wildlittlefoxsworld

[wildlittlefoxsworld]

The shared bathroom

Newt Scamander x fem!reader

Words: 5705

Summary: You met a stranger in the train to a little village in Italy and you're staying in the same pension, sharing a bathroom. Newt is very determined to have a bath together, will you follow his invitation?

Warnings: smut, what else?

Since many of you liked my Newt Scamander Fic Be my distraction so much. Here is something else you might enjoy!

There you finally were. Alone in a village somewhere in Northern Italy. A trip you did only for yourself, trying to find some kind of piece. The little pension you chosed had only a few rooms and most of them weren’t occupied, because you visited the villiage outside the summer’s season. But yet it was very warm for early May. The sun warmed your face and you smiled as you took down the sunglasses after you walked through the old wooden door. Behind a little desk an old man sat with a book in his hands. The book was so worn out that you were sure the man read it for the hundreth time.

„Good evening,“ you tried to say in italian and the man only raised an eyebrow at your solid attempt, but he nooded in greeting and laid his book aside.

„One room?“ he only asked and you nooded smiling.

„You booked?“

„Yes, on the name Y/L/N,“ you explained and the man handed you a single key.

„Breakfast at eight and dinner at seven.“

„Thank you,“ you simply said and shook your head grinning. That was an odd man, but you liked him somehow. He didn’t bother much with small talk, just straight buisness. It was exactly what you needed. No one was asking any kind of questions and nothing you had to answer.

You wanted to focus on yourself.

The room was one floor higher. Your backpack hung losely on your right shoulder when you fumbled the key into the key hole and you heard the deadbolt clicking. Slowly you opened the door and it smelled slightly of lemons and rosemarin. You liked the place already.

The large bed was perfect for long morning sleeps, because you decided you didn’t want to leave the bed ever again. The pillows were soft under your cheecks and you inhaled deeply the fresh cotton smell. You moaned satisfied and bunched the sheets between your legs, made yourself comfortable. Your eyes loosely closed you started to fell into a light sleep and only a loud knocking on a door waked you up a fourty minutes later.

„Who’s there?“ you mumbled frustrated, because someone decided to interrupt your peaceful existing.

„I’m the person you share your bathroom with.“ A male voice sounded muffled from behind the closed bathroom door. Your brain needed a few seconds to proceed what his words actually meant and then the word fuck slipped very harsh from your lips.

„That was a bad word. A lady shouldn’t curse, but when you say it… damn, can you talk to me again?“ The male voice commented your cursing and you were taken aback for a moment.

„Are you the kind of person who can go off from only hearing a voice?“ you shouted back and decided to be as bold as him.

„I didn’t know until I heard a single word out of your mouth.“ The prompt answer came, but you didn’t want to get deeper into the conversation. You just shook your head in disbelief and buried in your face back in the pillows.

„I’m Newt by the way,“ the man started talking again and you groaned in frustration. You didn’t want to talk.

„Why are you in my bathroom?“

You heard him chuckle and you liked the sound. „This our bathroom, sweetheart.“

„I appericiate that you informed me about that fact. When you’re done, just knock on the door twice.“

„You’re very welcome. Actually I wanted to ask if you want to join me for a hot bath. I bet you need to get rid off the sweat and dirt from your journey to this place.“

You stared with a hunging jaw at the door, sitting slighlty upright in the bed.

„Can I assume you are very naked behind the door?“ you asked with an undertone of amusement. You were shocked, confused and stunned at the same time. You liked when people were straight forward, but this man was definitely very confident and cheeky.

„Indeed, darlin’, and if you agree I expect from you the very same when you come to join me.“

„Who said I will join you? I don’t even know you. You could be some creepy old man who…“

He started laughing wholeheartedly. „I’m a good looking man in his best years.“

„Can still be old“, you argued and slided out of the bed. Barefoot you tapped over the cold tiles towards the door.

„Oh darlin’, you got curious right? I can hear you coming,“ he still laughed and you stopped in your tracks.

„Fuck“, you cursed for the second time and then there was a thud at the door.

„This is torture“, he mumbled and you titled your head.

„You’re torturing me with disturbing my sleep.“

„I beg for apology, mylady. Maybe I’ll give a good massage after the bath and you’ll relax until you sleep or maybe you won’t sleep at all afterwards.“

His words could mean anything and you frowned, because you were talking to a stranger through the bathroom door in your pensions room. You remained silent. After two or three minutes you heard him stepping away from the door and the water splashing when he entered the tub slowly.

„You know I offering you having a good time and all you do is playing the shy girl. I remember clearly that you weren’t so shy when you eye-fucked me in the train earlier.“

Your eyes widened. „What?“ you chocked quietly, but he still heard you.

„I’m the guy you couldn’t take your eyes off.“

Your knees got weak and you slit down to the floor. He was the young man you observed on the train ride to here. This handsome guy with light brown curls und the pretty hazel eyes. He sat two rows away from you, but backwards. So you had a good view on him. His long legs had been crossed in front of him and the little smile he had on his lips drove your mind crazy. He was definitely your type and your thoughts had began to imagine the things he could to you. Especially when his tongue had darted out to wet his lips.

You had felt attracted him and now he was naked in the tub behind the closed door you were leaning against.

„I couldn’t take my eyes off you either,” he confessed and you knew he was smiling.

„Now you know I’m not an creepy old man. I’m twenty-nine to be honest and I think you’re not much older than me.“

You gulped and your throat felt dry. You needed a glass of water, but you didn’t have any left in your bottle and the only other source of water was in the bathroom.

The thoughts of seeing him were really tempting and you already saw him, but just not naked. But he was sitting in the tub, probably with foam, so techincally you wouldn’t see anything.

You exhaled slowly and braced yourself on the floor to get up on shaking legs. The whole situation made you very nervous, but also curious and you wanted to know where all his words would lead you.

Without a warning you twisted the door knob und you were surprised for a second that it wasn’t locked, so you knew his invitation was honest. You avoided eyecontact with Newt when you walked with hurried steps to the sink and grabbed a glass to fill with water. You gulped the water down until the glass was empty and you took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down.

„Not so shy in the end“, Newt observed with a chuckle. Now or never was the time to look at him and you turned slowly around. There he was with a smug grin on his face.

„I never said I’m shy. I was just careful,“ you answered and your eyes watched fascinated the scene in front of you. You didn’t see all of him, the water ended underneath his chest and his knees and half of thighs and calves were visible as well. His hair was slightly wet, probably he ran his fingers through it.

„And again you’re torturing me,“ he whined a little.

„How exactly am I torturing you?“

„Your intense gaze. You look at me like you would own me. And yet you’re standing there… Why did you come in here? Well, you were thirsty, but you could have walked straight out of here after you drank.“

You titled your head and shrugged your shoulders. „You made me curious.“

„Why curious? You wanted to check if I’m really naked? I can stand up if you want,“ he suggested smoothly.

You didn’t answer, just stared at him and bit down on your lip nervously. Newt shook grinning his head and in one swift motion he stood on his feet still in the tub.

„Satisfied?“ he asked with his hands stretched out. Your breath increased when your eyes wandered along his body, he was slim with firm muscles. What you saw was much to your delight and you walked closer to him.

„Your naked body is very pleasant, but simple things like that can’t satisfy me for long.“

You needed to look up at him, because he was much taller standing in the tub.

„I bet it wouldn’t, but thank you for the compliment. What now, darlin’? You saw me, it would be only fair if I could see you too. What do you say?“

You look down on you. Skirt and a light blouse were your only clothing. Newt was right that it would be only fair. He waited for your answer and you were sure if you said no, then he would accept your rejection and you two would go on with your lives. While you thought about his suggestion he glided back in the warm water and let out a pleased groan.

„You know the water has the right temperature. Come in here with me and I promise I won’t look until you‘re fully seated.“

You frowned and hestitated for a moment. What were you doing here? Yes, you liked Newt and he was handsome and tempting and a few other things you could think of, but normally you hadn’t much courage to do random hook ups. When you were honest you never did anything like this before. You had a relationship before and a good and healthy experience in sex, but you knew that Newt wanted you for your body in the first place. He wanted to have his way with you and you weren’t reluctant to sleep with him.

„You think too much,“ he stated with closed eyes. „It isn’t wrong to give in when you want something. I already imagined how you would look naked. Here with me in the water, in my bed or your bed, on top of me and underneath me. Yes, I want to fuck you rough or love you slowly and sensually. I’m up to what you’re up to. And I’m not shy to confess that I imagined having you in my lap, seated warm und tight around my cock… you know… earlier in the train.“

Those words were all you needed to get rid off of your nervousness and you fumbled with the button of your skirt, finally opened it you pulled the fabric down your legs and his green eyes followed your movements.

„You’re straight forward and I like that, but you talk too much,“ you replied and his eyes sparkled with mischievousness.

„Well, I’m sure you can think of a way to change this.“

You bent over him with your hand braced behind his shoulder on the edge of the tub. He was still smiling and your eyes lingered for a few seconds on his perfect lips. You laid your other on his right side of the jaw and pushing his head slighly back. His lips parted and you felt his hot breath on your cheeks.

You pressed your mouth onto his and the both of you stayed like that for a few breaths. But both of you wanted more, you wanted to taste each other and get closer.

Newt made the next move and his hands grabbed your waist. „Let me help you and get in here finally. I need you closer, darlin’,“ he mumbled against your lips and you parted for the act of climbing in the tub. Laying yourself on top of him, your legs on his sides, the water splashing over the edge and wetting the floor. It happened so fast, because the both of you were determined to kiss again.

This time Nwet searched for your lips and it was desperate and passionately. He opened his mouth, just to mold against yours. Your hands tangled in his hair and you tucked slightly on the strains. He moaned quietly. You were glad that he enjoyed the kissing as much as you did.

Newt’s hands grabbed the hem of your blouse which was now soaking wet and tried to pull it off your body. Both of you broke the kiss again, but it was like a drug, you couldn’t stop tasting each other.

His lips found their way to your throat where he sucked light purple marks on your skin.

“Well, this wasn’t what I imagined taking a bath with you. I thought it’ll be all slower, but you’re eager. I want to kiss every inch of your body, but first let me see you.”

You whined when his hands pushed you back on your ribcage and at the same time you felt thrilled when his eyes roamed your naked form.

“Satisfied?” you mocked him with a grin and he looked at your face.

“You have no idea,” he muttered and then his lips kissed your collarbone, his tongue darted out to lick the waterdrops off your skin, and his hands started to explore the soft flesh of your breasts.

“Oh fuck,” you said when his mouth closed around one of your nipples.

You were lost. Nothing felt more right in this moment than his hands and lips on your body. You didn’t think that you would see him again after you exited the train three hours ago. You went to explore the village and you lost him out of your sight. But you had watched him sitting in the train. You had imagined the things he could do to you or the things you would like to do to him. You never had felt yourself so drawn to anyone in your life before.

“Newt, don’t stop. It feels so good,” you mumbled in his hair while he didn’t stop savouring your breasts.

“It sounds so perfect when you say my name,” he replied quietly. “But, what’s yours?”

You opened your eyes and looked at the wall behind him. The blood rushed to your face and you realized how impolite you were.

“It’s Y/N, that’s my name. You can say it too, if you like.”

He chuckled and looked up at you. “That’s a perfect name to moan.”

Cheeky boy, you thought and pulled him into another kiss.

You were very aware of the erection that pressed to the fabric of your panties. No wonder he got aroused with all the touching the both of you had been doing the past minutes.

“Maybe we should start washing ourselves so that we can continue our buisness elsewhere. I’m not very interested in fucking you in the bathtub. I don’t want you to get hurt,”Newt suggested with a grin and you nodded in agreement.

You reached for the washcloth laying behind him on a little table and dipped it in the water while Newt handed you the soap with scent of vanilla.

“Alright, can I wash your front first and then you will do mine?”

“Or maybe I begin… I can’t wait to touch them again,” he replied and engulfed your breasts in his hands. You giggled when he pretended to weight them and moaned when his thumbs caressed your nipples.

“I thought you wanted to get clean, but only dirty thoughts in your mind,” you remarked smiling.

“Oh, you have no idea what dirty things I want to do with you.” He kissed you passionately and you nearly forgot that you agreed not to have sex in the tub. You pulled away from his mouth and pressed him back with a hand on his chest.

“I’ll be quick with washing you, but you have to be patient for now.”

Newt pouted playfully. “Do I get a reward if I’m behaving?”

You raised an eyebrow at him, but he just looked at you with puppy eyes.

“Fine, if you’re a good you’ll get a reward, you can choose.”

“How generous of you. Well, I know exactly what I want once we’re done,” he explained and his right hand was touching your mound. You gasped when he put a little bit of pressure on your folds. Two of his fingers began to move in circles causing pleasure in your most intimate area. You closed your eyes and let your head fall back what he took as an oppurtunity to attack your throat with kisses again.

Your cursed and the sound of your voice was probably his new favorite thing, because he rubbed you a bit faster.

“So straight to buisness, right?” you commented his actions. He chuckled quietly and shook his head.

“No, I won’t just put my cock in your pussy and pound in you until I’m done. I will make you sure you’re quivering mess and than I will take my claim on you.”

“Is that a promise?”

“You can count on that,” he said and winked at you. His fingers disappeared from your sex and he placed his hands firmly on your thighs. “Now if you please wash me that I can finally put my mouth to a good use, because apperantly a young lady complained I’m talking to much.”

You laughed at his words and you did as you were told.

Your plans in quick washing each other encountered in a heavy make out session and some other actions like you leaning over the edge of the tub and his hand between your legs. You lost your panties along the way and Newt was massaging your pussy with just the right pressure.

“That wasn’t the plan, Newt. Look on the mess we made on the floor. There is more water than inside here. I thought you wanted to be good and get a reward?”

You scolded him with a serious look on your face, but yet your voice was amused.

“Oh, don’t worry, darlin’, we’ll get there, but like this I can finally feel how wet you’re for me. God, Y/N, you’re soaking,” he answered in a lower voice and his fingers spreaded the wetness between your folds when he went further down to dip his digits into your entrance.

“Oh please,” you moaned and tried to ignore the fact that his erection was pressing against your butt cheeks. All of his touches increased your arousement and you were sure that if he would continue to fuck you with his fingers and play with your clit again, it wouldn’t take long to have your first of hopefully many orgasms tonight.

You heard Newt chuckling at your ear and he bit playfully in your earlobe.

“Please what? Do you want my fingers or my cock? Are you already so desperate for me? You know me a few hours, but you alreday can’t get enough of my touch.” He didn’t waste time in teasing you any longer and you felt his fingers pushing inside you. Your walls clenched slightly around them.

“You’re tight,” he groaned. “I bet you’ll feel gorgeous around my cock.”

“Fuck, Newt, I want it all. I don’t care how long I know you. I just want you to fill my pussy and make me come as many times as you can. Please, move your fingers. Fuck me with them.”

“I like when you beg for more. But like I said I won’t fuck you in the tub.”

The stopper holding the water in the tub was long gone and your knees began to hurt from kneeling on the hard surface. But you didn’t care in the moment, because his fingers worked magic and you were moaning with every push of them inside you. Newt hit the right spots and the familiar feeling of a rising orgasm started rising in your lower body. You could imagine to cum like this but you wanted to be with him in your warm and soft bed. Eventually you decided to tell him to stop.

“You’re right. Let’s get ouf of here and on my bed. You promised me that you want to talk less and put your mouth to a better use.”

“Yes, I did say that.”

You whined when he pulled his fingers out of your pussy and it clammed down on nothing. He rubbed your back soothingly and kissed the back of your head. You wondered that he was so affectionate towards you, but you didn’t mind it at all. You felt comfortable around him and that was all that mattered.

It took you a few minutes until you were back in your room, this time with Newt on top of you in your bed. His tongue was entangled with yours and you could only imagine what it would feel like licking your folds. While he had rubbed your body with a soft towel, he had whispered in your ears what he wanted to do with you when the two of you would be in your bed. You didn’t expect that he could be so filthy, but yet here you were. His body trapped between your legs, his hard cock pressed against your wet mound, the delicious friction causing your hips to buck against him.

You threw your head back to catch some air and his hot mouth sucked on your throat.

“Please, Newt, I need…,” you tried to say, but the words died in a moan when the tip of his cock bumped accidently into your entrance and sunk maybe one or two inches inside of you.

“Fuck, oh, I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to,” Newt mumbled above you as he shifted further down with the intention to pull away from you, but only causing to sink his cock deeper in your welcoming pussy.

“Oh, you’re tight, fuck, so good,” he groaned and tried to not to move any further. Newt looked at your face and wachted your brows drawn together, your lips slightly parted as you breathed fast.

“You feel good too inside me, Newt,” you replied opening your eyes and starred directly into his hazel orbs. He held his weigth on his forearms and your faces were only inches away from each other.

“Give me a moment and I will pull out. I promised you something, but I need to calm down first. You’re so wet and warm around me. Fuck… I… Y/N, I want to fill you with my cock so bad.”

You raised your hand to caress his cheek and your thumb traced his lower lip.

“I want it, please, don’t hold back. You can lick me with your tongue later. Now I just want to feel your cock. I think I’m ready for you,” you explained to Newt and his eyes searched your features for any kind of insecurity or worry, but you pulled him down into a searing kiss.

That was all it took to give into this pure bliss of feeling your velvet walls stretching around his cock. He sunk deeper into you until he was fully seated. It felt so naturally, like coming home.

“That’s it,” Newt breathed against your neck and your hands grabbed his shoulders for some support. “How are you feeling? Good? Does anything hurt?”

You shook your head.

“I need words, Y/N,” he chuckled before he kissed you shortly. You started to listen to your body, but you were comfortable and relaxed, his cock felt amazing being so deep inside of you.

“I’m good… it’s… I didn’t know it could feel so different,” you tried to explain, but Newt frowned while hearing your answer.

“What do you mean? What is different?” he asked perplexed.

You bit your lower lip and shrugged your shoulders. You couldn’t really explain the feeling he caused in your body. You had sex before, but it felt never like this. You liked how his body were pressed against yours, the two of you fitted perfectly together. It was like you were made for each other.

You shook your head and smiled at him.

“Not important, Newt,” you whispered and you moved your pelvis experimentally. His moan was enough confirmation that he still was on board to continue with what the both of you have started.

“Okay, you’re making it really difficult to hold back.”

Newt looked apologozing at you, but you just nodded.

“It’s alright, you can move. Please, I want it. I want to feel your cock fill me over and over again. Please…”

You whimpered when he pulled his cock out of you, but you cried out as he thrusted right back in and he didn’t go slow. His movements were precise and you angled your hips slightly to meet him with every thrust.

He slipped further into you while you moved and huffed out another groan. Newt bent over you, pressing his lips to yours and sliding his hands under your knees, lifting your legs and hooking them over his hips.

Newt slided his palms back down, he cupped your cheeks in both hands and used them as leverage to pound faster in your pussy. You mewled when he hit your cervix and you interwhined your fingers behind his neck.

“You’re so wet for me. Is this all for me?”

You tried to look at him despite your body sang with pleasure that he caused inside of you.

“Yes, Newt, only you did this to me. I think I am close.”

Your walls massaged his cock, it was like you sucked him in. A sweet torture that incresed his arousement and he knew he would burst within seconds if he kept this pace up. He wanted to slow down and catching his breath for a few minutes, but you weren’t in the mood for a break on your way to your high.

“Please… I need you… I’m so close… make me come, Newt. Only you can do it,” you begged him and watched him with teary eyes. The pleasure was overwhelming.

His thrusts became more urgent and you pressed into him firmly, wanting him to burry himself into you over and over again.

“Fuck… you’re so tight. You drive me insane,” he replied moaning.

By the sounds of your moans, Newt knew that you were getting close to your first orgasm and he was getting so close himself.

Your legs began to shiver and your walls were tightening around him as you came hard.

“Oh Newt,” you panted when you nearly blacked out from the hot pleasure running through your body.

“Cum inside me. Fill me up with your seed, I want to feel it,” you moaned, knowing it was a terrible idea but you didn’t want him to pull out at this point. You wanted everything of him.

“Yes, anything you want, darlin’,” Newt grunted and thrusted a few more times into your quivering core until he spilled his hot cum deep inside your pussy.

Your clenching walls milked every drop out of him. You felt shot after shot of his seed coating your insides and the warmth inside of your core was almost overwhelming. It felt surreal and highly pleasurable.

After he came, Newt’s thrusts were growing slower until they stopped and he laid down on top of you, completely exhausted, but with a lazy smile on his full lips.

You both were slowly catching your breaths, his face was laying in the sweaty valley between your breasts and you combed with your fingers through the wavy strands of his hair.

“That was incredible,” Newt huffed out and his hand caressed your right breast, pinching your nipple playfully.

You gasped on the slight pain, but Newt eased it with gentle fingers caressing your heated skin. Your hand tucked om his hair when his lips started a journey up your body to claim your mouth in a lazy kiss. His tongue demanded entry and you allowed it him gladly. Your body responded to the new feelings he caused with showing you his desire for you and you knew he was definitely up for round two.

“I can’t get enough of you, my love. I confess I was sceptical at first if your idea of role-plays was so good,” Newt mumbled against your neck when he started to move his pelvis back and forth in slowly thrusts. A moan slipped out of your mouth, because the anticipation of him fucking you again, knowing this time you would climax quicker and he would be much rougher.

“But you always know how to make sex more thrilling.”

His panting became harsher when he picked up the pace and nuzzled his face under your chin.

“Oh god, Newt, take me, harder, baby,” you demanded and he followed your wish. Newt grunted with every stroke, clearly enjoying himself as much as you did as his hips were slapping against you.

“Oh yes... yes Newt, right there,” you squealed, he clearly found your g-spot and now he was hitting this poimt repeatedly, and you soon felt the familiar sensations of ecstasy building in your core.

Increasing the tempo Newt began vigorously pounding you, his rigid pole splitting your dripping slit open as he fucked you relentlessly. Your hands gripped onto his hair, knuckles white, your climax growing rapidly which is when you felt the band snapping in ypir belly.

The both of you reached your highs at the same time and he muffled his groans in the crook of your neck. Your orgasms had been even more intense than before.

“What the hell of a ride,” you huffed out and you felt Newt’s cock soften.

“Did you enjoy our role-play? Did I do good job?” Newt asked with a raspy voice while he carefully pulled his cock out of your pussy, followed by leaking oit of your mixed juices. He fascinated watched his cum oozing on the sheets.

“Yes, you did it good, baby,” you chuckled when a smile spreaded on his lips and looked very pleased with himself.

“Do I get my reward now? I have beem very good,” Newt exclaimed and laughed now at his cute demeanor.

“You were an awesome actor, and nothing of it was scripted. All improvised.”

“I’m a natural talent,” Newt replied chuckling too. “In many ways.”

You shook your head still laughing whem Newt shifted further down on you and made himself comfortable on his belly between your legs. Newt wanted to keep his promise of making you a quivering mess and begging him for release. Going down on you was one his favorite things to do. You held still all the cards, you called the shots, he wouldn’t do anything you weren’t comfortable with and yet he would give in to every single one of your demands. He loved you, adored you and wanted you more than you could imagine.

That was why he agreed to live your fantasy out of having sex with a stranger. He came up with the idea of doing it when the both of you were on your vacation here in Italy. You travalled seperated on purpose in the train and he really got excited himself when you had exchanged glances.

He remembered the thrilling feeling that had cralled up his spine when he now watched you biting your lower lip and arching your back a little as he teased your outer folds with the tip of his tongue.

“Do you want it? Making you come with my mouth again.”

“You talk too much,” you responded harsh and Newt engulfed your pussy in his mouth as an answer. His tongue flipped upwards to lick your clit with the right pressure and you were in heaven.

Newt started moaning with pleasure at your sweet taste as he continued his assault on your little nub. His hands massaged your thighs but soon wandered up to fondle the soft flesh of your breasts and rolling your nipple between his fingers. The immense pleasure caused to rub your pelvis against his face, and he slipped his tongue finally in your opening, so you could fuck yourself on the wet muscle. His tongue went deeper inside of you, he explored the place where he already had spent hours of pleasuring you, and then licked up your slit to your swollen clit and back inside you. Newt repeated this motion a few times until he sensed thar you were going close to your third orgasm, and he will gladly gave you the release you crave.

“Oh god, Newt…there is…oh god…,” you barely managed to say as you began to buck wildly against him.

“Just let go, love, I’ve got you,” he told you and with the assurance you came again, not as hard as orgasmed before, but not less intense.

“Fuck, I’m done, stop, Newt. I’m feeling too sensitive now,” you said while your legs were still shaking and Newt gave you a kiss on your inner tigh.

“We are gonna do this definitely again,” he replied with excitement and you nodded smiling. You had loved every second of your little game, but now it was time for some rest. The puddle of water on the bathroom floor completely forgotten, Newt noticed when he walked barefoot through it to get the wash cloth. He would clean up the mess latee, now he nedded to take care of you.

After your love making Newt cleaned you up from all the sweat and your mixed juices between your legs. You were clearly exhausted, but you couldn’t sleep, so just listened to breathing and steady heartbeat of the man you loved.

[wildlittlefoxsworld]

Lazy Sunday Afternoon - with a lot of action in the bedroom - part 3

Summary: Peter and you decided to stay in bed, and Wade came back from a mission finding you both naked. The second part includes a lot of kissing, touching, etc.

Chracters: Spideypool x female!reader

Warnings: pure smut, fellas

Part one

Part two

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That was all Wade needed to hear. He picked you up like you weighted nothing. You wrapped your legs around his waist and giggled as he laid properly down with you. 

“Oh Y/N, I'm gonna make you feel so good,” he whispered against your lips and you couldn't wait that it'll finally happen. 

Wade's tongue dived into your mouth and his pelvis rubbed at your folds in the same rhythm. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and hold him close. You were desperate for his touch, for any kind of release from your throbbing core. Because watching Wade sucking Peter off got you turned on so much, and now all you wanted was his mouth back on your pussy. But you gonna feel his cock in the next minutes and you weren't sure if it was as  pleasurable as his mouth. 

You broke the kiss and looked in Wade's brown eyes. You could see his love for you, but his pupils were blown wide with lust. You knew that he wanted you and you wanted him in the same way. 

“Wade,” you whispered. 

“Yeah?” Wade responded and started to kiss your neck, sucking the skin between his lips and leaving purple marks. 

“Does it hurt?” You asked him quietly. You didn't notice that you stuttered a little. 

Wade gave you lovingly smile. “I would never hurt you, Y/N. I will be careful and I will prepare you first. Your pussy is very tight, I assume. What do you say if we start with one of my fingers and a lot of lube. And if you like it, we continue.” 

You nodded at Wade words and he left for a second to get the lube from the drawer. 

Wade came back to you, his eyes roamed your body while you were laying on your bed with spreaded legs. “You look so beautiful,” he complimented you. 

You whined as Wade touched your folds and pulled them apart to reveal your entrance. 

With his thumb he massaged your clit and you arched your back. “Wade,” you gasped when his thumb wandered down and teased your hole. 

“I can't wait to feel you wrapped around me,” he confessed. “Okay, baby girl, shall we start with one finger?” 

You could only nod. You were excited what Wade long fingers would feel like. Of course, you tried it by yourself before and you had orgasms, but not every time. You watched Wade put an amount of lube on his fingers and how he rubbed it between them. 

“Are you ready?” Wade wanted to make sure you're okay. 

“Yes please Wade,” you prompted him and he didn't waste time. Carefully he spreaded lube on your folds and then he dipped his fingertip in your tight hole. Your muscles tensed around his finger 

“Shhh, relax, baby,” Wade soothed you and his free hand rubbed your lower belly. You concentrated on your breathing and Wade shoved his finger to the second knuckle inside. 

Wade checked again if he should continue and you encouraged him. It felt different compared to your own fingers, but when Wade began to move it in a faster pace it got better. You moaned loudly and looked down watching Wade's movement. 

“Can you add another?” you asked him desperately for more pleasure. Wade did what you wanted. You were strechted and it was a slight ache, but it was a good feeling. 

“Do you like it?” Wade asked curiously and smiled at you. He curled his fingers up and you gasped loudly. 

“So good, Wade,” you praised him and he repeated the action a few times.

Wade beamed with pride that he could make you feel good. Wade was still worried that he would make you feel uncomfortable or it would hurt, but according to the noises escaping your mouth you enjoyed yourself very much. He thrusted his fingers in a steady rhythm inside you and your hips began to move towards him. You literally fucked yourself on his fingers after a while. 

"Please, Wade, I know you want me," you said between your moans. 

"Of course, I want you, baby girl. More than anything. Can you hear how wet you are?" 

Wade pumped his fingers a little faster, so there was a squishy noise. "Is that all for me? 

"Yes, yes, only you," you babbled helplessly when the heat in your lower belly started to increase. 

You felt so turned on from all the previous events that if he would only touch your clit, you were sure you would come in no time. "Wade, please, I'm ready. I want your cock." 

Wade grinned hearing your desperate please. There was no doubt that he will give what you needed in that moment, but he was sure you could wait a few minutes more. He looked over at Peter who watched the both of you with sleepy eyes, but with a lovingly smile on his lips. 

"Were you ever so desperate for Peter's touch? Did he ever make you feeling so good?" 

You frowned and opened slowly your eyes. You saw that you were watched the whole time, but you just smile back at Peter. You were happy that you could share this experience with the both men you loved. 

You thought a moment about Wade's questions and you knew that he only wanted to tease you. It wasn't a test or anything else. He was just curious and you wanted to give him a satisfying answer. 

"Every time I touch myself I think about both of you. How your mouths and hands would feel on my body. I think about what would your cocks feel like inside me and how much bigger they would be than my fingers. And when you really touch me it feels like my skin is on fire and when you kiss me I can feel my desire for you deep in my bones. So, yes, Peter makes me always feel good and so do you. Did you ever doubt it?" 

You gave him a changeling smile, but he only shook his head still grinning. 

"I didn't know you had such dirty thoughts. I should've asked you earlier. You know I'm curious, if you would request someday to take both of our cocks?" 

Your eyes widened in shock and Wade chuckled darkly. "You would look so pretty stuffed by two cocks. Maybe one in your pussy and one in your mouth. Or one inside your tight little ass. That would be awesome," Wade suggested and his thumb rubbed tenderly over your butthole. You gasped at his touch and he pushed his thumb a little bit inside, but he didn't slip past your rim. 

"Oh Wade, that feels weird," you uttered your thoughts, but still moaned at the new feeling. 

“Does it hurt?” Wade asked with honest concern in his voice and you shook your head. You liked it, but you never considered that someone would touch your butthole during sex. Wade continued to touch you there and it awoke new feelings in your body.  

"I see you like it. You look so hot, baby girl. But we won't go further now. All I want is you," Wade said with a deep groan and moved his fingers a little faster inside you. Your walls fluttered around him and his eyes were glued to the part of your body where his fingers were inside, and he felt how drops of pre-cum formed on his slit. God, the noises you made weren't from earth and it made nearly impossibly not to come from the sight of your hips rolling waves down onto his fingers.  

You were tight around his fingers like he told you earlier and after a few more times pushing into you, both of you knew you were ready for more. You opened your eyes and your heating gaze burned into his eyes.  

Wade withdrew his fingers from your pussy and you winced on the feeling of being empty. His hands caressed the inside of your tighs and slowly he pulled your legs up, so he could move closer to your entrance. You gasped when the tip of his cock nudged your sensitive folds. 

"Hold your legs up here for me, yeah," Wade told you gently and followed his request. 

You had never felt more exposed to your lover and you gulped when you watched how his eyes roamed every inch of your lower parts. “You're piece of art, Y/N, I never saw a woman that was more beautiful than you. And your pussy is magnificent. I could write poems about your pussy, I’m already in love with her.”  

You made a confused grimace, but chuckled slightly when Wade smiled at you. “You're always so cheesy.”  

“Oh, but you appreciate my compliments, even when they are cheesy,” Wade replied and wiggled his non-existent eyebrows. You rolled your eyes and Wade made an unpleasant noise at your behaviour. You looked back at him surprised. “Young lady, I think I need to teach you some respect. Maybe I should skip fucking your pussy and gave you good spanking, and maybe then I let you come all over my cock.”  

You weren't sure from where Wade’s sudden mood swings came and you were even more surprised that his words turned you on. You decided to play along with his little game and shook your head frequently. “Please, I’m sorry. I will be good for you now. Please, I want your cock in my pussy.”

Wade’s eyes widened when he realized you played along with him, when his first intention was just to tease you a little bit.  

“Will you beg to be stretched by my cock? I will give your pussy its first proper fucking and you will take it like a good little girl.”  

Wade took himself in his hand and his tip parted your folds for a second time, slowly he rubbed against your swollen clit. You moaned when you throw your head in the neck.  

“I… oh god, Wade… please, put your cock inside. I don’t want to wait anymore.”  

“I think you can do it better,” Wade challenged you with a grin.  

You looked down on your body to see how Wade teased you the whole time and you knew from the colour of his cock that he was holding himself back. The cock was so stiff that it must probably hurt him, but he still got the nerves to make you beg. This man got patience and a strong will, but you waited a very long time for this moment and you weren't so patient anymore.  

“Wade, I love you, so, please, make me yours. I want you so bad.”  

Wade couldn’t stand anymore as he heard your sweet voice pleading for his cock and so he lined himself up. As he eased the gleaming tip inside, slowly his way into the warm heat of your pussy he felt your tightness for the first time around him.  

Your breathing began to stutter when his cock breached your body and the ache of the stretch increased with every millimetre he sunk further.  

“Ahh, wait, it hurts… take it a slower.”  

Wade looked alarmed at you, but you encouraged him with a small nod and he moved rhythmically, pushing his cock slowly further into the hot tight space, moving his pelvis back and forth.  

“Like this,” Wade mumbled. “Just like this, baby girl, you doing so good.”  

The praise made you gasping when your body got used to the sudden intrusion and the arousal was mixed with the pain when you felt how his cock reached the deepest point of your pussy. Tears stung in your eyes when you tried to wrap your head around the new feelings and your nails dig inside his biceps when he picked up his pace, now sliding in and out with ease.  

“It still hurts, but why does it feel so good at the same time, Wade? You're so big and hard in me. Oh and it’s a bonus that your cock is scarred. I can feel it all and it’s so fucking good.” Your voice sounded strained and he caressed your thighs when he plunged his cock in your welcoming heat. He was pleased that the thing he hated about himseld the most, the scarred skin, brought you the most pleasure.

“I fit perfectly inside you. It’s like your pussy was made for me. You're taking me so good, Y/N. I will spend forever right between your legs.”  

Wade felt like he entered heaven the minute your walls began to clench around him and he hissed as he inhaled deeply. He pushed your thighs up so he could a better view and let himself sunk deeper.  

“Oh, yes, Wade. Please, more, I need more,” you begged, overwhelmed from the sheer pleasure Wade caused inside your body. It was your first time having sex, but you never imagined that you would beg him to take you harder. You always dreamed of sweet love making, but here you were turning into hot wild cat in the sheets.  

“You want me to fuck you harder?” Wade asked you to be entirely sure and he wouldn't do anything that you didn’t want to.  

“Yes, don’t hold back…” You couldn’t get the chance to finish your sentence, because Wade was pounding into your pussy with abandon. You were both panting, and your skin against his was like fire, like lightning, and for a moment you felt like there wasn't enough air in your lungs. The constant motion and friction on your sensitive inner walls pushed you further to your climax and you knew it wouldn’t take longer when you both would reach your high. Wade’s hips stutter and he withdrew and slammed back into you hard, again and again, until he thought he couldn’t take it any longer, not for one second, and you were still begging for more. 

"Are you close?" Wade asked breathlessly, after a final thrust, he laid your legs around his hips carefully, so he could embrace your body with his arms.  

"Yes, so close, just… Wade… keep going," you begged in earnest. Wade hips jerked sharp forward, shallow thrusts following the first one and you hold onto his shoulders, keeping your bodies together.

„Please, don’t stop, you feel so good,“ you begged him and Wade thought that he never heard anything better than you sweet voice.

You could feel that you were close when your walls kept clamping down on his hard cock. You loved how he reached parts deep inside your body that you didn’t know excisted and you wished that he would never seperate from your body ever again. That was why you whimpered every time only the tip of his cock remained in your pussy and you feared he would just pull out and left you alone with your aching core.

„Where do you want me to come, baby girl?“ Wade asked groaning and you could sense that he was nearing his climax. You fantasized about having his cum painted on your skin, but now you wanted to have all of him.

„What do you think, darling? I want you to come in my pussy. Make me yours in every way possible. Please, I know you want it. Fill me with your cum,“ you replied breathlessly and Wade pressed a hard kiss to your lips. He moved his hips faster and harder than before and you took it gladly. He angled his his hips, so he would hit the upper part of your pussy, right behind your pubic bone. Two things Wade noticed following his actions, firsr, he saw a slight bulge on your lower stomach when he trusted inside you, and second, youe loud scream followed by it.

„Oh, what are you doing? Fuck, is that…,“ you were interrupted when another wave of pleasure ran through you from his precise pounding.

„That is it, your g-spot. Found it. I will make come so hard, you’ll forget your own name.“

You began to pant and moan loudly beneath Wade while the tension in your stomach was growing, and growing.

„Let go for me,“ he whispered into your ear as he dug his fingers into your hips and you gasped as he plunged deeply inside of you.

„Oh god, yes, Wade,“ you screamed when your orgasm washed over you like a wave crashng down on the shore. His hips didn’t stop pumping into you and it didn’t take long until he spurted rope after rope of his cum to fill your pussy that still convulsed around him.

„Oh fuck, that’s it. You’re milking my cock. Yes, so tight, so perfect. This must be heaven.“

Wade was so overwhelmed wirth his feelings that his mind was completely blank. There was only you and your wet pussy massaging every drop of cum out of him. He never this hard in his life before. You will be the dead of him, ypou and Peter, because he could only imagine what it would feel like to bury himself inside Peter’s little hole, hearing his moans, or the imagination of Peter fucking him, nailing his prostate wit every trust. Wade nearly blacked out from white, hot pleasure.

He forced himself to look at you. Your head thrown back and your legs shaking from your orgasm, but the odd thing was your hips were still meeting lazy trusts and Wade thought that he could maybe made you come again.

He didn’t know another orgasm was building inside you, chasing it by rapidly impaling yourself on his still hard cock. You whined when Wade shifted and seate himself automatically deeper inside you. His cock nudged your cervix and your eyes rolled back inside your head when his thumb started to rub your clit hard and fast.

„Fuck,“ you screamed again when it took Wade less tham a minute to make you come for a second time.

„Ahh…damn, Y/N,“ Wade muttered breathlessly when your walls tightened a bit more around him and he felt a little orgasm himself. His hips laziy rutted against you.

That was it, you were doney completely exhausted, but happy and satisfied. Your arched back fell on the bed and you let little moans, because Wade was still inside you and causing tiny waves of orgasmic pleasure.

„Too much,“ you whimpered, feeling sensitive and sore between your legs.

„Yeah, give me a moment and I will pull out,“ Wade replied and shuddered when he felt the last spasm of your pussy on his softened cock.

You nodded and caressed his arms. „I love you,“ you mumbled and Wade gave you a lovingly smile.

„Love you too, my heart,“ Wade answered and he felt indeed loved. You had shared something precious with him  his heart could burst from happiness.

Slowly he pulled out of your now sensitive pussy and sihed at the feeling of being empty. You missed him already, but he kissed you tenderly and embraced with his arms.

„How are you feeling?“ Wade asked you and nuzzled your cheek.

„I’m perfectly happy,“ you said.

„Do you think Peter enjoyed the show?“ you asked Wade amd looked finally over to your mutual boyfriend who was clearly enjoying himself. With his hand moving up anf down his hard cock and lust blown eyes, he looked back at you.

„That was the hottest show I’ve ever saw,“ he commented with a rough voice and the sound of it went straight p your core.

„We will take care of you, baby,“ you assured him, and Wade and you moved over to Peter who watched you anticipation.

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I have a crush on you

Hey there, I post another fanfiction in the Harry Potter universe, well, have fun :)

Pairing: George Weasley x female!reader

Words: 2.6k

Summary: You’re best friends with the Weasley twins. The Yule Ball is coming soon and you don’t have a date yet. You have crush on George since forever, but you don’t think he likes you back, but it seems that you’re wrong, because George is asking you to be his date for the ball.

Warnings: I don’t know... fluff, a bit steamy kissing, that’s all :)

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Saturday afternoon in late September, it was still warm and you enjoyed the last ray of sunshine. You were happy to have a bit time for yourself, but this only last for a few minutes, because the Weasley twins knew the meadow near the lake was your favorite place. It would have been only a matter of time until they joined you with biscuits and pastries from the school kitchen.

“Y/N, we are really sad that you didn’t invite us to spend the afternoon with you,” Fred complained with a fake pout, but he looked adorable when he did it.

“That was the point. I want alone time, but here you are,” you huffed laughing and shook your head when the twins sat down on either side of you on the blanket.

“Oh, that’s rude.  You’re hurting our feelings, Y/N,” George responded and laid his hand above his heart. You could only roll your eyes about their behavior.

“Yeah, Georgie is right. We want an apology,” Fred demanded chuckling and poked you into your ribs with his pointy finger.

“Ouch, that hurts.” You rubbed over the point on your side.

“You’re just too weak,” Fred observed and you shoved him hard on his shoulder that he fell backwards.

“Hey, what was that for?”

“For calling a girl weak,” you replied sassy.

“Fine, you aren’t weak, but you shoved like a girl.”

You smacked him on the back of his head and he hissed from the slight pain.

“Why are you attacking me?”

“You’re the one who is mean to me.”

Fred clicked his tongue. “I am mean to you? You’re hitting me.”

“Stop this nonsense. I have a peace-offering,” George disclosed and opened the basket with biscuits and pastries.

“Oh, yummy, you bring me lemon cake,” you cheered and took one of the little cakes in your hand. You bit in the delicious mass and the flavor of citrus fruits exploded on your tongue.

“So good,” you mumbled and ate the piece in two more bites.

“Are you two friends again?” George chuckled.

“Okay, we have truce, but only if he doesn’t start his childish behavior again,” you said with your mouth still full of lemon cake.

“Before you speak, you should gulp your food. It’s impolite,” Fred remarked with a grin.

You turned your head to him with widened eyes. “You’re the one with bad manners.”

“Can we have at least one day without the both of you teasing each other?” George huffed laughing and nudged you in the side.

“We’re not teasing each other, that’s how we’re showing our affection to each other,” Fred explained and you nodded eating another lemon cake.

“Alright, and how do you show affection towards me?”

You licked a few crumbles from your lips while George watched curiously. “You couldn’t handle me being mean to you, so I’m very friendly to you, and you’re the nicer twin by the way.”

“I can hear you,” Fred exclaimed beside you, but you just gave him a side-glance and shrugged your shoulders.

 You talked with the twins about the last lesson in Astronomy and if you already wrote the essay for the next Potions’ lesson. You were already done, but you wanted to reread it this evening, because it was due tomorrow. Like always Fred wanted to copy your homework, but you denied it like always.

“You are the smart one of us, Y/N. Why don’t you help me?” Fred fake cried and you shook your head again.

“Who said you’re not smart?”

“You, yesterday, remember?”

“You’re both are smartest guys I knew, except for Hermione.”

“Hermione lives in the library, of course, she’s smart.”

You three laughed at George’s comment and you ate your third lemon cake.

“You should be careful with eating so many cakes,” George said with a concerned tone in his voice.

“And why is that so?” you asked slightly offended. “Want you say that I’m fat?”

George held his hands up in defeat. “I mean you should consider the thought. The Yule Ball is in a few weeks and you want to fit in your dress, right?”

“Oh, shut up, who says that I’ll go to the ball?”

“Why not, Y/N? Don’t you have a date already?” Fred asked curiously.

You snorted through your nose and ate demonstratively a fourth lemon cake.

“Is that a no?” Fred asked again.

“Why are you asking anyway, Fred?” you replied a little mad. You didn’t really want to talk about the Yule Ball and who would be your date to the ball. Fred knew exactly that you didn’t have a date; you would have told both of them. The twins were your best friends since your first day in Hogwarts, if something special like that would happen they would be the first to know.

There were a few boys who had asked you, but you declined every invitation politely. You waited for special guy to ask you, but you weren’t very hopefully that this would happen.

“I’m just curious,” Fred answered shrugging and you frowned at his words.

“You know you could go with us,” George suggested from your right side and you frowned even more.

“Don’t you have other options then to go with your girl best friend?”

“Oh, we have a lot of options. Fred is burning to ask Angelina, but he’s too afraid to ask.”

You burst out into laughter. “Fred Weasley isn’t brave enough to ask a girl for a date?”

You couldn’t stop the laughter, but Fred looked really offended by your words.

“That’s not funny, Y/N,” Fred uttered seriously and you sensed immediately that he wasn’t joking.

“I’m sorry, of course, it’s not funny. But why are you scared? Just ask her. She can’t say more than no. I mean that would be sad, but I’m sure you will find someone else to ask.”

Fred made an unpleasant noise. “That’s-+ not so easy in practice.”

“Fred likes Angelina. He likes her in a romantic way,” George whispered in your ear and your eyes widened in surprise, but then you began to smile softly. You laid your hand on top of Fred’s and he looked up after his eyes were glued to his shoes.

“You should ask her. She will say yes, Fred. Trust me,” you encouraged him and Fred’s eyes lighted up with hope when he processed your words in his mind.

“Are you saying that she likes me too?”

“Yeah, she fancies you a lot. So go on, mate, before some other guy will ask her. Angelina is a popular girl.”

“Get her, Freddie!” George shouted after Fred ran back to the castle, but before he was gone he kissed your cheek to thank you.

 “I didn’t know he liked Angelina so much. How long does he feel like this?” You asked George frowning and feeling bad that you didn’t notice anything.

“Oh, I think since second grade. Don’t feel bad, I can see it on the tip of your nose. He didn’t show any signs until they announced that there would be the ball. He told me when we talked about who we should ask for a date. You see I didn’t know either.”

You took a deep breath and thought that even your best friends had secrets. That was okay actually, because every person had secrets that they kept to themselves. Even you had a secret. Your sight wandered to George and you watched his profile. The red, messy hair, the straight nose and his full lips, the freckles around his nose and then he looked at you with his deep brown eyes.

You turned your head away very quickly and you didn’t see the smug grin on George’s face, because he definitely knew that you stared at him.

“So, Y/N, what about you? Did anyone ask you already?” George wanted to know and you just shook your head.

“No one or no one you liked?”

“Ehm, no one I liked so far, but I have still a few weeks. And what about you?”

You wanted to change the direction, so that you wouldn’t talk about you anymore.

“My invitation was serious, Y/N. If you want I can go with you to the ball,” George offered and you quirked an eyebrow.

“Wouldn’t that be weird?”

“Why would that be weird?” George asked and rolled onto his side to look at you directly.

“I’m your best friend. You should go with a girl you have a crush on,” you considered and laid your head down hoping this conversation would be over soon. You wished that you would be this girl for George, but you were sure he only saw you as his best friend and he shouldn’t go with you to the ball out of pity.

“There is no other girl I have a crush on,” George answered casually and smiled gentle at you.

“Of course, there’s a girl you must have a crush on. Who is it? You know all the boys like Fleur Delacour apparently.”

“Yes, Fleur is beautiful, but she doesn’t appeal to me.”

“Well, who is it then? Is it maybe a muggle girl from your home town. I know you can’t ask her, but…”

“Y/N,” George said more vigorous and you shut your mouth. “Like I said there is no other girl. There’s only you.”

You watched him confused and wanted to say something, but you didn’t trust your brain to say something stupid.

“Me?” you could only say flabbergasted and George nodded chuckling.

“Did I miss something? Are you joking with me?” you considered carefully.

George stroked your cheek with his thumb, the touch felt light as a feather, and he wandered further to trace your bottom lip. Goosebumps spread over your naked arms and your breath went slightly faster. George never touched you in this way and you were only more confused.

“No, I’m serious. You’re the girl I have a crush on.”

“What… but you never… no… why… You like me?”

 You were utterly shocked for a moment. The boy you had a crush on since the first day of school, confessed that he had a crush on you too. It sounded unreal to you, but George just smiled at you the whole time and you didn’t think that he was making fun of you.

“I really like you, Y/N. Do you want to have a proof?”

“What?” you asked confused. His words confused you more and more.

“Okay, wind back and stop. Can you just explain me why you are suddenly like me?”

“I don’t like you suddenly. I like for quite a while, to be honest I fancy since the first year here.”

“Why you didn’t then say anything?”

“Because you always treated me like a brother. But since we know that there will be a ball, you started to look different at me. Little glances when we were sitting in the class and you smiled differently at me. Not the sassy one you always have, your new smile was more dreamy and… longing.”

You didn’t know you were so obviously in your behavior towards George. You felt embarrassed and the blood was rushing into your face.

“Don’t be shy, Y/N. I like the way you look at me and I don’t want it to change. I hope you only look at me like this for very long time.”

You bite your lip while you thought about his words. You believed him, but his words only encouraging you to be more yourself and not some shy girl. You weren’t the bashful type and George knew this.

“I’m never shy, Georgie. So, what proof do you have?”

“Aren’t my words enough?” he teased you and you laughed at his half-grin.

“Oh, I believe you, but you talked about a proof, so?”

 George’s grin grew wider and he wiggled his eyebrows. “You asked for it, don’t forget.”

You giggled, but you were interrupted when he cupped your face with one hand and pressed his mouth to your. Your eyes closed automatically and you felt nothing else than the gentle pressure of his lips, they were warm and a little wet, just liked you imagined many times before. George was really kissing you, and now you were overwhelmed by your feelings. You didn’t know if you should wait until he break the kiss or if you should go further and deepening the kiss. You decided to be brave. You opened your mouth experimentally and kissed him back slowly. You began to massage fondly his lips to test if he liked to join you and George didn’t hesitate to intensify your kissing.

His lips were slightly chapped, but you liked the rough feeling and you changed the angle of your head to kiss more passionately. Finally came movement in your limbs and you buried your hands in the soft strains of his long hair.

The only thing you could think of his warm hand on your cheek, the hot breath against your mouth, and he moved slowly to lay more on top of you, so he could place his other hand in your neck.

All of this felt like a dream to you and you were afraid that could wake up every second.

You never thought that George was a so good kisser. Well, it wasn’t your first kiss, but it definitely felt better than any kiss you’ve ever had.

George got more courage and he showed it when the tip of his tongue licked your upper lip. Your body shuddered from this sudden action, but you allowed him the access. Tentatively he explored your mouth with his tongue and caressed yours gentle. You moaned when your tongues played passionately with each other.

The noise you made went straight to George’s core and he pressed his body closer to you. Your smell was intoxicating for him and he couldn’t get enough of your taste, but he knew that he would have to stop soon, because he didn’t want to go further without your permission and he thought that it would be still too early.

Slowly he ended the kiss and leaned his forehead against yours. You were both panting slightly and he pressed another kiss smiling on your lips.

“Y/N, oh dear, I thought about this since… I don’t know, but I wished to kiss for a very long time.”

You chuckled at his words and caressed his cheek tenderly.

“I feel the same, George, and yes, I’ll go with you to the ball.”

George raised his head to look you properly in the eyes and he beamed at you with happiness.

“You make me very happy, sweetheart. Can call you that?” he asked only to be sure.

“You can call me sweetheart, honey, dear, darling, baby. Whatever you like,” you assured him and he leaned down to embrace you in a tight hug.

 You enjoyed to lay with George there for a while in silence and played with the hair in his neck. Both of your breathing were frequent and you listened to the noises of the nature around you.

“Do you think Angelina said yes?” George asked curiously.

“Well, let’s find out. I think it’s time that we go back, there will be dinner served in the great hall very soon.”

You loosened your embrace and George put the food back in the basket while you rolled the blanket up. You were both smiling and holding hands when you were walking back to the castle. If felt right and you knew that bond between the both of you were something special.

Fred already sat on the Gryffindor table and showed you a thumbs up and George hold your intertwined fingers in the air.

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Harry Potter x Reader

Marry me and you never have to be alone - Harry and Reader in a little ceremony when the sun rises in the morning.

George Weasley x Reader

I have a crush on you - Your crush George asks you to be his date to Yule ball.

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Newt Scamander x Reader

Be my distraction (smut)

The shared bathroom (smut)

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Marry me and you never have to be alone

That is my first Harry Potter fanfiction on my blog. Of course, the fanfiction has a reader-insert.

Pairing: Harry Potter x female!reader

Words: 1.8k

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The sun was slowly rising over the Burrow, but it was still dawn and grey light shined through the curtains. You turned your head towards the window and opened it to let the fresh morning air in your room. A light breeze puffed the long white dress up you wore. You liked the dress; it had a little lace on the neckline and thin straps over your shoulders. You hoped that Harry would like it. You knew it wasn’t a fancy dress, but you for you it was perfect. You didn’t have much time to plan anything, because you decided last night that you want to commit yourself to Harry.

You were more worried about your hair, you didn’t really know what do with it, so Hermione suggested to wear a flower crown. She swung her wand and little white roses bloomed in your hair with green leaves.

“You are truly beautiful. Harry will be speechless,” Hermione complimented you.

“You look like a fairy,” Luna added and showed you her typical dreamy smile.

“Alright, I will look if Ron and Harry are ready. And you… take deep breaths and we meet in ten minutes in the garden under the big tree.”

Hermione left you alone and Luna followed quietly. You looked at yourself in the mirror again and you ran hands over the cotton material of the dress. You smiled at yourself calmly, but on the inside you felt excited and nervous. You were only seventeen years old, two months older than Harry. Some would say that you were both too young, that it was too rushed. You knew this, you knew that many reasons spoke to stop it all right now and just live and enjoy your life, but you didn’t know how much time you had left.

 “I like the summer. It’s my favorite season, you know,” you said smiling and closed your eyes to enjoy the last ray of sunlight.

“I know, you tell me every year since we know each other,” Harry responded and caressed the back of your hand with his thumb.

“It’s so peaceful. I wish it could be always like this. It feels like that I don’t need to worry. I wish we could have a normal summer until the school begins. It would be our last year. Can you imagine it? Next year at this time we will have graduated and you will start to become an auror.”

“I love the way that you’re always to optimistic, but I have a bad feeling of the future. Voldemort won’t rest, you experienced last night and it will only get worse. We have to fight him, Y/N,” Harry averred. He was determined to succeed in defeating the Dark Lord.

“I know that we have to fight and I will be at your side, but I hope that we will have someday a normal life, Harry. I dream of you and me. Old, with wrinkly faces and grey hair, sitting on our veranda and watching our grand children play in the garden.”

Harry looked astonished at you. You inclined your head and quirked an eyebrow questioningly.

“You’re serious about it?” he asked still surprised.

“Of course, I’m serious. I might be seventeen, but I know what I want. I love you, Harry, more than anything and I want a future with you.”

“I love you too. It’s just… I thought that I was lucky that I have you now. Well, you aren’t bound to me and I don’t know what the future will hold. There weren’t many people in my life who loved me.”

You turned to face Harry directly and embraced him in your arms.

“I’m not going anywhere, Harry. You stuck with me now,” you chuckled, but your voice had still a serious tone. Harry hugged you back tightly and buried his face in the crook of your neck.

You were lost in your thoughts for a few moments and slowly an idea formed in your head how you could prove Harry that you were serious about your love.

“Marry me,” you whispered in his ear and Harry’s body tensed for a moment. He loosened your hug and looked at you very confused.

“You want to marry me?”

“Yes,” you answered and sounded very convincing.

“But… why? When? I don’t understand… that’s so sudden,” Harry stuttered and shrugged helplessly his shoulders.

“I know, I know. Maybe it’s stupid, but I want just to be with you. We don’t what tomorrow will bring, but I know that there is a war coming. We will fight and no one knows if we lose or win. How many from our families and friends will survive. I don’t know if we’ll survive. And if die, I will die as your wife. I don’t want to spend another day apart from you.”

You felt a tear running down your cheek and Harry brushed it away with his fingers.

“Don’t cry. Please, I can’t stand seeing your cry. I understand now and if this is your deepest wish, then I will make it come true.”

“You’re sure? I don’t want to force you, I know it completely rushed and dumb, but I love you and I don’t care what other people will think or say as long as we are happy. Do want you to marry me?”

Harry took your face in both of his hands and gave you a chaste kiss on your lips.

“Yes, honey. But shouldn’t I ask you this question?”

You just laughed and kissed him again.

 The first day of August would be your wedding date. Sadly the same date as Bill and Fleur, because their wedding would be at the afternoon. But you didn’t tell anyone, beside your best friends Hermione, Ginny, Ron and your maternal cousin Luna. You knew that Fleur would have been offended and Molly Weasley would have been crossed about your decision to marry on the same day as Bill and Fleur. You really didn’t want to ruin their day, so you would marry in a little ceremony at this morning.

Everyone in the house was already awake, but the guests didn’t come yet and Molly and the other women were busy to prepare Fleur for her wedding and the men were helping the groom’s father building the tent behind the house.

You tiptoed down the wooden stairs and made sure that no one saw you leaving the house through the back door. Hermione, Ginny and Luna waited for you a few meters away and Hermione waved with her hand to signal you that must made haste before the men in the garden would notice you.

You exhaled slowly when you were out of their sight and Luna took giggling your hand, because Hermione was ushering you to walk further along the outskirts of the nearby forest.

You saw Harry already standing under the big tree where you always used to sit when you both spend your time in the Burrow. There you decided last night to make this big step in your relationship.

Harry was wearing a simple white button down, it didn’t fit him so well, and grey trousers, but he looked as handsome as always.

You hold tight to Luna’s hand when you approached Harry. He stared at you with his mouth light ajar and you chuckled slightly at this view.

“Hey,” you whispered when you stopped a few feet away from him.

Ron poked Harry into the rips with his elbow to wake him out of his trance.

“Hi, Y/N, you look good… no, you look stunning, gorgeous, divine,” he stumbled out the compliments and saw him blushing, because he felt silly that he began to stutter.

“You look awesome yourself,” you replied with a bright smile.

 A man cleared his throat who stood with you under the big tree. The man would wed Fleur and Bill later and Hermione could convince him to wed the both of you in the morning. She didn’t want to reveal how she convinced him and you didn’t care, but you were truly grateful to have a friend like her.

“Who give the bride to the groom?” The man spoke with a low baritone and you looked helplessly at Hermione and Luna. You didn’t think about all the part of a wedding to be honest, but like always Hermione had a plan and whispered something in Luna’s ear, and your cousin nodded at her words.

“As Y/N’s cousin, I will give her to the groom,” Luna announced in her clear voice and guided you over to Harry to lay your hand in his. She smiled encouraging and you formed a thank you with your lips.

You gave your fully attention to Harry and he took both of your hands. You squeezed his shortly and Harry gave you a lovingly smile. His green eyes sparkled with joy and happiness and you thought your heart might explode with love for him.

“Today we come together to celebrate the union between Harry and Y/N. You may say your vows now,” the man summoned you and Harry took a moment to grab a piece of paper that Ron handed him.

“This morning, I woke up excited because today is the day I marry my best friend. Yesterday I didn’t know that this would happen, but I am grateful that my life became more spontaneous with you. I promise to continue our relationship joyfully with laughter, compassion, humor, and love throughout our life together.”

His words were meant honest and the little smile at his lips never faded. At the end you both had tears in your eyes and you heard Ron blowing his nose.

“Okay, I think it’s my turn. Harry, I knew shortly after we met that we would partner not just for a time, but for life. You take my breath away every time I see you, and I still get butterflies in your presence. I promise to love you in this life and beyond as we walk side-by-side as life partners. My heart will be always yours. I love you now and forever.”

You both laughed, because you couldn’t stop the happy tears and Harry leaned forward to press his lips to yours for a few seconds.

The man continued the ceremony and after you both clearly declared the words ‘I do’, you were presented as Mr. and Mrs. Harry Potter to your friends. Hermione, Luna, Ginny and Ron cheered and applauded as Harry and you walked a few steps away from them.

“We did it,” you said with a giggle and Harry turned towards you.

“Yeah, we did it. I still can’t believe it. You must know that Hermione helped me with the vows,” Harry confessed and you laughed at his words.

“She did a perfect job. But you’re right, it feels unreal, but it’s true. We are a married couple now.”

“Do we tell the others?”

“Not today,” you answered shaking your head.

“But maybe next week?” Harry suggested.

“My dad will definitely kill us.”

“I can handle your dad. Can you handle Mrs. Weasley?”

“Yeah, I think Mrs. Weasley is more terrifying.”

You both laughed again and Harry pulled you tightly to his chest.

“I can handle everything that will come as long as I have you by my side.”

[wildlittlefoxsworld]

On the road | Wade Wilson x Reader

A/N: I know this story is maybe familiar to you, but I posted it here once a long time ago, then it was deleted and now I thought I could load it up a second time. Have fun!

Warnings: pure smut 💦

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„Are you up for a little fun?“ Your boyfriend Wade asked you smirking. You turned your head to him with a smile on your lips and an eyebrow raised in expectation.

„What kind of fun?“ you asked curiously.

„Well… you remember the last time we watched porn and there was the video of the couple in the car?“ Wade broached your last ‚movie night‘ and you smirked back at him.

„Yeah, I know. What is about the video?“

„Can we try it?“ he considered and wiggled his eyesbrows.

You weren‘t suprised that Wade has ideas like this and you didn’t complain, because the thoughts of doing it in public turned you on a lot.

„Keep your eyes and us on the road, sweety,“ you reminded him and you unstrapped your seatbelt. Wade nodded with an excited grin and a glimmer in his eyes.

Your hands wandered over his thighs and you opened the button and zipper of his jeans. You cupped his semi-hard cock and he gasped at the feeling. You slowly strocked him through the fabric of his boxers.

„Please, baby girl,“ he said with a pouting lip.

„Alright,“ you answered still smiling. You freed his cock and bent your upper body down.

You licked the tip experimentally before you engulfed him in the warmth of your mouth. You heard him moan and his hand found the way in your hair. You began to bob your head up and down, wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock to massage the rest that didn’t fit in your mouth, because to be honest Wade was blessed with a big cock.

„Fuck, that feels so good. Do this again,“ he groaned and you swirled your tongue again around his tip. Wade wanted so desperately to close his eyes and he gripped the steering wheele so hard that his knuckles turned white. His other hand massaged your scalp everytime he thought he tucked to hard on your hair. You doubled your efforts when you noticed how much Wade enjoyed your doing.

The whole situation let shivers of arousement running down your spine and his groaning sent a wave of pleasure right into your core.  You felt that your panties were already damp against your skin.

And Wade couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled immediately over and you were a little confused, but you didn’t stop giving him head.

„Fuck, you look so hot. You should see yourself… so sexy… your mouth stuffed with my cock…,“ he mumbled and you looked up at him for a second seeing his head falling back and hearing him moaning loud when you took him even further down your throat.

One of his hands carressed your back and wandered down to your waistband, his fingers slipped under the material of your leggins and panties searching the entrance to your throbbing pussy and shoved two of his fingers right in there. You moaned around his cock and he began to fingerfucking you slowly.

„You’re so wet, darling, I didn’t know that sucking my cock turned you on so much,“ he said with a hoarse voice and his dirty words let you push your hips towards his fingers.

„Oh, you want more?“ Wade chuckled a little and he moved his fingers faster. You really tried to keep your mouth on his cock, but the penetration of your pussy distracted you so much.

Wade noticed that you lost your focus a little and his eyes flicked down on you. He felt the vibration of your moanings and whimpers and that you turned wetter from second to second.

„Take your leggings and panties off,“ Wade demanded and you obliged immediately. You were naked from the waist down now. You thought he wanted a better access to pleasure you, but his fingers disappeared and then you were pulled off his cock. You were surprised and wanted to ask why he stopped you, but before you could response his lips were pressed to yours. His dominant tongue dived in your mouth and played with yours passionately.

„Come here,“ he mumbled against your lips and he helped you to climb on top of him. Wade pushed the driver seat and the backrest rearwards.

You liked how the situation turned out and you were excited that you two would have sex in public for the first time.

Wade laid down and broke the kiss for this. You finally could look at him and his brown eyes were lust blown. „You want me to ride you?“ you asked him excited.

„Oh yeah, but first… would you take your shirt off too?“ he asked you very politely and you giggled as his hands tucked on the hem of your clothing.

„Just my shirt?“ You raised an eyebrow questionally.

„Everything, sweetums.“ He helped you with your clothes and his hands went for your breasts immediately, kneeding them harshly and rolling your nipples between his fingers. Your hand went back to his erection and began to rub it between your folds to create a pleasuring friction on your clit.

„So needy, baby girl.“ Wade pulled you flush against him with a squeak from you. „Don’t worry, I gave you what you need.“

In the next moment he thrusted hard in your wet hole and your walls clenched immediately around his large cock. You were so stretched and full, it felt like pure heaven to you.

Wade didn’t wait until you adjusted to his size, he began to pound into you like a mad man and you loved every second of it. You lifted your head from the crook of his neck and you saw his hairless eyebrows scrunched together, his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth opened from panting hard.

Your lips escaped a yelp when he changed the angle to hit your g-spot and increased the speed of his thrusts.

„Wade,“ you moaned and clawed your nails in his right bicep and left shoulder. „Oh Wade, don’t stop.“

Oh, he didn’t stop and you began to feel a familiar knot was forming in your lower stomach. Wade grabbed your butt cheeks in both of this hands and helped you moving yourself up and down his shaft.

„That’s it, Y/N, you feel so fucking incredible around my cock… if you keep squeezing my dick so hard… I’ll come in no time…“ Wade stuttered underneath you and you looked back at his face. Your eyes met and he grinned weakly on you, but his mouth escaped another groan as your walls clenched harder around his cock.

„Then come for me, Wade. Fuck…,“ you encouraged him. You watched his eyes rolled back into his head when you tensed your muscles around his cock on purpose. His thrusts got sloppier, his hands were holding your hips in a bruising grip and you could feel that you were near your climax.

“You will be the death of me, Y/N,” Wade growled.

In the next second he stiffened and you felt his warm seed filling your pussy. It was enough for you to follow him over the edge.

The orgasm hit you like a wave of the ocean, it made you feel alive.

Wade was still moving inside of you and made your orgasm lasts for a time that felt like a eternity for the both of you.

“Oh sweet holy balls of Santa, that was so good,” Wade called out and you began to giggle.

“I didn't think we would ever do something like that. I'm happy we did,” you replied. Your mouths found to another kiss and your tongues played slowly with each other.

“We should do this again,” you suggested with a smile.

“Of course, darling. What about now?”

Wade rolled his hips experimentally and you gasped, because you were sensitive.

“Yes, please, make me cum again…”

And with this words he thrusted into your core.

 

[wildlittlefoxsworld]

Booker x Fem Reader Unlike your family you're not a soldier, more of the tech nerd of the group but that doesn't mean your some damsel in distress! It be good of your family to remember that so when you get kidnapped by people with a grudge, the kidnappers aren't the only one in for a surprise! Also if you could maybe add Angst 6,8 and Random 11,29,36 from the prompt list into the story if you can no pressure Thanks!❤

Badass wife | The Old Guard | Booker x Fem!Reader

Warnings: rape (but only mentioned), reader is kidnapped, torture (only mentioned), angst with happy ending

Words: 3k

Prompts:

-Angst

6. “Don’t you ever do this again.”

8. “Nobody’s seen you in days.”

-Random

11. “You’re insane.” “You love me.” “Not right now, I don’t.”

29. “How is my wife more badass than me?”

36. “That was kind of hot.”

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If you were honest, you never enjoyed or loved being immortal. Of course, your immortal life had a lot of benefits. You couldn’t get ill, you were forever young and beautiful (that was what your husband said all the time to you), you spend the eternity with the love of your life. Sometimes it was very great, but sometimes you hated it. Your loved ones died a long time ago and you saw all the people in the world getting old, and you wanted that with your husband. Growing old, playing with your grandchildren, remembering a wonderful life.

But you had a family and currently you were the second youngest of your group. A few months ago Nile joined your little family and she was a former marine. Nile was a soldier, like the others in your group. You weren’t a soldier; you never learnt how to fight before you died for the first time. You were born in 1985 and during your time in school it emerged that you were a genius, primarily in mathematics and biology, but you focused your interest mainly in computers and other kind of this stuff later in high school. You made money with programming security and anti-virus software for companies to protect their data.

The first time you had died wasn’t something really special or spectacular, but you had died on smoke poisoning after a fire was breaking loose. You had woken up in the mortuary in the hospital and you couldn’t believe what happened. You had been disoriented and confused, so you just wrapped the white sheet tight around your body and searched for a way out of the hospital, because you wanted to go home. But you hadn’t come far… that was when you met Joe and Nicky for the time. Joe had explained you quickly that you had died, because of a fire in your house and they were there to help you. Nicky had wrapped you in his leather jacket and carried you in his arms, because your feet were bare.

That was six years ago in 2015 and you were now married with Booker for four years, these were the happiest in your life. Booker and you had become very close immediately and you couldn’t ask for a better man or husband. Booker was good with all the technical stuff, but you showed him skills that he only had dreamed off and fast you were responsible for finding persons or hacking any websites, searching for information and made sure that all the tech stuff ran smoothly. You felt sometimes like the fictional figure Ramsay from Fast and the Furious.

The time in your little cell gave you enough time to think about your life. You were here for three or four days now and your kidnappers thought you had find out information about their criminal business, and you had gave the info to the FBI, which was true, but the criminals couldn’t prove that. So they had water-boarded you already and now they were trying to starve you, so you would tell them what you did and what exactly you told the FBI.

You had a little worry that your family couldn’t find a way to rescue you or that it was very difficult to break in the building where they hold you hostage. You wore a little location transmitter under your skin, not only one, but four in different places. This was your first idea after you joined the team, because it would be easier for the team to track someone if one or more of you got kidnapped. You hoped the others already found you.

You were sitting on the floor with chains cuffed to your ankles and wrists when one of your kidnappers opened the door. It was Paul, the at least friendly one of the men, but he wasn’t very talkative. He checked the chains and brought a new bottle of water, but clearly no food. You didn’t eat something in the last seventy-six hours and you were very hungry, but you wouldn’t beg for food. You weren’t weak or easy to break, but your kidnappers didn’t know that and maybe your family members would rescue you in the next coming hours. You would definitely eat a cheeseburger and a large portion of fries.

“Do you want to tell me something, sweet girl?” Paul asked you with a gentle voice and little smile, but you only quirked an eyebrow and looked dumbfounded at him. Did he really think you would talk so fast? Andy had one rule; don’t say anything about their missions no matter what they would do to you. It was easy to follow the rule. Of course, you were afraid that they would water board you again. That wasn’t very pleasant, but they could do other things and you didn’t want to think about it.

“It’s very sad that you don’t want to talk with me and it’s impolite, too. You should show us more respect and answer a question when someone asked you.”

With two fingers he tipped your chin up, but you refused to look him in the eyes.

“No, I have nothing to tell you.”

“Well, that is bad… for you. My boss said that I have to make you talk and that I could do anything with you what I want. You have a pretty face, you know, I would really like to kiss your lips. But your body is more interesting, I ask myself what you hide under all your clothes. What do you think… can I take a look?"

That was the first time you gave him a glance and you were disgusted by the smug grin on his face.

“Fuck you,” you cursed and spit him in the face. Your spit landed on his cheek and mouth and brushed with his hand the wetness from his skin.

“Don’t you ever do this again!” he warned you with an angry voice and slapped you across the face, so that your head flew to the side. Your cheek burned where he hit you with the back of his hand, but you only turned your head slowly to him and grinned slightly. “That was your answer.”

His eyes were filled with rage now, because he had thought you were just a pretty little girl who he could threaten and you would sing like a bird. In the next moment he pressed his mouth hard on yours and his tongue tried to invade your mouth, but you bit him as hard as you can on the lip that you could taste blood in your mouth.

“You bit me, you little bitch. You will wish you were never born when I’m done with you.”

“I think it will be the opposite,” you considered and he shoot you a death glare. He came closer to you for a second time and you watched the blood dripping from his torn lip.

“You really want to be hurt, right?”

“No, but it seems you want to,” you replied and kicked your knee into his stomach. He gasped and fell backwards on his butt.  You didn’t get much time to put your plan into action. The chains around your ankles were tied to the ground, but the ones around your wrists were connected with a chain. You stood up fast to your feet, ignored the dizzy feeling in your head from sitting so long and wrapped the chain around his neck. You pulled tight to cut his air supply and he tried helplessly to inhale the much needed air. You used all of your strength to strangle him, because he started trying to put his fingers between the chain and his throat. You noticed how strong he was and he scratched the floor with his feet helplessly. You couldn’t give up now, you know there would other men come, but maybe he had any keys that you could use to free yourself from the shackles.

You felt how slowly his strength faded, but it did and you collected all of your strengths to pull the chain tighter. You thought it took you minutes until he gave fighting, but it was only a few more seconds until he went limp and you counted to sixty in your head to be sure he didn’t fake it.

 You searched in his pockets for any keys and you were successful. You thought why they were so stupid to give Paul the keys, but you thought that they weren’t smart enough to assume that you could have overpowered him. But you could only free yourself from the chains around your ankles, your hands were still in chains and you cursed that you couldn’t defend yourself properly. They weren’t very tight, you could have freed yourself earlier from them, but you would have to dislocate your thumb and break your hand in the process, and you weren’t brave enough to do it. Maybe you would find the keys somewhere else, you weren’t happy how the situation turned out, but at least you weren’t raped by Paul and you took Paul’s gun to your defense, then you walked on wobbly legs out of the little room. You didn’t know if there were any cameras, but you assumed they had a few, because you heart already shouting and appearing footsteps from down the long hallway where you stood now helplessly. You didn’t know where you were or how they got you here. Normally you weren’t active in any mission, you were the tech nerd and you stayed often with Nicky when he searched for the perfect position for his sniper rifle. But the last time you were with Nicky, he needed to change his position and you decided to stay in the first place he had chosen. You always had a gun with you and Andy had trained you, but you weren’t used to fight against so many men that had approached you after Nicky was gone. You were sure Nicky was crestfallen, because he left you there alone and Booker freaked out probably in the moment.

You thought about which way you should take and it would have been probably stupid if you would go into the direction from where the shouting was coming.

“She’s this way, boss,” you heard a familiar voice from behind you and your heart began to beat faster. That was your husband and the shouting was from the other criminal men, when the team had surprised them. You were glad that they finally came for your rescue and started running towards them.

“I hope they didn’t hurt her or I will them kill all over again,” Booker said maybe to Andy, because you didn’t know if all of them were in the building.

“She’s moving fast into our direction,” you heard him gasping shocked. In the next moment you ran around the corner and directly into his arms when he recognized you. Booker his arms around your body and you buried your face in the crook of his neck; you inhaled his familiar scent that helped you to calm your nerves slowly.

“Nobody’s seen you in days,” he joked chuckling in your ear and you laughed along with him. Of course, he had to make a stupid joke in the middle of a rescue mission. “I’m so happy that you are with me again.”

“Are you alright, Y/N?” Andy asked while she observed your surroundings. You looked up and she gave you short glance.

“I’m okay, but my hands are still chained.”

“How did you escape?” Booker asked and you quirked an eyebrow at him.

“The bad man wanted to touch me, so I killed him.”

“How?” – “I suffocated him with my chains.” I held my hands up in demonstration and Booker nodded in admiration.

“How is my wife more badass than me?” he said stunned.

“I trained her. Now let’s go!” Andy replied impatiently and let the direction to get out of the building.

The three of you ran down the hallway from Booker and Andy had come and you saw all the dead men on your way to the exit. You counted the corpse, twenty-four. You were still impressed, because you hadn’t often the opportunity to see the others in action. You saw a lot of flesh wounds that Andy had caused with her axe and the others had bullet holes from Booker’s guns. You hoped you would leave this building without meeting more of the men, but you didn’t come far when you heard again footsteps coming into your direction.

Andy gave a sign to slow down your tempo and you tightened your grip on the gun. You didn’t know how to describe your feelings in the moment, because you hated to be forced with the enemy. You felt tired, because you hadn’t eaten in days and you used the last bit of your strength to kill Paul. You were mostly pissed that they had you taken and they were still stupid enough to stand your in way to freedom. You were glad that you weren’t alone, because when you arrived in a great hall where they stored their stolen guns and drugs and all the other ware which they made profit with.

“I see you managed to escape. You killed one of my best man, you slut.” You knew the voice very well, it was Paul’s boss and he wasn’t happy about what you did to Paul. You saw his angry red face and the gun he pointed at you.

“I’m bulletproof… but please, don’t shoot me. I really hate the feeling of bullets in my body,” you answered him and he looked dumbfounded at you for a second.

“What are you talking about? Are you already gone mad? Well, I don’t care. You killed my man, so I’m going to kill your man, then the crazy axe lady and in the end I will torture until you beg me to stop and you will tell me your little secrets, and maybe then after every one of my men had their fun with you, I let you die.”

“You’re pathetic. You will pay for what you did to my wife!” Booker screamed and tried to push you behind, but you didn’t let him, you were too angry.

“You’re disgusting, Antonio. I make you a better offer: I will shoot your balls off and let you bleeding out like a pig, while you can watch how we kill the rest of your men and then we will blow up this whole building.”

You grinned like a mad woman when you aimed to shoot him between your legs and you didn’t hesitate a second until you heard the echo of your shooting. Antonio screamed in pain and felt down to the ground. You could shoot him again, but his men already began to fire in your direction and Booker pushed your forward, so you could get out of there finally. It took a lot of bullets and fighting until you were even near to the exit and then Joe came through the large door of the hall and shot two of them precisely in the head which left only two of them in the end.

A dark haired man fired a bullet into Booker’s leg and he winced in pain, but kept running. But you got so angry that they had the nerve to shoot your husband, when it was clearly that they were going to lose. You stopped and turned around to shoot them, but you were out of bullets.

“Fuck,” you cursed. That was definitely your favorite swear word. You used the handle of the gun to hit the dark haired man on the cheek and you heard the satisfying cracking of the bone. He tried to punch you, but you crouched down and tackled his body with yours, so you fell on the ground. The man had no time to react when you grabbed his head with both of your hands and smashed his head on the hard floor four times.  

Andy killed the other one with her axe while Booker pushed off the dead of the dead man and out of the building, and that was when you inhaled fresh air for the first time in nearly eighty hours.

“Are they all dead now?” Joe asked still aiming the door, but you couldn’t answer him, because you were pulled in tight hug from Nicky.

“Thank god, Y/N. Are you okay? Did they hurt you?”

“I’m perfectly fine, Nicky. Are you okay?”

Nicky watched me confused. “You’re asking me if I’m okay after you had been hold hostage for more than three days.”

“Ah yes, you seem very distressed.”

“You’re insane,” he mumbled when he kissed the top of my head.

“But you love me,” you replied laughing.

“Not right now, I don’t. You made me leave you alone there; I will never let you alone again.”

“Isn’t that my husband’s part?” You said still laughing when Booker hugged you from behind with his arms around your waist.

“He can share,” Nicky prompted snorting and both men cuddled you between them.

“Can we go home then?” Andy asked still impatient.

“Yes, boss,” all of you saluted and Andy rolled her eyes on you.

The ride home was silent. Joe and Andy switched on driving and you sat with Booker and Nicky in the backseat. Nicky was peacefully snoring beside you and you were cuddled up in Booker’s lap. When you got in the car earlier he had kissed all over of your face and then your mouth, he let you feel all his love for you.

“When Nicky had told us that they kidnapped you… I thought I would never see you again, but then I remembered how brilliant you were to get us the location transmitter last year and it was easy to find you, but to get in the building was so much harder. Please tell me, he didn’t get a chance to touch you? I can’t bear the thought that he might took you with force… I…”

“Shh, my heart. He didn’t touch me. I killed him before he got a chance. At least I was lucky enough to overpower him… don’t think about all the other possibilities how it could have ended. We are together again and that’s all what matters.”

“You’re right, sweetheart. I love you so much. Please, never leave me again.”

“How could I ever leave you, Sebastien. You are the love of my life and our life had only just begun. Wonderful five years, yes, but I hope it will be at least five hundred more.”

Booker chuckled at your words. “I will five thousand years at least, and more.”

Your lips found each other again and you know that as long as Booker was at your side, you would be never alone.

“I hope you can free me from this chains as soon as possible,” you told Joe and he only grinned at you.

“Don’t worry, we will make it when we’re at home. But are you sure you want to be free so soon? I can tell you that they’re perfectly for role games in the bedroom. Nicky and I had a lot with chains in the past.”

You looked back at Booker questionly. “Sounds like an interesting idea. You know when you hit and tackled the man down on the ground. That was kind of hot. It turned me really on.” The last words Booker whispered in your ear and you knew you wouldn’t leave the bed in the next days.

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Can you do an angsty story with Andy where she’s comforting the reader as she secretly visits the hospital as her last living child dies?

Hey guys, finally a new story after... I don't know maybe three or four months. I should feel bad, but honsetly I don't. I had no motivation to write anything. Well, I thought I would start with a simple request like this. To Nonnie out there, I hope you like it.

A/N: I didn't make a 'secret' visit, I hope you don't mind. Enjoy!

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It's hard to let go | The Old Guard | Andy x Fem!Reader

Words: 928

Warnings: sad, angsty, comfort

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“Ma'am? Here came someone for you, she said she's your sister,” you heard a hestitant woman asking behind you and you turned around. Your red and puffy eyes looked confused at the blonde-haired nurse. She pointed to the door with a forced smile and you noticed a tall woman with short, dark brown hair.

“Andy,” you simply required, your voice sounded hoarse.

“Is it okay if she stays a few minutes? She insisted to see you.” The nurse seemed very stressed to you and so you only nodded. The nurse left hurrily and let you alone with Andy.

“You look awful,” Andy stated with a serious expression and you rubbed your eyes with a cotton tissue, so your vision wouldn't be so blurry anymore from all the tears you cried the last hours.

“You didn't come yesterday.”

“I couldn't,” you answered and squeezed the hand of the man in the bed beside you. He didn't respond to your action.

“I see.”

“The doctor said he won't make the night.”

You felt a warm hand on your shoulder, rubbing you between the shoulder blades and resting on your neck with a thumb drawing little circles onto the skin on the side of your throat.

“I will be here with you 'til the end.”

You wrapped your arm around her waist and buried your face in the warmth of her pullover in the high of her belly button.

You couldn't say anything. You were grateful that Andy came to stay by your side. You had felt very alone the past days. The man in the bed was your son, unconscious, full of pain medication, on the doorstep to Heaven. You always knew the day would come when you would have to say goodbye to each of your children. But the last 60 years went by too fast.

You had given birth to him in 1926. After three girls, you finally had a pretty little boy. But you never thought you would survive him and would still look like thirty-six at the time.

“He was a good man.”

“Thank you. He liked you, too.”

Your son knew about your condition, he had accepted your faith, your gift of immortality, he was never jealous or hated you for what you were. Your daughters never really understood what actually had happend to you. They still had respected you, but the bond you once shared with them was broken.

And now you were devastated that you couldn't share with him, that you had to let him go. You knew it would be hard, but the pain in your heart was nothing you ever had expierenced.

“Yes, I think I will miss him too.”

“Saying this is very sweet of you,” you whispered and her stomach vibrated when she chuckled.

“Don't tell Nicky and Joe. They will only think I'm getting sentimental.”

“I like this side of you very much,” you smiled slightly at her.

“Yeah, you're my weakness,” Andy replied with a kiss on your forehead.

You were grateful that Andy already lighted up your mood a little, but then you remembered the reason you were here and a tear rolled down your cheek.

“Do you think he will feel anything? You know when the final moment is coming,” you mumbled with a sideglance at the pale face of your son.

Andy inclined her head and thought a moment about your words. “I'm not sure, but I think if he doesn't feel anything now, he won't feel the death. He will just go from this side to the other side, where his wife, his sisters and father are waiting for him. And one day you will join them, that's not a goodbye forever.”

“I don't like dying,” you said quietly.

“No one of us enjoys dying,” Andy assured you and pulled you closer to her body.

You laughed dryly. “Do you just saying that he will meet the others in heaven or do you really believe it?”

“Well, darling, you believe in god and the afterlife, and I try to believe it and sometimes I see things that makes me believe in god. You came in my life, so suddenly and unexpected, and you always say that's what god does. He makes miracles happen. I am sorry that god won't make a micrale now.”

You nodded with teary eyes. You prayed the past day for him getting better, but god decided that it will be time to go for your son. The pain on your heart threatened to consume you and you felt like you couldn't breath at all. The whole realization crashed down on you.

“My son made me a mother. But what am I now? All my children are gone,” you managed to say with a chocked-up voice.

“You are my wife and a part of our family. We love you and we will be always there for you,” Andy answered with a stern voice and pulled you up to your feet, so she could hug you properly.

She was right, you still had her and your new family. Joe, Nicky and Sebástien. You loved them dearly, but you knew they could never replace your children.

“I wish I could take the pain away from you, but you won't go through this alone alone.”

Your son's heart beat for the last time three hours later. You kissed his forehead and whispered your goodbyes with the promise that you will always love him. Andy was by your side the whole time, holding your hand and in the end you saw teara in her eyes too.

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I felt so inspired by the words "nicky spends like 4 hours warching joe sleeping" that I had to write something 🤩🤩🤩

My favorite moment

It's so cute ❤

Yes, hello! Uhm where's my "nicky spends like 4 hours watching joe sleeping" fic because of "as much as i like watching you sleep (...) " and then we all know that it's not joe the morning person here and he's probably like a puppy that's like eat, play a little, sleep a lot and repeat

My heart.

That line gives me butterflies!! I mean they’re strapped to beds having just been tortured... but for a brief moment the uwu jumped out! 

They’re so cute....

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My favorite moment | The Old Guard | Nicky x Joe

A/N: This post inspired me. I had to write something sweet and fluffy ;)

Summary: Nicky watches Joe sleeping.

Warning: tooth-rotting sweet

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Joe dozed in the afternoon sun that was shining through the half-drawn curtains, he lay on his his side, the sketchbook half beneath him and the pencil still in his right hand. Nicky smiled benignly when he looked up from his book. An almost finished drawing of himself was shown on the open pages of his sketchbook. He admired the grey and darker lines for a moment, Joe's drawing was better than any photographs that existed of him. Joe never liked taking pictures, he said always the true beauty you can only find in what you created with your own hands and he loved to have his eyes on Nicky for hours to perpetuate every part of him on paper.

Nicky closed the book and laid it aside. He shifted carefully on the bed so he wouldn't wake his beloved. They spend the whole noon in silence, only the noise of turning pages and scratching on paper. From time to time they exchanged looks, a lovely smile and a little caress on the hand or arm and they continued with their activity.

Joe's face was relaxed, his breathing slowly and frequently, his left arm under his head used as a pillow. Nicky laid down on his right side so he could watch Joe in the perfect angle. He wouldn't remove his pencil or sketchbook, he wouldn't do anything to disturb the peaceful moment. Nicky cherished every second of time he had with Joe. Every second of their wonderful life together. He couldn't imagine to be a day without him and if there were days in the past he tried not to think of them.

Joe hummed something unintelligible in his sleep like he was disagreeing anything and Nicky chuckled quietly, because Joe was talking in his sleep if it was lightly.

He remembered all the nights he couldn't sleep and Joe was pressed to his back. He had wished to watch him, but he wasn't selfish enough to turn around and risking he might wake Joe up. So he just listened to his breathing and felt the rise and fall of his chest. The hot breath had gazed his neck and it made him feel calm and safe.

The occasions he could actually watch Joe sleeping were rarely and so he enjoyed this afternoon happily. He would just lie here face to face with his beloved and traced with his eyes the dark brows, the darker shade of his eyelids, the soft curve of the cheeks and the thick curls on his head. Always so nicely tousled after he woke up and it was itching under his skin to raise his hand and stroke with spreaded fingers through the curls. He knew how soft they were and the feeling of them between his finger whenever he kissed Joe.

Nicky didn't know how long he lay there and watched his cute husband sleeping, but he noticed the sun wandered and bathed the room in a warm orange colour. He thought it must be late evening nearly before sunset and Joe was still snoring quietly. He moved a few times in sleep so Nicky had to take away the pencil and sketchbook. He guessed Joe was barely awake for a moment because his hand patted over the sheets and he mumbled Nicky's name under his breath. Both of them ended up snuggling against each other. Joe's head in the crook of Nicky's neck, the arms wrapped around his torso and Nicky hold him close to his chest.

Watching Joe sleeping was one of his favorite activities, but the best was feeling the presense of Joe heavy on his body and the knowlegde that he was, still is and will be the only that Joe hold like this.

Gently he kissed the top of Joe's head and closed his own eyes. He will lie here with Joe for as long as possible and slowly he drifted away knowing Joe would be right there in his arms when he woke up again.

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Can time heal everything? | The Old Guard | Booker x Fem!reader

ONE

Summary: Booker confesses his plan with Copley about how they all could be mortal again to his wife, the reader. Booker doesn't want to hurt his family and doesn't know how to stop Copley and Merrick before it's too late. The reader is heart-broken that her husband wanted to leave her to make his wish come true of being mortal again. Will they could stop Copley? Will the team trust Booker again? Will the reader and Booker find back to each other?

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Booker tried for the third time to tell you about the plan that Copley presented him, but he couldn't, you would hate him. But it was too late. The whole team were preparing for an unknown mission in South Sudan. But the mission was a camouflage for something that would put all of you in danger.

Could he really betray you?

No, he didn't want to. He saw this as an oppurtunity to find a way to have a mortal life with you and you could have children of your own. You told him you would know how much he loved you, but would you still love him if he betrayed you.

You wouldn't forgive him and he would lose you like he had lost his first family.

He knew it was wrong what he did, but was there still chance to stop all of this?

He needed to tell you to find it out.

“Y/N!” he shouted and you came in the bathroom a few seconds later.

“Everything okay?” you asked worried when you saw his sad face.

“I am sorry… I don't know what to say… I was wrong… please, Y/N…,” he stuttered and his eyes shimmered with tears.

“Why are you sorry? What happened?”

You were confused about your husband's behaviour and took his hands in yours. He looked pained and you thought for a moment that he will confess you he cheated on you or something, but this would be ridiculous. You were married for over hundred years. But you prepared yourself for the worst.

“I did something horrible. There is… there is no mission,” he answered quietly.

“What? I don't understand. What do you mean that there is no mission?” you responded shocked.

“It's fake. All of it. Copley doesn't work for the CIA anymore. He works for a man named Merrick…”

“Seb, what did you do?” you asked in a low voice. All emotion was gone and he dared to look at you, wide eyes and your lips pressed together in a thin line. “Talk,” you spoke loud and he flinched.

“Copley said he could find a way with Merrick's help to make us mortal.”

“Mortal? How and who is this Merrick?” you hustled him to tell you more.

“Merrick is the CEO of pharmacy company. He has scientists who would take tests with us to…”

Tests? That wasn't good. Your mind was racing and you couldn't understand what was really going on, but you understood that you and your family were in danger and you will do what was neccesary to save all of you.

“Give me your laptop. We need every information you have about Copley.”

Booker gulped when he heard your cold and demanding voice. He could see in your eyes that you were upset. What did he expect? He was sure that you will never forgive him that all of you nearly went in a trap. With slumbed shoulders he walked in the bedroom and gave you his laptop after he opened the file where he save all about his interactions with Copley.

“What is all about this fake mission?” you asked him furiously.

“Copley needs a proof that we are immortal. Otherwise the man, Merrick, wouldn't work together with him,” he explained with a broken voice.

“Sebastien, he won't help us to be mortal again. He want our immortality for his interests… Copley has no intentions to help us…,” you shouted at him and shook your head in disbelief. Your husband wanted to sell all of you to a man who would put you through a bunch of tests like you were some laboratory mice.

“I know it now…”

“I can't believe that you wanted this. That you even agreed to anything that Copley told you.”

“I did it for us. So we can have a family and grow old together,” Booker tried to excuse his behaviour.

“We are a family. We all five.”

“I'm sorry, please, I made a mistake. I realized that I don't want this. I know it was wrong.”

“Pray that your insight wasn't too late,” you said in a worried voice.

“I don't want anyone to get hurt,” he mumbled desperately. “Copled discovered our secret on his own and he contacted me with the offer that he could help to figure out what caused the immortality and how to be mortal again. I believed him, but he never said that it would involve all of us and I didn't realize until now.”

“Why didn't you tell me earlier?” you asked him offended.

“I was afraid and it was part of the deal that I won't tell anyone.”

You nodded with a tense jaw and tears stinged in your eyes. You looked at your husband and all you saw was the same broken man you met when you became immortal. You never chose this life, no one of your family did. It was destiny and you accepted your faith. Booker didn't. You knew about his wish of a normal life, but you never thought he would do such things like consider to betray his family. Actually he hadn't betrayed you yet, but he planned it and you couldn't decide what was the worst.

“Don't tell me you did this for us. You can't decide or speak for me. I'm disappointed. I thought you would tell me when you aren't happy with what we have. But we're married, we love each other and we promised us something back then.”

“Yes, I do love you,” he cried out. “And I am sorry. I never meant to hurt you. Please, believe me. We won't do the mission or even meet with Copley in person. Everything sounded good and Copley promised that no one would be hurt. But when he came up with this fake mission, I was unable to cope and I panicked. He wants all of us now and I don't how we can get out of this.”

Now you were confused again. His explanation revealed details that you didn't consider in your rage and now you got nervous that you understood his words wrong.

“Let me get this right now. You thought Copley would only involve you in his plan. He never mentioned the rest of us before until he told you about the condition with this fake mission?”

Booker nodded furiously.

“You never wanted to betray us?”

“Never, Y/N, I swear. I would never do this to you or Andy or Nicky and Joe. I just saw an oppurtunity that I could be human again. I trusted him. He told me about the fake mission first. He need a footage as a proof for the immortality and I agreed, because I thought he only would take me for the tests and all kind of this stuff. But two days ago he send me an email that he wants all of us and now I don't know what to do. I thought about so many things to get out of this, but I can't do this alone. He has too many informations about us, I'm sure he could find us everywhere if he wants to.”

You gulped at his words. You were relieved that he didn't plan to hand his family over to Copley, otherwise he gave informations about you away. You will have to deal with this later, because you needed to warn Andy, Nicky and Joe, so that they won't arrive in South Sudan and arrange to meet somewhere else to plan any further steps.

“You're an idiot, Sebastien. I have to say this and I won't apologize. All of Copley's plan is dangerous and if you would have really trusted him… well, I don't know what could happen, but you would be very stupid if you let these scientists make any tests with you. None of us will cooperate with Copley or this Merrick man.”

“I know I was an idiot. I… I hope we will find a way out of the misery I caused.”

“There's only one way, Sebastien. We need to find Copley before he finds us,” you simply responded and your eyes were back on the laptop.

Plans changed. We meet at our honeymoon house. Tomorrow. 8 p.m.

You send the messages to the others. You sighed frustrated and looked up at Booker. He seemed anxious and nervous. He tore at his hair and rubbed over his face. Yes, he really fucked up. But you tried to understand his reasons and why he handled like he did. Copley offered him a solution and he saw a chance to change his life. But this wasn't the right way and you knew your husband well enough that you could see he understood he made a mistake and regret his decision.

You were sad that he couldn't arrange himself with his immortality. When you and the others found him in 1813, all he wanted was to stay with his wife and children and you had been so kind to let him. You hadn't have the power to make him to come with you, but you thought it was the mistake he made. He craved for the mortal life of them and his family craved the gift of being immortal. They couldn't have what their hearts desired. Still on the present day Booker had this one wish and you knew it since the day you met him.

The love you shared helped him to get over the lost of his wife and you the both of you were happy, most of the time. The memories of his children, the hatred they felt for him after he wasn't capable of sharing the magic with them. Despite he fell in love with you, his broken heart never healed completely.

“I hope someday you can forgive me,” he whispered and turned his back on you.

“You trusted the wrong person and we have one last chance to stop before it ends worse for us than Copley already planned,” you spoke in a sad tone.

“Your decisions and actions… were selfish. I feel like I'm not enough for you. You intended to leave me. Making your wish come true and assuming I would want the same as you. I love you a billion times to the moon and back and I like the thought to spend an eternity with you. But to learn you want just a handful of years and than closing your eyes forever… that feels like ripping my heart out. You want me to forgive you? You told Copley our secret, you planned a future without me knowing anything about your plan, you revealed informations about us and you believed he wouldn't go after all of us. If you wouldn't have said anything now then the blood would have been on your hands. That would be a lot to forgive, but I know that you didn't plan to hurt anyone of us and this fact is a step in the right direction. It will take time, but I want to forgive you.”

“I don't expect forgiveness. I don't… I can't lose you…”

You were overwhelmed by your feelings just like him. You were upset and scared, you didn't know what the next days would bring and how the others will react what your husband did. But you will stand by his side, even if he broke your trust when he didn't tell everything from the beginning and it will take time to regain the trust. You won't know if he wouldn't do anything like that again.

“I'm your wife and I'll stay with you. But you need to choose… do you want me and our love, a happy life together? Or do you want to live in the past? You're always in the past, but there you can't find me. I know that life wasn't fair to you, but stop blaming yourself that your children couldn't understand you… after all it wasn't your fault that destiny picked you. I can only speak for me, but I don't know what Andy, Nicky and Joe will say.”

Sebastien's eyes met you and the pain you saw in them made your heart aching. “I don't deserve you.”

You closed your eyes for a moment and tried to hold back tears.

“I am sorry.”

You had known that the day would come when he couldn't bear it anymore, but you wasn't prepared it would hurt so much.

“Pack our things and I will book us flight tickets to Greece.”

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Hi, how are you? Can you write a old guard Imagine with Nicky and Joe x sister reader, where one night it is very cold in the safe house causing the reader to not be able to sleep and she had also been having nightmares. So in the middle of the night she goes to Nicky and joe's room asking if she can stay with them and they let her Stay with Them. Just something sweet 😊 i hope this is alright 😊

I'm good, thank you. I hope you are doing well! I already wrote something like this 🤗 you can read it here!

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My world crashed almost into pieces | The Old Guard | Andy x Fem!Reader

A/N: So, something new from me ;) I hope you like it and have fun. I think it's not easy to write Andy as a character, she has no many facettes and she is a strong and brave woman, but I try to protray his soft side mostly in my stories. So, that's for everyone who likes soft Andy ❤

Summary: You get injured on a mission and you doesn't wake up. Andy waits anixously for you come back. When you heal she doesn't leave your side and shows you all her love for you.

Warnings: tempory reader's death, major angst

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„Don’t you dare to leave me,“ she mumbled again and again while watching your body didn’t show any signs of healing. If she must bet, she would say fourty percent of your skin was burnt and from the impact of the explosion you were flung backwards, so you suffered a few broken and silvered bones that cut through skin.

Andy was full of your blood and the car seats were stained as well, but she didn’t care, all she wanted was you to come back and open your pretty eyes. Joe was driving like a mad-man to get away from the men that were following you in black jeeps and Nicky and Booker leaned out of the windows to fire back.

Andy took your injured hand in hers and was careful so she didn’t crash it. Your face was deep red and the raw flesh was stretched over your skull. Of course you died; no human body could survive an explosion, the injuries were too much. She was grateful that Joe handled fast enough and had lifted you in his arms, because all of you needed to get away there as fast as possible. The whole mission was a disaster and she hoped that you didn’t have to pay a price for that.

“Come, babe, wake up. Don’t leave me,” she begged you and felt the tears forming in her eyes. You were on her side for over two thousand years now and when her time hadn’t come yet, then it couldn’t be your time to die now. She wouldn’t know what to do when you wouldn’t revive. You were her whole world and to lose you would break her heart into pieces. Only the thought of a life without you made it hard for her to breathe. She blinked her tears away, but there came only more.

The car ride went chaotic, but Joe succeeded in leaving the jeeps behind them. He looked in the rear-view mirror and met Andy’s gaze. She shook the head slowly and Joe growled angrily. Andy knew that he would be by her side if you wouldn’t make it and she would take revenge, but she didn’t want to think about this scenario. She still had faith that you will come back to her.

The group arrived at one of their many safehouses, well it was just a small cabin, but better than nothing. Andy planned to go here after the mission one way or another, but she never thought that it would be the four of them and your dead body.

“How is she doing?” Nicky asked worriedly and opened the door to lean over your face. He hoped to find any signs of you starting healing. He could imagine how Andy felt in the moment, he wouldn't feel different if it would be Joe. Andy was focused on your face as well and stroked your unharmed right forearm.

“How long?” Joe whispered from the driver seat after he turned around.

“Too long,” Andy replied with trembling lips. “Maybe half an hour already. Why isn’t she healing?”

“She has probably inner injuries too. You know that big wounds need longer to heal. She will be fine,” Nicky assured her and Andy looked hopeful at him. Nicky always found the right words to calm her down, but the waiting stressed her immensely.

Your family waited impatiently that you started to heal. The seconds and minutes were crawling slowly and the silence was unbearable. Andy would give everything she had to hear your laugh again.

The noise when your bones began to crack back in their places and your skin grew back over the red flesh, let Andy flinch, but all of them let out a sigh of relief. Andy didn’t notice that she held her breath the whole time since Nicky spoke.

“Now it won’t take any longer, only a few seconds,” Joe said smiling slightly.

Andy nodded slowly, but never kept her eyes of you, she watched how your body healed in every place that was injured and she laughed weakly when you took your first breath. Your eyes flattered open and you tried to focus on anything. You looked directly at her.

Your whole body hurt when you came back to life. In one moment you killed a man who tried to attack Nicky from behind and in the next moment everything went black. You knew you had died, but you recognized that you lay with your head in Andy’s lap and she was watching you worriedly. You noticed tears on her cheeks and now you were really confused.

“Why are your eyes so red?” you asked confused and knitted your eyebrows together, but you received no answer and Andy’s arms wrapped around your upper body to pull her close to her chest. Your face was buried in the crook of her neck while Andy was rocking back and forward with you.

You were sure something went horribly wrong that made Andy so emotional, because she was hugging you desperately and caressed your hair tenderly. “You’re okay, you’re here,” she whispered again and again more to herself than to you.

“Yes, I’m good, Andy. What happened?” you asked and your voice was muffled. She didn’t let go and you decided to hug her back. You wrapped your arms around her waist and squeezed her gently, to let her know you were there and it would be okay whatever got her so sad and worried. But it seemed your words made it only worse, because Andy began to shake with sobs.

She laid a hand on your cheek and made you looking at her. “Don’t you ever do this again to me,” she said sternly and kissed your forehead for a long moment, she didn't care that there was blood everywhere on your new healed skin. Andy didn’t want to talk about what happened to you. All she wanted was holding you in her arms and listening to your frequent breathing and your steady heartbeat. Your body had been so cold, but now the warmth was spreading in your torso and limbs, but Andy still needed a few minutes to realize that you weren’t dead anymore.

A rock in the size of the Mount Everest fell from her heart the second you openend your eyes. She never felt so happy in her entire life and she would never let go of you again. Never keeping her of you again. Not ever letting anyone hurt again.

“We should go inside. The both of you need a hot bath,” you heard Nicky’s voice and you thought that you must sat in a car with Andy and the others. Slowly the whole situation made sense to you and you assumed that you took too long to revive from the death. But there would be no chance that Andy would explain everything to you, because she didn’t answer your question the first time and you knew her well enough that it meant she didn't want to talk about it.

“Nicky is right, Andromache,” you tried to get her attention and she shifted carefully with you in her arms. She went out of the car, but never let go of you and helped you to stand on your feet. She studied you intensely and wrapped an arm around your middle to push you gently in direction of the small cabin.

You didn't complain when she lead you straight into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. You walked over to the mirror and looked at yourself.

“I look awful,” you commented giggling your reflection, but Andy shook her head. She reached for your shoulders to peel off the rest of your remaining clothes. It stuck to your skin and you felt dirty and itchy. You needed a hot shower and Andy had the same idea in her mind, when she pushed you wordlessly under warn water. A few seconds later a pair of arms wrapped around your body and Andy nuzzled her face to your neck. You weren't used to so much affection from her. Naturally she showed affection when you were alone or when she had a very good day then in front of your family too, but now she was desperate to touch you, feeling you close to her.

“I'm fine, my heart.”

She hugged you harder and started to place kisses on the side of your neck. You turned around in her arms and dug your fingers in her upper arms. She watched you attentive and her eyes still showed worry, pain, sadness, but there was as well relief and her love for you. You understood that she almost lost you today.

“I'm fine,” you reassured her and you leaned your forehead against hers. “You won't lose me, ever, my heart belongs to you and I will be always by your side.”

Andy wasn't good with words, bur her actions showed more than thousand words. She raised a hand and her fingers traced over your eyebrows, cheeks, the soft curve of your lips, her thumb opened your mouth with gentle pressure and then she kissed your lips. Your mouths met from time to time in soft kisses until they moved slowly and sensual. Andy treated you like you could break from the slightest touch of her, but on the other side she wanted to caress all the parts that were injured, feeling only smooth and flawless skin.

Your spine tingled in anticipation when you pulled back and saw Andy's eyes were a few shades darker. The worry was replaced with lust and adoration, her kisses grew deeper and passionately, her hand in the small of your back made you upper body aching and her tongue find the way in your mouth. You will give her everything that she needed and she could take everything that she wanted.

“I was barely so scared in my entire life,” she muttered and the confession took her a lot of bravery, but it didn't matter, she didn't need to be brave or strong in the moment, not here with you.

You didn't answer anything, you simply hugged her with your arms around her shoulders and stood in silence with water raining down on you that turned pink on the way down.

Clean from the dirt and blood you went in the small bedroom that you shared everytime you came to the cabin. She tugged you under the blankets and cuddled you from behind in a firm grip like she thought you could disappear when she fell asleep.

You found sleep while listening to her breathing. You felt secure and happy to be with the woman that meant… well, there wasn't existing any words to describe your love for Andy. She was your other half and the constant in your life. Your feelings grew over the centuries for her into a love so deep that no ocean was big enough to contain it.

Andy whispered lovely words and sweet nothings in your ear what woke you up slowly and you felt the kisses on your face, neck, clevage and chest. Her hands caressed your heated skin from under the blankets and pressed to her hot body so long.

“I need you,” she stated clearly with authority in her voice. You were surprised for a moment, but the worry was back in her eyes and you nodded in agrerment.

“You got a bad dream?” you asked softly. She kissed you desperately as an answer to show you her need to be close to you.

“I'm here. We're both safe here,” you reassured her, whispering against her lips and Andy claimed your mouth again and again. You knew she didn't want to talk, only touch and feel you.

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Hey, thanks for writing my request i really loved it!🥰😊🌟 Can you write a part two for it? Where they go to where ever they are staying and do what you wrote in the last part? And maybe the reader has a nightmare later that night and Joe and Nicky comfort her again? I hope it is alright😊🌟

I can't get it out of my head part 2 | The Old Guard | Nicky & Joe & sister!Reader

A/N: So, I wrote a second part and I hope you like it, Nonnie 😉 and I am glad you like the first part.

First part

Warnings: reader's first kill, feelings of guilt, comfort and fluff

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Joe prepared a hot bath for you and laid clean clothes and towels on the washing table. You srubbed your skin until it was angrily red and you washed your hair three times to make sure every piece of dirt and blood was gone.

Nicky made you something to eat, but you were only chewing on the food, you didn't even taste it. You felt horrible for what you've done, despite Nicky and Joe assured you that it wasn't your fault and you just defended yourself. It sounded logical, but you felt so guilty. You didn't understand what happened until they were dead, in the moment they attacked you, you didn't think, just reacted. You always had a fast ability to react and you knew they would have killed you, if you hadn't killed them first.

You were exhausted and all you wanted was go to bed. Slowly you walked inside your room and crawled under the blankets. It was warm and cozy, but you couldn't find sleep and starred into the dark.

A little while later you saw someone opened the door and a little light shined inside the room from the hallway. The person came over to you and sat on the edge of the bed beside your legs.

“How are feeling?” Nicky asked and rubbed your arm gently.

“I'm tired,” you yawned.

“Do you want Joe or me to accompany you?”

You shook slowly your head. “You don't have to, I'm sure you want some time for yourself. You were taking care of me since I joined the group. I need to learn to handle myself.”

“Y/N, you're family and we take care of our family. Just tell us what you need and we will give it to you. Don't ever think you were a burden for us. We love you, sissy.”

“Okay,” you responded quietly. “Then stay please.”

“Good. Should I go and get Joe?”

“I think we both feel better if he's here,” you answered smiling. Nicky nodded short and left the room for a few minutes.

You rolled on your other side and closed your eyes. Maybe you would a little sleep when you were surrounded by your brothers. You never thought that your life would change in this difficult way and you would find a new family, you formed so fast a bond to Nicky and Joe. Of course, Andy and Booker were there and you liked them as much as Nicky and Joe. But it was like the Crusaders adopted you as their little sister and you couldn't be more happy. But the other side of this life was the violence and the killing, you knew that didn't expect all those things from you, but you were part of a group of warriors and you weren't one. Yes, you were good with bow and arror and you went often hunting with your dad, but it didn't make you a warrior.

Andy meant they would teach you how to fight and they did. You weren't nearly as good as them, but after four months you were stronger than you were ever in your life.

You closed your eyes again, took a few deep breaths and you drifted slowly in a light sleep. You didn't hear Nicky coming back with Joe on his hand, they closed the door quietly and Joe walked around the bed. He laid down beside you and pulled you carefully in his arms to place your head on his chest. Nicky cuddled you from behind and Nicky's and Joe's were intertwined. They knew you could probably have a nightmare, but they would be there for you.

You awoke with a start, breathing fast and cold sweat stucked on your skin. You had a nightmare, a horrible dream. You killed the men over and over again and it seemed to you that yourself in the dream enjoyed killing them at some point.

Your movement had woke up Nicky and Joe and one of them turned on the light on your nightstand. Joe looked at your frightened expression.

“Bad dream?” he asked softly and you only nodded.

“We are here. Take deep breaths,” he instructed you and slowly you calmed down.

Nicky handed you a glass of water and you gulped half of it down.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Joe rubbed gently your back and you shook your head this time. You didn't want to talk anymore, you wanted to forget everything that happened today. But you knew that wasn't possible and you needed to find a way how to deal with it. But for now you only wanted to be hold and leaned against Joe's shoulder.

“Can we just go back to sleep?” you mumbled.

You didn't get an answer. Nicky switched the light off and you searched comfort in his arms while Joe hugged the both of you.

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Nile: It’s six o’clock in the morning, you’re not having vodka.

Booker: Doesn't matter, I already had whiskey at 5 o'clock.

Nile: Andy, would you please help me?

Andy: Here, drink wine, there are grapes in wine and grapes have vitamins.

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Nicky: It 8p.m., Nile, time to go to bed.

Nile: What do you mean?

Joe: Time for you to sleep. You're the youngest of us and you need enough sleep.

Nile: I'm 26 years old.

Nicky: Yeah, we know, and that's why Booker goes to sleep half an hour later than you.