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METANOIA

ID!Professor!Leon Kennedy x Student!F!Reader

euphoria masterlist

summary: your relationship with your professor remains a secret for everyone. despite the fact that you both know this is wrong, you both can't stay away from each other, making this way too difficult than it should be. things don't end too well when an unexpected person from his past appears suddenly at the same time your ex decides to win you back, jeopardizing your secret.

warnings: age gap, reader is in college and in mid 20s while Leon is in his 30s. NSFW content, delicate to rough sex, p in v, oral receiving (both), praise kink, degradation kink (eventually), use of pet names (bunny), vaginal fingering, masturbation, cum swallowing, dom!leon and sub!reader. leon is insecure af. oc named chloe as the reader's best friend.

word count: 7271k

a/n: part two of the euphoria series. this part is much longer than the first one bc let's be honest, we need some drama to balance things.

tags: @worriedweirdo

METANOIA (psychology) is the process of experiencing a psychotic "breakdown" and subsequent, positive psychological re-building or "healing"

The early morning light filtered through the blinds, casting a warm glow across the sparsely decorated room despite the noise caused by the rain. Leon sat at his desk, gazing out at the campus that spread before him like a promise of new beginnings. He took a deep breath, the crisp air filling his lungs, as if to cleanse the lingering doubts that clung to him.

The recent break-up had been a harsh jolt, a sudden rending of a once inseparable bond. The wounds were still fresh, and Leon sought solace in the unfamiliar halls of Woodsboro University. It was a chance for reinvention, a slate wiped clean.

As he leafed through the pages of his notebook, his pen poised in mid-air, Leon couldn't help but revisit the night that had left him wrestling with his own morality. A chance encounter with you, a whirlwind of emotions, and a single night that blurred lines he had once thought clear.

He had always prided himself on his sense of right and wrong, on being a man of integrity. But now, as he sat in the quiet of his new office inside his new apartment, those lines seemed to blur, to twist and contort into something unfamiliar. He wondered if this was a sign of weakness, a fracture in the armor he had worn for so long.

With a heavy sigh, Leon closed the notebook, setting aside his doubts for the moment. He knew he couldn't change the past, but he could shape the future. He would navigate this new chapter with care, mindful of the choices he made, and the impact they would have.

As the clock ticked on, Leon's resolve strengthened. He had to remind himself to find his way in this new environment, redefining not only his academic pursuits but also the man he aspired to be. The weight of his decisions, both recent and past, served as a reminder that growth often came from moments of discomfort.

But no matter how hard he tried to convince himself it was wrong and his morals were in conflict, the more he wanted to replay that night. Leon thought he could never feel that way again, he even believed he was destined to be alone, but when he saw you dancing in that crowded room, looking so beautiful and desirable, he felt something new floating inside his stomach.

It was pure physical attraction, but lord have mercy, his body reminded him everyday about this carnal pleasure, which he only felt with you and despite the fact he wanted you desperately, he still found himself in constant conflict.

A knock on his door was enough to catch his attention.

And there you were; your hair dropping water from the rain outside. You already knew the way to his place, and despite the fact that your relationship was pure sexual, you couldn't help but feel something for him as well.

"Why did you take so long? I was starting to get worried, " he said as you entered his place, watching outside carefully to make sure no one saw you.

"I'm sorry, but it's raining outside, and I had to stop before coming here," you said to him, removing your jumper. "I bought this. For you"

It was a bottle of wine. He seemed surprised by your kind gesture, but the feeling of guilty was practically eating him alive inside and out. Every time he tried to go back, to turn away from you, he ended up fucking you hard. It felt like this was the only way to release his conscience from guilt, the only way he could wash his insecurities and doubts; you ended up being his drug, his addiction. And he hated himself for using you like that.

"I think we should talk" he says, sighing heavily. He needed to be strong. He needed to do what was right.

"What's wrong?" You asked, the smile on your lips fading away when you notice isn't good news.

"I don't know. I can't keep reminding myself this is wrong, that we shouldn't be doing this... I came here because I wanted to start over, to forget what happened before... but then, when I saw you... and later that night when we had sex..." Leon said, walking around his living room, venting his feelings and his thoughts with you. "I just can't stop thinking I'm an awful person that's just using you to release my conscious from guilt... but this is so messed up... I mean, I could actually be your father and... and I'm your fucking professor... God, this is so wrong"

And his confession, this breakdown he was having... it was the first time you saw someone scared like this. You thought he was having a middle age crises or something like that, and you know he was entirely right. What you both were doing was wrong, against a lot of rules and basically defying the ethics and morals between your positions. But at the same time, he was so weak for you, and you were so weak for him. He was the only person that could put you on your knees, and apparently, you were the one that made his eyes sparkle like fireworks in the night sky.

This was pure chemistry.

Leon sat on the edge of an old, worn-out armchair, his face buried in his hands, his disheveled hair a stark contrast to the exhaustion etched into his features. You sat across him, wondering what you could possibly do. Taking a deep breath, you decided again to follow your guts. He needed you.

You moved closer, the soft rustling of your movements breaking the silence as you knelt down beside him. You placed a gentle hand on his trembling back.

"Leon," you whispered, your voice a soothing balm, "you don't have to carry this burden alone."

Leon's shoulders shook, and he lifted his head, tears glistening in his weary eyes.

"You don't understand. I've put you in danger. Our secret, it's a ticking time bomb." He said, and for a moment, you knew something was wrong with him. Maybe he was having a hard time accepting what happened between you two. "It's just a matter of time before one of us end fucked up"

You moved even closer, your touch becoming more comforting as you cradled his face in your hands.

"I know it's complicated, Leon. But we've made that choice knowing the risks. I'm not a child, and I can make my own choices. You're not alone in this." You said assuring, trying to find the right words to make him understand that you were in this too.

A tremor ran through Leon's body as he looked into your eyes, seeing nothing but understanding and love there. It was a carnal relationship. You were not his girlfriend, and yes, he was old enough to be your father, but you weren't naive. You wanted to be with him, and he knew that.

"I'm just scared, sweetheart. Scared that one day, they'll find out about us, and you'll be hurt because of me. I can lose my job and never teach again... there's so many things that could happen" Leon sighs, trying to recompose himself. He sounded like a baby boy, but he didn't care. He was honest with his feelings.

You leaned in, your foreheads touching, and whispered:

"Leon, I made this choice too. I knew the risks. But I also knew that I wanted you so badly... and at this point, I just can't stay away from you... and it sucks because I never imagined I would fall in love with my old-enough-to-be-my-dad professor. But here I am" you said, facing his blue eyes so deeply. He penetrates your soul, invading your veins like a drug.

His breathing slowed, and he nodded, his lips brushing against yours in a tender kiss. For a moment, the world outside ceased to exist, and it was just the two of you, finding solace in each other's embrace.

"I'm not ready for another relationship" he whispers, sounding broken. And that hit you really hard.

"I'm not either. But I promise I won't hurt you... just let me... take care of you" you whispered, your forehead touching his, as you feel his breath against your face.

Six months passed since his apparent breakdown that day.

And since that day, Leon seemed happier than before. All his worries were washed away when he decided to give himself another chance and enter this journey with you. He was healing, learning a new life with you, and despite the fact that it was a secret, he couldn't help but feel a teenager again.

He was distracted, writing in the board and thinking about his life. Then, when Leon turned to face his class, you were there, in the front row. Your eyes locked on his, and the way he was looking at you, it was enough to make your body go feral, already feeling something wet between your thighs.

"So, today's class will be different. I won't give you guys another lecture, " Leon says, making his students chuckle. "Shall we try a new dynamics? Please, Chloe, give me a hand"

Chloe glanced at you, and her cheeks blushed hard. She knew what was happening between you two, and when she saw you nodding discretely your head, she sighed in relief. She went next to him, waiting for new instructions. Leon asked her to help move some desks from the front row, giving enough space to everyone join them in a circle.

"I know, it's sounds like we're in elementary school, but I promise it'll be fun" Leon says, sitting on the floor. "When the subject is war, I want you guys to have a different experience. Yes, we all know what happened between 1914 and 1945, plus the consequences after this war..."

His method was simple but very effective. Although he was old, Leon had a way with his students, and the way he used to teach and talk about history, well... it was something else. He was funny and very intelligent. It was worthy to listen to him talk about the subjects because he made everything sound amazing and interesting.

"But let's be honest in here. Do we really know the consequences? The way people were affected? In history, we say there were thousands of people homeless, alone, and broken both emotionally and mentally. The war affected our economy, our jobs, our families..." Leon kept saying, his eyes focused on something else while he was gesturing his hands. "And when we see things from another perspective, we can change the world if we want. Thinking about that, today we'll share together stories from our families and how we got affected by previous events"

His class sounded surprised. He always found a way to improve his classes, to let people feel comfortable, and to enjoy their time together. And it was true. You could see Leon was very passionate about his job. That glow in his eyes, the way he treated every subject.

"Who wants to go first?" Leon asks, and everyone raised their hands, with no exceptions. "Okay... let's start with..."

And then, his eyes met yours. Everyone was looking at you, even Chloe. You gasped, but then started to talk.

"My family's experience during World War II," you began, your gaze fixed on the map, "is a story of resilience and sacrifice. My grandmother lived in Poland during the war. She was just a teenager when the war broke out."

You paused, your thoughts drifting back in time as you continued. Then you remembered all the times that your family shared this story as a reminder of how cruel the world could be sometimes.

"Her family faced the unimaginable. They were forced to flee their home as the Nazis occupied Poland. They endured hunger, fear, and the constant threat of discovery. My great-grandfather joined the resistance, risking his life to fight for his country's freedom." You said next, remembering the countless times your grandmother told you that story.

You stood up, walked to the board, and moved your finger across the map, tracing the path of your family's journey.

"They traveled for weeks, sometimes on foot, seeking refuge in neighboring countries. They faced discrimination and hardship along the way, but they never lost hope." You said, showing the path your family did to escape war.

"Eventually, they found safety in the United Kingdom, where they rebuilt their lives. My grandmother went on to become a nurse, dedicated to helping others, inspired by the wartime experiences that had shaped her." Your voice grew more impassioned as you shared your family's story.

The classroom was silent, the gravity of your family history sinking in. Leon, especially, couldn't keep his eyes off you. He was paying attention to every single word you said.

"Their story is a testament to the strength of the human spirit during the darkest of times. It's a reminder that war doesn't just affect soldiers and politicians; it touches the lives of ordinary people in profound ways." You concluded, looking at your colleagues, feeling his eyes on you.

"Thank you for sharing that personal perspective. It's a powerful reminder of the human stories that lie beneath the pages of history books." And then, Leon nodded, his eyes filled with respect for your storytelling.

Moving forward, everyone in the class had their moment to speak. Meanwhile, you've noticed that sometimes, Leon was looking at you and then looking somewhere else. At the end of the class, he called you again. His excuse was something related to your last essay that he needed to tell you, and that was why he waited until everyone left the room.

"Am I in trouble, Mr. Kennedy?" You asked, biting your lower lip as you watch him close the door.

"Oh, you have no idea," he said, walking towards you, his hand reaching the back of your head as he pulled you into a kiss. "God, you're so beautiful today. I had a hard time focusing in the class"

"That's why you suggested the conversation? Very smart" you whispered, feeling his lips on your neck as he kisses you passionately.

"Meet me tonight at my place" he said, his hand sliding through your thighs, making their way to your pussy. "At seven"

"Yes, sir" you moaned softly in his ear, automatically spreading your legs for him.

You felt his fingers touching your pussy. Today, you were using a skirt with no panties, since you liked to tease him between classes and when he saw that, he went crazy. You knew he would make you pay back for teasing him, but you didn't care.

"Come on, you really thought I didn't see you teasing me like that?" Leon whispered, circling your clit very slowly as your body joints with his touch. "Such a naughty girl... you think you can walk around shaking that ass and I won't do anything?"

"No, sir" you moaned, biting your lip and trying to control your breath while he kept touching you, his fingers dancing and playing with you.

He kept circling your clit, sometimes his fingers entering your pussy, savoring your cunt. With his free hand, he grabbed your hair tight, pushing your head back and forcing you to look at him while he's fucking you with his fingers. You knew if you closed your legs, he would punish you, so you didn't dare to defy him.

"Please, sir... let me cum" you begged, already feeling the pleasant feeling growing inside you.

And then, a knock on his door was enough to make him back off. Your legs were shaking, your breathing was labored, and Leon glanced at you, being extremely calm. He swallowed and smiled at you.

"Yes?" He said out loud to the person outside.

The door opened.

There was a beautiful woman, she was the most gorgeous you've ever seen in your life. She had a look in her face that you knew pretty well; arrogance. Her eyes met yours, and you felt something burning within you. The way she was looking at him... it made you uncomfortable.

And when she entered that room, you looked at Leon. He was pale.

When you entered your apartment, Chloe was sitting next to the window and painting her nails. When she noticed the look you had on your face, she immediately stopped what she was doing, knowing you needed to talk.

"Hey, bestie. You look like you've seen a ghost. What's up?"

You dropped your bag beside Chloe and plopped down next to her. You took a deep breath and began.

"You won't believe what happened after class today. Leon and I were talking about my essay when this mysterious woman walked in." You said to her, avoiding some spicy details.

"Mysterious woman? Do you mean like a substitute teacher or something?" Chloe raised an eyebrow.

"No, Chloe, it was nothing like that. She was… I don't even know how to describe her. Short dark hair, wearing this red dress that looked like it was from a different century, and she had this air of, I don't know, mystery and arrogance." You shook your head, describing the woman you saw earlier.

"Okay, so what did she do?" Chloe's curiosity grew as she leaned closer, listening to every single word you said.

"The weird part is that as soon as she walked in, Leon's entire demeanor changed. He went all distant, like he didn't even know me. And then, Chloe, he started talking to her. He sounded a little nervous, and she was practically eating him in there!" You continued, your voice tinged with frustration and confusion.

"That's... bizarre. I mean, Leon has always been attentive to you. Are you sure it wasn't just some random conversation?" Chloe's eyes widened, and she leaned in closer.

"I'm positive, Chloe. I could see it in his eyes. It was like he was under some kind of spell, completely captivated by her. And the way they looked at each other, it was like I didn't even exist." You nodded vigorously, sighing again. The image is playing in your head like a loop.

Chloe frowned sympathetically.

"Wow, sis, that does sound strange. Maybe you should talk to Leon about it, find out what's going on." She suggests, trying to cheer you up, knowing it was the right thing to do.

"I know I should, but I don't even know how to bring it up. It felt so... personal, you know? Like they had this secret connection, and I was just an outsider." You sighed again, your frustration evident.

Chloe looked at you like she was thinking about the right words. She knew about your secret relationship with Leon, and despite the fact she was concerned at the very beginning, she truly supported you. And then, you feel her put her arm around your shoulders.

"You're not an outsider, sweetie. Leon cares about you, and there must be a reasonable explanation for this. Maybe he didn't even realize he was acting that way. Talk to him, okay? Communication is key." She says kindly at you, her smile shining.

"You're right, Chloe. I'll talk to him and try to figure this out. I just hope it's nothing serious." You sighing, nodding your head, agreeing with Chloe.

She smiled again and then returned to finish her nails. You texted Leon to know if you could go see him or talk, and then, you left your phone to do your papers from the week.

As the hours pass by, you get no replies from Leon, which is odd. He never failed to text you. Even when he had a lot of essays to read, he always took some minutes from his time to talk to you.

You had spent the past few hours anxiously pacing your apartment, your mind a whirlwind of worry and confusion. Leon had been avoiding your calls and messages, and your instic were telling you something was wrong. Finally, unable to bear the uncertainty any longer, you decided to confront him. Lucky for you, Chloe wasn't in there to stop you from doing something stupid. You didn't care.

You took some time to go to his place. You were thinking about that woman. The way she looked at you, the way she was standing between the two of you. You felt something inside your chest. And it wasn't good.

You stood before the door to Leon's apartment, your heart pounding in your chest. With trembling fingers, you knocked on the door, the sound echoing in the hallway. After what felt like an eternity, the door creaked open, revealing Leon's tired face.

"Hey," you stammered, your voice quivering. "We need to talk."

Leon hesitated for a moment before reluctantly stepping aside, allowing you to enter his cozy and cute apartment. The atmosphere felt heavy, suffused with an unspoken tension. You could sense that something was terribly wrong.

You both stood there for a moment, neither of you saying a word. Finally, Leon broke the silence, his voice strained.

"We can't keep doing this." He says, avoiding your eyes for a brief moment.

Doing what? You thought, your heart sinking. You knew exactly what he meant, but hearing it out loud was a devastating blow.

"What do you mean?" Tears welled up in your eyes as you whispered, your heart skipping a few beats inside your chest.

Leon ran a hand through his disheveled hair, his eyes avoiding yours.

"Us. This... relationship, whatever it is. It's not fair to either of us. I can't give you what you deserve, and I can't keep pretending that I can." He says, and for a moment, you thought he was also heartbroken.

Your entire world seemed to crumble around you as the words sunk in. You had grown so attached to Leon, and you had allowed yourself to hope for something more. But now, it was all slipping away. Tears spilled down your cheeks, your voice trembling with hurt and anger.

"So, you're just going to push me away without even trying to make it work?" You ask him, your words painfully hitting you hard.

"I wish it were that simple. But it's not. I can't keep hurting you like this." Leon's shoulders slumped, and he looked defeated.

With that, he turned away from you, leaving you standing alone in his apartment. You felt like your heart had been ripped from your chest. You knew that trying to change his mind would be futile. With a heavy heart, you made your way to the door.

As you stepped out into the cold night air, you felt a mix of emotions — heartbreak, anger, and confusion. You couldn't go back to your apartment, not now. Chloe would ask you a thousand different questions, and you weren't in the mood to answer. In a moment of recklessness, you reached for your phone and called your ex-boyfriend, someone familiar who had always been there for you.

"Hey," you said when he answered. "Do you want to meet up? I could use some company."

Matthew's voice was warm and comforting as he agreed, and you knew that, at least for tonight, you needed the familiarity of the past to help mend your wounded heart.

As you stepped into the bar, the low hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses enveloped you. Looking around, you couldn't help but feel a pang of nervousness as you glanced at the familiar figure waiting by the entrance. Matthew, your ex-boyfriend, stood there with a hesitant smile, his eyes carrying a mix of uncertainty and nostalgia.

"Hey," he said, his voice soft.

"Hey," you replied, a nervous smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Then, you two exchanged awkward pleasantries and then settled into a booth at the back of the bar.

The atmosphere was charged with unspoken words as they ordered drinks. After a moment, Matthew cleared his throat, breaking the silence.

"You know, I've been thinking a lot about us lately," he admitted, his gaze fixed on the tabletop.

"Me too, Matt. It's hard not to, you know." You sighed, you heart fluttering.

You two began to talk about your past, reminiscing about the good times and dissecting the reasons for your breakup. As the conversation flowed, old emotions resurfaced, and your connection reignited. With a mixture of longing and desire, Matthew reached across the table and gently caressed your hand. You met his gaze, your eyes filled with a mixture of longing and uncertainty.

And then, you finally remembered your previous conversation with Leon. You were so heartbroken by his words; he made you feel like heaven, and then he dropped you like you were nothing. And the sad part was you couldn't understand why.

You look at Matthew, and then it happens.

Your lips met in a passionate kiss, igniting a spark that died a long time ago. But as your kiss deepened, a wave of nausea washed over you, and you pulled away, gasping.

"I... I need some air," you stammered, sliding out of the booth and rushing towards the exit.

The cool night air hit your face as you stumbled outside, trying to collect your thoughts. Feeling disoriented, you leaned against the brick wall of the bar. That's when you heard a familiar voice.

"What the hell?"

Turning around, you found herself face to face with Leon. His eyes widened in surprise as he took in your disheveled appearance.

"Leon, I..." You started, but before you could explain, Leon interrupted.

"Come with me," he said firmly, slipping his arm around your waist and leading your away from the bar. You both walked in silence, a subtle tension hanging in the air.

As they reached Leon's apartment, you felt a mix of relief and trepidation. Leon's face was tense, his brows furrowed, as he tried to find the right words to express his feelings. The tension between them was palpable, a thick cloud of unresolved emotions hanging in the air.

"You went out with Matthew again?" Leon's voice was laced with disappointment as he folded his arms across his chest.

"What's the big deal, Leon? You're the one who ended things, remember? You said we wouldn't work out." You look at him, angry and frustrated.

Leon sighed, running a hand through his hair. He had to choose his words carefully.

"It's not that simple. There are things you don't know." He says, avoiding your gaze for a moment. There you knew, he was hiding something.

"Leon," you began, your voice quivering with a mix of frustration and hurt, "I can't believe you're making such a big deal out of this."

Leon took a deep breath, trying to remain calm.

"It's not about making a big deal out of it. It's about trust and respect in our relationship." He says firmly, trying to justify what happened.

You clenched your fists, your eyes flashing with anger. For a moment, you wanted to punch him in the face after he said that. He was being a hypocrite.

"Trust? Respect? You're the one who broke up with me, remember? You said we wouldn't work out. So why do you care who I go out with now?" You asked him again, your voice raising a little.

Leon's jaw tightened.

"I broke up with you because of something else, but that doesn't mean I stopped caring about you. And it certainly doesn't mean I want to see you with your ex."

You shook your head, your frustration mounting. Why couldn't he just trust you? You both been hiding this relationship for months, and now you noticed he didn't truly trust you. And that hurts a lot.

"You can't have it both ways, Leon. You can't end things and then act like you have a say in who I see or what I do." You said to him with a deep sigh. And it was true. He wasn't your owner.

Leon's voice grew more desperate.

"I still love you. I thought we could work through our problems, but seeing you with him... it hurts." He said, his breath was heavier.

"What are you hiding from me?" You ask him, wanting nothing more but the truth. You deserved to know. "Who was that woman?"

Leon avoided your gaze again, which made you way more angrier. He sat on his couch, his face buried in his hands. At this very moment, he was having the most difficult choice in his hands. It was a burden.

"She's... my ex fiancé" Leon finally looks at you, and this time, your jaw dropped. "And I think she knows about us"

And again, you felt your heart skipping a few beats. Your palms were sweating cold, and you felt your entire body shaking. This was very serious.

"What do you mean?" You ask, sounding less angry and more concerned, sitting next to him on his couch.

Leon took a deep breath, his fingers trembling as he pulled out his phone. He unlocked the screen and handed it over to you. On the screen were a series of threatening text messages, the sender's name blocked. Your eyes widened as you read the ominous words.

"Leon, who's sending you these messages? What's going on?" You ask horrified to him, still looking at his phone.

Leon swallowed hard, his throat dry.

"I don't know who it is, but they somehow found out about us, about our relationship. Look at the last message." He pointed at the screen, his voice quivering with a mix of fear and anger.

The final message was chilling: "Break up with her, Leon, or everyone at college will know your secret. Your reputation will be ruined."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked up from the phone to meet Leon's gaze.

"Leon, holy shit... we can't let them control us like this. I know it's against the rules, but we love each other." You said, trying to be reasonable. You were shaking. If someone leaked the information, he would be ruined for life.

Leon nodded, his eyes filled with determination.

"I know. I don't want to break up with you. But I'm scared of what they might do if we don't comply." He sighs, trying to find a way out from this mess.

"So... I think we... I don't know" Your voice sounds more like a whisper, and he looks at you.

Then, suddenly, you feel his lips against yours, his hands trailing down your body. Leon gripped your wrist and twisted it behind your back; you can feel his nails dug sharply into your skin, and instantly, you felt a rush of excitement, followed immediately by a wave of desire.

You had secretely wanting for this, had spelled out the fantasy in detail, wondering how he would fulfill your fantasy. And now that it was here, digging into your flesh and forcing your face-down onto the wall, it was too much: not just the helplessness, but how exciting the helplessness felt.

You didn't want to be that person. That cliche, the powerful woman who deep down just wants to be mastered by a more powerful man. Your safeword bubbled up in your throat, but you gritted your teeth and choked it back down. You had begged for this, and by God, you were going to see it through.

Leon led you to his room, already throwing you on his bed, spreading your legs without gentleness. He needed you. He desired you more than anything.

He forced his knee between your thighs and fumbled with his zipper, and all you could do was basically smalls whimpers, in something resembling real panic, as you felt pure wetness inside your pussy, already aching without his touches.

"Jesus Christ, bunny... I've missed seeing you like this" he whispers, his lips already circling your nipples.

His words made your pussy wetter, and the sharp fingers forcing your cunt lips apart made it wetter still, and you moaned in desire and pleasure at your treacherous pussy that was begging for his cock to force itself inside you like it was the last thing you would do in life.

"I'm gonna take you, bunny. I'm gonna make you scream my name" he said, his grip getting tight as you feel your stomach twisting.

And then, you feel him rammed himself inside you with full thrusts, going so deeper that you felt pain at first. He pinned your hands up, holding them so tight that it was almost impossible to get rid of him. His lips sucked your nipples with so intensity that when he released them, it was a soft shade of red.

"My bunny seems lusty" he moans again, still holding you tight.

"F-uck" you moan, closing and squeezing your eyes, your body automatically following his pace, your tits shaking up and down.

You feel Leon moving in and out of you. And your body jerked back and forth with the strength of his movement. The bed was practically banging against the wall with violence, and with every sharp thrust, your skin slapped together lusciously. This sex was loud and violent, just as you'd wanted.

Your moans and cries grew louder. You were at the very edge, about to explode into pleasure. Noticing how close you were, Leon flipped you over seamlessly and continued pumping into you with enough force to make you see stars. You were crying, desperate to be released, desperate to have your orgasm and be his.

You open your eyes, tears falling down your cheeks. His eyes were shining like sapphires, touched by the sun in a glorious morning, and his perfect features were shimmering with sweat. Leon looked beautiful than ever, like he was made by the Gods and blessed with their grace.

“You are mine, bunny. Do you understand me? I don't want to see you with him ever again" he rasped fiercely, leaning forward, as you felt him grabbing your face gently with one hand.

Waves of heat flooded your body. All you wanted was to cum on him, all you wanted was to be his and his only. You didn't care if people find out about you two; you wanted him.

Suddenly, Leon obliged you, wrapping his arms around your back. All you left escape was a gasp when he swung you onto his lap as he moved to the edge of the bed, still forcing you to keep your legs open. In one brutal thrust, he set you down on his length, filling you so suddenly you cried out in shock. His hands roamed, over you back and bottom, on your breasts, rubbing against your nipples.

He was everywhere.

Leon pulled you back up and then slammed you down again. You felt like you were flying, spinning, wondering why he made you feel so good and why you didn't let him do that before. Waves of pleasure rolled over you, making your entire body shiver with anticipation of your climax. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, holding you down when gravity ceased to exist.

And he was kind to let you cum.

You gasped for air, and the orgasm came to your relief. You were vaguely aware of his voice, your body shaking with this sudden release of pleasure as he whispered words of love and care. When you came back to your reality, you glanced at him, a tired smile on your lips, indicating you were more than satisfied.

"I love you" he says finally, kissing you passionately, his sweaty face and tired expression admiring yours.

Things couldn't be better for both of you and Leon. Sure, you both had to pretend for everyone nothing was going on. His ex fiancé was still around, and Matthew kept trying to convince you to hang out, which you declined every time, saying you needed to focus on college and, most recently, your new job.

You were working on a coffee shop not so far from your apartment, and you were excited. At least once in a week, Leon would go in there just to see you, and sometimes he wasn't alone. A few other professors would go in there as well, so he had excuses to see you.

As for the blackmail messages, it stopped for a few days. The last one he received was a picture from both of you kissing, so he decided it was safe to keep things lay low. He had to ignore you during classes, he avoided you inside the college — but at his apartment he would eat you alive without hesitation, making his neighbors know you're his and make them hear you moan very loud and beg to cum.

"So, how you're doing?" Chloe asks, sitting next to you for lunch. "It seems like you're happier than usual"

"Oh, it's just my new job" you said, obviously lying. Leon had specifically told you not to tell anyone, even your best friend.

"I'm happy for you" she smiled, her eyes shining again. "Does Matthew keep texting you?"

"Not really, I said that night was a mistake, and I was drunk. I apologized to him, " you explained, your eyes focused on your laptop as you research for your next assignment. "Anyways, it won't happen again"

Chloe nods, and then her attention returns to her own work. You wanted so badly to tell her about you and Leon, but you knew you couldn't put him in trouble. You sat at your desk in your bedroom, your fingers tapping nervously on the keyboard as you tried to focus on your homework. The soft glow of your laptop illuminated the room, casting a pale, eerie light on your anxious expression. You glanced at the clock on your wall, your heart racing with anticipation. Leon was supposed to call you any minute now.

Just as you reached for your phone, it vibrated with an incoming message. Your heart skipped a beat as you picked it up, hoping to see Leon's name. Instead, the message was from an unknown number.

The message read: "Naughty slut. I know your secret. I know about you and Leon. If you don't do as I say, everyone at college will find out."

Fear clenched at your chest, and you felt your hands trembling. You knew he was receiving messages, and it was a matter of time before you got your first, too. You quickly typed a response, your fingers fumbling on the screen.

"Who is this? What do you want?"

The reply came almost instantly, and it sent a chill down your spine: "You'll find out soon enough. But here's a taste of what's to come."

A photo appeared on the screen, a candid shot of you and Leon sharing an intimate moment inside his apartment. Your heart sank as you realized just how much the blackmailer knew.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you texted back: "Please, don't do this. We'll do whatever you want, just don't ruin our lives."

The reply was merciless: "You have 48 hours to meet my demands. You'll receive instructions soon. Remember, I'm watching."

Your phone went silent, but the threat hung in the air like a dark cloud. You knew your world was about to crumble, and there was no escape from the impending storm. You couldn't tell Leon, the blackmailer would know instantly. It was only you.

The room was dark and silent, the only source of illumination being the glow of your phone on the bedside table. You had been sitting there for what felt like an eternity, anxiety gnawing at you every passing minute. You had followed the instructions meticulously, as the blackmailer had demanded: no police, no friends, no Leon, just you, alone.

The digital clock on your phone ticked away relentlessly, the seconds feeling like a cruel countdown to your impending doom. You had been given 48 hours to comply with the blackmailer's demands, and time was running out.

As you stared at the screen, your heart raced with every passing minute. You knew the stakes were high, but the thought of exposing her secret relationship with Leon was unbearable. You couldn't let anything bad happen to him.

Just when desperation was starting to overtake you, a familiar chime broke the silence of the room. A text message had arrived. Your trembling hands reached for the phone, and you unlocked it with trembling fingers.

The message was chillingly simple: "You have one hour. Go to the college auditorium. Come alone, or your secret will be revealed."

Your heart sank as you read those words. The threat was crystal clear, and you had no choice but to comply. You quickly texted back an acknowledgment, confirming your compliance.

With a heavy heart, you began to prepare. You couldn't let this person destroy your life and Leon's. The next hour was a blur of frantic thoughts and hasty preparations. You dressed in dark clothing, concealing your identity as best as you could.

As the minutes ticked away, you left your apartment, your heart pounding with fear and determination. You had no idea what awaited you at the auditorium, but you were willing to do whatever it took to protect Leon.

As you arrive at the college, you walk towards the auditorium. You pushed open the heavy oak doors of the college auditorium, your heart pounded in your chest. That room, usually a place of inspiration and camaraderie, felt eerie and foreboding today.

The rows of empty seats seemed to stretch endlessly before you, leading you closer to the stage where a single figure stood, bathed in a cold, unforgiving spotlight. Chloe. Your best friend. The person you trusted the most.

"Chloe, what's going on?" Your voice quivered as you approached your friend, your steps echoing in the cavernous auditorium.

"Surprise" Chloe turned, her face twisted with a mix of emotions, her eyes wide and frenzied.

"Why are you doing this?" You demanded, tears brimming in your eyes as you realized it was her all the time.

"Because I love you, sweetheart. I've always loved you, and I couldn't stand seeing you with Leon." Chloe's laughter was unnerving, a shrill, hollow sound that bounced off the walls.

Your heart sank as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. Chloe's jealousy had driven her to blackmail, to manipulate, to hurt those you cared about.

"You... love me?" You stammered.

Chloe's expression twisted with a manic intensity.

"Yes! I would do anything for you, darling. I had to get rid of Matthew and Leon to eliminate the competition and to make you see that you belong with me." She reveals to you, sounding sadistic and crazy.

She opened the curtains from the auditorium, and there he was. His face had a few bruises, and he was gagged, tied by his hands. You gasped in shock, but you didn't dare to move. You felt a chill run down your spine. This wasn't the Chloe you had known. This was a stranger, consumed by obsession.

"Chloe, this isn't love," you said, your voice trembling. "This is madness."

Chloe's laughter grew louder, more unhinged.

"You don't understand, darling. I did it all for us." She looks at you, pointing a knife towards you.

As Chloe's words hung in the air, the auditorium's silence was shattered by the sound of sirens approaching in the distance. Your heart raced, realizing that Chloe's breakdown had reached a critical point.

"I can't let them take you away," Chloe muttered, her voice a desperate whisper.

Before you could react, Chloe lunged forward, but a uniformed police officer burst through the auditorium doors, gun drawn. Chaos ensued, the echoes of sirens and shouting blending with your racing thoughts.

It happened fast.

In one minute, Chloe tried to end his life. In the other, you heard a gunshot, and Chloe was on the floor. You screamed, reaching both Leon and Chloe.

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ah0rmone · 2 months

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Alhaitam x fem!reader

warnings: minors dni! dubcon, drugs (aphrodisiac), fingering, piv, no condom, multiple orgasms (fem)

"Ah!" you rushed to cover your face but it was too late - a pink cloud had already engulfed you, the sweet scent tickling your nostrils, powder substance descending to your lungs. In a futile attempt of saving yourself, you quickly stumbled backwards only for your back to meet warm chest of Alhaitam.

"What did you do?" the man asked with a flat, uninterested voice like a tired babysitter would ask a mischievous toddler.

Usually you would get angry or, at least, irritated at his dismissive tone but at that moment you were too scared of possible consequences of a suspicious substance invading your organism.

"I think i just got poisoned. We have to go back!" you turned to him, hands still clutching at your throat as if you could stop the poison from spreading.

Alhaitam slowly scanned your form from feet to a worried face and then walked right past you to a wall you've just touched. He didn't seem concerned for your well-being (not like he ever did), but then again, why would he? You weren't close.

Tonight both of you came to inspect newly discovered ruins in the desert and, possibly, learn more about the history of your homeland. Usually Alhaitam had no interest in such expeditions and you used to come with your fellow students but this time, to your immense disappointment, the one who got to accompany you was no other than the acting Grand Sage himself. Honestly, you had no idea why he had to go with you but you assumed that it was none of your business. Either way even if he wasn't the friendliest academic, he still was very smart and, not to mention, hot. So you didn't mind him joining THIS much.

After going through a bunch of tunnels and dusty rooms you two had successfully found a bunch of secret passages and puzzles that you easily cracked. That was until you encountered what was looking like a hidden storage in a wall and tried to open it. Unsuccessfully.

"Alhaitam?" you called to his back while he was scrutinizingly inspecting the wall.

"You're not going to die, it's not a deadly poison," he said after some time.

"What is it then?"

"Not a deadly poison."

You felt your irritation rising. You were trying really hard to keep your panic in control, so him being evasive didn't help much. As you opened your mouth to curse at him, he finally faced you:

"But we should go back, we're done here."

And then he left the room.

Even though you felt a slight dissatisfaction because you didn't complete your research, you hurried after him. Not a deadly poison was still a poison and you wished to get as much closer to civilization as possible when symptoms started to kick in. You wished you knew what you were dealing with but Alhaitam was the hardest person to crack, so you didn't even try to.

That was until after some time of walking back you started to feel impossibly hot. The feeling of your clothes was weighing you down, the fabric unpleasantly rubbing your skin. It wasn't the worst though. The worst part was when you noticed how good Alhaitam was smelling, even though he was walking far forward from you. How his back muscles flexed under his top. And how wet your pussy got from just thinking about him embracing you in a tight hug, pressing your bodies together.

Stop.

Wet?

You tried to get back in control of your emotions, but your head was spinning and you were losing the grip on reality. Absentmindedly, you realised that you leaned on a cool corridor wall. It didn't help much. With your eyes closed you started to take in all the feelings around you: a loud thumping of your heart, a tender caressing of a draft emerging from a small hole in the ceiling, an uncomfortable rubbing of your panties across your clit and, then, rough fingertips tilting your head up.

You slowly opened your eyes meeting a scrutinizing gaze of Alhaitam. His alluring lips, his strong neck that you would very much like to pepper with wet kisses, the warmth of his body that was calling out to you...

You wanted to tell him to get away, to not let you use him while you couldn't even control yourself, to not cross the line in your relationship of fellow colleagues but you couldn't. Instead you put your hands on his shoulders, a barely audible whisper leaving your lips "Please, help me, it's unbearable." And leaned in for a kiss.

Alhaitam wasn't the victim, however, but more than a willing participant: he pulled you closer by your neck deepening the kiss while the other hand quickly worked its way into your pants. When his fingers brushed over your clit you whole body jerked. So far it was nothing but a light indirect contact and yet you already felt on the edge. You were already soaking wet, desperate beyond words, your mind struggling to keep up with your body and your body rushing to get release. The shared kiss was becoming sloppier and wetter, his whole body was pushing into you, leaving you no room for maneuver. His finger slipped in, then another. Alhaitam didn't like beating around the bush, instead he enjoyed going straight to his goal - this time it was for you to cum. His lips moved to your neck, sucking and licking, his other hand slithered under your shirt to your breasts. He knew what he was doing, where he should touch and where to kiss. It wasn't surprising that the Sage was a really smart man, however, you'd lie if you expected him to be this skilled in sex.

Because of the aphrodisiac - now you knew what you were dealing with - your sensitivity was increased tenfold, so everything felt unbearably overwhelming. His hot breath, strong, confident fingers, the feeling of utter submission because you were quickly turning into a wet, sobbing, whining mess with only one, very pathetic thought in mind:

"Make me cum!" you begged choking on your moans and felt Alhaitam smirking in the crook of your neck.

However, he didn't resort to teasing, instead he increased the speed of his fingers and few seconds later you got what you begged for: the white flashed before your eyes, you orgasmed, intensely and overwhelmingly, your mind blanking, hips shaking and vision blurring.

But it wasn't enough and he knew it:

"This was one. Two more to go," Alhaitam said pulling away. His fingers left you with a "plop" and you saw how wet and sticky they were.

"Two?.." you asked, voice shaking. A temporary relief had gone already, your lust coming back quickly.

However, Alhaitam didn't waste a second as he picked you up and brought to the nearest room. It was stuffy and dusty and the only source of light was an ajar door to the corridor. Naturally you would stop him and say that it was unhygienic but right now your thoughts felt like melted marshmallows: they were mixing with each other, tangling and as much as you tried to concentrate it seemed that all the blood had gone to your genitals.

You felt him taking his cape off and dropping it somewhere before he lowered you on a cold stone table. The fabric wasn't thick enough to soften your uncomfortable position but, at least, it was less dirty this way.

"I'm going to take your clothes off," not a question or even a suggestion, just a fact. It seemed that Alhaitam's uncompromising attitude carried to the bedsheets as well.

Before you realised it you were laying bare-naked in the underground ruins with the Great Sage hovering over your squirming form. His soft lips touched your ear shell as he began licking and sucking, all the while his left hand was circling and playing with your nipples. While you were focusing on his ministrations on your upper body, he spread your legs and his fingers slipped in again.

"Oh my-! I'm so sensitive, Alhaitam, please, don't stop!" you cried out, gripping his shoulders for support. If you were in a more mindful state you would definitely try to give back to him but not now. Now you were giving yourself to him, allowing him to have full control of your body.

"Stop squirming," he growled while his fingers were repeatedly penetrating you. You didn't listen (you really couldn't), so he pressed you down with his own body. This close proximity made you realise that even if he wasn't subjected to aphrodisiac he still was turned on by this situation. You felt his bulge as he rubbed it upon your naked thigh.

Never in a thousand of years you would think it was possible but just a mere thought of him being hard from this, because of you, tripped you over the edge.

"Hm, it was even quicker," he mumbled like you weren't a fellow researcher but just a test subject. Perhaps, that was exactly what this situation was for him - just an experiment. Yet a shiver ran over you. Somehow the realisation that you were completely at his mercy, utterly submitted to him, made you go completely crazy with lust. You couldn't pronounce words anymore, it took everything in you to look him in the eyes, brush your palm over his bulge and beg:

"This!"

You thought it was the first time you saw him actually surprised. It showed only in his eyes and only for a mere second but that brief moment of your assertiveness not just caught him off guard but made him see you from a different perspective. Yes, it was a rather embarrassing and needy request. But at that moment you didn't feel like a subject at all. No, you were an equal partner. You saw him freeze for a second, visually contemplating.

"Alright, if you insist," he smirked after some seconds.

His hands left your body to tug down his pants a little. Your eyes darted down in a horny attempt of seeing his dick but you managed to catch only a glimpse when his hand tugged your chin up, his body laying back down on yours.

"Have some decency," he accused before his tongue slipped in your mouth.

While his left hand was cupping your cheek keeping your kiss messy and hungry, another parted your knees apart, allowing him to sneak between them.

You felt it. His penis pressing on your entrance. It felt hot and big and you couldn't take it anymore so your hips rose up to meet his. A palm pushed you back down.

"Behave," he growled strictly, his mouth lowering to bite your shoulder.

You were almost crying, unable to wait anymore, ready to beg and whine and promise him anything in the world if he just puts it in.

But you didn't have to. AlHaitam didn't see a reason in waiting a second longer either.

He didn't rush in though, he entered you slow, inch by inch, giving you time to adjust. When he finally bottomed out, you cried, feeling full and warm and impatient, though you tried to stay obedient, and when he finally started moving you begged for his lips again.

At that point Alhaitam stopped holding back, his pace increasing, becoming rougher, it was impossible to keep kissing anymore, instead he bit your lip.

"So good for me," he praised, pounding you into the table.

You legs were trembling, your tired arms gripping his shoulders. Waves of pleasure were crashing you and you couldn't hold back anymore orgasming the strongest you have ever had: your whole body spasmed, a loud scream escaped your lips and your eyes rolled back so hard, you stopped seeing for a moment.

When you came back from your high you realised that Alhaitam stopped. His dick was still inside you, hard, but you felt completely spent.

"How do you feel?" he looked at you attentively.

"Tired," you managed to mutter.

Everything ached: your head, your body, your pussy. You really wanted nothing but a good cold glass of water and a comfortable bed. However, you couldn't not feel sorry that Alhaitam didn't cum. After all, you could still feel him inside of you, hard as rock.

"Listen, if you want to-," you tried saying that he could finish if he wanted to, you could endure it a little bit longer, but he cut you off pulling out of you:

"I'm good."

You could see his big dick now that showed that he was definitely good before but not now.

"No, let me-," you attempted to stand up but your body didn't seem to listen to you. You would have fallen down if Alhaitam didn't catch you in time.

"Don't be ridiculous, you can't even stand," he helped you to seat and pointed at a pile of clothes next to you. "Put your clothes on and let's leave."

"But you helped me. I feel obligated now to return the favour," you protested weakly but followed his command.

"Good. Because you will return it. Just not here right now."

You turned to look at him in surprise but wasn't fast enough to see a smirk on his lips. To you he appeared characteristically stoic and cold.

"You squirmed all over my cape."

#genshin impact smut #al haitam x reader #al haitam smut #alhaitham #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader

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cultofdixon · 11 months

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You made it, dumbass

Daryl Dixon [ROMANTIC] | Glenn Rhee [PLATONIC] • She/Her Pronouns • Even when the illness was starting to take the lives of those within the prison. These two were keeping it together, even if death tried taking them. • ANGST/SFW • TW: Illness / Anxiety / Hallucinations

Requested by: Anon

The prison was starting to feel like home

Then Patrick started eating people…

“Locking up people like animals. Where have I seen that before” Y/N scoffs as she was being updated by Glenn on the illness situation in the prison fields.

“…We live in a prison. Are you referring to a prison?”

“I don’t think I like what I was implying and you saying an obvious answer”

“There’s more than one??” Glenn looks at his best friend confused watching her deadpan expression burn a hole into him. “Yeah okay so there is. Anyway, we just need to be careful. We’ve already been exposed by taking care of the outbreak. We don’t need another one happening”

“If I get sick it’d be obvious.”

“You are a baby when you’re sick” Glenn states only for Y/N to punch him in the arm making him laugh while she tried hard not to.

The mood changed slightly when Glenn noticed Y/N looking over at Daryl while he talked to Rick. She always knew how to keep a blank expression to avoid people questioning how she felt in the moment through body language. But there was a sadness and worry in her eyes that Glenn always noticed.

“He’s an ox, Y/N. I don’t believe he’ll get sick”

“It’s…never too early to worry for your partner no matter how new the relationship is right?” She frowns looking to Glenn as he shook his head.

“I wasn’t even anything with Maggie yet and I still worried for her.” and that led to Glenn thinking about his wife. They just had a scare. Now there’s this whole new threat.

Both of them thought

If it had to get to them, they’d rather die than have their partners face it.

“You’ve seen Y/N?” Daryl approaches Glenn knowing that she’s either with him or alone but given she wasn’t in her cell, he was the next choice.

“Uhm. Last I checked she was working on the fence since we are overloading again…hey if you run into Maggie can you tell her to meet me in our cell?” He frowns slightly given to how he was currently feeling inside as Daryl nods before letting him go and heading outside.

If I could fight the sun I fucking would right now Y/N frowns leaning against her spear as she gripped it for dear life.

It was a normal hot summer. But to Y/N, she felt like she was experiencing all the different levels of hell.

As she pulled the bandana down from her face hoping to get some air. Y/N’s senses got the best of her resulting in an immediate headache as she currently was fighting the thought of ‘don’t collapse’ over and over again. It felt like a trigger clicked in Daryl’s mind to go check on his girl and when he did, Y/N was on her knees in the gravel trying not to let the weight take her fully.

“Y/N…SUNSHINE!” Daryl yells as he went to a full on sprint over to his girl quickly tossing the spear away and carefully picking her up. “Hey stay awake alright?”

“It’s too hot to…” Y/N groans when she was lifted off the ground, weakly returning the bandana over her nose and mouth to avoid the spread to Daryl.

Not like the man cared as he was currently speed walking to A-Block. Halfway there the two ran into Maggie helping Glenn to the block with one of his arms draped around her shoulders.

The two healthy individuals shared an anxious expression until that anxiety subsided only for a second.

Glenn flinched hearing Y/N cough for like an hour within a few seconds. Sounded like she coughed up a lung and the lung actually ejected from her.

“Holy fuck—Don’t die!”

Y/N immediately glared at the man as they were now walking in a group to A-Block. “Don’t tell me what to do bitch”

Daryl couldn’t help his annoyed groan that escape. “I swear—y’all only have one braincell and it’s shared between yea”

“Seriously” Maggie agreed before being pulled back when Glenn didn’t pay attention to where they were going and slammed himself into one of the prison pillars. “Jesus Christ—-“

The archer tightened his grip on Y/N listening to her laugh at what happened as his anxiety started to get worse thinking this could be the last time he hears that. But the way her expression instantly changed when looking up at him. Oh she always knew when he worried.

Once the two were in the block safely, Maggie and Daryl were kicked out. Given they were healthy still and Hershel didn’t want to risk losing 2 of his kids along with someone he considers family.

Not that their significant others being sick lead to this plan—-but it heavily influenced Hershel’s urgency.

“Maggie”

The worried Rhee quickly turned to Daryl who shared the same level of concern she was enduring. He was about to leave to get the medicine when part of him needed to ask Maggie for a favor. But the words weren’t coming out.

“What is it Daryl?”

“…if she dies, don’t sugarcoat it for me” Daryl spoke through a whole lot of pain he was pushing down into the earth as he didn’t want it to happen. He was afraid the second he leaves something bad would happen.

But with the way Maggie was looking at him. She had the amount of hope to carry them both.

“It won’t happen. I’ll do whatever I can to prevent it from happening” so will Hershel.

The two who were suffering from the illness laid on either side of the conjoined wall. Y/N did her best to keep herself awake even if her body was fighting against her. She felt as if she closed her eyes, that it would be over. Glenn was a bit healthier than her and without exposing her more to the illness he did his best to help.

Just by talking.

“You remember that house that collapsed before we reached the prison?”

“Mhm…”

“Yeah, that was me.” Glenn laughs slightly, holding his ribs because his lungs were straining. “Maggie and I wanted to be alone for a moment while we were house hopping for those months. But the house we were trying to yknow…was on its last legs. That when we left, I shut the door. And the whole thing came crashing down”

“Remind me when we get a house that you ain’t closing the door” Y/N laughs weakly as she listens to Glenn laugh from the other side while she slouches slightly. “When Daryl and I…first got together we were being very sneaky about it around the prison since we technically gotten together at the farm…we were in one of the watch towers minding our business”

“Oh no” Glenn smiles a bit listening to Y/N struggle to laugh and compose herself.

“I was on shift. He wasn’t. Nothing was happening so we thought…yknow. Then time went by and I forgot my shift was over…and good ol Rick came up and wished out loud that he never see what he saw again” Y/N smiles from the other side pressing herself firmly against the wall as she gripped tightly onto her shirt feeling the tears form.

“At least you didn’t have Daryl yelling at you from the yards while you and your girl were…yeah” Glenn laughs remembering that moment fondly, but when he didn’t hear a reply back. His tired overwhelmed body as quick as it could got up from the bed tiredly making his way to Y/N’s.

His anxiety started screaming.

“HERSHEL!” Glenn yells out even if it ended in a coughing fit afterward as he sat on the edge of Y/N’s bed holding her head up shaking her slightly. “You can’t die. You can’t die. You can’t die” he kept repeating until Hershel arrived quickly approaching and checking her pulse.

Weak, but there.

“No!”

“Yer sick too Glenn, and we don’t—-“

“I-I’m not leavin’ Y/N unless I f-fucking have to” Glenn covered his mouth in his elbow coughing up a lung.

“Son, I can’t—-“

“NO!” He snaps through tears not leaving her side despite everything Hershel was telling him. “She was the first person I saved when all hell broke loose…she became my fucking best friend within days. Days! Before the quarry group we would talk about the past and what we feared most…she feared dying. Dying alone and having no one love her. Well she’s my best friend. My family and I love her! And I know Daryl does too even if his stubborn ass won’t say it out loud. I’m not f-fucking leaving her” he sobbed as he was glued to Y/N’s side not budging even with Hershel’s protesting. But Hershel wasn’t leaving either.

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“You think they’ll find a cure?” Glenn questions Y/N as they were sat on top of the building part of their group was held up in.

“I don’t know. It got out of hand, kind of”

“Mm…”

“But I hope so. Or at least a way to save those who’ve gotten bitten yknow?” Y/N shot Glenn a reassuring smile. “The world has always worked weirdly. Maybe something will happen. Maybe not. Just as long as I’m not facing it alone, I’m good to wait it out”

“Is that what you’re afraid of?”

“Huh?”

“Being alone in this?”

“Who wouldn’t…but I was afraid of that even before the outbreak happened.” Y/N kicked her feet on the edge of the roof looking down at the sea of walkers. “I hate being alone”

“Welp! You got me!” Glenn smiles wrapping his arm around her shoulders getting a laugh out of her. “And maybe even…the guy you like back at the camp?” He teased watching her face turn red. “I’ve seen how he looks at you”

“Glenn Rhee! Shut the fuck up!” Y/N laughs elbowing him gently.

“What! The Dixons scare the fuck out of me but the youngest one always has his eye on yea and…” He leans into his best friend. “Vise versa” and that led to her contemplating pushing him off the building.

At least they were feeling better about it all…

________

At least they were feeling better.

Glenn suddenly woke to a tube down his throat and both Greenes towering over him to get it out. And to also rejoice that he made it through this hell. Daryl’s group returned with the medicine and everything was going fine. Then his anxiety got the best of him making him weakly get up.

“No Glenn—-“

“Son, you’ve gotta lay down and rest”

“You’ve been out cold for a a day—-“

“A day?!” Glenn panicked as he quickly brought his body up, and immediately fell to the floor once he did. His body isn’t caught up with him yet.

The panic coursed through him enough to give him the adrenaline boost to get up off the ground, with some help, and to slowly but quick enough to the other cell. Expecting that since he was in another room…that…the unspeakable happened.

But when Glenn reached the cell with both Maggie and Hershel trailing behind him…all his worry washed away.

Daryl slowly looks up from the woman that comfortably laid in his protective embrace after returning from the medicine run. Y/N tiredly looks over to the three standing at the cell doors giving a weak smile.

“You made it dumbass” Her voice was hoarse from all the coughing she had done while the illness almost took her. “You almost died on me…”

“You almost died on me” Glenn frowns feeling the tears roll off his cheeks as he slowly approaches the two watching Daryl tighten his grasp on her resulting in Rhee holding his hands up slightly to show he wasn’t going to move her. He brought himself to sit on the ground by the bed as Maggie followed suit bringing herself close to her husband. “You didn’t wake up…you stopped talking and it freaked me out”

“Mm…I was just resting” Y/N jokes knowing damn well her body was giving up on her. The joke didn’t sit well with Daryl as his grasp on her made that clear. “I woke up when I needed to” and that brought out a bit of confusion to Glenn.

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Her unconscious body laid there for what felt like days as Glenn did his best to stay awake even if his lungs were starting to fight him. Inevitably giving out.

The man toppled over and started coughing like a mad man. But he wasn’t coughing up air, it was phlegm and blood. Making him choke on it.

That felt like a trigger for Y/N as she weakly opened her eyes turning toward the display. She did her best to be quick and drag herself out of the bed resulting in a painful thud to the ground…bringing herself close enough to Glenn to roll him on his side so he doesn’t aspirate.

“Hershel!”

Oh thank god. Is what the doc thought initially until he came to the cell to see what was happening.

When he left then came back with the endotracheal tube and bag, Hershel got Glenn intubated and Y/N bagged him up until she couldn’t anymore. Hershel knew Sasha was strong enough to help as he called out for the girl to keep bagging Glenn while he took Y/N to another cell to check her. He was thankful her body would shut down only to protect herself, and not flood her lungs…

Or only one of them would be alive.

________

Thank god they both were

“No more almost dying for the both of yea” Maggie states, more so threatens. Making them both laugh as Daryl couldn’t agree more. “Now come on. You gotta rest too…and preferably on a bed”

Once Maggie helped Glenn up and out of the cell to his own bed. Y/N looked up at Daryl from the position she was in, knowing he’s been awfully quiet ever since she woke up.

“You okay, love?”

Daryl locks eyes with her brushing away the stray hair that covered her face keeping his hand placed on her cheek. Her smile slowly breaking out and always warming his heart.

“I am now”

“You know I’m not going anywhere…”

“Yeah, and I’ll make sure of it”

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Bigger

Scott Lang x plus size reader

They have always said bigger is better and by god they were right.

Warnings: smut, size kink, incorrect use of a super suit, size/dick growth, unprotected sex, consent, safe-words, spanking, implied switch!Scott, use of lube, creampie

WC: 2.2k

Minors DNI

“Come one Scott. You promised.” She whined, looking up at him from their bed. She was an absolute vision bathed in the yellow light of the bedside lamp. Her generously curvy body clad only in a sheer red teddy that she knew turned Scott’s brain to mush. She was seducing him tonight and the rational part of his brain telling him that this wasn’t a good idea was quickly being overtaken by ‘pretty lady wants to sleep with me’.

Y/N smirked victoriously as she watched his usually kind brown eyes get darker with lust and his suit pants grew tighter around his crotch. She knew she was going to get what she wanted, and oh how badly she wanted it.

The idea first came to her when the news broadcast newly acquired footage of the Avengers fighting in Germany. She had been sitting in Hank Pym’s living room after making the both of them a cup of tea (without ants helping her) and listening to the older man ramble on about his ideas for a new suit when a flash of red caught her attention.

A fond smile came over her face as she watched her boyfriend fight the world’s greatest heroes. It was undeniably a turn on to see her normally goofy and very uncoordinated man weave and twist between the likes of Iron Man and Black Widow. But when he, out of nowhere, turned into a giant, his massive body looming over the airport, the breath was knocked from her lungs.

Her mind spun intricate images of his monstrously big body pinning her down and ravaging her without any regard for her pleasure. She could see him leaning over her, force feeding his massive cock as she begged him for a break. She had to get him to keep that suit.

So now here they were, Scott fully decked out and tentatively ready. Y/N’s knees dropped open, exposing her glistening folds to him. She watched as his breath hitched and the last of his reservation melted away. “Come to bed.” She cooed, holding a hand out to her boyfriend.

“Fuck. You’ll-you’ll tell me if it’s too much right?” He nervously stuttered out, shuffling closer. Even just vanilla sex was nerve-wracking for the man. He always wanted to make sure that she felt good, forgoing his own pleasure to bring her to the very heights of ecstasy, but this, this was insane.

Her smile was kind as she looked up at him, but her eyes were so black with desire that he felt a thrill of fear roll through him. “Just fuck me already Lang.” That definitely made his knees buckle.

Faster than he had ever moved before, Scott found himself on top of his girlfriend, his lean body nestled between her soft thighs, their stomachs pressed tightly together. As always, his kisses started off soft, barely a peck against her lips. It was a reminder that he loved her, that their love for each other was deeper than the frankly mind blowing sex they had.

But soon enough, her fingers were buried in his short brown hair, yanking him even closer. Their teeth clicked together as the kiss became hungry. Y/N’s dominant hand slipped from the back of his head, her touch just hard enough for him to feel it through the course material of his suit. “Fuck.” He groaned into her mouth, his hips bucking forward.

She smirked against his lips but it quickly fell away as Scott forced his covered erection against her core. The spark of pleasure grew in the pit of her stomach. “Hmph Scott. I need you please.” Her palms spread across his strong back as he pressed his face into her neck, nipping the delicate skin above her pulse.

“Just another minute.” He mumbled against her throat. “J-just a little longer.” But Y/N’s nails bit into his suit. It was a warning.

“You and I both know that -fuck stop that- if we spend another minute like this, you’ll never fuck me tonight.” Reluctantly, he pulled away, face red with both excitement and terror but his hips continued to roll down into her own. She cupped his cheek, thumb rubbing against his salt and pepper scruff. “Scott, we don’t have to do this if you aren’t comfortable. You know that right?”

His shoulders dropped in relief as if a massive weight had been lifted from them. “I do want this, I just don’t want to hurt you.” She guided his gaze back to her, making him see that she was being honest with him.

“You won’t hurt me, and besides, that’s what lube and the safe word is for.” He nodded in agreement.

“Baskin Robbins.” He repeated the word and planted one last soft kiss to her swollen lips. Then suddenly, she was on her front, hips hiked off of the mattress as her shoulders were pushed down, her face firmly planted in Scott’s favourite pillow.

He admired her plump backside for only a moment before - smack! His palm collided with the soft flesh, making it jiggle under his touch. “Goddamn I love doing that.” Y/N giggled and wiggled her ass for him.

“C’mon big boy, fill me up.” Smack!

“Shush, let me enjoy myself before I wreck you.” His voice was deeper, darker, the pitch lower than she had ever heard come from him before. It was like he was another person, not her shy and vanilla boyfriend, but a man on the edge of losing his mind. Her cunt clenched around nothing as he landed another smack to her ass. He hummed at her reaction, fascinated by the way the red silk of her panties darkened with each slap. “Think you’re ready for me?” He asked absentmindedly, fingers slipping to the hem of the silk, tracing the edge delicately.

“Yes! Yes! Please!” She begged, attempting to push her weight backwards into him as if to show him how ready she was. Smack!

He shrugged like he didn’t care that she was pleading for him but inside, he was absolutely melting. “Fine, if you’re sure.” There was barely a moment for her to catch her breath before the blunt tip of his cock was notched against her entrance. She hadn’t even felt him move her panties to the side. “Now keep still, like a good girl.”

“Fuuuuuuck.” She moaned into the pillow as he pressed forwards, prying her apart. He went slowly, forcing her to feel every inch of him, every vein and pulse. And by the time he nudged against her cervix, Y/N was gasping for air, desperately trying to accommodate his thickness inside of her.

“Not so tough now are you?” He mocked. “If you can barely take me like this, how are you going to deal with me getting any bigger?” He rocked forward onto his knees, somehow pushing himself deeper inside her.

“Scott.” She reached back for him, needing to touch him. He took her hand without thinking, leaning over so he could fit his chin against the dip between her neck and shoulder. It was so painfully intimate, a complete juxtaposition to the way his hips slammed into her own, driving her up the bed with the power behind it.

His voice came out as more of a growl against her ear as he spoke. “I’m gonna do it.” She nodded into the pillow, whining softly when he pulled away from her back to sit on his haunches. Y/N was vaguely aware of the sound of buttons being pressed.

“Oh shit!” He grew only slightly, going from 5’8 to 6' 2, a measly difference considering he had grown to the size of an airplane hanger before but Y/N felt like he was in her throat now. Her fingers curled into the bed sheets as her walls struggled to take his now even thicker cock. “I- fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He didn’t even have to move to hit all the right places inside of her.

“So fucking tight.” He moaned into the air, his head thrown back in pleasure. In an unconscious move, Scott bucked forward and she shattered. Her vision went white as her orgasm crashed over her. “Holy shit!” His body collapsed on top of her, consumed by the feeling of her orgasm.

“B-bigger.” She groaned, her voice raspy and broken. “Please Scotty.” With great effort, he paused and gazed down at his wrecked girlfriend, highly doubting she could take anymore. Her cunt was stretched so tightly around him, it looked like she could break at any moment and he was already too long to fit inside of her, the last inch of his cock was stuck out in the cold, coated in her release.

Gently, he placed a hand on her lower back, stroking the skin in a delicate motion. “I don’t think you can, you’re already so full.” Her head whipped around and she glared at him with a look so powerful it made him feel like he had shrunk. She drew forward slightly and then threw herself back, impaling herself on the entirety of his now 9 inch cock.

“Go. Bigger.” This time, there was no hesitation. He quickly grew to a staggering 7’3. The bed dipped under his added weight and Y/N hoarsely screamed into the pillow beneath her. More than half of his cock was not inside her anymore but she didn’t seem to care, too consumed with the pleasured pain of being stretched beyond her imagination.

Scott felt like he was losing his mind, she was so tight around him it was painful but another gush of her release broke him out of his stupor. He was far more gentle with his thrusts now, too scared that he would seriously hurt her. He dropped a leg off of the mattress to get a better angle and immediately Y/N’s body seized beneath him. “Lube!” She gasped, barely able to get the words out of her mouth as another thrust knocked the breath from her lungs.

There was a clatter beside her as Scott rushed to grab the bottle from their bedside table but with his new height and accompanying incoordination, he succeeded in not only getting the aforementioned but also knocking everything else to the ground. “Come on, come on.” He muttered as he tried to open the cap with shaking hands.

“Cold!” The clear liquid smeared over the place where they were joined, soothing the burn. She sighed in relief, muscles going lax.

“I know but it’ll warm up.” He cooed, rolling his hips softly against the fat of her ass, spreading the lube even more. The thick vein underneath his dick was nestled perfectly against the bundle of nerves within her, sending sparks up her spine with each movement. “Can you give me one more? You’re doing so good.”

His stomach was tightening with his own end, the feel of her insanely tight and wet pussy around him was too much, especially with how small she looked below him, how vulnerable and susceptible to his lust. He planted his right hand on the wall above her head and picked up the pace again. Squelching filled the room. The thighs of his suit were absolutely soaked with not only her juices but lube as well.

Hank was going to kill him but at this moment, he truly didn’t care. Y/N’s pussy tried to squeeze him through another, far less powerful release, but he was spreading her so wide that it was impossible for her to get any tighter. “Gonna cum.” He moaned through clenched teeth.

Hands clamped down on her wide hips, most certainly leaving massive hand-shaped bruises that would be tough to explain away. “Scott.” She breathed and that was his undoing.

“God!” His back arched with the force of his orgasm, forcing most of his length back inside of her as he filled her with his release. He slumped forward and barely caught himself in time before he crushed his precious and positively fucked out girlfriend. “Y-Y/N, you ok?”

“I have never been happier in my life.” She groaned after a moment of trying to gather her breath.

“Not even when I asked you out?” He asked, slightly offended.

“Including then.” She wiggled happily below him, enjoying the afterglow. Scott bent down and kissed her sweaty shoulder before pressing another button on his suit and returning him to his normal sized self. Y/N hissed at the overstimulation and sudden shift in size but he just carefully stroked down her spine and slowly pulled out, releasing a huge rush of his seed from where it had been trapped inside her.

It stained the sheets below them but Scott only hoisted her into his arms to carry her to the bathroom, silently reminding himself to clean up later. Her face settled into the crook of his neck, laying a small kiss to the slightly scruffy bit of his throat where he had missed when he shaved. “Thank you babe.”

“Well, at least we got that out of your system.” She pulled away only slightly to give him a truly devious look.

“Oh no baby, you don’t get it. Bigger is so much better.”

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cosmic-kaden · 2 months

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hiii friend! 💖

🔥 - "oh, feisty, aren't we?"

🔍👀

Selfship Emoji/drabble ask game.

(This is okay to rb by the by if anyone wants too but no pressure! I just like hearin' ya'll scream and get angy /j /lh)

.: Spar With me :.

Ship: Ben Solo x Kaden Reese

Words: 722 (Drabble! ^_^)

CW: A little suggestive/sexual tension. Nothing explicit!!

Banner by @/cafekitsune

Kylo and Kaden stood facing each other in the spacious green field where they had set up a spot to repair their ship, the tension between them seemed to radiate into cool air as the sunset and a brisk evening chill crossed the open field. Their weapons were at the ready, but the air crackled with more than just the anticipation of combat.

"Ready to lose?" Kylo's voice was a low growl, laced with a challenge.

Kaden smirked, their grip tightening on their weapon. "In your dreams. I've been practicing~"

Kaden and Ben had started sparring with each other a few months ago, almost every day. It was actually Ben's suggestion even though he knew from the first moment they met that Kaden was more than a capable fighter and they knew how to handle themselves very well.

He kept telling himself that it was just for training, to better hone their skills, but he knew in the back of his mind that he liked sparring with Kaden because it brought them closer not just mentally but physically.

Kaden lunged forward but Kylo was already ready for their strike. The clash of their weapons echoed out in the once silent air, each strike and parry a dance they knew all too well by now. Kylo was relentless, driving Kaden back with powerful sweeps. Yet Kaden was agile, slipping away and countering with swift, precise movements.

"You're improving..." Kylo admitted, panting slightly as he launched another assault.

"Thanks to you~!" Kaden shot back, ducking under a particularly aggressive swing.

Kylo couldn't help the smug smirk that etched his face, he liked the thought of Kaden thinking they've improved thanks to him. It made him feel good.

The fight drew them closer, a magnetic pull that was about more than just physical proximity. Their eyes locked, a silent conversation amidst the chaos of their sparring session.

Kylo feinted to the left, but Kaden read the move, stepped in close to exploit the opening. With a quick maneuver, they managed to get behind Kylo, Their right side pushing him forward. Caught off balance, Kylo stumbled forward, and in a moment of daring, Kaden swept Kylo's legs out from under him by grabbing his ankle as he stumbled.

However, things did not all go according to plan and Kylo was quick to turn, grabbing Kaden by the scruff of their shirt, the pull was too hard and Kaden couldn't hold his body weight and also hold their own balance. Their eyes widened and they let out a loud yelp of surprise.

Both of them fell to the ground with a thud, Kylo on his back and Kaden on top of him. Their weapons clattered to the side, forgotten.

"Oh, feisty, aren't we?" Kylo's voice was husky, his breath warm on Kaden's face as they hovered inches apart, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. he was so close...

Kaden's heart raced, their face flushed with the exertion and the proximity. "…..You pulled me down with you Ben- I wanted-" They stopped what they were saying, suddenly words were lost on them, they now took into account where exactly they were… they were practically straddling the man under them. Their faces were mere inches apart.

Ben's hands found Kaden's waist, his grip firm yet gentle "What do you want?" he asked, a playful edge to his voice as he looked between Kaden's eyes and lips.

Kaden leaned in, their lips almost touching Kylo's. The air between them charged with an electric tension. "I want…." they whispered, the word barely a breath.

But instead of closing the distance, Kaden pulled back, a mischievous glint in their eye. They rolled off Kylo, jumping to their feet and offering a hand to help him up. "I want a rematch~"

Kylo sat up, a smirk spreading across his face but inside he felt a twinge of frustration, they were so close and just like that they were gone. "Challenge accepted, but I will not be held responsible if we get into another compromising position.." His voice held a promise, one that sent a shiver down Kaden's spine.

As they resumed their sparring, the air around them thrummed with the promise of more than just physical combat. Each glance, each touch, was laden with unspoken words and desires.

They were warriors, equals, and partners in every sense of the word even though those words have not been spoken yet, they felt it. between them.

{If you're not a self-shipper please dni. I have anxiety ;-; lol}

#*screams into my hands* LISTEN- ITS LIKE BEN TOOK OVER FOR ME WITH THIS ONE! I HAD A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT IDEA AND IT TURNED INTO THIS #IM SO SKFDSJLFJSLDKFJDSG #SORRY!! >O<#my writing;#Kyden <3 #you had me under spell right from the start;#also please excuse me while I scream over that gif lol >////>

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Couch Locked

Yet another Long Hair Harry Fanfic

Summary : You are pretty much in love with your best friends brother and your first time getting high you release some secrets.

Warnings : smut, smoking

Word Count : 4.5k

You had never gotten high before but your best friend was probably the biggest stoner you ever met. Well besides her brother Harry. You had never seen him not high. He was also like the most beautiful man you had ever seen. That has nothing to do with it but it just needed to be said.

So, here you were on your best friend Gemma’s bed. About to smoke weed for the first time ever. You were perched at the end of the bed. She was pulling the smoke through to the pipe of a bong so you could clear it out. The both of you knew that had no chance pulling it all the way through. You reach for the glass and she passes it into your hands.

“I’m so excited!” Gemma squeals through some light coughing. The warm glass sits in your hand as you psych yourself up. You empty the air out of your lungs and go to move your mouth to the top of the pipe. And Inhale.

Twenty minutes later you had finally stopped coughing. You were just laying in her bed with your feet hanging off. The world was spinning and the TV sounds garbled. Gemma’s voice cuts through the static.

“Are you hungry?” you very quickly move your head to look at her.

“Fuck yes,”

“I’ll make you some food,” she laughs. You slowly rise off the bed and move to follow her. The world instantly starts moving. Almost like you’re standing in the waves at the ocean. You can feel the floor moving out from under you. You instantly shoot to the wall to keep your balance and you make your way out of the bedroom.

You hear a chuckle behind you. You look back behind you. Harry is standing against his door frame. His bare shoulder resting against the wood. Because this man was pretty much almost always shirtless.

“Finally got high huh?” you nod and quickly look away. Hiding the blush that was rising on your cheeks. “Are you gonna make it down the stairs?” you hear him shift and then feel his hand on your arm. “Please let me help, I wouldn’t forgive myself if something bad happened to you. You can feel your heart melt.

“Okay,” you whimper.

“Thank you,” He grasps your arm and then slowly moves his hand down and across your back to rest on your waist. Your arm goes around him to do the same.

“Thank you,” he then slowly helps you down the stairs. You make it to the couch in a record time of five minutes and Gemma has already started on the food. You have no idea what she is making but it smells AMAZING!

“Gemma I fucking love you,” she laughs.

“Why is that y/n?” Harry plops down on the couch next to you.

“You’re the best,” you groan. “I can’t wait to eat,”

“What about me?” Harry asks. “I’m not the best?” a smirk resting on his lips.

“You’re pretty good but you’re not making me food,” his smirk drops.

“Well then. If that’s what it takes,” He starts to get back up. You grab his wrist and pull him back to the couch.

“No, don’t leave me. I don’t want you to go?” you whimper out.

“Why is that Y/n?” You sigh. You have yet to let go of his hand. You then intertwined his fingers with yours.

“I just want you here,” You squeeze his hand.

“Okay I’ll stay,” he tightens his grip on your hand. He grabs the remote from the arm of the couch and clicks on the TV. “Whatcha wanna watch?” you just shrug your shoulder

“I can barely see. I couldn’t even name a show right now,” he chuckles.

“Family guy it is,”

“How about no?” he chuckles.

“Fine,” he continues scrolling through the options. “Disney?” you tighten your grip on his hand.

“Oh my god yes,” you look over at him and smile. “Hannah Montana?” He cocks a lazy smile.

“Of course my love,”

“My love,” you mimic his accent. He bumps his arm on yours.

“You're making fun of me?”

“Yes,” he just laughed. “I mean you have that accent. So does Gemma but hers isn’t as sexy,”

“Sexy huh?” a blush spreads across your face.

“Oh definitely,” you nod. “I mean the hair,” You reach to his head and grab at the bun on top of his head. (LHH is superior so idc) “That fucking smile,” you move your hair to his face. “And fuck, your shoulders,” you almost let out a moan.

“Here is your food,” Gemma hands you a plate of fried shrimp. “Freshly made,” she smiles and hands Harry a plate too. “For my snotty little brother,” she smiles.

“Thanks Gem,” he smiles. She plops on the couch across from you. You are completely zoned in on the shrimp and don’t come out of your phase until you finish the last shrimp. You look up at Gemma and she has a wild smile on her face.

“That took you a whole hour and a half to eat,” you look over at the clock but you can’t focus on the numbers so you look back at her.

“It was good. Delicious actually,” You lean forward and go to place the plate on the coffee table, leaning forward you almost fall. Harry's hand comes around your waist and catches you. “I think I need to go to bed,” Gemma laughs,

“I think so too babe,” she starts to get up off the couch to help you.

“I got her,” Harry declares and pops up off the couch and goes to help you.

“No, no,” you whine and smack his hands off you. “I wanna do it myself,” you stand up and instantly start falling to the ground. Harry catches you yet again and holds you up.

“Okay so I am gonna help you,” Harry whispers in your ear and sends shivers down your spine. You can’t find the words so you just nod. “Good girl,” he whispers even quieter so Gemma can’t hear.

“Holy shit,” you whimper. Harry helps you up the stairs and damn. Even if you weren’t high your legs would still be wobbly. Like what the fuck Harry. Why would you say that? “I just wanna lay down.” you groan about halfway up the stairs.

“I am getting you there honey,”

“You’re going to slow,” you whine in response.

“Well you are the one that’s going slow babe,”

“Stop with the pet names. That’s not nice. Tease,” he chuckles.

“It bothers you?” you nod. A bubble caught in your throat. “Why?” the two of you are at the top of the stairs now. “I can feel you trembling babe, and I don’t think it's the weed,” you shake your head. “No? I can’t hear you Y/n,”

“It’s not from the weed,”

“So good for me Y/n,” he has his hands wrapped around your waist. You are still frozen with your hands barely touching his chest. “Now let’s get you to bed,” in one quick move he hoists you up over his shoulder and to Gemma's room. You are plopped down on the bed with a squeal. “Goodnight Y/n,”

“I don’t wanna sleep anymore,” you grab at his arm. “Come cuddle me,” you pull him towards you.

“I am not cuddling you in my sisters bed while you are high Y/n,”

“What about in your bed while I'm high?” you move to sit up and he pushes you down back onto the bed.

“Not tonight Y/n we can talk in the morning when you’re sober,” an amused smile on his face,

“But I am not gonna be brave enough in the morning,” you scootch back in the bed.

“Why is that Y/N?”

“Because.” you stand up on your knees and waddle walk to him. “You are a very attractive man,” you are now almost eye to eye with him. “You walk around without a shirt like all the time. I think I have seen you more without a shirt than with a shirt honestly,” you bring your hands up to his chest. “But of course you’re wearing a shirt now,” You pull at the fabric on his abdomen.

“Is that it?” he asks. His hands coming over yours. Holding your small hands in his. You could feel his heart thrumming in his chest.

“And your voice,” you throw your head back in a groan. “Your fucking voice. Sends shivers down my spine,” he leans in. You can feel his breath on the side of your neck.

“Keep it coming princess,” his hands squeeze yours. “You’re just feeding my ego.” that coaxes a laugh out of you.

“You are such an ass,” You shake free of his grasp and fall back into the bed. “I’m going to go to bed before I say more things that will embarrass me in the morning,” He chuckles and grabs the blanket at the end of the bed and tosses it over you.

“I’ll see you in the morning princess,”

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

A very annoying noise pulls you out of your sleep. Almost like gunfire? You turn over in bed and let out a groan. The noise continues. That’s definitely gunfire. You shoot up straight in the bed.

“Well good morning beautiful,” Gemma pipes. “You slept for,” she looks over at the clock. “Sixteen hours. Damn,” You take in your surroundings. Gem is sitting next to you on the bed. The tv on her dresser is paused displaying the visuals of some gorey zombie movie.

“Why would you let me sleep that long?” You toss the blanket off you. You feel like you’re cooking.

“Bitch I tried to wake you up three times. I even called mom to come in and check your pulse,” she laughs. She then presses play and turns her attention back to the movie. Your stomach rumbles. You slide out of the bed and stretch when your feet hit the floor.

“Well I am starving!” you grab your phone off th charger and head towards the kitchen. You decide it’s a breakfast at two in the afternoon kinda day so you start to make yourself some eggs. You basically live at Gem’s house so you are pretty comfortable making yourself food and stuff like that. You can hear someone coming down the stairs and assume it’s Gem until you feel arms come around your waist. Your breathing comes to a stop and your heart jumps into your throat.

“Glad to see you’re alive,” You feel Harry’s breath on your neck. Goosebumps prickle at your skin. You feel red hot where his hands rest at your waist.

“Me too,” is all you can muster out. After a very awkward length of time.

“How’d you sleep?” He asks moving in closer. Now his entire body is pressed up against you.

“Really well apparently,” you whisper. It just feels like a whispering moment.

“Good,” he rests his head in your shoulders. “So ho did you like being high?” He chuckles

“I enjoyed it,” you feel like you can’t breathe. In the best way. “Pretty sure I embarrassed myself,” his thumb has started to rub back and forth at the exposed skin at the hem of your shirt.

“You didn’t do anything embarrassing I don’t think,” you can feel his smile against you. The eggs you have been trying to focus really hard in are finally done and you move to take the pan off the stove which causes Harry to release you from his hold.

“I can remember some things that maybe shouldn’t have been said,” you shrug while you pile the eggs on to the plate and plop a French toast into the pan. You turn back to take a look at Harry. He is wearing black sweats and a plain t shirt. Still looks like he could be a Calvin Klein model.

“I don’t know y/n. What do you remember saying?”

“Things I will not repeat,” you turn back to your food and flip the French toast over.

“Come one y/n you gotta give me something,” he teases.

“I have nothing to say to you. I barely know you,” you lie.

“Y/n you practically live here. I see you pretty much everyday. You may not know me but I definitely know you,” he is now next you you. You finish up your food and begin to plate it. You move to walk away and he grabs you lightly causing you to stop.

“What do you want Harry?” You whine

“I wanna bend you over this counter and fuck you till you can’t walk,” your breath catches in your throat. “But I can’t risk Gem or mom walking in and seeing. That wouldn’t be fun,” you just stare at him. Dumbfounded. “Would you like that? Would you like being bent over and fucked so hard you can’t walk princess?” You nod. “I need words y/n,”

“Yes,” you muster

“Yes what?” Harry is now right in front of you. The only thing separating you is the plate of food you just made.

“Yes Sir,” Harry then quickly grabs the plate and basically flings it onto the counter grabs you by the back of your hair and brings your lips to his and kisses you. You melt into his mouth and let out a moan. You bring your hands up to his chest then wrap around his shoulders. His hands grasp at your waist and pulls you closer to him. Before you know it your sat up on the counter with Harry between your legs. Just as he runs his clothed length onto you footsteps make their way down the stairs. Harry takes a big step back and you jump off the counter. You grab your food and sit at the table. Gemma rounds the corner right as you take your first bite.

“I’m gonna run to the store and get some things for dinner, you wanna come y/n?” Gem asks. Keys in hand.

“No I’m okay.Gonna finish my food and probably go home so I can shower,” you stab another bite of eggs and bring the fork to your mouth.

“Okay well I’ll see you later then,” she gives you a smile and turns to leave. You wave at her and as soon as the door closes behind her Harry is sitting at the table next to you.

“She won’t be back for like an hour?” he suggests. You smile and stab a piece of french toast to your mouth.

“Gives me time to eat,” you laugh. He leans back in the chair and just watches you. You slowly eat your food. Basically nibbling at it. He groans and shoves the plate away from you and before you know it you are over his shoulder like a bag of potatoes. “Hey I was eating!” you laugh. Which is met with a soft swat on your ass.

“It’ll be there when you’re done.” you wiggle in his hold making it harder to carry you. “You better stop that before you get hurt,” You wiggle harder and his hand swats at your ass again. This time quite a bit harder. It reveals a moan from you. “Oh you like that huh?” He smacks your ass again and then you are plopped down on his bed. You can’t help but smile up at him. It’s really happening. You’ve been dreaming of fucking this man since he brough Gem lunch, Literally since the first time you had seen him you had wanted to feel what it liked to be under him.

“What’s the smile for Y/n?” he asks. You just shrug. His hand scoops up your chin and makes you look him in the eye. “Come on, use your words y/n,” you take in a much needed breath.

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first time I saw you Harry,” a smile breaks across his face.

“Ditto y/n,” a blush creeps up your neck and across your cheeks. “I was picking Gem up from work and you were walking to your car. And I don’t know. Everything about you turned me on. Hell I wanted to bend you over the hood of your car and make you scream while all of your co-workers watched,” you have a shit eating grin plastered on your face. “Well except Gem of course that would be weird,” and with that he leans down and kisses you, but you can’t help but laugh at the last comment.

“So you have wanted to fuck me longer then I’ve wanted to fuck you,” you chuckle.

“I guess I have huh?” He is now kissing you and slowly making his way over you. You have your back pressed flat against the mattress. Your lips locked with Harry’s. His hands locking your body under him. Your hands venture under his shirt and up his chest. His legs are now trapping your hips and he moves to sit up and removes his shirt in one movement. You look at his tattoos in a new light. The way they curve and move with his body. Bend and contorte as he rids himself of his clothes. You reach up and ghost your fingers over the ink engraved into his skin.

“You’re so beautiful Harry,” you whimper.

“I don’t even hold a candle to you Y/n,” His hand runs up the side of your body. Waist, hoovers over your breasts, shoulders, and then his fingers wrap around your neck. “Such a beautiful thing,” He then leans down and kisses you. Hard. Your arms wrap around the back of his neck in an effort to get closer to him. You need to be closer. You manage to get yourself out from under him and sit on his lap while he lays flat on the bed. You whip off your shirt and his hands come up to your waist, his fingers rubbing at your exposed skin.

Once you have your bra unclipped his hands move to your shoulders to rid your frame of the fabric. His long slender fingers bring the red straps down your arms.

“Fucking beautiful,” He reaches for ypur chest but gives you a look like hes asking for reassurance. You nod. His hands grab at you and his skin feels so warm against yours. You drop your dead back and let out a huff of air and roll your hips against his. Which causes Harry to hiss in pleasure. “Fucking shit I can’t wait to feel you princess,” his grasp on you tightens.

“Daddy please,” you whimper. He whispers some more curses under your breath. He reaches up and grasps you by your neck. You follow his lead. He has you now seated at the edge of the bed while he releases himself from his pants. Then taking off the black cloth completely leaving it on the floor in a puddle.

“Open,” you slowly open your mouth and his thumb slips between your lips and you instinctively begin to suck at his salty skin. “Such a good girl,” he groans. He pulls his thumb from your grasp and brings his hard member to your mouth, teasing the tip back and forth across your lips. You stick your tongue out and bring your hands to rest on his hip. You pull your legs onto his bed and sit on your feet. He pushes the tip past your lips and you instantly start to suck on him. He pulls at your hair and starts pushing and pulling your mouth against his cock. “Such a pretty little whore,” you look up at him and try to make eye contact but he has his head thrown back and his eyes shut tight. An angelic sight. You let out a little moan. He instantly looks down at you. “Look at you sucking daddies cock like a pretty little whore, look so good with daddy’s cock in your mouth,”

He pulls you off of him and pushes you back onto the bed and pulling you to the edge. His hands are at your waistband and pulls the pants off. Your knees fall to the sides and he slowly and very lightly guides his hands from your ankles to the hem of your panties. He is playing with the slightly damp fabric. Just barely slipping his fingers under the barrier. You thrust your hips up into his touch. “You want daddy to touch you?” he asks in a hushed voice. You nod. “Words princess,”

“Yes please daddy, let me feel you please,” you whine out.

“Good girl keep begging,” his hand moves closer to your center.

“Daddy please I just wanna feel you. I’ve been so good Daddy please I just need to feel you,” you arch your back up and grasp at the bed sheets in anticipation. He leans down and begins kisses over your clothed warmth.

“Okay Princess, such a good girl asking so nicely for Daddy,” he presses a harder kiss over your clit. “Such a pretty girl,” he whispers against your hidden skin. Like he wasn’t talking to you, like he was talking to your cunt.

He pushed the fabric to the side and dives into your center. You let out a moan and you let go of the sheets and grab onto the long curls in between your legs. “Fuck Daddy please that feels so good,” he continues to lap and suck at your damp folds. His fingers play at your entrance. You keep thrusting towards him. Wanting him closer and deeper. “Daddy please I wanna feel you,” He smiles against you and pushes into you. Your walls basically sucking him in. He laughs against your skin.

“So wet for Daddy, such a good girl,” you let your head fall back onto the mattress.

“Thank you daddy, thank you,” you whimper and whine as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. His fingers find the perfect spongy spot inside of you and he begins sucking on your clit and it makes you explode against his mouth. “Daddy please, Daddy yes,” you repeat and repeat as you ride out the orgasm. He kisses his way up your body and to your neck. You lean your head to the side so he can have access to more skin.

“Holy fuck such a pretty little thing,” he ruts himself against your exposed cunt. “Squirting all over Daddy like a good little whore,” you are in slight shock of the words he just said. “What you didn’t know you could squirt,” you shake your head. “Well you just soaked me baby,” He smiles and kisses you. You kiss him back just as hard. You can taste yourself on his lips. You groan against him.

“I need to feel you daddy, I wanna feel full,” he picks himself up and scampers across the rooms and starts ruffling through some drawers. You just sit on the bed and watch him. He makes a little noise and turns back to you with a smile on his face. Holding up a little foil and you laugh at him. He rips it open and rolls it down his length. You are kinds scared of his dick to be honest. He's about average length but he is definitely going to stretch you out. You pick yourself up off the bed and lean into kiss him as he makes his way to the bed. He continues to kiss you as you bring the two of you down to his bed. He crawls over you and places himself in between your legs.

“You ready princess?” he asks

“Yes. Please Daddy. Please,” he kisses you as he pushes into you. Very slowly. You both gasp at the feeling of him pressing through the barrier. Your slick walls let him in nice and easy with little resistance. He groans against your mouth and you feel his hips thrust against you. You wrap your legs around him and pull him into you completely. You let out a very loud moan at the feeling.

“Holy fuckin shit y/n,” Harry moans into you. He stays there while you adjust to his size. After a few moments he begins to slowly pull all the way back out. Then slowly bottoms out again. “So wet and warm for me baby,” He begins to slowly pick up the pace. Pulling himself all the way out and going balls deep back. The little whimpers you make turn into moans as he thrusts harder and harder. You are raking your nails down his back as he destroys you.

“Daddy please,” is all you can make out. Over and over. His hands make his way to your center and start to play with your clit. Your orgasm is coming closer and closer.

“Come on, baby give it to me,” those words send you over the edge. Your vision goes spotty as you scream his name over and over. You clench around him your orgasm sending your legs into shivers. “So good for me. Such a good little whore,” His hips start to stutter against yours. He lets out little groans and gasps as he releases himself into the condom deep inside of you. Your breathing starts to even out as he collapses onto you. Falling to the side as he rests his head on your chest. You wrap your finger in his hair and begin to brush the hair out of his face.

“Harry,” you let out a breath. Sounding astonished.

“Yea,” he lets out a laugh. He sits up and pulls the condom off. He ties off the end and tosses it into the trash by his desk and crawls back over to you. Wrapping himself around you and pulling you to his chest. His arms enveloping you. “You really are beautiful,” his hand swipes at your cheek. Your face flushes. “So beautiful,” you shake your head and look away from him. “Don’t look away from me princess. I just wanna see you,” and the two of you lay in bed together for a while before you get up to go to the bathroom. When you come back clothed in his discarded t-shirt. He is sitting at his desk with a pipe in his hands smoking a bowl. You smile at the view of him and walk over and sit yourself on his lap. He wraps his arms around you and looks up at you. He smiles and some of the smoke he's holding leaks out of his mouth.

You pull him into you and kiss him. He releases the smoke from his lungs and you inhale deeply. You hold it for as long as you can. Then you cough a few times and he rubs your back.

“Such a good girl,” He places a few kisses on your neck. “My good girl,” he rubs his hands on your thighs.

“Yours?” He smiles.

“Please?” you nod.

“All yours,” he smiles and pulls you in for another kiss.

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fangirlshrewt97 · 2 years

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Of Fears and Butterscotch

Another entry into the ongoing Dhruya Saga. This one is a little sad, but ends fluffy! Promise!

Here is @burningsheepcrown‘s lovely prompt pic:

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Dhruva’s eyes fluttered shut as he exhaled the smoke, leaning back against the backyard steps and letting his head fall backwards.

The setting sun was painting the distant beach in a beautiful palette of colors, the few clouds dotting the sky turning the scene particularly picturesque. Today had been a long day, though not much had happened. Just being back here, in the house he shared with Daya, in the place that had felt closer to home than anything else had since his parents died, added a layer of calm to Dhruva. He hadn’t realized how on edge he was constantly until he had crossed this familiar threshold again, and he was already dreading having to return to Hyderabad. While his bosses had agreed to giving him two weeks off, it had been done with great reluctance.

Dhruva took another puff from the cigarette just as he heard the back door open. He adjusted his posture, leaning forward and spreading his arms so that Daya could slot himself neatly behind him. Dhruva leaned against that solid chest, exhaling the smoke that started to burn his lungs. Daya caught his free hand in his right, crossing it across Dhruva’s chest. He nuzzled Dhruva’s hair, making the younger man’s eyes flutter again. “I thought you said you didn’t smoke frequently?”

Dhruva shrugged. “I don’t. Just when I need to clear my head because things get to be too much.”

Daya pressed a kiss to his forehead. “You’ve been here for the past three days. Are you feeling cooped up?”

Dhruva shook his head, turning to fit himself under Daya’s chin. Daya grabbed his right hand, bringing it to his mouth so he could also take a puff of the cigarette. Dhruva watched through half lidded eyes as Daya wrapped his lips around the cigarette butt, keening softly when Daya inhaled.

Daya smiled lazily as he exhaled, a relaxed look in his eyes. He jostled Dhruva into a more comfortable hold for both of them. “I know we both hate to do it, but want to share?”

Dhruva sighed. Tugging his hand free from Daya’s grasp, he reached down, waving his hands until they caught on the edge of the envelope. He brought the package up and handed it to Daya.

Daya made a surprised sound as he adjusted his grasp on Dhruva to be able to catch the contents of the envelope when it fell out.

It was one of those fancy wedding invitations, cream coloured with a maroon border. Daya inhaled sharply when he read the name of the wedding party. “Ishika-”

Dhruva shrugged as much as he was able to. “I’m glad she found someone. The divorce wasn’t exactly ugly, but we kind of stopped talking once everything finalized. It is so strange, somehow in those years, Ishika became my best friend, my confidant in most things. She knew more about me than anyone else, but then we separated and stopped talking. We used to share everything, but now? I didn’t even know she had found someone.”

There were a lot of things Daya wanted to ask, but he settled for the easy question. He’d ask the other question that was churning in his gut after that. “Did she know about…us?”

Dhruva was quiet for a minute, fingers reaching out to trace patterns on Daya’s arm. “She knew there was someone. Because I started smiling,” he let out a bittersweet snort, “she said whoever the lady was must be something special because I looked so happy. So much happier than I ever had with her.”

Daya tightened his hold on Dhruva, even as his heart thudded in his chest. The younger man, pressed as he was against Daya, would surely be able to hear it. Dhruva brought the cigarette to take in the last puff, putting it out on the porch step before he kept it to the side. He exhaled, the smoke brushing over both their faces.

“Dhruva-” Daya started, but then stopped, unsure of what he wanted to say.

“You want to know the most…ironic? Or I guess most enlightening thing about this invitation?” Dhruva asked unprompted.

Daya swallowed, unsure if he did want to, but he nodded. “What?”

“I read the invitation, and I felt…nothing. A little surprise I guess, but not what I was expecting. Or what I should have felt, I guess.”

“What do you think you should have felt?” Daya asked, trying to keep his voice light.

“Anger? Disappointment? Hell, relief? The invitation is just another confirmation that that chapter of my life is closed, but I just feel empty. But…” Dhruva trailed off, eyes glazing over slightly.

Daya nudged his shoulder. “But?”

Dhruva sighed, pinching his nose. “Nothing.”

“Dhruva.” Daya said. “Tell me.”

Dhruva shifted, pulling himself away from Daya to curl into himself, wrapping his arms around his knees. “I tried not to think about it often, but some nights the bed would be so cold. And I would wonder if you had someone. If you used to bring them here, to the house we had shared. It used to hurt, and then I wanted to yell at myself because I was the one who left.

I had no right to ask you to wait for me. I had left, and you were allowed to bring whoever you wanted to this bed, and this house. You could wrap your arms around someone else, and kiss them, and … and touch them. The thought ripped my heart to shreds.” Dhruva stumbled over the last words as he buried his face in his knees, that familiar ache hollowing out his chest and making it difficult to breathe.

Daya made a wounded sound and dragged Dhruva back against him, bracketing him with his legs, and cocooning him within his arms. “I’m right here Dhruva. And I never brought anyone back here. I couldn’t.”

Dhruva clenched his jaw to try and hold back the tears burning his eyes, fingers digging into his jeans. He turned until he could see Daya’s eyes. Eyes he loved so much. Eyes looking at him with so much worry. He freed one hand enough to cup Daya’s jaw. Pressing his face to Daya’s, he nuzzled his nose into the other’s cheek. “God, I saw my ex-wife’s wedding invitation and I didn’t feel anything Daya. She found another man who she loves enough to marry, who is going to make her happy, and who she is going to spend the rest of her life with and I felt nothing. But the thought of you spending even one night with someone else? It made me want to die.”

“Dhruva-”

“I’m so scared Daya,” Dhruva confessed, “So scared that these past few weeks will all be some elaborate dream my brain came up with because it couldn’t take not having you anymore. I want you so much, I want this life with you, this house. I want to spend my Sunday mornings not getting out of bed because you are wrapped around me. I want to go for night time walks with you on this beach, holding hands where only the moon can see us. I want…”

Dhruva ran out of words as he clutched Daya like a lifeline, throat closing as he trembled in the other’s arms. The tears started to fall, soaking Daya’s shirt.

“I want that too.” Daya croaked hoarsely, and a spot of wetness on Dhruva’s forehead had him blinking past the tears to see Daya’s eyes were red-rimmed and filling with tears too. Whining, Dhruva leaned forward to wrap his arms around Daya’s head, pressing it to his chest. He felt arms wrapping tight around his waist, tight enough to hurt. He sucked in a breath, feeling relief instead of pain.

His chest was still heaving as he sucked in air in great gulps, heart thudding erratically. Daya rubbed at his back, hold loosening just a touch. Dhruva protested, but Daya shushed him. “I’m not going anywhere Bangaram. Just let me look at your face.”

Dhruva unwrapped himself enough so they could face each other.

Daya’s smile wobbled as he brought one hand up to wipe at Dhruva’s cheeks. “It terrified me too.”

Dhruva’s brows furrowed. “What did?”

Daya chuckled sadly, eyes falling to his lap. “The thought of you finding someone else. The idea that someone else could be making you smile, it drove me insane. And the thought of someone else touching you? I wanted to rip their arms off. You were mine Dhruva. You are mine.” he ended fiercely, burying his face into Dhruva’s middle.

“I’m yours.” Dhurva hiccuped slightly as he nodded his head. “And you are mine?”

Daya reached up to cup the back of Dhruva’s head to bring their foreheads together. “Till my dying breath Bangaram.”

Dhruva’s lip wobbled at how much that sounded like a wedding vow. He ducked his head to find Daya’s lips, the kiss an act of assurance and selfish comfort all in one.

They stayed clutching at each other till the sun dipped beneath the horizon.

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Dhruva splashed cold water on his face, wiping away the remaining soap. Grabbing the towel from the wall stand, he dried his face. His eyes were still slightly red, and face swollen, but he felt more like himself. Placing the towel on the rack, he went out to the living room, grabbing Daya’s hoodie from the laundry hamper to shrug on. He inhaled the scent from the collar deeply, sinking into the sofa as he wrapped his arms around himself.

Daya entered the living room, one hand holding a box and two spoons as he messed with his phone in the other. He looked up to see Dhruva huddled into the sofa, and grinned. Crossing over, he settled on the opposite end, pulling Dhruva’s legs onto his lap. He held out the box in his hand to Dhruva.

Dhruva looked at the box quizzically as he took it.

“Order has been placed, food should be here in another half hour.”

“We shouldn’t eat out so much,” Dhruva mumbled as he brought the box close. “Ice cream?”

Daya winked. “We are adults. No one can say we have to wait till after dinner!”

Dhruva wrinkled his nose. “You are such a child.”

Daya pinched his ankle in response, causing Dhruva to lightly kick him in the thigh. “You’re proving my point.”

Dhruva shook his head as Daya tightened his hold on his leg. And then made a sound of surprise as he opened the box. “Butterscotch? You hate butterscotch.”

“I don’t hate it!” Daya protested. “It’s just not my first choice.”

“Then why do you have it? And it’s also half eaten.” Dhruva asked, curious.

Daya ducked his head, a rare blush blooming in his cheeks that just peaked Dhruva’s curiosity more. “I, ah- it’s your favorite!”

“Yes?” Dhruva prompted. “So?”

“So…sometimes when I … missed you, I bought the ice cream and ate it. It … helped.”

Dhruva bit his lip as his chest warmed. “You…I didn’t know you were so sappy Daya.”

Daya scowled. “Says the man who is constantly stealing my clothes and wearing them!”

Dhruva laughed, “It’s not a bad thing.”

“Whatever.” Daya scoffed, but he tugged Dhruva’s legs further into his lap. Dhruva hid his smile into the ice cream as Daya turned on their TV, and switched to a sports channel. He dug his toes further into Daya’s thighs, and when the man looked at him questioningly, Dhruva shook his head. He scooted forward to curl into Daya’s side, content as Daya wrapped an arm around his back.

Here, in their couch, in Daya’s hoodie, in his arms, in their house, Dhruva felt his heart settle some more. Yes, he was still so scared, but Daya kept showing him again and again that this was real, that he would fight for them too this time. It was time he let go of some fear too. He nuzzled at Daya’s cheek, asking for a kiss.

It felt like home. And tasted of butterscotch.

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whydoyouwantmyname · 2 years

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Imagine seeing Sam again (Part 9)

Masterlist

-After the mission in Lagos Wanda turned up at the doorway of the Sanctuary, your father, who was thankfully in casual attire, answered the door and gave her a disapproving look, “Wanda, I thought…”

“I need to see her.” Her tone was harsh, but even Strange could hear the notes of hurt within her tone, his ears already picked up on the sound of your footsteps racing down the stairs, “Wanda, I thought I told you I would meet you…”

The force of her hug cut you off, her head buried into your shoulder as she tightened her hold on you, your hands meeting on her back as she let out a soft sob.

-You took her to your room, where she flopped onto the bed and whispered, “Looks like you could use an interior decorator.”

“Are you doing that on the side now when you’re not playing superhero?” You smiled as you flopped down next to her

“I did something… and because of it…” she took a long pause, the words unable to formulate in her brain as you took your hand and placed it on her leg

“Wanda nothing you could have done…” you started but she was quick to cut you off

“I killed them… I don’t know what happened, I thought I had it under control and next thing I knew… the bomb exploded… there was nothing I could….”

“Wanda…”

“Am I just destined to be a monster?” She asked you softly, as you squeezed your hand on her leg, “No, you just made a mistake. That’s all.”

“Can I….” she started

“Of course, just don’t tell Tony, he will never forgive me that you got to see Hogwarts before him.”

-After showing her around you both retreated to your room, and threw in one of the old DVDs you had, both of you sitting against the headboard with popcorn between you.

-Steve called you after a few hours, he knew as soon as Wanda took off that she was going to go to you, and he wasn’t ready to bring her back yet, but when the meeting with Ross had been called, he knew that Wanda’s absence would have been noticed.

-When it started to ring Wanda looked away from the television screen, knowing it was probably Steve calling, and let out a sigh, “I assume that is for me.”

When you picked up, you stated, “Oh thank goodness you are okay, the old folks home has been going crazy looking for you.”

“Very funny [Y/N], is Wanda with you?”

“Yes.” As you replied you stepped into the hall, and leaned against the wall, your free arm crossing over your chest as you stood there

“Ross called a meeting today with the Avengers, Apparently he wants to discuss the results of the UN meetings with us.”

“She didn’t mean it Steve.”

“I know. But they might not see it that way.”

“What’s the worst that he will do?”

“Honestly [Y/N], I don’t know.” He sighed.

-You took her back to the base in upstate in Baloo, it wasn’t a long drive. The whole time you blared rock music and sang the songs at the top of your lungs, in an effort to distract her from the oncoming storm that was about to occur, however you noticed her whole heart wasn’t in the songs.

-You pulled right up to the doors, and watched as she hesitated getting out of the car, “Are you coming inside?”

“Yeah, I am.”

“How about the meeting?” She whispered, her eyes meeting yours as you replied, “No.”

-You walked in with her, Steve and Sam were coming down the stairs when you did, and she instantly started towards her room. You however started towards the stairs, towards Tony’s lab. Your eyes meeting both men’s as Steve stopped and asked, “How is she?”

“Distraught, but what else can you expect when you accidentally lose control of your powers?” You answered, his eyes sympathetic.

“Are you here for…” Steve started as you smiled and replied, “I’m here for the man with the suits.”

-With that you pushed between the two, your arm brushing against Sam’s as butterflies shot through your core, unaware that his own heart rate had quickened as well, his eyes trailing after you as you Ascended up the staircase.

“And you say I am bad with women?” Steve teased as a blush spread over Sam’s face.

-Once in the lab you saw Tony sipping a scotch, his eyes looking out over the countryside, unphased by the sound of the opening doors. He voice knowing as he responded, “Don’t give me that look.”

“What look?”

“The look that says we should have said fuck ‘em and just made the suits, the look that says you were right all those years ago when you said that we can’t save the world as a team of 7. The look that screams frustration and annoyance.”

“I do not have a look like that. I do however have a look that means how the fuck are we gonna get out of this one.” You replied, sitting at the table as he turned.

“I don’t know if we can, I mean if Ross wants a meeting suddenly, it can only mean one thing.”

“The Avengers are now government property, and must do whatever the UN says.”

“Which isn’t a bad thing, I mean then we will finally be able to handle what we are capable of, and after a year or so maybe Ross will approve of my plan for the suits, and innocent lives will stop being lost because of our carelessness.”

“What about Wanda?” You asked, the real reason for your visit finally coming to light, “The UN is going to demand for her termination. She is seen as a threat to everyone and anyone right now.”

“Because she is. She is adorable, I have to admit but…”

“Oh like you didn’t mess up once or twice?” You snapped, “She is not a weapon of mass destruction Tony, she is a girl who lost everything, and wants to do the right thing with her gift, and I refuse to see her locked away because of it.”

“That’s what they are going to want.” Tony sighed, “There is nothing…”

“What if we keep her here? We can build her her own little world, with Vision, a world where she can’t hurt anyone or anything, and she is in control, and can master her abilities. Then once she has 100% control over them, we can integrate her back into society.”

“How will we avoid…” He started, as he watched the reality around him start to fracture, “It’s called the Mirror Dimension, the Ancient One taught us how to create and destroy it when my father and I were training. Anything that happens in the Mirror Dimension doesn’t affect the real world. We have Friday run a diagnostic on the room right now in the mirror dimension, and recreate the structure of it using science. We then create a device that can power and contain the structure on a large scale, and build her a little town, and create AI that looks and behaves like humans. Only Vision will be aware of the plan, and we can monitor her progress all while guaranteeing that she won’t hurt the real world.”

“Friday! Run diagnostics on the Mirror Dimensioned room.” Tony instructed, before adding, “Let’s hope you are right kid.”

-When Tony went to go greet Ross, you used astral projection to attend without anyone knowing, there was an empty seat at the head of the table, which you easily sunk into, Sam, and Steve in either side, Sam’s face monotone as he looked to Steve across the table, and whispered, “How long do you think she is staying?”

“I couldn’t tell you, honestly I didn’t even know she was coming.”

-After a few moments of silence Steve looked at him, “Maybe you should go talk to her? I mean we both know where she is, and if she isn’t there then…”

“That’s a no from me.” Sam replied, “She would never want to talk to me.”

“Bullshit.” You whispered, knowing neither could hear you.

“Why don’t you just…”

“And say what Steve, hey I’m still hurt over the fact you lied, but hi.”

-Before Steve could respond, Ross walked in the room, Tony not far behind, as he took a seat Ross surveyed the room and spoke, “Five years ago, I had a heart attack, and dropped right in the middle of my backswing. Turned out to be the best round of my life because after 13 hours of surgery and a triple bypass I discovered something that 40 years in the army never taught me. Perspective. The world owes the Avengers an unpayable debt, your organization has fought for us, protected us, defended us with your lives, and a great number of people around the world see you as heroes. Yet the same amount sees you as vigilantes.”

“And how do you see us sir?” Nat asked as his eyes snapped towards her, “How about dangerous? I mean Miss Romanoff, what would you call a group of United States based enhanced individuals, who make it a habit to ignore sovereign borders, and inflict their will whenever and wherever they see fit, and who are clearly unconcerned with the aftermath of their actions.”

-As he pulled the map up, your eyes glanced towards Tony, whose eyes were glancing at a screen, where you could see vital, and chuckled, realizing it was your own, “Trust me old man, if I am dying I will know.”

“New York,” Ross interrupted, visions of the battle flashing beside the small yellow checkpoints, “Washington D.C, Sokovia, Lagos.”

-When he said Lagos, your eyes darted towards Wanda, who looked away quickly as Steve piped up, “Okay, that’s enough.”

“For the past four years, the Avengers have operated with unlimited power and zero supervision, and unfortunately the leaders of this world can no longer stand by while you do. However I believe we have a solution to the problem,” The security guard handed a rather large packet towards Ross, who immediately passed it to Wanda, who quickly passed it away to Rhodey, and so on, “The Sokivia Accords, approved by 117 countries, and states that the Avengers will no longer operate as a private organization. Instead they will be operating under the supervision of a United Nations panel, only when and if the panel deems their involvement necessary.”

“The Avengers were formed to make the world a safer place. I feel as though we have done that.”

“Tell me, Captain, do you know where Thor and Banner are right now?” Ross asked as you chuckled slightly, remember how just a few weeks prior you were getting crushed by Thor’s hug, “Cause if I misplaced a couple of 30 megaton nukes you can beat there would be consequences. Compromise and reassurance, that is how the world operates. Believe me, this is the middle ground.”

“So, there are contingencies.”

“Three days from now the UN will be meeting in Vienna to ratify the Accords.Talk it over amongst yourselves.”

“And if we come to a decision that you don’t like?” Nat asked as Ross walked towards the door, his stride stopping because of her voice as he turned to face the table, “Then you retire.”

-Once Ross left the space it was quiet, the team all looking at one another as the silence settled over the room, however your eyes were fixed on the blonde to your right, his hand cupping his chin as his fingers covered his slightly pouty lips, his sapphire eyes casted towards the table before he whispered, “Let me see that.”

-As he slowly leafed through the pages, your eyes shifted to Tony, his face looked grave as he leaned back in his chair, his grip on the chair arm tightened. However before you could get up to see him clearer you felt yourself phase out of the space, and back into your body, something that rarely happened, however you felt your phone buzzing in your jacket pocket, and withdrew it to see a familiar number, “How many times do I have to tell you not to call me when I am astral projecting?”

“And how was I to know that you were when I am not with you?”

“Dad, you have magic, find a spell or something.” You sassed, you could hear his eyes rolling as he replied, “So find out anything interesting?”

“Yeah, they want the Avengers to sign something called the Sokovia Accords, which is consenting to a UN panel approving and assigning missions for the Avengers.”

“Which is exactly what they need.” Your father stated as your eyebrow raised

“Dad the Avengers do an extremely good job at governing themselves, and…”

“Also everywhere they go there are unnecessary casualties. I mean just look at Ultron, and New York.” He knew better than to bring Lagos up at the moment, knowing anything involving Wanda’s incident would cause you to defend her,

“As is life.”

“The Accord however will make our job easier, we are the protectors of Earth, the Time Stone, and of the Sanctuary, and currently one of our biggest threats is Loki, and the Avengers. I know that they are your family honey, but you have to admit…”

“Oh no, I do, I mean the main purpose of Ultron was to help us protect the earth, and to establish that we could design AI to assist in situations where the team was either unable to attend, or it was too dangerous. However I also know the team, and some of them will never side with unnecessary governing.”

“Like Sam.” Your father replied

“Like Wanda, and Steve, and Natasha.” You answered, knowing he was right.

“But not Tony.”

“Not Tony, he has already asked for my help in the matter.”

“Good, I will see you later.”

“Of course.” You replied as Tony re entered the lab, frustration on his face, “So that went well.”

“How much did you see?”

“Most of it, I was pulled away by an environmental disturbance right after Steve asked to see the Accord.”

“Good, so you missed the argument, basically Cap disagrees, half the team, at least what is left of us don’t see the point of limitations, while some of the ones approving of the accord are only agreeing because they are trying to gain favor among the public. Then Cap left, no idea where to but…”

-You picked up your phone again and pressed a button before you brought it to your ear, “Hey.”

“Now’s not a good…”

-Before he could finish you hung up, and raced to the elevator, already knowing what stairwell he was in just by the echo. When you arrived, you just leaned over the railing and looked down at him, “Hey.”

“How did you…” he started

“I helped design this place, besides, this is the only stairwell that was designed to not echo, it is also the one closest to our… I mean, your apartment.”

“That explains why you made it sound proof.” He jokes as you rested your chin on your hands, “Also it doesn’t have cameras for that very reason either.”

-After several seconds you replied, “So you wanna tell me what’s wrong?”

“Peggy’s dead.” He sighed, his tears collecting as he fought them back, “She…. she passed away in her sleep.”

-This caused you to quickly hurry down the remaining stairs, and as you reached him, you engulfed him in a tight embrace, “Steve, I’m sorry.”

-After a few moments of this, Steve whispered, “Want to come upstairs for a drink?”

“Sure.” You smiled, just happy to be able to hang out with one of your best friends again, as he led you to the once familiar space, you couldn’t help but smile, “Do you remember the day you told me that you had found Peggy?”

“Yeah, you told me not to let them keep me in the old folks home with her, and that you and Sam would break me out if they tried.”

-When you entered the apartment you were relieved to find it empty, your smile growing as Steve walked towards the bar, “So you still drink whiskey?”

“Course.” You smiled, as you settled down on one of the kitchen bar stools, as Steve extended a glass of amber liquid towards you, his fingers lightly brushing yours during the exchange, as you noticed a picture in the window.

“Oh gosh, you still have that?” You chuckled, as Steve turned to see the picture he smiled at every day, “Of course, I mean why wouldn’t I want to remember the day we almost burned the place down with our explosion brownies?”

-Sam went to go into the apartment while you were looking at the photo of Sam and Steve at the messy stove, however before he could open it his phone started to vibrate, and withdrawing it, he saw the name of Tony Stark, “Yes Tony?”

“Don’t go in your apartment.”

“Why?”

“Because [Y/N] is in there, and I know she misses her best friend, who she tries to avoid because he is normally hanging out with her ex boyfriend, and as her best friend I am telling you not to take this moment away from her. She only gets to see Steve when we are all out together, and I know she misses the one on one time they used to share before you were an asshole and dumped her.”

“You could have just said the first part, no need to add the rest.” Sam replied as Tony rebuttaled, “Oh no, I did, because I just need to know that you understand how much you fucked up the day you broke her heart.”

-Sam hung up the phone and ended up laying in the field, his back laid against the soft, green grass as he watched the afternoon clouds slowly roll across the darkening blue sky. His mind raced with thoughts of how he should have never left you, and how he desperately wanted you to know that. Finally after thinking of that thought for 4 hours he rose, and headed towards the apartment again, fully ready to tell you that he was sorry, and loved you, and wanted you back in his life, even if it was just as friends again. He quickly opened the door, and saw no one, “[Y/N]? Steve?”

When Steve emerged from his bedroom Sam asked, “Hey, where’s [Y/N]? Tony told me she was…”

“She left a little while ago, said that she had to go check up on her dad, how did you know…”

“Tony.” Sam sighed, disappointed that you were once again out of his life, he went to withdraw his phone to call you, but Steve’s statement cut him off, “So I have to go to London for a day or two.”

“Why?”

“Peggy passed away, her funeral is in London tomorrow.”

“When do we leave?”

“It really isn’t…”

“You really think I am going to leave you alone after you just told me the love of your life passed away, when is the quinjet leaving?”

“90 minutes.”

“Cool, so I have time to shower before I pack.” He replied as Steve strained to smile, “Thanks Sam.”

-When you arrived home, Strange looked at you, “So did they come to a decision?”

“Something came up, they will be deciding in a few days.” You replied as your feet carried you upstairs, and onto your bed where you flopped down and stared at the ceiling.

-On the day of the signing you were sitting in the lab when Tony arrived, his suit jacket was unbuttoned, and eyes covered by tinted glasses as he looked at you, your eyes scanning over a copy of the Accord that Ross had left him.

“I wasn’t expecting you to be here?” He replied as you lifted your head, “I figured you would be in London with Cap.”

“We both decided it would be best if Sam went with him, besides, I don’t need the London Sanctum up my ass asking why I am not defending the New York Sanctuary.” You joked as you turned a page, “So who all signed?”

“Natasha, Vision, Rhodey, myself.” He replied, crossing his arms and leaning forward across from you, “My guess is Wanda and Cap aren’t going to sign, meaning Sam won’t sign either, and Barton…”

“ Just wants to retire, and you heard Ross, if you don’t sign they are forcing you into retirement.” You joked, as Tony exhaled

“Why can’t they just see that this is the best option?”

“Because it isn’t. Steve was right in that aspect, you are better controlling the Avengers yourselves, however the problem is that you no longer have that option, which is something Steve doesn’t see.”

-As he went to speak Friday’s voice piped up and stated, “Mr. Stark, Miss Strange, we have breaking news.”

“Yes Friday?”

“A bomb has just detonated outside of the UN building in Vienna, King T’Chaka is dead.”

“How is Miss Romanoff?” Tony asked as Friday replied, “She is okay.”

“Any leads on who set off the bomb?” You asked as he pulled up a photograph, “This is the only photograph they are showing on the news.”

-Your breath hitched when you saw the well built, long haired, mysterious man that you had been staring at for months before you were forced out of the Avengers life. Your eyes watered slightly as you excused yourself, and withdrew your phone, dialing the familiar number as you went to the soundproof stairwell, “[Y/N]?”

“Turn on the news.” Was all you said before hanging up, your tears now freely falling as you heard him say your name to you directly for the first time since the roof.

-When Sam showed Steve the news, he asked, “How did you…”

“She called, told me to turn on the news.” Sam replied, as he gripped the back of the couch, as Steve replied, “He didn’t do this.”

“Well it sure looks like he did.”

“Did she tell you where she was going?” Steve asked

“Nope, she hung up as soon as she told me to turn on the news.”

-Back at the lab Tony was looking at you as you reentered, your eyes glassy as he looked at you, “Are you okay Kid?”

“Course, just needed to make sure Nat was okay, as much as I love Friday, I still worry he might have a few bugs sometimes. However we have to go.”

“Where?”

“Wherever Steve goes.” You replied, unaware that that statement would lead you to Germany.

-When you landed in Berlin, the first thing you asked Natasha was where Steve and Sam were, “They are in the back of a police van with King T’Challa, the rest of the team is on their way here as well, except for Wanda and Vision, who are…”

“Under house arrest at the compound, I know. I want to know when they…”

“They won’t let you talk to him, even if you are a shrink.”

“Oh why, did the panel tell you that?”

“No.” She sighed, “[Y/N], one of your best friends and Ex are now considered criminals for aiding a wanted terrorist. Ross is going to want them tried and put in a prison cell. You are the last person they are going to want with him, seeing how you could compromise the situation and make it so that Barnes goes free.”

“And what if he is innocent?” You asked, as she looked at you.

“I know that you want that, but with the way it is looking…”

“Where is Tony?” You barked, starting towards the glass conference room, where Tony sat with his back to the door, phone in hand.

“I swear if that is Rogers walking in, I am going to serve America’s ass a boot on a silver platter.” He spun around and saw you, your look sturn as he spoke into the phone, “Give me a second.”

“We aren’t seriously going to let them lock Sam and Steve up, are we?”

“I mean that is what Ross wants.”

“And since when have we…”

“Since we’ve become the UN’s bitch.”

“You didn’t have to sign the…”

“Now [Y/N], how would your father feel hearing you say that we don’t have to sign the document that makes your job easier?” His tone was harsh, causing you to just stare at him in disbelief as you replied, “That’s not why I…”

“I know, you said it was a good idea to protect the team, but Cap is never going to see it our way, he will never understand why we need this Accord, or a suit in every country, or why we need rules.”

-As he said that, his phone rang again, just as Natasha, Steve, Sam, Everett, and five armed guards entered the conference space. Your eyes met with Sam for a brief second but your attention was quickly distracted by Natasha, meaning you never noticed Steve lean over to Sam, “You should talk to her.”

“Why, it’s not like she agrees with us anyway. Her allegiance lies with Stark.”

-When Tony stormed out of the glass conference room, you softly knocked, “See there is still trouble in paradise?”

“You would definitely know what that looks like.” Steve joked as you took a seat beside him, “So I was thinking.”

“And?”

“Why would Bucky bomb the UN?” Your eyes met his, “I mean he had nothing to gain from it, nor did Hydra, and he’s been hiding from them for over two years.”

“Are you saying…”

-You were interrupted by Sam entering the room, “Sharon says they are giving us back our stuff.”

“That’s good, means you guys probably aren’t going to federal prison yet.” You joked as Sam remained quiet, as soon as you were met with silence though, you stood up from your seat, “Just, think about what I said.” You said to Steve, who once the doors were closed he looked at Sam, “That was your chance.”

“To what, tell her I am planning on going to prison, and I hope she can love a convicted criminal hated by a world government organization?”

-When you left the room your attention was pulled away by Everett, “Miss Strange, we would like you to watch…”

“Oh so I can watch the Psychiatric interrogation of James Buchanan Barnes, but I am not allowed to lead it?”

“Miss Strange, as you know…”

“I know.” You replied, gesturing towards Natasha, “If you need me, I’ll be over there.”

“What in the world did Sam say to tick you off?” She asked, as you took your place besides her, your eyes on the black and white cell screen as you answered, “Nothing at all.”

-As soon as the power went your eyes met Steve’s and Sam’s, Tony and Nat were around you, trying their best to find the source of the outage, while Everett demanded eyes on Barnes, yet you and T’Challa were the only two who saw Sharon, Sam, and Steve flee to the fifth sub level.

“You might want to get that panther suit out of evidence, cause I think the show is just about to start.” You whispered, as you looked to Stark, “Can’t you figure this out?”

“Since when did being a Shrink mean I was also an electrician?” You asked as the whole facility went into High alert.

“Tony, did you bring a suit?” You replied, as you walked casually over to him, a smile on his face, “of course, it is a beautiful Tom Ford, three piece, two button. I’m an active duty, non combatant, sorry not all of us can…”

“I wasn’t trying to pick a fight, just wanted to know if I was going to be the one saving your ass is all.” You replied softly, as Sharon reappeared, “Follow me.”

-However when you went to follow, Tony snapped, “Stay here.”

“But…”

“No buts.”

-Steve tried to call you when Sam and him were hiding Bucky in a warehouse, yet you didn’t answer, and were thankful your phone was on silent, because of the company you were around, Tony’s head was in his hands as he softly groaned, “So now it is all over the news that the face of the Avengers is running around with a wanted terrorist.”

“Tony, that has been on the news for hours, however before it said captured.” You replied

“And I don’t suppose Miss Strange that you have any idea where they are?” Ross asked as you turned, “I mean you lived with Sam Wilson for years, know all of his ins and outs, his weaknesses, and you all shared a home with Steve, if anyone would know it would be you.”

“Unfortunately sir, I don’t have a clue.” You smiled as he went, “Get out.”

“She stays.” Tony barked, “She deceives to hear this just as much as the rest of us.”

-Ross sighed before continuing, “Any word on where they could be?”

“Soon, GSG 9’s got the borders covered, Recon’s flying 24/7, and once they get a hit, we will handle it.”

“You just don’t get it, do you Stark? This isn’t your issue to handle. It is clear that you can’t be objective, so we are putting Special Ops on this.”

“And what happens when the shooting starts?” Nat asked as you looked at Ross, who didn’t even get a chance to answer, “You take out anyone on the opposing side.”

When Ross didn’t answer after your reply, Nat asked, “What, so you are just going to kill Steve Rogers?”

“If we are provoked then that may be an outcome. Barnes would have been eliminated in Romania if it was not for Rogers. There are dead people who would currently be alive. Feel free to check my math.”

“With all due respect sir, you are not gonna solve this with boys and bullets. You have to let us bring them in.”

“And how are you going to promise me a different outcome than last time?”

“Because this time, I won’t be wearing loafers and a silk shirt, and I have her.” He said, pointing towards you.

“What is Miss Strange going to do, bore them to death with a psychology lecture?”

“Turn around and you will see.” You challenged, and as he turned you revealed your hand, illuminated with your purplish blue shield, “It’s called the mystic arts, I can use it to take them in as quietly as possible.”

“72 hours sir, that is all I…” Tony started

“You have 36 hours.” Ross replied, “Do not disappoint me.”

“Thank you, sir.” Nat replied

-Once he left you looked at Nat, “Tell no one.”

“Didn’t dream of it.”

“My left arm is numb,” Tony exhaled, “is that normal?”

“You all right?” Nat asked, her hand clasped his shoulder as he looked at you, “Always.”

“So how do you suppose we find two super soldiers, and an Air Force pilot?” You asked, as Nat looked at you, “Can’t you use…”

“It’s an ancient magic art form, not a GPS.” You replied as Tony breathed, “Well one thing is for sure, we are seriously understaffed for this mission. Think I can…”

“Dad’s not gonna do it, he will say he has more important duties, like protecting the world from unseeable threats.”

“Like?”

“Any other entity similar to Dormammu, and his followers, or anyone else who messes with the space time continuum, or threatens the very existence of earth.” You replied as Nat looked at you, “Besides, we have to know other good guys, like Clint…”

“Is retired. He made that very clear.” Nat replied, “However there is alway Vision.”

“He is on Wanda duty though, honestly it would be great if we had a Hulk right about now. Any shot?” Tony replied, as Nat shook her head and smiled, “You really think he’d be on our side right now?”

“No, mostly just whenever the two of us drag him into something, it ends horribly.” You smiled, gesturing between you and Tony, as he agreed with you.

“I have a plan.” Nat replied,

“Me too, where’s yours?” Tony answered

“Downstairs? Why where’s yours?”

“Right here.” He said with a devilish grin, “Wanna make me a gateway back to the tower, I need a new suit.”

“You better be bringing Happy back with you too, I miss him way more than I expected.” You replied, as you opened the blue gateway right into your old office.

“I’ll tell him you’re going soft on him.” Tony called back as you sighed, “Asshole.”

“Any idea where his plan is?” She asked, as you grinned, “My guess is Queens.”

“So when were you going to tell me my best friend was a wizard?”

“Honestly, never.” You smiled, “I figured it wasn’t of great importance.”

“How is that not….” she stopped, “Does Steve know?”

“Nope. Only you and Tony.” You smiled before sighing, “And now the rest of the team is gonna know too, within the next 36 hours.”

-That night you called Steve back, your back was leaning against the balcony railing, and when he answered, you replied, “I have to be quick, I have it on a shuffle so that no one can track where you guys are.”

“Thanks.”

“Where are you?”

-He told you exactly where they were staying, and then you hung up.

-An hour later you opened a gateway into Steve’s hotel room, landing on your feet as you dropped down through the ceiling, the room was pitch black, signifying that the Super Soldier wasn’t there. Noticing an opened bottle of wine you poured yourself a glass and sat down at the table, looking towards the door as you waited.

-When he opens the door, he doesn’t address you at first, but once he closes the door and shrugs off his coat, his voice echoed in the room, “How did you get in?”

“Would you believe me if I told you I fell through the ceiling?” You raised the glass to your lips, and took a long sip as his finger flicked under the light switch, causing the space to flood with the fluorescent light. When he turned he couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you, you looked so relaxed in your normal attire. As you set your glass down you looked at his smile and joked, “What’s got you all giddy?”

“Just the thought of you falling through my ceiling, I mean would it really be so terrible to use the front door?.”

“I know, I figured though it might be better if certain members of this hotel stay didn’t know I was here.” Your tone saddened, the idea of Sam still being upset with you breaking your heart as you whispered, “How is he?”

“Stubborn as ever.” Steve pulled the chair out from across you, and took a seat, his hands knitting together as he leaned forward on the table, and looked you deep in your eyes, as you forced a smile, “But you didn’t come here to catch up.”

“Steve, you know I love you, you are one of my best friends, but so is Tony. Please you two have to stop fighting, just listen to him.”

“I tried that, but you have to understand [Y/N], he isn’t making any sense, besides he should be the one listening to us.”

“But he is making sense Steve, you are just a man, you might be a super soldier, but you are still a man, so is everyone else on this team. You can’t be everywhere at once, and you can still get hurt, so can everyone else on this team.”

“Why do I feel like I’ve heard you say this before when you were trying to justify creating Ultron.” He replied as you laughed, “You know robots are as unpredictable as Ultron was, we can’t risk that happening again.”

“We will get it right this time.” You replied, “With Vision’s knowledge, and the two of us, along with whatever the government is willing to…”

“We can’t save people with the government monitoring our every move.”

“And we can’t do this if the 8 people that are making up this team right now get injured or worse, hell on a good day you might not even have 8 people, and with Thor and Bruce gone, who knows how long the 7 of you can keep this up.”

“So you have a lack of faith in us?” He replied, as your eyes slowly started to water

“No Steve,” you whispered, “I have all the faith in you, and every person on this team, but you are my family, and I will not stand by and watch you get killed when it could be avoided or prevented by using a suit.”

“I understand your position, I really do, but I can’t sign that accord, nor can I let the wrong man get blamed for the UN bombing.”

“I knew you wouldn’t before I even came, I just wanted you to hear me out, to know why tomorrow, when you come to Berlin with your team, you know why I am standing on Tony’s side, instead of with my best friends, and the love of my life.” You whispered, before pushing the chair out and standing.

“Aren’t you going to stay to finish your wine?” Steve asked, gesturing towards the discarded glass.

“I never liked that shit anyway.” You whispered, before creating a gateway, and stepping through, the blue sparks quickly closing behind you as Steve’s mouth gaped in wonder.

-That night you walked into the museum, your father staring at one of the artifacts in the glass display case as your reflection appeared behind his. “You know you don’t have to go, I am sure Tony can make a fool of himself without your assistance.”

“I know, I am just going to make sure he doesn’t.” You smiled, as Strange slowly turned to look at you, noticing the red rim of your eyes, “I’ll be fine Dad, besides we both know I am the better master of the arts anyway.”

He chuckled as he shook his head, “I know I just worry…”

“That I’ll run away with Sam and leave you to defend the Sanctuary all alone?”

“I worry you will get hurt.”

“You really think Tony, or Steve would let me get hurt?” You asked, “I mean honestly, I already told you everything there is to know about those two, in the end they would never let…”

“Just….. don’t forget why you are there.” Strange replied as you forced a smile, and answered, “To maintain peace among the Avengers, and the world.”

-You opened the gateway to the hotel, and walked into room to see Happy looking at you in total annoyance, “The kid is vlogging.”

“He’s excited.”

“He’s annoying.”

“He is probably going to be around a lot more after this so you better get used to it, especially now that Wanda and I are not the youngest anymore.”

“At least you two leave me alone.” He groaned, and then he heard a crash in the other room.

“Son of a…” he groaned

“I got this.” You smiled, “Get a burger.”

-When you walked into Peter’s hotel room you couldn’t help but smile, “Hey.”

He turned around startled, “Hey, You’re…”

“[Y/N], Tony Stark’s partner in crime, you must be Peter.”

“How did you…”

“It’s kinda my job, we’ve been looking at your work for a while now, I must say I am impressed with the suit.”

“Thanks… I ummm made it myself.”

“The web shooters are extremely impressive, Tony sent me pictures on the jet ride back here.”

“He did!” He was excited, however he quickly cleared his throat and replied, “I mean he did?”

“He did. Did he show you the case yet?”

“Who Happy…. nah, he umm seems…”

“Give it time, soon you will see he is just a big softie, next time you come over, we will have to stop at this amazing Jewish bakery, we can pick up his favorite…”

“Wait, there will be a next time?”

“Yeah, depending on how tomorrow goes, I am sure you will be hanging out a lot more with us, especially if you keep building stuff like this.” You turned your phone around to show the computer set up in his room.

“Wow, Mr. Stark really showed you everything.” He replied, “Yup, however I want to show you something.”

“Wait? This isn’t a closet?” Peter asked as you turned, “No, this is the rest of your room.”

“Oh wow, this is way bigger than I thought.” He said, amazed, camera still in hand as you walked over to the silver case, “so this is yours.”

“A minor upgrade?” He asked, reading the card Tony left with it as you hit a small button, and the whole case sprung open, as Peter gasped, “Oh my.. this is all…. what?”

“Rest up kid, and don’t forget to put this suit on before you leave, last thing I want is Sam picking you apart over your outfit choices.”

-When you reentered Happy’s room you smiled, “That should take care of him for a while.”

-That morning Tony went to your room, “I’m sorry Kid.”

“I know, but it is my duty to protect not only the world, but my family, and if Steve is a threat to this family, and I am the only one who can…”

“I know, but it doesn’t make it right.”

“Evacuate the airport before we go, we are gonna need it.” You answered, as you smiled, not sure if you were ready to fight your best friends, or ex lover.

-When you all took your positions before Steve ran into the empty airfield, Tony asked you to stand behind the white van, and wait for the appropriate time to appear. “Course.” Was all you said.

-“You did that when you signed.” Steve said, as you slowly walked out, his eyes meeting yours as you replied, “No Steve, you did that when you choose to chase Bucky without telling the team why.”

“We’re done, you’re going to turn Barnes over now, [Y/N] is going to open a gateway and you are going to walk through it, straight into a heavily guarded area, and pray that Ross takes it easy on you.

“And why would I do that?”

“Because it is us, and the alternative is much more bloody and gun orientated. Come on.”

“We found it.” Sam said into Steve’s intercom, “Their quinjet is in hangar five, north runway.”

-The look on his face caught your attention, and caused you to look up and see Redwing, “Sorry Redwing.” You whispered before opening a gateway and closing it behind him, as Sam went, “What the hell was that!”

-You had another open across town, as Sam screamed, “Redwing is in downtown Berlin now, how the heck…”

“So, what else can you do [Y/N]?” Steve asked as Sam straightened a bit

“A lot more than just make Sam’s little toy disappear across town.” You replied, “Steve just listen to him, if you come peacefully I am sure Ross will listen to everything you have to say about the other…”

“But will he? Can he stop five super soldiers in time?” Steve answered, his eyes fixed on you, as your answer lied on your face, “We both know.”

“Enough!” Tony yelled, “Last chance Steve, either you come now or you punch your way out?”

-Lifting his hands, the arrow shot right through the webbing, freeing him as Tony turned trying to find Clint, Steve’s voice prominent as he said, “Alright Lang.”

Next thing you knew Peter was getting kicked in the face by a man you had only heard about from Sam, and seen footage of. The shield in his hand as he stated, “I believe this is yours Captain America.”

“Oh great.” Tony said, “I see two in the parking duct, one of them is Maximoff, I’m going to grab her. Rhodey wanna take Cap?”

“I got two in the terminal, Wilson and Barnes.”

“I got it,” you replied, as T’Challa spoke at the same time, “Barnes is mine.”

“Hey, Mr. Stark, what should I do?” Peter asked, but before he could reply you said, “Peter, wanna come help me web ‘em up?”

“Okay, copy that.” Peter stated, swinging on to the terminal, you were unaware that inside Sam was exhaling as he ran, “Everyone has a gimmick.” Just as you opened a gateway and stepped right in front of them, causing them to stop in their tracks.

“Sam, Bucky, please don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

“So now not only are you Stephen Strange’s daughter but you are also enhanced?” Sam asked as you looked at him, knowing what he was doing, “This happened after you broke my heart on the roof, call it self improvement.”

“Anything else I should know?”

“T’Challa is on his way to take down Barnes, and SpiderMan is coming to help take you guys down.”

“And why are you here?” Bucky asked.

“To put on a show.” You replied, producing a ball of magic, which you quickly threw towards Bucky, the force knocking him back a few feet as Sam looked to you, “Some show.”

“Don’t worry, I have a special preview for you.”

-Before either of you could land a hit, Peter came crashing through the window and landing both feet into Sam’s side, as Bucky struggled to get up, “Thanks kid.” You answered

“No problem, I am just happy I could…”

“Behind.” You yelled, as Peter whipped around and grabbed Bucky’s flying fist, turning it away he exclaimed, “No way, You have a metal arm? That is awesome, dude.”

-When Sam jumped up, you quickly tried to create a field around Peter and Bucky, but were too late, Sam had already lifted Peter into the air as he screamed, “You have the right to remain silent!”

“He is far too chatty.” Bucky groaned as you looked towards him, “So how much more of a show do we need?”

“What?”

“I know who you are, Steve was telling me about you and how you are…”

-Just as he went to continue Peter side tackled Bucky, signaling that he had lost Sam.

“Be careful kid, Birdman is a trained Air Force pilot.” You stated, as Sam screamed, “Giving away all my secrets sweetheart?”

“Never.” You answered, as you sent another ball of energy towards him, this one he dodged, but you sent several more towards him. A few hit but none of them were as forceful as the one you hit Bucky with.

-Sam noticed, but didn’t say a word

- At the same time he was trying to fend off Peter’s webs, and make sure that Bucky wasn’t getting attacked.

-When Peter webbed his jet pack you created a force field to break Sam’s fall, which Peter noticed, but he didn’t have time to say anything as Bucky threw a metal disk at him. He quickly dodged it, and stuck Sam to the banister, “Those wings carbon fiber?”

“Is this stuff coming out of you?”

“That would explain the rigidity-flexibility ratio, which I must say is pretty awesome, man.”

“I don’t know your fighting history, but normally there isn’t this much chit chat.”

“Sam let the kid have his fun, and yes that is carbon fiber.” You replied as you looked to him

“Never said he couldn’t, just don’t like sticky shit all over me sweetheart.”

-When he said that you gave him a knowing look, but held your tongue. However you could see Bucky running at you, and shifted to the side as Peter swung into the duo and caused the glass banister to break, as they fell he covered Sam in webbing, and stuck Bucky’s Vibranium arm to the ground. The two of you looking down at the duo surrounded by shattered glass.

“Guys look I would love to stay and chat, but I only have one job, and I am really trying to impress Mr. Stark, so I’m sorry but I have to…”

-All of a sudden he screamed, and you watched a newly appeared Redwing catch his web and take him through the window.

“You couldn’t have done that sooner?” Bucky groaned as Sam replied, “I hate you.”

-You quickly jumped down, and looked at the pair, and cut the webbing using an energy generated weapon “You are lucky I love you.”

-It slipped, you didn’t even realize what you had said, but Sam just looked at you, his heart rate quickened as he whispered, “Then why are you on Stark’s side?”

“What?”

“If you really loved me, we wouldn’t be fighting right now?”

“I am doing this because I was asked, not because I volunteered, I know why we are fighting today, and I know what you guys are trying to stop. I agree with Steve, but at the end of the day the Accord is the only way we can protect…”

“Whose agenda are you serving?”

“The agenda that comes with my title, trust me, I wish more than anything that I could just serve my own, but the Accord will make it far easier for my father and I to protect the world from mystical and supernatural threats if I don’t have to worry about…”

“Sam, Buck, we gotta go.” Steve yelled, as they looked at you.

“Come with us.” Sam said, his hand outstretched to you.

“What?”

“Come with us to stop the psychiatrist from uncovering the other super soldiers? I will only ask once [Y/N], and if you ever loved me…”

-You opened the gateway to where the quinjet was, “Go, I’m right behind you.”

“Come with…”

“You have to go first, I can’t keep it open once I go through.” You lied, as Sam looked to you, his hand dropping, knowing what you were doing.

-When they went through, Bucky looked back expecting you to be behind them, but instead saw the blue gateway closing, Sam was already running towards the others.

As soon as you closed it, Tony’s voice filled your ear, “We are calling in Vision.”

-At the line up, you were standing across from Sam, your eyes meeting as he looked towards you, “What do we do Cap?”

“We fight.”

“This should end well.” Nat replied as you both started towards each other, all of you picking up speed as Peter stated, “They’re not stopping.”

“Neither are we.” Tony replied

-As soon as the fighting started you and Wanda ended up facing off.

“We are still friends right?”

“Depends, did you know Stark was having me locked away?”

“Not how he did, but yes. Wanda we were making a plan though…. that was not the plan.”

“How do I know?”

“Trust me, do I look like I want you locked away in a prison cell?” You asked as she turned and caught Natasha’s ankle and threw her away from Clint.

-When Scott got inside Tony’s suit, and he started to fall, you immediately produced a force field under him and caught his fall.

- “We need a diversion.” Sam replied, “a big one.”

“Why don’t we just ask your girl if she will make us another portal?” Bucky asked as Steve looked towards him, “His girl?”

“She isn’t my girl.” Sam snapped, “and besides, she seems a bit preoccupied.”

“With what?”

“Trying to knock me out of the sky.” Sam groaned, as you threw another blue orb at him.

“Trouble in paradise clearly.” Bucky answered, as Steve laughed, “You have no idea.”

-When you saw Steve and Bucky running you tried to catch up, however Wanda stopped you, knocking you back a few feet as she blasted you, “Sorry.” She whispered

-When Rhodey hit Wanda with the echolocation signals and she screamed, you threw several blue orbs at him, knocking him away, “Back off.” You growled at him.

“Whose side are you on?” She gasped as you replied, “honestly, I don’t know anymore.”

-You caught Peter when Scott accidentally hit him, the force field slightly breaking his fall, however it was still enough of an impact to cause you and Tony to rush to him, “Kid, you alright?”

Peter gasped awake and went in swinging, “Hey hey, same side, guess who. Hi, it’s us.”

“Oh.” Peter gasped out, “Sorry… I…”

“You okay kid?” You asked

“Yeah, never better.” Peter exhaled in relief

“Good, you’re done, and if I find out from [Y/N] that you tried rejoining the fight, or didn’t stay down, I’m calling Aunt May.” Tony threatened, before blasting off, leaving Peter to look at you, “I promise I’m…”

“I know, you did amazing okay. But….. stay down.” You replied.

-As the quinjet flew over your head, you couldn’t help but notice Rhodey, Tony and Sam following, and then all you saw was the beam.

“No!” You screamed, as Sam dodged it, and watched as Rhodey got hit.

-You opened a gateway to the crash, and ran through just as Tony blasted Sam to the ground, Your feet went straight to him as you knelt beside him, a groan exiting as he held his ribs, “Am I dying?” He joked

“No, but I might kill you myself in a second.” You whispered, “However, that just depends on if I think prison will kill you first.”

“I never said it back.”

“What?”

“I know I am the one who broke up with you, but I still love you. I never….”

“Shhhhh.” You replied, just as the police arrived, “I know.”

-When they took him, and everyone else, you stood in the air field with Nat, “Think we did the right thing still?”

“No.” You replied.

-Tony never told you he was going to the prison while Rhodey got his MRI. Nor did he tell you what the others were facing in the prison.

-While Rhodey was getting his MRI you stood in the waiting room

- “what do you need? They feed you yet?” Tony asked Sam as he faced the padded wall, his face turned to meet the billionaire’s as he sighed, “So what are you? The good cop?”

“I’m just the guy who needs to know where Steve went, and wants to be able to look their best friend in the face and tell her that the love of her life is okay.”

“Tell her I’m fine, in a cute little holding cell.”

“As for Steve?”

“You better start playing bad cop.”

-When Tony returned from Russia, you greeted him with a warm smile, “Welcome back, finally going to tell me where you went?”

“How’s Rhodey?”

“Good, they have him on a couple heavy duty pain killers, but he is asleep now.”

“Sam’s good by the way, they have them in a nice facility, feeding all of them good, I made sure of it myself.”

“So that’s where you’ve been?”

“Amongst other things, however I think Steve will be filling you in shortly, however if they ask, I have no idea where you are, or that You are aiding criminals.”

“What?” You asked, just as your phone rang, the ID said, Cap

“I need a gateway.” Was all he said.

-When you and Cap walked into the prison, Sam’s eyes met yours, as you rushed to Wanda’s cell, and using your abilities you created a hole in her cell, and began unfastening the straightjacket.

“Talk to her.” Steve said once he got Sam out, but you were already ushering them through the gateway before anyone could say a word, and you shut it behind them, before making your own to the compound.

-When you emerged from the gateway, Tony was sitting in the dark, whiskey in hand as he sipped it, “Have fun on your date?”

“Of course.” You smiled, “What are you doing in the…”

“Bucky killed them.”

“Who?”

“My parents, he was on a mission, to get the serum that created the other five. That serum just happened to be in the trunk of Howard Stark’s car. He caused the crash, took the serum and killed Howard and Martha Stark, then took the security footage and fled.”

“Tony…”

“If you are going to parrot Cap, don’t bother. However I need your help.”

“I will not tell you…”

“I know. I just need to know how to process it. I mean for so long I believed it was just a freak accident, but now…. now I am learning it was murder.”

-You talked about it Tony every few days, for hours.

- Tony begged you to move back into the upstate base, however you didn’t. You would constantly be stopping by through gateways but you never spent the night. Your father had told you it would be okay, but you never told Tony that.

- Ross was constantly trying to contact you, thinking that your previous relationship with Wilson meant that you had some form of information on where the team was.

“You must be desperate if you are contacting his ex girlfriend looking for information.”

“I don’t need the attitude Miss Strange.”

“And I don’t need to be constantly reminder that two of my best friends are on the lamb due to your little Accord.”

“An Accord that your best friend Mr. Stark is in full support of, an Accord you defended while in Berlin.”

“Ross, if I knew where they were, do you really think I would be answering this phone call right now.”

“Miss Strange, need I remind you that…”

“Goodbye Ross.” You smiled, before hanging up the phone, and looking at Tony from across the table, “I swear Ross is going to drive me insane.”

“I’ll talk to him.” Tony replied, looking up from the blueprints of the latest creation you both wanted to create.

-After that call, Ross never called you again about the Avengers

-You ended up getting a new car, this one was a black Honda Fit Sport, you named her Obsidian. When you drove her off the lot, the first place you went was to the Midtown School of Science and Technology, and sat on the hood of your car with your shades on, waiting for the final bell. When you saw him you shouted, “Hey Peter.”, with a wave. His face shocked as Ned looked at him, and whispered, “Dude how does the hot chick know your name?”

“She’s ummmm one of Mr. Stark’s assistants, she must be here to take me to the lab… for ummm the scholarship.” Peter stuttered as he looked towards Ned, “I gotta go.”

“Dude, you’re the…”

“Wizard, yeah I know. Hop in.” You smiled

“I thought Mr. Stark said I didn’t have to…”

“Oh I wasn’t going to take you to Mr. Stark, I thought we could just… hang out. I mean Tony is one of my best friends, and you are his apprentice, so I might as well get to know you, seeing how I am sure we will be seeing a lot more of each other.”

-On the nights Peter would be patrolling the city you would always open a gateway, and go sit with him for a while on the rooftops. You would always bring snacks, and water for him too.

-Once he tried telling you that you didn’t have to sit with him, but you just chuckled and rolled your eyes, “And have to listen to Tony whine that the kid is hurt and can’t go play in the lab with us, no thanks.”

“He really would do that?”

“Listen, one thing about Tony, that you need to know, is that he may come off like he doesn’t want you around, or like an ass, but he cares. He would be heartbroken if anything ever happened to you, honestly he would probably blame himself. He means well though, even if he doesn’t want to take a selfie with you right away.”

-The day you met Aunt May, she instantly liked you.

-Aunt May loved you, whenever Peter would invite you to his apartment to hang out May would always have something cooking on the stove, and a smile on her face as she greeted you from the kitchen.

-Occasionally you would create a gateway to Wakanda, and walk right into Steve’s room. Normally he would be in the living area, sketching away. However a few times you would arrive to him emerging from the shower.

-Natasha would always rush into Steve’s room as soon as she learned of your arrival, “Why don’t you randomly stop by my room ever?”

“ Because you would shoot me if I did.” You replied with a smile, as Steve added, “she has a point.”

-You normally didn’t talk to Sam though when you were there, you two might steal glances at one another, but you never really conversed.

-One day you woke up to a phone call from Sarah, “Sarah?”

“Do you know where he is?” She asked

“Where who is, Sarah?”

“Sammy.” You could hear the tears in her voice, as she took a deep breathe, “He has been gone for over a month, and nothing, not a single word or sign that he is okay.”

“Sarah, I’m sorry I have no idea where he could be. Honestly I didn’t even know he broke out. We kind of lost touch after the breakup.”

“The breakup?”

“Yeah, the breakup.”

“Whose breakup?”

“Sarah…. Did Sam not tell you that he and I broke up after it came out that I was Strange’s lost daughter?”

“No.” Her voice completely changed as she went on, “He actually was telling me that you are always busy in the lab, and that’s why you are never there when I call, or with him when he visits, and to not call you because Tony will get jealous that you are taking to someone other than him while working.”

-You couldn’t help but laugh, knowing that Sam did it to avoid hearing an earful about it from Sarah, who would have told him his decision to break up with you was stupid, so you just smiled and went, “I didn’t want to drag him into the shit storm though that is life with acclaimed Doctor Stephen Strange, so I just called it off. It was my decision Sarah.” You lied

“Well when I find him, I’ll tell him that he is an idiot for letting you break up with him over your last name.”

-In the time after Berlin, you had formed a friendship with Bucky, at first he was just amused that you were a wizard, and complimented you on bringing him down that day at the airport. Now you two were very close, whenever you were in Wakanda, half of your visit would be with the man they called the White Wolf.

-Bucky always teased you about Sam, and wondered how you two ever fell for each other.

-You has very interesting conversations as well

- “Can you teach me how to be a wizard?”

“Bucky, I can’t.”

“Why not! You helped your father learn?

“Because my magic can’t make Sam’s pillow turn into gum balls.” You responded, as he smiled, “You know me too well Strange.

- “So what do you think those sheep are thinking?” He huffed as you both were stacking hay for his sheep.

“They are probably wondering why the heck there are no male sheep, and wondering if it is because their master would be jealous.”

- “ I am just wondering [Y/N], when are you going to tell Metal Wings that you are hopelessly in love with him?”

“I am not in love with him.”

“You can lie to yourself, but not me Strange.”

- “So I was thinking maybe you and I could go on a double date, you bring Sam and I will bring...”

“Steve.” You interrupted, smiling when you heard him huff out a nevermind.

- “Do you think I will ever be known as more than just the Winter Soldier?” He asked as you both laid in the grass

“Of course I do Bucky, they just have to see that you are more than what Hydra made you become.”

-Bucky taught you Romainian, and most times that’s how you would speak to one another if you wanted to have secret conversations

-Once at the Upstate compound you got a package addressed for Natasha, grabbing it quickly you took it and created a gateway to her empty room, and left it sitting on her nightstand.

-Whenever you would go to Wakanda to check in on him Shuri was always waiting at the landing for you, a huge smile on her face as she raced to you, and engulfed you in a hug.

-Steve had told T’Challa that you were a mad scientist with Tony, naturally she overheard that comment and began asking you a million questions about your inventions.

-You would spend some time in the lab as well helping her create. When you would return to Bucky’s hut he would always joke that Tony would be jealous of your new inventing partner, to which you would respond, “No I think he would be more upset with the company I am keeping right now.”

“That wasn’t me.” His voice would always get grim and you would look at him with sympathetic eyes, “I know Buck… not everyone can grasp that though.”

-Bucky always joked that you were his best girl, which he told you was the highest compliment back in the day. The first time he said that to you however you rebuttaled, “Oh yes, cause it is such a compliment that you are not only claiming us as your property, and categorizing me by my gender, but you are also telling me that, if I was your girlfriend, you have so many other options chasing after you, but are just settling for me.”

“Sometimes, I can’t tell if you are pulling my leg or not?”

“I am.” You smiled as he rolled his eyes, “Women.”

-When Peter turned down being an avenger you smiled, and looked to the ground. “Well we have a room full of reporters apologizing waiting for grand news.”

“Happy, you still have that ring I gave you back when…” before Tony could finish though Happy produced a gorgeous, simple engagement ring, one that you knew Tony had bought the day he met Miss Potts.

“Let’s give them an announcement then, I hope you say yes Pep.” Tony snatched the ring before taking Pepper’s hand. The room erupted in applause moments later, triggering you to look at Peter, “Honestly kid, you are a miracle worker.”

“Why, what did I..”

“You just made Miss Strange here win our little wager.” Happy grumbled as he pulled two, crumbled $50 dollar bills out of his wallet, “I thought he was going to die with me still holding onto that ring.”

“And I said he would do it before they had a child together.” You smiled, taking the money, “Pleasure as always Happy.”

-The wedding happened within 2 months of the proposal. Every night you and Pepper would spend flipping through planners, and samples, all while Tony watched from the couch. However one night he stated, “Pepper have you picked out your maid of Honor yet?”

“Yeah, I told you the other night, a few of my college friends will be in my party. Have you picked yours yet?”

“Yeah, clearly I would love to have Bruce, but since he is MIA still, I figured I would have the kid, Happy, Rhodey as my groomsmen, and [Y/N] as my Best Woman.”

-Your breath hitched when he announced that to the room, your drink almost spilling out over your pink lipstick as you looked to him, “Are you sure, I mean you and Rhodey go way back, and Happy has worked for you for years.”

“You’re right, but you are my best friend, my partner in crime, where I go, I always know you will be. Why would I want anyone else when I already know I have the best option, sitting on my couch right now, looking at napkin settings because I don’t want to.”

-On the day of the wedding you walked out of the bathroom in a beige pantsuit, which matched the suits that the boys were wearing, aviator sunglasses and black heels. All the boys hyped you up so much when they saw you, however no one’s reaction cracked you up more than Peter’s.

“Holy shit, clearly your magic isn’t the only thing you have been hiding.”

-As the woman got ready, Tony’s party drank whiskey and bourbon from crystal glasses. Smiles never left any of your faces, especially when you cut a very buzzed Peter off, and looked at Tony, “You’ll thank me when you realize just how pissed Pep will be if he is black out drunk during your wedding.”

-When you were all lining up for the persession you were paired with Pepper’s best friend, who had no issue pointing out that you were a woman, before walking out beside you.

-At the reception, you and Peter danced your hearts out to almost every song.

-When it came to the speeches, Pepper’s friend told a very moving story about her time with Pepper, the whole side of Pepper’s family and friends releasing an aweee every several seconds, while you leaned over to Happy and joked, “She is far more interesting now.”

-Not once did she bring up Tony, but how could she, cause she didn’t really know him.

-When she passed you the mic she whispered, “Don’t mess up.”

“Thanks, I’ll try not to embarrass you.” You smiled as you faced the audience and exhaled.

“Hello, as many of you know I am the person Tony tasked to make sure he didn’t lose the wedding rings, if any of you were wondering, yes I am [Y/N] Strange, daughter to Dr. Stephen Strange. As many of you may also know I went MIA for a while, meaning that when Tony met me, I was just a girl with a fake identity and a fancy degree that stated I can listen to your problems, but for 70 cents less than a male. I wasn’t a superhuman like my boyfriend’s best friend, I didn’t have a fancy gadget like my boyfriend when I moved into the Avenger tower, I wasn’t a super spy, or a mad scientist, or a father with three kids, I was just out of place. However Tony never made me feel that way, in fact he made me feel like I had been there my whole life. Our first real interaction Tony actually took me into the room he declared my office and talked to me for hours down there, instead of enjoying his party because one of his groomsmen forgot to remove my father from the guest list. I like to think that I always got to see a side of Tony no one else did, even when we created an AI system who wanted to remove us from the world, or when we accidentally destroyed the kitchen making Pepper breakfast, I have never seen the entitled version of Tony Stark all these reporters write about. However I have also never seen a Tony Stark without Pepper Potts. Pepper truly is the glue that holds Tony together some days, honestly we trade off on days cause sometimes relationships are hard, and you want to strangle your partner, so those days you call in their best friend, and you go relax beside the kiddy pool that you bought to hold the beers three Fourth of July’s ago. These two have a relationship I can only dream of having, and their ability to be selfless is unmatched. I will never forget the day that Tony told me about him wanting to marry Pepper, which I told him should have happened years ago. She was smart, pretty, and somehow was able to deal with Tony deciding at a whim he was going to fly across the world to buy the latest and greatest foreign race car that is in navy blue and silver, along with all of our other random adventures and experiments. She is wonderful and somehow we are blessed to have her in our lives, and she makes mine and Tony’s random adventures far more entertaining. So to you two, who bless my life day in and day out, may we all celebrate you both tonight and get far too drunk for our own goods.” You raise your glass and took the shot as you smiled, “To more years of you.”

-When you were done taking the drink, Tony walked over to you and embraced you, “Thank you for not sharing any crazy stories.” He whispered

“I thought about it, but I figured Pepper still doesn’t know that we went to Germany and bar crawled the entire country in the course of a week.”

-You spent the entire night dancing with Tony, Pepper, Rhodey, Happy, May, and Peter, your smiles wide as the music pulsed through the speakers.

-By the time the party ended, it was just Tony, you and Happy. The dj was playing one last song as Tony outstretched his hand to you, “How about a dance?”

“Of course.” You smiled, taking his hand as you rose, and followed him to the dance floor as he put his hand on your waist, your hand rested on his shoulder as you both started to twirl to the music.

“Thank you by the way.” Tony whispered as you looked at him, his eyes slightly watery as you looked at him in the soft yellow glow of the party lights

“For what?”

“For being you, for being the person I know I can rely on, for being the daughter I always wanted, for helping me when I need it. You are one of the most authentic people I know, and I love that about you. I only wish you had come into my life sooner, and that you didn’t leave when Wilson was an idiot.”

“Thank you for being you.” You whispered, “You make being your friend so easy, it’s just simple to be myself around you. Thank you for showing me that there are still good men in New York.”

-When you went to bed that night, you opened your phone, your finger lingered over the call button and after several seconds, you closed the screen, and put the phone away. Tossing it to the bed you flopped down beside it on the sheets and sighed. As you looked to the side, once again, as you considered calling the saved number you still have for Sam. However you decided against it, and figured in the morning you would just fly to see Steve tomorrow. You sent him a quick text and told him you were coming

-When you arrived Steve was waiting for you on the landing platform, “You know you don’t need to wait here for me, I can always just open a gateway to your room?”

“I know, however I always feel like you will be more comfortable meeting here, especially since I share a room with Sam.”

“I appreciate it.” You whispered, “However after last night’s party, all I wanna do is stretch out in your bed and eat some nachos.”

“I can help make that happen.”

-Once you were in Steve’s room, and started to eat your plate of nachos, you looked at him, “Where’s Nat? She hasn’t crashed into the room yet?”

“She said she had to take care of some old business, she should be back in a few days.”

“Well she better hurry back, otherwise I might have to talk to Wilson just to get away from you.”

“So are you guys going to ever talk about what he said…”

“He was concussed Steve, he had just fallen out of the sky, Tony shot him… I am sure he wasn’t thinking straight.”

“And if he…”

“I’m going to go check on Bucky.” You interrupted, before leaving the room, the door slamming loudly behind you as you wiped the tears from your eyes.

-You were in Wakanda when you got a phone call from Peter, “Hey Spidey boy, what’s…”

“She knows.” The panic was clear in his voice

“Who knows?”

“Aunt May…. she walked in the room, I was… I was trying on the suit Mr….”

“Peter, deep breath.” You instructed, Bucky’s eyebrow raising as you started coaching Peter. After a few minutes of guided deep breathing you asked, “Now what happened?”

“Aunt May walked into my room while I was trying on the new suit Mr. Stark made me.”

“How did she react?”

“Shocked…. she said she wants to talk to me in the living room. What am I gonna…”

“You are gonna talk to her, explain everything that happened and tell her that you aren’t alone.”

“What am I supposed to tell her, Mr. Stark protects me with a suit?”

“And tell her you have a friend with magical abilities who is always watching you in what is called the mirror dimension, and can get to you in seconds if something goes wrong.”

“Are you sure…”

“Listen Peter, the problem she is going to have isn’t the fact that you are SpiderMan, it is going to be that you are her nephew, her only nephew. She wants to know that you are safe. Reassure her that you are, and when you are done, call me.”

“Will you be watching?”

“No, I think it is best if you both talk without thinking I am watching over your shoulder, but I know you can do this.”

“Okay.” He said to himself, “I can do this.”

-When you hung up Bucky asked, “Was that your new boyfriend?”

“No.” You responded, “That was the kid from Berlin.”

“The kid that talked too much, and stole Steve’s shield.”

“The very same.”

-After your trips to Wakanda Tony would always look at you, “So how is the man who…”

“I have no idea who you are referring to Tony.” You answered, with a fake smile, as Tony would grumble in annoyance, “You know you love me old man.”

“You’re lucky I do.” He would say, normally followed by pointing whatever tool he was holding at you.

-Peter would also be excited to see you when you returned, normally he would be the first person to the quinjet, his arms wrapping around you quickly as you gripped him back.

“I was only gone for a week.” You’d say as he replied, “I know, but it felt like a lifetime.”

-You always got Peter something from the marketplace when you would go to Wakanda.

-Also everytime he would come to the tower, you would always have a pressed, NY style, Cuban sandwich with extra pickles ready for him.

-Sometimes when you were both bored, and Tony didn’t have anything for you both to tinker with, he would ask you about being a wizard. The magic dancing across your fingertips as you told him about your days in Kamar-Taj

-Peter also desperately wanted to meet your father. However you were not a huge fan of this idea, mostly because you knew your father didn’t want to be made a spectacle.

-Once day while Peter was in the bathroom May looked over to you laying in her armchair, your eyes scanning over the latest science magazine you had picked up, “You know I never thanked you.”

“For what?” You looked up from the glossy pages as she wiped her hands on the towel, “For watching out for Peter.”

“It’s really no…”

“I know, but… it is just comforting knowing he isn’t out there alone.”

-Dispute Steve’s constant attempts, you nor Sam ever really spoke after the field. You both were just content with knowing that you both still loved each other, and were waiting for the other to make the first move.

-The few times you saw Nat after she vanished from Wakanda, you were in smaller countries, both dressed in sunglasses and baseball caps as you sipped lattes at cafes. She told you all about the secret missions Steve, Sam and her were leading.

-You complimented her blonde hair, however you couldn’t help but critique the jacket, “What’s with the vest?”

“What do you mean, it’s cute.”

“And totally not something you would ever buy.”

“It was a gift.”

“So that doesn’t mean you have to wear it.”

“But it’s functional, I mean look at all the pockets.” She smiled as you shook your head, “Whatever you say Romanoff.”

“He misses you, you know?” She said one day a year after the break out, “He is just too stubborn to admit it.”

“You forget that I know Sam Wilson very well, and if he wants something, he will go after it. He doesn’t want me anymore.” You admitted, as you took a long sip of the foamy liquid.

“You would be surprised.”

-You visited Wanda constantly, and while you were there you always would talk for at least an hour about the plan you once proposed to Tony. She was all for it, that was until she asked where you two would be building the location. You had bounced a few ideas off one another, until you said, “What about Jersey?”

“Jersey?”

“I mean everything is legal there it seems, and besides, if it is located in an empty field, the amount of room we would have to build this facility…”

-When Vision wasn’t visiting Wanda, you and her would watch whatever reruns were playing on the tv, or purchase a DVD from the small store on the corner while eating take out. However if Vision was there, you three would just spend the day cooking, each of you tackling a dish as you all laughed amongst yourselves, and discussed the future.

- There was a day where you awoke in the Sanctuary to the phone ringing, your hand outstretched as you picked it up without looking at the ID, “Tony, what the hell did I tell you about calling me before the damn alarm goes off?”

“My deepest apologies Miss Strange, I was unaware….”

“Vision, how often must I tell you that [Y/N] is just fine?”

“Okay, [Y/N], I need your help.”

“With?”

“I would like to buy a home for Wanda and I. That way we can stop hiding in hotels, and live a normal life.”

-You helped him buy a plot of land in Westview New Jersey, and never told him that you were planning on building the house with the mirror dimension software you had created with Tony.

-You also never shared with him that you were buying the deed to the small, run down town, and began to fix it up in an effort to make a beautiful home for your friends.

-Wanda hated when you would go home, her eyes always watering as you hugged her goodbye, “Come back soon.” She whispered as you pulled back and smiled, “I will as soon as I can, be good.”

“Never.” She joked as you opened the gateway and stepped into Peter’s room, which always made him panic, “Warning next time!”

“Why? It’s not like I don’t already know you and Ned are building Star War replicas.”

“What if I was….”

“Peter… I just know when to drop in, okay?”

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pheita · 1 year

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for the ask game!

👀 - An excerpt from my WIP

Hi asher-orion, here an excerpt of "Flowers of Fire" This is still early in the book when Thane just got acquainted with being a kitsune, and they decided to let out some steam during some sort of underground fights.

"Gotcha," Aleena giggled into his neck. Her arms wrapped around him. She'd been extremely clingy since his father's visit, he felt, but he didn't mind either. "Afraid I'll grab someone else?" "Who could match me?" "Good question? Maybe I'll just wait and see who beats you?", Thane teased her. Aleena just snorted, but laughed anyway. "Shit, get a room. There's fighting going on," a young woman grumbled as she walked past them. "You better go to the bathhouse, sweetie," a Lillim threw back at her with a laugh, "From the way you sound, you need to get laid." Throaty laughter from the bystanders didn't make it any better and the woman stomped off. Thane leaned back with a grin. "It'll be fun when you get to fight her." "Oh, it'll be fine." Aleena's giggle looked to him like she was even looking forward to it if it came to that. She let go of him and then pulled him along to the first ring. The first fighters were already in the corners, and it was always exciting to see what the others could do. "This is going to be fun." Her focused gaze on the smaller of the two opponents puzzled Thane. "Why?" "He's a wolf. The other a snake. You wouldn't think so until you saw them as human. Have fought both of them before." More and more spectators gathered around the ring. The noise increased as the first bets were taken. Thane slid in behind Aleena and put his arms long across her shoulders. Both were focused on the fight that would begin at any moment. "My esteemed guests," chimed in from above them, " Welcome to tonight's night of battles. I wish a successful night to the fighters and a lot of fun to the spectators." "Oswald…",Aleena just laughed. Her amusement was shared by a few others. A man with a green sash entered the ring, who Thane assumed was the referee. After a brief conversation with the two opponents, the fight was released. Thane had to admit, he rarely knew it so orderly, but these were not normal fights either. The werewolf grinned confidently and pranced a step to the left, then to the right, but the snake spirit seemed unimpressed and teetered on the spot, waiting. As resentment spread that nothing was happening, the snake spirit suddenly lunged forward and sent the werewolf reeling with a punch to the stomach. As quickly as the attack came, the snake spirit was back to its starting position. The attack had clearly scratched the werewolf's ego, who now launched an attack, only to be ko on the ground in the next second. Thane didn't even know what had happened. Confusion spread to the other spectators as well. "Did you see it?" "More felt it. A blow to the neck." The ring judge joined in and declared the snake spirit the winner. Resentment spread. "What's wrong?" "That was hard on the edge of what was allowed. Abilities may not be used, but he used the natural high speed he has as a snake spirit." The gaze searched for said snake spirit in the crowd. Aleena pushed a little into Thane with a growl. "Are you all right?" "He needs the money." "What?" "The snake. He's playing unfair because he needs the money. I know that look. He's calculating how many fights he can make and how much money he can win." His gaze was blocked by her face. Her eyes fixed on him seriously. "You stay away from him." "That's what I was planning to do. But thanks for the warning." Inevitably, he laughed a little. Her gaze narrowed, along with her lips. "It's not funny, Thane. He's a full-fledged mystical being." He leaned forward and nudged hers with his nose. "Even if he were just a human. I know that sort. He's desperate and thus capable of anything, which means he's dangerous. You forget I didn't do this for fun, my nymph."

#writblr #writing #flowers of fire

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metalbuckaroo · 2 years

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hii can you do a jealous sex with boyfriend!bucky with pussy slapping until she came? also I'd like if you added these prompt! heheh thank you <3

22. “Mine.”

56. “I’m not jealous! its just...you’re mine!”

SUMMARY// Bucky isn’t fond of random men touching you

WARNINGS// clit smacking, cursing, unprotected sex, jealous bucky, mention of unwanted attention, that may be it

AU// Bucky Barnes x f!reader

NOTE// this one has been sitting in my drafts since before I took my break back in November 😅 i just couldn’t seem to figure out how to send it

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

The hard look on Bucky's face as he stomped his way up the stairs to your shared apartment made you roll your eyes, waiting for him to unlock the door as you folded your arms across your chest.

"Buck, he was just being nice." You whined when you shut the door behind you, Bucky toeing his boots off with his back to you. "Yeah, being nice when he asked for your number. Right in front of my face- or when he 'accidentally' pinched your ass." He grumbled, going to the fridge to get a beer.

You hadn't known Bucky to get jealous, he knew how loyal both of you were for each other. No matter what. But for an unknown reason, the man at the bar seemed to pluck a nerve.

"Ok, the ass pinching was kinda weird. But, you have nothing to be jealous about. Okay?" You said softly, reaching to hold his metal wrist in your hands. "I'm not jealous! It's just... you're mine!" He huffed, bringing the dark, glass bottle to his lips to take a large drink. "No, no, you are jealous. It's written all over your face."

You were waiting in bed for Bucky to be done with his shower, already finished with yours and ready to start a new day with Bucky in a better mood.

He had huffed around for hours, a deep frown on his face as he shuffled through the house. And by the look he had when he walked into the bedroom, you knew he was still upset.

"Buck, c'mon, baby. Let it go." You sighed, reaching your hand out towards him as he walked to the dresser, towel dropping to the floor. "I'm not letting it go. What he did was uncalled for." He grumbled, turning around and pulling the blanket off of you. "What're your doing?" You said with a light laugh, trying not to look pass his chest. "Need to give you a little reminder"

Your breathing hitched when he moved to hover over you, lips molding to yours in a searing kiss that stole the breath from your lungs.

Bucky wedged a knee between yours, pushing against one of your legs to spread them so he could settle between them.

"Didn't wear any panties to bed so I'd forget all about it, huh?" He muttered against your lips when his warm fingers slipped through your folds, a choked out moan pulling from your lips when he tapped his fingers to your clit lightly.

You pulled away to look at him, the stubble of his jaw scratchy against your palms when you held his face in your hands. "I'm sorry tonight happened, Buck. You have nothing to worry about." You assured, pecking a kiss to his lips. "I know I don't, I just want you to remember whose cock you've begged for."

Bucky felt like he had a point to prove and he made sure you knew that, one orgasm wasn't going to do that. So, he worked for a second- ignoring the painful twitch of his cock every time you'd whimper his name. The rhythmic slaps to your clit had your thighs quivering again, the knot in your lower belly begging to be relieved, whimpers and whines pouring from your lips as Bucky left light marks around your now bare chest and abdomen.

You reached a hand down to gently grab his erection and he moved his hips away, clicking his tongue as he gave a more deliberate tap to your clit. "No touching- cum." He said, trying to pull a second orgasm from you as the wet slaps filled your ears. "Fuck, Bucky-" you huffed, gripping the sheets under you as he teasingly dipped a finger into your clenching walls. "One more, and I'll give you what you really want."

You let out a shaky breath when he eased two fingers into your cunt, curling them against the sweet spot just inside your walls that snapped the tightening coil in your core. Your head tipping back against the pillows in a strained moan as warmth sprouted in your veins.

Your entire body felt alive, chest heaving as you bucked your hips against his hand. A needy whine pulling from your throat.

"Greedy, aren't you? Whose are you, sugar?" Bucky said quietly, his swollen tip slipping along your folds. "Yours, Bucky- I'm yours." You panted, locking your legs around his waist to try to pull him closer. His breath fanning your lips when he leaned down. "Am I yours?"

"Yes, all mine. Please-" your words were cut off by a stuttered gasp when Bucky's hips snapped forward. A guttural moan falling from his lips as he filled you in one swift movement, setting a ruthless pace that had your shaky hands searching for something to hold onto. Finding purchase on his sturdy shoulders.

“My needy girl.”

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky fanfic #bucky fic #bucky imagine #bucky barnes smut

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stylesyourmine · 2 years

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the thing about spiders ll peter parker (andrew garfield)

a/n: hi my sweets! its nina, and its been a while! i know this isn't what or who you're used to seeing here but i watched spider-man nwh this past weekend and it's been on my mind ever since, prompting me to write about it.

pairings: peter parker x reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: this couple is so darn cute. that's literally it.

the halls were as loud as high school halls could be. rumors being spread, people screaming at the top of their lungs, girls gossiping, boys shoving each other around like a couple of footballs. teenage angst was among the air, suffocating you like hands around your neck. there was no escaping it.

you walked down the hall, wearing your boyfriends sweatshirt and a pair of jeans. finally getting to your locker you shoved your phone into your back pocket and picked up the lock, dialing in the numbers. as you got it open, you placed the lock on the locker and grabbed your afternoon classes books. you looked at the door of your locker, smiling at the picture you had taken of you and peter. it was from the night you found out he was spider-man, you guys were both smiling at each other and you had just pulled out your polaroid to seal the picture in time.

grabbing the lock, you shut the locker and, to your surprise saw a familiar face leaning next to it. your body jumped out of shock that he'd been just standing there. the brown haired boy just looked at you and smiled,

'hey pretty girl" he outstretched his hand, letting it fall on your cheek and slowly caressed it. you hadn't seen him all day, so you were happy to have been right now but jeez, could he have done it in a manner where he didn't jump scare you?

"jesus parker, you scared the living hell out of me. you know not everybody's got your super-duper spidey sense right?"

you said it in good fun, not realizing how you guys were around so many people. he moved his finger playfully to your lips, as if to shush you.

"would you be quiet loud mouth?"

you just laughed and he moved his finger back to your cheek, pulling you in for a kiss. you obliged and let your lips meet his, melting into the blissfulness that you could happily stay in forever. when he pulled away you groaned, your head sinking into his neck. he kissed your head,

"c'mon baby i just know you're so excited about your science presentation!" he piped up sarcastically. your head shot up and gave him an eye roll, this was the class you'd been dreading all day, hell all week- and you both knew it. you and peter were in the same class and had projects to work on. it was a 'free for all' assignment, meaning you could do a project about literally anything science related. the trick was, you didn't tell him what you were doing yours on.

"shut the hell up. i'm gonna look so fucking stupid in front of all of those people."

"no you're not- he said looking at you, while grabbing your hand and starting to walk down the hall,

"you're gonna do great i already know it baby. and if you panic you know i'm right there. oh and if any douche bags wanna mess with my girl, ill rough em up."

"oh i'm sure babe."

approaching the door for science the bell rang and you two sprinted inside, your teacher, mr.goldstein staring up at you- as if you'd interrupted something. you were literally only half a second late.

you and peter locked eyes and let go of each others hands, a slight smirk on peters face.

mr.goldstein was not as amused. you guys weren't always late, but when you were were it was always with each other.

"late again, i see. what do you kids do out in those halls?"

"makeout!" some kid shouted, and the rest of the class erupted in laughter. you gave him a sarcastic nod, and walked to your seat.

"that's enough, class. now. we will start off right away with your presentations, since we only have so much time together."

your stomach hurt, you were nervous. you hated speaking in front of other people, every time you did it was forced- for school. the only thing keeping you somewhat calm was knowing that peter was there with you. although he had a project of his own, he was still there.

"y/l/n would you want to start us off, since you took the liberty of being late today."

your eyes shut as soon as you heard your name, this cant be happening. of course you'd get called on first. everyone's heads turned to look at you, and you nodded.

"um, sure...mr.goldstein.'

peters eyes followed as you walked across the room to the front. he could sense you being nervous, his body just feeling it. the sweatshirt you were wearing gave you absolutely no help as it was now at least 90 degrees since you'd been sweating. he smiled at you, and mouthed, "i love you"

your heart slowed at the sight of him, and you were starting to feel somewhat better when mr.goldstein pulled up your slideshow on the board.

a big black spider popped up on your title slide, and suddenly peters face turned into one of shock and amazement.

you had done your project on spiders.

clearing your throat, you spoke,

'i- uh- i did my 'free for all' project on spiders."

"a fun fact about male spiders in particular, is uh- all they want is to be eaten. in fact if the female wont do it, the male force feeds himself to the female."

hiding a smirk, you looked at peter who was looking at you with the uttermost attention, raising an eyebrow when you said it. you went on with your presentation, giving the class random knowledge about spiders, one that they would literally never use out of this classroom. as soon as you were done, peters hand shot up, and you pointed at him, signifying it was okay for him too talk.

"so, at the beginning of your presentation you said something about male spiders wanting to be eaten by their female spiders. is that true in all cases?"

you knew what he'd meant. he wasn't talking about spiders now.

"yes. its true in all cases parker."

"cool, thanks for clarification babe."

"okay! thank you y/n, you may sit down. great presentation, let's give her a round of applause. lets hope that taught her not to be late for my class again. although i think i know who i can blame for that one."

you made your way back to your seat as everyone clapped and for the rest of that period you had completely zoned out. so much you didn't even sense peters hands waving in front of your face signifying class was over.

"baby? hello? are you-

you shook your head and grabbed your bag, sliding it over your shoulder and grabbing his hand while walking out of the room.

"whoops sorry i didn't even realize what time it was."

"spiders? really?"

"i had to keep it interesting pete"

"is that why you didn't want to practice it in front of me all week?! because it was about spiders?" he draped his arm around your shoulders and laughed, awaiting your answer.

"of course it was. it would've spoiled it'

"...so does that mean that you're gonna eat me anytime soon?"

he looked at you sweetly, raising his eyebrows. you just stood up on your tip toes and kissed his lips, biting the bottom one enough so that he'd notice. his head leaned back and widened his mouth open, as to look shocked.

"i dont know, you'll have to find out." you smiled wide and left him in the middle of the hall watching as you walked away, before eventually catching up to you and kissing your head softly.

he'd made your day better.

#peter parker #spiderman nwh #spiderweb #peterparker #andrew garfield #best spiderman movie ever #andrew garf x reader #tobey maguire #first spidey fic #wont be the last #y/n x reader #peter x reader #andrew x reader #andrew x y/n #spider-man no way home #tom holland #andrew garfield shawty

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sukirichi · 3 years

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a thing or two (m.)

tutor geto has a thing or two to teach you.

cw. oral sex (f and m receiving), lube, unprotected sex, sweet! geto, halloween setting so priest! geto, age gap, slight body worship, fingering, overall romantic sex, kitchen counter sex, dirty talk, lots of kissing, mutual masturbation, intoxication, pwp, unedited as always eep

note. for my right boob @sixeyesgojo my first ever geto fic and i hope it’s to your liking...writing this with a frozen arm and numb fingers weeeee, i almost became a geto simp.

Halloween festivals have never felt livelier in the city. People dressed up in various outfits milled about the events place, your drink nearly sloshing on the ground the more they bumped into you.

Bass and music boosted from the large speakers smack in the middle of the grounds, and everyone danced to their heart’s content, you and your friends a huge inclusion to the crowd.

You don’t really go out to parties that much. Hell, you don’t even drink.

But after numerous encouragements from your friends, you’re now dressed in she-devil skin-tight black dress, black lipstick, and red horns placed on your head. It’s hard not to feel confident and sexy – the kick of the liquor is settling down as well – when you’ve got human eyes, vampiric red eyes, ghoul sclera lenses and even a fucking Cyclops eye turning your way.

You’re excitedly grinding against your friends, the whoops and cheers mixing in with slurred mumbles of the lyrics.

The night is young and so are you.

This may have been your third or fourth drink, you don’t really know, but probably some way along the second since you’re not really hammered. You’re somewhat sober enough to feel large hands gripping your hips, a protest of not tonight, Dracula about to leave your lips when you come face to face with a face you never thought you would see here.

Clad in a long black cloak, a silver cross hung around his neck, his dark hair in a neat bun and black earrings a perfect completion to the hauntingly stunning look he pulled off, your throat ran dry.

“Sir Geto?”

“Hey, it’s you,” your tutor spoke up with unmasked interest, his curious eyes trailing down your revealing outfit…the way your dress hugged all your curves and how your breasts are practically popping from your top. Geto smirked, “And please, we’re not studying at home, just call me Geto. Surprised to see you here.”

“Well, it’s Halloween, would be a shame if I didn’t go out,” laughing nervously, you found yourself acting out of habit as you twirled a strand of hair to your finger. “I’m surprised to see you here. I thought you’d have work.”

“Nah, the boys and I are free for tonight,” he answered with a grin, nodding to where his friends – a really tall white haired man and a bored blond who looks like he’s ready to leave anytime – dancing and drinking at the corner. Geto must’ve felt your unnecessary prolonged stare at his attractive friends for he’s pulling you closer again, not sexually or even hidden with motives, but because it’s hard to hear each other through the music.

“Hey, do you wanna dance?” Nodding, you waved goodbye to your friends. They didn’t really notice considering they’re way too hammered and occupied dancing with others. Surely, they wouldn’t notice your little escapade.

Geto’s warm hands leads you somewhere out the bar and into the open grounds, where cups are already littered on the grass and people are drunkenly shaking their ass to everything and everyone.

It’s a ridiculous sight that has both you and Geto laughing.

“So…you liking the festival so far?”

“It’s…pretty fun,” you admit and loop your arms around him with ease. Normally, you wouldn’t be doing this.

He may not be your actual professor or teacher, but he’s still a family friend of your friend who’s been tutoring you for the past semester and is basically the only reason you can endure math. Granted, he’s always been deadly attractive, but you’ve never really been affected by it, not up this close, anyway.

But you’re most definitely closer now, and Geto’s forehead is pressed against yours as he sways you both side to side.

“My first time drinking and I feel so light,” Geto hums at your slightly intoxicated eyes, his grin turning gummy when your curious hands trail up his robes to experimentally grope his pecs.

“First time, huh? We’ll I’ll be here to hold you up if you feel dizzy.”

“Thanks,” you beamed up at him. Geto, albeit being at least seven years older, feels so youthful that you’re not really bothered by the age gap. Again, it could be the alcohol, but he feels so warm, so nice, that you lean back to survey him this time around. “You look great, by the way, though you’re dressed up as…”

Geto rolls his eyes before you can finish.

“I know, the priest costume looks weird, but we found it pretty funny so here I am.”

“No, no, it looks great,” you wave off, your smile freezing on your face when a nostalgic song starts to blast through the speakers. In your head, in your head! “Zombies by the Cranberries. A classic.”

Geto’s hands snake around your waist before they hover over your ass, his eyes mischievous and slanted as he mumbles, “It’s a great song to dance with a perfect little devil with.”

You don’t know who leaned it first.

Not like it mattered, when Geto tasted strongly of strawberry flavored bear and cheesecake. An odd combination, even more so with his spicy cologne, but it only has you pulling you in closer to him.

He’s such a great kisser. Legs turned to jelly, knees weakening and lips locking in rhythm to the beat – it feels like it’s just the two of you in that moment. Geto smiles through the kiss, tongue prodding your lips to open before you’re gasping for air. Your attempt to regain air back to your lungs is cut off when Geto leans closer to slip his tongue inside your mouth, greedily sucking on it until you’re moaning in his arms.

Soon enough, you’re both holding on to each other to the point you might as well be fucking openly.

Geto is cupping your cheeks as he excitedly kisses you, his smiles intoxicating and the bubbling laughter he lets out much like music to your ears.

“Yo, Geto, are you sure about this? She looks like a minor, dude,” one of his friends speak up, and that’s when you see his white haired friend – who has extremely azure eyes that you can’t tell whether it’s contacts or not – crossing his arms on his chest, though his amused smirk said otherwise.

If anything, the guy is only suggestive, wiggling his brows up and down as he puts his fingers into a V shape, his tongue poked out.

You snort at his gestures, and just like how Geto did before, he turns your cheeks towards him again, his gaze feral and wanting. “I assure you,” Geto murmurs over your lips, “She’s not.” Eyes wide and all attention to him the way he wants, Geto’s smirk is cunning before he leans down to capture your lips in another heated kiss.

Stumbling back to his apartment turned out to be a lot more challenging. With the urgent need to relieve each other of this burning in your cores, you and Geto have made out everywhere, hands kneading each other’s skin until you fall awkwardly at his bed.

There’s no time to worry about it though. Not when he’s eagerly unbuttoning his robe, his dark hair messed up and a few strands shielding his eyes that glimmer when you struggle to squeeze out of your dress. He helps you get it off before he hovers over you, knocking your knee with his to make you fall open. You’re left completely vulnerable and naked under his predatory gaze, large hands smoothing over your skin – from your ankle, up to your thighs and the dips in your body, before he settles right above your breasts, nipples hard between his fingers.

“Fuck, you look stunning,” he praises, biting his lip at the same time you drunkenly giggle. “Bet you taste perfect too.”

“Only one way to find out, then.”

“Come here,” Get growls and rips off your panties, your half-hearted protests completely missed in his haze of pleasure. Upon seeing you bare for him, wet and pussy lips glistening, Geto groans deep in his chest. “Such a pretty pussy. Shoulda fucked you a long time ago when we were alone for so many hours,” curling his upper lip, he begins to settle down between your legs, peering up from you under his lashes as he teasingly blows air over your core that has you shivering. “I could’ve taught you so many more things, don’t you think?”

“Careful there, father, wouldn’t want you to sin tonight.”

“Oh no, you don’t get to do that to me tonight, sweetheart,” he laughs evilly, joined by you afterwards at the little teasings. “You’re a little devil and I’m nothing but a mortal man. Of course I’d fall to the consequences of my sinful desires.”

Sitting up with your elbows resting on the mattress, you tug him by his cross, hard. “Here’s your one way ticket to hell then,” you dared, letting your legs spread wider and pushing his head down. Geto inhales sharply when the tip of his nose nudges your clit, drawing out a shuddered moan from you. “Feast for yourself.”

“Hmm, you’re a whole ass fucking meal, baby,” he marveled, giving little teasing bites on your inner thigh that you’re sure would leave a mark. “I’m going to devour you.”

Geto isn’t kidding.

You clearly undermined him, or perhaps you knew all along what he could do and you just wanted to bring out this side for him, because riled up Geto who was excitedly sucking on your clit like a man starved had you seeing stars in the whites of his ceiling.

“Hnggrr, G-Geto, fuck!”

“Yeah, you like that?” he chuckles from your pussy, the vibrations of it sending electricity jolting down deep to your core. Geto begins to trail down, his tongue playfully poking your entrance as slick coats his muscle and cheeks, licking and kissing everywhere that you actually find it hard to keep quiet. Narrowing your eyes at him – and you wished you didn’t, because you’ve never seen a more lewd sight before – you slap your palm over your mouth, the only thing keeping your legs apart the strong grip he had on you. “Don’t be shy, babe. We’ve got the whole place to ourselves tonight. Scream as loud as you want. Let the neighbors hear how good I’m fucking you.”

“Y-you’re so lewd, fuck-” you announce, but the sounds of your squelching being sucked by his eager, unquenched self is even more lewd. “Geto, I’m coming, I’m coming!”

Geto just pushes you over the edge, ignoring the way your thighs are shaking and you’re pushing him away once the overstimulation becomes too much to handle. You giggle when he sighs at not being able to eat you out anymore, but his glistening face is a lot more arousing than entertaining. Struggling to catch your breath, Geto smirks at how easily you’ve come undone, groaning as he wipes your juices with his thumb and licking his lips afterwards. He bends forward as he stares at you the whole while, slipping his digit through your mouth in a silent demand for you to taste yourself.

Never pulling away from holding his gaze, you wrap your lips around his thumb, swirling your tongue and sucking just hard enough that he absentmindedly humps the air.

“You okay? You look like you’re about to pass out.”

“Shut up. You literally ate my soul out,” you stare at the trail of saliva connected to his finger, the image so fucking dirty yet arousing that you begin to clench around nothing. Meanwhile, Geto’s biceps flex as he runs his hand through his hair, and that’s when you see he’s so rock hard that he probably feels uncomfortable. “Do you want me to…?”

“You don’t have to. It’s okay.”

“Seriously, Geto, you’re declining an offer to get your dick sucked?”

“I mean, I’m not against it but-” you shove his boxers down and immediately take him into your mouth, no foreplay at all, and your teeth graze his dick as you do so. Geto’s hips sutter forward in a knee-jerk movement he almost falls down on his bed, but catches him on the last second to not crush you. He ogled at your cock-stuffed mouth and puffy cheeks, his breaths sharp from the pleasure he’s receiving. “Sh-shit, not so fast, baby. I don’t want to cum like this.”

“Hmm.”

Staring up at him innocently, Geto closes his eyes and runs his finger through your locks, slightly bucking his hips deeper into your mouth. Even in his euphoria, Geto is careful to let you go at your own pace, though his self-controls falter a little bit the moment you fondle his balls.

His eyes snap open. Teeth bared and belly flexing, you keep rendering him frozen with how you take him in deeper until his hair is tickling your nose, cheeks sucked in and hollow as you slide his cock along your warm walls. “Oh, fuck, you’re really a fucking devil, right there, yeah,” he hisses, taking a handful of your hair so he could get a better look at you. “Well, who would’ve thought? Always seemingly so innocent. Who knew you could suck dick like this?”

“You like it,” you tease while pumping his shaft up and down and giving kitten licks to the head, where Geto smirks at you.

“Yeah, I love it,” he corrects, his cock twitching on your dainty hands that look so tiny in comparison to his girth. “But no way I’m coming tonight anywhere than your pussy,” Geto pushes you back down on the bed where he showers you with heated kisses, wrists pinned under his grip and hickeys left everywhere on your neck. His sticky fingers trail down your skin to finger you, the sensation too much, too good, too wrong, and that thought alone that’s been drumming into you as the intoxication fades away make you both pause.

“I-I…”

“It’s okay, just relax,” he reassures, withdrawing his fingers that can’t get past your pussy that has now tightened the minute he touched you down there. Geto sends you another approving glance before he pumps his shaft and up down, aligning it with your entrance and kissing you flat on the lips the whole time. “I’ll put it in, okay? Tell me if anything hurts.”

“Hey, hey. Breathe,” he cups your cheek while looking deep into your eyes, though that slight pinch on his forehead let you know he experienced the same discomfort.

Geto must’ve realized both of you aren’t getting anywhere tonight because soon, he’s falling back to this side, eyeing your pussy with longing and lust before his arm lands over his face. “Well… Maybe not tonight.”

“Geto,” you begin, turning on your side in hopes of easing the pained frown on his face. “I’m so sorry…”

“Hey, it’s fine, really, don’t worry about it,” he blinks at you and rests back on the pillows, his hand already wrapped around his hard, throbbing cock where the tip is leaking. “Let me just relieve myself. I’m so fucking hard it hurts.”

You don’t know what you’re expecting, but definitely not for him to jack off right beside you. You watch; perplexed, awed, undeniably aroused as he holds your gaze, his jaw clenched and accentuating his sharp features more from the movement. Geto is absolutely shameless as he fucks his own fist that is cum-stained, beads of white pre-cum coating his incredibly thick shaft with thick veins.

It’s so wrong yet so fucking hot that you can’t help but do the same.

Sneaking your fingers down to your kitty, you rub your clit and bite your lip, pleasuring yourself the same way he does. Geto exhales in wonder from watching you masturbate, his muscles ripping and arm so buff, you wonder why he hasn’t folded you in half yet.

Oh right, you’re too anxious to ever have his dick inside you, yet you’re shamelessly rubbing circles in your clit. Spreading your pussy lips open, you slide your fingers down and collect your juices, gasping right beside Geto who’s angrily pumping his dick.

Geto suddenly leans back on his calves to stare at your pussy and jacks off, catching some cum from your pussy lips which makes you giggle in surprise, but he comes back to fisting himself. The eroticism of your actions pushed you both to the edge until the both of you came, his dick softening and his cum shooting all over your thighs.

“God, you’re so sexy, I could stare at you all day.”

“That was…”

“Yeah,” he breathes out in stuttered chuckles, throwing a leg over the bed as he stands to hs full naked, cum-stained glory. “Hey, I’ll clean you up. Do you want something to drink or eat? A glass of water, maybe?”

“That sounds great.”

Geto comes back with a shirt of a rock festival and wipes his cum from your stomach, then folds it to wipe your arousal off. He helps you settle inside his oversized shirt that is warm, comfortable, and smells so faintly of him that the exhaustion of tonight’s events is rapidly coming to you.

“Come here. It’s pretty cold tonight,” You gladly cuddle with him, your head laid on top of his buff arm while his free one is wrapped around you.“How’s your studies going? Do you understand math a little better now?”

Despite his innocent queries, his actions are everything but.

His hands are trailing up to slowly to stroke your nipples. Geto thumbs at the hardened peaks before he softly squeezes your breast, letting his hand repeatedly graze over your sensitive nipples as if it’s second nature to him. It turns you on so bad, but you’re exhausted and you’re rubbing your thighs together, sighing and quietly moaning every now and then.

“A-a little, I guess,” you answer, a little bit distracted. He’s modest and no longer aroused (judging from his state inside his boxers), so you try not to start something you’re not prepared to finish. “Hey, Geto, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah?”

“Are you more of an ass or boobs person?”

Geto handles the question with ease. “As long as the proportions are right, I like both, and I like yours,” he grins, cupping your boobs in his hand as if to prove a point. Then, he tugs your (his) shirt up just enough to reveal the erect nipples, his eyes narrowed before he sucks lightly on the sides. You gasp at his ministrations but voice no complaints, and neither does he when your nails dig into his arm. “Yours are so beautiful.”

“Flatterer,” you playfully punch his chest, but Geto only chuckles and brings you closer to his chest, his lips warm on top of your forehead. “I’m pretty sleepy…”

“Then sleep. I’ll still be here tomorrow, don’t worry. You’re free to stay as long as you like.”

The next day, Geto is already gone from the room. You’re not worried because one) this is a one night stand with your hot tutor, you’re not supposed to be attached, and two) the smell of pancakes wafting from the slight crack of his door is very much present.

Stretching your arms out, you pad to where Geto is busy flipping pancakes. He’s already dressed comfortably in a white shirt and dark sweats, turning around to smile at you at the sound of your footsteps. “There’s a naked girl in my room? Wow.”

“It’s not like you haven’t seen everything last night.”

Geto doesn’t need to gesture you to come closer to him, you’re already too pulled in by his presence that you’re wrapping an arm around his neck while he kisses you flat on the lips.

“Doesn’t mean I get tired of it,” he teases, lips lingering above yours before he drifts down the crook your neck, voice deep and husky as he greets, “’Morning. Can you pass me the syrup?”

Nodding, you bend over the counter. The syrup is located in the bottom of the pantry and you’re halfway to opening the glass panels when you hear Geto shut off the stove. His hands come to grip on your hips as he grinds his hard cock on your exposed bottom, his lips hovering over your ear. “On second thought…I think I’ll have my meal a little differently.”

“G-Geto.”

“I bought lube while you were asleep. Maybe it’ll make you loosen a little bit?” Geto touches you down there, his eyes glimmering with mischief once he witnesses for himself your state. “You’re already wet babe,” he announces, proudly presenting his wet fingers right before your eyes. “Wait for me.”

Nervously, you fix your shirt and hair as Geto runs to the living room where he pulls out a bottle of lube and discards his shirt somewhere. He wastes no time in lifting you up to the counter where dives between your legs, and you’re tugging at his hair as his tongue eagerly licks your wetness.

“Geto, ah, stop playing around!”

“Wasn’t planning on it, babe, I’m a little impatient,” Geto stands up again to kiss you for a quick second before he grabs the lube and spreads it all over his cock, his fingers experimentally prying your hole open to see if you could take it.

Once his digit slides in with ease, you moan the same time he grins wickedly.

You think he’ll go straight for it but Geto takes his time with you, making sure you’re properly stretched open before he splits you in his half with his cock. He’s really thick, after all, and your tight little cunt needs to adjust well to make sure you enjoy it rather than be in pain. Once satisfied, you pull Geto by the collar and wrap one leg around his waist to bring him closer, gasping when his tip slides between your pussy lips.

Both of you are too lost in a daze of lust to be able to speak properly. One nod from you is all he needs before he’s slipping inside your warm walls, his head falling into the juncture of your neck where he keeps grunting on how good you feel around him.

You can’t help but scratch down his back the deeper he drives his hips, the mere movement of his cock sliding against the bumpy drags of your tissues making you fall apart.

Not a minute later, your shirt is bunched up under your breasts, free for Geto to suck on while he fucks the living daylights out of you. His knuckles turn white from how hard he’s gripping the counter, another hand planted right under your knee to keep your leg spread open for him. You’re moaning openly under him, strings of fuck yeah right there and shit, Geto, you feel so good filling in the early morning air that would’ve been innocent if there weren’t such loud sounds of skin slapping against skin mixing with the chirping birds.

You squeeze Geto’s ass as he plants himself deeper inside you, setting a pace that is both mind-numbing and exhilarating.

It’s hard to believe that just days ago, you’re in the exact same place sharing waffles with him, only you’re studying math and he’s wearing glasses; professional, formal, polite – the exact opposite of the sinful things he’s doing to you right now.

Geto’s grunts are almost choked in your ear as you come hard, walls convulsing and spasming around his thick length.

He immediately pulls out his hard cock to come all over your thighs instead, watching the way your hole clenches around nothing while his slippery dick is smeared and repeatedly slapping your inner thighs. You keep gasping as you ride out your orgasm, thighs burning from the uncomfortable stretch of having one leg propped by him and the other heel planted on the counters. Geto’s moans are deep, sinful, and inherently masculine the whole while he shoots his deep all over you, creating a mess both on the counter and on your skin.

It takes a while before you both regain your breath and composure, with Geto awkwardly pulling his pants up as he laughs along with you. “So…breakfast?”

“Yeah,” you giggled, “I’m famished.”

Safe to say, that morning was spent with not much enough breakfast, but definitely lots of kissing and even more fucking around. Everything Geto said the first time you met him had been proven true – he did have a thing or two to teach you.

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