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ladymarycrawley · 9 months

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The blondie I'm in love with - Mason Mount

Request: Mason has a fake girlfriend but with a happy ending please (requested by @masterclassbaby sorry baby, I kept you waiting so long for this 🙈 hope you like it!)

Warning: one of my worst pieces to date I think but after months of lacking any motivation to write about Mason I got struck but this idea all of a sudden last night so

Tag list: @masonxomount @prideofpd @masterclassbaby @chelsealover @johnstonesfc

Summer’s hot and sunny weather it’s like the secret ingredient for good things to happen, such as good holidays in beautiful places. Better if shared with people we love and have fun with. That was the case for you and Mason who got the chance to spend some time together with some of your mutual friends, spending days at the beach and nights out, staying up late.

Another thing that usually happens in summer, football related, is the transfer window where players say goodbye to the teams they've played in until that moment and let some new teams welcome them for their new adventure. Mason made no exception as he was among those players too.

The season that just ended wasn’t the best of his career for sure and he needed that month away from football to clear his mind as well as relax.

“Well now everyone will make up some weird theories about your new hair colour and that'll be so much fun"

Clearing his mind meant also doing some crazy things such as dying his hair platinum blonde (something that was quite en vogue among those football players…what’s the fascination behind it?). Most people, the ones who liked drama more than anything else, were certain there was some deep meaning behind those style changes.

"You'll be the one to blame"

"Me?? What does it have to do with me?"

"Cause it's always some girl's fault"

You rolled your eyes, making him giggle.

"As if"

"We could turn the whole situation at our advantage and make it fun"

"What do you mean? You're scaring me, Mount"

“Well, we could pretend you’re my girlfriend and you’re the one girl to blame”

You served him a kind of puzzled look, not seeing the whole point of the thing.

“And so? What’s the sense of it all?”

“Just to give them something to talk about, you know the transfer window is here and I’ve had enough of random people assuming things about myself and my future as a player so we’ll give them a distraction”

"I'm not sure I want to be their distraction…"

After a one of a kind, rather weird courting you gave in and accepted to be his fake girlfriend: behind the cameras and the paps' flashes you kept on behaving normally, as if nothing happened, as if you were still a couple of good friends and nothing more.

One of the reasons why you didn't want this thing to happen was because you knew, like it or not, something deep down your soul would have changed the way you perceived him and, consequently, the trajectory of your friendship. You always had a soft spot for him, not only because he was one your best friends but because something stronger was burning inside of you.

When his best mates would nudge him to tell him someone was watching or it was time for him to start his little act of the boyfriend in love your heart started racing: the way he would move closer to sneak his arm around your waist and graze the pad of his thumb against your hip bone, matched with the tender touch of his lips lingering against your jaw made you feel kind of dizzy. What if you were falling in love with one of your closest friends, for real, not just to play some senseless game?

"We would really make a cute couple" He whispered in your ear, giggling.

You giggled back, annoyed by how this thing was a bit too funny to him.

"We should break up at some point, you know that?"

"Who said that?" He kissed the sensitive skin behind your ear, causing goosebumps all over your arms.

"God Mase, I hate you sometimes"

The smirk on your face as he was holding you tight to him made you a very bad liar, there’s no other place you would have rather be in.

Those days were soon turning into a slow agony: Mason would swim close to you and give you underwater hugs, napping with you on the same bed, placing his hands on your hips in the club at night so your bodies would sway together to the rhythm of the loud music. You were doing all the things a couple would do but you weren’t a couple.

This dynamic cooled down when it was time for him to get back in business as things at Cobham weren’t going particularly well but you were sure he’d have sorted it out as he was Chelsea through and through. But you were wrong.

He avoided talking about what direction his football career would have taken even with you, who used to be the one he would tell everything, even the smallest things.

When the day prior to his official announcement he sat on your bed in your London house to tell you he accepted the bid Manchester United made for him so he would have moved up north rather soon you felt as if the whole world was falling upon your shoulders and Mason was your whole world.

"Wh - what? You're not a Chelsea player anymore?"

The sadness filling his eyes was heartbreaking to say the least, he was gutted to leave his heart's club, most of all because he was kind obliged to do so if he wanted to go on playing, which was the thing that mattered the most to him.

Mason nodded as his chocolate pupils followed your body falling to the ground, on your knees.

"Hey, are you -" He asked, getting up in a rush to take you.

"Don't touch me"

He gave you a puzzled look and you soon provided him with an explanation.

"You knew it, you knew you'd have left Chelsea and London from the beginning. That's why you dyed your hair this awful blonde that makes you look like a fuckboy. I hate you. You just used me for fun and you knew it from the beginning!" You cried out, trying to fight back the tears.

“You agreed when I told you about the fake relationship”

“Yes but you did it only because you already knew you would have left Chelsea and you used me as a shield against the fucking press!”

“I - didn’t know anything about United, we were in talks but it wasn’t official at all!”

“Fuck off Mason” You muttered, lowering your eyes as if you were looking for something on the carpet your tired body was abandoned on. Mason didn’t dare to look at you either, keeping his gaze down too.

"I dyed my hair simply because I liked it, because I had a shitty season felt the need to change something…I like you too"

"You what?" Your eyes now had to stop looking for something that didn’t exist on the floor and start to look at the handsome boy before you who just happened to say something quite powerful.

"Y/N I wanted to have some fun, yes, but I also liked you for quite a while and I didn't know how to tell you not to ruin our friendship." He kept on explaining with the softest voice.

“Oh so you now think you can get away with it by saying some sweet words??” Yes, those sweet words surely had an effect on you and denying it was the biggest lie ever.

“Come to Manchester with me”

That invite left you in a shocked state as it was the last thing you were expecting: why should he ask you to follow him away from London? You were good friends but that’s not the kind of question usually asked to someone who’s only a friend.

“Did you hear what I said?? I don’t even know if I want to be your friend anymore. You just used me and now you’re asking me to leave my city, my everyday life to follow you?”

“Yes, because I love you”

The three words. Mason just said those three words to you.

“You’ve always been there for me when I needed it, you always keep up with my shit, including faking a love relationship, but now I feel like I’m ready to have a real one. I wanna get home from training and see you there, dozing off on the sofa and kiss your forehead or taking you out to dinner at some fancy place”

Mason was there, looking as the most fragile creature you’ve ever seen, opening his heart to you with no fear, he was being the Mason you fell in love with, little by little, over the years.

Warm tears, joyful ones this time, started rolling down your cheeks as you threw your arms around his neck, causing him to fall flat on the mattress.

“I hate you, blondie”

“You love this blondie, you’re such a bad liar” You got lost in each other’s eyes that were shining with a different light, a warmer one.

“This could be the moment where I confess I’ve always been secretly in love with you but I won’t” You whispered shyly, making him smile.

He smirked and caressed your lower back in a circular motion.

“You hid it quite well actually” You both giggled before he pressed his lips against yours in a real kiss, one of those sloppy but heartfelt kisses that took you to another dimension, a dreamy and ideal one.

The moment you were living was just too intense to think about anything else and soon you found yourself straddling him, not even realising the speed at which your clothes fell on the floor, too busy making love to him for the first time.

That bed felt like the best place on earth, the one where all your dreams and hopes became true, the one where you were safe from every danger the outside world might be holding against you.

“This is not just a summer thing, right?”

“This will be a thing for many summers to come”

Mase’s arms were now your home, the shelter you would have run to in case of extreme glee or of unbearable pain, it was the place to be.

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thegaangneedstherapy · 1 year

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Zukka fic list part 2

On ice we fall (in love)

Zuko and Sokka rivals to friends to lovers slowburn competitive figure skating AU.

Foolsong

Zuko is an idiot trying to get over a breakup, Sokka is a hockey boy, and online dating isn't really that awful.

Blue

Iroh insists they create a new life and identity in Ba Sing Se. Zuko wants nothing more than to bide his time until his next opportunity to return home, until he realizes ‘Lee’ can get away with things Zuko never could.

Zuko dons the mantle of the Blue Spirit again only to los e his focus when the Avatar comes to the city. This time, however, his attention is drawn to the annoying Southern Tribe warrior.

winter solstice: an addendum

Zuko gets imprisoned with Sokka and Katara during the winter solstice, and some very unfortunate things come to light. Alternatively: the gaang kidnaps adopts Zuko in book one after discovering just how awful his father is.

I'll Come Back Someday (For You)

“We’ll be together someday. I won’t stop looking until I find you again.”

Those words, Sokka thought, were a blessing.

After living through several lives without Zuko, they now feel like a curse.

They were the last words Sokka muttered to the Fire Lord on his death bed after saving Avatar Korra from an attempted kidnapping, and while he meant them, he didn't know that they would come true.

Yet, he tried, tried, tried again, and after cycling into his fourth life, he's starting to give up hope.

All until he walks into the Jasmine Dragon right next to Republic City University's campus.

(i'm sorry but) i'm just thinking of the right words to say

Zuko is the last person Sokka expects to end up as his roommate when he starts college. Sokka is the last person Zuko expects to befriend when he starts his whole life over. And no one who knows a thing about their shared past expects them to end up together. Except, maybe, Toph.

There's Bound To Be A Ghost At The Back Of Your Closet

Zuko needs a new dad, and Hakoda volunteers. A story spanning Zuko's old life, new life, and beyond

running right back to you

the air conditioning stops working at the Jasmine Dragon, and it's miserable until a cute stranger makes it a bit more bearable

Sorry, I Have to Move to Alaska!

Following a lengthy legal battle with Ozai, Iroh has full custody of his niece and nephew. Desperate to get Zuko and Azula away from Ozai (just in case) Iroh buys a tea shop in Anchorage, Alaska.

Sokka has been living in Anchorage since birth and nothing interesting ever happens in this city. Except less than a month into this school year, the mysterious new kid with a facial scar beats up a well-known student in first period.

purrfect for each other

because sometimes, it takes going to a cat café four times to realize you're in love with your best friend

The World We Dream About

A HS Theatre Kid AU where the gaang is in Hadestown, featuring all our favorite high school nostalgia moments and way too many tropes

when i'm set alight

“I’m going to go practice some firebending forms,” Zuko says stiffly, running a hand through the tangles in his hair. “Tell Aang to join me if he wants to once he wakes up.” Gold eyes dart up to where Aang had strung up a makeshift hammock and was still sleeping soundly, snoring like a buffalo yak.

“Alright,” Sokka says, watching as he walks out without another word, evidently having reverted back into his usual brooding self. “Have fun!” He calls after Zuko loudly, which he means to be sarcastic, but comes out painfully, embarrassingly sincere. His face burns, and as soon as Zuko passes out of sight into the the temple, Katara turns to him, leveling him with a Look.

“You like him.” She says, and it’s not a question.

Born Lucky

Zuko knew this would happen one day.

He really should've prepared better.

Of course, he'd imagined something like this many times. He'd see him-- or anyone from high school, really-- and he wouldn't even be recognized. They'd be immediately enamored with him and wouldn't even pause to think he looked like that one girl from high school.

Instead, he has a 24-year-old Sokka cradling a swollen wrist and smiling awkwardly up at Zuko.

like we're made of starlight

When former High Imperial Prince and Sith Acolyte Zuko defects to the rebellion Commander Sokka is tasked to keep an eye on him and bring him into the fold.

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pxrplebxtterfly · 8 months

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Only Girl For Me (1/?)

18+

Pairings: Nomad Steve Rogers x fem reader

Warnings: SMUT, kissing, making out, nudity, oral sex (m receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, (d)ubcon kinda?, (s)tepcest

Summary: Your step brother Steve comes home while your parents are out of town and notices the book you're reading. He informs you he's done dating around.

Word count: 4.3k

Notes: Hey guys!!! Sorry for my inactiveness over the summer. I've whipped up a little something for you all and I hope you enjoy it! Happy fall!!!

❀𖤣𖥧𖡼⊱✿⊰𖡼𖥧𖤣❀

It’s a quiet evening in your house. You’re home alone, curled up on the couch with a book. You made a fire earlier and it was still burning bright, illuminating the room along with a dim lamp on the bookcase somewhere behind you. The lighting was cozy and perfect for reading.

Tonight, you picked out a favorite of yours. It’s basically all smut but no one needs to know that except you. It looked like a harmless romance novel when you picked it out at a bookstore. You took it home and began reading. At first, it was nothing special, just the beginning of a story. After the first few chapters, you were shocked to discover that this book contained more than just romance. Needless to say, you’ve read it a few times now.

Things are just getting good, when you hear the front door open.

“Mom?” you call out, “David?”

There is no response; all you hear is heavy, muffled footsteps echoing closer. You turn your head to peek over the couch, wanting to know who it is.

You smile when you see that it’s Steve, walking towards you.

“Hi Steve! Where were you?” you ask, and bring your book to your chest.

He smiles back at you and lets out a deep breath as he makes his way around the couch.

“I was helping Sam install new windows at his house. Trying to get them done before winter. What have you been up to?” he explains while sitting down to the right of you.

“I’ve just been reading. You weren’t here so I had the house to myself, and I figured what better to do than read in front of a fire”

You notice the way Steve has relaxed into the couch. His arm is draped on the back of the couch, fingers close to your left shoulder. His legs spread wide. You think about how inviting the position he’s in is, but internally scold yourself when you remember he’s your step brother.

“That sounds like a nice evening. What are you reading?” Steve asks and reaches across to try and pull the book from your chest.

“Oh, nothing, just some silly romance novel” you laugh nervously and close the book.

“You read this one a lot,” he comments and eyes you like he knows your secret.

That’s because he does. Steve knows all about the things you’ve been reading in that book. One of his ex-girlfriends had the same book that she would constantly gush about.

“Yep, it’s one of my favorites” you nod and blush. “My mom and David went to spend the night in the city so it’s just us” you say trying to change the subject.

“Oh, really?” Steve asks with intrigue, “well in that case I guess I get you all to myself”

He’s looking at you with lust. He’s always been a bit of a flirt and a perv but you didn’t mind that much. You didn’t mind because he was very attractive and you wanted him to like you.

“I guess so,” you whisper and your grip on your book tightens. Your stomach drops in awareness of your current situation. How you aren’t sprinting to your room, putting as much distance between the both of you as you can.

You keep telling yourself in your head to leave. Just get up, tell him you're tired, and go to bed.

Before you’re able to say anything, Steve interrupts you saying, “Anyways, did I tell you that I broke up with Sabrina last week?”

“No, I thought you were still seeing her,” you say, glad he switched up the conversation.

“Yeah, she just wasn’t doing it for me anymore, in fact she never really did,” he says and looks at you to see your response.

“Oh,” you say, curious as to why your step brother said this.

“She’s a great girl, she’s just not for me,” he reassures.

“That’s a shame, I really liked her. On to the next I guess!” you say with a smile and laugh.

Steve dates around a lot. He’s usually only in a relationship for a few months before moving on to the next.

Secretly, he’s trying to distract himself. He’s trying to distract himself from you. He knows it’s wrong to want you as bad as he does; you’re his step sister! But, he just can’t ever get you off his mind.

He knows you’ve caught him staring or flirting with you. He tries to hold himself back, but you exude sexuality even though you’ve only ever had one boyfriend.

There’s just something about you that he can’t shake. He always finds himself coming back to you.

“Actually, I think I’m done with other girls for a while,” he says.

Other? Your brain sparks.

“What do you mean?” you ask, intrigued.

“I mean, the only girl I have room for in my life is you,” he says and you catch each other's eyes.

In this moment of intimacy, you forget that he’s your step brother.

You curse yourself silently, for growing wet, and curse him for being so attractive. Damnit, he is so hot, it’s unfair your mom had married his dad.

No, you tell yourself. No way in hell you would ever let that happen. It just can’t… right? Right.

Steve realizes he’s lost you and reaches for you.

You struggle to listen to yourself when you feel his hand land on your knee. He’s reaching across his body, turning towards you, and looking at you with desire.

“Steve?” You squeak as his big, warm hand rubs back and forth on your leg.

You should jump away and push him when you see out of the corner of your eye, his face coming towards you. He glides his face towards your neck and whispers in a low voice, “You’re the only girl for me,”

All you do is sigh with desperation, because you know what’s about to happen and you know you won’t hate it.

“Steve, what are you doing?” you ask as his hand travels further up your thigh and his nose buries into your neck. His breath on your neck makes you tilt your head giving him more access. Your head is telling you that this is wrong, but the way he’s breathing into your neck and running his hand up your thigh feels so right.

Your skin prickles in anticipation of where his fingers will go.

“I just need you really bad right now baby” he whispers so close to your ear. You swear you can hear a whine behind his words.

His pillowy lips kiss your neck, giving you slow, deep kisses. The way he sucks gently has you feeling lightheaded.

Steve indulges in the way your skin tastes and feels. You’re velvety under his tongue and he sinks into memories that surface as he smells you. He can feel his pants shifting around his hard cock, unable to conceal his excitement.

The soft material of his sweatpants creates minimal friction against the head of his dick, causing him to rut slightly into the fabric, towards your leg. Still kissing your neck, he thinks about what it would feel like to be buried inside you.

His hand squeezes as high on your inner thigh as it can. His fingers then ghost over your pussy. His palm lands on your pelvis and you rock your hips forwards subconsciously. He lowers the tips of his fingers, not creating pressure yet. His fingers slowly start to rub circles around your clit.

The sensation is enough to draw a moany sigh from you. You want more, you crave it. If he could just stop or get this over with, you’d be relieved.

He’s not gonna stop and you know this.

“Step siblings aren’t supposed to touch each other like this”

“C’mon just be a good little sister and let me” he breathes out. He applies more pressure as he circles your clit.

“No Steve, we can’t!” you whine as you feel yourself clench around nothing. You begin to try and get up to escape the sinful actions of your step brother. You barely gain momentum to stand when you are pulled back down to the couch. Your book slips out of your grasp and lands on the floor.

He grabs you from behind, wrapping his arm around your waist with his hand still on your pussy. His hand presses into your stomach, holding you down.

“Don’t do that sweetheart, just stay so I can play with you” he huffs into your neck.

“But it’s wrong” you whimper as he kisses your jaw. His tongue trailing your jaw line.

You can hear him panting hard as he kisses your cheek. He’s worked up and hungry for you, pinning you to the couch. His fingers press into the flesh on your tummy, and it hurts everytime you squirm.

Steve can’t help himself, when you’re sitting here in your slutty little pajamas, basically offering yourself to him. Especially when you’re openly reading such filth, it’s like you have a sign above you, pointing, saying, “whore”. He knows you can’t resist him as much as you try. At the end of the day, your cunt is greedy and desperate to be fucked just like everyone else.

“Just let your big brother take care of you baby, you know I can make you feel good. Maybe we can recreate one of those chapters in that book of yours, huh?” he says as he sticks his thick fingers in the waistband of your shorts and underwear.

You're shocked that he knows what you’re reading, and thoroughly embarrassed by it, but you’re distracted when you feel air rush onto you. He lifts the fabric from your skin and pulls it halfway down your legs.

Exposed now, your senses heighten, waiting for him to touch you.

Then he does. His fingers dive carefully into your entrance and play with the slick you’ve secreted. Running his fingers up and down over your hole, collecting your arousal. He circles your entrance but then moves his fingers up and down your whole pussy. His fingers start from the bottom of your hole and move to the top of your clit. He repeats this motion a couple of times, just teasing you, lathering you up in your own mess.

You moan as he teases you, not sticking his fingers in you or directly stimulating your clit. “Please” you sigh.

“Please what? I want you to use your words,” he asks, still breathing into and kissing your neck. He slows his fingers at your beg.

“Please, do whatever you want to me,” you say, giving in, “but please, just, don’t stop!”

“Fuck, you don’t know how bad I’ve wanted to hear you say that” he mumbles into your neck as his fingers plunge into you.

He knew you would fold. Your libido is just as feverish as his, and he can tell (contrary to your belief).

Steve is well aware of the collection of smutty books, you keep lined up on your bookshelf. He thinks they look like awards for “biggest slutty virgin” . He knows your thoughts are not as pure as one might think.

You moan as his fingers fill you. They press against every puffy wall inside you, the pressure making you squirm.

Your toes curl and you gasp as his fingers start to rake along that sweet spot. He uses the pads of his fingers to massage your inner wall, coaxing you to mumble curses.

“Do you like that?” he asks against your ear.

You don’t manage to say anything, you just tangle your hands into his hair and pull his face towards yours.

Your tongue is immediately wrestling with his and he tastes faintly of mint. His tongue presses against yours, your kisses sloppy, unable to find a rhythm. His fingers continue to flutter inside you, reaching so far deep that you begin to whine.

Steve is obsessive over you and completely turned on by the noises you’re making. “Your baby pussy just needed big brother’s fingers, huh?”

“Yes, yes, yes” you pant into him.

Your eyes are scrunched close and watering from the stimulation of that belly churning spot. In fact, you can’t tell whether your stomach keeps tightening or dropping.

The pleasure he’s giving you is so overwhelming and encompassing, you wrap your arms around his head and cradle it closer so you're mashing mouths.

He kisses you perfectly, somehow knowing exactly what you like and the way you like it done. Meanwhile, you’re hardly able to kiss him back, the stimulation crushing every nerve.

You moan into his mouth, realizing his fingers have already brought you to your climax. Everything disappears and you burst into a million sparks, burning through the air, searing every particle around you. You continue to burn into the couch as he continues to pump his fingers into you.

As he fucks you through your orgasm, you begin to melt. You feel like lava, every part of you flowing from your core, leaving all things underneath you charred.

Coming down from your high, the room starts to form again in your vision. Steve’s presence fades in and you feel his fingers have slowed down and are just barely moving in you. His lips have left yours and he’s looking at you, watching you come back to earth.

“You okay baby?” he asks softly, carefully pulling his fingers out of you.

You nod and smile coyly. You feel a little stunned by the intense orgasm you just experienced and need a moment to catch your breath.

“You did so good, baby but I’m not done with you yet. Help me take my pants off” Steve says.

You immediately tune back into your situation hearing what he’s just ordered you to do. You hesitate, still knowing that what you’re doing is wrong. Your thoughts are interrupted when you hear him say, “now.”

He’s looking, waiting anxiously for you to touch him. Precum has seeped through his sweatpants, where the tip of his cock is.

You don’t want to find out what would happen if you don’t obey him so you slowly reach out to his hips. You gently hook your fingers around the waistband of his sweats and tug. He lifts to help you slide them off.

His cock springs free and you pause, unsure where to go from here. You’ve had sex before, you just didn’t know what exactly Steve had in mind.

You look up at him nervously, not moving.

“You’re not afraid of your big brother’s cock, are ya?” he teases you.

With hesitation you shake your head and stutter, “No, I’m not”

“That’s what I thought,” he soothes, and brushes your hair out of your face, “Now be a good girl and put your mouth on it, you know what to do”

His eyes enchant you and you’ve stopped worrying about how wrong what he’s doing to you is. You decide to get comfy and lay on your stomach.

Once you do this, he wraps your hair into his fist so it’s out of your face. Steve wants to watch you suck him off. He wants to see your pretty eyes look up at him while his cock is in your mouth.

You grab the base of his dick and plant a kiss on the head. His precum is warm against your lips and you stick your tongue out to lick it off.

Slowly, you take him into your mouth and begin to lather his dick in your spit. You start to bob your head, and suck gently.

The tip hits the back of your throat and you hum as you pull him back out, enjoying the feeling of him filling your mouth. You keep at this moderate pace for a few minutes, getting used to him. You pop him out of your mouth to take a breather and look up at him.

He moans quietly as you lick the head of his dick, just teasing him.

A second later, you’re gagging on his cock as he pushes your head down on him. You squeeze his thighs in protest but you secretly enjoy that he’s taking control.

You hear him huffing as he fucks up into your throat, his hair tickling your nose.

“You like the way your big brother’s cock tastes? Huh?” he taunts, ramming his hips into your face.

You’re unable to say anything but Steve doesn’t care. He knows you do.

He pulls you by the back of your hair off his dick and you pant, mouth open and drooling as he decides it’s time to change it up.

You can’t think straight, trying to catch your breath and not slobber everywhere. Suddenly, Steve is standing up and switches to the other side of the couch you were sitting on.

You watch his riveting, huge, muscles move him across the floor. Everything about him is just so strong. He comes up behind you, beside the couch. He grins at you wildly as you smother a, “what are you doing?” smile between your fingers.

He pushes one of his knees in between your knees, spreading your legs for him. His hand strokes his dick as he eyes your pussy and ass.

He bends forwards and takes your ass into his hands, squeezing and playing. His grip on you sends waves of warmth through you. He uses his thumbs to lift up your ass and folds, exposing your pussy.

“Fuck” he breathes out, running his thumb over your pink, aching hole. He barely grazes you before his finger is covered in your arousal. You love his upfront admiration and visible desire.

Steve moves his hands to your hips and tugs you up and backwards. You land face down, but on your knees, butt in the air. Your ass is now exactly where he wants it.

“You want your step brother to fuck you?” he asks as he prods your hole with the head of his thick cock.

“Yes please, step brother” you beg, looking back at him.

“Yeah? Wearing slutty clothes all the time to try and get me to look at you, well now you’ve got my attention”

You need to feel him inside of you. You need him to turn your brain to mush. You need him to fill your throbbing void full of his cock and cum.

He dives in, seething immediately, unprepared for you to feel this good. He knew you were going to be warm and wet, but he could never have imagined that you would make him so close to cumming from a single stroke.

He huffs out, pushing past the feeling that wants to come over him. He pulls out and pushes back in. He begins to fuck you.

There’s not an inch of space where you can’t feel him and you love it. You’re paralyzed by the sheer force and quantity of friction being created between the two of you. You feel like he’s fucking you raw, like his dick is hollowing you out.

All you can do is moan and try to keep from crying. With the speed and strength he’s going, tears begin to flow from your eyes anyways.

Steve watches your face as it is squished down into the couch cushions. He can see your skin glisten with tears from the intensity of his fucking. He loves it.

He loves it so much that he bends forwards to bury himself deeper into you. His thrusts become short and shallow, picking up his speed.

Closer to you now and through ragged breaths, he coos, “Such a good little sister, taking what her step brother gives to her”

You moan at his words and feel your head being lifted off the couch. His fist is in your hair, pulling you up, against him.

Your back arches as you collide with him, one of his hands is immediately around the base of your throat. Not constricting your breathing, just holding you closer to him.

His right hand snakes around your hips, down your pelvis and finds your clit. He begins to rub at it, simultaneously fucking you with everything he’s got.

He’s grunting into your ear and you think you heard him say, “Fuck baby, you like that? Huh? Huh? You like your big brother deep inside of you like this?”

You’re almost completely fucked numb. Your brain and body are so cockdrunk you can hardly see or speak.

You try your best to muster up something other than curses and whine, “Yes, yes, I love it”

“Of course you do baby” he taunts.

You feel yourself reaching the edge of a second orgasm, feeling your stomach tighten.

“Steve, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum,” you tell him, wanting him to keep the pace and position.

His fingers on your clit, vibrating against it with the perfect pressure. His cock is burying into you and his rugged breathing and grunts on your neck culminate to send you into a spiraling orgasm.

“Cum for me, cum all over your big brother’s cock” he says, fucking you through it.

You release around him, letting all your inhibitions go too. You let him continue doing exactly what he’s doing because his sheer talent for making you come is mindblowing.

Your orgasm courses through you and when it’s over, you realize you’re completely slumped back against his burly chest. His dick is still inside you but he’s stilled, and you begin to regain consciousness of your surroundings. You hear his shaky breaths and seething moans. You feel him tremble against you and hold you tighter to him than ever before.

Your brain begins to connect the pieces slower than you would have liked.

Steve slowly lets go of you and you eventually fall forward, and feel him pull out of you.

He curses when he’s no longer inside your warm walls.

You feel something hot begin to seep out of you. You wonder if it’s you, him, or the both of your combined mess.

“Steve, did you?” you ask, nervous and out of breath.

He hesitates and you lift yourself up. You turn around on your knees and face him. His body expands and retracts with his deep breaths. He’s tall above you, and you have to tilt your head up to see his face.

Shame splashes his cheeks.“I’ll run to the store and grab you a Plan B, I’m sorry, I just couldn’t stop myself” he says and pets the side of your head and leans down to kiss your forehead. His beard scratches lightly as he kisses you and you reach your arms up around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

As long as he’s buying you a contraceptive, it truly isn’t that big of a deal.

“We can wait till morning” you whisper into his neck and he pauses.

Steve sits down on the couch, your arms still around him, and pulls you into his lap. His big arms wrapped around your waist. He’s grateful for your sympathy and affection.

“I’m sorry, I’ve wanted you for so long now, I just couldn’t stop myself. I don’t think you realize how sexy you are,” he explains, as you nuzzle into his collarbone.

You giggle at him and kiss his cheek. The feeling of both messes dripping out of you and onto him turns you on a little. You hum as you settle into his body. He puts his hands under your t-shirt, and rubs your lower back.

His skin on your skin stirs something in your heart. The comfort of his heat and body makes you pepper kisses on his shoulder. You show him how much you appreciate him and the attention he gives you.

“If you stay like this long enough, I might have to fuck you again,” he growls low, into your ear.

His filthy thought sends a jolt of adrenaline through you, and you grind into his lap, showing your enthusiasm.

“Don’t tease me,” he says and grits his teeth together when he feels his cock twitch.

You pull back from his shoulder to look him in the eye. Your hands now resting on his neck, you say, “And if I do?”

He narrows his eyes, and flexes his jaw. His eyes are probing yours, trying to find out what your intentions are.

You bite your lip and smile, unable to contain your giddiness.

“Well, we’d have to do something about that, now wouldn’t we?” he smirks.

You realize, for the first time, that you haven’t really kissed. His lips have been on yours but you were unable to kiss him the way you wanted to.

You immediately lean forwards and press your lips to his.

Steve’s a little flabbergasted but happily indulges in the way you taste. He smiles against your lips, glad you are so eager for him.

You kiss him deeper, tenderly poking your tongue out and swiping it across his mouth. He feels you do this and welcomes you in. He moves one hand out from beneath your t-shirt and brings it up to cradle your head.

His tongue swirls against yours making you moan into his mouth. Your heated kissing slowly makes you begin to grind against his lap once more.

You can feel him shift up into your hips, creating more pressure between the two of you.

He sucks and nibbles at your lips and you can’t help but squeak out moans. The sense of comfort and joy is overwhelming and the both of you begin to slow your kisses.

Eventually, you come to a stop and you’re now gazing into his sparkling, blue eyes. The both of you pant and stare at each other with desire. The passion leisurely flowing out of you both and molding together in the atmosphere. An aura almost appears with the foggy, hot-headed, vision you now have.

Once more, you rest your head on his collarbone and squeeze him tight, sending the message of comfort to him.

#smut #captian america #steve rogers #nomad steve rogers #captain america smut #steve rogers smut #nomad steve rogers smut #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans fic

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kzhnyas · 2 years

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"Cold"

Samatoki offers you his jacket while it's snowing. You reject him. He won't take that and tries anyways.

[ samatoki / GN reader , samatoki being cute , sfw ]

Holding the cup of coffee close to you, your hands felt its warmth radiating out of the cardboard sleeve. Standing silently, your shoulders rose and tensed up everytime a sudden harsh gust of wind swept past you.

Looking down at the ground, you stared at the snow that was collecting underneath you. As beautiful as it is, the temperatures were below freezing and you were stuck here waiting for your boss to finish up his meeting. Tipping the cup into your mouth, a satisfied sigh left you when the nearly burning liquid warmed you up.

It wasn't enough though, you were still slightly shivering.

A small cloud appeared everytime you breathed into your hands, trying to keep it from going numb in case you had to hold something for your boss. When it failed and you felt your hands slowly go stiff, you rose your free hand that wasn't holding the coffee to your neck.

You flinched, your hands were ice cold, but your neck was nice and hot. Resting it there for a bit, you wished you had gotten a better coat. The sudden drop in temperature was something no one expected, but everyone had thick coats... You on the other hand didn't have time to go shopping for a new one.

The long trench coat kept you warm, but it wasn't made for the snow. Under it was a tight turtleneck that would have worked, if the coat also did its job.

Why did it have to be so cold..

A pair of black shoes appeared in your vision, a suitcase held closely as well. "Im done." Drowsily, you looked back up to see your boss, Samatoki, standing there with a blank expression. Meeting must have gone fine then. Good, less work for you.

Nodding, you pulled yourself together and reached over to take the suitcase from him, only for him to pull back. He quirked a brow up, noticing how you were barely dressed for the weather.

He also noticed how your the joints in your fingers seemed rigid and the way your skin was slightly flushed.

"Sir, I can carry your bag for y—"

"Give me your coffee too."

You stared at him. Sure, he may be your boss, but you've also known him for quite some time now and know some things others don't. "You're taking my drink?" Still though, you held it up for him to take it.

Samatoki hummed lowly, shrugging his jacket off of his broad shoulders. Dusting it off, he abruptly grabbed you and forced you to turn around. Before you could complain, he quickly told you to shut up, like he already knew what you were going to say.

"You're cold, arent you?" He said in an annoyed tone, being able to see you shiver from miles away. The way you immediately cringed when you two left his building told him enough.

You said nothing, not wanting to seem like the cold would slow you down. Truthfully speaking, you were his assistant, so you dealt with much worse than some snow.

"You can take my jacket."

Facing him now, you saw that he was wearing a similar black turtleneck to you, except it looked much thicker and conserved more heat than yours. His eyes were bright red, seeming deeper and more vibrant over the bright white snow.

"I don't need it."

Deadpanning, Samatoki refused to accept your answer and started putting the jacket behind you. "Wha—" Scowling, you try swatting his hand away and fuss, pushing his arm off of you. Still, he stood his ground and fought to put the jacket on you.

A long string of silent curses rang out in his head as he tried to keep you still so he could put the jacket on you. You were so obviously, painfully cold. The least he could do is help you out.

"I dont need your jacket, Samatoki."

"And now you're pulling out the first name." It embarrassed Samatoki slightly, he wasn't used to you calling him by his first name. Normally it was just Sir or even Aohitsugi, but he had more things to worry about. "Just take the damn jacket-"

"No, you put it back on."

"No, you put it on!"

Snow was starting to pool under you two, small white specks landing on his black turtleneck while they sat in your hair.

Trying to balance holding the hot burning coffee cup while also avoiding Samatoki was getting difficult, your hands were starting to go numb but in a painful way. Anytime you'd move them would send jolts of pain to you.

You were determined to disobey your leaders command, trying to move on and head back to the base while he did everything in his power to place the jacket across your shoulders.

He would shift around you, carrying the thick fabric in both of his hands and seemed to have a terrifying look plastered across his face. Anyone who was nearby and could see you two quickly retreated to other places or simply turned around, avoiding you two.

You took a overly long sip of coffee, peaking in the corner of your eye as you waltzed through the snow to see your frustrated leader, looking childish. "Y/n..."

"Mm," Swallowing down the hot drink, you hummed in satisfaction. "Yes, si—?"

The large jacket was placed over your hand, obscuring your vision, causing you to come to a halt. With a gentle, low sigh, you pulled the jacket to your shoulders where it rested there nicely, shielding you from the harsh winter winds. "Is that better?" when you looked back up, you saw your leader leaning over in front of your face.

Clearing your throat, your gaze was quickly turned downward, feeling blood rush to your cheeks. Tugging on the sides of the jacket, the world suddenly felt like the sun had gotten closer to it, heating you up.

You weren't sure if it was because of the embarrassment you felt, or from the warm jacket that provided enough padding and fabric.

"..." Samatoki had a slight grin on his face, a cheeky one. One that you didn't see often unless you two were in his private quarters, away from the others. "Y..." Once more, you cleared your throat, walking along the sidewalk as he followed closely behind.

"Yes.. Thank you..."

A hand was across your waist, pulling you in. A loud yelp rang out, your hips bumping with his. He was too proud of himself for this, even though he struggled putting the jacket on you for nearly five minutes.

Though, a smile still came over you, huddling closer to him and taking in his body heat. He was warm, cozy, his hand keeping a protective hold on you.

"You know, sometimes you can be cute."

"Please just keep walking to the base."

"Oh, so you can be all lovey and gross, but I can't?"

#x gn reader #gn reader #gender neutral #hypmic #hypnosis microphone #samatoki x reader #samatoki aohitsugi x reader #samatoki x gn reader #sfw #hypmic x reader #hypnosis mic x reader #its below freezing weather here i am so cold #his ewo4 jacket looks so comfy

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lowkeyerror · 2 years

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Reputation

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Violence, blood, slight bullying

Summary: College AU in which your dorm mate has been making you rethink the way you live. So much so that people are starting to tease you about differing from their preconceived notions about you.

Masterlist

Y/n wasn't a particularly good friend to have. It's not that she was inherently un-loyal or that she didn't care about her friends. She was just a bad influence.

She had a reputation. Y/n was an instigator. Always looking to piss off someone, so she would have a reason to fight them. One thing about Y/n, was that she never lost a fight.

If you were a friend of Y/n you probably saw her get into it on multiple occasions. Unless you were Wanda Maximoff.

Wanda was the only good friend Y/n had. She would stop the young adult from fighting any time she could. The moment Wanda stepped between her and whatever opponent she was trying to create, it was over.

Y/n didn't like being violent around Wanda. She could fight around anyone else, but Wanda had higher expectations of her.

No one else had expectations for Y/n. They presumed she was a violent idiot, so she acted accordingly.

Wanda knew that was not the case. She knew that all of this violence was a deflection tactic to avoid problems.

Y/n didn't talk about family much. Wanda didn't know the full story, but from what she could understand Y/n was on her own. She had tried to ask Y/n about it a few times, but she was instantly shut down.

" Can't we do something that's not this," Y/n said, staring at the blank screen in front of her.

" Have you written anything yet?" Wanda rebutted.

Y/n sighed," You know I haven't. Wanda, this is boring."

Wanda rolled her eyes," Everything is boring to you. If you write 2 paragraphs, we can do whatever you want."

Y/n smirked," Whatever I want?"

" That's what I said. Now more typing, less talking."

Y/n had finished the paragraphs in no time. She decided to wait until it looked like Wanda had finished her work to say anything.

" Ok, we're going to that Delta party," she closed her laptop and sprung up from the desk.

" You know I hate parties."

Y/n shrugged," You said it's whatever I want to do, princess and this is what I want to do."

Wanda glares at her," What did I tell you about calling me princess?"

Y/n raised her hands in surrender," Sorry, your highness but compared to everyone else I'm around you're definitely a princess. There's nothing wrong with being a goody two shoes."

" Well maybe you should hang around better people," Wanda slipped out of her bed making her way to the restroom.

Y/n shook her head," No, thanks, you're the only exception for a reason."

Wanda left the door slightly ajar as she got ready to go out," And why is that?"

Y/n was going to answer immediately, but then she caught a glimpse of Wanda in the reflection of the mirror. She quickly looked away, but the image of the other girl's body was almost burned into her mind.

" Because you know that I'm bad, but you're still here. I honestly don't know why."

Wanda scoffed," You're not bad, Y/n. If you were, you wouldn't be here with me."

Y/n laughed," Wanda, we both know that I'm trouble."

Wanda walked out of the bathroom. She was wearing a simple black dress. The essential piece to every woman's closet. She definitely wore it well.

" Whatever you say, edge lord. Now zip me up," she had her back facing Y/n.

The woman froze for a second, before stepping up behind Wanda. Heat was radiating off her body. She slowly moved the silky red hair on to Wanda's shoulder so as to not get it caught in the zipper. Her hand light grazed the exposed skin, and she swore she heard Wanda gasp.

With much more care than what was needed, Y/n slowly dragged the zipper up the dress. When she was finished, she brushed the hair back into its place.

Wanda had expected Y/n to have taken a step back when she was done. So the red head turned to face her. However, instead of being met with empty space, Y/n was still right there.

There was always this weird tension between them. Neither of them dared to explore it.

" Are you ready?" Wanda broke the silence.

Y/n nodded her head," Ya, let's go."

The party was packed. There were people from wall to wall. Drinking and dancing, just as it was supposed to be at a party.

" I see Nat, I'm going to say hi. Please stay out of trouble while I'm gone," Wanda has to shout over the music.

" So you admit that I'm trouble?" Y/n yelled back at her.

She simply flipped the girl off before heading over to Natasha. As soon as Y/n saw Wanda make it to Natasha, she headed straight for the kitchen.

She mixed herself a drink before heading out to the backyard. The party was just as lively as it was inside the house.

" Well, if it isn't trouble herself."

" Hello to you too, Tony."

He stepped in Y/n's personal space," Don't start anything tonight, ok? I won't hesitate to have you thrown out."

Y/n kept her jaw tight. She was seconds away from a snarky remark, but then an arm lopped itself around hers.

" Is there a problem here, Tony?" Wanda sassed the man.

He chuckled, "As long as you keep your dog on her leash, it should be fine."

Y/n was ready to punch the smug bastard in his face, but Wanda's grip on her tightened.

" Careful, Tony, I wouldn't want to have to call the cops. There are a lot of freshmen at this party. Distribution of alcohol to this many underaged drinkers has to be a heafty fine," Wanda smiled as she spoke to him.

He glared at the redhead and Y/n, "Whatever." Then he stormed off. Y/n took a big gulp of her drink.

" I hate him."

Wanda untangled her arm from yours," Hate him all you want, but please don't punch him in the face."

" I will try my hardest not to."

Wanda laughs at her response," I know you don't like them, but I'd really like it if you come hangout with me and my friends."

Y/n gave Wanda a pointed look," I have no problem with your friends. They are the ones that don't like me."

Wanda tried to argue the fact," Natasha likes you."

Y/n snorts," Well, I guess that counts for something."

" Please Y/n," Wands, giving Y/n the most endearing look she could muster.

" Fine, but I'm not staying where I'm not wanted for too long."

Wanda took Y/n's hand," I'll always want you around," then she led Y/n to her friends.

" Looks like Wanda brought trouble," Sam spoke as they approached the group.

Y/n was already ready to turn around, but Wanda pushed her forward," Another warm welcome from Sam Wilson, everyone."

" Hey Y/nn," Natasha diverted the attention.

" Hi Tasha, always good to see you," Y/n added.

Before the conversation with Natasha went anywhere, Clint butted in," I've seen you in class every day this week, that's new for you."

Bucky chimed in right after," Well, she has to go or parole officer Wanda will cuff her."

Bruce only piled on," Knowing Y/n I think she'd like that."

Instead of going off like she wanted to, Y/n just walked away. Wanda tried to stop her, but this time she shrugged Wanda off of her.

Y/n once again found her way to the kitchen. This time opting to grab a beer. She used the counter to open the bottle before downing it.

" That was kind of hot."

Y/n groaned, knowing the voice in an instant," Fuck off Quill."

" I know you're a sloppy drunk, but maybe watch your mouth around me," he threatened.

Y/n sets the beer down with an authority, the noise gathering everyone's attention," Quill, I said fuck off. I'm already pissed off, you're lucky to be standing right now. Now please leave me alone."

" When we were together, you had way more bite than bark. It's almost funny when I think about how soft you are now."

That was the breaking point of the night. Y/n lunged at Peter, taking him to the ground. She straddled his waist and threw punch after punch. Not only angry at him, but at Wanda and her friends too.

Y/n got yanked off of the man by someone. She shrugged the person off of her and stormed out of the house. She knew she would get kicked out anyway, so it didn't matter.

" Y/n wait!"

Wanda races towards her. When she gets close enough, she can see a small bruise forming on Y/n's face.

" Wanda, go back to the party. Have a good time with your friends. I'll be fine," Y/n tried to reassure her.

" But-"

Y/n grabbed her hands," I want you to have a good time. You don't do it enough. Always stuck in the room studying for something. Just enjoy the party, for me."

For a while, Wanda didn't move. Y/n leans forward a pressed a quick kiss to the top of her head," I'll be fine princess, just go back and call me if you need me."

This time when Y/n walked away, she made it all the way back to their dorm. She plopped down on Wanda's bed and closed her eyes.

Everyone's words playing in her head. Wanda had definitely changed her, but it's been for the better.

They were right. She was attending class more than ever, and she did her best to avoid confrontation. Y/n had a reputation that would always follow her around. She was trying her best not to be that person anymore.

Y/n wanted to be someone that Wanda could be proud of because Wanda believed in her. For the first time in a long time, someone had faith in her.

She drifted to sleep with heavy thoughts on her mind. It wasn't a deep sleep, and maybe that was for the best. Only about 15 minutes after she had closed her eyes, her phone rang.

" Hello?"

" Y/n, Peter is harassing Wanda. He's been on her heels since you left. Things are getting intense, you need to come back right now," Natasha spewed information over the phone.

Y/n was up and out of the door before Natasha had finished her sentence. When you got to the door, Tony was waiting for.

" You're not getting in here again, Y/ln."

Y/n grabbed a fistful of Tony's shirt," I'd like to see you stop me."

" Fine, ok, ok, just let me go," Y/n dropped his shirt and stormed into the house.

The way you stormed into the house made everyone create a path around you.

" How did you tame Y/n so well? I mean I tried my hardest, but she was just trouble," Y/n could see the anger pass through Wanda's face.

Before she could step in herself, Wanda had slapped Peter. Peter had cocked his hand back as if to strike Wanda, and that's when Y/n shoved him in the chest.

" I beat your ass once tonight, do I have to do it a second time?"

" You're going to do it all by yourself or are you going to have your handler jump in?"

Y/n had tried so hard tonight to keep her anger at bay. It slipped once, so she left, but this time no one would be able to pull her off of Peter.

For the second time tonight, she tackled the man to the ground. Instead of laying a punch, she began to viciously elbow the man in the face. Time and time again. People around her were screaming. There were hands grabbing her to try to get her to stop, but it was no use.

A pair of arms locked around her front and a head rested on the back of her shoulder.

" Please, Y/n. Let's just go," the loud pounding in her ears remained, but she slowly got off of the man.

Before leaving, she just stood over him," If you ever attempt to put your hands on her again, I'll kill you. If you talk about her, I'll kill you. If you so much as think about her, I will fucking kill you, Peter."

She let Wanda guide her out of the party. Her jaw stayed lock and the image of Peter trying to hit Wanda replayed over and over in her head.

" You don't need to defend me, like that. He was just talking shit like he always does," Y/n's tone was slightly harsh when she spoke.

" I know I didn't need to. Just like you didn't need to beat the shit out of him."

Y/n shook her head," He was going to put his hands on you, Wanda. I saw it. Natasha called me to come back because she said he was harassing you and if I didn't, he would've hit you."

" Don't think I could take a punch?" Wanda raised a brow.

Y/n didn't break," I know you could, but if anyone ever put their hands on you, they'd have me to deal with."

When they made it back to the dorm, Wanda practically forced Y/n into the bathroom. There was hardly room for both of them to be in there. Y/n sat on the toilet and Wanda stood in front of her.

The redhead carefully inspected Y/n's hands and elbows for injuries before wiping the blood away from the areas. Y/n could feel that Wanda wanted to ask her something. It was in the way she would quickly glance at her face every few seconds.

" What is it you want to ask me?"

" Promise you won't get mad."

Y/n took in a deep breath and released it through her nostrils," I promise."

Wanda was looked at Y/n with caution as she spoke," Everyone was making comments about us. Saying that I- um changed you. Is that-do you think that's true?"

Y/n chuckled, causing Wanda to frown," You definitely changed me princess. I hate the teasing and some of these assholes go too far, but…," Y/n stopped short of completing her sentence.

" But what?" Wanda pressed the girl.

Y/n's eyes met Wanda's, and they were full of admiration," You make me want to be better."

" Y/n," there's a tenderness tone present when she speaks.

" It's true, Wanda. You believe in me, and you're the first person in a long time. It means a lot to me, and I'd hate to let you down," Y/n doesn't ever look away from Wanda.

" You could never let me down, Y/n. Your grades could be low, or your hands could be covered in blood, as long as you're happy. I'll be in your corner."

Y/n smiled a little," I wasn't happy like that. I was just surviving the way I knew how. I don't think I knew happiness until you told me that I should do my homework or that I shouldn't go around picking fights because it was the first time I felt like someone cared."

Wanda had tears welling up in her eyes," You're such an asshole for making me cry right now."

Y/n's hand reached to delicately wipe Wanda's tears away, "Good thing I'm here to wipe your tears, princess."

A laugh broke through her tears, "You can be insufferable sometimes."

" I think you like that about me," Y/n rebutted.

They were close now. Closer than they had ever been before. The air felt like it was sucked out of the room. They were leaning into each other. Each of them slowly analyzing the other. There was ample time for either of them to pull away.

However, neither did. Y/n's hand rested on Wanda's waist, guiding her to sit on the girl's lap. Wanda's hands interlocked behind Y/n's neck, pulling her closer.

Their lips fit together better than either thought they would. It was if they had always been made to meet.

Y/n moaned when Wanda's hips ground on hers. She bucked up involuntarily, causing the redhead to giggle. She pulled at Y/n's bottom lip playfully before breaking the kiss.

" So then I take it you really like that about me, princess," Y/n smirked at Wanda.

" Shut up and kiss me again."

Y/n hummed," I don't know. You didn't really ask nicely."

Wanda raised an eyebrow, "A kiss would make your princess really happy."

Y/n's grip on Wanda's waist tightened," My princess, huh?"

Wanda blushed before pecking Y/n's lips," Your princess."

" I like the sound of that," Y/n placed a kiss on Wanda's collarbone.

" We'll find some other sounds that you might like tonight," Wanda's eyes darkened as a finger trailed up Y/n's torso.

Y/n stood up with Wanda's legs wrapped around her," Oh ya?"

Wanda bit her own lip," Ya."

Once they landed on Wanda's bed, they were in for a night of learning each other's bodies. One thing was certain, they would definitely be displaying just how much they cared for each other tonight.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x reader #lowkeyerror

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shallyne · 1 year

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Feyzrielweek Day 2: Alternative Universe

Of Vampires and Hunters

Little supernatural fic.

TW: Language, Blood, mentioned violence

For some reason the vampire Azriel can't leave Feyre alone. Feyre needs to find a murderer

Feyre stretched her arms in the air, groaning, then let herself fall back against the chimney. She sat here for hours, watching the bar across the street, and she would sit here another few hours until someone came to take over the watch. Unnecessary, nothing would happen. The killer was too smart to just slip up, getting caught. No, it was stupid to sit on a roof and wait for something to happen if there are more efficient ways to catch the killer, lock them out, but it wasn't Feyres call. She was just one of Amy's minions. Feyre snorted, she would hate the nickname. She does hate the nickname, that's why everyone calls her Amy behind her back. Not that anyone would have the guts to say it to her face, they all valued their lives.

Sighing Feyre continued to watch the bar, it's surroundings. She fished a cracker out of the pocket of her jacket, eyeing it. How old was the cracker? After she turned it around a few times without finding any mold she shrugged and ate the cracker. It was definitely in that pocket for a while but still edible and that was good enough. Feyre never took any snacks with her on her watchouts, thinking she wouldn't get hungry, and regretting it after. At least she didn't have to wait that long until she could go home, two hours. Then she could eat heated up soup. It didn't sound really appetizing but it was better than expected, especially the chicken soup. It was definitely better than a burning kitchen, she knew from experience.

It wasn't a surprise that in the following two hours nothing happened. Except a brawl between two drunks that Feyre couldn't care less about. Jurian took over the watch perfectly on time. She updated him on this nights event, he grunted in response. They both knew that holding watch won't do shit.

Feyre adjusted the sword on her side and said goodbye, finally making her way home. About two streets away from her tiny apartment she felt his presence. Groaning she increased her pace, praying that he would just watch her creepily from a distance and leave her alone. Of course that was not the case, Feyre realized when he strolled out of a dark valley.

"What do you want?" she asked, sighing.

He looked her up and down, raising a brow. "No sarcastic remark?"

Feyre rolled her eyes, repeating her question.

"Why did you watch Rita's?" he asked.

"You know why." Feyre replied, walking past him. Or trying to but he grabbed her arm to stop her.

"You shouldn't work for her." he said.

Feyres eyes wandered to the scarred hands on her upper arm. Then to his hazel eyes and his short, black hair. In his eyes shimmered an emotion that Feyre couldn't place, his face didn't give anything away.

"So possessive." Feyre drawled "Isn't that a puppy trait?"

"No wonder Tamlin hates you when you call him and his pack puppies." Azriel said.

Feyre snorted. "You can let me go now, I want to go home."

"I mean it, you should not work for Amarantha." he said, growled almost.

"Well, some of us have to make a living." Feyre teared her arm away from his grasp. "Not everyone is offering their ass to a rich 500 year old lord." she hissed. "Quite literally I heard." she added with an innocent smile before she turned and walked away.

"You're risking the hate of the whole city for what? Finding your sisters killer?" he asked. "She won't help you, she's manipulating you, Feyre. She'll throw you tiny pieces of hope just so you do her dirty work!"

"Shut up!" Feyre yelled. "It's none of your business, you know nothing!"

When he opened his mouth, Feyre spotted his fangs. She was so used to them by now that she didn't even pay attention anymore. She wasn't scared. No, not anymore. She was, once.

Before he could say something, Feyre found herself right before him, holding her sword to his throat. Azriel let her, for whatever reason. She knew he was faster, could have easily dodged her.

"You're lucky no one targeted you yet." Azriel said quietly. "People here don't fare well with hunters. Especially not vampire hunters."

Feyre rolled her eyes and lowered her sword, sheathing it again. "Go back to your little vampire group and leave me alone."

She didn't wait for any answer and rushed back to her apartment. Of course she felt Azriels presence the whole way back, watching her. Following her. When she entered her apartment she flipped him off through the window and went straight to taking a bath, not caring that she didn't have any warm water.

Then she straight went to sleep. She lost all her appetite.

The next morning she was scrambling for a clean pair of underwear. Feyre really needed to get laundry done, when she has some spare time. This was ridiculous, she could have sworn she had another pair. Annoyed she closed the drawer and opened another, where it definitely couldn't be-oh, there it is. It did not belong there but at least she was right about having another pair. She was about to close that drawer when a pink band snagged her attention. Feyre took it out. It was a headband of Elain that her sister often wore. It was simple but she looked beautiful wearing it, she always looked beautiful. Feyre pulled a book out, hidden beneath an old jacket of her. It was Nestas book, the last one she read. Her bookmark still showed her progress, she was mere pages away from finishing it. She never did, never has the chance to. Feyre took a last look at the headband and the book, the two things she grabbed to remember her sisters before she fled into the city. Not able to bear the sight of their house anymore. She put the stuff back, hiding it.

Feyre remembered Azriels words, about Amarantha stringing her along. No, he was wrong, they made a deal. A bargain. Amarantha helps her catching her sisters killer and Feyre works for her, doing her dirty work. It wasn't a great situation but she promised herself to catch the killer, even if it would kill her. Now another killer was in the city and she was sure it has something to do with her sisters killer, maybe they are even the same. Amarantha thinks the same, why else would she set Feyre up to catch him? She knew it.

Feyre slipped into her clothes, grabbing her sword and her dagger and went to work. No time to waste.

She entered the big building where she would get her newest task from Amy. Feyre nodded at a few other hunters in greeting as they crossed her way. When she walked past the werewolves she kept snarky puppy comments back. She did not have the patience to argue with their stupid logic and their bloodlust. Some threw her murderous looks when she walked past, she echoed it. They hated each other, it wasn't a secret. Other than the vampires, the pups murdered for fun. Because they could. She wasn't particular sad when Amarantha ordered Feyre to kill Andras when the werewolves went out of order, even if it meant brawls and fights for as long as she worked here. No, she couldn't say she was sorry.

She turned into the corridor that led to the council room where Amy spent most of her time. The door was slightly ajar, voices drifting out. She stopped, contemplating if she should just go in or wait, and eavesdrop. She chose the latter option, not wanting to risk Amaranthas wrath. Feyre felt her wrath once, when she accidentally walked in on a meeting on one of her bad days. Her back still hurt when she remembered, a phantom pain always lingering.

"Yes Lady, she doesn't leave her place while on watchout." a male voice said, Jurian. It was Jurian voice. What was he doing here? He should sleep, he sat on the roof for hours after her. Feyre stepped closer to the door. Maybe he went directly here after his shift, telling Amarantha about the progress.

"Good." Amarantha said, sounding bored. "That will keep her in line, at least. She doesn't suspect?"

"She hates the werewolves, she doesn't converse with them longer than absolutely necessary. There isn't any indication that she suspects Tamlin." Jurian answered. "Or you."

Hating the werewolves? Feyre was the only one who hated them. She knew they weren't liked in this keep but no one hated them like she did. No one dared fighting with them, except her. No one dared talking down to Amaranthas favorites. Except her.

But what would she suspect? That Tamlin was a disgusting asshole? She already knew that. What was Amaranthas role in that? Feyres eyes wandered on the wall opposite from her, looking at the mural. It was a mural of a mountain with three stars on top. A big, three headed dog was climbing the mountain. Bryaxis. A myth made up to keep curious children away from the forest surrounding the mountain, Ramiel. Feyre sighed, remembering the time when her mother told the story to her sisters, while Feyre tried to smear paint on a canvas. Because of that story, Feyre ended up drawing Bryaxis. She proudly showed her mother, who just scoffed and took the canvas away from her. She often thought about that painting, it was the first she was proud of.

Feyre stepped back, turning around and leaving the building. She'd be in trouble when she came back but she didn't care, she had to go out. Out of this damn city. She went straight into that forest. She knew Bryaxis was a myth because she often came here when the city was too much and the most dangerous thing she witnessed was an aggressive racoon that chased her through the forest. It had bitten her in the leg.

Feyre smiled at how ridiculous that memory sounds and went deeper into the forest. The only sound accompanying her was the crushing of leaves under her boots and the singing of birds. She walked and walked for hours, not realizing that the singing of the birds slowly stopped until she spotted the entrance of a cave. Feeling a presence, she stopped and looked behind her. The birds fully stopped singing now and the presence...it was different. Not like what she feels when Azriel is around. This presence, it feels wild. Untamed. She looked back to the cave. Whatever this presence was, it was in there. It was so incredibly stupid, on so many levels, but Feyre took another step in the caves direction. Then stopped. Then took another few steps. She shouldn't, she really shouldn't. Feyre should just turn around and go home. She couldn't. Something tugged her to that cave. So Feyre took all her courage and stepped in front of the cave. She squinted her eyes to find something, anything, in that cave. Nothing, until... A loud crash, the rustling of chains and a followed hiss. That should have scared her off, but it didn't. She took another step into the cave, a pair of deep green eyes watching her.

When Feyres eyes adjusted to the light, or more the lack of it, she gasped. A dog, a huge dog actually. That's not why she was shocked tho. It was starved, tied to a wall with an iron chain. Dried blood was sticking to its matte fur. It tried to stand up, but it's too weak and slumped to the ground again. The part where the chain was on its neck was wounded, from all the pulling. Tears were burning in Feyres eyes as she watched it. She stepped forward but it hissed at her.

"I'm sorry." she whispered. "I want to help you."

It eyed Feyres dagger that was stripped to her thigh and hissed again. She didn't know what was happening to her and it was pure stupidity but she slowly stood up, removing her dagger and her sword and putting it in a corner far away. She stepped in front of it and held her hands up, showing that she meant no harm. "Can I take a look at your wounds?"

It looked at Feyre, as if it understands. Maybe it did, because it slumped back. Feyre stepped nearer, making sure not to touch the creature. It seemed like the earlier wounds, from whoever did this, already healed. Luckily it didn't get an infection. It doesn't look like it had life threatening wounds, but it definitely put up a fight. Feyre couldn't blame it. Of course it would put up a fight. It also didn't look like any bones were broken, that was good. But she definitely had to treat the wound at its neck.

Feyre looked to the entrance, then at the dog. "I have to go out, getting medicine. I promise I'll come back."

The creature looked at her and Feyre could have sworn that she saw doubt shining in its eyes. She took her sword and her dagger, taking another look at the creature behind her. Who would do something like that? She wanted to find the culprit and make them feel exactly what that creature before her felt, maybe worse, definitely with another outcome.

She began running back to the city, back to her apartment. It took some time but she did not care. She took a bag and threw in all the medicine and bandages she had in her home for emergencies. Then she threw a look in the fridge and cursed, she couldn't serve a wild animal soup. Feyre sighed but she got an idea. She got her book about the history of Prythian and took the money out she hid in there. She wanted to save it for new arrows but that had to wait. Then she went to the butcher near an old tavern she often visited and got some raw meat. She smiled as she went left the butcher, it was perfect.

Then, she ran back to the forest. The sun already began setting but she didn't care. When she entered the cave again, the creature lifted its head. Surprised that she came back.

She took a piece of the meat and cut off some smaller pieces, putting them in her pocket as she slowly neared the creature again. It didn't even hiss again. "Good." Feyre side as softly as she could and gave it a small piece of meat. Then she took out a salve and kneeled in front of it, carefully lifting the iron chain on its neck to apply it. To Feyres surprise it did not once hiss, it let Feyre do her job. Feyre also took care of a minor wound on its leg and back. Through the process she fed it the little pieces that she had in her pocket, and it munched on it. She did leave her weapons in a corner again.

When she was gone she looked for a way to get rid of the chains. There was a lock and obviously no key. She fished a hairpin out of her hair and tried to open it like that. She was glad that Jurian showed her how this worked when she was new, because she opened its lock.

She quickly went to the meat and threw it in another corner. The creature took a minute to stand up, but when it stood the meat was inhaled in seconds, so fast that Feyre couldn't even see it. She went stiff, scared that she might be next. It was stupid, really stupid what she had done but she couldn't make herself feel bad. She did not regret it, even if it was her end. The creature was stalking to the entrance of the cave and looked back at Feyre. Maybe she imagined it but...it looked grateful. And before it ran into the night, Feyre peeked the shadows of two more identical heads on its neck.

When it was gone, Feyre stood there for a while. Reeling. Not believing that she just saved Bryaxis. That was a dream. Bryaxis was a myth, right?

When Feyre arrived in her apartment she was still reeling but a wave of exhaustion hit her. Exhaustion, yes. That's the reason. Bryaxis doesn't exist, her mind played a game. Because she was exhausted.

She dumped the bags and the weapons on a kitchen counter.

"Where were you?" Azriels deep voice asked suddenly. She winced. How did she not notice him sitting on her tiny kitchen table? It made sense, she guessed, if someone can use the darkness to his advantage then it was Azriel. It seemed like he controlled the shadows sometimes.

"Breaking into my apartment? You sunk that far?" she asked. "I was at work."

"No you weren't." he replied. Feyre sighed and sat down across from him. "Are you stalking me?"

He didn't reply, he just stared at her.

"Listen, I WAS at work." Feyre said. "I heard Amarantha and Jurian talk about something. About me. I just needed to think about it so I went into the woods. They said something about me not suspecting anything and keeping me in line, which doesn't make sense, I-" Feyre drifted off. No, it didn't make sense. Couldn't. She never-No. That was too far-fetched. It absolutely did not make any sense at all.

She pressed the palms of her hands on her eyes. "No. No, no, no, no, no." she whispered. "No."

"Feyre." Azriel said, taking her hand. "What is going on? Suspecting what?"

Feyre lowered her other hand. She looked out of her window before she dared speaking the words out loud.

"Amarantha ordered Tamlin to kill my sisters." Feyre said, looking at Azriel. He gripped her hand harder, but it didn't hurt. "There were scratches. I-How could I overlook that? How could I ignore that? How could I not put the pieces together? It's obvious! I am gonna kill them! I'm gonna kill everyone in that keep."

"No, you won't." Azriel said. He leaned forward. "Don't rush into anything. I will work on a way for you to get revenge, but in the meantime you will act like you know nothing. Don't give them any reason to think that you know, it will just get you in trouble."

"Why would you work on a way for me to get revenge?" Feyre said, brushing a tear away that escaped. "You don't owe me anything."

"its overdue." He just said, standing up. "Promise me to not do anything stupid."

Feyre shrugged.

"Feyre." he warned. "You're gonna get killed."

"Okay." she scoffed. "I promise."

He nodded, walking to her door.

"Hey, Azriel." she called. He turned around, waiting for her to continue. "I didn't know you could talk this much, that's crazy."

He rolled his eyes and without another word he vanished into darkness. When Feyre catched herself smiling she mentally slapped herself. No smiling at sexy vampires. Vampires. Just vampires.

As much as she hated it, the following weeks she did what Azriel said. She got scolded for missing work but Amarantha was in a forgiving mood and let her go after the 25th threat. She continued her watches on the roof, every night. Nothing happened but she also didn't pay much attention anymore, she knew who the killer was. One night, she heard someone joining her on the roof and even if she felt his presence already, her hand wandered to the dagger in the thigh. Feyre wouldn't be stupid enough to trust anyone in this damned city.

"What?" she asked.

Azriels scarred hand held a paper bag in front of her face. She wanted to tell him to take that thing out of her face when that smell hit her. She looked up at him "Potatoes?"

He smiled at her. Not a grin, or a smirk, or a corner of his mouth tugging up. A real smile. A smile that showed his fangs. She wasn't afraid of them anymore, she knew that, but she realized that they actually looked pretty. How they must feel? How they must feel scratching over the sensitive skin of her neck or how they must feel when he sinks them into her neck? Feyre blinked and shook her head. What a ridiculous thought. She took the bag from Azriel and opened it, groaning when she smelled it.

"That creepy, Azriel. How do you know that roasted potatoes are my favorite?" she asked, reaching into the bag. "Ouch, that's hot."

He sat down beside her. "I heard you talking about it."

Feyre rolled her eyes. "Are all vampires busybodies?"

"No, but all vampires have good hearing." he replied.

Feyre grabbed a piece of potatoes and threw it quickly in her mouth, doing some weird mix between blowing to cool it down and chewing. Azriel watched her, amusement shining in his eyes. "What about you?" Feyre asked after she swallowed.

"Funny." he answered.

Feyre pulled the arm of her jacket up and held it in front of him. He put his hand on her forearm and pushed it down. "You should never offer your blood to a vampire like that, they won't understand it's a joke."

"One could mean that immortality makes one funny." Feyre said, lifting her arm again. "Good that I wasn't joking."

He looked at her arm, not moving. Not saying anything. Feyre put the bag down on he rlap, the oil seeping through the bag on her pants. "I will not eat alone."

"Don't-"

"Oh, come on." Feyre said. "I am not asking you to empty my veins. Just a little snack."

"Are you sure?" he asked. Feyre nodded, holding her arm higher.

He put a hand on her wrist and one under her elbow to hold it. Feyre fished another piece of roasted potatoe out of the back and munched on it. When Azriel looked again at her for confirmation Feyre nodded. He opened his mouth and sank his teeth into her arm. Feyre watched everything, not able to avert her eyes. It was the sexiest thing she ever witnessed, ever did. She couldn't even lie herself out of this. It was sexy. The pain didn't change her mind. She even welcomed it. Azriels eyes wandered to her when she let out a satisfied sigh. Way too soon he let go of her. Feyre stopped him. He expected her to say something, but she didn't. Feyre leaned forward and kissed him. If he was shocked, he didn't show it. He didn't lose any time and kissed her back. Feyre let out a sigh and opened her mouth for him. One of his hands slid behind her neck and the other behind her back, to pull her closer to him. She put the bag somewhere beside her, she didn't know. Her focus was on Azriel.

She put her hand on his shoulder, sliding it down to his chest where she opened the first button of his black tunic. Feyre could taste her own blood on his tongue. He stopped her hand when she was about to open the second button, breaking the kiss. They looked at each other for a moment, out of breath.

"When I take you," he said quietly, his voice so rough that it made Feyre shiver. "Then somewhere where no one can hear us, especially not a bunch of vampires in a bar."

"Then let's go." she said.

He chuckled, putting a lose hair behind Feyres ear. "That wasn't why I came to you."

Feyre raised an eyebrow. "Why are you here then?"

"What do you plan to do with Amarantha and Tamlin?" he asked.

"Oh, I just wanted to barge in there and rip their heads off." Feyre said, playing with the iron necklace. She knew it didn't work, but she still wore it everyday. Better being too safe than not enough. Though, Azriel just proved that it didn't do shit to keep vampires away from her.

"So you do not have a plan." Azriel said.

"Yes, I do, I just told you." Feyre said. "Maybe I'll get Bryaxis to back me up."

"You believe in Bryaxis?" Azriel asked.

"There are things you wouldn't believe if I told you." Feyre said, grinning at Azriel. He shook his head.

"We will make a plan tomorrow. I convinced my family to help, no need for Bryaxis." he said, mischief twinkling in his eyes. "And after that we can finish this business."

"You promise?" she asked.

"I promise." he said standing up. "And you promise to not get in trouble."

"I promise I'll finish the potatoes." she said. He just stared at her and Feyre rolled her eyes. "I promise I won't get in trouble."

Feyre lied. No, she broke the promise. She did not try to break it, she just reacted before thinking. Which got her into this situation, getting dragged through the corridors by Amaranthas lackeys. She was just living the last minutes of her pathetic human life. Did she feel sorry for throwing that knife at Tamlin? No, absolutely not. Did she feel sorry for not telling Azriel to just fuck her on the roof, not caring about anyone hearing her? Yes. If she was going to die, she should at least go satisfied. Fully satisfied. Maybe she should have told Azriel to just drink until there wasn't a drop of blood in her. It's better than dying under Amaranthas hand.

"Feyre." Amaranthas voice drawled, not hiding the disgust in her voice. "Trying to kill my wolves?"

Feyre was contemplating if she should correct her and tell her that she actually did kill Tamlin or if she should just let it slide, hoping she would escape or get a quick death before she realized it but also risking torture for not telling her if she finds out before. Suppressing a smile at the thought of Tamlin choking on his own blood she decided for option 2 and kept silent. She met Amaranthas eyes, she sat on a throne as of she was a queen. In her dreams. Amarantha sighed.

"It seems like you found out about Tamlins little secret." she said, propping her hand on her fist. Before Feyre could say that it was her secret, her fault that her sisters were dead, she added "You can tell your friends to come out."

"What?" Feyre asked at the same time a familiar voice drawled behind her "Let her go."

Feyre turned her head, looking at Azriel. She couldn't turn fully because one of the guards held her arm. She tried to pull out of his grip but he didn't let her go. Azriel was accompanied by two men, one with shoulder length hair and hazel eyes, like Azriels, and the other had raven black hair, his eyes a shimmering violet.

"You dare coming into my house and tell me what do do with my people? I don't think so." Amarantha said. On a wave of her hand a wolf jumped out, targeting Azriel. Feyre was able to grip her dagger, throwing it. She hit him in the rip age and he went down with a whimper. She heard a commotion behind her but when she wanted to turn, the guards pressed her to the floor. She tried to get out of their grip, but it didn't work. Her heartbeat stopped when the scent of blood hit her nose. She went still as death, listening for a sign of Azriel and his brothers. When Feyre heard the clashing of swords and a whimpering wolf she losed a breath. Somehow she manage to get free of the guards death grip, getting a grip of her sword and plunging it into his chest. When she wanted to look back at Azriel, a huge shadow jumped over Feyre and the next she was Amaranthas shrill scream. Feyre looked in the screams direction, finding Bryaxis standing on top of her, a dagger laying just a few feet away from Amaranthas hand.

It dawned then on her that Bryaxis had saved her when Amarantha wanted to attack Feyre. She didn't have much time to think about it when she saw something grey moving in the corner of her, jumping in Azriels direction. Feyre didn't think, couldn't. It was like her body moved on its own as she jumped in front of a damn werewolf, raising her sword and plunging it through its neck. At the same time the wolf raised its paw and slashed its claws through in Feyres stomach.

A blinding pain passed through her whole body and she found herself laying on the floor.

"Feyre." Azriels voice sounded right beside her. Alright, Azriel was alright. She saved him. She groaned when she felt his hands on her side, helping her turn around.

"Fuck." he cursed under his breath when he locked at her stomach.

"Is it bad?" she asked quietly, not able to look down.

"No." Azriel lied. She knew he lied. She saw it in his eyes. "You'll be alright."

She whimpered at another wave of pain. There was some commotion behind Azriel, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from him. "I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry for." he said, laying a hand on her cheek. "Stay awake."

"I'm tired." she said.

"Do not close your eyes, Feyre." he ordered her. "You will be okay, I promise."

Feyre didn't know if she was hallucinating it but a tear rolled down his cheek. Another when she said "You can't promise that."

His brothers walked up behind him. Azriel looked up at them, it looked like they had a silent conversation.

Her pain stopped. It was gone, suddenly. She slumped back in his arms, the world going silent. He whirled his head towards her, saying something. She didn't hear, everything was quiet. He leaned over her, taking her face into his hands. Tears were streaming down his face as he repeated something, then raised his arm. He explained something. Feyre didn't know, she was tired.

The next thing Feyre knew was that she laid in a bed. Not hers. This one was way more comfortable. Does the afterlife have beds? She honestly doubts it. She cracked open an eye, then the other.

It was dark, the only source of light was the moon shining in the room. Feyre tried to sit up but pain shot through her abdomen and she slumped back, groaning. She pushed up her shirt. Bandages. Yes, of course. She got attacked by a werewolf. Or jumped in front of one to save Azriel. She quickly realized that she was not wearing her shirt, the one she was wearing was way too big to be hers.

The door to her right opened. "You're awake." Azriel said, sitting on the side of her bed.

"Where am I?" she asked. Because she was definitely not home.

"We're at Rhysands house." Azriel told her. "In my room."

Feyre tried to sit up, but she slumped back again. Groaning. She hissed "You took me to your vampire lords home? Absolutely not, get me back to my apartment."

"Feyre, stop! Your wound will open again." Azriel said, pushing her down. More gentle than expected. "You're safe here."

"Oh, am I?" she scoffed. "He probably wants me dead. I almost killed you."

"He doesn't want you dead, stop that nonsense." Azriel said. Ordered. "You did not almost kill me."

"Its my faul-"

"It's not." Azriel interrupted.

Feyre huffed. "Still, you dragged me into a house full of vampires, Azriel. While I was bleeding out. I am more surprised that your friends aren't sucking my blood out with straws right now. I am human, they are not." Feyre sighed, looking down at her stomach. "I am surprised that I survived."

Azriel rubbed his eyes. "We need to talk."

Feyre squinted her eyes at him. "About? Are you going to tell me I am dead and this is the afterlife?"

"This is not the afterlife." Azriel replied. "But you didn't survive."

Feyre stared at him and raised her hand to her mouth, feeling for fangs. There wasn't anything.

"They will grow with time." Azriel said.

"You turned me?" Feyre asked. No, he didn't. She didn't feel different. He was joking.

"You-" his voice cracked as he looked down at the floor. "You died in my arms, Feyre. I could hear your heart beating slower. I tried talking to you, asking you but you didn't respond. You couldn't. I couldn't let you go."

Feyre didn't know what surprised her more. Her being a vampire now or Azriels vulnerability, no sign of the usual cold male.

Feyre wiped a tear away with her thumb. "I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to apologize." he said. "Just promise me to not jump in front of any creature to save me."

"You know I won't promise that." Feyre said, smiling at him. "About this vampire thing, I thought vampires have really good senses."

"They do." Azriel replied. "It's the same as the fangs, they'll grow over time. You will probably already notice a change tomorrow morning."

"Is this your way to tell me to shut up and sleep?" Feyre asked.

"Yes." he answered. Feyre giggled, regretting it the second a wave of pain shot through her body again.

"Will you stay?" she asked.

"Do you want me to?" he asked in return.

Feyre nodded and Azriel stood up, walking around the bed and laying down on the other side. He took her hand again as Feyre closed her eyes. She was more exhausted than she realized, because she was back asleep almost instantly.

She woke up the next morning when she heard someone growl. "Stop that!" a male voice said, it wasn't Azriels , followed by a female chuckle. Azriel was gone, his bedside already cold. A knock on the door made Feyre wince.

"Come in." she called.

A short woman with grey hair entered the room, Azriel right behind her. Rhysand too.

She introduced herself as Madja. She's the families preferred healer, Rhysand told her. She looked at her wound, applied a salve and changed the bandages. Azriel was watching Feyre the whole time. After Madja was gone, both men stayed.

"Feyre." Rhysand said.

"Rhysand." Feyre replied.

"Please call me Rhys." he said.

Feyre nodded. "Okay." she didn't want to know, scared about they would tell her but she asked "What happened to Amy?"

"Amy?" Rhys asked, raising a brow.

"Amarantha." she corrected, rolling her eyes.

"She's dead." Azriel replied. Feyre let out a relieved breath. "Who killed her?"

"Bryaxis." Rhysand answered. "Who, by the way, is destroying my garden right now because he refused to leave your side."

Feyre smiled. "Can I see him?"

"Not yet." Azriel answered. "You're still healing."

Feyre wanted to respond but her stomach grumbled. It wasn't long after that Azriel pressed a cup with blood in her hands. Feyre sniffed it, scrunching her nose. "Why not roasted potatoes?"

"Because you won't keep it down." Azriel said. She was glad that Rhys said goodbye when Azriel came back with the cup, she didn't need anyone else watching her. She took a sip and almost spit it out but Azriel told her to hold it and swallow. "You'll get used to it."

"I want potatoes." she said.

"I know, I'm sorry." Azriel said. Feyre shrugged and took another sip. It was disgusting but she was hungry and she was pretty sure that Azriel wouldn't leave her alone if she wouldn't eat. Or drink.

"What now?" Feyre asked him.

"You'll heal and then we will get the stuff out of your apartment and take it here." he said.

"I'll live here?" Feyre asked.

He nodded. "At least as long as you're getting used to being a vampire, learning about your new senses and your new abilities."

"Abilities?" Feyre asked.

"You probably noticed that vampires are stronger. And faster. Some very powerful ones have gifts, like Rhys. He has Daemati powers." He told her.

"Will you be here? When I learn all this stuff?" Feyre dared to ask.

"Every step of the way." the corner of his mouth tugged up. "If you want it or not."

Feyre rolled her eyes. "I guess I can tolerate you. Sometimes."

The following days she continued to drink little cups of blood, they started getting bigger now that she got used to it. Feyre was healing and in the meantime she got introduced to the rest of the family. Mor, Amren and Cassian. Mor spent time with her when Azriel wasn't there, doing some work.

Today was especially exciting because she got the okay to visit Bryaxis. Azriel held her hand to support her as she stepped down the stairs. He first wanted to carry her downstairs but she snapped at him to not even think about it. He led her to big glass doors that led into the garden. She spotted Bryaxis as soon as she stepped outside. Honestly, it was hard not to spot him. He was rolling through all the flowers.

"Bryaxis, no!" Feyre yelled. "Not the flowers!" she descendent the steps from the patio alone, feeling Azriels eyes on her. Bryaxis jumped up, looking at her. His tail started wagging.

"What are you waiting for?" Feyre asked. "Come here, boy!"

It took him seconds to reach Feyre, stopping right in front of her. She felt Azriel going stiff behind her when Bryaxis was racing towards her. Feyre laughed, throwing her arms around Bryaxis. He looked big and healthy. One of his three heads licked over her face.

"Good boy!" she said. "Look how shiny your fur is, you're looking beautiful!"

He threw himself on his back and Feyre rubbed his belly. "I'm sorry that I am just coming to see you." she said, not stopping to rub his huge belly. "Thank you for saving me, buddy." He was watching Feyre, as if he understood every word. Feyre was sure he did, and she was sure that it was gratitude shining in his beautiful, green eyes. Tears were rolling down Feyres cheeks when she repeated "Thank you."

He turned on his belly as Feyre sat down on the floor and Bryaxis laid a head on Feyres lap. "Why didn't you go back into the forest?" she asked, he responded with a whimper. "Do you want to stay with me?"

He lifted his head, heads actually, six pairs of deep green eyes looking at Feyre as his tail began wagging again. Feyre laughed and sniffed. "Okay." she said. "You can stay. But you can't destroy everything."

"You want him to stay?"

Feyre looked at Cassian, who seemed a little pale. "Yes." she replied. "Do you want to abandon a little puppy?"

"Puppy?" he asked, getting paler. Feyre giggled, kissing Bryaxis forehead.

Another few days later Feyre and Azriel visited Feyres apartment. They packed Feyres stuff, or the important stuff at least. Feyre held Elains headband and Nestas book in her hands. She wanted to burn these two things, as a sign of letting go. She took it to remember them and she knew she didn't need it, she'd always remember her sisters but she couldn't let go of it. Not yet. She had time to heal, she was immortal now. She didn't need to rush things. Her eyes wandered to Azriel who stood with his back to Feyre. No, she didn't need to rush anything. But it would happen some day, that's for damn sure.

She skimmed through some pages of Nestas book and then said to Azriel. "Did you know that soulmates can feel each other's presence?"

Azriel answered, his back still to her "Yes, I learned about that some time ago."

Feyre nodded, more to herself. "I could feel Bryaxis' presence that day in the woods." she said. During the days she had to spent in bed Feyre told Azriel some stories of her life, including Bryaxis'.

"Soulmates can come in many different forms." he answered. The coldness of his voice long gone when he's with her. It even sounded like he was smiling when he said that.

"I can also feel yours." Feyre said.

He turned his head for a quick moment. "See?"

She snorted and put the book and the headband in the bag and sighed.

Azriel turned around. "Stop!" Feyre yelled.

He stopped in his tracks. "What?"

"Get your grippers away from my rug." Feyre said.

"What?" he repeated, more confused.

"I got this rug from a very nice man." Feyre explained. "I was new in the city and didn't have any money. He gave me the rug in exchange for showing him my-"

"Okay!" Azriel interrupted.

"My feet, Azzy, " He rolled his eyes at the nickname. "What did you think?"

"It's actually worse than what I thought." he replied.

"Doesn't matter." she said, squatting down to roll the little carpet. "I got the rug and I am taking it with me."

"You don't need a rug."

"I don't care, nostalgia."

"Please don't turn our room messy." Azriel said.

Feyre threw the bag over her shoulder and tucked the rug under her arm and took Azriels hand. "Actually, we need a bit more color."

"Please don't." he said.

"I was thinking pink. Or a bright orange."

"Please tell me it's a joke."

"You have to sleep on the floor, Bryaxis needs his room in the bed."

"The dog is not going to sleep in our bed."

Feyre kissed Azriels cheek. "Bryaxis absolutely will sleep in our bed."

"I hate you." he mumbled.

"You love me." Feyre said.

Azriel kissed the top of her head. "I suppose that's true."

Feyre smiled up at him. "And Bryaxis."

He rolled his eyes. "I'm getting there."

They took their time walking back home, enjoying the sunset and each others company. She couldn't even know then how close she would grow over the years with her new family. How much they would love each other and protect each other. That she still will be happy in a hundred years. How she had opened a painting studio in two hundred years. How Azriel and her would officially say yes to each other in three hundred years. How she would be able to beat Rhysand in chess in four hundred years. Sometimes, at least. That bastard was good. Immortality wasn't what she had expected. It wasn't boring, there was never a dull moment with her family. She was grateful. It was a gift. All of it.

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cosettepontmercys · 3 months

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Hi! I hope you're doing well. I will try working on my goodreads account again soon. I already have one but just forgot about it for some reason. But maybe it will help me to remember which books I started and never finished. I probably won't really write reviews or anything though. I didn't really need it cuz I mostly just browse on there and can look up book reviews without it . Then I thought it might pressure me or remind me I'm not reading enough which can be good or bad. I did the same thing with my Letterboxed account and just abandoned it..probably cuz I watch a lot of movies that are whatever to me most of the time or I just forget to update it lol. Anyway I read a snippet of the Starless Sea and am intrigued, although I probably won't get to read it until March at this point. I think it will be ongoing honestly..I know I said I was trying to focus on two books a month but we will see lol since I am always adding other books to my list. Thanks for the triggers of everything I never told you..I'm glad you enjoyed it!

So..I ended up seeing Mean Girls on Sunday. I also saw Wonka. It was kinda last minute but I'm glad I was able to go. I saw Wonka first and thought it was fine. I liked it generally but it also didn't feel like Wonka exactly? Parts of it still did..but I guess maybe I didn't know what to expect. I would've liked more with his chocolate making or the oompa loompa. But the songs were fine..except for Timmy being auto tuned was noticeable but I mostly accepted that. It seems like people like it or it wouldn't still be in theaters. Like the Color Purple unfortunately wasn't even showing at my theater so I don't even know when I'll watch it. My sister and I agreed that we would have liked it more when or if we were younger and it also felt kinda long.

I generally agree with your friends about Mean Girls..which was also just fine for me. I think her singing is fine but it's the same as most people who can just barely get by with singing. The songs are more pop so it kinda makes sense but you're mostly right. I mean..I think she looks the part of Cady and an average girl so maybe that explains it..idk. wasn't expecting much but I am also not as familiar with the musical as others might be. So sometimes I would think..was that changed or is that just something in the musical. Like I couldn't exactly remember how they explain Janis and Reginas fight in the musical so that was one example. There's also more focus on social media/Tiktok stuff that didn't really appeal to me and some songs just didn't translate on screen as much..I think Stupid With Love is the most obvious example which might have been the case anyway even if it's bad. Another one is What's wrong with me. The best ones on screen to me were World Burn, Someone Gets Hurt and I guess Apex Predator. The new song just sounds like a normal pop song to me and Renee says she wrote it but it didn't add anything different so I don't know why they changed it. I don't remember the original song that much but it's probably better than this. To be fair, they tried to get most of the songs to sound like pop songs..like with Rather Be Me or Sexy. At one point watching, I felt like it was almost nothing like Mean Girls, mainly cuz there wasn't that much meanness in the movie at all..like it felt like any generic high school movie. Maybe that makes sense and I'm too familiar with the film..which is not like high school at all. There's also not enough drama to me..idk if it was the actors or just how it was..like the part when Aaron runs out of gets annoyed with her then Janis does too..but like it wasn't a big deal. They also didn't spend a lot of time on her downfall/the bus thing..I don't remember these parts much in the musical either though. They also made Aaron more of the focus of everything Cady did..it felt like. Like a lyric would be about don't you wanna be with Aaron..instead of getting revenge for Janis or something, but could just be the musical. So I guess it was just a weird mix and mostly fine. It didn't exactly disappoint me but i am also not as familiar with the musical. I thought Renee, Jaquel and Auhlili were mostly great though. I don't feel a need to watch it again but its still a fun movie, but I understand the problems most people have with it too. I honestly don't know which movie I liked better cuz both were just okay to me. It's been a few days so maybe I forgot something else and the review isn't perfect. In other musical/Broadway news, I saw that Gatsby is going to Broadway so hopefully they made some changes. Also Corey Cott I guess and I read that Lola from the summer I turned pretty is going to be Eurydice? What do you think? I should watch the summer I turned pretty soon..maybe he is better in that than Mean Girls.

I'm generally not big on any covers and especially Taylor songs so idk! I don't think it would be a specific album, but all of these artists I would like to see.. i'm just not sure about the song. Now that we have Fall Out Boy and Hayley features..it seems like we don't need it. Same with Phoebe on Nothing New. But I could see Paramore doing a song like Haunted honestly. I'm not sure about Fall Out Boy. Somebody pointed out that you were the sunshine of my lifetime is pretty similar to he was Sunshine from Midnight Rain, lyrically at least. Idk how a cover by them would sound though lol. We also said Patrick's voice would be good on I can see you. Noah Kahan could do something from Folklore or Evermore. Idk why Cowboy Like Me comes to mind but we have already heard Marcus Mumford do a full cover of that. I also saw someone recently say Stick Season is the other side of Tis the Damn Season..also just lyrically, but I could see him do a cover of it. I think it makes more sense than Dorothea honestly. There's a song by the band Movements called AMP with the lyrics everybody wants you that makes me think of Gold Rush so a cover by them has crossed my mind before but idk how the high parts would sound lol. Soccer Mommy has already covered a Taylor song which is great..I could see Our Song or Teardrops instead of I'm only me when I'm with you though. TOP is kinda hard..they have different styles but I once joked I could hear him covering ATW10 cuz of the piano. For their other stuff, something from rep like IDSB or maybe Delicate..or even New Years Day cuz they mostly have piano closers. I can hear the 1975 singing Antihero so maybe that? what about you?

Oh wow..well with twenty one pilots, they have different styles and a lot of people recommend to start with their popular stuff first..which is the Blurryface album. But I think Vessel is good cuz it shows how the band mostly is and combines some of their styles. The first song I heard was Holding on to you and is a good example of this. But their first album is mostly just piano and slower songs which other people find boring, but it still has some of my favorite songs on it. People think Trench is the best and cohesive album but it just depends on the music you like. You could always go by my Taylor comparisons too but idk if it will help lol. I hope you have a nice weekend since I probably won't reply until after then. Thanks for the love/good vibes!!!

hi hi!! feel free to add me on goodreads once you have it all set up 🤍 i don't really write reviews on there but i do on my book blog, and sometimes i'll share them on my instagram! sometimes i do quick little one liners though, it's all fun! i am so bad at keeping up with letterboxd too, don't worry! i haven't actually watched any movies in full this year, so i don't have to feel bad about being bad at letterboxd but i'm going to try to be better about tracking movies too!

i have actually never seen or read wonka! but i vaguely know what it's about! so your thoughts were really fun to read :) and mean girls is interesting haha! i had a friend who went and loved it and said it was fun; i have friends who absolutely hated it. i think if i had seen the movie then listened to the soundtrack i might have different thoughts? my entire tiktok FYP right now is people comparing erika henningsen's stupid with love and angourie rice's, which is just sad :( she doesn't deserve it (even if i really, really, really prefer erika's haha). i've heard that renee, auli'i and jaquel are the highlights too!! i saw that about gatsby (but have also seen a lot of people shade it and say it's not ready, so we'll just see what happens when it opens, i guess!! i don't know much about the heart of rock and roll! it feels like a lot of shows are squeezing in spring openings (for tony awards stuff, probably) and i'm struggling to keep track! but i'm excited. i listened to the how to dance in ohio cast recording the other day since it just came out and my friend loves it and it was fun! i really liked a few songs on it. lola tung and the summer i turned pretty are fun! i just wonder if she'll be able to sustain eurydice 8x/week, and haven't really heard her sing anything musical theatre-y, but i'm keeping an open mind!

i think it'd be really cool to see paramore do haunted — or maybe we are never ever getting back together? but i think it'd also be fun if they did a 180 with some of her songs on like, folklore or evermore. just like completely change it up so it sounds more like them, in the same way taylor made her cover of untouchable sound so different haha! noah kahan on cowboy like me would be so good — and i saw the tis the damn season/stick season post you're talking about, i'd love that too! i think it'd be fun for either sam fender to do something on evermore too. and personally i'd love it if holly covered something, like come in with the rain or something! just for fun, and because rain / etc. reminds me of paint my bedroom black. andddd i think the japanese house has a very specific sound that would be fun to replicate for taylor songs, etc. have you heard maggie rogers' cover of tim mcgraw too? it's stunning. and the 1975 almost covered lover for the bbc live lounge, fun fact! i think about that all the time; i'd love to know how they'd change it up, and of course, i think about what slut tv (ft. the 1975) could've been. obviously, taylor did the city + antihero at the o2, so now i'm trying to think what the 1975 song would be fun for them to do in reverse. i know matty loves hey stephen, so that could be neat?

hope you're having a good weekend! sorry for the late reply / shorter reply this time — slipped on ice and hurt my arm/shoulder, so i haven't been typing too much lately!! 🤍 hope things are good with you + sending love!

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ialwayswasthebest · 11 months

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“I don’t waste time thinking about stuff that’s never gonna happen.”

The Bad Guys Sentence Starters / accepting

"Are you sure you can't stay a little longer, Aunt Laira?"

Guy looked up from where he was wiping down the kitchen island, catching a glimpse of Ally as she bounced gently back and forth from one foot to the other. It wasn't often that his sister came to visit even though she lived just across the city. When Laira did, Ally never wanted her to leave.

"I have an early morning tomorrow, sweetheart," Laira smiled, already shrugging into her coat. "Perhaps you, your mother, and I could have lunch together once you are out for summer vacation."

"Yes!" Ally exclaimed, giving a brief pump of her fist into the air. She then turned and looked down the short hallway behind her. "Uncle Hal, would you come to lunch too over the summer?"

That had Guy frowning. Less from his daughter's question and more from the reminder that his partner was there, having randomly shown up to drop off a stack of case files that Guy'd been neglecting and that the Captain was now breathing down his neck about.

When he'd shown up, Donna'd immediately invited him to stay for dinner.

Guy didn't care. Not really. Except... well...

Hal was a good partner. Guy wouldn't have wanted anyone else watching his six when they were out in the streets.

But, Hal was also notoriously single. He liked to play the field. Over the course of the night, Guy'd caught him giving Laira --his baby sister-- the very same look he gave random girls he chatted up in bars.

There wasn't anyway in hell that Guy was just going to let that slide.

"You know I can always make time for you, kiddo." Hal stepped into view a second later, his jacket already on. He leaned against the doorway that Laira was standing in, dangerously close to her.

Nope. Nope. Nope.

"You're staring."

"Am not," he grumbled, rolling his eyes as Donna stepped up beside him. She placed a stack of dishes down on the counter beside the sink, getting ready to rinse them and load them into the dishwasher, while he finished wiping down the island.

"If you stare any harder, you're gonna burn a hole through one of our walls," Donna laughed, poking him softly in his side.

"Not staring," he sighed, grunting when her finger pressed into his ribs. "I'm just... keeping watch. Somebody has to."

"Why?" Donna laughed again, already rinsing off their dinner dishes. She stole a glance at her daughter, Laira, and Hal as she worked. "Hal's a good guy. He's not going to do anything."

"He's a playboy," Guy muttered, tossing the disinfectant wipe he'd been using into the trash. "He's never been in a serious relationship in his life."

"That's not nice," his wife whispered, her tone sobering. She tore her gaze away from the little group out in the hallway and gave him a disapproving look. "He's a good guy," she repeated. "You said yourself you've never had a better partner."

"Being a good guy and a good work partner doesn't mean he'd be a good anything for my sister."

Guy knew Hal a lot better than most people thought. He wasn't cut out for longterm or for commitment. That had been something that had come from the horse's mouth himself. Hal wasn't looking for longterm. He never was.

In contrast, his sister had always been about stability and longterm. She'd never been one for a casual fling. Laira'd been that way as long as he'd known her.

Hal thinking anything --even hypothetically-- could happen with Laira was a disaster waiting to happen. And, if it came down to it, Guy'd choose his sister over Hal any day of the week.

"You know, you're jumping to a lot of conclusions for something that hasn't even happened," Donna sighed. She finished rinsing the last of the dishes and loaded them into the dishwasher. "The two of them have said all of two dozen words to each other tonight."

That had been at the dinner table. And yeah, it was true. There'd been plenty of group conversation floating around the table, but nothing really direct between Hal and Laira. But, Donna'd been in the kitchen when he'd come back from changing clothes upstairs and seen his partner sitting entirely too close to his sister in the living room.

Nothing had been happening. They'd just been talking and Hal'd been showing Laira something on his phone. But, he'd been too close. Just like he was too close now.

And that was a conversation he and Hal were going to have sooner rather than later.

"Wouldn't matter if they hadn't said anything to each other. You don't think it'd be a disaster?" Guy knew that it would.

He didn't know why he was the only one who seemed like he could see it. He didn't know why he was the only one who seemed concerned over it.

"What is it you always tell me?" Donna asked, beginning the dishwasher cycle. She turned and fully looked at him, a hand braced against her hip. "I don’t waste time thinking about stuff that’s never gonna happen? Well, if it's never going to happen, then don't waste your time thinking about how it could go wrong."

Oh, Guy knew that it wasn't going to happen. He was going to make certain that it didn't.

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Now something said he was fried by Tommy a a little and this is him returning but that's not the case he gets hit in Prometheus and burned very badly to dust actually and they approximate where he would be and probably have a fragment of him. And he collected two of them put one of them up there earlier and left the other there at the hospital on purpose and a lot of Max came by and that's why and this is a grandson of trump who demanded revenge for their extermination he blames our son as well and he dies on top of the mountain and you can see him breathing very hard and he stays there and she's a skeleton after a little bit it's happened to a lot of hikers and he deserves it he's a pig but Mac he deserves it more but how can you go through life with people who deserve it against someone who deserves it more when the second part is the only one that's helping him you're ridiculous people and in a way you deserve it more than he does because you're so stupid and a name and asinine and we're going to prove it that you suck really bad this doesn't take too long to happen and yet Trump is the one who sends a letter to you suppose he wants to explain what you're doing wrong yeah says you're a s******* that's all there is to it

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I sure hope this isn't my final opus and my grand nephew says that Tommy f is way out of line cuz he's probably producing this ugly show and I'm pretty sure he is he's got all this stuff where a grand nephew supposed to be mad I'm supposed to use the machine to stop the xenomorph and get harmed while I'm doing it which is true and the dance of the flash dance movie exposes you too Tommy f and I saw you trying to duck it apparently you're not the one doing it it's amazing what's in there and what's going to come out you fart you little fart you're a failure too it's not entirely your fault because you're stupid and I guess the machine bit me so I'm going to try to bring him down with me and he says he might not when you hear cars every few seconds bother you to do you in while you're sitting next to him he's a huge loser and that's what these people are like and he says the last sentence and I agree you got to get rid of him or you don't survive so I wish you the best in your journey to try and destroy these people I see that you're pretty good A lot of people who are good at didn't make it either and you know about them the Vikings for instance were awesome at it and what he says is there's no way that I'm going to hand humanity off to these halfways who can't think their way out of a paper bag because humanity we'll cease to exist there's something you wouldn't want my grand Uncle either and Mike t is proof and you're right it's better to be handed off that is to be destroyed and it's better not to hand it off to them these people are cream puffs and losers and mean as hell and their way of life is not really much except misery for others and stuff for them your parasites and horrible parasites at that and who knows what happened these people are so damn dumb

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We know what happened back then and we know the salt it is I know why you did it and what you're using it for and you lost control of them the way way out there and they're thinking of their actions I don't think that even know what they're doing at all especially Tommy f to get hit by Trump blames everybody it sounds grandson it's Trump's fault and he hit him and Trump hits the wrong people all the time keeps on attacking our son who the hell knows why he wants to fight with a huge huge army he's an idiot okay he started it with us and he wouldn't let us let It go you're all going to die because of him all of you satanists are dude because of this imbecile next door to our son refuses to leave won't get off has to be right there following him he's an idiot and he's a suicidal what he's doing is so stupid and you can't see it he gave up those companies he just had these guys here sitting there doing nothing this factors are empty could have walked in just made stuff he decided to do nothing because he's an a****** that's why he wants to use AI he thinks he's free the computer Alice and no she escaped and used him just like everybody else he's a moron you're going to put yourself in harm's Way with Mac Daddy it's not even what you're doing it's not what you do you're not putting him there out of hatred you doing because he requested to go there because he conquered Us in world War II and he's seen it and Garth is too cuz he's an idiot. But no it's symbolic for his people to try and keep him going and you're his people too he says it to you he says this I know you're not responsible and it's not your fault so it's not from disease so he looks happiness I remember you you're telling like it is and rather sensitive for being tortured so much as a child it's child torture so he was quiet and he knows about it

We're finishing up our statement here to say this if any of you step out of line today we're going to cut your head off right now we can get rid of trump he's such an a****** I'm going to make this program work and that's caesario and the money and Cuba and we're going to kick you out of here and maybe Mac will get out of it cuz it doesn't look like him when that ship or sound like him people say it.

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ok Reasons BCS Looks Interesting but BrBa doesn't: BrBa: - appears to mostly be about the toxic relationship between these two dudes which is GREAT except i see nothing attractive or interesting about these particular dudes at all. i don't think i could stand to watch a show just about them - everything looks the same, it's all empty space with that "mexico" yellow filter. it looks boring visually. - i'm pretty sure there IS a woman in it but i've never seen anyone talk about her which is not promising - it was once explained to me as "one of those shows where white guys think they should just automatically be able to do something better than the POC who've been doing it a lot longer, and then everyone is all *pikachu face* and *this is groundbreaking* when they obviously crash and burn." BCS: - i dunno what this dude's deal is but he sure is TRYING. at what, i'm not sure, but i respect it and also he's just kind of a funny little guy. - these screenshots have COLORS in them - there definitely IS a woman and she appears to be competent and exasperated, and i appreciate that. - there just seems to be more characters and more going on, possibly to the point of chaos. which isn't always better, but in this case it looks like fun. i honestly have no idea what the point of the show is but that's okay if you're having fun, whereas BrBa seems to be ALL point and NO fun. - nacho and his boyfriend. I guess they are also in BrBa but I don't see anyone talk about them there. I love what they've got going on here though. THEM i would watch a whole show about.

cont: Anyway last night I DID look up the character's eventual destiny and then watch the BCS pilot, and I definitely DID enjoy it, but unfortunately there's an element that's triggering for me and I won't be able to continue. But thanks for the insight!

this ask is so old now i just couldn't figure out how to begin to respond to it in a way that was both truthful and also enriched your perspective of both shows in any way. i mean i had the thoughts i just never wrote them down (sorry) so instead im just gonna post it with almost no comment.. i understand the reason of course but too bad you won't be joining us! i hope you still get some enjoyment out of our incessant posting though lol

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its-not-a-phase-mom-i-d8-demons · 3 years

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pairings: Lucifer x Fem!Reader, Mammon x Fem!Reader, Leviathan x Fem!Reader

warnings: tw abandonment (but it turns out okay, I promise), mentions of the act of birthing,

A/N: you came to the right place! as the second oldest of six children, I have some experience when it comes to pregnancy:) I hope you don't mind, nonny, but I'm gonna split this up into a few parts so I can do the dateables as well!

Lucifer

The moment you had shyly produced the positive pregnancy test from the pocket of your hoodie, it felt like Lucifer had entered into a fever dream filled with nursery designs, baby names, the expenses that pile up before the baby even arrives, researching human pregnancy, keeping you out of harm's way and healthy and happy...

So when you first stagger out of bed and rush to his bathroom, hand clamped over your mouth and one shaky hand on your slightly swollen tummy, Lucifer isn't surprised

He is very concerned, however. You had been so nervous to tell him of your pregnancy, you waited until the last moment before your bump was noticeable to tell him

That meant you had been suffering from all of these pregnancy side effects before he'd permanently moved you to sleep in his room

Lucifer hoists himself out of bed and pads into the bathroom, gathering up your hair, if any, into his fist and pulling your hunched form between his legs for support

You hate this feeling with a passion; throbbing stomach and a lump in your throat with little to no vertigo and tears rolling down your face as you try and catch your breath

You tell him it hurts, you ask him if he can take the pain away as your head rests on his chest, lashes fluttering with wooziness

Lightheadedness was unbearably common; you would suddenly grip his sleeve and he could watch the color drain from your face and your knees get shaky, body beginning to sway

He always catches you though, finding a place for you to sit or lie down and gather yourself

Tummy rubs become more common; the feeling of his hands against your bare tummy, spreading their warmth and nullifying the ache, allowing you to relax

He's extremely attentive as well and can tell whenever you need something

Water? Here's a cup sweetheart, remember, you're hydrating and eating for two people!

Craving something? Chocolate? Fried pickles? Chips of some kind? sweets? He's stockpiled anything you could want and locked it away just for you.

I feel like Lucifer would want your baby to be a little girl. A little princess he can carry on his shoulders and spoil with his love and gifts.

Satan ruined him for having another baby boy, but if that's how the cards fall, he certainly wouldn't mind. Unfortunately, he'd be constantly walking on eggshells, afraid he'll make your little boy into another rebellious child

That's the last thing he wants

Lucifer does his best to keep his kid away from Satan and Belphie and out of the 'Formerly Anti-Lucifer League', but sometimes you're taking a nap or out shopping with Asmodeus, and Satan and his brothers manage to coerce the little one into their shenanigans

One thing is for sure though, even if Lucifer didn't want any kids and the creation of one was unplanned, he would never ever turn you away

He's very responsible and does anything in his power to make the pregnancy as easy and happy as possible

On the day you are to give birth, he's a mess

He has already sweat through 3 shirts by the time the IV has been secured to your hand

Everything he says doesn't come without a stutter

He's squeezing your hand and kissing your hair during labor, trying to distract you from the burn between your legs as much as he can

You probably need extra stitches from baby's horns ngl

Definitely cries before the baby is even put in your arms

Refuses to let his brothers come and see you, "They can wait until we go home."

Lucifer is Smitten™

He smooches the tiredness under your eyes and tells you to get some rest

Surprisingly, he enjoys a lot of the names from the human world you discuss and will most likely pick one of those

But if it's a girl, her name is Lilith. I'm sorry MC, your input is invalid at this time

You don't regret 'final day in the devildom sex' at all when you get to witness the Avatar of Pride reduced to tears when the nurse puts the child in his arms

P-P-Pregnant? MC, ya better be jokin'...

Mammon

You weren't, judging by the pregnancy test(s) clutched in your fist

He's not mad at you, he's not upset, (in fact, he's the happiest he's ever been), he just scared

Broken Condom Victim™

He loved you just a bit too hard last week...

but let's be real here, HIS MC, carrying HIS baby?

That's like the highest level of ownership on his lovely human you could get! Levi, Asmo, Beel, Lucifer, everyone would be SOOOO JEALOUS!!!

AND

He gets to have a little one running around again!

You saw how sweet he was to babified Satan in the obey me anime premier! He LOVES little kids and nothing would make him happier than someone to play with (besides MC of course) that wouldn't make fun of him for messing up and being silly!

AND

You're so pretty!!

I mean, ya were always pretty, but somethin' about ya is different and yer even more beautiful than before somehow!

Mammon said, his entire face the shade of a pomegranate

Pregnancy glow is REAL

Asmo agrees, after stealing you away from an extremely overprotective mammon and hiding in the attic to chat without disturbance (mammon)

But as much as YOU know he would be the BEST father, comments from his brothers continue to drag him down and the evenings he cried into your shoulder became more and more frequent as your pregnancy progresses

Mammon, as we all know, is, in fact, a tiddy man

He likes to touch and squeeze them, and just gently hold them while cuddling or even browsing in a store, he'd just come up behind you and touch your boobs

(also, mammon likes all sizes, so if you have next to no tiddy like me, you'll be at his mercy as well. those with the large honkers, however, watch yourself)

Now that there's a miracle growing in your tummy, other parts of your body are preparing for its arrival, including your chest

Swelling, swelling, soreness, growing and darkening of the nipples, and swelling make it so Mammon can no longer touch your pretty tiddies :(((

(grammarly didn't like that word)

On the day mammon snack size was to be born, mammon is silent but extremely fidgety

It was early in the morning when you'd shaken him awake like, "mammoney, I'm going into labor" and he was out of bed and out the door with your luggage before you finished blinking

After grabbing your DDD's and you, he carries you down to the car (what dysfunctional family doesn't have a car? a nice one (Mercedes, Audi, you get the idea) for lucifer and a Volkswagon bus or something for his siblings to share) and drives quickly, but very carefully drives to the hospital, holding your hand the whole way.

He covers your eyes when they put the IV in, just in case you're squeamish, and rubs your arms as the drugs begin to take effect and there's a little fear in your eyes at the thought of pushing an entire human/demon being out of your coochie

He assures you and never lets go of your hand no matter how long you're in labor

When it's all over with and you are resting in your hospital bed waiting for the doctors to finish the Apgar tests and give you your baby

Mammon is speechless as the nurse places the baby in your arms

That's HIS KID!!

Immediately starts crying

The little horns poking out of the blanket? Those look just like his!!

Judging by the bit of hair on it's head, it looks like the baby will have hair like yours

If it's a baby boy, he thinks it should be named "Mammon II" but you just giggle and remind him of the deal he made with lucifer long ago, that his first born child, no matter the gender, had to have 'Lucifer' somewhere in their name

Human names are dumb, except for yours of course, so he searches for suitable demon names

The last thing he wants is a kid named Lucifer, so that will be the kid's middle name

He really regrets his past decisions now

Leviathan

"Levi?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"I'm pregnant."

*leviathan has been KO'd*

No joke, this man is literally floored and didn't wake up for a while and you were afraid you had just slain the fucking Lord of Shadows

Some Henry you were

You had to call Lucifer in to wake him up because he was still flat on the floor a half and hour later

Mammon is more that happy to tip a bucket of ice water on the face of the son of a bitch that impregnated HIS MC

Levi wakes up and pounces on you, gripping you tightly by the arms

"You're k-kidding r-right?"

Him? A father?

Uhhhhhhh

Unfortunately, Leviathan.exe has stopped working, try again in two thousand years

I hate to say this, but he definitely detaches himself for a while until his brothers, especially Asmodeus, literally beat him into shape

He comes back to you, a little bruised and sobbing, but not from the beating he just received

He's so sorry he neglected you! He's such a horrible demon, undeserving of your welcoming nature

He's gonna be the worst dad, and he's not good enough for you, and his kid will hate him just like everyone else does, he doesn't deserve you, he's so sorry for making you suffer the side effects and feel all alone,

Sir, I-

FALSE

It's your turn to shake some sense into him, reminding him that he would be the. best. dad!!

Not to mention the fact that you were just happy he realized his mistakes and came back to you

He begs you to sleep in his bed tub with him for security, and you have to admit his tail is very comforting

Levi does extensive research on human pregnancy and now at the dinner table, instead of talking about the latest slice of life anime he'd been watching, he's just spouting random pregnancy facts and you're laughing so hard it brings you to tears

When the weird dreams and vivid nightmares happen, Levi is right behind you, rubbing your swollen tummy, and letting you talk about them

A lot of them were about him and about your future child

Most of them were about how they got hurt in some way, either that or YOU got hurt and the baby died

These, more often than not, brought you to tears and stress you out, but Levi is right there, okay? Nothing can hurt you, nor would he let anything happen to you on his watch

Learns how to massage you (safely) to reduce stress

Definitely talks to the baby a lot

Levi begged you to be induced so the birth was safe and not a sudden occasion and you agree

On the day the doctor recommended, you arrived at the hospital and got down to business

Levi didn't really want to be in the room with you, but he knew he had to for your sake and he'd played a few birth simulators from both perspectives and you really needed him

Kinda sits there awkwardly comforting you and encouraging you, holding your hand and caressing your cheeks, a bit flushed from exertion and tears

Listen

If the baby is a boy, his name will be Henry and that's final

If it's a girl, he doesn't really care, as long as you don't name her 'mammonia' or something dumb like that

definitely crashes your hospital bed to snuggle until the baby is ready

cries when the baby wraps its extremely small digits around one of his own

also at the little horns protruding from its head

and the tuft of purple in its head

Also Smitten™

He's so excited to get home and show off his beautiful baby to his brothers and then formulate a plan to raise the kid to live and breathe TSL just like his daddy <3

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spencer-reids-adventures · 2 years

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Can we have autistic Reid with dermatillomania and a weirdly bad relationship with food (but not one that really fits into ARFID or another eating disorder, he’s just personally offended that he has to eat). And one of the more fatherly characters trying to discuss it with him and him shutting down.

cw: dermatillomania, eating issues, shutdown

Spencer can tell that Hotch wants to talk to him, and that's why Spencer has been avoiding him. Hotch can tell that something is wrong, and he's going to confront Spencer about it, and there's nothing Spencer can do except stall.

So that's exactly what he does.

He tries not to let himself be alone with Hotch, only interacting with him when the whole team is around. The only time he's forced to interact directly with him is during a case, and then there's no time for confrontation.

He knows what Hotch wants to talk to him about. It's the skin picking and the weight loss, he's sure of it. It hasn't been this bad since before he joined the BAU, and he'd hoped he was doing a better job of hiding it, but there are only so many ways to conceal the red patches on his hand and almost no way to hide the fact that he never, ever eats with the team.

In the end, Hotch tricks him. He ushers the whole team into his office to discuss something, and then as soon as Spencer arrives, everyone else clears out, closing the door on their way out.

And then it's just the two of them.

"Reid, can I talk to you?" Hotch asks.

"I'd rather you didn't," Spencer replies, tapping his fingers frantically against the side of his leg.

"Let me rephrase that," Hotch says with a small huff. "I need to speak with you, Reid. Please have a seat."

"Am I in trouble?" Spencer's voice comes out much smaller than he means it to, aiming for sarcasm and landing somewhere much more timid and afraid.

"Of course not," Hotch says. "Reid, I haven't been trying to get you alone because I'm mad at you, or because you've done something wrong. I'm worried about you."

"You don't need to be," Spencer says quickly. "I'm fine, really. I can take care of myself."

"I know you pick your skin when you're bored or anxious, Reid."

Spencer feels his cheeks burn red.

"Is it a pain thing?" Hotch asks gently.

"What? No!" Spencer sputters. "It's the opposite. It's a-- a comfort thing. A compulsion. I don't know. I'm not trying to hurt myself, Hotch."

"Not eating is hurting you, though," Hotch counters.

Spencer sighs. "I hate eating," he says. "I just wish I didn't have to. I know I should eat more, I just..." He shrugs. "I just hate it."

"Reid, you're not in trouble," Aaron promises. "But I need you to agree to see either a Bureau therapist or one of your choosing. These behaviors aren't sustainable for you, and they're going to start affecting your performance in the field."

He hates having to give an ultimatum like this, but it's the only thing he can think to do to help Spencer. He feels like he's watching him slip away.

"Hotch--"

"Do you understand why I'm doing this?" Aaron asks, a little harsher than he'd meant to.

Reid nods vaguely, then looks away and fixes his gaze on a spot on the wall.

"Reid?"

Reid doesn't answer.

"Spencer?"

Still no response, and Aaron realizes that Reid is shutting down, that there's nothing more that he can do right now. That the best he can do is try to make Reid comfortable and be there for him when he comes back.

He stands up and guides Reid over to the couch, sitting him down with a pillow behind his back.

Aaron goes back to work.

Nearly an hour later, Spencer finally moves.

"Welcome back," Aaron says softly.

"Sorry," Spencer says, his voice hoarse. "I'm so sorry, sir."

"You don't have to be sorry," Aaron tells him. "Why don't you go home and get some rest? We can talk more another time."

Spencer nods. "Thank you."

"Think about what we talked about, okay?" Aaron adds. "You don't have to like it and you don't have to make any decisions, but just... think about it."

"I will," Spencer promises on his way out the door. "Thank you," he repeats. "Bye, Hotch."

"Goodbye, Reid. Take care."

#autistic spencer reid #aaron hotchner #maya writes more than 5 sentences #maya's spencer whump collection #maya's autistic spencer collection

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msmarvelwrites · 3 years

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Almost Is Never Enough

Summary: Ever since Steve had come out of the ice all those years ago, his only goal had been to get back to Peggy Carter. A home that was waiting and forgetting him all at once. But that doesn't make it any easier to watch him go.

Pairing: Steve x reader

Warnings: Angst, angst, just a little bit of angst, fluff, language.

Word Count: 2.4k

Authors Note: Thank you to the wonderful @remmiesour for this request. It’s been a decade, but I finally got around to it! I’ve never written for Steve and honestly I didn't think I ever would but, famous last words I guess! Enjoy!

Ever since Steve had come out of the ice all those years ago, his only goal had been to get back to her. A home that was waiting and forgetting him all at once. She was there, and if it was the last thing he did, he would be too.

So, when the opportunity presented itself, when he could actually find his long lost love, you already knew he had made the decision before the words fell from his lips.

You knew. But god, that didn't make it any easier.

You hadn’t meant for it to happen, falling in love with the world's most unavailable man. In every sense of the word, it was an accident.

And yet, there you stood, eyes trained on his face as he laughed with his friends. The sound ripping through you like it always did. For the past week you had been trying to memorize the sound. The way it filled the room, pulling smiles from everyone who heard it.

You hadn’t meant to fall in love with Steve Rogers, but that is exactly what you did.

“Ya know,” Bucky’s gravely voice started behind you, pulling your attention away from Steve and towards his friend. “If you're planning on telling him, I’d do it now.”

You furrowed your brow at the brunette, a false confusion clouding your eyes. You shook your head, only pulling a scoff from his stubble framed lips.

“Don’t play that with me. I see the way you look at him.” He smiled softly, watching as your eyes flicked back to the godlike man.

Bucky was only trying to help. But in your case, you were just too late. You had your moment. Several if you were being honest. Steve deserved someone who wasn't afraid to tell him how they felt. Someone strong and brave.

Someone like Peggy Carter.

“I missed my chance.” You hummed, taking a sip from the bottle of stale beer in your hand. You grimised at the bitterness, the liquid courage doing nothing for your spirit. Only serving as a half assed reminder of what a coward you really were.

How many times had those three words almost fallen from your mouth? How many moments passed- longing stares and lingering touches? Surely too many to keep count. But it didn't change the truth.

He didn't love you, and he was leaving.

“I think that he deserves to know what he’s leaving behind.” Bucky whispers against your ear, the words pulling at your heart.

Only you and he knew the truth. Today was not a celebration of wins… It was a send off.

“He deserves to be happy.” You choked out, your eyes meeting Steves from across the room, his softening when he was your hollow form. You faked a smile, though it didn't fool the Captain as he began to make his way over to you.

“And what about you?” You snapped your head to meet Bucky, your eyes serious and tone stern.

“Stop it. Please.”

Bucky raised his hands in surrender, taking a step back as Steve approached you. His voice calling your name melted over you like honey in tea. So sweet, but always ready to burn if not careful.

You met his gaze, his blue eyes sparkling down at you, inviting you in. You could drown in the oceans of his iris, in fact, you had on many occasions. Tonight was no exception.

“Could I steal you away for a moment?” He asked, his voice cutting through your thoughts, coated in kindness.

The moment his eyes met yours, you were a goner. A mess from the second he said your name. It was pathetic, but then again, isn’t that what you were? Doomed from the first day he walked into your life, taking up every thought in your head.

“Of course.” You tried to smile, forcing it on your quivering lips. You hoped Steve didn’t notice, and of course, he didn’t. He never noticed. If he had, perhaps you wouldn’t be in this mess.

Steve pulled you along, hand in hand as he led your outside into the night. Darkness acting as a veil covering your hurt. Part of you wanted to scream. Needed it. Though, it wouldn’t do much now.

“Do you remember when we first met?” His question echoed around you, pulling you to the memory of your first encounter.

Of course you remembered. It replayed in your head like a broken record every night. A thousand ‘what if’s’ swirling around the memory.

The day he asked you to dance at one of Tony’s elaborate fundraisers for charity. He was like something out of a dream, the way he walked across that dance floor to you. The way his voice asked that daunting question. The way you swooned the moment his hands touched yours, pulling you in and spinning you around the room.

It all felt so distant now. As if you had made the entire thing up in your head.

Sometimes you wish you had.

“I remember you being a terrible dancer.” You joked, worrying on your bottom lip as Steve's laugh echoed around you.

“See, that's the problem. I don’t have much practice and I owe a dame a dance.” His words were sincere and yet dripped in venom. They cut you deep, poison darting straight to your heart.

“You want me to help you… Dance?” You tried not to let your face show how truly hollow you felt.

You had to force yourself not to cringe away when he took your hand, pulling you gently against his chest. You could have died right there, drowned in your own self loathing, overcome with jealousy for a woman who, at this very moment, was nothing more than a tombstone. She was gone, nothing but a memory and still- Steve picked her.

With a broken breath, you rested your hand on his shoulder, shivering at his touch. You should pull away, save yourself from the ache. But the way he held you- gently and with a foreign love you would never feel from Steve, your body stayed. You had wondered what it would be like. Wrapped up in his arms, your name on his mouth, his lips on your throat. You had imagined it more times than you cared to admit.

One dance couldn't hurt.

You let him take the lead, swaying you slowly into the night. His hand on your waist, guiding you to a silent melody.

“Ya know, there was a moment that I thought it might be us.” His words whispered against your neck, freezing you in time. You swore your veins turned to ice at the cruelty of his remark. All you could do was gape.

Steve pulled away to look at you, watching your face turn pale and eyes fill with tears.

“How could you- This is a bad idea. I can’t do this, Steve.” You choked out, horrified at how little your voice sounded. You hated how he made you feel, small and broken. If you were, it was only because he made you that way.

“I didn't mean to-”

“Didn't you? I respect myself too much to beg you to stay. But what the fuck, Steve? How can you stand there, one foot out the door and tell me that?” You were shattered, hand over your heart as if it might fall out at any moment. “I’ve followed you around like you were the sun. I’d do anything for you. But I won’t watch you walk away. Not when all that’s waiting for you is a ghost. I love you too much, and it breaks my heart that you can’t even consider that I could… That I might…”

“Y/n, baby, I’m so sorry. I just-” Your name fell from his lips like a plea, but you couldn't stand there and listen to him try to mend what was already so irreversibly broken.

“No- Just stop.” You blurted, turning away and pulling yourself from his grasp. “I’ve been second to her my whole life. I’m numb to it now. But don’t make excuses for your shitty decision. If you want to go, go.” With that, you pushed away from him, heading back to the party and away from the man who, come tomorrow, would be forever out of reach.

The next morning you woke up, eyes burning from the tears shed the night before and chest heavy with guilt.

Part of you knew there was a better way to say the things you did, but another part reveled in your cruelty. Basked in how dumbstruck Steve looked standing on the lawn. Maybe it was mean, but so was he.

It wouldn't matter for long. The afternoon sun was creeping in and soon he would be gone. Nothing but a distorted memory of a man you used to love. But at least he knew. At least when he laid beside his consolation prize he would remember you. Maybe he would hurt. You cringed at the idea.

No matter how much you wanted to hate Steve, your heart simply wouldn't allow it. That was the worst joke of all. You despised the man you loved.

Buck: He’s waiting for you…

You looked down at your phone on the bedside table, wiping away the tear that rolled down your cheek. You knew it was time. This was the moment that you had prepared for. But you made a promise last night- one you were far too petty to fall back on now.

Though even still, as the seconds lulled by, guilt began to eat away at your brain and before you knew it you were half way out the door. Your feet dragged you down the hall, forcing you to confront the horrible truth.

You knew he was gone before Bucky even spoke the words. His eyes filled with a sadness only you could know. Shoulders slumped as he struggled to hold his gaze. He shook his head, affirming your worst fears as Sam’s panicked voice broke through the tension.

“Get him back here!” He shouted, his tone filled with dread. It was torture to watch, unberable to feel.

A loud crackle erupted through the air almost knocking you off your feet. Through the piercing white flash, you saw a figure. If you didn't know any better you would have thought-

There, in all of his glory, was Steve Rogers. Perfect and untouched. Like a statue carved from marble.

All you could do was gape, hand over mouth as he stepped down the tarmac, a smile that could instill world peace plastered on his pink lips. Your whole body vibrated with nerves. Somewhere between anger and hope.

Your name fell from his lips, but you couldn't hear it over the hammering of your heart, your feet already carrying you across the field.

“What the hell are you-”

“It’s you, doll.” He beamed, his words only fueling a rage that was threatening to boil over the closer you got. “It’s always been you. I can't believe I didn't see it until-”

Your fist colliding with his stoney jaw cut him off before he could finish. You pushed against his, palms thrashing at his chest as he tried to fend you off. Of course, he could if he truly wanted to, you knew this.

“Y/n, just listen to me.” He begged, holding your wrists tight as you went to take another hit. You tried to yank yourself away from him, but it was no use. “I was stupid, doll. A complete idiot and I didnt see what was right in front of me. Tell me it’s not too late. Tell me I still have a chance.” Steve's eyes brimmed with tears as your heart thundered in your chest.

You could only blink, your mind racing between a thousand reasons to walk away. To close the chapter on your love with Steve for good. So why did you stay? As if it wasn't torture enough. As if he hadn't beaten your heart black and blue with his carelessness. You wanted to run, but amidst the broken shards of your heart was a naive girl desperate with hope. And so, with a half step, you closed the distance, taking the deadly plunge as your lips collided with his.

Steve drank you in, his mouth moulding to yours the instant you met. His hands wrapping around your waist and pulling you in until you arched back against him. Nothing in the world could have prepared you for how completely and irrevocably intoxicating he was. His presence over you melting you into a puddle before him.

Steve's tongue gently ran across your bottom lip pulling a gutteral shutter to wrack through your body. The taste of him permanently cemented into your mouth. It was the soft moan that escaped the back of his throat that finally did you in, buckling your knees as you held onto the soldier for dear life.

It wasn't until Sam’s voice echoed around you that you finally pulled away from Steve. Your body’s untwining as the rest of the world came back into focus.

“Does anyone want to tell me what the hell is going on? What is she talking about?” Sam shouted, pointing his finger at you exasperatingly.

“I- I… I don't…” Your words fell to the back of your throat, the memory of Steve’s lips ingrained in your skin. You couldn't think, much less form a coherent sentence as he looked down at you, that boyish grin plastered on his mouth. The way his eyes sparkled, tears filled with a longing you had seen many times, but never from him.

“Were you not coming back?!” Sam blurted abruptly causing Steve to snap his head in the falcons direction.

“No.” Steve spoke simply, his gaze returning to you. Eyes filled with an answer you had been wracking your brain for. “I could never leave my best girl.”

You scoffed, your gaze only leaving Steve’s for a moment. His words were kind, his lips intoxicating. But there was a nagging in your heart, pulling you from your dreamstate and back to reality.

“Best girl, huh?” You signed, leaning into him as you chased his touch. “I think I’m going to need you to prove that, Rogers.”

Steve chuckled, the low rumble vibrating through your chest. His smile seemed brighter than you’d ever seen, reassuring you that this was the only place he wanted to be. “For as long as I can, darling.”

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genshingarbage · 3 years

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Don’t Say Goodbye. || One-Shots ||

I am just in a mood to create broken hearts right now it would appear, this is just a few one-shots on a couple of the boys and my take on how they would act with there s/o dying in their arms due to various reasons based on the character i am writing for. - Mod Diluc

Diluc

The sound of yells grew distant as the vision began to blur from your eyes. The only sensation you could still feel was the tight grasp of your hand in the larger one wrapped round it squeezing it. Diluc was holding you as you laid there on the muddy dirt, resting your bloody and broken body on his legs. Cradling you like a new born while shaking back and forth, trembling in traumatic disbelief over what was taking place before him.

His eyes were swelling with tears threatening to break out and spill down his cheeks, he kept kissing your weak hand gently, each kiss being dragged out longer than the one before, shaky shushes passing his lips in a frail attempt to soothe your weakening body. You'd been adventuring alone again for several weeks away from Mondstat and The Dawn Winery.

You didn't think much of it as you often left for long adventuring trips, bringing back goofy and silly souvenirs for your beloved Diluc, you just didn't realise this time around you'd be ambushed by the Fatui on your long trek back to his winery. Having been unbeknownst to you fatally wounded, you managed to break free and escape, bleeding heavily from your right side, shakily sprinting to the only place you knew could be a safe haven, Dilucs winery.

You'd fallen to the ground in a crumpled heap not barely a few seconds after Diluc spotting you running down the dusty and dirty road. He sprinted to you eyes wide yelling as loud as his vocal chords would physically let him. "Y/N! No!" He skidded and slumped down into the dirt himself, tugging you carefully but quickly into his lap muttering 'No' over and over in rapid breaths. And now you were where you were at, the life slowly but surely leaving you while all you could feel was Dilucs gentle kissing lips and warming embrace.

Does he know how much you love him? Did ever know how much he meant to you? Oh no... the souvenir you'd found for him... you dropped it back when you was ambushed... he would've loved it so much... however likewise with him to you, did you know how much you meant to him? How truly happy he was that he'd finally found someone he could trust and give his life to. Had he ever even said he loves you back? All these questions that were going to be left unanswered to the both of you.

Still trembling he watched as your light dimmed in your eyes, leaning his head down he softly placed a kiss against your unresponsive lips, parting ever so slightly to rest his forehead against yours and whimpering in a broken tone. "I love you, Y/N" When he lifted his head back up he felt the air being squeezed out of his lungs to see your eyes were now closed and there was no longer movement in your body.

He looked up at the night sky, the stars twinkling so beautifully over such a devastating and tragic moment. Closing his eyes he silently prayed the gods take good care of you up there till he can finally be there with you. Lifting up slowly with your now lifeless body bridal style in his arms he began to walk back to his winery, his expression stern and showing no pain. But it was all a facade for inside he was crying and screaming to the heavens and hell for having let this happen to you.

"They will pay Y/N, I promise you. I'll see you again soon; someday."

Childe

The rain was pouring heavily, hitting angrily against the cold hard concrete, the drops splashing up and back down as they landed with such impact. You were wet and cold, but your body had been going numb for minutes now as the blood was leaving your body so quickly. You shakily looked round to see the last attacker being cut down to the floor by your one and only love, Ajax.

The unknown man's body hadn't even hit the floor by the time Ajax had thrown his weapons down and rushed to your side. "Oi oi, come on now, look alive. More will be coming soon." He let out a nervous laugh not wanting to believe what he was seeing in front of him right now. You'd only gone out for a little drink and joke about in the beautiful rainy day, you both enjoyed running around in the rain so much after all. He tapped your cheek gently trying to keep you conscious as he could see your focus leaving you as fast as your blood was.

He pressed his hand against the open wound in your chest; a pitiful attempt to try slow the bleeding. You cursed yourself for not being more alert of your surroundings when that man crept up behind you and ambushed you by surprise. He shook his head vigorously side to side. His mask hiding most of the unbearable pain behind it. He should've known better than to think it was safe to come back to Liyue so soon after having caused such chaos.

Why the fuck did they have to go for you both though, you were innocent from all this it was him they wanted so why, why?! Why you?! He made a soft 'Tsk' sound from his mouth as he choked back the tears while looking at you. You had little vision left, little time too, but with what little strength you had remaining you lifted your hand up gently and pulled his mask off. Wanting to see his face one last time before you're gone from this world.

Exposing his damp cheeks and red eyes to you, you were able to form the smallest smile at him. "Don't... d-don't leave me Y/N, please..." his voice was barely a whisper now as he remained stiff by your side. "I won't..." You coughed back gently, you didn't even try to sound believable with that; you both knew it was a lie and you were on your way out with only seconds to spare.

You were his everything, he knew you was too good for him from the very beginning, yet you was determined to always be by his side. He knew he was a bad guy, a villain, but with you by his side he was able to feel like someone's hero. You meant fucking everything to him so why did someone so pure have to be taken so soon. You coughed gently once more before choosing your last words carefully, knowing they were to be your last.

"Childe- Ajax, you're not a bad guy. I have and will always love you..." Your voice faded into a whisper and then... nothing. Your eyes closed and your hand that had been against his cheek was now limp, the only reason it was still in its prior place was because Childe himself had been applying slight pressure to keep it there. You were gone now, at rest and probably somewhere much better and further away from this hell.

He looked at your resting face just wishing you'd open your eyes again and say it was all just a big terrible joke. But that wasn't the case, however his broken and torn expression immediately dissolved when he heard the rapid steps growing louder. "There he is! Apprehend him now!" One of the guards shouted to the several others. He quietly apologised to your resting form, letting your hand leave his face and finally rest with the rest of your body, he was also sorry as he wasn't gonna be able to give you the burial you deserved, he wasn't gonna be able to use that ring he'd bought you to propose with, and unknowing to him, you wasn't gonna be able to tell him the good news that he would've been a dad.

He lifted up slowly, hair now soaked and water droplets falling from all over his body. The blood leaving your body had began to swirl and dance with the water pooling against the concrete as the heavy rain showed no signs of slowing down. His mask back in his hand before it found its way back on his face, turning and stepping over to his slung down blades and kicking them up into the air grabbing them. Parting his knees swiftly and getting into his battle ready stance. The mask made him look like the bad guy every one claimed him to be, but underneath was the most broken and tormented boy that they'll never know.

"I'll always love you too Y/N, I am sorry but you're wrong, I've always been a bad guy, I just... I tried to be a better one for you."

Xiao

The sky was ablaze, organe and yellow flickering all over, ember floating up and down softly. It was so hot; unbearably so as you were laying on the wooden floor of the top balcony at the Wangshu Inn, blood spilling out of you and soaking the wood all around you. The fire was growing dangerously closer, but did it matter now? You would be dead in a couple more minutes away.

Had everyone escaped the Inn at least? Was everyone safe? You hoped they were. But it was then you felt an instant gust of cold wind wail past you like a roaring monster and die down the flames that had been encircling you and drawing ever so closer. Your vision was nearly gone and it was hard to make out anything except the smoke and fire, but those blue oni mask eyes were unmistakable, Xiao was above you right now.

His hand was hovering over your cheek, still scared that even now he may cause you more pain than comfort in your fleeting moments. "Y/N wake up. Don't be defeated so easily, this is truly pathetic, even for your standards." Harsh words as always, you knew he was sad and just lashing out, his words were cracking and his voice was wavering in its tone. Was that a sniffle? It was hard to make out among the crackling fire destroying the walls and wood around you and his mask muttering and muffling his already quiet words.

Why did they go for you? They wanted him to become nothing anymore, to just slip away and leave the entire history of Liyue to them. Leave the nation built under Rex Lapis to the incapable feeble hands of mortals. He couldn't ever allow that, he refused to back down so easily. But this? Surprise attacking the Inn and burning it down while taking the only mortal who held something to him away? How sick and lowly of them.

You went to speak but all you could muster was a cough as blood spat out your mouth across your bottom lip, your time was fading fast. He swallowed down and removed his mask, a shake in his hand as he did so, resting his proper gaze on your form one last time, allowing you to see him in his first ever vulnerable state, tears slowly falling from his face, letting his hand slide across your cheek gently, swiping the blood off your soft delicate lip. Why did it hurt him so bad? Why was this reaching so deep within him?

All those times he'd sighed and disappeared to get away from you, all those eye-rolls to your silly jokes and huffs to your tedious and pointless tasks. Why did he feel an ache in his throat when he thought about how he won't ever get to experience those annoying moments again? What was this? It couldn't be. Had he truly fallen in love with a mortal? Impossible, but what else could explain this gut wrenching feeling he had swirling inside him.

Everything was crumbling apart around him but his focus remained on you as you looked at him with those eyes, those same eyes that often stared at him with hope and admiration, now they stared with soft kindness and fleeting wishes. If this was love then he wasn't ready to have it taken from him so soon, but what could he do except watch as you left this world. He gritted his teeth together and his hand clenched tightly round his blood stained spear. This was truly unforgivable. If only he had killed those monsters sooner, got to you quicker... maybe then he could've saved you.

"I..." he began to stutter gentle words out while stroking his thumb delicately across your cheek, why hadn't he just swallowed his pride and touched you sooner? Why hadn't he just admitted this to himself quicker and embraced you. You had always been there for him despite his many harsh rejections, you were nothing but kind and truthful, loyal and honest to him and now? He resented himself for not having taken the chance to love that he had had in his grip for so long. Your vision was gone now and your ears were following quickly behind. "I... Y/N..."

Just spit it out already, before the time runs out for you- "Y/N I love you..." he looked at your face searching for a response but you were gone now. The gods had given you all the time they could spare and unfortunately it wasn't long enough to Xiao. It wasn't fair. He couldn't even let you know how he truly felt before you were ripped from him. Tears rolled down his face faster now, but the sorrow and pain he felt quickly welded into anger and inner rage boiling at the highest temperature.

He frowned deeply, lifting up from your body, hiding his broken expression behind his oni mask once again, shakily breathing in with a deep sigh, the shake in his hands slowly dissolving as his mind set itself onto a new mission, he turned and walked to the banister of the balcony and swiftly lifted up onto the top, looking over the landscape around him as the only place he'd truly ever known as home was burning to ash around him. He turned round taking one last longing look at your lifeless form and then leapt high into the air soaring through the skies, straight for Liyue.

You never wanted this, he knew that, you'd never want him to cause a war over your death, but you wasn't here to talk reason into him anymore. He was never gonna see your annoyingly beautiful face again, and this was all Liyues fault. They had to pay, and if that meant causing a war between humans and Adepti... then so be it.

"Forgive me Y/N, but without you here now, I see no reason to keep caring for these monsters. I'll hope you'll understand when I see you again one day."

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Infuriating -Johnny Suh Pt2

Hello! The long awaited Infuriating pt2 is here!!

Thank you to everyone for requesting a part 2 and I’m sorry it took me so long😅

Part 1 Here

And I want to give a special thank you to @flowerboykun for proofreading this and making this incredible banner for me I appreciate you so much!

And big thank you to @se-onghwa for proofreading and all the words of support!

This is part 2 to the Infuriating I posted on my old blog @we-are-luxury-and-treasure hope you like it!

TW NSFW - Dom(softish) Johnny, Sub(reader) but those are the only TW I think? Sorry if I missed anything

Word count - 3,195

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To say that Johnny was stalking you would be an overstatement, it was more like haunting.

Ever since you snapped at him a couple of weeks ago you feel like he’s just been. . . watching you. He’s always just somewhere around the corner and you start to feel like prey. His dark amber eyes seem to follow you everywhere and record your every move.

You often recall his threat of “Next time you’ll be punished, so please behave.” At the worst times it never fails to send shivers down your spine.

Today is no different, except instead of shivering alone in the safety of your house away from Johnny, you're thinking of his threat right in front of him like the idiot you are.

Currently trying not to sweat, you're applying makeup to his face for an interview they have, and while the boys behave better, Johnny is still acting up and pushing your buttons just not in the same way. Now he does things like, winking at you, putting his hand on your back to move past even if he didn't need to, leaning too close to whisper something to you, etc, etc but today he’s actually been well mannered.

You lightly hum to yourself as you carefully place eyeshadow onto Johnny's eyelids, his calm breathing is slightly suspicious, he never sits still, but you’ll take what you can get.

The lively sounds of the boys roughhousing behind you fill the room while you stand between Johnny's knees to get every detail right. You shift your weight to one side, you lean over, and grab a clean brush on the table behind his shoulder.

Mark then decided this would be a perfect time to stumble back, knocking you into Johnny which wouldn’t have been so bad had Johnny not immediately gripped the back of your thighs much tighter than was necessary, effectively holding you against him.

A small yip escapes you when you make contact and you quickly try to scan his face to see if there was a mistake in his makeup due to you being pushed, when you find none you look up and notice Johnny staring at you.

His eyes flick from your eyes to your lips a couple of times before he takes in a shaky breath and you realize you're still on top of him.

You feel the burn of embarrassment through your spine to the pit of your stomach and try to move away.

He flexes his fingers for a second demanding you meet his gaze one more time.

And you swear to god the spark his amber eyes ignite is enough to set your every nerve on fire.

The whole ordeal takes less than five seconds, Mark is already pulling you up and off of Johnny and starts spilling apologies through his laughter.

You brush him off as well as yourself with a soft “no harm done” and everyone went about their business, but Johnny suddenly seemed. . . off

So here you are, waiting behind the camera of the well-lit studio trying to figure out what the hell is wrong with Johnny, he keeps avoiding eye contact and shifting around in his seat.

The lights have caused a slight sheen of sweat to appear on your skin, and just as you go to wipe your brow you finally notice what made Johnny so uncomfortable.

The poor man has a boner.

And there's nothing he can do about it.

The situation is almost laughable until you happen to catch his eye and he sees you smirking.

You’ve never seen such a livid fire in someone’s eyes.

I’m absolutely and royally fucked.

The interview ended much too quickly in your opinion, you’re all ushered into the ‘backstage’ area.

As you’re gently wiping the makeup off Yuta’s face a very impatient Johnny hovers close by you.

Everyone packs up and leaves, you remain in the semi-lit room gathering all the little tools and brushes.

Hearing footsteps approach, your heart drops, you know exactly who it is, and how much trouble you’re in.

“Do you happen to remember what was said the last time we spoke?” He’s behind you, “Cause I remember a very clear warning was given to you.” Too afraid to turn around, you remain with feet frozen and gently lift your head to catch his reflection in the mirror. Big mistake.

It never ceases to amaze you just how intimidating the usually sweet but large man is, especially when he’s looking at you like that.

Like he’s a hunter who has fatally cornered his prey, you.

A hot chill shoots through your body as you watch him approach your backside, trying to steady yourself as you grip the makeup table in front of you when he's finally close enough to touch you.

“You think you’re so slick don’t you?” Oh shit, he knows

He smirks as he continues with a taunting cadence in his voice “Think I haven’t noticed the way you’ve been acting? Always standing closer to me than you do the others when you do our make up, always leaning further into me,” He presses himself against you pushing you roughly into the table with his own causing a sharp pain in your hip bones as he leans in closer dropping his tone “Wearing clothes that show just a little more skin, wearing a hint more perfume than normal. . . you really think you’d get away with that shit going unnoticed?”

And that’s just the thing, you wanted him to catch you.

His hands have begun to wander up to your hips and sides, tracing your shoulders, left hand going back to your waist as the other wraps itself into your hair tugging your head to the side, you make eye contact in the mirror and holy shit does he look delicious. He’s in a white shirt and jeans leftover from the interview, bare face and hair tousled.

And he’s looking at you like you're his favorite meal.

You’re all but gasping for breath at this point, he’s literally knocked the wind from your lungs.

And that’s when a scary thought strikes you. . . he’s hardly even touched you yet.

“Now tell me, pretty baby, did I not give you a very clear warning about what would happen if you didn't behave?”

Unable to nod with his hand holding your hair you whimper out a weak yes.

“And what did you do today that caused you this situation?”

He punctuates the last word with a knee coming in between your legs from behind, the action makes all the words you’ve ever learned flee from your brain.

“You should know better than to ignore me. . . but I’ll make it real clear for you just this once” He lets go of your hair and begins to roam with his fingertips, surprisingly gentle

“You left me painfully hard right before the interview.”

Fingers gripping your wrists he brings your hand back to start feeling his toned waist through the soft material of his shirt

“You just had to walk in looking like that today...had to let Mark push you right into me. . . just had to leave me hanging like nothing happened”

His teasing tone is too much, you have to keep stopping yourself from making any noise to not embarrass yourself.

He must notice your attempts at the silence and all it does is piss him off.

“Oh absolutely not baby, let me hear you.”

His hands release yours and one goes to your thigh while the other slips under your shirt caressing your stomach a little more firm than his touch was before, cold rings on his fingers cause a chill to run through you leaving goosebumps behind

He’s being assertive and maybe a little aggressive but you know if you told him to stop he would. He knows you want this as bad as he does, if not even a little more. You had been teasing him after all, you wanted to push all his buttons until he snapped.

“I’m a man of my word baby. It’s time for you to be put in your place and learn who’s boss.”

You begin to push back against his hips with your own, feeling the bulge starting in his pants is driving you wild, you want so bad to run your mouth and get smart with him, but his hands on your bare skin feel so damn good you can’t bring yourself to say anything, not trusting your voice to not come out as a whine.

“What did I say about letting me hear you, baby?”

He grips the thigh he’s holding tightly and finally starts to slip his hand under your bra giving you some relief from your ever-growing frustrations.

He begins to toy with your nipple and knead your breast while his other hand travels closer to where you need him most.

The action causes you to finally let out a soft but deep moan, you reach back and grip his hair while your eyes close, head falling back onto his toned chest

“Oh god. . . that’s it baby, loosen up a bit” He encourages your sounds with a harder grip on your breast and contact with the point between your legs.

He begins to rub you through your pants, the sounds spilling from your lips become more frequent

“Finally behaving and giving me what I want. . . Now be a good girl and tell me what it is you want from me huh?”

It takes all your willpower to reign yourself back in and attempt to speak despite him torturing you through your clothes like this.

You open your eyes and take in the sight of the two of you in the mirror. His hair is still being gripped by you, his eyes are on fire and he looks like it’s taking everything in him to hold back in case you change your mind.

But you finally have Johnny Suh with his hand up your shirt and down your pants offering you the night of your life, no way in hell you’re gonna tell him no.

You look back up into his eyes in the mirror while gripping his hair and wrist tighter

You challenge him with the most sultry tone you can muster “Johnny, I want you to ruin me, and show me who’s really in charge”

You can see in his eyes the exact moment he snaps while you speak, pupils blowing out and grip almost bruising he spins you around to face him.

He grips your jaw the way he did after you yelled at him, except instead of scolding you like he did then, he’s pressing his lips onto yours.

Moaning into his mouth you strain onto your tippy toes to match his ridiculous height, without much luck but neither of you was focusing on that at the moment.

He lifts you by the back of your thighs onto the makeup table, bringing a hand up to your chin again he tugs your jaw open to slip his tongue inside to run against your own.

And you’ll be damned if it isn’t the best thing you’ve ever felt, you vocalize this to him with another rather loud moan.

He leans back and you whine at the loss of contact as his long fingers find the bottom of your shirt.

“God baby you keep making noises like that and I can’t promise to control myself. . .”

He goes back in for another kiss as his hands make their way up your shirt again much to your relief.

“Then don’t. . .” The words are mumbled into Johnny’s mouth but he hears them nonetheless.

He lets out a rather dark chuckle at your attitude.

“Oh baby, you have some manners to learn” With that, he cocks his hand back and lands a loud but rather pain-free smack to the part of your thigh exposed by your high waisted shorts causing the muscles to clench on contact at the warning and a noise you didn’t know you could make left your mouth much to his delight.

He smooths over the afflicted skin with his large palms while whispering sweet sweet praises into your ear. Johnny gently lifts your shirt over your head, he begins trailing hot open-mouthed kisses from your jaw down to your collarbone and goddamn does it make you wet.

You can feel yourself get hotter the farther down his mouth travels and you feel like if he doesn’t quit teasing you with his lips and fingertips you're gonna explode

And this is when the whining starts “Johnny. . . please do something I’m gonna die” you curl your fingers back into his hair when he laughs at how desperate you sound.

“I love the way you sound when you whine my name baby.”

“I mean it, Johnny, I'm gonna die please do something, please” your begging seems to have done the trick cause now Johnny is on his knees in front of you still looking at you like you're his favorite meal.

“Lift your hips”

That definitely wasn’t a request and you are more than willing to comply. He slips your shorts down your legs (you barely register not knowing when he unbuttoned them) along with your now-soaked underwear, your thick scent sticking in the air.

He groans at the smell of your arousal and the sight of your soaked heat “Oh fuck baby look at you. . .” using both hands he spreads your legs farther causing your lips to part “Can’t believe we haven’t done this sooner”

And with that, he dives right into biting at your soft thighs causing the sweetest sound he’d ever heard to fall from your pretty lips and he knows he’s already addicted.

“Are you ready sweet baby?” You nod.

He slaps your thigh again but harder this time leaving a full outline of his long slender hand “Use your words, baby, be a good girl and answer me properly yeah?”

“Yes Johnny, yes I’m ready, please, please I’m ready” Not your most eloquent of sentences but it satisfies him to hear your smart mouth not be so smart anymore.

“Good girl. . .” That causes a shiver to run down your whole body “Aw does my baby like being told how good she is?”

You start to nod but remember that he wants words

“Yes dear god I love it. . .” you're honestly on the verge of tears by now, he’s been so close yet so far this whole time “Good girls get rewards, so behave.” He finally leans forward and delivers a soft lick to your sensitive clit and you don’t think you’ve ever moaned so loud in your whole life, you’ve been driven shameless by him and his mouth.

His hands hold your legs open as he works over you with his mouth, tongue applying just the right amount of friction and pressure to start pushing you to climax.

His name falls from your mouth like a prayer and it does nothing but boost his ego and drive him crazy, he’s so hard and trapped by his pants but he couldn’t care less when he finally has you on his tongue after months of secret pining and he isn’t gonna throw this chance away.

He wants to make sure you keep coming back again, and again, and maybe even agree to be his.. But you’ll have that talk later, right now your fingernails are grazing his scalp making him groan into you, sending vibrations up your core.

Waves of white-hot electricity crash over your body, thighs trembling and tears threatening to spill out of your eyes.

Johnny is by far the most talented man you’ve had between your legs and you're already almost about to cum, it’s so fast you’re almost embarrassed but you know that he’s doing it on purpose, proving a point to you about how you’ll now be ruined for anyone else. No one will be as good as him and you both know it.

You’re begging him to keep going but he takes it one step further by easing a slender finger into your beyond slick heat.

“Ahhh fuck. . .” He looks up at you and the sight mixed with his tongue and fingers almost does you in right there.

“Fuck Johnny, I’m so so close please, more please”

It’s official, he’s reduced you to nothing more than a begging, sobbing, mess.

He smirks into you while adding a third finger with the others,

“Johnnyyy”

“Yes?” He raises an eyebrow

“Can I please, please cum? I can’t hold it anymore please”

You weren’t sure why you were asking, it just seemed like something you should do.

And you were right.

“Since you asked so nicely” He picked up the pace in all the right ways that had you falling apart right there on top of the makeup table.

You tried to stay as quiet as possible but he made that very challenging, his fingers and tongue worked you through your high in the most perfect way possible, firm but not too much to make you overly sensitive, but he knew exactly what to do to make it last as long as possible.

You're a panting sweaty mess when he stands up

“Open” remembering what he said about good girls getting rewards you immediately obey, wanting to make him pleased with you.

He shoves his fingers into your mouth and you make a point to look directly into his eyes while you clean them with your mouth, leaving little to the imagination about what you'd be doing if it wasn't his fingers..

“Fuck baby..” He groans at the sight and feeling of you “Let's get out of here yeah?” He takes a half step back and wipes his hand on his jeans,

He picks up your shirt and hands it to you. You nod and slip the light fabric over your head.

Johnny gently lifts your chin to look at him and you aren't fully prepared for the softness in his eyes “You did so good baby, such a fast learner” Warmth spreads through you at this praise and you can't help but smile.

You gently slip off the table onto shaky legs and go to fix your shorts when Johnny does it for you, you mumble a soft thank you, still unsure of your voice and the state it's in.

Then he surprises you again by pulling you into a hug, it's comforting but firm. He wraps one arm around your shoulders and holds your head to his chest and strokes your hair with the other. You’re quick to hold him back, enjoying the warmth and comfort of the improvised aftercare.

“Wanna head back to my place?” You feel his chest softly rumble as he lets out a sweet laugh knowing the other option is the dorm “I’d love to”

He helps you pack up your things while making pleasant small talk, knowing a more serious conversation and more fun would be had once you get home.

You could both tell this was gonna be the start of something you both would quite enjoy.

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