”

And your smile, inviting and sparkling at the thought of another challenge, made him breathless and helplessly fond of you all over again. The continuous and seemingly never ending cycle of him falling for you over and over again was one he would never tire of.

“Why don’t you come over and see for yourself?” You said, positioning yourself to lie on Morax as you spread your legs once more, hands going to your hole and spreading it for Zhongli to properly appreciate.

You felt Morax’ cum dribble down just as you felt his displease growl.

“I bet I can take the two of you at once”

There was no such thing as a medicine for regret, and it was one you had no need for. Not when two predatory glint brought you to a new height of pleasure.

Zhongli’s thrust was just as hard if not rougher than Morax, as if he was releasing centuries of frustrations to your abused hole, not that you were complaining. You were already lost to the pleasure of their cocks filling you and stretching you, all semblance of rationality thrown away as you begged for their cocks.

Zhongli’s cocks fucked your hole, easily slipping in and out from the cocks it had been receiving from Morax, Zhongli’s cocks were thicker but shorter when compared to Morax. Despite that his skillful thrust had you clamping and twisting as your mouth busied itself with Morax’ cocks.

Between the two of them, not a single part of you remained untouched. Your body was stained with their love, their marks littering every inch of your skin, their hands leaving bruises on your skin as you sank deeper and deeper into them. The overpowering scent of cum filled your senses as Zhongli and Morax threw away their rationality and began to fuck you like beasts in heat.

The fact that you could take them both at once, was proven true, with the way your holes relentlessly sought their cocks, how you ignored your bruised knees just to get into a better position for them. And it pleased them terribly, made them want you more. To make you theirs permanently and for as long as they breathe. It made them fuck you harder, just to reach deeper inside you, spilling their thick cum inside you until it over flowed.

You moaned, joy mixing with pleasure as you came just as they filled you to the brim. White spots filling your vision until you finally passed out. Your body remained responsive, your hole twitching as Zhongli continued fucking you through your orgasm.

Morax grinned, animalistic, as he took his cocks and smeared the remaining cum on your lips and then spreading it on your face, “You really could take us both at once.”

His cum spilled from the slight gap in your mouth, his thumb gently pushed it back inside before he turned to Zhongli, “Shall we see if they can take all of our cocks in one hole?”

Zhongli stilled as he spilled more of his cum inside, then he answered, “Let’s see how long it takes before they wake up as well.”

The two of them worked together, loosening your hole until it was able to fit four cocks inside, your walls spasmed with every thrust as your let out unconscious moans with the immense amount of pleasure from having four cocks inside you. Your unconscious and limp body was sandwiched between Zhongli and Morax, your nipples played with until it was sore and overly stimulated. The two of them didn’t stop fucking you until your stomach was filled with their cum, their cocks repeatedly penetrated you, thrusting inside you again and again until they had their fill.

Their cum created pools of semen on the bed sheets, some of it on the floor when the two decided to switch positions, trying out different positions with your unconscious but eager body until they were satisfied. By the time you woke up it was already afternoon of the next day, your body utterly sore from all the sex it went through.

You blinked and realized that there was someone sleeping beside you, a quick glance on the side and you recognized Zhongli, ‘The dream must have already ended’ you thought as you slowly got up from the bed.

Except your legs could barely stand, making you fall into the floor in a flash. You blinked, your mind not registering the pain but instead focusing on the feeling of something warm dripping down from between your thighs.

“Are you alright?” Zhongli asked, the vestiges of sleep clinging on his eyes, as he frantically assisted you back to the bed.

His torso was filled with scratches and bite marks. You flushed with embarrassment as you recognized the marks you left on him.

“I-just what happened after I passed out?”

“The first or the second one?”

“?”

Zhongli smiled tenderly at you, “It’s alright if you can’t remember, I’m sure another round would jog your memory.”

Like a magic trick, his words had your hole eagerly twitching with anticipation. Coyly you lied back on the bed and spread your legs, showing him your glistening, cum filled hole.

“Perhaps” You agreed with a seductive smile, “I’m sure I can take you well.”

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cloudenthusiast2 · 3 years

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To be a human - Scaramouche x reader - Part 5

You knew committing to a relationship with Scaramouche would be no easy task but you loved him dearly and unlike others, you believed he wasn't evil. But as a mortal and the devoted protector of your village you were too much of a good person, too much of a human compared to him and your differences slowly start to show.

Previous: Part 4

Length: not too long:)

Trigger warnings: blood, fighting

You slowly opened your eyes.

The clouds that were orange and pink not so long ago now had turned dark along with the sky.

You've just realised how long you have been sitting on the cliff.

The chilly weather suddenly felt genuinely cold and a shiver ran down your spine. You wore light clothes not suited for a night in Liuye's mountains.

'I should start heading back' you thought. But you didn't move.

A few days have passed since Scaramouche left but it still felt like the wound he caused was wide open. You avoided every interaction with others and luckily they were considerate enough to let you be. No one gave you requests or tasks, they dealt with their problems themselves so you could be alone for a while.

A little guilt stung your chest. You said you would always protect them yet you were selfish enough to only think about yourself for days.

On the other hand, you also felt a little burnout. You still loved the village as much as you used to - maybe even more, now that it was the only thing left that you cared about - but you didn't want to go back to your previous way of living. Even though Scaramouche wasn't a part of your daily routine, everything felt so empty without him. Just thinking about him made you smile any time and you could always look forward to his visits. And when he was actually there, he made everything feel shiny and wonderful.

He sure was the grumpiest man but that just made his soft moment worth even more. How delighted you felt when he laughed at your stupid jokes or gave you a smile that wasn't teasing or (too) smug. When he first held your hand you couldn't stop grinning for days.

You let out a quiet chuckle as you remembered your beautiful memories together. For a few seconds the grief was gone with your smile but when it finally faded away the sorrow became even sharper in your heart.

But it actually wasn't that painful any more. It still hurt really deeply but now you could at least think of the benefits of the new situation.

Something that you always hated about being with Scara was that the village lived in a low-key but constant fear. They were all afraid of the fatui. And for a good reason, as you realised after their last visit.

Now you could at least keep them more safe. They didn't have to be afraid of your lover and his power any more.

You stared at the dark sky one last time then shook your head. You stood up, getting ready to head back to the village but your mind was still invaded by thoughts of Scara.

The rocks under your shoes jingled as you took a step forward.

Another step, another sound of them tinkling together.

Another step and a scream.

You flinched and immediately glanced at the rocks. But they weren't the ones making the desperate sound.

You stared in front of you, your mind numb and empty without any thoughts.

Another scream. Human voices strengthening and getting louder and louder in the distance.

You looked up slowly, turning your gaze to where the village was. It was pitch black. Until red dots started lighting up.

'Oh no' you whispered to yourself.

The realisation hit you and your whole body froze for a moment.

'Oh no. Oh no, oh no, oh no...'

You finally moved, grabbing your polearm off your back. Then you started running.

There was no time to safely climb down on the mountainside. You threw yourself off the cliff, slashing through the cold air and landing on your weapon. Running and jumping again like your whole life depended on it.

It probably did. The village was the only thing you wanted to live for after Scaramouche left.

Terrible guilt stabbed your heart. You couldn't believe you neglected the place and people you once swore to protect. You couldn't believe you actually forgot about them and selfishly only cared about your wounds even though they needed you.

And now they were attacked.

Fear crawled up on your spine as you jumped up from a cliff. You were pretty close to the village now.

Out of breath, you heart beating at a crazy speed but you were ready to take any monsters down.

You landed on your spear, slipped and fell painfully. But you were up on your feet in a blink of an eye, sprinting again.

The village was in a worse situation than you had imagined.

You ran through the gates and stopped, looking around to see where your help was needed the most.

It was needed everywhere.

Your eyes grew wide open.

The houses were on fire, burning and lighting up the night. People were running around in chaos, monsters chasing them. Abbys mages sent whole blaze bombs after them. They set everything on fire.

An abandoned child crying on the stairs. Her father fighting a mitachurl with a single hack. Mothers desperately trying to find their family.

The blood red flames reflected in your eyes as you stood there, numbed by the terrifying destruction.

You moved on your own as you clenched your fist around the spear.

You jumped at the speed of the light. One moment you were still standing under the gates and the next you flashed your way through a group of hilichurls.

There were just corpses left behind in your way.

An old man cried for your help when he saw you. He was trying to protect his house from an abyss mage.

You landed behind the monster. It heard the noise and tried to turn around.

But before it could've even moved an inch, your whole body strained then let loose. Hydro bursting out of your veins, it broke through the mage's shield in an instant.

It fell but never reached the ground. Your spear cut through it in mid-air.

'Thank you!' The old man panted, his entire body trembling. 'I...'

'Leave the village!' You yelled through the discord of screams and roars. 'Go to the bamboo forest!'

'But my house...'

'Leave. Now.' You ordered in a way that it was impossible to disobey.

Then you moved on.

Your aura was filled with tense hydro vibrating in the dark. It strangled the monsters with one touch but suffocated you as well.

But you didn't feel the pain at all. Everything inside you focused on the fighting and precise killing. You flashed from one side of the village to another, trying to save the people you swore to protect.

But even though your strength was almost non-human in these minutes of crisis it still felt incredibly lacking.

The whole village was on fire at this point. The abyss mages did not care about their puppets, they burned hilichurls as well as people.

Because there were so many of them.

You stopped for a moment to catch your breath and looked around desperately. There were so many monsters. And so many people you still needed to save.

The heat was unbearable. Sweatdrops streamed down your face despite the constant hydro aura surrounding you.

Suddenly the ground started shaking and you nearly fell over.

A lawachurl slammed his fists down. It let out a huge roar and turned to the closest person to it.

A frightened cry left your lips as you recognised the tiny figure.

Little Yu.

She rose her arms, shielding something behind her. She seemed almost fearless as she looked straight into the gigantic monster's eyes. But it was still a ridiculous try to stop the lawachurl.

It lifted its fists into the air, getting ready to cause another earthquake.

It swang it...

But before it could have reached the ground, you appeared in front of him out of blue.

Your spear cut through its left fist. The monster shook and roared in pain. It tried to grab you but you quickly dodged and sprang back.

The lawachurl let out a deep growl and slowly straightened up.

You couldn't help but feel ludicrously tiny compared to the huge figure. It started to manifest its geo shield. You stepped back in slight panic and glanced at Yu behind you.

'Y/n!' She cried out, grabbing the edge of your coat. 'I'm so happy you're here! Please protect us!'

You finally recognised the figure behind her. It was her wounded mother kneeling on the ground, bleeding out. Yet, the look in her daughter's eyes was brave and now hopeful.

She had faith in you. They all had their faith in you.

This thought was the only thing giving you strength.

You grabbed her arm and leaned closer to her as the lawachurl started walking towards you in the background.

Your heart was beating so fast it felt like exploding, the blood streaming in your veins hot and tense. But you still managed to sound calm when you spoke to the child.

'Listen carefully to what I have to say. Do you remember the spot where you met me and the harbinger a few days ago?' She nodded. 'Collect as many people as you can from the village and the bamboo forest and go there. Hide and don't come out until you're completely sure the monsters are gone. Do you understand?'

'Yes' she answered. But she still seemed hesitant.

'What is it?' You asked hastily for the lawachurl was getting closer to you with every passing moment.

'Will you be alright?' She asked, locking eyes with you.

'Of course' you gently pushed her backwards to her mother who seemed to have regained her consciousness. 'Now go!'

She nodded and helped her mother stand up. You made sure they got out of your zone safely.

Then turned around.

Just in time to see the lawachurl slamming down its fists.

You dodged and jumped upwards. Spun in the air and stabbed your spear infused with hydro into the monster's thick skin.

You landed safely on the ground with the bloody polearm in your grip.

The lawachurl roared so loudly that his voice shook the mountains. It swang towards you blinded by the pain but you dodged again.

You straightened up directly in front of it. Clenched your teeth together before quickly telling a quiet prayer.

You were ready to face all monsters.

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shorkbrian · 4 years

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Can you write about step bro kirishima getting in the shower with you or something along those lines?

(This was supposed to be a Drabble but it’s like??? a one shot bt also a Drabble idek what's going on anymore)

okay a Thot™️ butokei okei oeki hear me out

Friday night, you’re taking a shower and washing off all the grime from the day. The hot water is so relaxing and so you take a bit longer than you normally do, relishing in the heat loosening your tense muscles and flowing over you like a warm hug.

Step bro Kiri barges in, fresh from football practice that ran a little late - the school had been locked up so they couldn’t use the locker rooms. He’s sweaty and tired and he just wants to take a shower and pass out, hadn’t even realized you were in there.

Your hands fly to cover yourself, you yell at him to get out. He closes the bathroom door, but he’s on the wrong side, still inside the bathroom as he locks the door. Then he’s stripping out of his clothes, giving you that sweet, goofy grin.

“Aw, c’mon, can I just jump in with you? I’ll be real quick, promise.”

You shriek at him, still trying to cover yourself. “No! Leave, dude!”

But he just shakes his head, shucks off his jockstrap and you’re turning bright red, averting your eyes to the ceiling so you don’t have to see his dick (But holy cow, he’s huge)

And then he’s stepping in with you, putting his big hands on your shoulders to gently move you to the side so he can get under the spray of hot water. You splutter - what does he think he’s doing, you’re siblings!

You try to verbalize this, but Kirishima just shrugs. “I did it with my dad’s family.”

That elicits a frown. You were pretty sure he was an only child, and his dad had never talked about any other kids. But he wasn’t going to leave, and if it didn’t bother him, if it was normal and routine for him to shower and not be shy about his nakedness....

Still, you try your best to cover yourself as you reach for the conditioner. You’re a bit shy about your body, feel weak and chubby next to Kiri, who’s ripped as all fuck.

You’re battling with insecurity as you turn away from him, face the wall to start putting conditioner in your hair. Next thing you know, your stepbrother has his hands in your hair, scritching and scrubbing and helping you rub in the conditioner.

Body tensing, you make to turn, bat his hands away but then you remember you’re naked, so you stay put. You huff at him as he refuses to let up, hands following you no matter how you move.

“Let me help, it’s the least I can do after intruding on your shower time.”

He washes your hair. Offers to help you scrub down too but you quickly decline. Then he’s handing you the shampoo and conditioner, asks if you wouldn’t mind getting his hair. It always such a pain to wash out all the gel.

His back is turned, you figure it’s not that big of a deal so you agree.

You’re thorough and clinical, robotic as you scrub in the shampoo, wash it out. Squirt conditioner into your hands, massage that in. He’s sitting on the shower stool so you can reach, make it easier on your arms.

And then he moans.

You freeze up, but his hand catches yours before you can pull away from his head.

“Sorry, keep-keep going.”

You do, hesitantly. Your hand catches on a knot and you pull a little too hard, a few strands of hair come away and your stepbrother is moaning again, and you’re done - this is too weird, you’ll finish showering later.

Before you can turn, step out of the shower, Kirishima is facing you - eyes level with your chest.

“Kiri!” You yelp, covering your chest with your hands. His eyes flick downwards, in between your legs, and you quickly try to cover that part of your body too, but he catches your hand, standing up so he towers over you.

“Hey, hey... you’re beautiful, no need to hide. I don’t.” He winks at you as he grabs your other hand, pulling it away from your chest. You don’t have time to yell at him before he’s opening his mouth again.

“Wow, you’re really pretty, you know that? Prettiest girl I know.”

You’re blushing and trying to pull your hands back, but Kiri won’t let you, dark eyes flicking up to meet yours. He looks different like this - hair dark with water, hanging down in his face, eyes hooded and filled with an emotion you don’t dare try to decipher. You know you won’t like putting a name to that look.

“Look, you’re so pretty you made me all hard.” He chuckles, chuckles.

Horrified, you can’t stop yourself from looking down, getting a full glance of the full dick between his legs, so big and heavy it’s barely pointed upwards. You blanch.

“Kiri let me go.”

“So soon? You haven’t rinsed out your hair yet.”

You’re pulling away from him harder now, but he’s so strong - you don’t even move.

“It’s okay, I’ll do it later.”

“I wanna do somethin’ with you though, it’ll be fun.”

Your stomach twists and Kiri pulls you to his body with a quick jerk. You collide with his chest, feel his cock touching your stomach. His arms wrap around you, holding you in place. He starts to almost rock you, moving you back and forth with his body in a soothing manner.

“You know how in those cheesy movies the boy and the girl play pretend?”

Struggling is pointless, so you look up at him, confused.

“Y’know, like... pretend girlfriend? I wanna play pretend girlfriend with you.”

And then he’s reaching down with one hand, spreading your cunt, teasing a finger inside. You gasp, the intrusion surprising you, and then he’s pushing in another finger.

He fingers you open, rubbing at your walls, slowly adding more and more fingers and you don’t even know how many he has inside you, three? four? but it’s almost painful. Kirishima’s cooing in your ear the entire time.

“Mm, pretty girl, you’re doing so well.”

“Yeah, you’d be a good girlfriend, so submissive and sweet.”

“Look at you, sucking my fingers in like that. You like this? I do.”

His fingers come out with a squelch, and then he’s sitting down on the shower stool, pulling you into his lap. You don’t even know what to do, what to say. You’re cold and wet and isn’t this wrong? He’s your stepbrother.

His cock is thick, lengthy. It’s the biggest one you’ve ever taken, or even seen for that matter. But he’s relentless as he lowers you onto it, grunting with the effort of holding himself back from ramming into you, rutting like a wild animal.

Kirishima’s cock hits so deep, makes you gasp and pleasure zings up your spine, tummy twisting with how good it feels. When he bottoms out the both of you take big, gulping breaths, pausing. You pause to adjust to the size, Kiri pauses to stop himself from cumming too soon - he wants to enjoy this.

It takes a minute, but then he’s palming at your chest, looking up at your with those big dark eyes, flashing you a grin before sweetly kissing along your jaw, making you moan (moan? shouldn’t you be screaming?).

“Alright pretty baby, think you can help me out now? Feel so good, all wet and hot. You’re the best little girlfriend.”

You aren’t thinking as you get your feet under you, getting purchase on the wet tiles to slowly push yourself up, let his cock come out of you a few inches, before sinking back down. You’re listening to his voice, doing what he tells you to, shame coloring your cheeks.

It feels so good.

Thighs burning, you keep riding him, Kiri dipping down to suck at your tits, squeezing the mounds in his big hands. He’s such a large man, all muscles and hard lines, big enough that it takes him no effort to grab your hips, start moving you along his cock like a little fleshlight.

Immediately your hands fly to his hair, twisting in the wet strands, unintentionally tugging.

Kiri moans.

His pace speeds up, you can hear the wet slap of your skin, he’s jostling you, treating you like a little rag doll as he spears you on his cock over and over. “Fuck, fuck, you’re-mmhh baby that’s good, do that again. Please do that again.”

You indulge him, grip his hair a little tighter and pull, and Kiri shouts, hips hammering against your ass. His cock is reaching so deep, hitting that special spot inside you without him even trying to. You’re writhing on his lap in pleasure, in disgust at yourself and at him, but you can’t go anywhere with his hands clamped tight around your waist.

“Kiri, Kiri! Gonna-gonna cum!” You warn him.

“Me too, fuck, just a little more baby.”

One of his giant hands slips down, fingers clumsily trying to find your clit. The second he does, you're already so sensitive and close that you cum, muscles clenching, eyes closing as you ride the delicious wave of your orgasm.

Kirishima follows soon after, his head thumping forward against the curve of your shoulder as he pants, wet warmth filling you up.

He helps clean you up after, fingers the cum out of you as he kisses you deep.

After that, Kiri wants to play pretend girlfriend with you every chance he can get, whenever your parents have a date night, late at night when he wakes up from a wet dream and you’re just a few doors away. He takes you out on pretend dates, “practice for when I get a real girlfriend!” he assures you. It doesn’t feel quite right, but he buys you ice cream if you let him feed it to you, and that's usually the only weird thing that happens on these “pretend dates”.

They're normal dates, normal when he takes you home and fucks you into the mattress after.

It’s easy to know when he’s in the mood, he says he wants to play your game, pretend girlfriend. He’s still the same old Kiri, the one that helps you with your homework, the one that likes playing Mario kart and loosing just so you’ll grin at him and toss the controller at him cause you know he let you win.

Kirishima still bickers with you over who gets to sit where at dinner, still ruffles your hair whenever he passes you in the hall. Asks you to help him set up the karaoke machine so the two of you can sing horribly to stupid songs.

But now there’s the addition of him fucking you.

You aren’t sure this “pretend girlfriend” thing is really pretend.

Not like you can do anything about it

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smallraindrops-blog · 3 years

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Hi, just a heads up my ask is kinda specific and I apologize in advance. Could you do Hypnos x male reader, but the reader is the adopted son of Achilles and Patroclus. He’s usually dazed thinking about when he was alive and dwells on what happened when he was. Hypnos gets really excited when Hades sends for Thanatos to go get him from Elysium (currently stays in elysium with Patroclus) cause that means he gets to see him and watch him train. If you want to reject this, that’s okay, I get it.

Hey anon, sorry for the long wait and no worries about the specification. I actually found it kinda helpful. I just hope i got close to what you were looking for!

Wake me from this dreaming

Word count: 3.8

Hypnos x male! reader

Warning: violence, no kissing, some sexual/romance tension, flashback to death and war. No beta.

Just as quick extra note, this is not how real life ptsd works and any fighting advice is just off of Google, please understand that every thing is fictional.

It was the screaming that you remembered the most.

Achilles hunched over Patroclus' body, broken and bloodied. Screaming an inhuman sound that echoed in your head.

You knew you would carry that sound with you beyond your dying breath.

You should be screaming too you think but all you can do is tightened the hold on your spear.

Someone had to pay.

You thought Elysium was beautiful. Or at least you did whenever you were able to force yourself out of the memories long enough.

Patroclus' voice was usually enough to pull you out. You blinked down at him, "Forgive me, Pa. I didn't hear you."

He waved a hand to the shade that stood before you, their spear at ready. "Another fool seeking glory."

You looked toward the warrior, "I guess I can't ask you to come back another time, can I?"

You stepped forward and Patroclus called out, "Mind your footwork. You were sloppy last time."

Countless Shades had seeked you out for the chance to earn the glory of beating the son of Achilles and Patroclus.

You slammed the bottom of the spear into the ground and walked to the shade without any weapons.

You smirked slightly at the nervous look the shade gave you.

And this fool before you was another thing to take down. And just like all the ones before them, it took a single hit.

You watched dispassionately as the shade fell apart before your eyes. But for a few moments you didn't see the shade but of the every soul you took laid before your vision. And the roaring of a crowd in your ears. You looked down at your fist and you could have sworn you saw it covered in blood.

"Y/n. Y/n." A hand touched your shoulder and you jerked around only to have your wrist caught by Patroclus.

You blinked, before you remembered exactly where you were. "I'm sorry. I-"

"Silence." Patroclus said gently. "Even after all this time?"

You didn't say anything for a moment. "Not all of it." You told him.

Just the worst of it.

Patroclus frowned and looked like he was about to say something when black smoke appeared.

You stared at the god that floated before you.

"Lord Hades had sent for you, Y/N." The god told you. You tried to remember what his name was.

"Why?" You asked.

The god gave you a disapproving glare. Thanatos, you suddenly remembered. You have seen him before...

"Do you need to know why Lord Hades sent for you?"

"Y/N, the god asked you a question." Patroclus shook you carefully. You blinked and pushed the call of the past away.

"A reason would be nice, yes."

"He wishes to speak to you. That is all the reasons you need."

You looked toward Patroclus, "Are you okay with me going?"

"Go. Tell Achilles I expect an explanation soon."

And with that you nodded, "Very well. Take me to Lord Hades."

You weren't sure what to make of the house as Thanatos led you through a hallway. It felt like You were inside a living thing but none of the walls or floors moved.

What you did notice though was another god following behind you just down the end of the hallway. You turned your head around and saw a head full of white curls peeked around the corner, you couldn't quite see their face. A hand stuck out to waved excitedly at you.

You stared, not quite sure what make of the strange being or day you were having.

Thanatos snapped,"Hypnos, I know you have work to do. Leave now."

Hypnos ducked away, only to peek around again after a few seconds.

What an odd creature.

Thanatos opened the wide double door, "This is Lord Hades' private study so mind your manners." He warned as the door closed behind you.

You walked forward to the looming desk in the dark room. It looked just the one you passed with a long line of shades awaiting for Hades to appear.

Achilles stood before it and you could feel his rage coming off of him. When you saw him this angry when you both were alive, it usually meant some people were going to lose their heads. It was a rare sight now to see him almost shaking in rage.

It was all the warning you needed.

Hades looked up from your father and smiled.

It wasn't a kind one.

"Lord Hades, thank you for welcoming me to your home." You glanced over to Achilles, "Father."

You hoped he heard the unspoken words. His blue eyes met your and you almost frowned at the guilt you saw there.

"Now, Achilles, will you explain the situation to your son or shall I?" Hades asked, sounding pleased with himself.

You kept your face blank, not giving away the worries you felt. Achilles took a deep breath before turning to you.

"Lord Hades wants us to make a decision. To keep Patroclus in Elysium, I will be 'retiring' and you will have my current job."

"Or?" You asked. Achilles's mouth tightens, "Or Patroclus will be kicked out of Elysium along with you, and I will not be allowed again to have any contact."

So no decisions, just threats. What did Achilles do to make Lord Hades change the deal?

You looked at Achilles then to Lord Hades. "It would be an honor to serve the house, Lord Hades but may I make a request?"

"Oh? What request is that?" Hades glowered at you but you kept your blank face even if you wanted to personally slam your spear between his eyes.

"My father, Achilles will have his retirement in Elysium along with my other father, Patroclus." You paused, "And the retirement is permanent."

Achilles whipped his head and hissed, "Lad, what do you think you're doing? That was already part of the deal, don't waste it."

"Done." Hades said, "lucky for you, Achilles. Y/N is more like Patroclus, he is able to actually think ahead. You didn't even ask where I was sending you for your retirement. You are both dismissed."

Achilles opened his mouth to argue but you placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him. He glared at you but kept his mouth shut.

"Of course, thank you, lord Hades." You tugged your father to follow you out. As you followed your father down the hallways, you looked over to him.

"Pa is going to be furious." You told him mildly. Achilles just groaned.

You met Hypnos, the odd little creature that followed you around, on the first day of your duty. Even if the first hour was Hypnos just peeking around the corner.

"I've heard of you, even all the way down here." Hypnos told you when he finally found his courage. He was floating but you see the excitement in his body, if he was on his feets, he would be rocking on his heels.

With his curls and his big golden eyes, he reminded you of those too pretty boys that rich politicians would bring along to watch fights while leaving the wives at home.

He leaned forward, his hand resting under his chin. His golden eyes watching your face with a curious look.

"Y/N, the Greek hero who took out monsters in a single strike, was able to hold off Ares and is the son of Achilles and Patroclus. Both great warriors in their own right." He smiled. "Is it true by the way?"

For a moment, all you saw was Ares' mad eyes staring down at you and the taste of blood in your mouth. Everything else had faded away, the sand and screaming of dying men echoed and all you knew is blood and blood and blood and blood -

“Y/N?” Hypnos’ voice, confused and almost too soft, pulled you out.

"Yes. I fought him.” And you said nothing else and stared at the wall. You didn’t realize the memories had taken you for a trip. Normally, only your fathers' voices were able to pull you back.

"You must tell me how!" He filled in your vision, his eyes wide and hopeful.

“No.” You said bluntly. "I'm busy." And you're too attractive for someone so irritating, you thought.

“But-“ Hypnos pouted and you had made yourself look away before you got caught staring at his mouth.

"Hypnos, don't bother him. It is still his first day." Prince Zagreus spoke from behind Hypnos.

Hypnos spun away from you and floated around Zagreus. "Oooh, so how did you die this time? Did a chariot run you over again?"

Zagreus gave a strained smile in greeting. "Forgive Hypnos, I think he forgot his manners when he heard you were joining us in the house."

You shook your head, "It's perfectly fine, your highness." You stared at the prince, the whole reason you were even here was because he looped your father into helping with his runaway attempts.

Zagreus nodded, his face polite but nervous. "Achilles told me I should train with you. That you are actually better at fighting than he is."

"Only in hand to hand combat, otherwise, if you give my father a spear he would win every time." You told him, trying to push away the memories but you could already smell the sharp tang of blood.

"He fought a tribe of centaurs when he was a mere child, Zagreus and he won!" Hypnos gushed, "And he took down Ares!"

You shook your head slightly and the smell of blood went away. Hypnos did it again.

How odd.

Hypnos used Zagreus' head as an armrest much to the latter's displeasure. Zagreus shook him off as he asked, "You killed Ares?"

"No, just knock him out long enough to let my men escape." You left it at that. Ares was more monster than god, and you would rather not revisit those nightmares.

"Zagreus if you like, I can train you later. It would be interesting to see how different our training might be." You said, hoping they would take the hint.

Zagreus nodded, "Of course, I will come find you later."

Zagreus moved to leave but upon seeing that Hypnos wasn't going to leave, grabbed Hypnos' by his cape and pulled him away.

"Come on, Hypnos. I think you do even less work than I do, and I don't even work anymore." Zagreus said pleasantly but an undercurrent of a warning.

You didn't hear Hypnos' response beyond an offended gasp.

You shook your head, no wonder Achilles only wanted quiet when he came to see you and Patroclus.

Of course when it was time for Zagreus' training with you, Hypnos followed along. You thought about kicking him out but knew he would sneak back in later. You know because this wasn't the first time you trained Zagreus and nothing else seemed to work.

Also for some reason, this god ended up being a grounding point for you. You didn't want to admit it but it made being in the house bearable and not a daily fight to stay in the presence. Not that you needed his help.

You pointed toward Zagreus to the middle of the room and turned to Hypnos who beamed up at you. "You. Corner. If I hear one peek from you…" You warned.

Hypnos held his hands and floated silently to the corner. You ignored how Hypnos' eyes followed you around the room. Hypnos wasn't the first fan boy you had and as long you don't feed the attention seeking, he will get bored sooner or later.

Zagreus was a good student. Mostly. But you could tell your father was more careful with him than he was with you.

You shook your head and held up an open hand, "Hit me again."

Zagreus swung a fist into your hand, only to hit the side of your palm. "Alright, step back."

You crossed your arms, "You need to be more intentional in your hits. You're creating more work for yourself. And you won't always have that sword on you."

Zagreus frowned, "I'm fighting monsters down there, not humans. If I don't have a weapon, they're not going down."

"Like I said you won't always have a weapon in you. Lord Hades took away my father, and that was your best tool. What are you going to do if he takes away your weapons and you can't get them back?"

You raised a brow and asked "Are you going to stay down here and obey like a good little boy?"

And you could tell you stuck a nerve at the scowl Zagreus gave you. Hypnos made a mocking sound and Zagreus whipped his head around to glare at Hypnos.

You mentally sighed, your father got soft over the years. Just for arguing back, Achilles would have You running laps from sunup to sundown while carrying bags of feed.

"Here, let's wrap up with a quick brush up for your next lesson." You said, not bothering to comfort him. The sooner you can break Zagreus out of your father's soft training, the better. "Do you know all the weak points of a body?"

Before Zagreus could respond, Hypnos butted in. "Oooh, I do! Eyes and groin!"

You took a breath when suddenly an idea came to you. You turned to the god, "Hypnos, since you're so eager, come on over here."

Hypnos looked at Zagreus who shrugged then back to you. "Okay." He dragged out the word with suspicion in his tone.

"Well?" You asked, keeping your tone friendly with a smile on your face. You waited until Hypnos got close enough to grab his shoulders and forced him to stand on his feet.

You grabbed his face with a hand, squishing his cheeks. He made a squeaky sound and you bit back a smirk. A little humiliation should be enough to get Hypnos to stay away and you can focus on what you came here to do. The only reason you bothered with helping Zagreus was because your father asked you too.

"Pay attention, I expect you to remember this for your next lesson." You told Zagreus.

"Hypnos got two right, but he forgot about the nose and honestly, almost anything you will ever fight will have a weakness here." You tapped Hypnos between his eyes which made him blinked. "Hit here or here if you can get a good upward swing ," you tapped the tip of Hypnos' nose, "With preciseness you won't need much force and you save energy as well."

Next You turned his head toward you and could see the start of a flush. Good, it was working.

You pointed to the area between the ear and jaw, "This won't kill but it will make your opponent dizzy and that could buy the second you need to finish them."

You went on listing other parts of the body for Zagreus and Hypnos obediently went along with it. Moving his arm and lifting a leg up.

"And lastly, the groin like Hypnos said earlier but I doubt I need to go in depth about that area." You finished as you let Hypnos go.

"Got it?" You asked.

"Yes, sir." Zagreus smirked at his friend's misfortune.

`Hypnos just stayed silent, flushed to his hairline.

You were sure you wouldn't see Hypnos for a while but the little god surprised you. Just a day after the training, he seeked you out.

"Achilles didn't teach you how to fight, did he?" Hypnos asked. His dark circles were deeper than normal and you got the feeling he didn't get much rest.

"What makes you say that?" You asked, actually curious about Hypnos' thought process.

"I mean, you're unusually strong and you seem to have, let's say, a more ruthless fighting style than your father does. Not bad, mind you, just different." Hypnos shrugged, "I've seen him train Zagreus. And it's just different."

You thought about bushing him off, but something about how tired he looked made you speak up. "You're right. Kinda. He wasn't my first teacher. I was sold as a child for a fighting ring. And they usually don't let the loser live." You tighten your hold the spear, to ward off the memories.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I couldn't imagine." Hypnos said. "I didn't mean to bring up any bad memories."

You blinked several times, "You didn't."

But the look on Hypnos' face told you he didn't believe you.

Screaming. Inhuman mad screaming.

Patroclus' body broken on the ground and Achilles stared past You even as you tried to talk to him.

You felt like you lost both of your fathers as you trailed behind Achilles on his warpath.

Hands wet with blood and you think you should be screaming too but Patroclus was broken and gone and the screaming never stopped-

"Y/N. Hey, Y/N." Hypnos stood in front of you, his big golden eyes concerned. For a moment, you weren't standing in the East wing with Hypnos.

But a burning city and people running and crying. And Hypnos stood in the middle of it.

What was the little god doing here?

“Y/N!”

You blinked and you were back in the east wing, no smoke or no fire or crying followed.

“Hypnos?” You realized you had a tight grip on Hypnos’ arm as if you wanted to yank him out of the memories.

You let go. “I-i my apologies, Hypnos. I-“

“Wowie, that must have been a bad one huh?” Hypnos didn’t look upset and you frowned at him. “Are you not…?” You trailed off, not sure what to say.

“No.” Hypnos said softly. “I know the story about how you… Died and what happened to your head.” Hypnos waved a hand toward his own head, trying to make his point clear. “I guess what I’m saying is no, I’m not upset or mad or whatever. I just wanna know if you’re okay.”

You said nothing for several moments, looking at Hypnos’s kind face and realized to your great shame exactly how little you understood Hypnos and his intentions.

“Yes, thank you.” You told him softly.

You tapped your foot as you waited on Zagreus to show up. You have been in the house for several months now and Zagreus didn't always show up for training especially since he was getting closer to the surface.

Hypnos floated lazily around the room, waiting for you to look away so he could touch one of the weapons. Normally Skully was here to chase him off but apparently not even Skully wanted to show up.

After a few more minutes and warning Hypnos off on touching the spear, you got tired of waiting for Zagreus.

"Come on, Hypnos I think his highness must be on one of his attempts." You told him.

"Wait, wait or you could train me!" Hypnos circled you. He gave you the puppy dog eyes and you shook your head.

"Please. I've been so good when you're training Zagreus! Just one time." Hypnos begged.

And of course, you gave in.

"Alright. On your feet."

You chuckled at Hypnos' cheering.

Hypnos was… You didn't know what he was. After the day of failed attempts of embarrassment, Hypnos stuck around. He would follow you around like a lost puppy whenever he could.

You knew he was lonely, quietly trying to repair the broken bonds with his family. That he had near encyclopedia knowledge about Greek Heroes and monsters, even about your own fathers'. That he loved sweets but would eat raw honey every time if given the chance.

And the fact that just like your fathers, he was able to pull you back into the now.

He was...

Friend, you think firmly, he had become a friend.

“Can I ask you something? Like super personal?” Hypnos said out of the blue one day. You raised an eyebrow, “I have never known a personal question to stop you before but sure, you can ask me.”

“Why haven’t you drunk from the river Lethe? Wouldn’t it help?” Hypnos said, biting a thumbnail.

Oh. No wonder he was nervous.

“I don’t want to forget. I need to remember as much as I can.” You told him gently. Hypnos tilted his head, confusion on his face.

“If I forget, I won’t be the same person. You can’t forget without losing a part of yourself and I want to keep all of me. The bad and good.” You tried to explain, feeling like you sound like a cheesy philosopher.

“Oh. I think I get it.” Hypnos said. His smile was small but warm. Blood and darkness, you had gotten soft. You couldn’t stop the bust of fondness that your chest and you already looked like a fool so why not go farther?

“Like you, I wouldn’t want to forget you, Hypnos.” You said, a blush forming on your cheeks.

Hypnos blinked as if he didn’t understand what you just said but you saw a blush form on his own cheeks.

“I wouldn’t want to forget you too, Y/N.”

Part two

#hypnos x reader #hades hypnos #requests

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yostresswritinggirl · 3 years

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Readers: We want Red Xiao x Reader x Green Xiao content PLEASE

Exiled: Well yes but actually no

Intermittent

Pairing -> Red/Green Xiao x Reader

Word Count -> 2088

Themes -> Okay, get this: Fluff, Angst, Suggestive scene (but not too bad). It's a trifecta.

Series -> #SojournerSpecials (masterlist)

Credit: @m370N4 for Header

Warnings -> Spoilers, violence, oh gawd there's so many violence

Your lover is going through a phase.

Perhaps you should have expected this much after the things that he's gone through, and the things that he is going through. The Archon War does not pick its victims. Saints and sinners, weak and strong, participants and bystanders; they all have one thing in common, they all can die any day now as the war rages on.

The thought of impending doom puts your heart into great unease as your arms tighten, lips softly pecking the red diamond on the Yaksha's forehead as he sighs in what you hope was relief.

The adepti are strong and aid in this war under the stead of Rex Lapis, but on the forefront of greater danger leads the Yakshas. The fateful battle between Osial and the Geo Archon ended not too long ago to put an end against the Lord's destructive ministrations, but Gods do not die, only slumber; his hatred in great intensities brought forth demonic plague that now haunts the blood bathed lands of Liyue. With his indispensable power and contractual obligation, Xiao became one of the five known Yakshas devoted to conquering those evil.

You were no beast in the battlefield but alongside Cloud Retainer and Ganyu you hold well in ensuring the well-being of mankind, but you only wish there was anything you can do to help the true warriors of the Harbour.

"How are you feeling?" You ran your hands through his chopped hair as his body leans against you, still tense. Xiao produces a strangled groan upon the question, a sound you still have yet to grow accustomed to.

It was a side effect even the glorified Archon did not expect. Yet it was too late to back down from the duties, to turn away from the chaos.

"Still standing, nothing I cannot handle," leaning away from your hold, his honey eyes then sets upon yours in gentle reassurance. Exposed fingers softly brushing against your cheekbone reminiscent of a flutter, so light it sends your heart into a faster pace. "And on your end? I have heard of the mortals establishing a new type of governance, how is it faring?"

Xiao hooks his fingers under your chin in full attention, and the pairing with his tantalizing smile sent your mind melting. "It's going-," your cleared your throat of the strangled pitch you produced and tried again, "Going great! Ganyu made it her duty to oversee it as the secretary."

"That is a fine arrangement." He hums inquisitively but you both know his attention was on somewhere else, what with the way his sharp orbs kept flickering to gaze on your lips. And with how his face was slowly, surely drawing near.

"Indeed, indeed." Breathed you as you closed your eyes, ready to capture his lips for a longing kiss, his other hand rests on your lower back to guide you to his lap—

When the shutter doors slammed open, the interruption causing you to yelp as Xiao embarrassingly hides your head to his exposed chest. That did NOT lessen the warmth of your cheeks.

"Conqueror of Demons! I- I'm sorry to interrupt-"

"Pervases, go on."

"The Yaksha of flames-" A rumbling roar of a scream had all three of you shoot your heads up in alert. And within seconds you had scrambled to your feet, rushing out of the shrine to investigate the commotion. The atmosphere had you choking from the scent of arson, black smoke erupting from the burning grass and natural flora around the area.

But in the middle of the ruins had you almost dispelling the contents of your stomach, your hand shooting up to cover your mouth at the the sight. Besides you Xiao dashes past in a vain attempt to quell the flames— the lick of fire that burned the Pyro Yaksha whole, who screams in both agony and anguish over the deep unknown, skin and clothes turning black and charred.

Xiao's swings barely made a dent to the wall of fire that prevents anyone from coming close to the Yaksha. "Please, leave me alone! Let me go! Stop it!" There was an illusionary sense to her words as she screams at the empty void in front and within her, piercing and aching. You called for her name, shouted, in hopes that she may snap out of it.

Dried up tears came upon her ruby gaze as it flickers over to yours. She heard you. Her lips quivered into those of familiarity and she opens her mouth- only to scream her loudest, one last painful cry, as her body drops as a smoking corpse.

Charred and pure black. Twitching and steaming, but not alive.

You didn't realize you were crying until you felt the comfort of Xiao's hand wiping at your cheek, his red fingerless gloves catching the dampness as you released your sobs.

You didn't notice the gradual decrease of red in his clothing until you looked at him one day without feeling a pang on your chest. When you looked at him with only curiousity upon him calling your name, he offered a smile as he cups your cheek; it didn't feel like the same traumatic time when the Yaksha died, your cheek leaning on his cerulean palm.

It wasn't red. Maybe that's what drove away your thoughts.

"It looks good on you," you mumbled as you watched his now black and green hair sway from the breeze.

"Thank you."

The clouds of Jueyun Karst brings peace to all that gazes on it. That may be the reason why it was Menogias' favorite place to sit by upon finishing her duties for the day, and at times she invites you over when you are done with your own; 'your presence soothes me, it's unfair that Xiao gets to keep you to himself, even if he is your lover!' you giggle at the verbatim the Hydro Yaksha always spouts everytime she drags you away from the other, with a cute yet teasing pout on her pristine face.

Those moments always has you laughing guiltily as you wave to Xiao, who only dons a gentle smile at you two's dynamic.

But she was beautiful and elegant despite her slaughtering hands, with a mind vivid and witty.

And so you find peace next to her, as both of your hands weave cloth into apparels to calm your minds. She had always been an avid fan of stitching and knitting even her own clothes, the only reason you knew how to weave the needle was because of her incessant teachings. Right now she knits a sleeve of beautiful patterns while you took on the duty to make a wooly scarf. Jueyun Karst is cold.

"How are you faring, dear? I have heard you and Xiao-" your hands paused at the implications, "-were witness to the passing of the Yaksha Indarias. Changes are glaring among that of the Conqueror of Demons, but you are a special case who is not under the influence of the karmic binds."

Her cold blue gaze seem to pierce your soul unintentionally and you couldn't bring yourself to look upon them.

You gulped and ceased on finishing the blanket to look at her own work. It was pretty. Tiring and fearful, not just for yourself, but for her too. And especially Xiao.

She holds you close in a soft embrace as you poured your honest confessions; it felt unfair for them to suffer like this, driven to self-destruction or to eternal agony. Menogias strokes your hair affectionately as she reassures your worries.

After all, they knew their oath would come to this.

And they still honored their duties to protect Liyue, for both the mortals and the realm of the Adepti.

"H-How about you?" You sniffled, looking up at her now gentle gaze. "Have you been feeling well? I don't want you to be destroyed by your own mind too."

The Yaksha's gracious smile parts after a pause to finally reply, when a glint from the side suddenly interrupted your peace-

azure pupils dilated upon recognition;

your body flies back upon her powerful push;

blood spurs from her right thigh as a jagged pillar of rock pierces through;

your back and hitting the cliff's compact ground as your vision swims.

No, no, no, no, you recognize that glow even if it was similar to another. Your body whimpers as you struggle to get up, rolling to your side to see the inevitable— the floating silhouette of the Geo Yaksha raises his arm where an orb glows over it, a single eye glows from his shadow...

The last you saw was the flash of neons and black before the world was engulfed by a blinding light.

The next thing you know you were desperately trying not to puke as you cradled the mawled and still bleeding corpse of Menogias, weakly patting her cheeks as your desperate attempts to wake her- to convince yourself that she was still alive. That the spears of stones impaled through numerous part of her body was nonexistent.

Behind you Xiao flicks his head to the side as his mask disperses. His jade spear dripping with blood as her gentle eyes hardened as it squeezes out the tears.

"(Y/N)," your wails turned into whimpers and hiccups, loose arms wrapping around your waist as Xiao pulls you away from the bloody mess. You didn't have the spirit to protest, your eyes still trained on the deceased Yaksha's face as you wept in your lover's arms.

A familiar censer that wasn't there before hangs by his waist.

And when the pain didn't make you weep anymore, a beautifully woven sleeve of blue and clouds adorn his left arm. Those who live after a millenia would not be aware of a reminiscent and deep scar hidden beneath it.

"I was not aware you were out of your domain," the moment he landed, a firm hand grasps your waist to keep you steady on the balcony's railings. Where you're currently perched on, precariously.

You were still unused to the purple cloth that flows behind him. But it matches the wind that comes with him, and the beautiful clashes of colors that makes up who he is now. He was not reminiscent of the red gentleness that he was 2000 years ago, but a teal shadow that lingers at the edges of your vision as a blur.

"I wanted to thank you for purging the malignant monsters that haunted my domain by the cavern," your gaze falls away from the moon as you swing your legs up and over, turning to face the Inn and him yet still remaining seated on the railing.

His eyes were hostile, not at all indicative of the lightness it had long ago. Chest covered in white, and the many memorabilias that dangle with him. Xiao's hands rests on the railing by your side as your fingertip traces the Vajra hanging by his neck, chunky to pointy; Pervases, the name leaves your lips in a whisper.

A guttural growl leaves him in intensity that had you reeling yet still worried for him. Behind his lidded eyes were pure hurt from the fear you conveyed, but he shook his head at all the thoughts that invades. Xiao lets loose a tired yet mocking laugh, "I just remembered something unpleasant."

Before he can turn back to gaze at your ethereal form, you've thrown your arms around his head to pull him against your chest. Your grip and uneven heartbeat alerted him of your will to not cry at his misfortune; such sympathy is wasted on him, yet he wraps his arms around you close in a gentleness that once again reflects his deepest trait.

"...your blessings, not your flaws."

At the sound of your familiar lyrics, as if with a mind of its own, the tension on his shoulders drop immediately into your warmth.

"You've got it all, you lost your mind in the sound;

There's so much more, you can reclaim your crown;

You're in control, rid of the monsters inside your head;

Put all your faults to bed."

Urged the strokes of your hand on his head, the voices quiet into almost nothingness. The Conqueror of Demons smiles again.

"You can be king again."

To the realm of the Adepti and those who knows even the slightest of him, it was nothing to debate about when it is claimed that you were the real reason that the golden-winged king, the Conqueror of Demons— that Xiao still exists today.

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guardianofrivendell · 4 years

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Gentlemen in Distress (request)

Legolas x reader x Fellowship

Requested: Yes! @galileostyles asked “hey i love your writing so much ❤️ could you do a legolas x reader x fellowship where they see you fighting for the first time at the mines of moria and feel bad for underestimating you. thanks ❤️”

Warnings: men being men

A/N: This was harder than I thought! I wrote it a first time last week but then I realized it was too similar to an upcoming chapter of ‘Perfect Secrets’, so I had to delete and start all over again. Enjoy and let me know what you think! I live for comments/reblogs :)

(I absolutely love this gif. It practically screams testosteron! If I was standing near an Orc at this moment I would take its arm and wound it around my neck myself, and gladly take up the role of damsel in distress. Yes please!)

The fellowship halted before the gates of Moria. You were relieved to be out of the snow, but dreaded the upcoming journey through Moria. You knew why Gandalf hesitated to go through them, shivering at the thought of what could happen. Legolas’ eyes met yours, but he looked the other way when he saw you staring back. You rolled your eyes, knowing you had to have a serious word with your beloved Elf.

While Gandalf tried to figure out how to crack the password after two unsuccesful attempts, you made your way towards Legolas. It felt like days since you two spoke to each other. He didn’t look up when you sat down next to him. You sighed, kicking the sand with the heel of your boot.

“Are you still cross with me?” you asked, already knowing the answer. He pursed his lips, as if he was actually considering it. But then he rose to his feet and went to Aragorn and Sam. “Guess that’s a yes,” you muttered. Merry and Pippin let themself drop down at your feet. You heard Gandalf yelling at poor Pippin a few moments before and he still looked a bit shaken. “Still mad at you?” Merry asked. You nodded. “He has every right to be, my lady,” Boromir interrupted. You didn’t know he had been eavesdropping. “And why is that?” you asked him. “This journey is no place for a woman. When we fight, we do not have the time to protect you as well. He only wants to keep you safe.” You rolled your eyes again. “How many times do I have to say that I can take care of myself? I know how to fight!” “Training or taking part in a battle is not the same thing. If you were mine, I would have tied you to a chair to make sure you didn’t join us.” “That’s why ‘if’ is the keyword, Boromir,” you reminded him.

You could hear Frodo shout something, and the doors to Moria finally opened. Everyone got to their feet and entered the mines. Legolas made his way up front with Gandalf and Frodo, while you lingered towards the back of the group. If he wanted to ignore you, so be it. You wouldn’t fret about it anymore. He’ll come around eventually.

The reason of your falling out was quite simple. Legolas had forbidden you to go along on the journey, after you volunteered at the Council of Elrond, following his example. Yes, that’s right. He forbade you. Like you were his property. Not that he could have convinced you not to go, but you might have listened to reason. But as soon as he said that damned word, your mind was set. You were going, even if that meant you had to end your relationship because of it. And ever since you left Rivendell with the fellowship, Legolas had given you the cold shoulder. He hardly talked to you and chose to walk alongside everyone but you. When the Crebain flew over in Eregion, it hadn’t been Legolas who pulled you under the rocks but Aragorn. At that moment you realized he truly was angry at you. What you failed to notice was the worried expression Legolas wore the entire time, cursing himself for not being anywhere near you to pull you to safety. He had thanked Aragorn extensively afterwards. He vowed to himself to never make that mistake again.

When you entered the mines, you could hear Gimli boasting about his cousin and the hospitality they were about to recieve. You felt the darkness closing in around you, you really didn’t like this place. “This is no mine, it’s a tombe!” You heard Boromir exclaim. It was only then you realised the cracking sound beneath your feet wasn’t the sound of branches breaking or gravel. You were literally walking on dead bodies. Legolas pulled an arrow out of a corpse. “Goblins!” he hissed. He notched an arrow on his bow and instinctively took a few steps towards you. You were too busy trying to avoid stepping on another dead Dwarf that you didn’t notice.

Boromir yelled something about the Gap of Rohan, but a movement outside of the gates caught your attention. Out of the water came a long tentacle, slowly sliding over the ground towards Frodo. Before you could warn him, it grabbed his leg and dragged him out of the mines. Sam cried to Aragorn for help, alerting everyone else. They all ran outside and tried to cut off the tentacles with their swords. Boromir had been able to free Frodo, but the giant squidlike creature wasn’t giving up very easily. “Y/N! Go back inside, take the Hobbits with you!” Aragorn yelled. Seriously? You were not a babysitter! Why did they have such a hard time believing you could hold your own? Aragorn, Gimli and Boromir kept slicing the tentacles, but the creature didn’t back off. Legolas shot arrow after arrow, to no avail. They needed help. “Quick, give me a sword or a dagger, anything!” you yelled, eager to join the fight. “No!” Legolas yelled, shooting an arrow in the squid’s left eye. “Go back into the mines!” “Oh, now you can talk to me!” You felt someone grab your arm, trying to pull you back. You shook them off before you turned around and saw it was Merry, immediately swallowing the insult that had been on your tongue. “Into the mines, hurry!” Gandalf shouted, when he realised this was a fight they could not win. You followed the others back into the mine, barely escaping the falling rocks when the entrance collapsed.

After a few days of walking through Moria, you had reached the Chamber of Mazarbul. Legolas still wasn’t talking to you, now upset you hadn’t listened to him with the squid situation, but you knew he was going to give in at any moment. You had caught him staring multiple times, his hands twitching to take yours when you walked next to each other. Gimli cried over the loss of Balin. You placed your hand on his shoulder and squeezed lightly. He gave you a grateful nod. You heard Gandalf reading aloud from a book he’d found, and the words he spoke made your hairs stand up. A sudden clang sounded through the chamber, and you saw Pippin standing by a well. He had managed to knock the head off a corpse, and the body of the fallen warrior followed seconds later. Gandalf shouted at him for being so careless. “Don’t worry Pippin, he’s under a lot of stress. He doesn’t mean it,” you tried to ease the tension between them. But then the drumbeats had started… “Orcs!” Boromir and Aragorn ran to the door and barricaded it with anything they could find on the ground. “They have a cave troll,” Boromir laughed sarcastically.

“Y/N! Take the Hobbits and go to the back of the chamber! Stay behind Gandalf!” Aragorn shouted. “No! I want to fight! You can use my help,” you yelled angrily. You weren’t going to stand helpless at the sidelines again. Not this time. “Meleth nin,” Legolas spoke to you, his jaw clenched. “Could you please listen to us for once? I only want to keep you safe!” He cupped your face with his hands, and kissed your lips. “I could not live with myself if you got hurt.” The Orcs started to hack through the heavy wooden doors with their axes. “Go!” he growled at you, and you were so surprised at his reaction that you obeyed.

You had gathered the Hobbits and hidden yourself on the second level, behind the pillars to keep you out of sight. The men had no problem with the Orcs, slaying every single one who crossed the wooden doors. But then a loud growl resounded through the chamber, and the cave troll entered, shattering the remains of the door with his mace. A curse escaped you, this was entirely different than fighting against Orcs. The troll immediately made its way to Legolas. The skin was too thick, Legolas’ arrows bounced off of it. He barely avoided a hit with the mace, and you started to get worried.

Suddenly the troll spotted you and the Hobbits, and with a screech he ran towards you. It swung its mace and you grabbed Frodo, yelling at the other Hobbits to go the other way, hoping it would chase you to keep them safe. Aragorn and Boromir took the chain hanging from its neck and pulled at it with all their might, trying to distract it and buy you and Frodo some time to get yourselves to safety. Legolas and Gimli were too busy with the remaining Orcs. The troll swung its mace at them, and with one powerful blow he threw Boromir across the room into the wall. He landed with a thump on the ground, unconscious. “No!” you screamed, which caught the creature’s attention. He charged at you again, and you shoved Frodo behind you. The troll roared in pain when Aragorn threw a spear at him, piercing his back. Aragorn soon suffered the same fate as Boromir. Your eyes went to Boromir, who was slowly regaining his consciousness, to Legolas who was shooting arrows at the troll again in the hope to find a weak spot, and back to Aragorn, who lay lifeless on the ground. They were losing this battle… You couldn’t stay there and do nothing! Even Sam was fighting against the last Orcs with his frying pan of all things, but it was effective. They only had to find a way to defeat the cavetroll. And you knew how.

“Stay here!” you said to Frodo, shoving him in the corner. You jumped of the landing and took two Orc swords from the ground. “Y/N, no!” Legolas cried at you. But you already listened once today, and that was more than enough. You ran around the troll, hacking your swords in its legs. It cried out in pain, and was now really pissed off at you. “Y/N, Lassie, leave this to us!” Gimli shouted. “Yes, because you’re doing so great!” you yelled back. The troll swung at you with its mace, and it smacked to the ground right in front of you. Perfect timing, you thought and you jumped on top of it, and nimbly ran up his arm towards his shoulder. It tried to smack you off of him, but you were faster, slicing his shoulder and upper back. You sat down, and swung your arms around his neck, effectively slicing his throat with both swords. The troll made a gargling sound and fell face forward to the ground. You jumped off his back, twirling the swords in a cocky way.

The whole fellowship looked at you in surprise. “That was amazing!” Merry and Pippin yelled at you, engulfing you in a hug. “Excellent fighting skills!” Boromir complimented. “I’m sorry we doubted you.” The others couldn’t agree more. Legolas however stayed silent. “Are you okay?” you asked him. He scoffed. “You’re asking me if I’m okay? No, Y/N. I’m not! You didn’t listen and put yourself in danger. I had a dozen heart attacks while you fought that troll!” You stared at the ground. He lifted your chin with his hand, and he pressed his lips against yours. “But you have proven to me that you can stand your ground.” You smiled at that. “Does that mean I can have one of your swords?” “Absolutely not!”

A/N: I’m still not that good with endings, but you get the idea!

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i-try-to-write-stuff · 3 years

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Secrets Chapter 18

PS - This chapter contains poorly written smut.. I am not good with smut, please bear with me :)

Warning - 18+ and Smut

‘No commitment, no sex,’ Steve summarized.

‘That wasn’t a game!’ you protested, offended that he could even think that of you. From the moment you realized just how much power Steve had over you, you tried your best to protect yourself. Saying no to sex while he was out there fucking other women was common sense rather than manipulation.

‘Why are you pretending?’ Steve murmured, lowering his head and kissing along the side of your neck before he followed that trail down south with his mouth.

‘In the end, I have only ever wanted you. I wanted you so much that having you began to seem like the only goal. And trust me it was heaven, my slice of heaven on earth’

Your cheeks flushed.

‘But it wasn’t a game. It might’ve been for you, it wasn’t for me. I never wanted to be a notch on your bedpost, I wanted and an actual, honest to god relationship with you because I liked you and cared about you’

‘I know and that is why I married you,’ Steve reminded you relentlessly.

You realized that he had always believed that it was the physical pull he felt towards you that he proposed to you…so you were always around, always available. Your marriage was based on a shallow foundation, was there any wonder that their relationship had failed? Nothing was lasting about lust it fades away, you told yourself…… Your body had it’s own mind, as you thrust your hips towards him, inviting him to continue...

Steve's mouth traveled down to your breasts, enjoying the warm softness and licking and nipping them. You gasped when he started to roll your nipple between thumb and finger, licking the hardened nipples, you let out a moan in response.

‘God, I love them,’ he husked nuzzling between your breasts.

You laid back on the bed. He twisted your one nipple while licking and biting the other one, he continued to massage your other nipple with his tongue. Steve had been obsessed with your breasts ever since you had started sleeping together, seeing you all blissful Steve moved down south as he massaged your clit through your panty, you were already in a haze of ecstasy. Steve being the impatient man tore the panty in two. He dipped his fingers in your wet pussy eliciting a moan from you……He knew your nooks and crannies very well… his fingers massaged your G- pot persistently, meanwhile abusing your engorged clit from his other hand, Steve knew you were close and he continued his torture till you came. Steve did not stop even after your climax, he continued to flick your sensitive clit meanwhile fingering you single-mindedly, Steve wanted to see you wrecked……he loved making you a mumbling mess. You came again and this time the flood gates opened, it felt as though your brain had short-circuited with pleasure.

Steve haphazardly removed his pants and boxers, he opened the nightstand to grab a few condoms, he tore open the foil and rolled it over his cock which had been rock hard since he had seen you in your shop, you had that much control over him and you did not even know, you had been his curse, a curse he loved too much…

He positioned himself between your legs and he hovered over your body, he grabbed your chin and kissed you forcefully, trying to communicate his want, his love, and his need for you…He pushed in his rock-hard, veiny, and thick cock inside you in one go. He groaned against your mouth, feeling your wet heat surrounding him made him go mad with passion, he grabbed your legs and put them over his shoulders, and started fucking you earnestly. His strokes were deep, rough, and fast, you felt his thickness spearing you, you could feel the ridges of his cock. He was splitting you in half and you were letting him do that, he was hitting all the spots and you were nearing your third climax of the night and by the looks of Steve he was not even close, you came again from him being inside you, his cock stroking your G-spot and striking against your cervix. Steve had to control himself, he felt your cunt tightening like a wet velvet, he did not want the night to end so soon, he wanted to refamiliarize himself with your body.

‘Do you know how many times I have imagined this in the last few weeks?’ Steve asked you.

You were trembling.

‘Please…’ you said shakily…

He pulled back and sat down and pulled you over him and entered your pussy again with vigor this time he let you take control but soon after his impatience had him driving up his hips to meet your pussy, he needed to one with you again. He drilled your pussy with a series of hard thrusts of his painfully thick and large cock.

Steve growled with passion, plunging himself deep in your pussy with urgency...

You could hear someone screaming, it was you, screaming in pleasure, thrashing from the fourth climax that took over you and you took Steve with you.

‘That was amazing,’ Steve said breathlessly, his arms keeping you close.

‘I was afraid that I would not be able fuck you because of Rick.’

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bloodycassian · 3 years

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Tension - reader x Azriel - reader keeps a secret, Az finds out during battle.

Quietly stacking books, you hummed to yourself. Below the house of wind was one of the most massive libraries in the world, and it was your happy place. The smell of worn leather and the age of the books was comforting. Then there was the monastery screeching coming from the pit. Cassian was yelling too as he shot upwards, like a shooting star sent from hell. And after him, whipping tentacles of darkness that licked at his heels. Then, a blue shield right alongside those arms shooting upwards. The priestess screamed, frantically hiding behind bookcases or feeling to exit. You stood from where you had hid under a desk. Knowing Azriel, he would have told you about the attack if he had the ability to do so. He would have warned you if a threat was about to hit the temple. So this was...unexpected then. Suspicion rose in your chest, making you weary. But the threat was real. The whipping of those ugly arms breaking the railing above was real. You felt the light emerge from you before you could even think of it. The cool thrum of power flowed over you. Taking a breath, you centered yourself and walked to the edge of the balcony, gripping the rail and peeking down. The tendrils of darkness leaked translucent slime down. Not Byraxis, no... Something far more power thirsty. Azriel grunted as he pulled his sword from the side of a thick tendril licking upward. You summoned the light from your chest, coaxing it out of you. Cassian was slicing away at the tentacles that reached for him, while they began retreating. Inquiring about the new power source they felt. You let out your song of light, letting it bleed into that dark abyss below. "The guardian" Someone gasped from the balcony above. "Shes the temple champion." Silence, then awes rang out from all levels. Your light flooded the area, forcing the beast to retreat lower into the abyss. You paused only to hop over the railing into Cassian's arm. He still had his sword at the ready in the other hand. Azriel was far below, avoiding your light. He kept a safe distance away. You cursed yourself, knowing the information you withheld from him was going to cause issues. Your nose crackled at the pressure as Cassian slowly glided you down floor after floor. Chasing those slimy tentacles all the way down. You dared not speak, fearing the darkness would whisk your voice itself away. Whisper it as secrets to other dark forces. You did however, think about all the insults you wanted to throw at the two Illyrians for not warning you of their spying under the temple grounds. No one knew of what forces lurked in the tunnels below. Built by ancient fae along ago, no one remembered. No one dared to try to find out. Cassian and Azriel had only been down there to find out if Byraxis still lived, if the creature had returned to its chasam after the war somehow. The smell was putrid at best. Nauseating at worst. You held in a gag when Cassian landed with you. Your light burned into the side of the fish-like body that lay below, cowering from your light. Azriel stood in a corner behind you, siphons glowing in a blue that matched your light. Pure, bright light. "What exactly do you two plan to do with this now?" You said, biting back the anger that rose in your tone. "We need a spell seeker, someone who can find the book to vanish this thing." Azriel spoke from behind. "And it seems you would be that someone." He nodded to how the monster filling the pit seemed to cower from you. "Check the lower levels, for any spellbook that stands out to you. Cass you're with me." Az waved his friend over, both their siphons flaring as the beast moved weakly. You tried to ignore that clipped tone he used. How his eyes refused to even skim your way. Shame coiled in your gut as you ran to the stairs. You glanced one more time back to Azriel. Wholly focused on the monster in front of him, he tried to ignore the panging urge to protect you. You rushed up the stairs to the bookshelves that were still intact after Byraxis' attack. You followed your gut, trying to get rid of the nagging pull that was trying to bring you back down to Azriel. You closed your eyes, hands out in front of you and let your other senses guide you. Straight into the side of a bookshelf. You knew the Illyrians would be laughing if they had witnessed it. But it led you to just what you needed. The old wooden shelves were cracked with age, weathered. The second shelf from the top seemed to be singing to you. Like a magnet drawing you to it. You reached, standing on your toes. Then jolted back at the sharp sting that zapped through you. + Azriel's heart sank as more and more time passed. The weight of betrayal was still there, but concern overlapped it. The beast hissed and occasionally whipped a tentacle out - testing them. And it grew more confident with each minute. He cursed under his breath, his shadows unable to tell him anything about the dark thing. Cassian roared, spearing his sword into a writhing tentacle that wrapped around his leg. Azriel knew they had to keep it where it was so you could banish it. But the temptation to fly above and dislodge a rock big enough to hold it in place was growing. "I have it!" His heart gave in to relief at the sound of your voice. You held the book above your head triumphantly. "I just need to-" Before you could finish, you were swooped into the air. The smell was worse than before. You clutched the book like a lifeline. Az's shadows flared, beelining to you immediately. They hovered around, unable to spear through that light you emitted. You began glowing again, that blue light flickering as you moved the book away from your chest. The beast wailed.Az's heart lurched in his throat. He took off with a roar, sword out. And sliced precisely through the thick member that had been holding you in place. You fell. Cassian's soft laugh was a comfort. He held you against his chest, sword still out. "Miss me?" He asked, angling his siphon to fend off an attack. He turned serious as he looked down. You could have swore you saw his dark skin turn ashen. "Say the spell, just.. yell. Yell it now." He grunted, swinging his sword and trying to balance you in an arm and fly all at the same time. You stumbled over your words, but summoned that familiar light inside you. You opened the book and began. The ground shook when the beast screeched. Cassian's next words were muffled. Not words, cheering and jostling you in his arms. Azriel circled below, making sure the monster was really leaving. It turned to dust below you slowly, its ashes circling upward and covering you. Cassian coughed. You looked up to see the specks floating high above, shimmering in your light like snowflakes. They raced up, going to that moonlight hole in the roof of the library. "Good work, Champion." Cassian congratulated as he set you down on the floor. Your feet stuck slightly, but the odor was dissipating quickly. Azriel did not look as pleased. He stared at the two of you with the icyness that would make enemies weary. "Why didnt you tell us?" "Why didnt you already know?" You winked, making Cassian hold back a laugh. You turned, going to place the book back where you had found it. It was calling for its home, as if it knew it had served its purpose. There were mutters of the two Illyrians behind you, then rustling of wings as one took off. Azriel followed you, you could feel those cool shadows nipping at your heels. They never fully encompassed you like you'd seen done to his friends. It was like they were weary of you, afraid perhaps. He jogged to catch up to you. "You could have been killed." He growled beside you. His wings were still flared out, as if still waiting battle. You smirked to yourself, not allowing his bad mood to ruin your after battle high. "So could you. Anyone can die at any moment." You didnt spare him a glance, you knew that he was brooding. He said nothing else as he followed you to the bookshelf. You placed the book back with a sigh, the attachment fading. The book seemed to whisper a sort of goodbye before that hum dulled into nothing, and you could feel the exhaustion beginning to gather around you. Azriel had not taken his eyes off you. That cold stare burned into you, and when you finally met his gaze his eyes flared. You could feel those shadows circling you, trying their best to take you in. You let a flicker of that light flare out of you and they retreated. He hissed, taking a step back. "Take a break from it Az, you cant possibly know everything." you scolded, trying to shove past him. He grabbed your hand, pulling you back. "I know about those powers. I know the stories." He bit back a smile as your face flashed in shock. "And I know there are only three of you left." He held your hand still, locking you in place even further. The cool thrill of terror thrummed deep in your bones. You smiled sweetly at him though, hoping to play it off. "I have no idea what you're talking about." You ripped your hand away, your power thrumming in preparation for a fight if he tried. He only chuckled to himself, nodding. Those shadows made him seem menacing, whirling around him in a way that made a bit of fear come out. His wings seemed to grow, towering over his head. "Enjoy the walk up." He winked, before turning and taking off with those powerful wings. You cursed to yourself, stunned there at the bottom of the pit alone. Your mind raced the entire way back up, your light the only thing making it possible to make it past the first six floors. Once there was enough faelight to guide the rest of the way, you tucked that light back into yourself. You could have sworn you heard a soft laugh from the pit.

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queen of broken hearts. jjk (m) part one.

I’m the queen of broken hearts, break you in a thousand parts.

part two. part three.

pairing: jungkook x reader genre: smut, heavy angst word count: 3.2k warnings: one sided pining, jungkook is in lurv, oc is definitely not(also kind of a bitch), smut, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, slightly rough sex, finger sucking, creampie author’s note: this is based on a request from @koochiekoo for the milestone drabble yay! hope you like it bb ❣️

Jungkook doesn’t know why he allows himself to constantly wind up in this position. He knows it’s not good for him, leaves him feeling hollow each time his mind clears, leaves him wanting more of you in ways he knows aren’t possible.

Yet somehow his common sense and dignity leave without warning the minute you come to mind. His morality and self respect jump right off a cliff with no parachute in sight, succumbing to your every wish like a dumb little puppet for you to play with. There’s just something about the way you call him over, your saccharine lies wrapping him around your finger so beautifully he almost doesn’t hate it.

He knows you’ll never love him, not like he does at least, his heart’s open for you like a treasure chest, ready and willing for your taking but nothing inside was of value to you. It didn’t matter if he dipped his heart in gold and covered it in pearls, you’d seal the chest back up, weld it shut with a kiss to stop the lid from opening up again.

It was always a kiss, a kiss that left him swallowing the words back down that he knows will tear him away from you. As much as it pains him to know he could never fully have you the way he wanted, being able to go on dates, telling his friends you were his instead of having to pretend as if you two never spoke, being able to hold your hand in a tender act of love instead of the way he gripped them as he rocked into you. He’d rather have you like this than not at all.

He preferred to have you pouting underneath him because he had slowed his pace too much for your liking, your beautiful eyes giving him a roll that shows that your patience was slowly slipping. That was the only face of irritation he could handle from you, he could only picture the way your face would screw up in displeasure if he let the words of confession come tumbling off his tongue the way he wanted to.

No, he didn’t want that. He could settle with this.

“Jungkook,” you sigh out, your hands pressing against his chest being the anchor to bring him back to the ground, pull him out of whatever day dream he was currently in, “fuck me faster.”

The words hold no bite to them despite your impatience, but he knows if he doesn’t listen they’ll only get meaner. He briefly wonders if he might have a kink for that, the teasingly degrading words that dig into his skin like the blunt edges of your nails are now, they make his cock pulse inside of you as he recalls them.

Jungkook needs help.

A groan of annoyance finally fills the air as you lift your upper body up, your hand pushing at his chest once more to get him off of you. For a brief moment he wonders if you’re gonna kick him out but the thought leaves him just as quickly as it comes when your hands grip his slim waist, flipping the two of you over until Jungkook is sprawled out on what he knows is your side of the bed. He can tell by the sweet smell of your shampoo that lingers on the pillow by his head, the floral fragrance invading his senses and only making his heart twist further in his chest.

“You going soft on me?” You joke as you straddle his waist, your soft hand gripping the base of his sticky cock and guiding it towards your entrance once more.

The curve of your lips as you smile at him pulls him further under whatever hex you must have on him. Your hair hangs over your left shoulder as you stare down at him, taunting him as you let the bulbous head of his cock nudge against your hole, the angelic mask you don not doing much to hide the devilish intent you always had.

“No.” He weakly responds, rutting his hips up towards you to get you to sink down on him, succeeding in letting the tip of him breach your entrance. The warmth of your walls sinking onto the first inch of his cock has him groaning, his hands scrambling up to clutch onto your sides, giving you another moment to make your decision before giving up and forcing you down the rest of his length.

A sudden shout of his name reaches his ears as your thighs smack against his, your neck now exposed as you throw your head back at the feeling of his cock filling you up once more.

This was why you always called him over, a bad habit you couldn’t shake, a guilty pleasure no one could know about. Jungkook’s cock stretched you out just right, nudging along the sweet patch inside of you with no effort needed. It made you lose your inhibitions, left you hungry for something only he could satiate.

“Good, I can’t have you going soft on me,” you practically purred on top of him, grinding down on him in an intoxicating motion that sent his mind into a frenzy, “you know I don’t like it soft.”

His eyes roll back into his skull as you lean back, your palm resting on his thick thigh to give you leverage while you begin to lift up and slam back down on him, a pace intent to make him lose his mind.

“Let me fuck you then.” Jungkook whines out, the fingers digging into your sides helping you keep the momentum, the resounding smack of your skin connecting filling up your room in the dirtiest way.

“Mm, tried that already.” You mewl out when his hands slam you down even harder, the tip of his cock just shy of hitting your cervix, making a shudder rack through your body. He feels the way your walls flutter around him, a wicked smile spreading on his lips when he sees the way you try and fail to act unaffected.

“You got too distracted.” You continue with a slight tremble to your voice, your free hand trailing up your torso until you’re fondling your tits in front of him, twisting and pinching your nipples until you’re keening from your own ministrations.

Jungkook lets out a curse as he plants his feet on your mattress, the action jostling you forward until both your hands are planted firmly on his chest, a squeal of surprise slipping out of you. As much as you liked to act like you loved being in charge Jungkook knew you too well to leave it at that.

The way you all but sob as he pistons his hips up into you spells it out, you liked being manhandled, jerked around in his grasp and Jungkook revels in it, in knowing that for this brief moment you needed him.

“Oh fuck.” You cry out, collapsing on top of him as he ruts into you in a brutal pace, the raunchy squelching with each thrust of his hips only making another gush of wetness escape you, leaving his cock glistening in your arousal each time he pulls out.

Jungkook laughs now, a teasing edge to it as he watches the way you crumble above him, the bratty responses programmed in your head and filed underneath his name being wiped from your mind as he spears you open on his cock.

“Not distracted anymore huh?” He taunts, a choked moan dying in his throat when you tighten around him as his cock curves just right inside of you.

A fog falls over your mind, too heady with pleasure to understand his question until he’s flipping you back over once more, his cock staying nuzzled inside of you. A huff leaves you at the change of position, turning into whimper when he hooks his arms around your knees and pulls them forward, reaching deeper inside of you with each roll of his hips.

“I asked you something Y/N.” Jungkook pants, the tingling pleasure creeping up his spine at his approaching orgasm, his brows pinching on his forehead as he ebbs it away, intent on focusing on you first.

A sharp snap of his hips clears the fog, your head turning to the side as a gasp rips through your throat at the delicious way he pounds in to you, “J-jungkook, ah–“ you murmur, almost delirious with lust and he wishes he could capture this moment in his brain forever, the way you sound so needy for him only, “no nngh, not distracted, you fuck me so good.” You slur in a way he can just barely understand.

He knows though, with the way your back arches up, your hands twisting and pulling at your sheets as he continued the deliberate roll of his hips. Whenever Jungkook was around you he was more often than not buried to the hilt inside of you, knowing the telltale signs of your approaching orgasm well enough to know that you were teetering dangerously on the edge.

Your chest heaves as you feel the coil winding up inside of you, a desperate cry of more being thrown out and he can’t deny you. His pace never falters, bringing his hands towards your face and up against your lips, brushing along them until you open up just enough for them to slip inside.

He lets out a pleased groan when your tongue laps at his digits, your lips wrapped around his fingers and sucking as if it was his cock, swirling around them like your favorite candy that gets pulled away too soon. Whatever complaint you had at the loss dies when you feel those same drenched fingers snake down your torso and press against your aching clit, the tight roll of his fingers combined with the urgent thrust of his hips turning you into a blubbering mess.

“You called me for a reason babe,” he lets slip, his own words wounding him as he says them out loud, admitting to knowing that he was being used for your pleasure, “you gotta let me do what you called me for right?”

A pathetic whine is all you give him, one of your hands coming up to spread across his back, your nails digging into his skin in a slight burn that leaves him hissing.

“Right.” You keen, your own hips rolling up in time with his, desperate for the release that was blossoming inside of you.

He feels the way your walls get impossibly tight around him, your nails leaving half moons in your wake, littering his back with indents that only serve to send him rushing closer to his own release.

“Fuck, you gonna cum for me?” He asks gently, his fingers rolling over your clit in a way that nearly makes you shriek, “Gonna get my cock all nice and messy?”

“Ah, y-yes,” you cry out, a helpless gasp leaving you as a final thrust of his hips sends you flying over the edge. Bursts of light flash behind your lids in a way that resembles fireworks as you squeeze your eyes shut, your muscles tensing up as your climax rushes through you in waves, crashing against the shore of your mind and bringing you back to the present, leaving you laying limp and whimpering as you slowly come down.

Jungkook continues to fuck you through your orgasm, your pulsing walls fueling the fire inside of him as he rocks in to you with more desperation. His eyes are glued to the fucked out look on your face, your lips wet and shiny as you pout out and mewl underneath him, begging him to cum inside of you.

Fuck, how could you say things like that to him and expect him not to fall for you?

Jungkook takes it as an order, doubling over you and burying his face into the crook of your neck as he ruts into you, his hips finally losing the grace they always had, stuttering with need until he’s cumming with a guttural moan of your name.

Your hands rake through his hair as he fills you up, soft yanks against his scalp that only leave him grunting against your skin while he gives another handful of shallow thrusts into your dripping cunt, stilling his hips, his arms giving out on him.

As he lays on you in a heap, the both of you being exhausted from getting your fix, you give him a moment to recover. His soft breaths hit your skin, your sore legs stretching out after he released his hold on them but he was still buried inside of you, leaving you feeling sticky and a little uncomfortable.

“Kook.” You whine, your fingers jabbing at his sides a little too harshly to come across as playful. The sweat on your skin was becoming tacky and the added heat from his body only aided in making you more desperate for a shower, desperate to get him off of you.

“Hm?” He grunts out when your fingers dig lower on his sides, squirming on top of you as if he didn’t weigh a thing, like he wasn’t just a mass of muscle that was slowly cutting off your oxygen supply.

“Get off.” You groan, both your hands cupping his sides and trying your best to haul him off. He doesn’t relent this time, knowing he was toeing the line by the tone in your voice.

Jungkook pushes himself up and off of you, hiding the groan with a clear of his throat as he pulls his cock out of your sensitive core, not getting a chance to properly stare at the way his cum coats your folds because the second he’s off of you, you’re sitting up on your bed.

He rests on his haunches as you card your fingers through your hair, fixing the bumps and knots he had caused as you stand up. The curve of your ass draws him in, he wants to reach out and touch you but his hands stay glued by his side. All he can do is watch as you saunter through out your room like he wasn’t still there, sitting naked on your bed.

The initial sting of this had left him a while ago, having grown accustomed to the routine that followed. Hardly any words ever followed this. Jungkook can only pull his lips together as he steps off your bed, grabbing his discarded underwear and jeans off the floor as you make a beeline for your shower.

He takes his sweet time buttoning his jeans, hearing the soft mist of the water splashing against the tub, along with the song you played on your speaker. A smile sneaks its way onto his face when he hears your gentle singing echo through the open door.

Jungkook allows himself this much time, his eyes roaming your room, seeing the traces of you in forms of posters framed to the wall, the mess of stickers and books sprawled across your desk, photos of you smiling and laughing with friends. He finds himself wishing that he could take the place of one of those photos one day, a snapshot of the two of you smiling in the same way, out in the open world instead of being confined in the four walls of your room like a dirty secret.

It’s that same wish that keeps him rooted on your bed, the same confession begging to come out at his new childish want. Jungkook can only blame himself for this, you had never expressed desire for something more and even though you had an inkling that Jungkook’s feelings lingered a little too deeply, he was the one who remained. He was the one who came to your beck and call no matter what time it was, regardless of what he was doing. If he turned around and denied you he knew you wouldn’t fight him on it, but he wasn’t stupid enough to think that you wouldn’t turn around and find someone else to fill his shoes. Jungkook found solace in knowing that he was still the one you reached out to when you needed to get your fill.

As the shower squeaks off he starts to panic, scrambling forward to grab his shirt and slip it on. Just as his head pops through the top you exit the steamy room with a towel wrapped snuggly around you, a look of obvious confusion on your face when you spot Jungkook still in your room.

“Oh, you’re still here.” You quip, a curious smile on your face that he can’t pinpoint.

“Yeah, sorry, I got...distracted.” He cringes at his excuse, the confidence he had for a confession slipping through the cracks the longer you stare at him.

You laugh at his remark, holding back the teasing comment you want to say in order to not keep him here longer than necessary. You rest against the side of your dresser as you eye him when he finally stands up, he looks hesitant for the first time, like he has something he wants to spit out.

“Did you need something?” You question, your eyebrow cocking up when he steps towards you with his hands fidgeting by his sides.

“I, uh,” he chokes out, his mind scrambling the sentence he wants to blurt out. How hard was it to tell you how he felt, just ask you out for coffee, not even dinner because that seemed too formal, something that would scare you off.

“I kinda have somewhere I need to be at right now Kook.” You cut him off, the phone you held in your hand vibrating and lighting up just as you say that. His eyes find the screen, eyeing the contact name that said ‘Joonie’ with a handful of heart emojis tacked to the end of it. It vibrates a few more times, an influx of messages from him filling your phone and it doesn’t take much guessing for Jungkook to realize that wherever you needed to be was with whoever this guy was.

And just like that the confession dies in his throat once more, your soft lips pressing into his in the first kiss of the night, succeeding in welding the treasure chest shut in the way you always did. It doesn’t prevent him from shutting his eyes and enjoying the kiss, even when he knows its intent is to shut him up.

You pull away with a light smack, pressing your lips together at the dazed expression on his face as he blinks back to reality, “Okay, I’ll see you around then?” He finally finds his voice, digging himself deeper into this like he always did.

“Sure Kook, see you.” You wave at him, giving him a sincere smile as he fumbles on his way out of your room like a dork.

Once he closes your apartment door behind him he sags against the wood, desperately wanting to bang his head against it but the last thing he needed was to have you thinking his banging was this Joonie person knocking.

“Next time,” he breathes out to himself, “next time I’ll tell her.”

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