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Dreams Only Come True Once You Wake Up & Make Em A Reality !!!
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imagining frat!peter trying to last longer during sex so he starts to actually watch friends and forgets he’s literally inside y/n and she notices and just goes “…peter?”
the below contains smutty content.
usually there was music playing downstairs and while it was muffled it still filled the room, making it easier for you to confidently whimper and moan like peter loves.
tonight, you had snuck in around two in the morning, (peter’s pissed you didn’t tell him until you called him and told him to open the door cause it was two fucking am and you walked alone) because you were a new kind of desperate, foaming at the mouth with urgency horny. hornier than you’ve ever been in your entire life, obviously, because it made you get out of bed and walk across campus.
“for the love of christ do not tell me you walked here,” was the first thing he told you. your response was giving a sheepish smile and looking down to your feet, your pajama pants wet around the ankles from sprinklers on the campus green.
“my pants are wet,” you pull at the fabric and blink at your boy in the doorway. he sighs, and moves to the side letting you in it’s unusually quiet, while they did whind down during the week, usually one or two people would be up, tonight everyone was in bed.
the second the front door was shut you attacked peter and wrapped your arms around his torso, clinging around his neck. bringing your knee up to tap against his hip, his hand cups under your leg and picks you up, locking your ankles around his back.
“what are you doing here?” not upset, just curious. you’ve never rushed over in the middle of the night before.
in turn you kissed him, so brash it caught him off guard but he returned it. confusion spread as you kissed around his face, thinking of the most plausible thing he makes his grip tighter, his voice soft.
“did you have a bad dream?” your blown out pupils look at his mouth, shaking your head lightly you whisper out a ‘no.’
“then what is it?” his left hand scratches softly at the back of your thigh.
“i’m really horny,” you lick your lips and look at him like, ‘okay, now do something, please?’
peter nearly chokes on his spit, you’ve never flat out asked for it. instead using other signals like licking up his neck, or taking your shirt off and bouncing your breasts at him. tonight you were aching for it, and you were his girl. and he could never leave his girl high and dry.
“and what? couldn’t solve the issue on your own?” he feels you pout into the skin of his neck after you kiss it.
“you just do it so much better, and way less work on my end.”
peter exhales through his nose as a laugh, “i think it was more work to walk all the way here,” you give him a dopey smile, “isn’t it obvious how much i like you?” there were two ways to take the sentence, to protect both parties at stake peter takes it in the ‘wildly horny’ way.
two pats on your backside and you hop down, no other words spoken, just peter extending his arm towards the staircase and gestured for you to go up.
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it was completely silent in his room, every kiss and whimper amplifies from the walls. embarrassed to wake his brothers you have a shy smile, “do you think you can make it like… not so quiet?”
peter’s already half naked, while he pulls away and reaches for his tv remote you remove your shirt and shimmy your underwear off.
hearing the familiar ‘dun dun’ of the app you look up, one row down and one click in was his saved shows and movies. number one was friends, immediately selecting it and pressing play episode from the last time he had it on for background noise.
you chewed on your cheek as he raised the volume, your legs pulled up so your knees were tugged into your chest.
“louder?” peter spoke over his shoulder.
“a little,” he clicks it three more times, you hum, “that’s good.” he tosses the remote to his desk and turns, you spread your legs and grin at him.
he’s right where you want him, he recives the message and slithers back up the bed, his hands wrapping around your knees and hooking them behind his shoulders. peter looks over your slick and blows cold air on it, you jolt and reach out to grab a handful of his hair.
“jesus christ, you weren’t lying.”
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third episode of friends and you can’t remember the last time you had a fulfilling breath of air.
peter’s had you withering on the bed for an hour, taking his time using every part of himself to satisfy you.
tears blister your eyes while you dig your nails into his back, your hips rising from the bed to meet his, peter’s own breath hitched as he fucked into you.
peter pulled back slowly, his teeth sunk into his bottom lip as his brows furrowed. you know that look, it’s the look that says ‘no, i’m not fucking done yet.’ but you just feel so good, it’s the ‘your pussy is fucking lethal’ look.
catching sight of the TV, he thrust just as slowly as he pulled out, you hiss and pull at the back of his thighs to bring him in closer. when peter doesn’t move you try to do it for him, grinding your hips into his, but his attention is on the tv show, not the person his dick was in.
you whine and pull at his neck, when he gives you reaction you tug lightly on his dangling necklace.
“peter,” you buck your hips up and he gives a pity thrust, it’s enough to make you hum in delight, but he gives nothing else.
“peter, i need you, please?” the last word was in beg of his attention, can’t be he see how much you need him?
��shush, this is my favorite episode,” you grunt when he thrusts as deep as you can take him, while he hums watching monica and chandler kiss for the first time.
“if we switch to doggy will you please fuck me while you watch?”
a deep sigh, “if you insist.”
twenty minutes later you’re lured into sleep while posted on peter’s chest as he drags his hand up and down your naked back, melting in further when you hear him quote along with the show under his breath.
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The Farmer's Daughter 15
Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Characters: Walter Marshall
Summary: You notice a peculiar change in a family friend. (short!reader, sorry size kink is out)
Part of the Backwoods AU
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.
Walter sighs as he shuts the hood of the truck. He tuts and faces you, keeping his hand on the metal, his other going to his hip. He looks at you then the sky behind you. The rain has stirred the scent of mud and grass and left a glaze over everything.
“You’re lucky the thing didn’t blow up in your face,” he says. “Maybe the rain saved you.”
“Oh, I... didn’t know,” you utter nervously. “Timothy said it was fine--”
“Yeah, well, shows how much he knows,” Walter stands straight and pushes back his curls, “he’s not ready. He’s too young. I’ll make sure he learns. Be sad if he through away all your dad’s hard work, huh?”
“Y-yeah, I guess,” you swallow. His words remind you of the imbalance. You need him. That’s the reality that brought you all the way up here.
“Right, well, I’ll deal with it later. I got some chains I can use to get it up to the house but we should head into town then go see your mother. Make sure she isn’t worried sick,” he steps towards you and brings his hand up under your chin. You fight not to shy away, “what were you thinking? Putting yourself in danger like that?”
“I... I had to come see you--”
He smiles, “that’s sweet but I’d rather you wait and have you in one piece, sweetheart.”
You nod into his hand and wince as he leans in. His thumb rubs your chin as he tilts your head up and he presses his lips to yours. Your surprised by his gentleness, though his beard grazes your roughly. You let him kiss you as he swoops an arm around to wrap you up.
When he parts, your breathless and dizzy. His eyes gleam down at you, “wife,” he rasps out, “we’re almost there.”
The shift in his mood puts you off. It’s just like back in the kitchen, one moment he’s terse and short, almost disappointed, the next he’s almost delicate and content. He releases you and takes you by the hand. You follow him back up towards the house.
You wait outside as he runs in to get his keys. As he comes back out, you open the door of the truck and brace the interior. You put your foot on the small metal step to pull yourself up and gasp as you’re lifted from behind. Walter helps you into the seat and you wriggle free with a meek ‘thank you’.
He kisses your cheek before he shuts the door. You focus on buckling the belt as he rounds the front of the truck. He climbs into the driver’s side and turns the engine. He sets off, one hand on the steering wheel, the other on the corner of your seat.
You sit quietly, watching the hills roll by. This is it. This is your life. You’re going to married and a wife and you’re going to be tied to this man and these lands forever. You never really thought it out, you just expected life to unfold before you.
He pulls up to the bank and turns into the lot. He steers into one of the angled spots and kills the engine. You tap your fingers on your legs before you regain your bearings. As he opens his door, you do the same. You get out, hopping down with a small oof. You catch yourself on the door.
Walt stomps around, “hey, hey, careful. Don’t hurt yourself.”
“I’m fine,” you smile, “really, I can manage.”
“I just don’t want you twisting your ankle,” he says.
“Um, okay, all good,” you show him your foot, “really.”
He stares at you. His cheek ticks. He takes your hand and shuts the passenger door. He tugs you away towards the front of the building. As you follow the sidewalk down to the entrance, you pass a few other curious pedestrians. You don’t miss there gazes and the low whispers between them.
You go inside and find the bank empty. Walter drags you to the counter and taps the bell on it. You stand on your toes to see over the high desk and see a head pop out of a back office. The woman looks unimpressed as she goes to bang on the door next to hers, “customers.”
She quickly retreats as you wait. The next door opens and another woman emerges. She’s taller than the other one, slimmer too. She struts over as she tugs straight the collar of her blouse. Her pretty pink lipstick clings to one lip as the other is faded to its natural hue.
“Hello, folks, how can I help you today.”
“I’d like to speak with an advisor about a mortgage,” Walter says as he lets go of your hand, instead hovering his large one along your lower back.
“That’s exciting,” she chimes, “you and... I didn’t know you married?”
“Not yet,” Walter exhales, “anyway, do you got someone available? I don’t really have time to sit around.”
“Sure, sure, Pete should be able to help you out. I’ll just take you to an office.”
The woman, Marska, comes around the desk and waves you down the hall. She takes you into an office and leaves you there. You and Walter lower yourself into the stiff chairs. He reaches between to offer his hand. You take it and nervously stare at the empty desk.
There’s a tap on the doorframe and a man enters. Pete. You’ve seen him before when you came to the bank with your mother.
“Morning,” he says as he swaggers around to sit behind the desk, “lovely to see you folks bright and early.” He offers his hand across the desk and Walter reluctantly lets go of yours to shake it. Pete looks at you and you hesitantly shake his hand. The man beside you shifts and huffs. “So, we’re looking into a mortgage, huh?”
The manager smiles as he leans back nonchalantly in his chair. He looks between you and Walter, “gone and snagged yourself a young one, huh, Marshall?”
Walter growls and crosses his arms, “I have a down payment.”
“Uh, yeah, of course,” Pete rolls his chair closer to the desk, “just making some small chat. Big news, the two of you.”
“Is it?” Walter challenges.
“Marriage is a big deal, isn’t it?” Peter chuckles nervously.
“You would know,” Walter sneers as he sniffs, “you got something on your cheek.”
You only notice at the mention of it. Your eyes retreat from the window to Pete’s face, the smear of pink along his cheek. You look away, embarrassed for him. It must be true what they say about him and Marska.
“Uh, thanks,” Pete wipes his face with his sleeve, “let’s just jump in then.” He puts his hands over the keyboard and clears his throat. You can see a trickle of sweat along his hairline as Walter’s disapproval burns through the small office.
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Homelander has a very merry Christmas
18+
Homelander shakes his head in disbelief as he lounges in his chair at the head of the Seven table. It’s been a year…a whole year since the day you entered his life. He still has the ribbon from that first package, tucked discreetly into his waistband. It’s frayed now and soft from running it through his fingers. He’ll touch his hip softly sometimes, right where he knows it rests, when his ears ring and his eyes begin to burn. Countless lives have been saved just from a little piece of fabric. It was the first gift he’d ever truly been given that didn’t have dozens of corporate strings attached. He wonders if you’ll bring him more candy, now that Christmas is right around the corner. He can still perfectly remember the taste a year later.
But your hands are empty when he sees you, and there’s a nervous stiffness to your shoulders that he’s not sure he enjoys. You’re fiddling with your fingers as you approach. He’s disappointed, he really was looking forward to some candy. But you give him a shy smile and he pushes down the sullenness rising in his chest. You hop up on the table in front of him, a bad habit you’ve picked up ever since that day you brought him the cake. He supposes that’s on him for encouraging you. He ignores the urge to tug you into his lap instead.
“Sooooooo…I don’t have anything for you today but I did want to ask you something.” You look down at your hands before pausing, trying to spark the courage to continue. He tilts his head and waits, somewhat impatient and still annoyed at being denied. He doesn’t like the way you don’t meet his eyes. Surely your fingers can’t be more interesting than him. You take a deep breath.
“IwaswonderingifmaybeyouwantedtocometomyplaceforChristmas?” The words come spilling out uncontrollably and you stiffen up a bit once they’re out, bracing yourself for a denial.
Homelander’s heart stops.
“I know you’re probably really busy and you have plans and other people you’d rather be with.” He doesn’t. “But I was going to make gingerbread and watch some Christmas movies. I don’t have any family close by or…or friends really, so I usually spend Christmas on my own. It won’t be anything fancy but I’ll let you lick the spoon.” You let out an awkward laugh, obviously insecure about the simplicity of your plans. After all, how can your humble apartment compare to Vought’s glitz and finery? How could Homelander be content spending Christmas with a nobody like you?
If you only knew how much the offer wiped away any of the disappointment he felt about the candy. If only you knew how much he’s been longing to join you in the sugar-sweetness of your kitchen. He wants to leap up and take you in his arms. He wants to agree and whisk you away to start the holidays early…and privately. He’s never had a proper Christmas before. Just Vought’s pretty, sterile, fake, holiday bullshit. He found it cruel the way they’d let him watch movies on Christmas when he was in the lab. He still can’t watch A Christmas Story without feeling sick with want. But maybe…maybe this year will finally be different.
But reality sets in. He has the Vought Christmas party. He can’t skip it, as much as he’d love to. He’s been dreading it honestly. She’d always been there before, guiding him, leading him, making sure he got through the event with his shiny grin firmly in place. But that was gone, ended by his own hand. The last fucking bit of Christmas cheer he could have possibly had. He clenches his fist and he watches you shrink back, mistaking his grief for anger at your boldness. He wants to say yes…but he can’t
“We have the company Christmas party, remember? Surely you wouldn’t want to miss that. I get the honor of lighting up the tree” He beams, hoping it assures you that you are not the target of his ire. Sure he’d prefer to be tucked away with you but the party won’t be too bad if you’re there. If you’re there then her absence won’t matter.
But his hopes are quickly dashed.
“Oh I’m not high enough up on the totem pole to be invited, for business or pleasure.” You shrug, clearly not bothered by the corporate snub.
Oh
“Well…I can’t exactly miss it.” Your face falls at his reply and the words tumble out before he can stop them.
“But if you don’t mind staying up a little later, then maybe I can swing by real quick after to grab a cookie or two.” He reaches out to lay a hand warmly on your knee
You return his grin despite the disappointment in your eyes.
“I’ll wait up for you then”
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It’s late by the time he’s finally released from his shiny decorated prison. He’s sick to death of Frank Sinatra and mistletoe. He barely resisted crushing the hand of every asshole who felt entitled to his attention purely due to the holiday festivities. He gritted his teeth while he was forced to kiss the asses of board members and politicians. He barely avoided lasering A-Train’s head clean off his body when he wrapped his arm around him for a photo op. He’s so overloaded that he’s halfway to his penthouse for some much needed rest when he remembers your offer.
He pulls aside some tipsy asshole for the time, annoyed that no one seems to have remained sober. It’s not long until midnight and he worries that maybe you’ll already have given up waiting. He worries that he’ll get to your apartment to find you already snug and sleeping in your bed. He reminds himself that he can always wake you up. After all, he’s seen you bake until the wee hours of the morning. He remembers when he’d watch you bake till not long before you’d be needing to rise for work. Surely…surely, you haven’t forgotten to wait for him.
The night is frigid as he flies towards your apartment. The cold doesn’t hinder him but it isn’t exactly pleasant as the sharp wind stings his cheeks. He’d always wave away Maeve’s complaints but he reluctantly admits to himself that she had a point about freezing over the Atlantic. Luckily it’s a far shorter path to your apartment building. So he ignores it. The thought of you keeps him warm anyway.
What he can’t ignore is the distinctly human shaped figure waiting on the roof. He knows your form intimately and he’s clocked you the moment he sees you. You’re shivering, wrapped only in an old threadbare bathrobe over some red pajamas. It’s far too cold to be loitering without winter wear and an exasperated concern grows in his chest. Couldn’t you at least have grabbed a jacket? It wouldn’t do for you to catch hyperthermia before he even gets to celebrate Christmas with you. You haven’t seen him yet and he makes sure to land behind you as quietly as he can, lip twitching mischievously.
“Are you cold? You look like you’re freezing” He calls out from the other side of the roof. You leap into the air and stumble a bit too close to the edge for his liking so he rushes to steady you. Even through his gloves he can feel how chilled you are. You look back at him, disbelief on your face but surprised delight in your eyes. You shake in his arms and before his brain consciously makes the decision to, he swiftly detaches his cape to wrap it warmly around your shoulders. Your cheeks heat despite the chill and he’s deeply pleased by the way you look and the way his scent mixes with yours.
“I’m alright. I was waiting for you! I was worried that you wouldn’t be able to make it.” You clasp his cape tighter around you, teeth chattering. He pulls you closer so some of his heat can seep into you. He realizes that you may have been too focused watching for him to realize how chilled you are. He tuts at you, both flattered by your devotion and annoyed that you were so careless with your health.
“Would it have killed you to grab a coat?” He rubs your frozen hands between his gloved ones. Your answering smile is sweet and he’d blush if he could (He can. He did.)
“Are you worried about me?” You tease him lightly, eyes soft.
“I was promised gingerbread. If I’m promised something then I expect it to be delivered” He gives you a stern glare that’s tempered by the slight twitch of his lip as he fights a smile.
“Well, I can’t possibly deny you, can I?” Your lips quirk into a cheeky smirk. Your lighthearted words settle warm and heavy in the pit of his stomach. Suddenly, you feel so beautifully fragile in his grip, a small precious light that he keeps warm between his palms. You’re his. You’re so wonderfully his in this moment and deep within him, so deep he doesn’t even realize it yet, he’s become inescapably, completely, ineffably, yours.
You gesture for him to follow you down the fire escape to your floor. He follows behind as though he doesn’t have the way to your apartment imprinted in his mind. But your legs are stiff from the cold and after you slip slightly on the slick metal of the fire escape, he scoops you into his arms. You cling to him, stunned at the quickness and ease at which he gathered you up against his chest. You’re disoriented and wrap an arm around his neck to steady yourself.
“Don’t drop me!” you squeak and he laughs in response. You’re light as a feather to him and he’s not hindered by you at all. He would never, could never drop you.
“I won’t let you go, ever.” He reassures you and you relax against him, trusting him. You tuck yourself into the crook of his neck, and all of a sudden he has a sharp regret that his collar rises so high on his neck. He longs to feel your softness and your eyelashes brushing against the sensitive skin of his throat. He can’t resist leaning his head against yours as he climbs effortlessly down the thin and rickety steps.
When he reaches your apartment, he assists you in finding your footing and guides you inside. You don’t question how he’s able to navigate your apartment with ease. Stepping into your kitchen is like getting reborn into another life, a life that he had been cruelly denied. You’ve decorated every inch. False snow lines the top of your cabinets and it charms him to see tiny figures and miniature buildings tucked into the fuzzy winter wonderland. Mismatched bowls of ingredients line the counter, and deep red liquid smelling strongly of spice is steaming on the stove. It smells heavenly. It’s the same scent he normally loathes, the artificial scent burning his nose and giving him headaches, one of the few pains that he can experience. But there is nothing faked or imitated here and the rich smell makes his head swim pleasantly. His mouth waters and his jaw aches at the sweet spicy deliciousness in the air. It’s lovely and warm and you immediately shake off the shiver as you enter.
He blinks back sudden tears at the sight of a brightly lit tree twinkling merrily in the corner of the living room, a yule log crackling on the television. It’s perfect. Your tiny crumbling apartment that he would have scoffed at in any other time, is suddenly finer than any palace. His chest tightens almost painfully.
“It’s not much but I did my best to make it festive! The cookie dough is chilling in the fridge and there is as much eggnog and mulled wine as you could want. Help yourself.” You nod at the pot on the stove, hands on your hips, looking as confident as he’s ever seen you now that you’re in your domain. It’s not normally the response he gets when someone sees him in their home. He takes a brief scan of your fridge.
“Just milk for me, thank you.” He responds and you shrug and take a glass out of the cabinet. You fill it up full and hand it over. He takes a big chug. 2%
Perfect
“Well, I’m gonna have myself some mulled wine.” You grab another glass and fill yourself up a healthy serving. A tiny sip has you sighing deeply in pleasure and he wants nothing more than to lick the remnants off your lips. Your temperature is rising by the second and when he’s satisfied that you’re sufficiently warmed he relaxes a bit, wandering around your kitchen to look at everything.
You busy yourself taking a large bowl of dough out of the fridge and lining the counter and a baking sheet with parchment paper and a light dusting of flour. He’s distracted looking through all your cabinets. Nothing of yours is very fancy and it’s all a bit mismatched which he finds charming in a quaint kind of way. He rifles through your dish towels, smelling them to see if your scent still lingers. Then you tap him on the shoulder. He turns to find you with your head cocked and your arms wrapped around a large bowl, eyes shining and bright
“I promised gingerbread but first you have to help.” You wink at his baffled expression before turning around to begin scooping out the dough onto the parchment paper. “And take off your gloves! This stuff can get sticky.”
He’s still standing there frozen when you hand him a rolling pin. He frowns at it disdainfully before raising a skeptical eyebrow. This is so…beneath him.
“C’mon, let your inner kid out a little. I promise it tastes better when you’ve helped make it.” You shake the rolling pin at him.
Inner kid
You don’t have a single fucking clue.
He grumpily removes his gloves. He feels naked without them. He feels so raw, the Christmas cheer welcome but also a painful reminder of everything he was denied. He wants to be here but he feels unsure how to exist in a space when there are no expectations, no predetermined role he can play. Shedding the gloves feels like shedding a layer of skin but he can’t deny you when you look at him like that. You’re still wearing his cape around his shoulders and a sharp possessive pang runs through him.
His
He reaches out to grab the rolling pin.
“Normally people avoid giving me heavy blunt objects” He remarks dryly, although he quickly regrets it. It doesn’t seem to phase you though. You’ve heard the stories.
“You are a heavy blunt object capable of plenty of damage so I don’t think handing you a rolling pin is going to make much difference. Now get to work while I preheat the oven” You reach out to gently push him towards the dough.
He stares at it, frozen.
The dings from the oven ring in his ears.
It’s not that he doesn’t know what to do. The mechanics of a rolling pin are not difficult to fucking grasp. It’s just…none of this feels real. It feels like he’s still back in this lab and this is some cruel dream that will fade away into empty white. It’s like making one wrong move will shatter everything
He can’t lose this.
“Here! The recipe says ⅛ of an inch so you’ll need to roll it like this.” Your breath is hot on his ear as you lean in behind him.
Your hands rest tenderly on top of his as you gently guide him.
fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck
Your touch burns and a ravenous monster wakes in his chest. It howls and wails against the prison of his ribcage. He can smell you, hear your heart racing, practically taste the heavy scent of your soaking cunt into the air. The wood creaks under his grip as your thumb brushes against his. His cock is hard and leaking into the tight spandex of his pants. The ribbon on his hip is like a brand; like your hands are on him there too.
Fuck the cookies
The throb of his cock urges him to devour your brown sugar pussy instead.
But as strong as the sudden rush of his arousal, it pales in comparison to the prickling sting of tears at such a kind touch. The last person to touch him like this was…
Fake
Just like everything else
Except you
Except this.
A quiet sob escapes him but if you notice then you don’t acknowledge it. You just keep pushing your palms against his hands in a steady rhythm, the dough easily giving way. Your body rocks against his and the softness of you warms him to the core. He sees the flutter of his own cape out of the corner of his eye.
His
You’re his.
The whole world narrows down to only the two of you.
He could stay here forever with you. Life with you could be like Christmas for eternity. He’d never be alone. You’d never be alone. Just gingerbread scented air and mulled wine, and your body pressed to his forever.
“Alrighty! That just about does it. We just need to get out the cookie cutters and we’ll be good to go.” You pull back.
Something inside him snaps and he turns and grabs your shoulder, tugging you into him. You blink owlishly at him. He opens his mouth but nothing comes out. He reaches out to caress your cheek, relishing the warmth against his bare hand. You lay your hand over his although you make no move to pull away.
“I…” His breath catches.
“Can I kiss you?” You ask breathlessly
You don’t wait for an answer before shyly pressing your lips to his. It lasts barely a second before you're pulling back with a smug little smile. You point up and he barks out an incredulous laugh.
Mistletoe
A sprig of fucking mistletoe is attached to the ceiling.
“I thought you always spent Christmas alone.” He remarks, lips still burning. He’s dreaming. He’s…this can’t be real.
You chuckle.
“I’m not alone this year.” You respond before giving him another sweet kiss that he eagerly returns.
You taste exactly like brown sugar.
He giggles into the press of your lips
Merry fucking Christmas.
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hell n back // vernon drabble
it was rare for him to have a day off, even rare for it to fall on the same as yours.
the two of you had decided that the best way to make use of this once in blue moon event was to lounge about in your shared apartment – enjoying one another's company before he is forced to go back to his tireless schedule.
you watched as your boyfriend fiddled with the sound system at the corner of the living room – mumbling something about wanting to play you his new favorite song. you always did admire his love for music, the two of you using this shared interest to naturally govern most of your conversations.
there was evidence of this throughout your apartment; the main one being a wall of vinyl record covers from both past and present hip-hop artists you two enjoyed listening to. right below this display was a large mid-century modern wooden console; holding your boyfriend's prized possessions.
a turn table and radio system.
it wasn't long before the sound of the artist whistling blared through the speakers; vernon turning to you with a large grin on his face.
"come here." he held his hand out for you to take.
laughing, you set your phone down to accept his offer – allowing for him to take lead and sway along with the beat.
"could you tell where my head was at when you found me? me and you went to hell and back just to find peace" he sang along with the artist, bouncing to the trumpet that played. "the lyrics– it reminds me of us."
you listened closely to the words being played, allowing it to transport you back in time to when you had first met him. both of you weren't at your lowest, but you two were definitely not at your best – simply cruising through life with the intent to survive.
before him, you had gone through a list of men who had broken your heart – giving up on love itself.
and he was the same.
people did say that the best kind of love was found when you weren't searching for it – scoffing at the idea until you met him.
it came so naturally; meeting vernon had possibly been one of the best things to happen to your life and he could say the same.
he had no intentions of starting a relationship when he had been introduced to you through a mutual friend, but by the end of the night, vernon couldn't get enough.
hell, half way through hearing you rant talk about pharrell's influence in the music industry – he had been sold.
vernon wasn't the type to ask someone on a date the same day he had met them; it was as if you had put him under a spell and he hadn't been able to shake it off since.
if soulmates were real, vernon had found his – you.
"oh, but I'm here now baby. no life been lifin' lately, so I save you if you save me. i was over love, I had enough, then I found you." now it was your turn to sing along, catching him by surprise.
"so you know the song?" he gasped.
"i was the one that showed it to you." you laughed.
"hm..." his bottom lip jutted out, as he tried to sift through his memories.
"four months ago– i sent it to you."
he was overseas at the time, attending some award show; if you recalled correctly.
"baby give this song a listen [spotify link]"
halting your movements, vernon slapped his hand on his forehead – he remembers. "ah shit..."
"it's okay." you shrugged, walking over to the couch as the song wrapped up.
"brain fog has been so bad lately." he sighed, plopping down next to you. "i hate it."
with his nonstop work schedule, it was no surprise that he had seemed to be forgetting quite a few things – but you paid no mind to it. it came with the title of being the girlfriend of one of the members of one of the most popular k-pop group.
it was minor details anyways, and he's human after all.
"do you at least remember me?" you teased.
squinting, vernon played along with the bit – tilting his head to the side. "looking like my future girlfriend."
you pursed your lips. "that's crazy, because i'm taken."
"leave him." vernon leaned closer.
"nah," you shook your head before leaning in as well, allowing for your lips to brush against his briefly. "he's a catch."
"doubt it." vernon snorted.
"he is! he's got this stupid smile, always tells the dumbest jokes, makes the best burnt grilled cheese–" you listed.
"ah! you said you liked it crispy!" he cried, earning a laugh from you.
"that's called softening the blow."
"can't catch a fucking break." he groaned, slouching in his position.
to anyone, this sense of domestication would be boring, but such mundane acts couldn't help but warm your heart.
he wasn't the performer you would watch from your seat, the guy who you watched on your phone screen – he was your boyfriend, the man who you swore you would spend the rest of your life with.
he was a silly boy, making silly jokes – letting you in on the personality that he hid away from many.
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#as promised i'll be slowly posting the fluff drafts i have been hoarding#this is a little treat since i have been so mia#vernon drabble#vernon x yn#vernon x reader#vernon fluff#seventeen fic
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Tags: smut, AFAB reader, oral sex (reader receiving), choking (male receiving)
author comment: here I am again. I always fall for the same rabbit hole that is Michael Kaiser. Save me. Meanwhile I hope you'll enjoy reading this.
"Needier than usual honey-" The blonde guy under you sing-sang "Missed your boyfriend's cock so much?"
You hate when Michael acts like that, mostly because he is right. You missed your boyfriend so much it made your skin itch, you just wanted your breaths to mix, to have his hot lips on yours, to put your tingling hands on him. That’s why when Michael put a foot into your shared apartment, you just took his hand and pulled him into the bed, sat on his lap for a make-out that didn’t last as long as your boyfriend would have liked to, pushed him flat on the mattress, blonde hair sprawled on fresh covers, and with his usual annoying smirk framing his face, kitty-like eyes playful and ready to tease you.
Here you are now, tracing the engorged vein on his neck, your lips plump and stinging from the previous make-out session, your tongue lapping at his neck, softly sucking and kissing his pale skin, you'd like to go slower, to enjoy fully your partner's body after so long, but you really can't and maybe Michael can't too, the erratic rolls of his crotch into your warm core so soon a telltale sign that maybe he missed you too, hidden under all that arrogance.
"Slow down liebe, I'm not going anywhere" You feel his strong hand on the back of your head, his fingers twitching in your hair trying not to hurt you.
Fuck you wish you'd be able to slow down.
You bite his freshly shaved neck, you can taste his sweat and feel his pulse, his cock twitching under your covered core, the thin undergarments you’re wearing the only barrier between your bodies.
Meanwhile, Michael groans under you, trying to turn his head to loosen your grip on his neck, his tattoed hand grips your right thigh, making your rock harder on his lap, while the other hand grips your bum as hard as he can, squeezing and slapping, the sound a melody in his ears.
“Fuck Micha-“ a whimper escapes your mouth “I want you, want you all” A harsher slap hit your butt and you both groan.
“On my face, sit on my-fuck” Michael doesn’t even finish the phrase, already pushing your thighs towards his face, his index hooked on your panties, revealing finally your pussy.
“Cover your mouth and I’ll stop, you’re warned” He’s dead serious, Michael’s blue eyes so intense and your brain so inebriated that you can only nod.
Michael’s tongue is eager, licking your pussy like the finest beverage of his life, good enough to make you grip his hair and push him impossibly close to you, riding his tongue and setting the rhythm, your body squirming, more desperate than you’re both used to. You would be worried about suffocating him if Michael wasn’t so insistent on keeping your hips anchored on his face, his tongue never sitting still, his nose wrinkled and his pupils blown in ecstasy; he loves so much being used by you.
The orgasm is so near that some tears start to roll down your face, you lick some away and at that moment you feel it, his hips grinding into the air, his cock slapping onto his abdomen, precum already staining his abs.
“Micha!-Stop, I wanna-“
“I know liebe, fuck-shit-“ You try to pull away, but his strong hands don’t give you enough space for movement “just a tiny bit more-“ You finally pushed your core away from his face, but his tongue is following your warm pussy, his hot muscle licking thin air, a string of your pleasure still link you.
“Wanna cum on your dick Micha-“ The groan he lets out after hearing your words can’t even be described as sinful; it isn’t enough.
“Fuck, hop on my dick like a horny bunny, show your emperor how much you want to be fucked dumb” You almost want to cry when he finally penetrates you, he is stretching you so good it’s almost hard to breathe, the broken breath you hear after grinding on him a clear sign that your boyfriend is on your same boat.
“Liebe I won’t last long, you are so tight, fuck- choke me!” And you do, your fingertips follow the thorns on his arms, and the touch lingers a little before you grip his neck with both your soft hands.
You do as he taught, thumbs under his Adam’s apple, fingers tightening on his jugulars hard enough to fog his brain, soft enough to hear the safe word.
But you must be doing a good job, his eyes rolled back, and the meow he let out a telltale sign of his impending orgasm.
His hips stutter under yours, a slow rhythm is long forgotten, he manhandles your hips upwards so he can reach that point, the one that will make you cry harder, make you sigh like a fool for his cock meanwhile, his sinful broken moans give you goosebumps, you both losing yourself in the throes of pleasure.
Your thighs give in too tired to keep going, but Michael has long regained control, his hips doing most of the work, abusing your sopping wet hole so fast you almost jump off him, the indents of his fingers will leave nasty bruises on your skin.
It’s when you are near your apex that you let go of his neck, red bruises already evident on his neck even under the tattoo, fingers crawling to his cheek to hold his face, the softest gesture ‘till now. He looks at you, shocked to have his airways free so early, he tilts his head a bit, looking for your next move, but never slowing down his thrusts.
“I missed you so much, darling” It’s soft, almost a whisper and Michael can still hear it, the sadness, the loneliness, the weight those words carried. Sadly the blonde’s brain is fucked too good to be able to form a coherent sentence, thank God his heart gave him a helping hand.
He lifts himself up and kisses you, lips slotted with yours eating every broken moan you make, hands now pushing you into his hard body, slotted perfectly, mouths never leaving each other, oxygen useless when you can both live off your shared love.
That’s how you both cum, in each other arms, copious tears rolling down your cute face, fat droplets of sweat on your partner’s face.
“I missed you too liebe” He swipes the hair that stick on your face, his voice as sweet as honey. You nod and feel some other tears staining your face, you kiss him again, hard, you want to imprint the memory of his lips on yours. Michael kisses you with equal passion, rolling you under his body, breaths heavy and still broken.
But you both know the night ahead of you is still long.
#bllk smut#blue lock smut#bllk x reader#blue lock x reader#bllk x you#bllk x y/n#blue lock x you#blue lock x y/n#michael kaiser#michael kaiser x reader#michael kaiser x y/n#michael kaiser x you
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ex-husband! gojo satoru has two left feet. whether he's on the dance floor at a wedding or a party or even during living room dance parties his dance moves are a unique blend of awkwardness and enthusiasm.
your daughter has also seemed to take after her father's genes of the two left feet. you watch from your assigned table the two hand in hand trying to moonwalk on the dancefloor. the two of them acting like seasoned dancers on dancing with the stars until satoru takes a few steps back and loses his balance. stumbling himself although in utter surprise his daughter helps him sturdy himself.
you watch the two dance on the dance floor as you take sips of water from the assigned seating you were sat at. giggling and smiling away at the two having fun and enjoying themselves.
“he’s cute isn’t he?” one of the guests at the wedding blurted out to you as she sat down next to you in satoru’s seat. you nod, “he is, isn’t he..” you trail off, looking back onto the dancefloor to seeing satoru holding kara in his hands, bouncing away to the hip-hop song playing.
it warmed your heart.
you’ve never had days like this. seeing satoru so care free and enjoying himself. enjoying not worrying about being ready to save a person from evil curses. satoru wore his sunglasses along with a perfectly tailored black suit; white button down shirt that hugged his biceps so deliciously.
you were too in thought to notice them waving at you. “daddy!!” kara shouted after she was startled by satoru showering her with kisses all over her face, using her small but growing hands to push away the love bombing father.
“daddy? is that his child?” the woman asked and you looked back over to her, “mhm…that’s our child. we’re divorced though.” you answered and the womans face was in awed. “divorced? how could you divorce that hunk?” she exclaimed and you couldn’t help but laugh.
“if only you knew..” you trail off, chuckling at the past memories that flashed through your mind that until the DJ had announced for all the couples to fall into the dance floor with their partners.
“you don’t mind if i ask him for a dance?” the woman asked and you shook your head, “not at all, go ahead!” sparking with a smile the woman walks towards satoru and kara. the woman talking to satoru and you watch. that until your daughter comes running up to you.
“hey lovey! you and dad having fun?” you giggle as kara runs into your legs and you pat her on the back. “so much fun! i love when we all together!” kara exclaims as you bring her up to sit on your lap.
“may i have this dance?” his voice was, serious. determined that he would have this dance. you looked up to seeing satoru standing in front of you with his hand out. a light smile appearing on his face.
“me?”
“of course. it’ll be like when we got married…for old times sakes.” he says, gesturing his hand out again and you were hesitant. “go mama! dance with daddy!” kara commanded, satoru and you laughed. swiftly grabbing his hand after and putting kara in place of you on your seat.
“stay there my love.” planting a kiss on kara’s head, satoru guides you to the outter part of the dance floor so that the two of you would still be in close presence to kara in case anything happened.
endlessly by alina baraz had started playing. your heart started to accelerate, feeling warm memories of your own wedding day. satoru snaked his arms around your waist and subconsciously your arms found a way around his neck.
it was quite for a little. “this song played at our wedding too. it was our first dance song if i remember correctly.” satoru spoke, breaking the silence and you nervously look up to his crystal eyes. “you…remember?”
satoru chuckled before tightening his grip on your waist, “how could i not? i got married to the love of my life…”
blood rushed to the apples of your cheeks as you thought about everything that satoru had been through and the reason why you divorced him. it made you feel…sad and sefish. bringing your body closer to him, resting your face on his chest he also finds a resting spot in the crook of your neck.
“i am sorry satoru.” you utter into his suit as the you both swayed in unison to the next slow song that had been queued. “i still have you in my arms even if we aren’t together…i got a beautiful daughter out of it. don’t gotta be sorry for anything.”
it was quite as you two embraced each other. swaying on the moonlit dance floor as the playlist of slow love songs continued to play. moments like these made you long for these experiences once more but you knew it couldn’t always be like this.
at the end of the day, satoru and you still love each other deeply even if there are still unspoken and unresolved problems that hinder your relationship to ever being what it once was. you still find yourself slipping on the engagement ring satoru presented to you all those years ago before going to bed. and satoru finds himself always, slipping on his wedding band no matter where he goes.
“why didn’t you agree to dance with that other attractive woman? she was into you y’know…”
“cuz i didn’t want to dance with her. i wanted to dance with you dummy. stop trying to be a wingwoman, i only ever want you.”
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roommates [chapter 1]
modern!eddie munson x fem!reader
series summary: Eddie Munson broke your heart once. Now, you have no choice but to move in with him.
warnings: 18+ cussing, angst, sort of enemies to lovers lol; lmk if i missed anything
word count: 1,8k
a/n: hello i'm back!! happy valentines day to all my besties and my wife of course! i'm celebrating my birthday today so as a gift to you, i give you a new series! i'm nervous about this bc i'm convinced this is trash lmao LET ME KNOW WHAT Y'ALL THINK babes ps! i originally didn't intend to give this an era, but due to some things that happen in future chapters this turned out modern again lol sorryy
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chapter one ♫♪♩·.¸¸
''Absolutely not!''
''Come on, he's not that bad.''
''No, Steve. I'd rather sleep on the streets.''
''You'd rather be homeless then live with him?''
''Yes.''
Steve sighed, hands on his hips, striking his signature mom pose. ''What the hell happened between you two, anyway?''
''What, he hasn't told you?''
''He's told me his version of events. You on the other hand, never seem to want to talk about it.''
Sighing, you stared into the glass sat in front of you, filled with clear liquid with a greenish hue underneath, twirling the small paper umbrella Steve added as a joke.
''It doesn't matter. What Eddie Munson and I once had, or didn't have, theoretically, is in the past.''
''Then take the room. You're both working, you'll hardly ever see each other.''
Dragging your words, you nervously played with the ends of your hair. ''I don't know...''
''Look, I gotta open the doors. You can stay in the back office tonight if you want, there's an uncomfortable leather couch with your name on it. I'd let you crash at ours, but Nance has been... emotional.''
''She okay?'' you winced, hopping of the barstool you had been sitting on the last hour.
''She thinks she can feel the baby kicking but then she realizes that it's far too early for that and starts crying.''
''Oh,'' you cooed. ''She's just excited.''
''Yeah, I know. I'm excited, too.''
You closed the door to the office space that would be your bedroom for the night. It was small, but held a small desk with various papers scattered on it, a bookshelf half empty and as promised, a worn out brown leather couch. Dropping your purse on the desk, you retrieved your phone and sat down on the couch. You rested your head on the back of the couch, eyes closed, nearly falling asleep if it weren't for the sudden rock music booming outside. You'd almost forgotten you were at Steve's place of work, a bar downtown called the Black Room.
Staring at the bleak ceiling, you bit the inside of your cheek when you felt your eyes getting watery. For the past year, after graduating high school, you had been working your ass off at a local diner across town. You were saving money for college, and other things, since you didn't receive the scholarship you hoped would change your life. Every time you got a paycheck, you withdrew some of it and kept it aside. In the year since you started working, the saved amount wasn't big, but it was still significant to you and you were proud of yourself for keeping it and not spending the money like that little devil on your shoulder keeps suggesting sometimes.
But all of that was now gone, and all it took was a simple mistake of trusting the wrong person and all of your hopes and dreams came crashing down, taking your money with it. To save some money, you moved in with an old friend from high school, Jennie. What you didn't know, was that Jennie was also a pathological liar, who was in financial debt and to ease those debts, found the money you had kept hidden under your mattress (a dumb place to hide money, you know that) and stole it to pay off some of her debts.
Throwing Jennie out was not an option unfortunately, the apartment lease was under her name, so without much thought, you turned on your heel and marched right back out. Heading down the street, you had no idea where you were going. You made it two blocks from your home and nearly collided with a lamp post, when the sound of a bus horn somewhere behind you brought you back to reality. You hopped on the bus that stopped a few feet away from you and headed straight downtown to the Black Room, where you knew Steve would be working tonight.
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You must have fallen asleep at some point, because the next thing you knew, something was kicking at your feet.
''My, my... Look what the cat dragged in.''
You'd recognize that voice anywhere; deep, sometimes raspy from all the cigarettes he likes to smoke, or at least he used to. It's the voice you used to hear late at night, reading a book out loud when you couldn't sleep due to the thunder outside, or when that same voice used to whisper sweet nothings in your ear when you weren't feeling well. It's also the voice that, one day, in less than 12 hours, turned from sweet and caring to cold and distant.
Right, you forgot he worked here too.
You were laying on your side, feet hanging off the couch. You opened your eyes and the first thing you saw were pair of black jeans, ripped from the right knee and left thigh, one of his Converse clad foot was kicking your heels. A black Henley with the front tucked into his pants, the unforgettable handcuff belt on full display with the black leather more worn out than the last time you saw it, Eddie was looking down at you like a God above, the ceiling lamp above him casting a glow around his hair, still the same as it was in high school - at least some things never change.
''Edward.'' You pushed up from the couch, wincing at the tired muscles of your back. Steve was right, that couch was shit.
The use of his full name always used to irritate him, but if it bothered him now, he didn't show it. Instead, he clicked his tongue and took a few steps to his left and sat on the desk, his hands resting beside him, gripping the edge of the table. ''Whatcha doing here, sweetheart? Haven't seen you in years.''
''First of all, don't call me that,'' you sighed. ''Second, that's none of your business.''
Eddie smirked. ''You're at my place of work, it's kind of my business.''
''What time is it?'' you felt around for your phone, but didn't find it.
''Oh, it's uh...'' Eddie pulled a phone out of his back pocket, your phone. ''02:14 am.''
''Hey! Give me that,'' you held your palm up.
Eddie looked at your hand for a moment, before handing the phone back to you, the back of his knuckles grazing your palm. You swallowed down the spark you felt speed across your arm. The sleeves of his shirt were pulled up to his elbow, exposing tattoos you had never seen before as well as his toned arms. Doing a quick once over, you noticed his physique was fuller... everywhere. Does he work out? He was pretty tall and lanky back in high school, but now he looked like he had grown into his body; the jeans were hugging his thighs and his shoulders seemed more defined.
Clearing your throat, you asked, ''Why did you even have that? Is stealing your side hustle now?''
''It was laying on the floor, pardon me. Didn't want to step on it.''
''Fine. Thanks for not stepping on it, I guess,'' you mumbled, keeping your eyes trained on the bookshelf.
''Aren't you gonna ask me what I'm doing here?''
''Don't you work here?''
''Yeah, but not tonight.''
''Okay, I honestly don't care, so...''
''Oh, don't be like that. After all, I'm here to save you.''
You turned to look at him, and that turned Eddie's small smirk into a big Cheshire cat like grin. ''Save me?''
''Steve called me and told me about your predicament.''
Groaning, you threw your head back against the couch. ''God damn Steve.''
''Look, I know we have... history and everything, but I'm only here as a friend. Consider it an olive branch for how things ended back in high school.''
You gaped at him, your eyes bulging and your mouth hanging open. ''Wow. Okay. No, thank you.''
Eddie rolled his eyes. ''You have nowhere else to go.''
''Yes, I do,'' you lied, and very obviously so. You were never any good at it.
''Then why are you sleeping on this fucked up couch?''
Gritting your teeth, you rolled your eyes and looked away from him. Damn Steve and his loud mouth, you were going to hit him on the head. Eddie sighed and got up from the desk, coming closer and crouching next to the couch.
''The offer stands 'til the end of the week. You need a room and I need a roommate now that Steve's gone. I work here every Wednesday through Saturday and after that I usually sleep for two days to get ready for my next shift. We'll hardly ever see each other.''
''Tonight's Wednesday and you're not working.''
''I needed a personal day,'' he winked.
''You know, I've heard about your gigolo way of life.''
Eddie laughed, his eyes shining in the process. ''Gigolo?''
''You're a manwhore.''
Snorting, Eddie rested his hand on his palm, covering his mouth. ''Is that what Steve told you?''
''Are you denying it?'
''No,'' he mused, his voice muffled behind his fist.
''See, that's why I can't move in. I don't want to hear that every night.''
''You used to like hearing me moan in your ear.''
Eddie must have seen the hurt flash across your eyes, since he suddenly grew quiet himself.
His voice was lower now, more serious. What he said next, made you whip your head around and look at those big, chocolate brown eyes that you used to miss so much. ''I know you hate me, I understand that. Despite what happened back then, I still care about you. As a friend, of course. Yes, I sleep around and I am a man so the place is probably messier than you'd like, but I'm offering you a free place to stay. I know you don't have any money either, I'm good to cover us both for a while. Take it or leave it.''
''Why would you do this?'' you asked, looking deep into his eyes, like you were searching for his soul through them.
Sitting so close to him, your chest constricted at all the memories and what if's that have bombarded you throughout the years. Three years after you fled high school, never looking back, he still had a hold on you and you hated him for it. Hated the way he smelled exactly the same but new at the same time, the way he looked like he used to but more mature, the way you still felt your heart nearly burst out of your throat when he looked at you with those stupid brown eyes. You despised him, because after all this time, you still felt the same. If you do this, you had to keep your heart closed, lock it away and swallow the key. Eddie Munson broke your heart once, you won't let him do it again.
''Fine. I'll take it.''
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Dear Hip-Hop, you saved my life. Happy Birthday
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god ride the cyclone is the fucking musical ever. a rat named Virgil that's going to kill the narrator (a paranormal fortune telling machine) in like an hour plays the bass. you're then immediately introduced to five children that are brutally killed in a roller coaster accident and have their hopes and dreams and everything they loved taken away from them. an unidentified headless body depicted as having her doll's head appears and sings a very woeful introduction to her character and then asks if her purgatory-mate would like to brush her dolly's hair and then recites a fact about how when a lioness has children she stops making love to the lion. the lion gets jealous. sometimes so jealous he eats the children. you would think this would upset the lioness. far from it. they make love again like the children never existed. she finds that idea terrifying. the paranormal fortune telling machine is able to move the children's bodies against their will for choreography and "catchphrases" and this is shown to be something they're discomforted by initially but continues nonetheless through the rest of the musical. ocean tears down all of her friends in her song to come back to life until she's told they decide who comes back through unanimous vote. you laugh for half a second before you remember that even if she's initially stuck up and conceited her song was an attempt from the soul of an innocent dead teenager who died for no reason to try to plead to come back to life. noel has fantasies of being a sex worker in post-war france and dying of typhoid flu driven by his love of french new wave cinema (mischa calling him tragic later is the nicest thing anyone has ever said to him). mischa recites a very precise and accurate analysis of the meaning of Saw VI but calls it Saw V. you listen to a very silly hip-hop rap before you listen to one of the most heartbreakingly loving songs you've ever heard and you hear "I lay my masculinity at the altar of your maidenhood" and you wonder how this is the same musical where the rat played the bass. you go from a song about a teenage boy saving an alien race of cat girls by breeding with them all to a mournful and breathtaking song about a jane doe's complete lack of identity besides the fact that she is dead and without an identity and the fact that she spends the whole song not begging to come back to life but begging to know who she is. her purgatory-mates get her a party hat and an old hello kitty cupcake and a cape and you sob when this choir made up of dead children make up a new birthday song that doesn't require a name so this jane doe can have a good new birthday because they finally don't see her as a freaky and eerie character but as a dead child just like them who can't remember who she is and they treat her like one of their own even though none of them recognize her from their choir. the last thing constance did before riding the cyclone was lose her virginity to a thirty year old and you try very hard not to think about how horrible that is. the girl that had been selfish the entire musical is given the final vote and is given a chance to vote for herself and she honors the original rules so she can give a new life to jane doe and everyone agrees. these children watch jane's new life play out and you think about how much they all deserved new lives too. it's both the most fun and most sad fucking musical you've ever listened to. fuck.
#and then you realize you got into it like 3 years too late for there to be an active fandom 🙃#long post#mine#ride the cyclone
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.·:·.✧ Say No pt 3✧.·:·.
NIka Muhl x Fem!Reader
"I wish you didn't have to post it all, I wish you'd save a little bit just for me"
word count - 2.1k
themes:
-nothing but sadness
A/N - have fun crying!
august 4th 2023
I think Nika Muhl has to be my favorite person right now. Not even just because I can call her my girlfriend but because she gives me a reason to actually get through the day. We only had one week until we had to head back home and stay. I was clutching onto Nika's hand for dear life as we stood in line for zip lining. Along with Ashlynn, Paige and Ines. A ball of sweat ran down my forehead as Paige slid down the zip line without an issue. It was me next. I looked back at Nika with terror in my eyes. She tilted her head back cackling at my fear. "C'mon baby its ok. It'll be over before you know it and you'll want to go again after." Her hand rested on my shoulder as I stepped to the edge of the platform I stood on. The workers attached whatever I needed to Zipline safely onto my back. I took a deep breath and gently stepped forward to the Zipline. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck" I whined while looking back at Nika who had the most entertained smile plastered on her face. Finally, I hopped off and shut my eyes for a second as I slid through the air. It honestly felt nice having the cool breeze run across my skin and through my hair.
What started out as screaming at the top of my lungs turned into laughing so hard that my stomach hurt. Just like Nika said, it went by quickly. Before I knew it I was at the other side of the line with my feet pressed at the edge of the next platform. Paige held onto my forearms once I got across and helped me off. I stare ahead and saw Nika getting ready to go next. This was the moment that I realized I would never get enough of her. She had this smile that perfectly formed her lips into the most hypnotizing upturned laugh. Her hair was in a low braid and it flowed with each force of air that came along. The urge to Zipline all the way back to her and just hold her was unbearable. But I just viewed her perfect features from afar. My eyes followed her face as it went across the Zipline. All the way until we met again. I held my arms out for her to cling onto. Her body pushed into mine once she landed. Our arms interlocked around each others waists and could barely let go. The brunettes laughs rang through my ears for the rest of that day.
When we got back to the hotel, I wasted zero time and went to the bathroom to take of my makeup and brush out my hair. I ran my bamboo brush through my hair until everything was smooth. Before I could take off my makeup I felt a familiar pair of hands wrap around my back reaching in front to hold onto my waist. I leaned my head back against Nika's shoulder. The scent of her perfume still lingered on her neck line. She pressed a kiss on my temple and rested her chin near the top of my head. The fact that she wasn't saying anything scared me. Usually shes quite talkative after a day like today. "Is anything on your mind love?" I whispered against her skin. Still no words left her mouth she just shook her head side to side. This was not convincing whatsoever. I pulled away from her hold and spun around to face her. She had already taken off her makeup and out her hair into a bun instead of a braid. I ran my hands across the sides of her hips and looked from her lips to her eyes. I could tell that she was struggling to look straight at me and not the floor. Once our eyes did meet I noticed a couple tears building up in her waterline. Before the tears could even fall, I pulled Nika into a tight hug, rubbing my thumb back and forth against her hair. "What's up? Talk to me please."
This was something that happened a good amount of times. Nika would be upset about something and I'd have to kiss the words out of her or something along..those lines.
Finally after holding her in my arms in the middle of the bathroom for a good three minutes she pulled her face out of my chest and sniffled a little.
nikas pov
I tried by best to not cry even more because of how upset I was.
For context, after zip lining me, y/n, and Paige decided to drive alone this time. Paige drove today and me and y/n stayed in the back right next to each other. Most of the car ride was taken up my me laying on my girlfriends shoulder but the one time I leaned against the window instead, I glanced over to see y/n looking at her exes Instagram. Obviously that's bad enough as it is but what made it worse was that they were posts of the two when they were together. I swear I could feel my blood boiling right then and there. We've been together for not even a month and shes already looking back at her previous relationships? Someone has to admit that that is fucked up.
I try my hardest to not get pissed at these kind of situations but y/n meant more to me then any other relationships I'd ever been in. So I stood there with tears running down my eyes and stared at my girlfriend with nothing but confusion staring back at me. Before I could explain anything else to her, she pulled me into her arms again pressing my face against her chest while resting hers on me. Even though the inside of me was mad and wanted to walk away, I couldn't help but embrace her tightly. I wrapped my arms around her waist and took all the comfort she was giving me.
Suddenly the world went silent. All the anger that had been boiling inside me that day went away. I love her. More than anything. and I'm almost positive she does too. But there was still a part of me that doubted anything and everything. Without thinking about how this would go on after, I spoke against y/n's soft shirt that muffled my mouth. "Do you know that I love you?" As soon as I spoke I regretted it. She pulled away from the hug and took her hands from my back to my shoulders, holding me firmly.
"Is that even a question?" She said, clearly confused. That broke my heart even more. The fact that she didn't know.
just realize already please.
"You... you were on your exes Instagram today. In the car." Her eyes immediately widened. She was more shocked then when I asked her out.
y/n's pov
What the fuck.
I've never felt so terrible. I never meant to hurt Nika. Let alone make her doubt my love for her.
"Baby..."
But then I realized that I didn't have an excuse. I was caught looking at me and my ex when we were together. I didn't even do it because I miss him, I just missed how I felt. He was shitty but I felt loved. And now I'm fucking it up with the one person brought that feeling back.
I held Nika's cheek in my palm while trying to figure out what I was going to say. My brain wasn't functioning at all. I was too mad at myself.
"I have nothing to say. I don't have an excuse. But I also don't have a reason. I don't miss him Nika. I love you more than I've loved anyone. my love for you is unmatched. I don't know why I did that"
Every word that left my mouth was the truth and nothing more or less. Outside I had my own tears filling my eyes and inside I couldn't stop thinking about what I would do without Nika. I reached to hold Nika's hands but she pulled away. There came the tears. I turned my face around to hide my crying. Please let this be a nightmare. Nika looked down at my feet and moved her eyes up to mine after. Her bottom lip was tucked under her top teeth and I could tell that there were more tears to come. The silence lasted a for what seemed like forever until Nika spun herself around to pick up her purse that she previously set down. Still no words had left her mouth but was now walking out the door.
"Nika please" I said loud enough for her to hear but quiet enough to stay under my breath. I began to rub my hands against my forehead, pacing the room. I couldn't decide if it was smart to run after her or just let her blow off some steam. I just wanted to hold her and reassure her that I love no one else but not even that would help explain myself. Why the fuck was I even looking at his Instagram? I couldn't remember now. It didn't matter. Nika did.
third person pov
Nika grabbed her bags and rushed out the door and straight to Paige's room where Paige and Azzi were laying down on the floor playing Fortnite. When Nika rushed in with dried up tears on her face, Paige practically ripped her headphones off and pushed them aside. The blonde stood up and took Nika into her arms. "what the fuck happened?" All Nika did was shake her head side to side. Now Azzi had noticed and joined the hug. When Nika pulled away she immediately sat down on the edge of Paige's bed and began to explain what happened.
"Oh my God." Both Paige and Azzi were silent. They never though that the girl who loved Nika so dearly would pull this on her. "I'm so sorry Nika" Azzi pulled her into another hug while mouthing to Paige 'go talk to her now' and Paige listened. She sped down the hallways all the way to your room and opened the door without knocking. The first thing she saw was you sitting on the floor, head pressed against the wall, tears streaming. Her first reaction was an urge to hug you but she had to stay serious for Nika. "Y/n." She said sternly. You tilted your head up with puffy eyes and looked at Paige. The room was filled with silence and awkward eye contact. Paige then walked to the bed you were curled up next to and sat on the edge of it. "Could you just explain your side. Please" Paige said gently.
You took a deep breath to prepare yourself for more tears and began to explain exactly how you felt. "I don't know why I did it Paige I was bored but not bored of Nika I mean like bored during the car ride. there wasn't a thought behind it I swear, I didn't want to hurt her. I really don't want to lose her P." Paige sighed and looked down at the floor then back up at you. "You need to tell her that. When you get the chance at least. Cause right now she thinks that things are over and its way too early for that shit." You wiped your eyes and nose aggressively and coughed a bit "Yeah I know Paige."
Nika decided to sleep in Azzi and Paige's room that night since Azzi was going out. The whole night was filled with tears from both Y/n and Nika. But for the first time in a while, the tears were in separate rooms.
y/n's pov
My bed felt so empty. So was my chest that still felt so heavy. I couldn't help but pull out my phone every couple minutes to see if Nika texted or if she at least read my texts. How did everything fall apart so quickly. It wasn't fair to either of us. I would've explained myself if she gave me the chance. The more silence I indulged in, the more thoughts of worry occurred so I decided to put in my air pods and play music. Phoebe Bridger's to be specific...
The only thing I managed to do was stare at the ceiling and imagine that Nika was laying in my arms or on my stomach. But instead she was probably curled up on Azzi's bed. Feeling just as empty as me. eventually my eyelids were heavy enough to close and stay closed until the morning. Every night since I transferred to UConn was filled with some sort of dream or imagination or something, but tonight my brain couldn't function enough to give myself any thoughts other than "I fucked up." So I took the night to cry everything out. everything about Nika. Everything about how Paige and Azzi are pissed at me. Everything about the fact that I may not ever have Nika in my arms again. Everything about everything ever.
#girlblogger#nika muhl#paige bueckers#lesbian#basketball#uconn wbb#uconhuskies#Nika x reader#say no#phoebe bridgers#azzi fudd
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my demon gave me everything
part 10 l masterlist
summary: dark!natasha romanoff x reader. Natasha Romanoff saves the world. Morals, lifestyle and past aside, the fact is that she puts her life on the line for everyone else. And for this, she believes she’s owed something. She saves billions of lives on the regular, so why not take the occasional one for herself?
word count: 3.2k
warnings: established kidnapping, physical and psychological abuse, power dynamics, manipulation, developing stockholm syndrone, fingering,
Learning to walk independently again didn’t come easy. It took a lot of time, patience, bruises and declining numerous offers from Natasha to help. You were adamant that you do it on your own but it proved harder than you expected. Your left leg continued to be incapable of holding any of your weight whatsoever and you saw no change happening in the horizon. Most of the time you ended up ungracefully hopping from one room to another while trying to ignore the questioning looks from the Russian.
You hit the floor with a heavy thud that could be heard from the other side of the apartment. Natasha had watched you go down from the bathroom where she was cleaning, something you hadn’t ever imagined an Avenger doing, and observed as you laid still against the cold flooring. Usually, you got back up immediately, keen to brush yourself off and start over enough times before you called it a day, but that time you were too discouraged to try again. You hadn’t entirely given up, but it felt close.
Natasha’s boots paced across the apartment towards you as you lay staring out at the city beyond the glass with a blank expression. You had miscalculated how far the kitchen island was and toppled to the ground when you were unable to grasp onto the edge. Your left hip and elbow ached as the redhead knew they would from watching the way you fell.
The redhead crouched down in front of you and brushed the hair out of your face to reveal a faint bruise on your cheek you had acquired a few days prior. It angered Natasha that you had been hurt due to your own careless mistake as opposed to something she had inflicted. Though in a sense those minor injuries were partly down to the redhead as there was one thing Natasha hadn’t felt inclined to share with you: she controlled the bionic leg. You could never put any weight on it simply because it hadn’t been enabled yet and the Russian wasn’t going to turn it on until you asked her for help.
Thinking you would have given in sooner, Natasha hadn’t hit or fucked you in weeks and it was proving harder to hold back from doing so. She wasn’t even entirely sure what she was waiting for. For you to come to her? You still ignored her majority of the time and Natasha knew it would be far more satisfying for you to come crawling back to her instead of the redhead making you. But perhaps there was some other reason the Russian couldn’t quite place. The uncertainty didn’t frustrate her as much as it used to and instead sparked a curiosity.
“Come here, moy lastovichka,” Natasha said as she placed her hands under you and lifted you in one swoop. You put your hands around the back of her neck for support to allow the redhead to carry you bridal style, too tired to stop her and instead decided to make it easier for her. You sighed and rested your head against her shoulder as she started walking, breathing in her scent that was wholly Natasha.
It was only once the redhead began walking up the stairs that you realised you weren’t going back to the bedroom. You suddenly became more alert in her arms as Natasha approached the heavy door you hadn’t come face to face with in a long time. The Avenger paused by the door and gave you an expecting look so you rested your chin back on her shoulder so that you couldn’t see the pin she put in. You suspected she changed it frequently anyway but you found you had no immediate desire to know what it was. You observed your surroundings as the redhead took you through the landing and noted the aspects you remembered such as the large desk and monitors and the two doors along the corridor. You averted your eyes as you passed the main door though once you arrived at the one at the end Natasha opened another door with her hip, letting you into her room.
Your eyes scanned the space wildly, immediately recognising that it must be the redhead’s bedroom despite never having considered she had another one. While still fairly unpersonalised, it certainly had more character to it than the larger room downstairs and you tried to take in as much of it as you could as Natasha continued through the space to another balcony. Again, the area was strikingly different to that of downstairs, the main factor being the sizable hot tub that took up the majority of the space.
The redhead sat you down on the chair, which you assumed was meant to be the pair to the one downstairs, before turning on the hot tub and altering some of the settings. You watched as it sprang to life while Natasha disappeared back inside to take out two bottles from her minifridge tucked next to the wardrobe. In a matter of seconds foamy bubbles covered the surface of the water and the sides illuminated an electric blue. Though the balcony was outside, there was an outdoor ceiling cover and two posts on either ends of the open side of the balcony that gave off a faint hum. As you peered closer, you noticed a subtle shimmer between the posts, as though there was a film covering it.
“It’s kind of like a privacy screen,” Natasha said. You turned to her to see the redhead removing her clothes and quickly averted your eyes. You had seen each other naked countless times but you still weren't used to the etiquette. “There’s no physical barrier there, just a little something to stop the world looking in on us,” She explained. Just as she did you felt a light breeze brush against you that made your uncovered arms raise with goosebumps, making you want to jump into the water even more.
You contemplated for a second before taking your sweatpants off but leaving your shirt on as Natasha came back towards you. She held out her hand for you to take and you took it. She didn’t hide her smile of triumph and you struggled not to give one back. You liked when the redhead was happy. She eased you both into the perfectly warm water that went higher than you expected and grabbed the two bottles she had already taken the tops off of. Both beers, yours being non-alcoholic of course but you appreciated it nonetheless. You didn’t feel like getting drunk anyway.
“I didn’t take you for someone with a hot tub,” you quipped and Natasha smiled again. Inside, part of you beamed at the accomplishment you hadn’t realised you wanted.
“Fury set up this apartment for me. He added the hot tub as a joke and told me it might help me relax,” she recalled. You had to bite back a laugh.
“Go ahead and laugh,” Natasha said easily. You glanced at her and couldn’t help but admire her features. She had changed a couple of her earrings to hoops instead of studs, they looked nice. Her hair was up in a plait again, though there were more loose tendrils that hung loosely from her face to her neck than usual. Her cheeks were slightly flushed from the sudden change in temperature to her body though they were subtle against her tan. The widow really was beautiful.
Despite yourself, you shuffled closer to the redhead so that the outsides of your thighs touched under the water and you wondered if she felt the same tingle dance across her skin that you did. You enjoyed being close to her, even if there was always a small voice in the back of your mind warning you to be careful. Natasha hadn’t hit you in a while, but you knew that didn’t mean she wouldn’t do it again. You weren’t as scared at that fact as you should have been.
You sat like that for a while, in a comfortable silence as you gazed out at the midnight city you were positive there was no better view of. You were on top of a world you realised you might never experience again and you weren’t sure how you felt about that. Staying with Natasha didn’t feel so much like a prison anymore, mainly due to the fact you no longer had any hatred for the redhead. You weren’t sure you disliked her either. You were wary of the Avenger, but it didn’t stop you admiring her beauty and skill. She used to be your favourite hero and everything you used to admire about her was being seen under a new light. You never thought they would be used against you.
You sat with that thought a while, not entirely sure what to make of it. It was daunting, that was for certain.
“You make me think too much,” you said suddenly, not registering it until you saw Natasha look at you. She seemed as though you had peaked her interest. “I don’t want to think,” you admitted, deciding you might as well go with it. It was true, there were so many conflicting thoughts battling it out in your mind that the noise was becoming overwhelming.
“How long have I been here?” You asked when Natasha didn’t respond.
“Two months, one week and four days,” the redhead answered without any hesitation. That was longer than you thought. It had been impossible to tell how much time had passed when you were ill.
“Two months and I only tried to leave once,” you stated. “And in that one time I didn’t even really want to.”
“You didn’t?” The redhead pushed as she watched you intently.
“I don’t know,” you sighed, feeling the turmoil start up again. “It was a lot to think about in such a short amount of time and…I don’t know.” You both let your words hang in the air. “Did you want me to leave?” You asked suddenly, never having considered it before. Natasha looked as conflicted as you did.
“I don’t know,” she mirrored. “They always do so I guess I was expecting it but there was a moment where I thought you wouldn’t and…” the Russian struggled for words though you could tell it was more that she struggled to admit them. “I guess I didn’t want you to. I thought you were different.” She turned to you and saw the flash of hurt across your features, thinking she had given up on you. “Maybe you are,” she stated. You whipped your head back to the redhead and met her eye.
“Tell me about the others,” you said slowly, not sure if you really wanted to hear it or if Natasha would even want to tell you.
“None of them have ever been in here,” she started. You frowned, looking around at the space.
“Really?” You asked, not sure you quite believed the redhead but she hummed in response anyway.
“The only times they ever got upstairs was when I wanted to see if they were going to leave. I didn’t test all of them like that but when I did I only did it once.”
“And none of them got ill after?”
“Not from what you did. A couple got sick randomly but…” Natasha shrugged, not feeling it necessary to inform you of how she dealt with it.
“Were they all as inexperienced as me?” You asked bluntly, trying to interpret what the bigger picture was to Natasha.
“Mostly,” she said simply.
“What is it you wanted from them- from us?” You corrected, reminding yourself you were a part of it all.
“I told you. I think I should get something back for everything I do,” she said plainly, not a single doubt in her philosophy.
“People say the world owes you an unpayable debt,” you said after a beat.
“They’re right. They’re just lucky this is all I want,” the redhead was quick to say.
“This is it?” You asked, momentarily forgetting how fucked up it was what Natasha was doing. She nodded once and you couldn’t help but feel a rush of guilt at the fact you had tried to deprive her of that, that you all had. How selfish.
“Do you want me to stay?” You needed to know for definite, deciding that you would take whatever Natasha told you as face value. Trustworthy or not, you wanted to hear her say it to help you decide what it was that you wanted. The redhead didn’t answer for a few moments. She watched as the bubbles swirled around the water in unison, breaking up in sections to attach onto new masses.
“I think so,” that was enough for you. You held onto the outside of the tub between you and used it to help bring your leg over Natasha’s lap so that you could straddle her, moving gradually enough that the redhead wouldn’t perceive it as hostile. You brought your hands down to the Avenger’s shoulders, letting your thumbs graze across her neck just light enough for the redhead to allow. Glancing into her eyes once more, you closed the distance between you and pressed your lips against her awaiting ones. Natasha was practically soaring when you kissed her, it being the first time you, or any of the others, had made a move on her.
The need that you put into it was insatiable, no matter how closely you pulled yourself into the redhead or where she let your hands grip her, it wasn’t enough. You wanted to make all of the hurt go away, for both of you. You wanted everything she did that you weren’t sure how to give. Your lips moved together in perfect sync, barely pulling away for air or for you to mutter against her. “I’m not leaving.” Natasha exhaled heavily and gripped your ass to pull you flush against her.
“Say it again,” she demanded, rough voice returning but you didn’t care about what it might mean or lead to.
“I’m not leaving, Nat,” you repeated desperately, needing her to know you meant it.
“Again.”
“Don’t let me leave,” you begged, grabbing Natasha’s hands and bringing them round to your front and pushing them down your underwear. The Russian sighed heavily when she felt your throbbing clit and didn’t hesitate in rubbing small circles against it. You whined, bucking into her hand at the contact you had missed dearly.
“Look at how needy you are, detka.” Natasha chuckled as she let her fingers dip down to swipe through your folds. “You’re mine,” she said before thrusting two fingers inside you, grunting as she met the resistance that never seemed to ease. “No one else will ever make you feel like this,” she husked against your ear. You gripped onto the redhead like a lifeline, moaning desperately at the feeling of her fingers filling you up.
“Only daddy,” you whined, throbbing around her digits.
“That’s right,” Natasha practically growled as she moved her fingers faster and made sure to rub the spot that always made you spin. You panted and moaned, feeling yourself edging for a release and wanting to beg the redhead to keep going like you had countless times before, but the words were stuck in your throat and all you could manage were pathetic mewls that thankfully Natasha understood. She had enough generosity in her that night to deem it enough, thrusting her fingers wildly inside you until you were plummeting over the edge and squeezing her fingers tight enough to almost push them out.
You slumped against Natasha as you fought to catch your breath. She held onto you as you came down from your high, feeling utterly spent and still very much on cloud nine. It was more peaceful than you ever had been in your life. Though once you had enough time to bathe in that feeling, it was overturned by a sense of crushing guilt. You had deprived Natasha of so much, thinking your freedom was more important than a superhero’s happiness. Where you, or any of the others, got such a notion from was beyond you, but you had to make it right.
“I’m sorry,” you whispered as the weight of what you thought was a huge mistake pressed down on your chest. “I’m so sorry,” you repeated as the dam broke and tears streamed down your face. You tentatively clung to Natasha, not holding her nearly as tight as you wanted to because you didn’t think Iyo deserved that comfort.
The Russian let you cry into her shoulder for a while, not quite believing the unrehearsed scene playing out before her. You were apologising and Natasha didn’t know what for. She didn’t want to ask and make you doubt whatever need you felt to do so. She also couldn’t let it pass without knowing. Slowly, she pulled you away from her shoulder so she could peer into your watery eyes so full of sorrow.
“Tell me what you’re sorry for,” she said with the air of authority you craved.
“I’m sorry for fighting you,” you sniffed, looking at the redhead as though her forgiveness would mean the difference between life and death. Natasha took your chin gently in her hands as she fought the urge to laugh. You looked pathetic apologising for such a thing, yet the assassin was in awe of it. She had you wrapped around her little finger in a way she couldn’t have foretold, desperate for her forgiveness for the crime of being human. Well it was okay, Natasha had rid you of all those impractical thoughts and instincts and would make sure the only thing you had to concern yourself with anymore was pleasing the redhead.
“It’s okay,” she shushed, kissing your tear stained cheeks. “We’ll make it okay.”
“How?” You whispered, afraid you wouldn't be able to. Natasha basked in the sight.
“You’re gonna behave for me now, aren’t you moy lastovichka?” You nodded quickly and Natasha squeezed your chin.
“Yes, Nat,” you corrected, earning a content hum from the redhead.
“Let’s go back inside, it’s getting late,” Natasha said as she pushed you gently off of her lap. You missed the contact immediately. She stood from the tub and went back inside to grab several towels before coming back to help you out and dry off. You peeled the wet shirt from your skin and Natasha took it for the wash, telling you to stay when you tried to follow her and guided you to her bed when she came back.
You were confused at first, not familiar with the change of scenery and not believing you deserved to be in such a personal space. Your worries were eased when the redhead pulled you flush against her chest as close as possible and allowed you to hold her back. This time, your peacefulness wasn’t interrupted by any sudden guilt and you were able to fall into a peaceful slumber within minutes. Natasha, however, stayed awake for a while longer as her mind ran wild with newfound possibilities.
#dark!fic#dark!marvel#natasha romanoff#natasha romanoff x reader#dark!natasha x reader#natasha x reader#black widow#marvel#natasha romanoff smut
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♡ Ｇｉｒｌ Ｕｎｄｅｒ Ｙｏｕ ♡
♡ Pairings: gynecologist!seonghwa! x chubby!afab!reader
♡ Genre: smut/fluff
♡ Summary: Scheduling your yearly check up with your OBGYN can be nerve-wracking. Especially when your doctor's Park Seonghwa. Finally getting up the courage to visit, you do all you can to conceal the not so appropriate feelings you have towards him. Not only is it inappropriate but he surely doesn't feel the same. Right?
♡ Word Count: 3.2k-ish
♡ Warnings: reader has a vagina and identifies as a woman. we're at the OBGYN so this is ultra vagina city. pervy Dr. Park Seonghwa, you too are a perv tbh it's mutual, shy/touch starved reader, body worship, nipple/breast play, fingering (gentle & rough), unprotected sex, cum marking, pet names (sweetheart, good girl, baby, etc), a lil rough sex, oral sex (f receiving), nonsexual use of the word slut (not in a bad way), it gets bitey for a second, examination kink, soft dom Hwa vibes.
♡ A/N: Listen, I can explain. It's all on @anyamaris for encouraging me to begin with. Blame her!
Important note: If you have a vagina go get it checked out regularly. Your doctor will certainly not be Seonghwa dicking you down BUT it's an important and sometimes life saving appointment sooo make it or I'll fight you. K, love you, bye ♡
♡ ♡ ♡ “I wanna be that guy. I'll wreck you right up, guy. I'll lie down face up, guy. The girl under you, guy.” ~ Lady Gaga ~ ♡♡ ♡
“Date of your last period? Any abnormal cramping or bleeding? Any chance of pregnancy?” the nurse fires off questions, tapping your answers into the laptop balanced on her hip.
Sitting on the exam table, your feet dangling off the edge, you try not to get whiplash from how quickly she whirls around the room loading a tray with supplies for your exam. The office is unexpectedly short staffed today, forcing her to play the role of nurse and human octopus. You understand how overwhelmed she must be but pray that she stops soon. Your anxiety was already bad enough coming in here. This nervous energy is not helping.
“Last question, honey” she says, turning to face you, “Oh, have you been sexually active recently?” She cracks a playful smile, clearly expecting your answer to be something that it isn’t.
“No” you mumble, avoiding eye contact. Look at how shiny those tile floors are. Has this exam table always been this cushy? Such a marvelous generic art print that is hanging by the door.
The nurse’s eyes widen, a hand clutched to her chest in shock, “You went to Coachella and didn’t get laid?”
“Nurse Kim! Can we not today?” you pout, in no mood to have this conversation right now.
Being a longtime patient here has a lot of perks. Getting closer to the nurses especially has been great for you. I mean, who doesn’t like getting the appointment slot they want every single time? But the drawback is that they like you enough to pick on you. Maybe it’s their way of breaking you out of your shell, getting you to be less shy, but you wish they wouldn’t.
Nurse Kim shrugs, miming the zipping of her lips, “Okay, okay. I’ll mind my business.” Placing the supplies on the table, she grabs you a fresh hospital blue medical gown. “You know the deal, right? No shoes, no bra…”
You nod along with her instructions, hopping down to kick your sneakers off. Finally she finishes and heads for the door to give you some privacy. “The doctor will be in shortly. Let me know if you need anything” she says, stopping halfway out the door. “You really didn’t bang anyone at Coachella. Wow. Girl, you’ve got to learn to live a little. You’re too hot not to slut it up!”
“Thank you so much for everything. Goodbye. Bye!” you laugh, inching the door shut until she’s on the other side of it.
Alone at last, you’re able to get out of your clothes and into your gown in peace and quiet. Well, “peace” might not be the word to describe what you’re feeling but at least you’re able to panic in silence.
You really shouldn’t be as nervous as you are. You’ve been coming to this office for years. Everyone’s kind and welcoming. They always make sure you’re comfortable and taken care of. There’s definitely no part of you they haven’t seen so you have nothing to be ashamed of. Still there’s one thing—one major, heart pounding, pulse quickening thing—that makes you too nervous to function every time you’re here.
Your phone vibrates in your purse and you contemplate not answering but dig it out anyway figuring a little distraction can’t hurt. Unlocking your phone, you spot a text from your best friend.
It reads: “Did you see Hot Doctor yet?”
You giggle to yourself, typing back to her. “His name’s Seonghwa and not yet. Still waiting.”
“On a first name basis are we? Seonghwa. That’s even hot to say.”
“Dr. Park, I mean. His name is hot to say though. He’s hot. I fucking hate it.”
“Just give him your number already!”
“Sure. While he’s swabbing me I’ll be all ‘Hey, Dr. Park. Wanna go to lunch?’”
Your best friend responds with a meme of Megan thee Stallion sticking her tongue out. “Plot twist. The lunch is between my legs, daddy!”
You’re choking back laughter and tears, scrolling your phone for the perfect meme to send back when there’s a knock at the door. You nearly jump out of your skin, shoving your phone back into your purse.
“Come in!” you shout, returning to the exam table just in time for the doctor to step in.
Everything moves in slow motion when Park Seonghwa enters the room. Ahem, Dr. Park. He is, as you and your best friend have come to call him, a hot doctor. The hottest doctor you’ve ever seen. His dark wavy hair’s pulled back into a high ponytail, loose pieces hanging to frame a face too gorgeous to look directly at. His bone structure’s immaculate, his lips soft and pink, and his voice…
“Long time no see. How’s my favorite patient been?” he says, flashing that killer smile of his. That voice. That smile. It makes you want to faint.
You laugh it off, hoping not to come off as flustered as you are. “Dr. Park, I’m not your favorite patient.”
Seonghwa takes a seat on a nearby rolling stool and spins his way over to you, making a cute woo noise when he does. It gets a giggle out of you which is exactly what he wanted.
“Who says you aren’t?” he asks, sliding in closer, his hands disappearing behind your legs.
It’s hard to breathe when he’s this close, staring up at you from between your legs. The smell of his cologne dances around you, a sweet woodsy scent that you imagine might smell even better on top of you. Just the thought awakens a familiar tingle between your thighs that threatens to make you wet the crinkly paper blanket beneath you if you carry on like this. You know that you shouldn’t feel this way. He’s a doctor. He’s just doing his job. And here you are perving over him.
“Dr. Park, anything else you need me to grab?” Nurse Kim asks, popping back into the room. Her appearance snaps you out of your trance and you force a smile to keep things normal. If you weren’t brain rotted and horny you'd swear Seonghwa had been reading your reaction that whole time. That he saw the effect he had on you and seemed somehow amused by it. But that’s factually insane. Get it together.
The foot rests behind your legs, the reason Seonghwa reached back there to begin with, unfold with a creak. “No, I think we’re good” he answers before turning back to you, “Lay back for me and put your feet up. We’ll be done in no time, okay?” You follow his instructions, laying back on the table, readjusting yourself however he asks you to.
Closing your eyes, you rest your hands on your belly, impatiently waiting for this to be over. Though Seonghwa’s interest in what’s between your legs is purely medical, the fact remains that you hope he doesn’t find it ugly. You shaved for this, used this nice pH balancing rose water soap on it. You did everything but put makeup on it and throw it in a dress. You feel kinda silly now thinking back on it but your brain isn’t exactly logical when it comes to him.
A few cranks of a speculum and cotton swabs later you’re done with the first part of your exam. “Good girl, you did well. The hardest part’s over” he praises, swapping his latex gloves out for a new pair. Your heart skips a beat at being called a “good girl”. He didn’t mean it that way but your body can’t differentiate between reality and how devastatingly sexy that was. Seonghwa turns to address the nurse and you quickly press your thighs together for some relief.
“I’ll send these off and go set up for the next patient” Nurse Kim says, grabbing your samples. She turns to smile at you one last time before disappearing from the room. “Remember what I said” she whispers, “Slut. It. Up.” Unfortunately, of all the things she’s skilled at whispering isn’t one of them and Seonghwa hears her.
Rising from his seat, he walks alongside you, stopping when he reaches your chest. “Just lower your gown for me for a second.”
You do as you’re told, carefully rolling your gown below your breasts. “So, slut it up, huh? What’s that about?” he teases, cold hands cupping one of your soft breasts. You inhale sharply at the contact, a thankfully normal reaction to cold hands touching you. Though for you it’s more that they’re his hands than anything.
“She thinks I need to get laid” you blurt out, caught off guard by your own bluntness.
Seonghwa raises an eyebrow, his fingertips pushing gently into your breast. “I’ll have to talk to her about that. She shouldn’t be judging people for their life choices.”
“I mean, it’s not really a life choice. I’m just not…I’m not a girl who…” you ramble, shutting yourself up immediately after realizing what you’re saying. Seonghwa pauses, glancing over at you, two fingers circling the perimeter of your nipple. It stiffens at the closeness, your touch starved body grateful for the attention.
“Not a girl who what?” Seonghwa asks, genuinely interested.
It doesn’t seem that he’ll keep going if you don’t answer so you give in. “I don’t know, guys just don’t hit on me I guess. I’m not that girl.”
Seonghwa continues his examination, flattening his fingers at the base of your breast and dragging them up to your nipple. They bounce back each time, looking rounder and fuller as if he’s worked some magic on them.
“I don’t think that’s necessarily it” he sighs, moving on to the other breast, “A lot of men are intimidated by beautiful women.”
Beautiful women? Did Park Seonghwa just call you a “beautiful woman”?
“B-beautiful?” you stutter, at a loss for what to do with yourself, “That’s really nice of you but I’m not…”
Seonghwa can’t help but smile at how adorable you are when he compliments you. You’re as good at concealing it as Nurse Kim is at whispering. Seonghwa knows that you’re attracted to him. To be fair, a lot of his patients are, but you are truthfully his favorite. Always so beautiful, always so easy to tease, and such a pretty pretty pussy that’s always wet for him.
“But you are” he insists, both hands cradling your breast, thumbs running up the side, “You must have a mirror at home, no?”
“Dr. Park, are you trying to make me blush?” you ask, propping yourself up on your elbows.
The pads of his thumbs graze your hardening nipple and your back arches, a whimper lighter than air escaping your lips. You catch Seonghwa quickly nibbling at his bottom lip, his eyes glimmering at the shock and pleasure painting your face. You caught him. You saw it this time. Really saw it.
Seonghwa knows he should stop here, end the examination, and send you on your way before he does something stupid. It’s just…that little moan you let out? It’s a melody he’s been fantasizing about since the first time you laid across his table. He has to hear it again.
“I don’t know. Is it, aaah…” he breathes in, one of his thumbs circling the tip of your bud, “Is it working?”
Slipping his left hand back across your chest, he palms your other breast, pinching your sensitive nipple each time he rolls his wrist.
“Yes, it…oh god…it’s working” you mewl, your mouth falling open, moans pouring out at the perfect volume for only the two of you to hear.
Your feet tremble in the foot rests, your legs still spread to leave your dripping, vulnerable pussy exposed to the cool air of the room. Hypnotized by the sight of Seonghwa playing with your tits, high off the electric current it sends through your body, it’s easy to forget that you actually came here for a reason.
“I should probably finish your exam” Seonghwa whispers, doing his best to ignore the hard cock pressing against his slacks. Your body may be tempting but it is technically his job to make sure you’re healthy too. His hands gradually cease their movement, gliding down to do away with the gown that was hardly hiding to your naked body.
“Fuck, look at you” he gasps, massaging your squishy belly, tracing your love handles, and rounding the curve of your hip to reach your thigh. His fingers dig into your thigh, savoring their softness all the way up to your core.
His gaze travels back up your body to those starry doe eyes that hang on his every move, “Think I’ll need the lube or are you already wet enough for me, baby?”
Seonghwa rubs two fingers along your slit, collecting your arousal on the tip of his glove. He brings them to his mouth, extending his long tongue to lick your juices up.
“Mmm, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to taste you” he hums, taking his time to enjoy the taste of you on his tongue.
“Dr. Park, please…” you beg, thighs pressing together again, the need for his touch unbearable.
“Oh, I’m sorry, sweetheart” he apologizes, his fingers immediately returning to their place between your legs. “You want me to finger that perfect little cunt?”
“Yes, please, I want…need it so bad.”
Seonghwa brings his lips to yours, your eyes gleaming with lust as they meet, “You need it, baby? That bad, huh?”
Two gloved fingers push into you, your pussy welcoming them with the tightest of hugs. “Fuck, yes, so good” you whine into his mouth as you begin to ride his fingers. Seonghwa dips his tongue between your lips, your mouths passionately crashing together. You grab the collar of his white coat, drawing him closer to deepen the kiss as his fingers work your core. Inside of you his fingers stimulate spots men who aren’t in his line of work wouldn’t even know existed. Some you didn’t even know could bring you such pleasure until now.
Your eyes squeeze shut, elbows giving out from under you, “Harder, Dr. Park, wanna feel you so deep.”
Seonghwa catches your head before it can hit the cushion beneath you, lowering it down carefully as he draws another kiss from your lips. “Only if you promise to be a good girl and be quiet for me.”
“I p-promise. Quiet. I’ll be…” you moan, throwing your hands over your mouth when he suddenly picks up the pace. Shifting between your legs, he tucks a hand behind your right knee and pushes it to your chest. Your palms are sweating, fingers locked together to keep you from screaming. Seonghwa’s fingers are much deeper than you thought they could go and his pace is too unforgiving for you to brace yourself for any of it.
“Ssh, ssh, you’re getting too loud, baby” he teases, coming in to kiss your inner thigh. Your juices stream down his fingers, soaking the thin paper beneath you. Hating to waste something so delicious, he begins licking around his own fingers. Between your lips. Around your clit. Anywhere his fingers send it splashing, he licks it clean.
Your hands begin to slip from your mouth, your poor wrecked little body going too limp to keep it together. Thinking quickly, you bite down on your hand just enough to keep the noise in but you aren’t sure how long it’ll last. You’re dangerously close to coming. You can feel it and Seonghwa does too. Your hole’s so greedy, sucking him in and refusing to let go. It’s just begging to come but he won’t let it. Not like this at least.
Reaching down, he blindly fumbles around with his pants until he feels his cock spring free. He groans into your pussy as he closes his hand around his cock, rocking in and out of his own grip.
“Dr. Park, I’m gonna, mmph, aaah, fuck…gonna come” you squeal, hips stuttering against his face.
“Fuck, yes, come for me, sweetheart” he grins, rimming the head of his cock with his thumb, “You wanna come on my cock?”
Seonghwa’s proposal has you biting down on your hand hard enough to leave a mark. “Oh god, yes, fuck me please. Fuck me, Seonghwa.”
Popping his fingers free, he grabs you by your legs and drags you down until your ass hangs off of the table. “Seonghwa!” you cry out, eyes rolling back as he thrusts into you. That stretch. That one exhilarating, earth shattering stretch, is all it takes to ruin you.
“Mmm, that’s it, come baby. Give it to me” he moans, hips snapping into your fluttering core. You expect, like any other orgasm, for your high to fade after the initial peak but it doesn’t. You’re still there. And your body’s giving out. You brain’s going hazy. You can’t take it but you want to even if it makes you go crazy.
Seonghwa’s eyes never leave your pretty face, never stop eating up how hot you are when you’re at his mercy. The sensation of his own high crashing down on him has him pushing your thighs together, the thickness of them making your pussy feel twice as tight around him.
“So fucking tight, shit, you’re gonna make me come. Where do you want it?”
“I, ooh, I want it…want.” The words are there but you struggle so very hard to find them. You dig deep, collecting the strength needed to run your hand down your belly and spread your folds for him. Your voice is so cute and broken when you say, “On me.”
Seonghwa folds immediately, pulling out to coat your clit in the thick warmth spilling from his cock. Stopping to catch his breath, he leaves it there resting against your clit. Both of you twitching together, his seed dripping down your pussy so that no part of you isn’t marked by him.
“Don’t clean it off” he instructs, kissing down your leg as he places your feet back in the foot rests, “Leave it so you’ll think of me when you’re driving home.”
Easing your fingers from between your folds, you pop them into your mouth, sucking them like a lollipop. “Anything else, Dr. Park?”
Seonghwa zips his pants up, searching his brain for any other pressing information. “That depends, are you free tonight?”
“Hmm, let me think” you muse, staring off into space for dramatic effect. “I can be. That depends on what you had in mind.”
“Well, I was thinking I could pick you up for dinner and then…” He blows you a kiss that communicates his plan wonderfully, “Dinner.”
You giggle, your sweet little crush on him more severe than ever, “Sure, I’d like that but, hold on, you don’t know where I live.”
Seonghwa takes his gloves off, tossing them in the trash can by the door. “You’re my patient, remember? I literally have all of your personal information.”
“Isn’t that, like, a violation of patient privacy or something?”
Seonghwa laughs off your comment, walking over to sneak in a goodbye kiss. “I’ve already violated your privacy once today, sweetheart. Can't hurt to do it again”
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hey if your still doing requests i was just wondering if you could do
a Mechanic Chris Evans is a little older than Y/N story where Y/N has car trouble, and he finds her on side of the road and helps her.
and they go back to his shop. then things get a little flustered for Y/N they talk a little bit but they have a spicy scene,
if you are comfortable with writing
Omg I am so happy I found time to write this. Thanks for asking.
Pairing:Mechanic!Chris EvansX Reader
Warnings: Fluffy stuff then some spice 😉
"Damn it!" You said hitting the steering wheel. "Shit now what do I do now?" you looked around the road and see your not near any phone or even a town.
You grab your phone and look on the map for a towing company and you find Evans who is a mechanic, oh thank heavens.
You breathe a sigh of relief, you quickly dialed the number from the maps and heard his voice. "Hello thank you for calling"
You smiled, "hi My name is L/N, Um my car broke down here on I95 and I don't know how far I am from the nearest town can you help me?"
"Yes ma'am where exactly are you?" You looked at the road signs and tell him where.
"i'm only ten minutes from there hang tight i'll be right over" You nodded. "thank you"
You got out of your car wearing this outfit.
You were on your way meeting some friends in New York when your car broke down, you send a text to the group chat with your girlfriends in it saying you are running late.
You look around and then look at your phone. "it's already noon? oh man I will be very late"
moments later you see a tow truck pull up to your car. Chris hops out. "L/N right?" You looked at him and nodded. "yes that's me hi"
He shakes your hand and then looks at your car. "well I can have it towed back to my shop and take a look there it would be better then being out in this heatwave"
You nod "sounds good" He nods and says. "hop in the front" You do as he says and you watch him hook your car up to the back of the truck damn he looked good.
The way his arm muscles popped when he was hauling the chain to your car made you feel so turned on. But no you just met him it'd be weird to come on to him.
Who knows maybe he's married with kids! You shook your head as he walked to the driver side of his truck and gets in. "Okay" he drives back to his shop and he says. "at first glance i'd say that car has hit the dust"
"Oh that's not good" he nods. "we have a car dealer ship in the city so you could just buy or rest from there"
You nod looking at him. "is it a lot? I saved up a lot for this trip I am not about to spend it on one car"
Chris chuckles. "Yes ma'am it's cheap" He couldn't help but glance at you the way your tanned legs looked he was so in love.
Chris turns into the shop and turns his truck off and then hops out then open your door and you hop out not knowing how tall the step was from the ground you mis land and crash into Chris.
You look at him and he says. "you ok?" You nod standing up but his hands didn't leave your hips as you tried to regain your balance. "I'm okay thanks"
He gets the car into the garage and you stand there watching yet again letting your mind go into the gutter with this man.
Chris turns and says. "Should be fixed in a day or so. Sorry miss L/N"
"A day!?" You said rubbing your arms "I was meeting some girlfriends today not tomorrow, and oh by the way, my name is y/n" You mumbled stuff as you paced.
"Y/N? wait didn't I see you in high school? you were the popular girl every guy but me wanted." You looked at him. "Not so popular now, but I have a good life"
Chris nodded. "well did you ever marry Carl? I heard you and him were planning a wedding" You smile softly. "No it didn't work out" he nods. "sorry to hear that"
You look over at him. "What about you? has Chris Evans got a misses Evans?" He chuckled. "nope I did but we split due to some disagreements in our marriage."
"Im sorry Chris, any girl honestly would be lucky to have you I remember having a small crush on you back in school but...so did many of the other girls"
Chris smiles. "yes I get that alot" You chew on your lip when it was quiet and Chris says. "Anyway i'll see if there is room in the hotel"
You reach out for his arm. "no Chris please don't leave me alone here" he turns and looks at you. "um..okay"
You felt really bold so you stand up and walk to him. "what can we do to pass the time?"
He looked into your eyes and smiles. "I have a few things in mind" You bite your lip and he places his hand on your cheek. "I have wanted to kiss you so badly ever since in school but...God I couldn't"
You said in a hushed whispers. "What's stopping you this time Evans?"
His eyes meets your and he says. "Nothing but-" You place your index finger to his plump red lips. "Shhh..if you keep talking I might back out of this"
Chris crashes his lips on your grabbing your hands in one he backs you to a wall and he hears you moan as he swirls his tongue around your lips begging for you to let him in.
You part your lips ever so slightly so he french kisses you. "Hmm" You said as he run his hand down your waist to your leg pulling it up to his waist.
You gasp feeling his cock through his jeans. he kisses your neck softly nipping at your soft skin. "Fuck Chris..." You said as he let's go of your hand and he says in your ear. "you like it feels hmm?"
You moaned once more before he picks you up setting you on his desk ripping your shirt and shorts off.
"Fuck your beautiful!" he said as he kissed your chest and he moves your bra and starts groping your breast. You let your head fall back as he keeps is hands on you.
You tug at his shirt and he smiles as you take it off seeing the tattoos on his chest made you go crazy.
Chris goes back to sucking on your neck. "hmm" You unclip your bra then toss the the ground as you run your hands through his hair. "Chris...I want you.."
Chris smiles against your skin. "yes?" You nodded. "please" he works his jeans off and says. "panties off" You slid off the black thong and toss it to the ground.
Chris moves his hand to your dripping core. "So wet for me uh babygirl?" You moaned at the nickname. "Yes sir" He pushes a finger into you making you gasp. "Fuck that feels good"
He work his finger in and out of your clit before he adds another finger stretching you out in a best way possible.
"Chris.." That is all you could say as he kept his pace it was rough but you dreamed of this day with him since high school.
Chris feels you tighten around his fingers. "So close uh babygirl?" He said as he looks into your eyes.
"Hmm..yes" You said as you felt close but then Chris stops making you look at him. "No no Chris.." He creases your cheek.
"Shhh your ok" He gets his boxers off and grabs a condom and rolls it on his thick cock then he tease your sensitive clit. "You Ok?" You nod biting your lip. "yes sir..."
He pushes into you making you let out a yelp as your eyes roll into the back of your head. "Fuck Chris" Is all you can say before he slowly moves in and out of you.
"Yea? you like it uh?" He asks moving painfully slow in and out of you. "yes...Hmm so much" he smiles kissing your lips and you run your hands through his hair and tug on it as he speeds up his thrusts into you.
"Fuck fuck!!" You said feeling so close. "Chris...close..so.." he groans feeling close to his climax as well. "Shit you feel so good, why didn't we do this years ago?" he said as you moaned.
"you..never...asked" You said between pants as he hit you g-spot over and over.
Chris groans as he cums in the condom and then you let go around him and he looks into your eyes and pulls away from you and cleans you up and says as he gets dressed. "so..was that my payment?"
You fixed your shirt and giggled looking at him still on the desk. "I don't know, could it be?" Chris looks at you and smiles. "one of the best payments I have ever had" he kisses you then you say. "I should get to the hotel" he nods. "i'll call you when your car is ready. IF I can fix it"
You nod hopping off the desk. "Call me either way please" You teased.
Chris nods. "that's a promise Y/N" You walked out of the shop and found the hotel and got a room for the night.
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Larissa Weems x fem(carpenter/joiner) named reader
Chap 6 | chap 7 | chap 8
Words: 2k?
Warnings: the warning is for next chapter… just unhealthy parental dynamic.
Note: sorry about the skipping, I needed this to be the prompt for what’s to come! Lmk if you think you know what that might be 😂
Over the next week I finished up for the year at work and sorted through all of the the engagements for the beginning of next year, a kitchen in January, laundry in the beginning of February and other odd jobs over the next couple of months, not to drastic. Today though, I'm so exited because Larissa and i are going to Burlington to shop for clothes for me and hopefully I can be rid of the shitty ones I have at home.
The car ride was only 45 minutes and it flew by quickly, firstly we entered an ordinary looking clothes store and immediately we knew this was just not it, we opted to stroll the streets for a while to find something more appropriate and finally we found what were both silently looking for. Luxury brands. Channel, Armani, Valentino, all of the above, consequently Larissa and I decided to split up and go to other stores separate from each other leaving us to our own devices.
I kept heading down the street until I reached Burberry, the grin on my face spread wider at the sight, finally knowing that I can actually fit into these sorts of clothes now, I mean I still have a fear that ill try something on and it will be to small, but I guess I should have faith. Money, is not an issue, that's the only reason I don't mind being here, I suppose I don't have kids to fund nor shared accounts with a significant other I have to worry about, what else am I supposed to do with my money, god knows I've saved enough to be set for life, a few thousand dollars spent on luxury wear is only knocking off less then half a percent…not to brag or anything.
Time seemed slipped away from me as Larissa called wondering where I was, I told her I was just exiting a cafe a block away from her. With two take away cups and 16 bags around my arms I made my way back, the look on her face and the laugh that bubbled from her chest was delightful when we finally met up again. "Did you get enough?" she asked giggling. "Yep, I got 7 pairs of pants, 11 shirts including blouses and turtle necks, I got 3 pairs of shoes, 2 or 3 dresses, shit loads of underwear and 2 beautiful coats." I said proudly, passing her a hot chocolate.
"You will have to show me all of them." She said suggestively taking a sip. "I will." I said walking in tandem with her strides. A while later we were exhausted and decided to go home, the bustling streets were chaotic, people were crawling everywhere in hopes of a last minute Christmas present, I was lucky enough to get a few things for Larissa.
Now back at nevermore, I helped her take up the astounding one bag and graciously laid on her bed as she began to pack a suit case for our trip. It was entertaining to watch her flit about her room and gently yet meticulously place each article of clothing into the case. We were chatting about a few teachers when I abruptly cut her off to at snatch the material she held in her hands.
"Oh...my...god!" I dragged holding up the item. "Violet give it here." she said blankly. "My my my Larissa, this isn't very appropriate for a headmistress now is it." I teased. "Give it to me." she said with a wild blush and an extended hand. "Nope." I said hopping off the bed holding the silk and black lace sleep garment to my front. "Violet." she said as a warning before chasing me around the bed. "What would my father say if he saw you wearing this!" I laughed jumping back over the bed to get away from her.
Larissa changed tactics by stopping and calming herself. "Violet, darling, sweet angel, please give it back." she said bent at the hips with her hands braced to the mattresses surface peering into my eyes batting her own eyelashes. I stood in front of her open suit case to find the matching bottoms, to which I discarded the top, picked those up then picked up a pair of red lacy panties and held them between both my index fingers. Larissa crawled over the bed and snatched them away tossing them back into the case.
But she wasn't going to let me get away, Larissa grasped my shoulders pulling me to fall on the bed, then in one fell swoop straddled my thighs. "Are you going to behave my sweet?" she purred in question. My hesitation made her eyebrows raise. "mhmm." I hummed cheekily. She leaned down and kissed me silly, filling me from head to toe in joy, what absolute fucking bliss.
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Christmas day rolled around feeling like just any ordinary day to me, however I wasn't alone for the first time in years and just looking at Larissa I could tell she loved charismas. That woman had an 11 foot tree installed in her office and baked for hours last night before I arrived to spend Christmas eve, I'm sure we watched 5 movies and could have died from the amount of sugar we inhaled, but in the end it was all worth it, I forgot how exiting in can be when your with the right people.
We opened presents and Larissa adored the things I brought her, cream leather gloves with a matching wide belt that had a gold emblem situated in the middle, a Versace headscarf, a 3 pack of red lipsticks in her shade and a chunky gold bracelet that I saw her eyeing before we left Burlington. She passed me a few to unwrap with untamed glee, the first was a gold signet ring with the letters 'VAH' cursively inscribed. "A?... how did you know my middle initial?" I asked her, she shrugged with a grin. "i think Adeline is a beautiful middle name by the way." I was so confused but didn't question it further. The next was a few more poetry books and a Louis Vuitton bag that was black and grey, it was stunning, there were a few more little things, but my greatest gift was being able to share the day with her.
We ended the day wrapped in warm sheets together and possibly, maybe, there could have been another Christmas present that carried on until the early hours of Boxing Day...
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The day has come for Larissa and I to travel the 5 hours to stay with dad, something I didn't think id say. I can feel dread set in the pit of my stomach knowing that's this its going to be far from enjoyable, I didn't want to drag her into something that she'd want to retreat from yet I still did it anyway, I guess we're lucky Louise, jade and the little girls are gonna be there.
We packed my car and sorted out the arrangements for leaving, like making sure the doors were locked, the gates were secured at the school and hazards are resolved before leave, it'll be 2 weeks until we return and it would be great if nothing was broken into or burned down.
Larissa took charge of the music choosing Madonna and lady gaga to be the main voices for the drive and began asking 500 questions about each individuall she will be meeting, of course I warned her about my father and ignorant step mother, I told her their hardly home always gallivanting around town- separately might I add, doing god knows what, his latest thing is golf, before that was going to the shooting range and before that was hunting.
With only an hour left, Larissa had fallen asleep in a rather uncomfortable looking position, I shimmied off my jumper and tucked it behind her neck all while staying on the road. My body almost feels magnetised as I drive closer, if I could, I’d turn around and go back.
“How much longer now?” Larissa asked with her head resting against the seats headrest whilst simultaneously grasping my thigh. “22 minutes.” I said removing my hand from the gear stick to wrap around hers. “That’s very specific.” She said. “It is isn’t it.” I ended. She seemed to notice my deep, heavy breathing and flickering eyes. “Everything is going to be ok sweetheart.” She cooed bringing up my hand to place a kiss to the back off it. “I know… I just haven’t been back for a while.” This is the place I should be calling home because I grew up here and I’m returning to it, but it never was- I know Jericho is my home.
Larissa just came to the realisation that this town is probably the same place where my ex-fiancé lives and understands the situation a bit more now, she gives me a sympathetic smile and placed our intertwined hands in her lap stroking over the skin.
Instead of going through town I opted to take the back roads, soon enough we were turning down the driveway that’s since been tarred over and passed by the concrete pillars with horribly carved out gargoyles, I could only think one thing. Fucking asshole, what poor taste. The house came in to view and my blood started to simmer, new roofing, new window shutters and a wraparound porch, I must remember to ask where the white picket fence is.
Putting the car in neutral I killed the engine and huffed not wanting to get out. “Come on let’s go.” She said unbuckling her seat belt and mine while she was at it. “Fine…we’ll just leave this crap in the car and come back and get it later.” I groaned pertaining to our luggage. We stepped out of the car into the cold wind and I put my jumper back on, because Larissa made me… we walked towards the front door, but I stopped to give Larissa a loving kiss, one she hummed and smiled into before entering the threshold of hell.
After knocking, the door opened a moment later only the person who opened it was rather small, I had to look down in confusion until it melted away, the best little person ever grinned up at me with huge green eyes. “Auntie violet!” She squealed. “Lilly!” I yelled laughing scooping her up and twirling around pulling giggles from her, I kissed all around her face until she was begging me to stop.
“Lil, what did I say about opening the door to stra- oh vi!” Louise said. “Hey Lou.” I spoke letting Lilly down from my hold to give her a hug. “Missed ya baby sis.” I whispered in her ear. “Missed you too.” She replied. Then came walking over was the other baby sister. “Jaddie.” I said wrapping my arms around her. “Oh god you haven’t called me that in years.” She said patting me on the back. I laughed and took a step back realizing Larissa was still in the door way. “Who’s that?” Lilly asked in a loud whisper. I waved in Larissa and introduced her to the girls. “This is my friend Larissa, she’s gonna be staying with us too.” I said. “Larissa this is Louise, jade and Lilly my two sisters and niece, charlottes here too yeah?” I said. “Yeah she’s down for a nap, it’s lovely to meet you Larissa.” Louise spoke giving her a light hug that was surprisingly not awkward. “Likewise.” Larissa said.
“She’s really pretty.” Lilly said tugging on my trousers. “She is isn’t she.” I said looking to Larissa. All of us were looking between Lilly, Larissa and I. “Do you think she wants to play with me?” She asked. I looked to Larissa for an answer. She walked over and squatted down in front of Lilly. “I… would love to play with you angel.” She said jutting out her chin and scrunching up her nose at the small girl. Larissa extended to her full height again and stood beside me, rissa fits well with the rest of us, hair all some shade of blond and all fairly tall.
“Right I’m off.” That voice ugh. “See ya later.” He said brushing past us all. “Um dad?…” jade questioned. “What?” He looked up putting on his coat. “Oh Violet. You’re here, good, there’s a load of washing to be hung out, I’m going to the golf course so have dinner done when I get back.” He said looking me up and down. “huh, you lost weight.” I sarcastically chuckled as he walked out, honestly I could have ripped his head from his shoulders if he didn’t leave. Larissa was gob smacked at what just happened. “So rissa, that’s my dad, Robert Hastings is what he would have introduced himself as if he wasn’t a prick.” I stated, she looked at all of us who were used to his behavior. “Please forgive me but that was utterly rude.” She said slowly. “We know.” The three of us said in unison.
We moved the reunion into the lounge room and on the way Larissa noticed the photos on the walls, only one had me in it from when I was 14, the most hideous picture if you ask me. She saw the plaques and certificates blown up to be the center of attention. “Wait… your father is Robert Hastings, like the criminal lawyer?” She turned to face you all. “Mhmm.” Jade hummed as we rolled our eyes. “Oh.” She said coming to Sit down awkwardly.
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Over the next couple of days the strain between dad and myself only ten folded, he had come back that night, actually introduced himself to Larissa and continued to only talk about how 'great' he is, I feel myself cringe every time he ran a hand over his salt and pepper hair giving the impression of how cocky he is and dare I say the way he looked at her, she side eyed me the whole conversation. Larissa and I are staying in my old room that's now full of golf clubs, hunting gear and guns lining the walls, how quaint, he removed my old queen size bed and replaced it with a double leaving Larissa and I to practically lay on top of each other all night, not that we complain. We have kept our relationship under wraps the whole time not getting to close while others were around, only the most inconspicuous touches were used, although, my sisters know me well enough to eventually pick up on the fact that there's more than friendship between us, I'm just waiting to be pulled aside by them.
Larissa is fitting in quite well with my sisters and she seems to love Lilly just as much as i do, she's more cautious around Lottie- charlotte, Louise's baby, she thinks she'll do something wrong since she hasn't to much experience with babies. We were sitting in the dinning room with craft scattered about the table when Lilly gave me a crown made of fake red flowers. “Auntie vi, should I make Larissa one?” She asked cupping her hand to the side of her cheek and beside my ear to whisper. “Sure.” I replied. “What colours?” She wondered. “Mmm…” I hummed looking at Larissa squinting my eyes, I turned back to the small girl and said. “how about purple and blue, it will match her hair.” She retracted and gave me a toothy grin before getting to work on Larissa’s new accessory.
Once finished, she rounded the table and offered up the head piece. “I made this for you.” She said holding it out for Larissa to take. “Oh thank you sweet angel!” She gleefully spoke, placing it upon her head, it fit just right, her hair was in a low ponytail letting her wavey curls have a break from the usual confinement. She turned to me smiling only just realizing that I had one too, she was to invested in sorting out the glitters and coloured paper to notice.
"I think you should kiss auntie Violet." the cheeky girl blurted out, my face dropped and went scarlet at her statement. Larissa chuckled and looked surprised towards Lilly. "Should I now?" she asked. "yep, she keeps staring at you." she said confidently then stood between us gripping both of our arms with tiny hands and pulled us closer together. "i think we should give her what she wants don't you?" Larissa asked, I gave her a disapproving look at the fact of giving into a 4 year old, but thinking the words ‘fuck it’ I leaned in and kissed chastely on her lips. Pulling away I blushed again and glowered at Lilly and her smug look.
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*Larissa’s pov*
The next morning I woke to find that Violet wasn't in bed, I rose, wrapped a blanket around my shoulders and padded down the hallway and the sight I found warmed my heart completely, vi was standing in the kitchen preparing a bottle for charlotte, holding her to her chest and lightly swaying and humming to keep the child calm. While she was waiting for the milk to cool a bit she gazed out of the window above the sink at the pink and blue sky as it was still before sunrise.
I peered over to the light coming from the television and saw that Lilly was laying on the lounge quietly watching cartoons. I could feel the love radiating from me just being able to view this beautiful moment, but when I know violet has had the luxury of this life ripped away from her I cant help but feel a horrible sense of sadness, this beautiful woman was meant to be a mother, have a loving family and be a strong devoted wife.
Violet must have sensed my presents because she turned around to gaze at me and summon me over with a gentle jerk of her head. "Morning darling." she said tilting her head for a kiss, I could taste the tea on her lips and placed another to her temple drawing back to see the child in her arms, the whole time she had a smile graced upon her lips and glimmer in her eye that was small but there nevertheless.
"I could hear them stirring and thought to watch over them so Lou could sleep." She said moving to occupie the lounge Lilly rested on taking the bottle with her. "I was wondering where you were." I said taking a seat beside her.
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over the next couple of hours violet and I lazed about the property going for a walk in the shallow snow and soaking in the time we have together, idle talks about mundane things ensued, her god awful father finding place in topic and the fact that her step mother has been absent over the 4 days we've been here. I also decide to bring up the conversation I initially avoided when first asked, first loves. I don't like to think about Mortica, but I think its only fair that she knows, if she can entrust me with things about her past what stops me from doing the same?
She took it very well not that it was that bad anyway, a teenager in love with her roommate and the inevitable angst and heartbreak along with it, its quite embarrassing I haven't been able or willing to obtain a relationship since then, but that doesn't mean I hadn't had other partners in between.
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*violets pov*
Sitting down in the living room doing puzzles on the coffee table with all the girls, the ticking of the clock on the wall and the background noise of the tv become irritating, the lights feel to bright and dads presents while sitting in his chair feels suffocating. Larissa and jade are having a conversation about something, Lou is sat across from me with Lottie in her lap and Lilly's half draped over my left half, I feel uneasy but shake the feeling. Its nearing 4:30pm and soon enough ill be able to sleep off what ever this is and be one with Larissa in the ridiculously small bed.
A knock on the door interrupted the small noise of the room and dad shot up so fast just to answer it. "ill get it." he said snapping down the recliner pacing to the door. They all looked at each other and me with furrowed brows, I continued to place a piece of the puzzle into its slot and silently ask Larissa to be closer to me.
"We have a guest." dad said, with my back turned I looked to jade and Louise, their faces displaying shock and utter fright, as they both looked at me I could tell that who ever it was it wasn't good, I could see in their eyes they were begging me not to turn around, I peered to Larissa who looked confused as her gaze cut to me, to behind, then back to me.
my eyes moved in the direction before my head started to swivel, when my eyes came in contact with what was behind me my blood ran cold, skin turned white, my vison blurred and my breathing almost completely stopped. I. Feel. Sick.
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Coach Nat
Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader
Natasha helps you relieve some stress by teaching you what she knows best
Note: This is a continuation of my Work Wives universe. It can be read separately, but I recommend reading the other parts! Please also check out @belovaskitkat’s moodboard for this universe. It’s amazing! Enjoy!
Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist
Dating Natasha has been the best experience of your life. It’s been six months of pure bliss. You never tire of seeing each other everyday at work and spending most nights at each other’s homes.
You’ve found that being in Natasha’s arms is your favorite place to be. She takes the same refuge in yours.
Somedays you’re exhausted from work. The stress of teaching young minds gets to you, and Natasha swoops in to save the day.
Today is no exception of that.
You’ve been stressed out all day, but when you see Nat on the field wrapping up soccer practice the load you carry begins to feel even just slightly lighter.
The team breaks out of the huddle and she walks to your car.
“Hey there,” Natasha hops in the passenger seat.
“Hey babe,” you greet her back.
She notices that you don’t immediately kiss her cheek or hug her like you normally do when you see her again.
“What’s on your mind, sweetheart?”
You shrug in response and go to put the car in drive. Her hand comes to stop yours.
“Come with me,” she says with a kiss to your cheek. She’s out of the car before you can protest. You turn off the engine and get out to follow her.
“Nat, what are we doing? We have dinner plans,” you say.
“We’ll just be a little late. Come on now,” she says. She’s wearing a smirk as she grabs a soccer ball and reaches for your hand.
You let her pull you onto the field.
“I know you’re stressed out, baby. So let’s get our blood pumping and work through it, yeah?” She asks.
“I don’t know how to play soccer,” you remind her.
She chuckles. “Well good thing you have the state coach of the year to teach you.”
You grin at that. You were so proud of Natasha for getting that recognition she deserved.
“Coach Nat please teach me your ways,” you say.
“Okay first, let’s teach you how to kick,” Natasha says.
“I’m pretty sure I know how to kick a ball.”
She laughs at that. Setting the ball on the ground, she moves your body to stand behind it. Nat is handsy as she turns your hips to angle your lower half just right to make the perfect kick.
“Go for it, baby,” she says as she releases you.
You kick the ball successfully into the goal.
“Yes!” Nat cheers. “That’s my girl!”
You smile as she lifts you up and spins you around. You kiss her softly and she deepens the kiss.
“Now how about a little one v one?” Natasha asks once she breaks the kiss.
“You’re going down, Romanoff,” you tell her.
“In your dreams!” She yells.
Natasha grabs the ball and the the two of you play for about an hour. You’re exhausted but you do feel so much less stressed.
You do make it to your dinner plans, a little late and sweaty, but you made it.
“Sorry for our appearance. We had a little impromptu soccer match this afternoon,” you tell the table of friends.
Natasha smiles at you and holds your hand under the table.
“Who won?” Sam asks.
“Oh, we weren’t keeping score,” you supply the answer.
“The two of you didn’t keep score? I find that hard to believe,” Wanda joins in.
“Well,” Natasha begins.
You interrupt her. “It doesn’t matter who won. Point is, we had fun.”
“You lost, didn’t you?” Sam asks.
“So badly, yeah,” you admit sheepishly.
You lean into Nat and she kisses your temple. Your friends have gone back to eating and having their own conversation about who knows what.
“It’s alright, my love. I’m tough to beat,” she says. Her competitiveness makes you smile.
“I love you,” you say quietly.
“I love you more,” she replies.
Natasha holds you close for the rest of dinner and through the night.
You can always find so much peace around her.
You know one day for sure she is going to be your wife.
And you can’t wait.
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