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egcdeath · 1 year

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the l word

pairing: joel miller x reader

summary: the five times you realized that you loved joel, and the first time one of you says it.

word count: 9.1k

warnings: canon divergent, no apocalypse, 5+1 fic, hurt/comfort, a certain someone gets punched, brief mention of postpartum depression & abandonment, really brief mention of physical abuse in 3, fluff, domestic fluff, angst with a happy ending, found family

author’s note: happy very early valentine’s day! this is part three of the soccer parents au, you can read spectator sport (p1) and clean sheet (p2) here!

this fic would not be possible if it were not for the help of @freakinfairykind, who sent me the idea for scene 3 and listened to my thought vomit whenever i hit a roadblock! you can thank them for the brilliance that is what occurs in that scene :)! enjoy!

part four / series masterlist

Zero

After Nathan, you were sure that you would never fall in love again. Love was supposed to be beautiful and soft—a random bouquet of flowers, having a whole conversation with just your eyes, sweet messages sent to you when you expected it least and needed it most, and foot massages after a long day. For you, love had been nothing of the sort—settling for mediocrity, spitting out venomous words during arguments, and biting back tears on forgotten anniversaries.

Love wasn’t kind or patient, or rainbows and flowers. Love was a storm cloud that followed you around when you were around him, pouring sadness and anger on you and striking you with lightning bolts of resentment.

Maybe some people just simply weren’t meant for love. Maybe you were one of them.

One

After years of trying to hold together a failing marriage and hide the myriad of painful feelings you were going through for the sake of your daughter, bottling up your feelings had become your preferred coping mechanism to everyday stressors.

For the most part, it worked for you. Sure, some days were harder than others, and the smallest confrontation or blip in the day would send you spiraling; but more often than not, you were able to compartmentalize whatever was bothering you and save it for a rainy day.

That was part of what worked so well about the relationship you had with Joel during the soccer season—you had the opportunity to unscrew the lid of the shaken bottle of your feelings just a little bit, taking some of the edge off by yelling about completely inconsequential things. But now, you don't have that outlet. And today was one of those days that you desperately needed it.

Nathan had come by to pick up Chloe just a bit ago, and it was very obvious that she hadn’t exactly wanted to spend her weekend with him. Some of her friends were going to the mall and having a sleepover, and because Nathan wasn’t particularly fond of their parents, he’d very openly told her no. She begged and pleaded to stay with you (mainly so she could go hang out with her friends), which of course broke your heart a little bit, but also led to a pretty dramatic outburst from your daughter to Nathan when he’d picked her up.

“You’re raising a spoiled little brat,” he hissed at you, pointing an accusatory finger once Chloe was in the car.

“At least I’m raising her. You only show up when it’s convenient for you,” you shot back. If Nathan wanted to stoop low, you could fall to his level. “Put your finger down. She’s watching us.”

“A little argument won’t hurt her,” he scoffed. “See? You’re proving my point: you spoil her too much.”

“Because years of watching her parents bicker wasn’t traumatic enough? Get in the fucking car, Nathan.”

He huffed, looking back at the car, then over at you. “Fine. But before I go, I’d appreciate it if you stopped talking poorly about me in front of her. Clearly she’s listening to you and acting out because of it.”

“Have you considered that you’re just a shit father and maybe that’s why she doesn’t like you?” you were already making your way back inside, feeling the avalanche of emotions beginning to stir inside of you, and a little frightened of what might come out next.

“You’re still such a bitch. Every day I praise every deity that’s out there that I left your sorry ass.”

You were viciously fighting the urge to get the last word in, knowing that whatever would come out next wouldn’t be good, and you certainly didn’t want Chloe seeing you like that. You left him with a sarcastic thumbs up, then slammed your front door, taking deep breaths to attempt to calm yourself down.

You crumbled down in front of the door, still maintaining slow and deep breaths. It was no big deal. Nathan just says stuff like that to stir the pot. You just needed to find something to take your mind off of everything. Your mind went to the scarf you’d been working on crocheting, something you could mindlessly do for a little while while you cooled off.

The scarf was going well. You were calmly crocheting the evening away when you checked your phone to find a few apologetic messages from your coworkers. Feeling confused, you went on to check your email, only to find that the promotion you’d spent the last few months of your life slaving away for had been given to someone else—someone who had worked half as hard as you, and even took credit for a few of your projects.

Your hands shook as you set down your phone and attempted to pick back up the crochet hook. You were fine, right? Sometimes these things just happen. Sometimes you sacrifice hours of your free time, hours of time you’ll never get back with your child, or significant other, hours you’ll never get back of sleep, hours of-

You cut your mind off, tossing aside the scarf and taking a deep breath. You were gonna be okay. This just meant you could take your foot off the gas going forward, since your work, effort, and time clearly was not being valued. Maybe you would just sit at your desk and play games, then slap your name on projects and presentations like Naomi. Maybe you’d just-

Your phone began to vibrate on your bed and your immediate reaction was to silence it, but upon checking the contact name, you became slightly more inclined to answer.

“Hey! I almost thought you weren’t gonna pick up,” the man on the other end chuckled.

“Is everything okay?” you asked, although you weren’t sure you’d be able to handle anything else today. With how your day was going, Joel was probably calling you to break up.

“Better than okay. We finished up early, and Sarah’s already at her friend’s. You in the mood for some company?”

No, not particularly. In fact, if Joel came over, you’d probably end up going off on him over something you don’t really mean, successfully putting an end to the best thing you’ve had in a while.

“Uh,” your voice cracked, and a rogue tear slipped down your face. You didn’t even know that you were on the brink of tears. “I’m sorry,” you uttered, digging the heels of your hands into your eyes.

“Sorry for what? You don’t have to feel bad for not wanting me over,” he said genuinely, not picking up on your emotional state over the phone.

“No, I do want you over,” you whimpered. “I just… I don’t want to lose you, too.”

“What? I promise you I’m not going anywhere. Well, I’m going home now, but I can also come to your place if you want me to.”

“Please,” you grit out.

“You okay?” he asked, finally catching on to the fact that something was very off with you.

“I don’t know,” you confessed.

“Do you want me to stay on the phone with you?”

“No.”

“You sure you want me to come over?”

“Yeah,” you sniffled, desperately trying to fend off your tears.

“Okay, sweetheart. I’ll see you soon, alright?”

“Bye,” you hung up, burrowing yourself under layers of blankets and curling up onto your side. Maybe this tidal wave of emotions would pass by the time Joel got to your place. You closed your eyes as you took deep, shaky breaths, wiping away stray tears every now and then as they fell. You could pull yourself together.

You kept telling yourself this as you dragged yourself out of bed to answer the door, but the moment you saw Joel with a box of chocolates and a bouquet of flowers, you completely lost it. He immediately tossed the items down and pulled you into a tight embrace, not exactly knowing what was wrong, but instinctually wanting to comfort you regardless.

You didn’t even really know what it was either. Sure, you were pissed that you’d lost the promotion, and even more upset that Nathan had called your daughter a name while insulting your parenting skills, but it was far more than that. It was every little thing from the past two months that had upset you in some capacity that you had decided to push as far down as possible.

You sobbed until your throat was raw and your eyes grew sore from crying so much. The whole time Joel wordlessly held you, rubbing soothing circles into your back and swaying you back and forth just the slightest bit. You almost felt like your tears would never stop, and the more you willed yourself to pull it together, the harder it was to do so.

Finally, you pulled away, head hanging with humiliation by the emotions abruptly pouring out of you. You truly felt like a live wire. You should’ve just told Joel not to come over.

“Want me to run you a bath?” he asked softly, tilting your chin up so he could look at you, and rubbing a thumb over your cheek. “Or is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

“A bath is good,” you said quietly, averting your gaze. You almost felt like a toddler in the midst of a tantrum. The shame of being a grown woman who couldn’t even control her emotions was overwhelming, but Joel didn’t seem to mind much at all. He simply led you up to your bathroom and quietly filled the tub for you, checking it every now and then to make sure it wasn’t too hot. Once the tub was filled up, he helped you undress, then held your hand as you stepped into the tub.

“Would you like me to stay?” Joel asked as you settled into the tub.

“Not really,” you admitted.

“Okay. Just yell for me if you need anything. I’ll be downstairs.”

Somehow, the bath was everything you needed. It was just warm enough to relax your rather tense muscles, and just quiet enough to allow you to actually process your thoughts. You sat and soaked in the bath for a while, just inhaling the scent of lavender, and trying your best to let go of the feelings that you’d been holding onto for so long.

Eventually, you felt ready to talk about things, and called out Joel’s name, who after a moment, showed up in your bathroom and sat down on a towel next to the tub.

“How are you feeling?” he asked, reaching for your pruny hand.

“Better,” you answered as you laced your fingers with his.

“Well, I’m here when you feel ready to talk about it. And if you don’t feel ready to talk about it, that’s okay too.”

“Okay,” you said quietly. “I’m sorry,” you apologized, the apology being more of a force of habit.

“You don’t need to be sorry,” Joel assured, “we all feel our feelings sometimes,” he pushed away a bit of hair that had fallen into your face.

“I’m sorry you had to see me like this, I guess,” you continued. It had been a while since you’d shown any negative emotions in front of anyone, let alone a significant other. In fact, the last time you’d been sad in front of a significant other, you’d been laughed at and mocked. You’d been conditioned to see your own vulnerability as weakness, as a character flaw you needed to apologize for.

“Like what? Naked?” he teased, trying to at least make you smile when you’d clearly been feeling so down. “You know I don’t mind that at all. Seriously, though. There’s nothing wrong with being upset, and there’s nothing wrong with being upset in front of the people you care about.”

A tear slipped down your cheek. It had been so long since anyone had made you feel like you weren’t a burden for having a rough day. Joel gently brushed away your tears with his thumb, and kissed your forehead.

“Thank you,” you muttered, feeling all sorts of feelings, particularly one feeling you couldn’t quite describe that had been lying dormant for years of your life.

You eventually got out of the tub once the water had become too cold and you had become

somewhat of a human prune, and you found yourself curled up in bed with Joel, wearing a flannel that he’d left behind the last time he was over.

“Feeling any better?” he asked once again, gently rubbing your back as a trashy reality TV show played quietly in the background.

“Yeah,” you mumbled as you looked up at the ceiling, “it’s been a rough few months.”

“Months?” Joel asked, scooting closer to you. “What’s been happening?”

“Too much to get into,” you sighed. “I guess it just all came out now.”

Joel turned down the volume of the TV, and turned his body so that he could face you properly. “If you want to talk, we have the time. I may or may not have drank a coffee on my way over here, so I’ll be completely alert for the next few hours.”

He gently grabbed your hand and squeezed it, a little reminder that he was here for you.

“Today’s just been… bad. When Nathan picked Chloe up, she was upset so he called her a spoiled brat and said that it was my fault that she was one. Obviously I do a lot for her, and I know that I’m a good mom, but sometimes the way he talks about her scares me a little. I don’t want her to have self-esteem issues because her dad likes to name-call. I mean, she’s probably gonna have enough issues from our shitty relationship and messy divorce. That really upset me, but that definitely wasn’t the last straw or anything.”

Joel silently sat and listened, holding your hand and listening attentively.

“I lost the promotion, Joel. You know, the one I’ve been working absurd hours for? But it’s not just that, it’s just… there are months of emotions I haven’t had a chance to process. I guess it just all came out now after that.”

“I’m so sorry,” he said softly. “Nathan is an asshole. He shouldn’t be saying that kind of thing about his child just to make you feel bad. And your boss is stupid for not giving you that position when you’ve clearly earned it. Everything you’ve felt today is valid, but so is everything else that you’ve been holding in for the past… however long. It’s okay to feel your feelings in the moment instead of waiting for them to boil over.”

“I guess, it’s just… I don’t know. I’ve had to be strong for so long. I don’t know if I know how to not wait for my emotions to boil over.”

“Well, you don’t have to be so strong anymore. You’re not alone,” he assured you. “If you ever need me to watch Chloe because you need to go out to the middle of nowhere and scream, or just need someone to talk your feelings out with, I am more than happy to do so. Okay?”

“Okay,” you agreed, setting your head on Joel’s chest.

You were getting that weird, dormant feeling in you once again. There was an odd warmth in your chest and butterflies in your stomach, that felt strange and familiar, but most of all, exciting. You had no idea what was going on, or what that feeling was, but you did know that you didn’t want it to stop anytime soon.

And honestly, it didn’t seem like it would.

Two

Walking into Joel’s home to the sound of soft guitar chords made you feel a bit like you had woken up in a dream, or died and gone to heaven. It wasn’t often that you’d heard him play guitar. Sing? Sure! He loved to sing along to a song he liked on the radio, or do karaoke with you and the kids. But playing guitar was something that he seemed to like to keep to himself.

Joel had picked Chloe up from school, as you had an important work event that you’d anticipated going quite late, and as you’d predicted, it was nearly midnight by the time you got to Joel’s place. It was rare for you to see those two alone, without yours or Sarah’s presence, but you’d assumed the latter had gone to bed due to how late it was and the fact that they had school in the morning.

So hearing Joel play for your daughter felt… weird. But a good weird. Like he trusted her enough to be doing something that he often kept under wraps, even for you.

“I love this song!” you heard your daughter exclaim from the living room. You rounded a corner, not quite ready to appear yet, but curious enough to eavesdrop on the scene.

Joel chuckled at her reaction, “should we sing it together?”

“Maybe, I’m not very good, though.”

“I doubt that,” Joel said, continuing to play the introduction to the song on a loop.

“I… fine, I’ll sing.”

The two of them began to sing along to the song, and you could’ve sworn that your heart did an actual flip as you listened. There was something very sweet about the whole scene, of Joel playing a song your daughter loved, of him assuring her that she was good enough, and singing something together.

You should’ve felt bad for listening in on the scene, for invading on a moment that was clearly meant to be private, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to feel that way when your heart was so filled with… something that you couldn’t quite place.

The song came to a soft conclusion, and you figured there was no better time to finally step out from behind the wall than then.

“You guys sounded so good!” you stated as you entered the room.

“Oh hi,” Joel greeted a little awkwardly, looking down at his guitar as if he’d been caught red handed.

“Mom!” Chloe exclaimed, coming over to you and hugging you. “I missed you.”

“We were just killing time while we waited for you to get home. How was work?”

“Eh,” you shrugged, sitting down across from Joel as Chloe curled up next to you. “It was work.”

“Mom, did you know that Joel sings and plays guitar? He’s really good!”

“Really? I didn’t know that,” you acted surprised for your child, but looked mischievously at your partner. It wasn’t often that you had the chance to get Joel to play you something, and you refused to let the opportunity slip away from you. “Can you play me something?”

“He can!” Chloe accepted the offer before Joel could begin to protest. God, was this child your mini-you. “Go ahead, Joel.”

He looked to you as if he needed some sort of excuse to not do it, or encouragement to play (more likely than not, he was looking for an out), but you simply shrugged, far too enthused at the idea of him playing guitar for you.

Just as the man sighed and began to put his fingers to the string, Sarah came down the stairs and plopped herself right next to you.

“You guys are loud,” she stated, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

“Sorry for waking you up,” you apologized. “You were just about to miss your dad’s concert!”

“Oh good,” Sarah giggled, getting all comfortable next to you as she pulled a blanket over her lap.

“I feel like this is a premeditated attack,” Joel held onto his guitar.

“It’s definitely not. We just want you to share your gift with the world!”

“Alright, fine. Only because I like you guys so much.”

The three of you cheered from the couch as Joel began to play again, the soft acoustic notes of a love song you’d heard a few times before. As Joel played and sang, he looked straight at you, and you couldn’t help but feel like the lyrics were coming straight from his heart to you.

That warm, fuzzy feeling in your chest that you’d become more and more familiar with over the course of your relationship began to reappear as you sat there, the moment a snapshot of the perfect domestic bliss that had become your home life. As you sat with your two favorite children in the world, and your favorite man, you realized that you’d never felt more content in your life.

Three

When you agreed to come to a bar with Joel, you hadn’t expected it to be a quaint little hole-in-the-wall with great live music.

The atmosphere was lively, the drinks were dangerously sweet, and best of all, it was cute watching Joel in his element. Part of you wondered if he ever saw himself up on the stage, playing for a little audience. Although, he was so bashful and shy playing in front of you and the girls that you wondered if he would like it at all.

You finished off your first drink rather quickly, but you were feeling up for another, and prepared to head back to the bar. “Do you want another drink?” you asked Joel over the loud music.

“I’m alright. Thank you, though,” he kissed your cheek, then looked back up at the stage, directing all of his focus there once more.

You made your way back to the bar, where you ordered another fruity drink for yourself and patiently waited for it to be made, humming along to the cover being sung on stage.

Being able to find out more about what Joel liked to spend his time doing was (unsurprisingly) quite nice. While he was vulnerable with his emotions, he was often a little more closed off when it came to sharing his hobbies and interests. You wondered how many of these live shows and open mics he was familiar with, how many local artists he was friends with. Would he ever feel comfortable enough around you to share those things with you? Well, you certainly hoped so.

You looked around with a small smile on your face at the thought of learning more about your partner’s interests. Had he ever been the one up on stage? Maybe before Sarah was born and he was launched straight into the time consuming world of fatherhood. Although, he surely would’ve shared that with you by now.

You were drawn out of thought when eyes landed on a head of hair that looked a little too familiar for your liking.

No.

There was no way.

This bar was definitely not his scene. In fact, if you’d suggested this bar, he would’ve laughed in your face and called you a hipster, before dragging you out to some stuffy restaurant where he’d complain about the portion size of both his meal and the bill.

Your mind was just playing a mean trick on you. You’d had a somewhat stressful week, and sometimes drinking made you the slightest bit paranoid. Besides, it was just someone’s hair. Literally anyone could have that hair color, or hair cut, and although the world was small, it wasn’t that small.

Just as you began to fall headfirst into your nerves, the bartender handed you your drink, and you walked back to Joel, head still in the clouds.

You couldn’t shake that off feeling, even as Joel danced around with you and stole a sip of your drink, both actions bringing a smile to your face, but not quite quelling the growing discomfort in your stomach.

You just needed to go clear your mind and freshen up. At least, that’s what you told yourself before telling Joel to keep your drink safe and power walking to the bathroom.

You stood at the sink, splashing your face with water as cold as the faucets would go. Nathan was not here. You needed to just relax, and enjoy the fun date that Joel had planned. You couldn’t keep letting this man ruin your experiences, even when he wasn’t present.

“You okay, hun?” a voice asked you while your head was bowed over the sink. When you looked up, your eyes nearly popped out of your head, as if you were some ridiculous cartoon character.

Well. Your brain must’ve really been fucking with you today. Or the Universe just really hated you.

Claire, Nathan’s new girlfriend, was asking you if you were alright in the bathroom of a bar that your new boyfriend had suggested.

You were completely unsure of whether she knew who you were or not, although she seemed tipsy enough not to care.

“Oh, I’m fine,” you smiled awkwardly at her. “But, uh, my mascara’s a little smudged. Any chance you have a makeup wipe?”

“Yeah!” she said, digging into her purse to check for the item.

You’d never met Claire before, but as far as first impressions went, this one wasn’t too bad. She offered you the wipe, then stood next to you as you dabbed at your under eye.

“You meet anyone fun tonight?” she asked, beginning to touch up her own makeup.

“No, I’m actually here with my partner. He really likes the music,” you said casually, dabbing at the same spot so you could at least attempt to maintain your composure in an otherwise dramatically ironic and tense situation.

“Oh no. Was he the one making you cry?”

“Cry? No! I was sweating. We were dancing,” suddenly, a slightly perverse question crossed your mind. “Does your partner make you cry a lot?”

“How do you even know I have one?” she giggled, sounding less accusatory and more confused.

“I don’t I just-“

“No, not really,” she shrugged as she reapplied her lip liner. “He mostly just buys me shit and spoils me. What would I have to cry about? He’s a really good guy.”

Oh, you remembered that phase. Well, phases. The time after he’d slapped you during an argument immediately came to mind. Nathan could probably teach a seminar on love bombing, then making you feel guilty for having any negative feelings because of all the money he’d spent on you.

“That’s good,” you nodded, tossing the used wipe in the trash and making your way to the door. “Thanks for checking in on me and helping me. Have a good night.”

“Hey, do I know you from somewhere?” she asked as your hand hit the door.

“No,” you replied promptly, maybe slamming the door behind you a little too hard.

This was a lot to process, and a lot to take in. Despite having a fun time with Joel, you really just wanted to go home. Finding your way back out to him, you silently accepted back your drink and stood besides him stiffly.

“You okay?” he asked, gently grabbing your arm.

“Fine, just… just.. I have an upset stomach,” you explained. You were never a good liar, the concern in Joel’s eyes told you that you hadn’t suddenly become one.

“I’m sorry, sweetie,” he said, rubbing your forearm gently. “Let’s go home, okay?”

You certainly didn’t protest as he began to lead you out of the bar, and you let out a sigh of relief at being able to leave before running into anyone else you knew.

Although, life was never that simple, was it?

As you approached the door, a familiar voice called out your name, sending a chill up your spine. Joel’s head whipped around from where it was coming from, and scowled when he saw who the voice belonged to. Ignoring him, the two of you continued your departure, a newfound urgency in both of your steps.

Once you were outside, you felt yourself puff out a sigh of relief. You’d managed to get out of the bar with only a brief conversation with Claire, and no direct interaction with Nathan. Now, if you could only get home, curl up with Joel on the couch, and tell him the absurd story of how you’d bumped into your ex’s new girlfriend in the bathroom.

But the universe clearly wasn’t letting you off the hook just yet.

“Hey!” Nathan called as he stepped out of the bar, Claire trailing just a few paces behind him. “You’re such a fuckin’ bitch. Can’t even say hi to the father of your child.”

You were almost alarmed by the speed in which Joel marched over to your ex and reprimanded him. Not even wasting a moment, Joel shoved him back—a warning of sorts, with your knowledge that he was certainly holding himself back.

“Leave her the fuck alone,” he barked. It was like no tone you’d ever heard him use before, not when he was upset with anyone, and not even when he was yelling at a referee for a bad call.

“And who the fuck are you?” your ex shot back.

“Does it really matter?” Joel pressed, not backing down despite the slightly shorter man getting in his face. “You’re not gonna go around trying to degrade women.”

“Oh yeah? You gonna stop me, Mr. Nice guy?” Nathan pushed Joel, but your partner barely budged.

“You fuckin’ cuck,” Nathan muttered. “Why do you even care about this whore?”

Nathan took a second to think about it, glancing between the two of you before a light seemed to go off in his little brain.

“Oh, I know. You’re that guy from the soccer games. You two together now?" His condescension was almost jarring to hear, and part of you worried about what your clearly inebriated ex might say or do next. “I see you’re still the community cumrag,” he directed at you.

You hardly had a moment to process what was just said before Joel was swinging, clearly seeing red as he threw a hefty right hook at your ex, leaving a nasty crunching sound as he fell to the ground.

“Don’t talk about her, or any other fucking woman like that ever again,” he squatted down to his level, and grabbed both of his cheeks. “Leave her the fuck alone, you understand me? Or next time you’re gonna wish it was just your nose.”

Nathan cradled his bloody nose and whimpered and Joel walked back to you, the fury on his face melting into something apologetic as you looked at him with wide eyes.

“I’m sorry,” he began, cautiously approaching you as if he was something to be afraid of. “I shouldn’t have done that. I overstepped-“

“Joel. Don’t apologize. Do you know how much that asshole deserved it? You did everyone a favor tonight, but especially me.”

You had never had someone defend you so literally before. Sure, your friends had argued with Nathan a few times on your behalf, but punching Nathan in the face had truly raised your expectations for anyone who claimed to be doing anything to help you. You don’t think you’d have felt this alive or cherished in years.

“Now let’s get you home and ice those knuckles.”

Four

You were usually a big fan of rainy days. The sound of rain pattering against the window or on the roof of your car, and the smell of petrichor on the pavement were sensations you wished you could experience all the time. But today, you weren’t quite so pleased to see the rain.

You’d taken the day off to spend it with Joel, who had specifically asked for you to take some time off to be with him. You couldn’t blame him, as you’d been slightly neglecting him after things picked up once again at work. You’d had a whole outdoorsy day planned, with a morning hike, a visit to a conservatory, and a picnic at one of your favorite local parks. Unfortunately, none of those activities could be done comfortably in the pouring rain.

Instead, you opted to come back to your place after you dropped your kids off at school, and have a domestic little day-in.

After putting some homemade cinnamon rolls into the oven, the two of you found yourselves on your couch, comfortably sitting together and reading your own books while the smell of warm cinnamon filled your house.

Occasionally, you glanced out your window, the scene of rain granting you a sense of serenity. At one point, you noticed Joel’s gaze out the window as well, and you couldn’t help but comment on it.

“Don’t you just love the rain?” you asked, setting your book down on your coffee table. It was more of an excuse to break the silence than an actual comment, but you said it regardless.

“It’s nice,” he agreed, his tone oddly somber for a comment on the rain.

“You okay, big guy?” you asked before moving closer to Joel.

“I’m alright,” he smiled, but it didn’t quite meet his eyes. There wasn’t any real concrete evidence that something was off, but something inside you told you that something definitely was off.

“You sure?” you asked, squeezing his bicep.

“Yeah, it’s just,” he paused, looking down at his book as if he was about to go right back to reading instead of telling you the issue. After a moment of hesitation, he spoke once more, “it’s the anniversary of Diane leaving.”

Oh. So that’s why he’d asked to be with you today.

You’d never heard Joel say her name before. Sure, you’d seen her name written under a polaroid or two, but you’d never heard Joel reference her ever. Now that you thought about it, you didn’t really know what their deal was. Amicable exes? Divorcees? Was Joel a widower? You felt awful that you’d gone this far into a relationship and still didn’t know anything about his last significant one.

“I’m sorry,” you said quietly, not completely sure how to react. You mainly wanted to get a gauge on Joel’s reaction–just how upset was he? Did he want to talk about it? Or just get the importance of the day out in the open?

“It’s just… Today feels like that day in a lot of ways.”

You nodded slowly, still not exactly sure of how to approach the situation. You thought back to all of the times he’d been there to support you when you were having a rough day, and ended up asking aloud, “is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

“Maybe just listening, if that’s okay. It helps to talk about it,” he paused. “The rolls smell done. I’ll go get them,” with that, he was off to the kitchen, barely giving you time to react, or even protest his departure.

He clearly wanted to talk, but just wasn’t completely ready to do so at that moment. You could listen. You could be the best damn listener on the planet if that was what Joel needed from you. No matter what he revealed to you today, you were determined to make Joel feel comfortable, and know that whatever he was going through, he wasn’t alone—just as he’d shown you in the past.

By the time he came back to the living room, Joel offered you a plate with an iced cinnamon roll and acted like everything was normal. He sat back down next to you, stole a bite from your plate, then buried his nose right back into his novel.

You respected his right to process his emotions in any way he saw fit. All you could do was be a good partner, and offer whatever he needed from you to feel better, like he’d done for you so many times before.

While you were fine with spending your day cuddled up on the sofa and reading, you were also aware that there were a good amount of house chores that were calling your name. Upon mentioning these tasks, Joel insisted on helping out, which was how you two landed in the laundry room, laughing at something stupid that had happened to you this week.

While you loaded light clothes into your washer, Joel suddenly caught you off guard with a question that was a far cry from the banter you’d just been having only moments before.

“Is it… are you okay with me talking about it?”

By it you could only assume he meant the giant elephant of a woman in the room.

“Of course,” you turned to him, offering sympathetic eyes.

“She left just a few months after Sarah was born,” Joel busied himself by pouring out laundry detergent and fabric softeners. “I just woke up one morning to an empty bed and a note in the kitchen saying she was leaving, she wasn’t coming back, and not to look for her.”

You were taken aback by the cruelty of such an abrupt ending, especially with such a young infant. You couldn’t imagine being put in those circumstances so unexpectedly.

Joel casually poured the respective liquids into their proper places in the machine, then turned it on. “It was a day just like this. The nursery had a nice, big window that we put a rocking chair in front of. Sarah liked looking at the stars when she was younger, it always helped to calm her down. I remember holding her in that chair and bawling my eyes out while she cried too, and with all the rain against the window… it felt like the Earth was crying right along with us.”

You weren’t sure what to say or how to react, but it seemed like Joel was prepared to move right on, quickly changing the subject as he led you out of the laundry room.

Baking cinnamon rolls had left a lot of dishes in the sink, but luckily for you, you had an extra set of hands to help you out. Joel was on rinsing duty, and you were on loading.

You quickly found your rhythm, as you often did with partnered tasks. You worked quietly while loading the dishes, letting the music from your speaker fill up the silence, but it was obvious Joel was lost in thought.

Eventually, he quietly began to speak again, “I kept trying to make sense of her leaving. I knew that postpartum depression hit her really hard, and that she was barely sleeping at night because of how often Sarah was crying. Sarah was a really sensitive, fussy baby. She’d told me how she’d felt a few times, and I always kinda thought things would just pass. Every new parent hits that roadbump where they just can’t see themselves doing this thing forever, right? Then, she just left. I thought maybe she just needed a few days away, and that she’d be back. But days went by, then weeks, then it had been a month, and it was still just Sarah and I.”

“Did she ever come back around?” you asked, setting down the last dish into the sink, then closing the machine.

“Never heard from her again.”

You closed the distance between you and the man, wrapping him in as tight of a hug that you could manage.

“I’m so sorry,” you muttered into his shirt as he melted into your embrace. “I can’t even imagine how painful and stressful that was.”

As a mother, you couldn’t imagine abandoning your child; the tiny human being you spent nine months carrying, and would spend a lifetime loving. But as a human, you understood the stress of being the parent of a newborn. Waking up every few hours because your baby is crying and you’ve tried everything to get her to stop but she just… won’t. Paired with postpartum depression, which you were no stranger to, you could understand the circumstances that led Diane to feeling like she had no other option but to leave. But that didn’t, in any way, make it the right thing to do.

As you held Joel, a sound you hadn’t ever heard from him escaped his lips, wracking his body. A guttural cry that had clearly been trapped deep inside of him for the longest time had suddenly escaped as he recalled an event that had clearly changed his life.

You stood in the kitchen holding him for what felt like forever, when he finally pulled away, wiping his face a little bit.

“Thank you,” was all that he managed to get out.

You laid next to him in bed after a rather emotionally loaded session of lovemaking, trying to catch your breath as the two of you recovered from the underlying emotional and physical aftermath of your fornication. As Joel spooned you, a question lingered on your mind.

“Do you still love her?” you asked, keeping your eyes forward on the wall. You wanted to say you were sure he had moved on, but these types of situations were rather nuanced. There were just some bonds that regardless of time or circumstances, people continued to hold on to.

“No,” he answered clearly. “I don’t hate her, either. I guess I just understand her. But that doesn’t make what she put me or Sarah through any better.”

You slipped your hand down to where his were currently laying on your stomach, and you set one on top of his.

“I’m not jealous, I’m just curious. Do you ever miss her?”

“I used to,” he sighed, the close breath blowing some hairs on your neck. “I don’t anymore.”

Eventually, your laundry was dry, meaning you two needed to get out of bed and get to folding.

“She has a new family, now,” he said out of the blue, as he folded up a pair of your pajama pants. “Husband, kids, dog, the full nine yards. Tommy found her Facebook a few years ago, but I still haven’t looked. I don’t really know why.”

You didn’t really know why either, but you knew exactly the feeling he was experiencing. Seeing your ex who you’d invested so much into and had a child with move on with someone was a particularly gut wrenching feeling. You could only imagine how much worse it was in Joel’s scenario, where Diane had abandoned him and their child, yet had a child and built another family elsewhere.

“Does Sarah know?” you asked, putting a blouse onto a hanger.

“Bits and pieces. She kinda just accepted that her mom’s not in the picture, but doesn’t know why she left or anything about her mom’s new family,” Joel finished up with his basket, then began to help you with yours. “Maybe when she’s older. Old enough to understand that it isn’t her fault and that these things just… happen sometimes.”

“I guess,” you frowned as you grabbed your last article of clothing and hung it up. “It shouldn’t have happened, though. Neither of you deserved to be abandoned.”

“It was gonna happen one way or another,” Joel shrugged, putting your baskets away. “Our relationship had been on the rocks even before Diane became pregnant. If it wasn’t then, it would be later. I’m just glad it happened early enough that Sarah doesn’t remember. You in the mood for a coffee?”

His words gave you a bit of whiplash, but you accepted the offer of a warm drink regardless.

You sat at your table, stirring your drink as Joel sat down across from you.

“Good, right?” he asked. “I think I’ve officially nailed the way you like your coffee.”

“It’s pretty good,” you admitted, taking a sip from a mug that Chloe had decorated in her school’s art class.

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Good. It is one,” you hummed.

It was clear that his mood was slightly improving the more that he talked about his experience. You wondered just how much of this information he’d shared with anyone else before you, as he told the story as if he were confessing something for the first time ever.

“I’ve never told anyone this much about it,” he confessed. “I’m glad that of all the people I could’ve told, it ended up being you.”

“Joel, I,” the words popped into your head, but died on your tongue. “I care about you so much. I know this can’t be easy to talk about, so thank you for sharing this with me,” you squeezed his hands across the table.

“Thank you for being so supportive. I also care about you a lot. So much that it scares me. Especially knowing that you could lose everything in a literal night,” he admitted.

“Oh Joel,” you said softly. “I’m also scared. I’m always so scared that I’ll lose you and Sarah and this little blended family we’ve made. But if that’s the price I pay for… caring about you so much, I’m okay with being afraid.”

Joel looked at you like he had something to say, but instead sat there quietly for a moment, processing your words. “Do you want to watch an episode of The Bachelorette?”

“Is that even a question? C’mon,” you stood up.

The two of you cuddled up on the couch once again, this time with a much lighter feeling in the room, partially due to what Joel had confessed to you, and partially due to the absolutely ridiculous content playing on your television.

“I’m sad that I had to go through what I had to go through, but I’m glad that it led me to you,” Joel said out of the blue, resting his forehead against yours.

You were glad that he found you too.

Five

It wasn’t every day that the forces of the universe seemed to be on your side, but for some reason, today was one of those days.

When you’d been called into your boss’ office that morning, a pit formed in your stomach. You’d figured that the day you were going to be laid off was coming, especially following the whole promotion fiasco. As you walked into her office, you fully intended to be walking out without a job.

Except, that wasn’t what happened. You had been promoted, and promoted into a position even higher than the one you’d previously been gunning after.

Once you found out, you had to fight the urge to skip out of your boss’s office, singing and dancing with joy. Instead, you fought that urge by closing the door to your office, and calling Joel.

“Hey honey, what’s up?” he answered casually.

“Joel, they promoted me! And it’s an even better position than what I was trying to get before!” you squealed.

Joel cheered from over the phone, making you somehow smile even harder. “Congratulations! I’m so proud of you. I can’t think of anyone who deserves this more than you.”

“Oh my god, stop it,” you giggled, putting your hands up to your warm cheeks.

“No, I’m serious,” Joel countered. “I know a lot of hard workers, and none of them work as hard as you. You’ve sacrificed so much to get here and it’s finally paid off.”

“Thank you, Joel,” you had more to say, but you decided to keep it to yourself. Mainly, how did you get so lucky to end up with a man like him?

“Are you busy tonight?” he asked.

“I’m just dropping Chloe off at my mom’s, then I should be free for the evening. Why?”

“Why don’t you come over to my place so we can celebrate? You picked the right time to get a promotion. Sarah’s going to her uncle’s for the weekend.”

“Sounds good to me,” you hummed. “I’ll text you when I’m heading over.”

“Alright. Again, congratulations! So proud.”

You hung up and attempted to get back to work, but you were far too excited to focus for too long. You somehow made it to the end of the work day and to Joel’s house without spontaneously combusting from joy.

When you walked in, you were immediately met with the smells of one of your favorite candles, mixed with the mouthwatering scent of fragrant coming from the kitchen.

“Joel, I’m home!” you announced, making your way to the kitchen only to find it very dressed up. The lights were dimmed, a crisp white table cloth rested on the table, and a gorgeous arrangement of flowers sat in a vase in the middle of the table, right next to a rather nice looking bottle of champagne.

Joel was finishing up plating something spectacular as you came in. “Please, have a seat,” he directed. You didn’t need to be told twice.

With the arrangement of the table, you almost felt like you were sitting at a fancy little restaurant, but better, knowing all the effort Joel had put into making the table look this way. He brought over two plates, set one over at his seat and one in front of you, before leaning down and kissing you gently.

“Congratulations. I am so, so, so proud of you,” he said after finally pulling away, reaching for the bottle of champagne on the table.

“If anyone in the world deserves good things,” he turned away from you so that he could safely pop the bottle. “It’s you. I’m glad you’re finally getting the recognition that you deserve.”

With the bottle opened, he poured you out a glass, then poured himself some. You lifted up your glass and Joel mirrored you.

“Cheers,” you said with a grin, tapping your glasses together, then taking a sip. Once you finished drinking, Joel leaned in for one more kiss before he situated himself back into his chair.

“I think you deserve a promotion from best boyfriend in the world to best boyfriend in the universe,” you softly laughed, looking down at your plate.

“Do I? I think anyone would celebrate the person they…” he paused for just a split second, and you probably wouldn’t have noticed it if you weren’t paying such close attention. “The person they’re sharing their life with if they made a big accomplishment like this.”

“Honey, you’d be very surprised. I can think of at least one person who would view this promotion as a bad thing.”

“Well, don’t think about them right now. This is an amazing thing, and we’re celebrating you today. Not an insecure man with a Napoleon complex and a small penis.”

You laughed out loud, nearly choking on a bubbly sip of champagne.

“You’re right,” you picked up your fork and knife, reading to dig into the amazing looking meal in front of you. “Thank you for this, Joel. You always make me feel so appreciated and cherished. You’re truly one of a kind.”

He shook his head bashfully at the compliment, eating right along with you. It was almost cute how he never seemed to accept compliments, but certainly deserved them more than basically any other person that you knew.

“You always show me how much you care about me. It’s only fair that I do the same.”

“You’re so romantic,” you sighed. “How can I guarantee that I can keep you around forever?”

“Just keep being you, I guess. That’s all I’ve really ever wanted.”

How did you get so lucky? How did you manage to hit the jackpot on men with Joel, almost let it slip through your fingers not once, but twice, and still managed to end up with one of your favorite people in the world?

However it ended up happening, you certainly weren’t mad at it, and as you sat together, you hoped for things never to change.

Plus One

Given that you practically lived at each other’s homes now, you often spent your mornings together getting ready to take on the day. It was cute how you both had your own little routines and were able to coexist in a tiny little space.

Today, you stood in Joel’s bathroom, washing your face as the mirror across from you began to become progressively more foggy from the heat of Joel’s shower.

“My hair is gonna be so frizzy,” you muttered to yourself as you rubbed moisturizer into your skin.

“Hey, you’re the one who wanted to come in here with me,” Joel shot back from the shower, turning the water off.

“Whatever,” you grumbled, getting back to work on your face as Joel dried himself off and wrapped a towel around his waist.

“You’re so cute when you’re grumpy in the morning,” he commented as he approached you, standing next to you at the sink.

“I am not grumpy,” you argued, then paused once Joel gave you a very disbelieving expression. “Fine. I can get a little irritable in the morning. Especially when someone’s boiling hot showers make my hair get all frizzy.”

“I wonder who that someone is?” Joel looked around the room in faux confusion.

“Ugh, shut up. You are such a dad,” you fought back laughter, but you couldn’t really help the smile that appeared on your lips.

“Shutting up,” Joel acknowledged, grabbing his razor and some shaving cream to touch up some of his facial hair. You began to brush your teeth, focusing on yourself in the mirror to make sure that you were making your dentist proud.

Your eyes eventually migrated and were meeting Joel’s in the mirror. You flashed him a big, foamy grin, and he immediately broke into hysterics, setting the razor down so he didn’t cut himself while laughing so hard.

“Really?” he asked between laughs. “While I’m shaving?”

“Sorry,” you shrugged with a self-satisfied smirk.

“You are such a dork,” Joel sighed as he calmed himself down, leaning against the counter as he began to work on shaving his face once more. “Ugh, I love you,” the words seemed to come out of his mouth involuntarily, if the horrified look on his face told you anything.

It seemed like the whole house stopped after Joel said it, the dripping from the showerhead ceasing, the faint buzz of the air conditioner nowhere to be found, and the noises of your children downstairs coming to a halt.

You were shocked at the admission, and Joel seemed to be shocked that he’d said anything.

Now that he’d mentioned it, you really did love Joel. You loved how he supported you, and how he treated your daughter like she was his own. You loved that he wasn’t afraid to fight for what he believed in, especially when that included socking your ex in the face. You loved his ability to be vulnerable with you, and the way that he seemed to always know what to say at the right time. You loved knowing that no matter how shitty of a day you’d had, Joel would always be there, ready to order your favorite foods and spoon you while decompressing with the worst, most trashy reality TV you could find.

You’d spent all this time thinking that you’d never experience romantic love again, that romantic love was tumultuous and exhausting, when you’d been in love with Joel the whole time.

You were one of those people who were meant to love and be loved. Joel had proven that much to you.

“I love you too,” you confessed, toothpaste still obstructing your mouth.

Maybe love wasn't so bad after all.

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As Red As My Stockings

Trent Alexander Arnold x Physio!Fem!Reader

Warnings: takes place in the '23 season (after the newcastle match but imagine it to be in November or something so it fits the timeline lmao), andy and ibou are so annoying towards trent, virg is over them, probably incorrect physio treatments, one teeny tiny hint to medical role play for like 0.2 seconds, penetrative sex (p in v), creampie, trent is sooooo !!

Word Count: 2,519

Author's Note: our vice captain >>> anyways, this one was a bit random. hope y'all enjoy it :))

merry smutmas series

Trent’s crush on the pretty physio is well known amongst the players. They make sure to help him fulfill one last Christmas wish before you all head home for the holidays.

Liverpool FC had been your home for the last few years and in your time there, quite a few players had come and gone through your room. All of them were wonderful and talented and charming in their own ways but no one beat the boys you had now.

If you could give them a middle name, it'd be troublesome.

It's Tuesday morning and the boys were returning for training. Liverpool had played Newcastle on Sunday, leaving the boys with another 2 points added onto the board but were left without their captain after a red card.

Currently, their captain was laid on the bench in your physio room, the rest of the boys scattered through the training room - you can see and hear their noise through the glass panels that separated the two rooms.

"I don't even know how I did it," Virgil tells you, watching as you massaged the spot before he could join the rest of the boys.

"I'm sure you must have over worked it during your shouting match with the ref," you glanced up at the man, there's a smile on his face even though he's rolling his eyes.

Before you finish with the captain, the door to the physio room swings open. The younger players had a habit of hiding in there to avoid training, especially when they knew Virgil wasn't in.

In comes Andy with his arm over Trent, squeezing the vice captain in a headlock. Ibou comes running in after them.

They weren't aware that their captain was currently in there with you.

"Oh hey skip," Andy shouts to his friend, struggling to hold Trent in place. The man struggles, pushing Andy away from him when he realizes Virgil was in there. Ibou blocks the doorway, stopping Trent from passing.

You were taping Virgil's knee, smoothing the tape as he looked over at the three of them. "Why are you in here? Don't bother y/n, she's working unlike some people," he shoots them a glare, making you laugh.

"All done, big man." You step back, picking up the roll of tape. You look over in the direction of the other players in the room. "What can I help y'all with?"

Andy says, "Trent strained something in his thigh." Trent was glaring at Andy; if looks could kill.

You nod towards the empty chair, putting away the stuff you used on Virgil before turning back to him. "Need anything else?"

"No," Virgil shook his head, still laying on the bench as he scrolled through his phone. "I'll head out in a few."

"Okay," you smiled, walking over to where Trent now begrudgingly sat. Ibou was snickering in the corner of the room, leaning on the wall by the door.

"Ibrahima," you called, the man freezes at the use of his full name. "Do you need something ?"

"Just water," he says, rushing off to the fridge to grab a bottle.

Andy's got a hand over his mouth, covering his giggles. "Don't start before I kick you out too, Andrew." You look over at him and he presses his lips together, sliding his fingers across it and turning it; locking it up so he doesn't make noise.

Trent sat quietly, so still that you almost missed his chest raising and falling with each breath.

"Which one?" you asked, crouching in front of him. His brows furrow, looking at you confused. "Which leg?" You clarified and he raised his left leg slightly.

You nod, "can you pull your shorts up a bit?"

Ibou and Andy were giggling behind you and you can't help but look over at him, the two of them shutting up, or at least attempting to.

Turning your attention back to Trent, you touch his thigh carefully, working your fingers over the muscle and the man groans. You glance up at him, "there?"

"Your hand's cold," he says and you move your hand away. "Sorry," you say, rubbing your hands together to try and warm them up.

You put your hand back carefully, not wanting to freeze him again but when he doesn't complain, you find yourself moving your hand along his thigh to find the strain. Your fingers were soft against his skin, Trent was thinking of what other injuries he could fake to come in and see you, to have you feel him up.

"Trent?" You called, pulling him from his thoughts, "where exactly is the strain? I can't feel anything."

His cheeks are red, he's been caught. "Uh-"

"Look!" Andy's hunched over laughing and Ibou's leant back laughing right beside him. "His face is red!"

"Shut up!" Trent grumbles, looking away from you and you bite back a smile before Virgil speaks, standing up. "Yeah, both of you shut up and go back to training," he tells him, shooing them from the room.

He smiles at you, nodding as he ushers a laughing Andy and Ibou out of the room. You turn your attention back to the vice captain. "So the strain?"

"I mean.." he starts and you hum, waiting for him to go on as you stand back up. "It was more of a tweak than a strain. "

"Of course," you nod, knowing he was bullshitting you.

This wasn't the first time he had landed himself in your physio room with some non-existent injury. Trent thought you didn't know about his crush on you but you did; if the players did one thing when they came in, it was gossip - especially amongst themselves when they think you aren't paying any attention to them.

You reach for his shorts, pulling them back into place. "Well if this tweak comes back, come see me. I'll treat it." You tell him, a smile on your face.

Trent stands, nodding. "Thanks, y/n."

"Anytime, Trent."

He was off to training once again but you called for him, stopping him in his tracks. "Next time you wanna see me, just come by. No need to bring the whole squad with you." You give him a look, the man's face red as he nods, walking out of the room.

The afternoon rolled into the evening, the boys finished up their training and whoever needed to be checked out stopped by but for the most part, the place was empty.

You had stayed back after the rest of the staff had left, putting up some decorations for the holidays. You're up on the chair, taping the garland to the wall when someone knocks on the door.

"Hey," Trent calls, stepping into the room before shutting the door behind him. You smiled at him, getting off of the chair. "Hey Trent, you okay?"

"Yeah," he nods, walking over to the bench furthest from the door. You did a few things, putting away the tape and the scissors. "What are you doing here so late?" He asks, leaning on the bench.

"Putting up decorations," you tell him, back turned to him as you shoved the leftover decorations into the bottom cupboard. "What are you doing here? Is everything okay?"

He shrugs, his fingers fiddling with the hem of his shorts. "I uh.. well there's a pain in my thigh and it won't go away."

"What happened?" You walk over to the man, "I can take a look if you want."

"Yeah, could you?" He says, watching as you crouch down in front of him. Trent can't stop himself, all the filthy thoughts flooding his mind. "Where's the pain?" You asked, glancing up at him through your lashes and he inhales, trying to control himself - the thought was there, he just had to make it happen, that's if you wanted to.

"Upper thigh," he whispers and you nod, rubbing your hands together which makes him smile, reminding him of earlier that day. "You're gonna have to pull your shorts up, Trent."

He nods, pulling the left side up and bunching it by the top of his thigh as you slowly start feeling over the area. Your fingers were soft but firm, his head tipped back and lips pressed together as you moved your hand a bit closer to the top of his thigh.

"Where exactly is this pain?" You look up at him, brows furrowed. Trent looks down at you, tongue passing over his bottom lip. "A little higher," he whispers and you finally get what he meant.

"Oh," you nod, moving your hand up further until it was near his cock. Trent glances down at you, watching as your hand rubs over the bulge in his pants. "There?" you asked quietly and he bites back a smile, nodding.

"Now why didn't you just say that from the beginning, Trent?"

"You're the physio, y/n. I knew you'd figure it out," he smiles when you stand. You hum, nodding. "So tell me," your hand still rubbing over him, Trent glances between the two of you. "What do you think is the appropriate treatment for this?"

"Whatever you think would fix it, hm? You're the professional."

You move, about to lower yourself onto your knees again but Trent stops you. "As much as I'd love to see you on your knees for me.. fuck, I can't wait."

"Wait for ?" You teased, letting him move you around. He rolls his eyes, bending you over the bench. "Okay then, don't answer me." You mumbled, fully well knowing what he meant.

Trent pulls on your pants, pulling them down, You can feel him shuffling behind you, his own pants tugged down just enough. The tip of his cock presses against you when he leans over, his hand on your hip.

"Can I?" He asks, his hips jutting forward just a bit. You hum, nodding but Trent doesn't move, "I need words, y/n. C'mon love."

"Fuck- please, Trent."

Your arms are propped on the bench, holding you up. Trent's hand slips between your thighs, fingers brushing over your panties and your head drops forward.

Panties pushed to the side and he didn't have to hear anything else, lining himself up with you before his hips dig into you. He gives you a second to adjust him before moving.

He smiles at the way your face twists in pleasure. “God, you're so pretty," he sighs, pushing your shirt up a bit as his hips dug into your ass.

Trent's hips dig into your ass, your hips are surely going to have a bruise tomorrow morning.

When you feel the tip of his cock press against a certain spot, your head falls forwards, his name falling from your lips. "Just like that," you mumbled, your nails digging into the leather of the bench. You could see the little half circles indents it left but you didn't care.

He can feel you clench around him when he does that, his hips ramming into you from behind again. "Like that, love?"

"Fuc- yeah." You nod, barely able to keep yourself standing let alone speak.

His hand on your hip slips down between your legs, reaching for your clit. He barely moves his fingers before your own hand reaches down to rest on his. Looking down, the outline of his hand pulls your attention, no matter how much you wanted to look away, you couldn’t bring yourself too.

He pushes you down forward the bench, you prop yourself up on your forearms once again. You can see the reflection of the two of you in the glass door across from you; Trent's behind you, a hand on your hip and the other shoved down your panties, you're a mess, begging him to keep going.

Now Trent's not the biggest guy but he was bigger than you, both height wise and he was broader than you - you'd never admit it to him but god, you thought about him often. How good it would feel to have him on top of you or for you to be on top of him, how you fantasized about how good his fingers would feel or better yet, his cock.

You didn't have to fantasize about that part anymore.

The knot in your stomach tightens, and obviously, you know the size difference exists but you’d never seen it like this. Trent towers over you and his large hand covers your hip. Your body doesn’t even block his hips from view when he fucks you.

Your eyes find his in the reflection and you don’t even have to say anything, he knows exactly what you’re saying.

Trent smiles. "It’s okay sweetheart, I know.” He whispers to you, thrusts getting sloppier by the second. The way you squeezed around him would send him over the edge just as soon as you did. "Me too," he tells you and you hum, "inside."

"Inside?" He asks, unsure if he heard you right.

"Please, Trent."

You had the man wrapped around your finger. Anything you wanted, he'd give you. All you had to do was ask.

The two of you in sync, his chest pressed to your back as you both came down from your orgasm. He rubbed your side softly before leaning down to press a kiss to your neck and pulling out slowly. He smiles to himself when he hears the whimper that slips past your lips when he pulls out.

It takes a second, the two of you slowly getting redressed. You leant on the bench behind you when you looked at Trent, his face red. "Want some water?" You asked, already walking to the fridge.

"Yeah sure. Thanks." He ties the string on his shorts, you pass him the bottle when he walks over. Trent takes a sip before he speaks. "I uh, I'd love to take you out for dinner before we head out for the holidays, y/n."

"Usually, you'd take a girl out to dinner before you fuck her like a whore, right?"

He chokes on his water, rubbing his chest. "I- yes of course."

You laugh at his reaction, wiping away the water from his bottom lip with your thumb. Trent's hand rests on your lower back, "can I take you on a date, you know a proper date?"

"Promise to do that same thing after?" You joked, nodding towards the bench. Trent laughs, nodding. "If that's what you want."

"Oh shut up, mr. I can't wait."

Trent's cheeks are red again, making you smile. Your hand rests on his cheek, reaching up to give him a kiss. "Yeah, I'll go out with you."

"Good," he smiles. There's a knock on the door before he gets a chance to speak again. "Are you guys done?!" Andy shouts from the other side of the door. "I forgot my charger in there!"

You and Trent exchange a glance, laughing as he lets you go, letting you open the door to let Andy in. The Scotsman looks between the two of you, the state of the two of you was a give away; skin all sticky, clothes wrinkled and out of place, Trent's face is red and you've got a bit of a wobble to your walk.

Andy laughs, wiggling his eyebrows. "Oh! You two soooo-"

"Don't even finish that sentence, Andrew."

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Bad Liar ch. 18

Summary: Life is about lessons, and Wanda has been learning some harsh facts that had define her life and taken her to a place in which she was given a second chance. Then, all of a sudden, she meets you, and she realizes why it's easier to lie to yourself than to accpet what's right in front of her.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff/ Female!reader - America/Kate - Mentions of past Vision/Wanda - past Natasha/Reader - Some Female!Reader/Carol Danvers - Mentions of Natasha/Maria being married

Warnings: Slow burn - Enemies to friends to lovers - Mentions of abusive relationships - Toxic relationships - angst - drama - mentions of abuse - violence - mentios of abused and sexual assault - idiots in love - violence - suggestive themes - drama - angst - fluff

Author's note: The world had changed, and Wanda finally had a chance to show you and tell you how much she loves you and how much you had changed her life for the better.

Well, guys, this is the end.

I surely hope you guys like this chapter as much as I love writing it, and that in general you love the story. I wanted to give you a closure to what had happened and to how the story of both, Reader and Wanda would unfold, but I also wanted to give you a glimpse of the future so. Hope you enjoy the read! Thank you to all of you who stay to the very end, it was quite amazing to have you with me all this time.

Please rmemeber English is not my mother tongue so forgive my grammar, spelling and funny mistakes, hope you like this one.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Wishing upon a shooting star

Now and Forever

Time was a funny concept.

After the incident with Vision and Agatha, the world continued its slow travelled into a new year and the normality of life. But for you and your family, it became a painfully slow process in which you had to face many decisions and harsh realities. In the last couple of days, you had tried to make everything work, you made sure not only America but Wanda and the twins had the support they needed to continue on, while also dealing with the legal affairs involving Vision.

Everything had been a part of your life and how you were building up from scratch what had been put in jeopardy in a matter of hours.

Still, you and Wanda endure, and you couldn’t help but fell more in love with the woman that had been picking up her pieces while being everything you and her children needed. You massaged your neck tiredly, the house was completely alone and Wanda and the twins were still out somewhere with Natasha and Maria.

At least that was what she had said to you when you asked for her companionship to your appointment with the doctor. It had been a strange day, a very lonely day in which you had been left alone with your thoughts and emotions.

You whistled glancing around your living room before directing your attention to the stairs, America had long gone somewhere with Kate and you regretted not having agreed to her and her idea of joining you at the hospital. With a heavy sigh, and some tiredness you made your way upstairs ready to take a shower.

Of course, noting could had prepared you for what you found there.

The room was completely empty.

You stepped forward until your eyes fell upon the clothes that had been neatly organized on your bed. Right on top of your favourite trousers there was a single note with your name on it, you recognized America’s messy handwriting and you couldn’t help but smile at the words she had left written on the piece of paper.

Today is finally the day!

Wanda has been planning this for a very long time, and since I am very amazing sister, and sister-in-law, I decided to give her a hand.

I choose your favourite clothes and left everything ready for you to get dress and ready for your date with Wanda. You and her both deserve this time, and I think it would be the perfect time to just be yourself and talk about everything but what had happened lately. Please, be happy. I will take the twins to Kate’s place and you two will have the rest of the afternoon and the night for yourselves. Please, just write to me and make sure you enjoy the date.

Love, the best sister in the world (me)

Your smile only grew knowing in the last couple of days America had been completely secretive though always offering hints of how much you were going to love the surprised. Wanda had been holding her secrets just as tightly, and by the time Friday finally arrived you were really dying to know what Wanda had prepared.

“Very well, one hour before Wanda is here,” you mumbled to yourself letting your eyes wandered around to check your clothes. With a wince, you left your backpack and the jacket on a chair and went to the bathroom.

You couldn’t help but gasped at the sheer pain you felt running through your arm, leaving the sling to the side and helping yourself out of your clothes. Your reflection blinked back at you, the wound on your left arm was still red, and fresh, pulsating from time to time reminding you not only of the cold winter days, but of what had almost happened two weeks ago.

With a frown, and a shake of your head you turned around getting the bath ready.

Today was about you and Wanda and whatever it was she had prepared for you, there was no time to think anything sad or regretful. With a smile on your face, you put on some music and decided to get ready for the woman that had already captured your heart.

A deep void of anticipation settled on your lower abdomen and you could hardly wait to see Wanda again.

You glanced at your reflection with a critical eye.

America had put together the suit your dad had chosen for your first official meeting in the company. Your lips curled lightly, it had been a while since you last used those Chino pants, or that blazer, but it was your favourite one because of how it made you look. How it made you feel. You smiled fixing your left arm to rest comfortably on your midsection, the blazer and pants tailored fit complementing your body form with the dark colours you favoured so much.

You found your eyes in your reflection, your body tingling with anticipation and a void expanding on your abdomen. Your heart shrank with emotion, when you recalled Wanda's eyes on you, her smile and the sweet timbre of her voice. If you were to be honest you didn't know when you felt for her, when you lowered your guard and allowed this woman and her children to take home in your heart. You just knew that one day, her smile took your breath away and her eyes on you made your heart fluttered with want.

The mobile on your bed vibrated several times, you furrowed your brows grabbing the phone while reading the message. You smirked, you turned around and went directly to the first floor making sure you had your wallet and keys on you. The moment you opened the door your throat went dry,

She stood by your door wearing a single, dark blue dress pressed around her horse but loose around the waist. There was a black coat on her, with her hair straightened up and light make-up glistening on her face. She smiled shyly at you, her eyes taking in your frame before they settled in your eyes, her cheeks wore a dust of red you were familiar with.

“Hey.” She greeted tentatively dipping her head while looking away for a moment.

You shook your head, blinking a couple of times before stepping forward.

“Hey.”

Wanda leaned back, her tongue playing with her lips with her hands closing tightly around the purse she had borrowed.

“You look beautiful.” You finally stuttered out, your face warming up when those green eyes fell on you once more.

Wanda put a strand of hair behind her ear, her smile softening leaning into the touch of your hand on her arm.

“You look good, too.” She replied and you were quite relieved you were not the only one incapable of speaking properly at the moment.

“Only good?” You asked teasingly, Wanda opened her eyes, shaking her head.

“You look amazing.” She finally stated, rolling her eyes when you just chuckled.

“Amazing, eh?”

“You always look good,” Wanda lifted her hand and put it on top of yours, “are you ready?”

You stepped out of your house closing the door behind you, you grabbed her hand placing a kiss on her knuckles with a single winked that made Wanda falter for a moment.

“I'm all ready for you, Princess. I'm also very excited to know where you are taking me, and what you have planned for today.”

You couldn't hide the excitement in your voice, you bounced on your feet while Wanda merely shook her head pointing to the car.

“It's still a surprise and as such, you are going to be asked to wear a blindfold.”

You cocked a brow at her, your lips curling playfully.

“Kinky.” You chuckled when Wanda slapped you playfully on the back, she rolled her eyes but you could tell she was blushing profusely.

“Come on, we have reservations.”

Wanda started walking down the lane but stopped when your hand closed around her forearm. She turned confused, her eyes finding yours and the seriousness of your expression made her turn completely to face you.

“We cannot go like this, you know?” You shook your head, but Wanda merely creased her brows tilting her head.

Whatever question she had, or whatever she was going to say was soon cut by your lips finding hers in a slow, tentative kiss. Her breath caught in her throat, and you just loved the way she tilted her head placing her hands on your forearms giving into the kiss while opening her mouth with her tongue teasingly playing with yours. You smiled into the kiss, sowing down until your forehead was resting against hers. Both breathing hard, flustered with lips swollen from the kissing.

“Are you…are you happy now?” Wanda asked and her voice, while still recovering, suddenly was huskier than ever.

You nodded, placing a sweet peck on her cheek, stepping back before you couldn't contain yourself.

“Yep, now we can go.”

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The ride to your destination was a silent event.

The silence was filled with music and conversation about your doctor’s recommendations for the physical therapy and Wanda’s care of her throat. You had leaned back against the eat, with a smile playing on your lips while you gave the woman sitting beside you a trust you rarely placed in anybody else.

When the car finally stopped, your stomach was squirming deliciously and your heart was jumping with anticipation of what was going to happen. You waited until a warm hand placed itself on your leg, your body tense leaning in to follow the voice of Wanda.

“I thought very hard on this, you know?” Wanda was speaking softly, with her voice filled with memory and something you couldn’t quite name, “I’ve been going through so many changes, and when I was finally getting to know myself I met you.”

You cracked a smile leaning your head without being able to see but sensing Wanda’s eyes on you.

“That was one hell of a first good impression?”

Wanda snorted, her hand clenched tenderly around your knee.

“No, I hated you.” This time around you could tell she was not joking, but her voice merely softened. “I hated what you made me feel, I felt vulnerable but at the same time there was this horde of butterflies on my stomach and my chest was always tight and throbbing…it was infuriating. It was confusing.”

You lifted your right hand; your movements were slow and tentative waiting to see if Wanda would stop your advances but she never did so. By the time you took off the blindfold, you could see the face of the other woman looking right outside the parking lot of a big, black building. Wanda let out a breathy sigh, it came right from her chest and by the time her green eyes found yours your heart skipped a beat.

“I wasn’t sure as to what I was experimenting until…” Wanda shrugged, “until I told Hope, then everything make sense.”

“Was it the first time you…” your question caught in your throat, there were many things you wanted to ask, furrowing your brows you realised there were certain details about Wanda you had yet to see, you had yet to know.

Fixing your position on the seat, this time around it was you the one facing her while the building stood like a shadow in front of you.

“Was it the first time a woman flirt with you?” You asked tentatively, Wanda nodded tilting her head until she was locking her eyes with you.

“It was the first time I actually admit to liking a woman, Y/N.” Wanda then softened her features, her hand seeking yours, “today I want to make it special, I want for you to know and to feel just how much you mean to me. I…I may be slow with words, but I don’t want you to think I am not experiencing the same emotions as you do.”

Your lips broke into a half smile, you leaned forward until your lips were on her ear. Wanda shivered her eyes fluttering close as you spoke.

“I love you.” It was a simple whisper, three words you had gotten used to tell the other woman with every single ounce of honestly you could show her.

“I know.” Wanda replied back turning her face until your lips and hers were brushing against one another, you snorted shaking your head.

“Very well, Han Solo, where are we?”

Wanda furrowed her brows scrunching up her nose the very same way the twins usually did when confused. You chuckled tucking her locks behind her ear.

“What did you call me?” She asked tentatively leaning back, you raised a single brow.

“You know? Han Solo? Star Wars? Princess Leia?”

Wanda shrugged shaking her head, her eyes twinkling in silent laughter at the face of pure mock disbelief you were wearing at the moment. It was as if you were genuinely offended by her lack of knowledge for what you were saying.

“God, as soon as this is over you and I are going home to see the movies, the original ones before I settled on letting you see the full saga.” You commented opening the door of the car.

Wanda followed your actions, but just before the both of you left the warmness of the car she decided to speak.

“Funny, I thought that after we left this place you and I could be doing something totally different once we were home. I was dying to know what else you could do with that mouth of yours.”

The young woman smirked closing the car door behind her and walking down the parking lot, her cheeks were a witness of her embarrassment but her heart fluttered happily when she heard your cursed and gasp. The door closing with a loud thud, while your footsteps hurried up behind her.

The night promise to be fun.

The main entranced had been decorated with silvery banners announcing the newest show, the doors were closed and a single sign to the left showed the place had been closed hours ago. You furrowed your brows; it was until the both of you had been standing closed to it that you realized you were in the Natural Museum and the Stark Planetarium. The place was huge and it had been built just outside the city to make it possible for the observatory to get easiest access to a clear sky. Your eyes lighted up leaning in to observed inside the glassed doors, Wanda stood by your side writing something on her phone while waiting patiently with you.

“How did you know?” You asked leaning back, Wanda shifted her weight from one feet to the other facing you with a soft smile.

“I did pay attention when you helped the twins with their homework, and I did my investigation to make sure I wouldn’t get this wrong.” Wanda stepped closer to you positioning herself on your right side so she could grab your hand in hers. “I want this date to be special.”

“Being with you is what makes this date special.” You pecked her cheek, and Wanda just shook her head.

“You’re such a sweet talker.”

“Nah, I’m just saying the truth.”

Soon the doors were opened and a single guard opened the doors, he smiled at the both of you while passing a set of keys to Wanda giving her silent instructions as to where they should go and which parts were off limits for the both of you. You observed as the young woman listened carefully, she took the map the man was giving her while also pointing to something on the tablet he was holding. Your heart skipped a beat thinking of all the things she had done, if only to get you to where you two were at the moment ready to enjoy the strangest date you had ever been to.

“Very well, we’re not allow to disturb the rest of the exhibitions so let’s see, I think it’s down here.”

“Lead the way, my lady, I am but a humble peasant at your mercy.”

Wanda chuckled grabbing your hand dragging you through the corridors, it was only the both of you and the sound of your footsteps disturbed the silent scene spreading before your eyes. You had been in that place several times through your youth and adulthood; it was one of your favourite places in the whole world and you had a sneaking suspicion this part of the date had been America’s contribution.

“No way…” you whispered this time around walking faster until it was you the one dragging Wanda behind you, your smile grew just as you turned around and found the planetarium had been fixed in such a way that right in the middle of the ground there was a single table with two chairs.

You had been there when your father was helping around on the renovations, at that time you were but eight years old, but the idea behind these new arrangements was to make camping-like scenario for some of the youngest people that would fill the place in the future. The idea was to make of this dome of the most accurate and real in the whole country.

Let’s make it feel as if they were actually outside, watching the stars above their heads on a nice, summer night.

Your face broke into a nostalgic smile as the words of your father filled your mind.

Wanda took a deep breath her hand squeezing yours tenderly, her heart beating fast just as you let go while strolling around the place. The planetarium was located on the west wing of the building, it was the biggest in the east coast and it usually held some of the most important films about astronomy and history in the whole country. The projection dome was done with neutral colours with a LED system that came along with the latest technology for audio and special effects. It had been a couple of years since you last were inside the Domo and finding yourself in the midst of such a place only brough a bubble of happiness that spread all through your senses.

Everything was already set up, and the lights that were lighting up the place were just centred on the single table with two chairs right in the middle of the room. Instead of the normal chairs that were placed around the theatre, you found yourself looking at a scene that never thought possible and you knew right there and there of all the effort that Wanda had taken that very first time to give you the perfect date.

“Do you…do you like it?” Wanda finally broke the silence approaching you with a tentative stare in her eyes, she approached the table signalling the cutlery with the table, the glasses of wine and the single bottle resting on a small side table inside a bucket filled with ice.

You turned to the woman standing beside you, it was quite incredible that even after all she had done there was still some trepidation in her features, the nervous picking of her fingers while she tried to offer explanations of how everything came to be. Of the careful planning she did to make sure everything would be ready, that everything would be there on time.

You stopped her tirade just as she was about to tell you she chose as the main course had been lasagne accompanied by a white wine.

Wanda got her words tangled in her throat, her lips trembling lightly until she lifted her arms to return your hug. For the very first time, after what happened in New Year and the process of recovery you and Wanda allowed the comfort of a single hug.

“This is amazing.” You whispered making sure she could feel everything you were experimenting at the moment.

Wanda closed her eyes, taking in the sweet aroma of your perfume and surrendering to the warm of your body. You leaned back, brushing your fingers on her hair while taking in the marks on her eyes and the tentativeness behind her stare.

“Nobody had done this before, you know?”

“Really?” Wanda asked right away, you shook your head. Wanda pursed her lips stepping back a little.

“You don’t have to say that, you know?”

You furrowed your brows seeking her eyes with yours until she couldn’t look away from you.

“I mean it, Wands. I’ve been in many dates some of them were unique in the way the presented themselves, but…well, this…” You lifted your eyes to the dome stretching your arms while twirling around, “having someone worry enough to make something I like? Not many did, and not in the way I was expecting.”

“Well, I just thought…” Wanda turned around when the gates of the theatre opened and there came a couple of waitresses bringing over the food.

You grabbed Wanda’s hand leaning in to place a single kiss on her knuckles, the young woman rolled her eyes at your gesture but took it for what it was.

“Let’s eat, and discuss this, my lady.”

“Let me help you out.” Wanda replied walking fast to the closest chair pulling it out waiting for you to sit.

You grinned taking the chair while Wanda too the one right in front of you, the two young men worked was placing the plates filled with food while also serving the wine and leaving two glasses of water as well.

Everything was perfect, the smell of the fresh lasagne filled your nostrils and it was quite evident you couldn’t shake the smile adorning your features. Wanda puffed out her chest, a sense of pride overcame her knowing she had made it possible for you to not lose your smile or relaxed posture.

“This is delicious,” you moaned while tasting the food, Wanda blushed glancing at the food while nodding in agreement. “God you bought it in Olympia, didn’t you?”

“Yep, Ajak was very kind to offer the services of the waitress and the food and actually all the things you see here.”

“You really outdo yourself with the date, Wanda.”

Wanda lifted her face taking in your frame, she smiled going back to her food.

“I really wanted to make this special for you.” Wanda grabbed her wine frowning her brows for a moment, “I never thought I could be this special with anyone, let out feel like this for someone else.”

You focused on the food, but soon you noticed the sweet melody of a familiar song playing in the speakers inside the dome. Your eyes lighted up turning to Wanda who was offering a tiny smile, she really had thought about everything.

“Very well, what’s your ideal date?” You asked all of a sudden, Wanda was taken aback for a moment blinking at the randomness of the question.

“My ideal date?”

“Yep, you just said you couldn’t imagine being this special, but you are special, Wanda. Perhaps, you were never given the chance, but I know you must have something inside your head that cold be define as the perfect one.”

Wanda chewed on her lower lip, narrowing her eyes for a moment before leaning in.

“I have always thought that a walked down a beautiful part, or forest leading to a lake is an ideal date.” She stated thoughtfully, “mom used to take Pietro and me to this beautiful forest near the city back home, she always told us the stories of her youth, and I always thought that would be the perfect place to have a date or a marriage proposal.”

You nodded pursing your lips impressed, Wanda then turned to you her eyes gleaming strangely.

“How about yours?”

You opened your eyes blinking a couple of times before leaning over, “I have to say, this one? It’s at the top five of my favourite dates ever.”

Wanda made a face of disbelief but you stopped her with a gesture of your hand, you drank some wine shaking your head.

“I mean it.” You declared strongly, “I love history, and I love everything that has to do with museums and books, if you want to win my heart, this is the perfect spot to start over. But I would say the perfect date would be on Prague’s Strahov library. Now, that would be quite the adventure.”

The conversation soon flew the same way it did before the incident, you caught Wanda giving in while leaving the stress on her shoulders ease out and her expression relaxed while the conversation grew around the topics she handled well. You never lied to her, while you had your share amount of dates usually they involved other type of activities that, why you liked them at a time, they hardly related with one of your passions.

Laughter filled the planetarium; the acoustics of the place made it easy for the sound to be enhanced. The conversation grew around different topics, and soon whatever happened in the past, whatever physical wounds the both of you carried still were forgotten.

And it was in that moment you remembered why you fell in love with Wanda.

“Thank you, this was delicious.” You glanced at the waitress smiling gently at her, the young woman flushed returning the smile until she caught the glare coming from Wanda.

“I will bring the desert.” The young woman picked up the last of the dishes and hurried out of the place.

You cocked a brow at Wanda who had not stopped following the other woman with her glare, when she returned her attention to you it was only to find your amused smile adorning your features.

“Jealous much?” You chuckled when Wanda clicked her tongue looking away.

“Should I be?”

This time around you did laugh at the absurdity of the comment, Wanda rolled her eyes sending you a withering stare before huffing and crossing her arms. You waited until the dessert had been served and another bottle of wine was brought, this time around the rest of the lights went out and there was only a single one left to create a foggy atmosphere around the centre of the room.

“I think you are adorable when jealous.” You stood up serving the wine, you knew Wanda was following you with her eyes but for now you focused your attention to the task at hand. “I still remember that time in which you saw me and Carol, there is something utterly cute about it.”

“I’m not jealous, and I don’t think being jealous counts as adorable. Or cute.”

You clicked your tongue shaking your head, the glass was soon filled with the red beverage on the bottle. You passed the glass to Wanda who received it, the glint in her eyes told you she was enjoying the changed in the topic. Or perhaps, what she was enjoying was your attention. You nodded to her mobile taking your glass in your hands.

“They give you control of the room, didn’t they?”

Wanda pursed her lips glancing at her phone while nodding.

“Mr. Stark taught me the basics, and how to make sure that everything was perfect for the show.” Wanda mumbled, she gasped when you grabbed the phone seeking the app where Wanda was trying to handle the dome.

“You took my playlist, didn’t you?” This time around there was a hint of affection tainting your voice, Wanda nodded as if it was obvious.

“I wanted this to be about you.” She mumbled well aware that your eyes were now on her.

“Let’s make this about you and me, then.” You ran your thumb around the playlist until you found the song you were looking for. Your mouth broke into a smirk, and the sudden glint of mischief that appeared in your eyes made Wanda winced.

“What are you thinking?”

You left your glass of wine, stretching your hand to Wanda who took it without thinking it twice.

“Dance with me, my love.”

Wanda looked away with a tiny smile on her lips, her cheeks burning up while she started shivering under your hold. You stepped closer waiting for the song to start, your body moulding perfectly against Wanda’s one.

“I trust you know how to dance, Wands?”

“I…I know the basics.” She replied locking her eyes with you.

“Then, let me stir you around the curves.” You winked at her, loving the sound of her laughter.

The sound of the trumpet was the first thing that came into the speakers, and soon the music formed around the voice of Elle Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong. Wanda snickered gasping when you twirled her around before pressing her body to yours, the dance started slowly with you just swinging around.

“Why that song?” Wanda finally asked, you shrugged with memory written in your eyes.

“Mom used to listen to it, America’s mom.” You clarified, “her mother used Elle to perfect her English when they first came here.”

Wanda nodded leaning closer, her arms sneaking around the nape of your neck. You wiggled your eyebrows bringing another chuckled from the young woman.

“And she taught you how to dance?”

“Yep.”

“Mom used to teach us as well,” Wanda rested her forehead against yours, “ours was more classical, but still it was nice. She was a little obsess of making me be a debutant, and Pietro a escort in the traditional sense.”

Wanda furrowed her brows at the memory, but whatever memory came with it soon was forgotten and replaced with a content smile.

“It was actually nice, and I enjoyed it greatly.”

“I would love to dance something classical, any song in mind?” You asked tentatively, Wanda opened her eyes a little taken aback by your inquiry.

“You want to? Really?”

“Yeah, I do.”

Wanda tilted her head thinking for a moment until the song finished and the both of you stood in the middle of the room just looking at one another. The young woman leaned in kissing you tentatively, when she parted from you your heart was already trembling under the sheer passion she shared through the kiss.

“No, perhaps later, right now I want to keep spoiling you.”

Not sooner had she said this, Wanda turned around making her way to the futons resting on the floor. She fixed them with care, full aware of your curious eyes on her; woman made sure to take her jacket off of her and fix everything so the both of you could rest comfortably on the floor.

“What else did you plan?” You finally asked approaching her with the same amount of curiosity, Wanda was smiling shrugging lightly.

“You’ll see, don’t be impatient.” Wanda hesitated for a moment before turning to you, “do you mind serving the wine and bring it over?”

“Not at all.” With one last glance you turned to the table ready to serve the wine when all of a sudden the lights went out.

You froze on the spot, lifting your head to see if perhaps it had been a malfunction in the system or there was something else involved. Soon, you could feel the breeze touching your heated face, the small resounding of drums that went increasing until music of ancient design filled the room and a single dot of white appeared on the far edge of the screen crossing the dome above your head like a shooting star.

You gasped turning around to see Wanda smiling at you, she had dismissed her heels and her coat approaching you while the music transformed into a soothing melody. She locked her eyes with yours, and while you couldn’t see it, you could feel her trembling hands on your blazer helping you out of it while fixing the posture of your sling.

No words were needed it when those fingers worked around the bottoms of your shirt and then she took you to the futons she had fixed on the ground. With a stretch out hand, you allowed her to direct you to the ground almost chocking on your spit when she knelt in front of you taking your shoes off of you.

“Wanda…” You couldn’t keep the silence, but your voice sounded strangled almost fearful to break the spell the both of you seemed to be in.

“This is about you.” She replied simply, crawling to you her lips found yours in the sweetest of kisses the both of you had shared so far.

You found yourself on your back, those lips dancing with yours in a silent invitation. Your heart was beating hard, you were sure the sound of the drums had long ago been replaced by the sound of your heart. Your put your open hand on the back of Wanda’s neck putting her closer until you were on your back and she was almost on top of you.

“I love you.” Wanda all but whisper in your ear, her face almost hidden in the crook of your neck while her warm breath caressed the skin behind your ear.

There was a moment of silence, your heart finally stopped while you registered those words coming from her. You never expected Wanda to say those three words any time soon, you understood the kind of pressure she had been in, and the life she had been living before meeting you. Hell, the amount of time the both of you had known each other wouldn’t give you both enough time to say such a deep declaration, yet you couldn’t deny what you had been feeling for the woman hovering above you at the moment.

Your eyes found those emerald ones, the affection she had always shown you was there gleaming with hope. She waited with her lips swollen, and a dust of pink on her cheeks; Wanda leaned in her nose playing with yours while her eyes closed to engrave the moment in her mind.

“I love you.” She said it again, this time around louder, stronger and you knew she meant it. Every single word.

Your eyes flickered soon to the screen above your head, this time around everything changed and it was as if the both of you were right outside. The night sky was gleaming above your head, with a million started twinkling merrily at you, the start gliding slowly until the movement of the starts start speeding up and soon everything changed and the first constellations came upon the screen.

Wanda could see the stars reflecting in your eyes, she was very careful with her weight always favouring your right side. Her lips curled into a smile when your face lit up with glee at the sight above your head; she remembered the first time she asked for help. America and Hope had been so sure about their proposal that Wanda couldn’t say no, but she opted to add some of the things she had learned from you in those conversations in the middle of the night.

“I love you, too.” You finally replied back, this time around those eyes were filled with affection and completely focused on Wanda.

The young woman dipped her head turning on her side until she was resting right beside you, her hand sneaking comfortably around your midsection.

“I’m sorry it took me this long to say it,” Wanda started but before you could reply she shot you a quick glance shaking her head, “you had been my saviour in so many ways. You can imagine where I was when I first met you.”

“I was a bitch on that meeting.” You recalled, but Wanda merely chuckled nodding.

“You were and I hated you for that.” Wanda turned to you never losing her smile or the affection in her voice, “and then I got to know you and I was…confused. You were making me feel so much, in so little time, and I was afraid.”

Wanda snuggled closer to you, “I’m not afraid anymore, and after thinking about it I realized I love you. As in, I’m in love with you, Y/N, and I don’t think I can stop my heart right now…”

“Why would you stop it?” You inquired turning on your side, wincing when you put some stressed on your left arm.

“I don’t know, what if…”

You leaned in kissing Wanda before she could finish her sentence, Wanda giggled welcoming the kiss before making sure you were back on your back instead of putting some unnecessary stress on your arm.

“Don’t think about the what ifs, Wanda.” You nodded to the sky above your heads, the music had changed into winds and cords, and the story of the first constellations came to be right in front of your eyes.

“I know it is too soon, still. That there is a lot to work on, but if you allowed it…I will be by your side until the last start in the sky had been consume by time.”

Wanda leaned closer to you, her face hidden once more by your neck though this time around you could feel her lips on your neck.

“How do you do it? How can you say such things and make me tremble until there is nothing else but you?”

“It’s a gift.” You chuckled when Wanda lifted her face rolling her eyes.

“I want to be with you, for as long as you want me, Y/N.”

“Then, let’s be together.” You sneaked your arm around her putting her on top of you, “let’s be a family and see where it goes.”

“I love you, and I just wanted to make sure you knew it.” Wanda insisted, you nodded pecking her nose.

“I know.”

“I wanted to make of this night something special,” Wanda said her hand lifting to cup your face and soon her fingers started dancing down your jaw to your neck to the open shirt. For you it was soon evident what she meant, and while she tried to look confident in what she was doing you could see the flash of uncertainty in her eyes.

Her hand was trembling, whatever expertise she had tried to show soon vanished when you realized she was getting closer to your chest.

“You don’t have to…you know?” You could see the glint of hesitation in her green eyes, Wanda clenched them closed in frustration. “Hey, Wands…look at me.”

It took a moment, but then she lifted her eyes and soon she was looking right at you.

“I don’t need sex to know I love you and that my heart is already yours, Wands. And I don’t need you to prove it to me; Wands whenever you are ready I’ll be here more than happy to make you scream in passion.”

Wanda gasped this time around her blush grew from her chest all the way to her cheeks, she tried to look away from you but you made it impossible for her to do so. Your wounded arm finding her face in a single caress.

“How can you be so understanding? God, I just…” Wanda leaned against your touch, “I feel foolish.”

“Never, Love, I just know… and I’m not in any hurry, whenever you are ready, I’ll be ready as well.”

Wanda sighed and whatever tension had been building around her left her body, this time around, when she kissed you she did it with the promise of the future. She laid down by your side, and soon she focused her stare on the stars above your head.

“I love it, this moment just you and me…”

“I thought we need it, you have been amazing with the twins but…” Wanda trailed off shrugging, “I think we were also needing this time to know one another. To actually share in an alone time.”

You smiled nodding your agreement, her hand found yours and soon your fingers intertwined with hers. The stars danced above your heads, and soon your voice joined the music and the different scenes playing with the constellations. You filled in the gaps with the stories you recognized, with Wanda asking questions or helping in the narration until soon you two were talking about mythology and reality.

“I wish this night would never end,” Wanda whispered glancing at the projection of the stars above her head, the show was about to end and she couldn’t help but voice what she had been experimenting in her heart.

“It doesn’t have to be over.” You replied turning to Wanda, the other woman furrowed her brows and you pressed your lips together turning on your side so you were facing her.

“Someday, right?” Wanda replied locking her eyes with yours.

“Someday.”

She smiled snuggling closer to you, “for now I wouldn’t say no to you sleeping with me, I mean without…I…”

You snickered placing a kiss on her forehead, “I know.”

“Did you imagine this will end like this?” Wanda finally asked, her eyes focusing on the sky above her head.

“No, I imagine it will start like this.” You glanced at the same stars, the same shooting star you saw at the beginning gleaming in the distance ready to travel through the sky.

“What do you mean?” Wanda scrunched up her nose, you placed a single kiss on her forehead nodding to the sky.

“I imagine this is how my relationship with you will start, and that after today we just ready to face the new challenges this relationship may bring.” You shrugged glancing down at Wanda, “I’ve been in love before, but…with you? It feels right, as if I was waiting for you.”

Wanda opened her eyes lightly before her expression softened.

“I realised that when…when you stood by my side regardless of my past.” Wanda rested her head on your shoulder, “I think this is the first time I have been in love and, I want you to be the only one.”

“well, love, you have a shooting star to make your wishes a reality.” You pointed to the screen and soon the shooting star crossed the dome and the show was over.

“what did you wish for?” Wanda inquired turning to you, you winked at her nuzzling her nose with yours.

“It’s a secret.”

“That’s not fair! You know what I ask for!”

“I do?” You furrowed your brows, Wanda nodded looking away for a moment before locking her eyes with yours.

“I wish for you to be my one and only love.”

You were shocked for a moment, but soon you answered to such words by kissing Wanda softly.

“And you?” Wanda finally said once you parted from the kiss.

“Me? Well, love, you will have to wait.” You smirked when Wanda seemed indignant at your declaration.

“Oh, come on!”

You pocked her nose, leaning in to kiss her pouting face away.

“Nu-uh, Princess, patience is a virtue, and I know you will know what I wish for with time.”

Wanda groaned in mock frustration, she was about to stand up but her hand grabbed her phone and soon a new projection started in the dome. You raised a single eyebrow when Wanda pinned you to the futon, her lips curling into a mischievous smile.

“Well, then, meanwhile I will just do the second part of my wish.”

“Second part?” Wanda nodded leaning in.

“Yep, I wish to kiss you, and show you how much I love you, how much I thank the skies for having me given the opportunity of meeting you.” Wanda then leaned closer to your face, “I wish to kiss you until the story above our heads is no more and the only option you have is to take me home and spend the night with me.”

“Then, my lady, allow me to make those wishes a reality.”

Their laughter soon filled the dome, and it came accompanied by a sudden gasp and the sound of kissing and playful banter.

Wanda never imagined that her decision to leave Vision would end up with her finding herself, while in the process getting a job and making new friends. Not even in her wildest dreams did Wanda imagine that she would come across someone like you that, for the very first moment create a lasting impression on her to the point Wanda decided to explore the relationship.

Her past had finally stayed in the past, with Vision in jail and her getting the full custody of her children, Wanda now was sure she could secure her future while at the same time seek out the peace and happiness she so desperately needed. Now, with you kissing her slowly while sharing a moment of pure, and unrestrained happiness, Wanda knew that every single decision she had taken had led her to that moment, it had led her to you.

And she didn’t regret it.

With you, Wanda understood that she didn’t need to lie to herself, that she didn’t need to hide or to run. With you, Wanda discovered she could be herself and finally give in.

To be loved, and to love.

That was all that matter.

**********

Three years later

Morning had arrived with a bright sun, and no clouds in the sky.

You served the coffee while glancing out the window, the sound of running footsteps brought a smile to your face knowing that the holidays were the perfect opportunity for the twins to break havoc. No sooner had you thought this, Billy and Tommy came through the door wearing the baggy pants and the t-shirt they had chosen to wear that day.

“Morning, Y/N!” Billy came to you wrapping his arms on your midsection before going to the fridge, Tommy chuckled sitting down on the stool waiting until Billy brought two glasses and set the orange juice on the table.

“You guys have a lot of energy for a Monday morning.” You hummed when they shook their heads innocently.

“Nu-uh, just…America told us she would take us to the lake.” Tommy said shrugging.

“And, we haven’t said anything about…you know.” Billy mumbled looking around the room before settling his eyes on you, “so we thought you would be happy to know we will be out of your hair today!”

You chuckled ruffling his hair affectionately, setting your coffee on the table while serving the orange juice to the boys.

They had grown a great deal and now at seven they were far smarter than you or even Wanda gave them credit for. Three years ago, you never thought possible to fall in love again, nor did you thought whatever started as a tentative relationship would end up being the best that happened to you. You glanced at the boys that started talking animatedly while mentioning the different places America and Kate were supposed to taken them to, you smiled knowing your sister adored them and was about ready to do whatever they wanted as long as she got to spend some time to them.

You sighed leaning against the counter taking a long sip from the coffee, in the last years a lot of things had changed in your life. America had finally found her passion, she had decided to pursue a career in international affairs and her path led her directly into one of the most important universities in Europe, which ended up with Kate studying a couple of miles away from her. Whatever had started as a school crush, it had developed into a serious relationship that both of them had dealt with maturity.

You had finally gotten the time you needed to organise the business, and while your presence was always required when important matters arise, you had taken it upon yourself to be in charge of the development section of the company. It was easier, and it gave you the time you needed to spend with Wanda and the children.

The sound of childish argument brough a smile into your face, soon you caught the well-known voice of your girlfriend and your heat melt right away when Wanda appeared behind the hall wearing a familiar frown while placing her hands on her hips.

“Okay, you two, stop this argument right now or there won’t be any outing with America.”

“Yes, mum!” The twins said at the same time focusing on their beverages.

You locked your eyes with Wanda, your lips curling into a smile while the woman softened completely making her way to where you were standing casually. She leaned in pecking your lips while stealing your mug.

“Morning.” You whispered wrapping your arm around her hips, she giggled leaning forward before accepting a deeper kiss.

“Ugh, mom!”

“Y/N!”

You finished the kiss turning to them, “I will hold you to this moment when you guys bring over your partners home and decided to kiss them in front of us.”

“No!”

“Never!”

“I would never be this corny!”

“Never!”

You chuckled rolling your eyes, Wanda leaned in kissing you one more time before going to the coffee maker and serving another cup of coffee. You glanced at your watch knowing America would be there any moment now, your heart beating a tad bit faster while the heavy void you had felt on your lower abdomen increased and your chest tightened at what you had planned for the day.

Tommy and Billy glanced at one another before placing their hands on their mouth and snickering, you mock glared at them and the sudden exchanged didn’t go amiss to Wanda. The young woman narrowed her eyes standing right beside you.

“Okay, what is it?” She asked, and her suspicions only grew when the three of you answered at the same time.

“Nothing!”

You glanced at the twins, the three of you started laughing while Wanda softened her features. Even if she got curious, and a little wary, she couldn’t help but love these moments in which you and the twins would behave like a family. Once she had given in, you became the light of her life, your smile and your occurrences were always a source of amusement and tenderness, and the twins had come to love you in ways Wanda thought would be difficult to do so. They accept you faster than what she thought, and ever since that day after the planetarium you and her had been together in the good, the bad, the ugly and the pretty.

“You guys…” Wanda started but whatever she was going to say was cut short by a knock on the door.

“Save by the bell, guys! That must be America, love.” You gave Wanda a quick peck on her lips before running towards the door, once more the twins looked at one another before holding back their snickers.

“Okay, what is it?”

“Nu-uh, mom, it’s a secret!” Tommy said emptying the glass in a single sip.

“We promised not to say anything, mom.” Billy continued shrugging before approaching Wanda and offering her a hug, “but I love you!”

Wanda narrowed her eyes hugging Billy back, “I love you too, both of you.”

“Hey!! Where are my favourite guys in the whole world?!”

America stretched her arms to welcome Billy and Tommy, Kate rolled her eyes moving past them with a smile to greet Wanda. Wanda chuckled when their attention turned to Kate, America approached her wrapping her arms around the young woman.

“Ugh, I missed you so much, Wands! How’s everything? My sister still giving you trouble?”

“Hey! I never gave her any trouble, did I?” You pouted standing beside Wanda, the other woman shook her head putting you closer to her.

“Never, my love, you are a well-behaved girlfriend whenever you and the twins are not playing to break havoc.” Wanda pecked your lips turning to America. “Everything is perfect, but I have a feeling my girlfriend and my sons are planning something I should know about.”

This times around America opened her eyes with her mouth hanging opened, Kate gasped and the twins put their hands on their mouths. You snorted rolling your eyes, with this level of secrecy it was a surprised Wanda had not really discovered what you had planned for her that day.

“No, I mean there is no…Oh, look at the time, guys are you ready?” Kate babbled looking around while trying to evade any interaction with Wanda who had her eyes on her.

America snorted softening her stare while her girlfriend took the twins to their room, she then turned to Wanda who had a single eyebrow lifted waiting for an explanation she would not receive. At least, not from America.

“Don’t look at me, I’m just a passerby ready to take the twins on an adventure of a lifetime.” She said lifting her arms, Wanda snorted turning to you.

“You know, sooner or later I will find out your secrets?”

“I’m counting on it, Wands.” You whispered leaning in to kiss her, “now, how about you go and take a bath and I help America around.”

Wanda nodded dreamily, she gave you a quick smile before turning to America and giving the young woman another hug.

“It is good to see you again, America, see you tonight at dinner, right?”

“Yeo, we will be there!” America glanced at Wanda walking away, she waited until she was pretty sure Wanda had left before turning to you. “Well?”

“Well? You’re the one who should tell me if everything is ready!” You whispered harshly at your sister glancing down the corridor before settling your eyes on America.

The young woman rolled her eyes, but her lips played a familiar smile while she tapped something on her phone. Soon you were giving a fine idea of what she had prepared with the help of Kate and your friends; it had been hard at first to get what you needed to make of that day special. Your face lit up completely, and America could see the ghost of a smile on your lips while your eyes scanned the images she had store on her phone.

When you first shared with America your intentions, the young woman had been excited. In the last couple of years, she had seen the love between you and Wanda grow in something completely different. It was not the same relationship you shared with Shuri, and certainly it wasn’t the same type of relationship Wanda had shared with Jarvis. The both of you had been the best that could happen to the other, Wanda had learnt to love and be love, to trust in herself while also trust in the affection others held for her. You learnt to let go and to actually trust in the person beside you, you got to see how Wanda was ready to be a part of your life without losing her own little universe with the twins.

It had been a rocky path, there were fights, and sometimes it was quite difficult to fight against the demons of the past. But, America knew, if it hadn’t been because of the deep love you two felt for one another, the relationship would have been over years ago.

“I think she will love it, and I’m just…” America trailed off before offering you a quick hug, “I think this is amazing.”

You sighed putting your hand inside your pocket, the squared box resting inside your pocket.

“Thank you, this looks amazing.” You glanced at the hall before turning to America, “at what time you think we can go over there?”

“Mmm, I would say the best would be around 4pm, we will be there waiting for you so…” America waved her hands excited, “God, I can’t hardly wait, please tell me if anything happens.”

“I will, Kiddo, thank you.” You wrapped your arms around her, “I really missed you.”

“I missed you too.” America chuckled when she caught the excited chatter of the twins and Kate coming over, “now, I will take them off of your plate for a while, we will have time to get up to date, for now, go!”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You watched as they left in the midst of laughter and light conversation, your hand sneaking inside your pocket putting out the black box you had bought a long time ago. Your heart skipped a beat, your hand clenching tightly around it ready to give the next step in your relationship with Wanda. Your lips broke into a tender smile, the memories of the last three years filling up your mind with determination and love.

“Y/N?”

You put the box away turning to see Wanda approaching you slowly, the swinging of her hips and that flirty smile she wore made your mouth go dry and your lower abdomen tingled with anticipation.

“Yes?” You asked, Wanda came to you chewing on her lower lip playfully.

“Since the kids are gone, and you and I are alone, I thought…we could shower together, don’t you think?” This was said in a low, husky tone, her lips wrapping around your earlobe while her hands sneaked inside your shirt.

“I think…you have a wicked mind, Wands.” You replied, but before Wanda could do or said anything else you took her in your arms crashing your lips to hers.

Needless to say, you and she left the home later than what you should, but the both of you had satiated the thirst you had for one another. Love evident in your faces, as you walked around the city hand by hand.

_________________________________

The country of Sokovia was a beautiful land with a rich past and a colourful landscape.

Wanda had been excited when you announced the trip, not really believing you were going to comply with her wishes until you present her with the four plane tickets. By the time you four had arrived at the city of Novi Grad, Wanda had been completely excited telling you and her children all about her hometown. She spoke of the difficult times they had lived, and the wonderful things the new government had done to fix the mistakes of the past.

Billy and Tommy had been avid listeners, and they had started talking to Wanda and to you in sokovian while Wanda was just completely happy with the development on their vacations. You had been just happy to see her smile, to see the excitement in her eyes when she pointed to all the places she remembered.

“I still can believe you brought me here.” Wanda said sitting down on the table right outside a beautiful balcony looking at the far away mountains covering half of the city.

“Why not?” You replied taking the menu with a smile, “if anything, I should be sorry for taking so long, but you know? Life has been getting in the way, and I wanted for you to have time to enjoy this place.”

Wanda didn’t know how you did it, the way you were always giving it your all to make her happy. She leaned forward placing her hand on top of yours.

“This is perfect, and it’s the perfect time.”

You smiled back at her, looking at the menu while glancing at the watch on your wrist. You were getting restless as the time for the main event approached; Wanda was looking at her menu pursing her lips before returning her attention to you.

“Can I order something for you? There is something in here I want you to try out…” She trailed off glancing away for a moment, a shadow crossing her eyes, “it is something mom used to cook for me and Pietro and I just…”

“I would love to, Wands. Go ahead, you’re the expert so we will do as you said.” You replied closing the menu, you waited until the food had been ordered before leaning forward playing with Wanda’s fingers.

“You know? Now that you mentioned this about the food, I remember the story you told me once.”

“Which one?” Wanda furrowed her brows blinking away while trying to remember.

“The one about the forest, is around here, isn’t it?”

The way her eyes opened wide, and her whole face lit up made your heart skipped a beat. You couldn’t take your eyes off of her as she turned around trying to point out the direction in which the forest was located.

“Yes! Oh, I can believe you remember…”

“I remembered everything you tell me, love.” You replied, and it was the tone of voice you used what made Wanda turned to you with narrowed eyes, you softened your features offering a reassuring smile to her.

“I always make the effort to have it in my mind so I can make sure to bring happiness to you, to see the very same expression you are wearing at the moment.”

Wanda turned her head away, her cheeks burning bright red while she smiled tenderly at your words. Even after all this time you still got to make her feel so self-conscious of the love you profess to her.

“I love you for that.” Wanda finally said, and you smiled back at her winking.

“Well, what about you and I go over there after lunch? I’m pretty sure at this time of the year must be quite the sight.”

“You mean it?” Wanda exclaimed excitedly, you nodded and soon thank the heavens you were sitting down for the kiss she gave you made your knees trembled and your whole body tingled with anticipation.

******

The afternoon was falling slowly, the wind was cold so the burning sun above your heads was not as strong as it could have been in a dry weather.

You and Wanda walked down the city, your hand joined in a single embrace while conversation flew with easiness. The topics varied from school, to your work, to the recent happenings of the world, to the twins and America; soon you two found yourselves talking about movies and books, the places you would like to visit or the worlds you would like to be in.

Life with Wanda was never bored, and every single time you discovered something new about her that made you fall in love with her even more.

Her excitement at being in her country was something you would cherish forever.

She dragged you down the streets, and then down the pebbled road leading to the forest. The place had changed since she was last there, it was now a national park that had been taken care off with the strictest rules and cares a country could provide to such a beautiful setting.

You took a deep breath when the road spread before your eyes, your eyes lifted to the signs, most of them pointing to different sections of the forest. Your eyes finally fell on the word Lake, and you lifted your hand to point it out to your girlfriend.

“There, lake, can we go there?”

“Yes, of course!”

You chuckled when she just grabbed your hand again, she twirled around wrapping her arms around your neck leaning in to kiss you slowly.

“Have a told you how much I love you?” She asked playfully, you placed your hands on her waist helping her walked backwards while you advanced down the road with her in your arms.

“Mmhm, not recently, no. I think I need a reminder.”

Wanda giggled leaning in, her kisses were soft and tentative, “I love you, Y/N, every time I think this is not possible, I fall in love with you even more and I just…”

Your heart shrank at her confession, putting her to you with your lips moulding against hers you poured all the love you felt for her.

“I love you to, Wands.”

Wanda sighed standing by your side lifting her face to the trees above her, her eyes gleaming happily just as the both of you advanced towards the lake. The forest was located it twenty minutes away from the city, and the entrance had been built around a public parking lot where people could acquire all the necessary materials for camping or a nice picnic. Some of the different paths had been fixed to give easy access to the people that visit the place, but the road leading to the lake had been left untouched with the nature almost claiming it back.

You were admiring the huge trees surrounding the area, the sound of the birds and other animals running around to hide away from the humans. You lifted your stare to see the blue sky above your head, and the cold breeze touching your heated skin. Everything was quiet and peaceful, only the sound of your footsteps seemed to interrupt the sounds of the nature.

Your eyes lifted squinting them when you spot the opening right ahead of you, your lips curling slightly when you finally spotted something else. You had arrived to the lake, with a quick gesture you stood before Wanda stopping her advanced towards her destination.

“What is it?” Just like she did early in the morning, she narrowed her eyes with a glint of suspicion gleaming in them. You shifted your weigh from one foot to the other, your hand scratching the back of your neck while your eyes danced around instead of facing Wanda.

You stood before her, your hand sneaking inside your pocket until you brough forth a single blindfold. She cocked a brow, half-amused, half-expectant at what you had planned.

“I may or may not have planned something for you.” You said tentatively, Wanda snorted but all you could see in her face was love and amusement.

“Figures, and I bet Billy, Tommy, America and Kate are in it?” She already knew the answer, but there was something else she couldn’t pinpoint to.

“Yep.” You admitted lifting your hand, “there is something… I mean, it is a surprised.”

“And I have to wear the blindfold.” Wanda grabbed the piece of clothing, never losing her smile, she winked at you, “kinky, perhaps later on we can use it for other…kind of surprised?”

You laughed out loud shaking your head while helping the brunette put on the blindfold.

“I love how your wicked mind works, Mrs. Maximoff.”

“Well, I love it when you play along, Mrs. Y/L/N.”

You let out a deep breath, the sun was still high in the sky and now Wanda stood before you blindfolded. Her hand found yours, squeezing comfortingly with that beautiful smile you had come to love and crave.

“Are you okay?” She finally asked, you swallowed down your doubts nodding before you remembered she couldn’t see you.

“I am.” Then, as an afterthought, “I’m just nervous.”

Wanda brought your hand to her lips, never losing her smile.

“Whatever it is you prepared for me, I know I would love it and…Y/N…there is no one else I would love to be with right now, you are the love of my life.”

You chuckled loving the tenderness Wanda used when talking to you, the fact she had come to know your insecurities and was always ready to reassure you of her love and your worth.

“And you are mine, Wands, now let’s go…”

You grabbed her hand and without wasting any more time you led her down the road towards the lake.

The lake was a great extension of water that spread out before a small beach surrounded by the forest. It was filled with grass, trees and bushes, with a crystalline water that was reflecting the light of the sun and the colour of the sky at the moment. This part of the forest was usually used for light lunches, and some swimming but at this time of the year the place was emptied and you had taken advantage of your money to get this small spot for you and your family for a couple of hours.

There was a single bench that had been decorated with red and pink, there were some balloons with a bucket filled with ice and wine. You helped your girlfriend so she could sit on the bench, all around her there was nothing more than flowers, blue lilies and orchids, the full scene had been planned out and built with the help of America and Kate that had just come from their hiding place with the twins.

You smiled at them putting a finger to your lips, standing before Wanda you pulled your mobile out of your pocket and let a single song filled the silence around the both of you.

“Oh, that’s…” Wanda trailed off when she recognized the trumpets and the melodic voice of Elle Fitzgerald. “Y/N…”

Your name sound beautifully on her lips, you took a deep breath looking around the place knowing you had chosen right. The lake was gleaming to your right, while the forest stood to your left, the mountains wearing a white bald head projected a protective shadow on the valley. This was what Wanda had always desired, what she had harboured in her heart when she still believed in love.

“Y/N…” She repeated your name, this time around with a hint of apprehension in her voice.

You knelt before her, your left knee touching the ground while your right knee bend to hold your elbow up your hand opening the box you had been carrying with you for over a year.

“You can take the blindfold off, Wanda.” You finally said, and your voice trembled with the sheer emotion you were experimenting at the moment.

Wanda took her blindfold, soon her breath caught in her throat and whatever sight she had before her became a blurred of colours and familiar images. Right in front of her was the lake and the forest of her childhood, the very same she had visited in her mind and memory after leaving Sokovia behind. Her green eyes flickered around until they found your eyes, and soon they fell upon the box in your hand and the silver ring resting in there.

The music was still playing around the both of you, and Wanda wanted to see if there was someone else or if the both of you were alone. But she was incapable of looking everywhere but at you.

Your lips trembled, your hand trying to hold still as you cleared your throat lifting your chin to face her with determination and love.

“Wanda Maximoff, I have brought you here because I love you.” You stated taking a deep breath making sure you never wavered in your intentions. “I realized a long time ago I can’t even think of the possibility of not having you by my side, of not living and growing old with you.”

Wanda sat frozen on the bench, her heart hammering hard against her chest while her stomach drop and her body tingled all over until a heavy pressured settled on her chest.

“I have loved you from the moment I met you, I just didn’t know it yet.” You chuckled shaking your head, “and I would love to make you happy, to love you, to cherish you, and to be your friend, your partner if you allow me…so, today in this place and with my heart on my hands, I want to ask you…”

“Yes…” Wanda whispered, you furrowed your brows shaking your head.

“No, wait, I need to ask…”

“Marry me?” Wanda asked, her voice trembling and her lips breaking into a content smile, you frowned though your eyes gleamed with amusement.

“No, you marry me, please?”

Wanda threw herself at you, her arms wrapped tightly around you while you fell to the ground hugging her back. She was sobbing, her voice a mere whispered in your ear.

“Yes, yes, I will…Yes, I marry you.”

You laughed turning your head and kissing her deeply.

“Then, yes, I marry you too, Wands.”

America and Kate both rolled their eyes, but the twins were squealing excitedly no longer able to hold themselves the run towards you and Wanda joining in the embrace.

Wanda turned to them surprised, returning their hug while turning to you and stretching her left hand where you placed the ring on her finger. Your smile was huge, and it was matching hers with the twins hugging both of you while talking excitedly.

“That means I can call you mom now?!” Tommy finally asked with you almost choking on your spit.

Wanda rolled her eyes fixing his hair before lifting her eyes to glance at you.

“Only if she wants to, Tommy.”

“You want to, don’t you, Y/N?” Tommy asked pouting, you ruffled his hair putting him to you.

“Only if I get to call you Tommy bear!”

Laughter soon filled the lake, with everyone enjoying the rest of the afternoon while you alongside with Kate, America and Wanda toast to the engagement.

“I can believe you…” Wanda closed the distance tilting her head to taste your lips with hers, you smile into the kiss with your hands placing themselves on her hips.

“You remember…” She said softly, in between kisses.

“I never forgot, Wands. With you, everything is easier, you know? I love you, and I just…I want to make you happy.”

“You make me happy already.” She replied leaning into your embrace, “but I will be complete the moment I can call you my wife.”

You smiled placing a single kiss on her forehead.

“I will be complete the moment I can call you wife as well.”

Wanda turned in your arms, her eyes following her children while they talked and played along with America and Kate. You placed your chin on her shoulder, watching the same scene with a soft smile adorning your features. The young woman lifted her hand to see the ring you had placed moments ago, a green stone that matched her eyes and white gold recovering the ring.

Her life was finally hers, and her happiness was finally something she knew she deserved and that was right there for her to live it. Wanda never imagined the moment she made the decision of leaving Vision her life would change so drastically, she never even played with the idea of falling in love again or finding someone ready to be patient with her past and fall in love with her.

Wanda never entertained the idea of anyone wanting to marry someone like her, damage and with two kids that were still growing up. Then, she met you. And she couldn’t imagine being without you by her side.

With you, she learnt to love again, to trust and to give herself without fear.

“Tonight, America and Kate are taking the twins to a festival and then back to their Air BnB so…we have the house for ourselves, to celebrate.” You whispered playfully, Wanda leaned back placing her hands on yours.

She tilted her head with her lips teasing yours.

“Then, let’s celebrate with them first, before I show you my appreciation for all the wonderful things you do for me.”

“It’s a deal, Love.”

“Y/N.” She called your name with a serious tone, you turned to her welcoming her kiss before smiling goofily at her.

“What was that for?”

“I love you.” She said simply, you softened squeezing her hand comfortingly.

“I love you, now and forever.”

And, of that, Wanda didn’t have any doubt for she too love you now and forever, until the end of time.

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inagetawaycarxo · 1 year

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Sex (With My Ex) ❪ EDGE❫ *NSFW*

REQUESTED BY @windhamsrotunda

— PAIRINGS: Edge x F!Reader

— FEATURING: Y/n, Edge.

— SYNOPSIS: Y/n finds herself sleeping with her ex, and now she is a mess, obsessed, and brokenhearted, she is back where she started.

— WARNINGS: errors I missed, smut, sex, 18+, nsfw, unprotected sex [wrap it before you tap it], oral [both receiving], sex with the ex, heartbreaks, flings, angst, but angst with smut (smangst), dom!edge, rough sex, teasing, foreplay, swearing.

— w/c: 2412

— AUTHORS NOTE: Thank you so much, amore. I hope you like it! I kind of changed the plot from what I told you I was going to do. 💜

— DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT give consent/permission for my work to be copied and pasted on other platforms. HOWEVER, I highly encourage feedback, likes, reblogs, and comments.

His kisses were searing hot. His hands grasped onto your waist tightly, as he pressed his body flush against your body. Your hands gripping his face tightly. Neither of you cared if it left bruises.

To intoxicated. Too drunk on each other’s touch to realize the repercussions of the actions both of you were making.

It has only been two months since Edge and you broke up, and here you were about to have sex with him.

You knew you should have left immediately after running into him. you should have said no to drinks with him, then you wouldn’t have ended up in his arms. In his apartment. He was an ex for a reason, but your mind was fuzzy with all the alcohol you consumed.

All you could think about was him, his lips against yours, his touch.

You weren’t sure who was the first one to kiss who, but here Edge and you were in his apartment in a heated make-out session. Tearing each other’s clothes, till you were left in your lingerie and he was left in his boxers.

Edge moved forward making you move backward. Till the back of your knees hit the edge of the mattress. Edge pushed you back, making you fall onto the mattress. Edge fell on top of you. His body was pressed against yours. Deepening the kiss.

His tongue slipped into your mouth. Your tongue fought his for dominance. He won. Edge grinded his growing bulge against your covered heat. Making you moan into the kiss.

Edge broke the kiss. Pulling his lips away from yours. Both of you breathing heavily. Lips were swollen from the heavy make-out session.

His hazel green eyes were dark with lust as he stared deeply into your [eye colour] eyes.

His hands left your waist, grabbing a hold of your jawline. His thumbs gently caressed your cheeks. His stare was a mixture of lust and admiration. Making your heart melt.

“God I missed you,” He gasped out. Before you could utter a single word, he spoke again.

“You are even more beautiful than the last time I saw you,” He spoke. He rested his forehead against your forehead. Eyes fluttered closed as his lips pressed against yours softly. His lips pulled away from yours.

“I’m going to show you how much I missed you,” He spoke.

His lips pressed against your neck, leaving hot searing kisses down your neck. His hands slipped away from your jawline and slipped underneath your back. Undoing your bra, he slipped it off. His rough hands grabbed your boobs, while his lips trailed down to the valley of your breast.

He removed one of his hands and replaced it with his lips. His mouth attached to your nipple sucking harshly, making you gasp. Back arching as your body withered underneath his touch. His other hand massaged your boob. He continued to suck for a while letting out a hum against your nipple. Making you mewl. He slowly removed his mouth from your nipple and repeated the same action to the other again. You only grew more aroused. Grinding against his covered bulge. Which made Edge moan.

He removed his mouth from your boob. Trailing his lips down your stomach till he reached the waistband of your panties. You thought he was going to use his fingers to take off your panties, but you were wrong. The little tease decided to use his teeth to take them off. Tugging them down with his teeth, all the while looking at you. You looked down at him with lust-blown eyes. Making Edge smirk.

He kept eye contact with you as he pulled your panties down to your ankles. Your feet went down making it easier for Edge to slip them off. He let go of them. Making them fall in front of him.

His lips attached to your ankle. Trailing heated kisses up your leg till he reached your inner thigh. His eyes were still locked with yours. As you mewled. He smirked against your skin. His gaze left yours to look at your glistening heat. He felt himself strain against his boxers. Edge sucked in a breath. Suppressing a moan. God, he missed this pussy.

Edge’s lips trailed toward your wet heat. His lips pressed against your heat. Making you let out a moan. Edge moaned against your heat. Making you moan louder. Grinding against his mouth.

Edge’s hands grabbed a hold of your hips. Pinning them against the mattress. As he sucked hard. His tongue darts out every once in a while to slip in between your folds. His eyes were locked onto your face. Your head was titled back. Your hands gripping the bedsheets tightly, as he sucked.

He missed this sight. Sure he had sex with another woman after the both of you went separate ways. But she couldn’t compare to you, so after that, he just had to masturbate to get himself off. Running into you was a miracle. Being apart from you for two months was torture. He regretted breaking things off with you because he couldn’t commit, being away from you for two months changed his perspective of the relationship he had with you. He told you it would never be serious and that it was just a fling.

Edge’s right hand left your hip. His right hand rested on the lower part of your torso. His thumb touches your clit. He rubbed his thumb roughly and fast against your clit as he continued to suck.

Moaning onto against your heat. The vibrations make you moan. His tongue darted out and plunged into your hole. Your toes curled as a white blinding sensation took over your body.

Your hands left the bedsheets, gripping his head instead. Holding his head in place. Pushing his head closer to your heat. His nose pressing into your heat. Edge’s erection throbbed.

Your orgasm took over you intensely. Moaning Edge’s name loudly as you orgasm. Fingers gripping his short hair. Edge felt precum leak out of his cock, as you came in his mouth.

Edge continued to eat you out after you came. Swallowing your cum. He grabbed a hold of your left hand. Untangling it you’re his hair, while his lips trailed up your stomach. Your breathing was heavy as you came down from your high.

He slipped your hand underneath his boxers. A gasp escaped your lips as he wrapped your hand around his throbbing cock. Edge pressed his forehead against yours. His other hand gripping underneath your chin. His eyes staring into your eyes.

“This is what effect you have on me,” He growled out. You let out a mewl. Edge’s lips pressed against yours harshly.

You slowly stroked his throbbing cock. Using his precum as a lubricant. While his kisses got aggressive.

You quickly flipped him over onto his back. Your hand gripping his cock a bit harder, making Edge bite your lower lip. You pulled your lips away from his trailing your lips down his neck. Edge’s hands grabbed your waist, as your lips made their way down his stomach, hand still stroking his throbbing shaft.

Your lips stopped above the waistband of his boxers. With your hand underneath his boxers, it was easier to take the waistband of his boxers in between your teeth. Just like how he tugged your panties down you tugged his boxers down to his ankles. Edge watched you with lust-blown eyes. Your hand let go of his cock while doing this.

“Fuck,” Edge moaned out. His chest fell up and down, as you tugged it off his ankles.

His throbbing erection stood up. Precum leaked from his tip. Your tongue darted out of your mouth to lick your lower lip as you stared at his throbbing erection.

You could tell Edge was getting impatient, but you wanted him to beg for your mouth. Teasingly you pressed your lips against his ankle, then trailed your lips up his leg to his thigh at a slow pace. Edge withered at your touch. Making you smirk.

“Please, y/n, I need you to suck it,” He begged. As soon as you got to his balls.

You pulled away from him to look at him. He looked sexually frustrated and desperate.

You were about to say something smug, when his hands gripped your hair tightly, making your mouth fall open into an o shape. Gasping at the action. Edge guided your mouth to his erection. His other hand grabbed his shaft. He roughly thrust his throbbing cock into your mouth. Your lips immediately wrapped around his cock, making him moan. He hit the back of your throat making you let out a gag. Edge held you there, as he looked at you. While you looked at him. tears collecting in your eyes. His thumb quickly wiped them away.

“Teasing me isn’t a good idea princess, now suck it,” He growled. Making you let out a whimper. His grip on your hair loosened. Your left hand grabbed his hip while your right hand went to grab his shaft when you pulled him out of your mouth, then wrapped your lips around his tip. Tongue swirling around his tip, then slowly taking him into your mouth.

“No one can do it like you can, princess,” Edge moaned, trying to keep his eyes open to watch you suck him. after all it's been two months, and now that he has the real thing he wants to savor it.

“Fuck, it feels so good, your mouth is always amazing, though your pussy is better,” He moaned out. Eyes fluttered closed as you bobbed your head up and down. Your eyes locked onto his face. You let go of his shaft, your hand going to his balls. Massaging his balls as you bob your head up and down his cock.

Your pace got faster. Edge’s grip on your hair got tighter.

His mind must have slipped into a daydream of him fucking your pussy with his cock, because he started to thrust into your mouth at a rough and fast past. Hitting your uvula. Which made your eyes water with tears. Gaging every time he hit the back of your throat. Your other hand let go of his balls, going to his hips. Trying to pry him off of you to no avail.

He must have noticed what he was doing because his thrusting stopped. Eyes opening.

“I don’t want to cum in your mouth I want to paint those walls of your pussy,” He growled, yanking you off of his cock with a pop. He had a crazed look in his lust-filled eyes.

In one swift motion, he had you on your back, taking your breath away. You stared up at him in surprise. Your mouth opened to form words but a moan escaped instead as Edge entered you roughly.

“FUCK,” Edge moaned out. He pressed his body against yours. His hand grabbed your jawline roughly while his other hand grabbed the top of your head. Keeping it in place. He pressed his face against the side of your face.

“You have no idea how hard it is to cum without you, I tried to fuck someone after you, but I couldn’t cum, she isn’t you, and my hands well they don’t do justice,” He groaned against your jawline.

You felt a chill run through your body at his word. It kind of hurt that he fucked someone after you. Sure you had sex with multiple men just to get him out of your mind, but hearing that he had sex with another woman hurt you.

Edge continued to fuck you roughly. Pressing kisses against the side of your face. Your legs wrapped around his waist. Hands gripping his back.

“We were made for each other,” Edge moaned against your skin.

Your body was blinded with pleasure. Toes curling.

“You feel so good around my cock,” He moaned, as your walls tightened around his cock.

With every thrust, your walls tightened around his cock. Edge could feel himself getting closer to coming but he needed you to come again. Your boobs were pressed flush against his chest.

His thrust got harder and faster. More intense. His hips hit yours. Maybe it was the time the two of you spent apart. The longing of being apart and wanting to feel one another again.

You could feel a familiar sensation forming in the pit of your stomach. Eyes squeezed shut. Toes turning. Fingers digging into his skin. Toes turning white. Vision blurring.

Edge continued to fuck you roughly.

You weren’t sure if it was the longing feeling of finally having him inside of you, but you squirted around him. His hand let go of the side of your face, grabbing your waist instead and pressing it against the mattress, using all his strength to still be inside of you.

“Fuck,” He repeated. That was Edge’s undoing. His cock convulsed inside of you. with one sharp thrust and a whimper from you, he came inside of you. Painting your walls white with his cum.

Moaning your name against the side of your face. You mewled at the feeling of his cum inside of you. Still coming down from your intense orgasm.

His breathing was heavy against your skin. You tried to catch your breath. Vision slowly coming back. Instead of pulling out of you, he was still inside of you. He moved slightly, so he could wrap his arm around you. You let out a whimper.

“It’s okay princess,” He spoke in a soothing voice. Kissing the top of your head.

“I missed you,” He gasped out. His fingers caressing your side. He pressed kisses against the top of your head repeatedly.

You didn’t respond. He assumed you were still recovering, but that was far from it.

As you lay there beside him, chest rising up and down, his arm around you, you realized how much of a mess you were in. You knew you just started something you were trying to get over. You knew if he called you after this you would pick up the phone and you would be back in his bed, obsessing over him, back into the feelings you were trying to get over, after all, he told you he didn’t see a future with you, which is why the two of you went separate way. You were only just breaking your heart over again. You were screwed…

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thevelria · 1 year

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Story of my wife (Goku x Reader)

Author's note: It's a short story, but I have to admit it's a bit disturbing. The story was based on a dream, my husband had a few years ago. I usually use his dreams as a base to a story :D

Trigger warning: if you are sensitive to the topic about the seizure and mental health, please skip this story.

Goku tried his best to get out of the bed as quietly as possible, making sure not to wake me up. He sneaked out of the room, wondering how he could have surprised me on this boring, gray Saturday. A half smile cracking on his face, he slowly dressed up and left the nearby bakery in the town.

We moved there not too long ago, so Goku needed to focus on the streets pretty well, not missing the corner he had to turn left.

In the bakery there was already light, showing the customers they were open in this early hour of the morning. A kind looking old lady with a sleepy face greeted him warmly as soon as he stepped in the shop.

-Good morning, sweetheart -the old lady smiled at Goku- What can I give you?

-Morning, ma’am -he nodded, slightly smiling back at her- I would like to have a french croissant and a salted pretzel, please.

After he left the bakery, on his way home he was hoping that I was still asleep, so the surprise he planned could have gone perfectly well.

Slowly walking on the street, he felt an overwhelming calm spreading through his body. For a while there was nothing to worry about, no danger, no threat, nothing. Even the cold, sharp wind could not make him feel otherwise. The smell of the fresh baked pastries hit his nose, taking a huge deep breath he hurried his steps to finally get home.

Goku opened the door carefully, almost in silence, only our puppy cracked one of his eyes open, but after he realized it was only Goku entering the room, he fell back asleep instantly. As he was preparing breakfast, putting the pastry on a tray beside some decaf coffee and he started to smile widely. I’ve been pregnant so he was really paying attention to every little detail. He even put a flower in a vase just to make the look simply wonderful.

As he pushed the doorknob down the smile he was wearing disappeared immediately. The room was empty.

-Where is she? -he furrowed his eyebrows, heading back to the kitchen. Goku was calling my name, wandering around the house, but he couldn’t find me anywhere.

-C’mon, Y/N…where are you? -he took a deep breath- It’s not funny! Please! -he kept talking louder and louder.

Goku was looking for me for a long time, he checked the outside in the yard, in every single small building we had, even going down in the basement. After feeling defeated he walked back to the house, in the bedroom, throwing himself down the bed, which had only one side of it wrinkled.

-I just don’t understand where she could leave -he pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head in disbelief, when he spotted the wardrobe’s door being open just a little bit. -There you are! -he jumped off the bed, rushing to the wardrobe, opening it wide eagerly.

But instead of me he found nothing, only emptiness.

-What the fuck? -his eyes widened- Where are her clothes? -he clenched his jaw- Did she…did she leave me? But why?

Running to the living room in full panic, Goku called his mother immediately.

-Good morning, honey -Gine answered the phone with a calming tone.

-Mom! -Goku screamed-Something bad happened! You need to come over. Please come over right now -he kept bubbling.

-What happened?

-Y/N is gone! I couldn't find her anywhere and even her clothes disappeared!

-Oh, sweety…-Gine sighed deeply- I’ll be there in a few minutes, just try to stay calm okay? Can you do this for me?

Goku hung up the phone, walking back and forth in the house, massaging his temple while starting to talk to the half asleeped dog.

-Did you see her leaving? Huh, buddy? Did you? Nah, I’m sure you didn’t, you were asleep… -rolling his eyes annoyed.

As the doorbell rang his body clenched, rushing to the door to open it.

-Mom! -he took a deep breath, about to start to spill his panic at his mother.

-Let’s go inside! -Gine held up his hand, hushing his son.

Gine’s hand was shaking from the nervousness, but he couldn’t have let his son notice it. The doctors warned her, everytime a seizure appeared she needed to act calm and smart, talking softly to be able to pull Goku back into reality.

-Sit down, son…here next to me -she petted the sofa- There’s something we need to talk about.

-Yes, mother! Y/N is gone, we need to call the police. What if something happened to her? What if she was kidnapped or -he froze from even the thought- what if something happened to the baby! -he was losing control.

-Enough! -Gine said with a strict tone.

-But don’t you understand she’s in danger? -he clenched his jaw- We need to help her! -he jumped off the sofa, walking back and forth in front of her mother. His eyes burning in fury and fear. Gine didn’t know what to do, never witnessed a seizure like this before, she finally stood up and slapped Goku on the face.

-I said sit down…now! -she commanded.

Caressing his sore face Goku took a deep breath, obeying his mother and sitting down on the sofa again. He was looking around, shaking his head in disbelief, feeling something was just not right.

-Mom -he sighed-What’s going on?

-You’re having a seizure, sweety -said Gine with a sad tone- You’ve been imagining Y/N to be real again. But you know it’s not true, right? -she faked a smile- She’s not your wife and not carrying your child…she just doesn't exist.

-But mom -Goku looked confident- She’s in the pictures…Look! -he grabbed a framed photo from the table, showing it to his mother.

-Honey…there are only you and the dog in that picture -Gine shook her head slightly.

Goku checked the picture one more time and he saw clearly that I wasn’t in the picture. Hurriedly he looked at all the pictures one by one, but he couldn’t find me anywhere in them.

-I just don’t understand it -he collapsed to his knees.

***

Since the last seizure 6 months have passed and it seemed Goku was getting better day by day. He got some new medicines and treatments, which seemingly helped him to feel okay. Feeling happy and calm he tried to move on with his life. And even if not a single day passed without him thinking of me, he knew now that I wasn’t real. After his fight with Frieza his mind simply tricked him into a world, which seemed cruel enough to create a happy family for him.

He was handling the daily grocery, picking tomatoes from the box into a plastic bag, when he looked up and everything fell from his hand. I was standing at the pastries, picking some stuff to my basket. Goku couldn't control himself and rushed towards me immediately.

-There you are Y/N -he grabbed my arm- I knew you would have come back to me. No one believed me, but I knew it! Deep down I just knew it! -he smirked uncontrollably.

-What are you doing? -the woman pushed his hand off of her- I’m not Y/N, leave me alone! -she commanded.

-But…but you just look like my wife -Goku shook his head in disbelief- Even your hair -he fought the urge to touch it- Please don’t leave me again! -he begged.

The woman spun on her heels and walked away from him in a hurry.

-Mom! -Goku called Gine with a shaking voice- I saw her today in the grocery store. I swear to my life it was her, but she said she’s not Y/N and ran away -Goku was snobbing hard -Please mom, you need to help me!

-Son, you know there’s only one thing left to do. You have to get in the nursing home, they will be able to help you. They are the only ones who can help you!

-Yeah -he sighed deeply- you are probably right- he said, turning his face to the door, seeing me walking in with our new born son in my hands.

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rosietrace · 4 months

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Twst Secret Santa 2023 || The life of a Puppet

(Central) Character Featured: UiO

Mentioned: Lilia Vanrouge, Silver, Sebek Zigvolt, Miren Lockhart, Sumeragi Yuuta, Jiyoon Lockhart, Malleus Draconia, Victoria Shard

Event: TWST Secret Santa, 2023

↳ Merry Christmas, @authoruio!

Synopsis: Well…. The title explains enough, right-? Right???

Warning(s): Potentially ooc

[ Apologies for any out of character moments ]

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「 Lil Author's Note: Tysm to Mari and Eli for allowing me to participate in this year's secret Santa! (@twstedsecretsanta!) 」

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“Ah- S-Sorry, Lilia-senpai, I can't- Eat- Your food-”

The mischievous little puppet grinned nervously, backing away from the sheer sight of whatever the hell Lilia had cooked up for ‘breakfast’.

One can't exactly blame her, either. Everyone, everyone, in Diasomnia may have their occasional disagreements and all, but…

They can all agree on one thing: Lilia's food is horrible.

No way am I eating that! UiO gulped, a drop of sweat falling down their face. (Can puppets even sweat?? Who knows!.... Jiyoon, please answer this for us-)

If Lilia even managed to make his food look ‘presentable’ to serve, UiO could've been convinced to scarf it down like a bag of sweets.

Alas, that isn't gonna happen anytime soon, is it? Sad, I know, but life's never fair for everyone!

UiO knows one thing for certain, though — Sebek will gobble up anything made by that uncharacteristically old nocturnal fae because that's just how gosh darn devoted he is to his superiors!

Which…. Is what Sebek's doing right now, funnily enough-

UiO had to hold back the look of disgust on her face as Sebek scarfed down Lilia's food. Based on his expression…

The look on Silver's face twisted. “He's gonna vomit all of that out..” he murmured. Quiet enough for almost no one to hear him, but loud and close enough for UiO to listen.

They laughed awkwardly, in tandem. “I've been spared…” A look of relief was painted on her face, letting out a breath.

Well, at least it isn't as bad as the spices Renren made. Perhaps that was the only good thing about Lilia's food, in the eyes of the (un)trustworthy puppet.

“Fufu, how wonderful that you adore it so much, Sebek!” Lilia exclaimed, clasping his hands together as he seemingly cartoonishly moved around Sebek. “I worked hard on making it, so it seems my efforts were well worth the wait!”

Was it? Asked the members of Diasomnia from within the back of their minds.

Not wanting to waste a second longer, UiO inconspicuously (yet not so inconspicuously) made a stride out of the dorm.

The day has only just begun, y'know! One can't waste another second in one place!

༝ㅤ･ㅤ˚ㅤ。ㅤ.ㅤ⋆ㅤ†　。 𓄿

“And then he just decides to kick me out of the botanical garden, just for ‘interrupting’ his gardening hours!”

Upon listening to his words, UiO shrugged. “Your problem, Renren, not mine!” she exclaimed, happily walking ahead of him and Jiyoon.

Jiyoon sighed. “I don't understand why you're so hung up on that,” she massaged the bridge of her nose, exasperated beyond belief. “It's not like he attacked you with a gardening hose.”

Miren narrowed his eyes. “He certainly threatened to,” he turned away from Jiyoon, grumbling.

“Oh, c'mon, Renren!” UiO grinned. “He isn't that bad! A little greedy? Sure, and selfish! But he wouldn't do that!”

Miren had several doubts about that, that's for sure.

He turned a corridor, humming. “This is my stop,” he told the two. “I'll see you two at lunch?”

Jiyoon responded with a nod. “You can be certain of that.”

Miren nodded back, walking off to his next class, and leaving Jiyoon and UiO to their own devices.

Speaking of which…

“Now then, UiO-” Jiyoon deadpanned shortly after realizing that the puppet had gone off. She let out an exasperated breath.

“Honestly….”

༝ㅤ･ㅤ˚ㅤ。ㅤ.ㅤ⋆ㅤ†　。 𓄿

UiO wandered around the halls of Night Raven, in a playful and almost oblivious-to-her-surroundings sort of manner.

The puppet almost always wore a grin on her face. It was both an amusing and an unsettling experience!

They were expressive, long story short.

She smiled to herself, taking note of every little detail that surrounded her. From the tiling of the floors, the wind that blew beneath her hair, the stone arches…

Everything about NRC fascinated UiO.

And everything about Twisted Wonderland fascinated her, as a whole.

To think, UiO's thoughts wandered about. In a similar fashion to the way she was wandering about the halls. A world like this..

Her expression turned neutral. So many questions, and barely any answers.

Anything is possible, she thought. I'm enough proof of that.

Twisted Wonderland fascinated UiO for a number of reasons. The landscapes, the experiences, the cryptic history behind it-

And seemingly most important of all, the people.

Rich or poor, tall or short, no matter what kind of person they were — the people that resided within this strange and unanswerable world only amplified UiO's fascination for it.

They loved it. Loved this world, its people, everything.

Sure, the overblots can get a little jarring… UiO can agree on that much. But… I've experienced worse.

She stopped in her tracks, hearing the sound of bickering. Bickering that would transition into an argument, she figured.

Turning her head, a smile of excitement on both her lips and in her eyes.

Her housewarden! (Dorm leader? Housewarden? Honestly, she's too lazy to figure out what the proper term is!)

Unsurprisingly, Malleus got himself into another argument with a certain Fae woman. One who couldn't stand him, and wanted to throttle him with every fiber of her being.

UiO always got a kick out of their interactions. They stood from a distance, watching them throw their verbal punches at each other, an unmatched intensity in their aura.

An aura that never truly fades, even as they parted ways.

UiO watched as his fingers lingered towards his ‘adversary’, an amusement falling down the puppet's face.

Smitten, he is. UiO believed. How their story ends, I'll probably never know. But even so….

That smile on her face never seemed to fade, even as she began her journey of walking away from the distant encounter before her.

Of course, Jiyoon eventually found her, and scolded her for wandering off on her own — her exasperation evident on her face, all the while she was well aware that she'd have to have grown used to this by now.

UiO was as unpredictable as she was wise. Untrustworthy, chaotic, and generally not someone you'd consider intelligent; but wise nonetheless.

The day seemed to end all too soon, as the puppet bid goodbye to her half-siblings a little before returning to Diasomnia.

It was just as chaotic in the dorm now as it was in the morning, which she wouldn't have had any other way.

“Is everything okay?” Asked Malleus, approaching the puppet.

UiO had to hold back the smile on her face, noticing the unfulfilled longing he still had. “Yup! Completely, and truthfully, fine, Malleus-san!”

Malleus let out the briefest of smiles, nodding. “I see,” he looked out to the rest of the members of his dormitory, that smile turning into a look most neutral.

“..... Do you ever wish that things never changed?”

UiO turned to him, slightly confused, but aware that she had to give him the courtesy of a response.

“Sometimes,” UiO cocked her head to the side. “But some things have to change, even if you don't want them to..”

That seemed to deepen the look in Malleus' eyes. That look of solemnity, of sadness.

One that UiO couldn't help but feel sympathy towards.

“Why do you ask?”

He turned his back, seemingly radio silent for the first couple of seconds before he started walking away — murmuring his response.

“Because that's how I wish it could be.”

…. I guess the life of a puppet only gets more interesting as time goes on. So fun, yet so terrifying, all at the exact same time.

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「❆」 — Christmas Message!

Merry Christmas, UiO!! I hope you enjoyed this piece of writing I made for you! Your writing, ocs, and especially your art have been a big inspiration for me and I'm REALLY glad that I'm friends with someone as kind and caring and just plain AMAZING as you!!

You and the rest of Coconut have been a big help for me, especially with issues involving my personal life — and I can't be any more grateful than I already am to know that I have you and the others to lean on (albeit not physically) 😭❤️🫂

In truth, the reason I didn't do the first of your wishlist is because I was scared of getting Felicitas' characterization incorrectly ☠️ I'm really sorry that I wasn't able to do anything for her, and hopefully this little oneshot is enough to suffice for it 😭

As always, I hope you are doing well and you're happy and if you EVER need to let out your feelings, blow off some steam, etc: You can always go to me and the rest of Coconut. We're always gonna be here to have your back, and don't forget that!!

I love you very much, UiO, and thank you for being my friend <33 Have a Merry Christmas!

Sincerely, your Secret Santa

— Rosie 🌹

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#twst secret santa 2023 #twst secret santa #twst oc #mutuals <3 #twisted wonderland oc #twst ocs #twst #disney twst #ツイステ #ツイステッドワンダーランド #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #mutuals oc #mutuals ocs #puppet uio #jiyoon luck #glutton miren

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Heart Shaped Wound

Chapter 43

Author’s note: no one wanted the story to end yet. They want more character interactions so I will give them that. It does only get worse from here so I’m so sorry everyone.

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“Kaoru?” (Your name) smiled up at the frustrated yakuza. The man calming down a bit at her expression. “I’m still not ready to make a choice. I’m also a little confused right now.”

Hanayama released her and moved to sit beside her on the bed. It was stupid of him to even try that right now. Not when she was so distressed over her mother right now… speaking of which.

“Do you care about your mother?” Hanayama asked as he put a hand on her thigh. “You can talk to me about anything. I can listen.”

“It’s complicated. I do care about her, a part of me always will… it’s just how she has always tried to control me all my life.” (Your name) held Hanayama’s hand, rubbing soothing circles on the back of his palms. “She doesn’t approve of my fighting lifestyle but at the end of the day, it’s my life. I don’t need her approval on how to be happy.”

Hanayama felt her kiss his scarred cheek, the giant man nearly melting into a puddle. She had him wrapped around her finger.

“I appreciate the thought of you trying to have me visit my mom while I’m here, but my mom is a person who will never change. As much as I wish she would be a better parent who supports my love of fighting, it will never happen.” (Your name) then stood up to make her way to the bathroom. “Not even death would change that woman.”

Once the bathroom door clicked and he heard bath water running, Hanayama pulled out his phone and messaged his guards.

‘Change of plans. Scare my future mother in law into accepting me.’

Was it bad that Hanayama didn’t even feel guilty for trying to kill (your name)’s mom? He would do anything for her… anything. She just had to so much as hint at wanting someone gone and he would gladly do it.

Hanayama reached into his suit jacket and pulled out the little black box. He opened the box to reveal a beautiful marquis cut diamond ring. The ring mocked him.

Here was this perfect ring for this perfect girl and he didn’t give her a perfect night… it was selfish of him to think she’d give her body to him but sex was usually what relaxed him whenever he was stressed out… at least before he met her. Now Hanayama was always sexually frustrated. He couldn’t imagine sleeping with anyone else…

Maybe a massage? Would she let him massage her?

Hanayama began to shed his suit. He was disappointed about tonight. But maybe they could do something else. He didn’t want to have a bad time with (your name). Hanayama didn’t want to fall from her grace… he couldn’t go back to not knowing her. To not being with her.

Hanayama sighed as before tucking the ring back into his suit jacket. She didn’t need to know of this. At least not yet. When the opportunity arose again, he would propose.

Hanayama froze when he head the water drain. Had he really been lost in his thoughts for awhile? He hadn’t realized the time. Thank goodness he put the ring away.

Hanayama hung to suit on a coat hanger as he turned away when the door opened.

“I forgot to grab my pajamas. Can you please grab them for me, Kaoru?” (Your name) asked sheepishly. She was in such a rush to get away from him that she had forgotten to grab clothes. How embarrassing.

“Yes I can.” Hanayama went over to her suit case and pulled out the silk pajamas he had bought her. Oh how he wished she would put on the matching lingerie he bought her, but he knew they weren’t quite ready for that… he wondered if she was going to wait till after they were married.

“Are you disappointed we didn’t do much tonight?” (Your name) asked Hanayama who froze. His large form still hovering over her suitcase. “I can show you something pretty neat if you’d like to do something. I’m going to need a shorter dress if you would be so kind to hand me one.”

“But you already took off your makeup. I don’t want you to have to get ready again.” Hanayama clasped his hands together, his heart racing. She’s never planned a date with him yet and here she was asking him out.

“It doesn’t matter to me. I don’t have to be too fancy and neither do you.” (Your name) smiled at Hanayama, making sure to conceal her towel clad body behind the bathroom door frame. “I just hope you’re ready to build up a sweat.”

Hanayama rose a brow at her. What on earth could she mean?

“Have you ever been lambada dancing, Kaoru?”

The music was so loud, Hanayama felt his body shake. His head hurt a bit from the bright the lights were but the sight before him was worth it all.

(Your name) twirled around him with a bright smile. Her body moving gracefully to the salsa music like one of those porcelain figurines in a music box.

“Come on, Kaoru! Dance with me!” Hanayama did his best to twirl and dip her as she moved around him like a spinning top. The skirt of her red dress looking like a flame.

Hanayama had to admit that he was having fun. He never would’ve imagined himself dancing with a beautiful woman like this… he never knew dancing could be so spellbinding.

Hanayama glared at any of the men who tried to approach the two of them. He wasn’t going to trade (your name) off to dance with anyone else. He didn’t care about the rules here. She was his girl.

Hanayama turned his head to glance at other dancers who picked their partners up in their arms to twirl them. Would she let him pick her up?

“What’s on your mind?” (Your name) asked as she grabbed Hanayama’s hands in her much smaller ones. She gave them a squeeze. “I know this is a little bit different setting then what you are used to. We can leave if you’d like.”

Hanayama pulled her closer to him before he dipped her body down. His hands on her hips as his breath fanned her face.

“I was just getting the hang of it.” Hanayama smiled as he swung her body back up as he held her bottom to keep her hips on his as he swung her. “But I’m ready to go.”

“You never fail to surprise me, Kaoru.” (Your name) chuckled as she pushed away from him to stand in front of him. “You’re not bad at dancing.”

“Maybe I have a good teacher?” Hanayama smirked at the blush on her cheeks.

(Your name) grabbed his hand and started dragging him out of the club.

Hanayama admired how the golden city lights glimmered on her skin. She glowed just like a bright light in the dark, one he never wanted to go out.

“Kaoru?” Hanayama reached a hand out to grasp (your name)’s jaw, to tilt her head up to look at him.

He leaned forward, pressing his lips against hers with a smile. He was going to enjoy every moment he had with her. Even if she didn’t choose him now, she would.

Hanayama was never going to stop chasing after her. Not until he was dead.

He smirked when she kissed back. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, his hand now holding the back of her head as he expertly explored her wet cavern. His fingers tangling in a few of her soft (hair color) strands.

For the night, she was his and he was hers. He pulled away with a satisfied smile.

“Kaoru?” (Your name) asked with a dazed expression. “We should probably head back before it gets too late.”

“We’ll rest and get breakfast in the morning. Then we will have to fly back to Japan so you don’t miss work.” Hanayama stated as he pressed his lips to her head again. “I had an amazing time tonight.”

“I had a lot of fun too.” (Your name) smiled up at him before grasping his hand in hers. “Thank you, Kaoru. I feel better.”

Hanayama hummed. He was glad he didn’t go forward with killing her mom. He really needed to get his short bursts of anger in check. Yet wouldn’t any man be upset to see their woman cry?

“You got lucky today, ma’am!” One of the guards shouted at the parked their car on the side of the road. “Boss changed his mind.”

The two men climbed out of the car and opened the trunk with grins.

“You’re so lucky your son in law is such a kind man. We’re gonna bring you back to the city soon. We just need to talk for a bit is all.” One of the guards smiled as he pulled out a pocket knife. “A real long talk.”

(Mother’s name) whimpered under her hood. Just what kind of man did her daughter get involved with this time?

Was Jun not enough to disappoint her? Did she really have to go with a mob boss?

“Boss’s future wife is so pretty! Don’t you think she will look lovely in white?”

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Author’s note: thanks for reading!

#baki hanma #baki the grappler #baki x reader #baki son of ogre #yandere #yandere imagine #baki the grappler x reader #yandere fic #yandere baki #female reader #baki kaoru hanayama #baki hanayama #hanayama kaoru #kaoru hanayama #kaoru hanayama x reader #heart shaped wound #Bali #grappler baki #baki dou

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getting to know each other

fandom: the owl house

pairing: none! please don’t tag as ship!

characters included: ler!amity, lee!hunter

word count: 1,601

genre: fluff!

warnings: none

author’s note: in this fic, hunter is still the golden guard, but he is basically a double agent and tells the owl family what belos is doing so they can prepare to retaliate if needed. basically, he and the owl family are buddies — thus, why he’s hanging out at the owl house!

amity and hunter sat on opposite sides of the big, worn-out sofa in the living room of the owl house, looking away from each other.

they were doing their own things; amity was messing around on her scroll, and hunter had just lulled flapjack to sleep in luz’s bedroom.

flapjack lived with luz for a while before she found hunter, so she feels the most comfortable resting in her bedroom.

anyways, amity and hunter were the only two people in the house — luz, king, lilith, and eda went out to the night market to get apple blood, and hooty was sleeping.

they were the two kids who still didn’t really get along. hunter and the the owl family were cool now, but the same couldn’t be said for him and amity.

he did fight her… and took the portal key from her when she was just trying to help him…

urgh…

hunter massaged his temple with his pointed finger and thumb. he was going to get a headache if he thought about that any more.

he felt guilty, but he was never going to say that.

electronic beeps came from amity’s scroll every few minutes, and she giggled like a child every time.

texts from luz, of course.

hunter rolled his eyes, his arms crossed over his chest.

“you see her every day, blight. i doubt what she’s texting you is so cute that you need to squeal constantly,” he huffed.

amity growled as her cheeks warmed up with embarrassment.

“shut up, man. you don’t know what it’s like to date someone! every time they text, it feels super exciting! it’s worth squealing about.”

hunter looked towards the purple-haired witch and then the rug on the floor.

“you don’t know that i don’t know what it’s like to date someone,” he said quietly, shifting uncomfortably at his own comment.

“oh~?” amity said, her ears perking up as she looked at the blonde boy on the other end of the couch. “well, do you?”

crap.

poor move, hunter.

“um… no, not actua—”

before the poor kid could even finish his sentence, amity burst out into a fit of laughter.

“i knew it! i kneeeew it~!” she teased as the boy’s face and ears turned red.

“you didn’t know anything!” he whined, burying his face into his palms. “i was just saying that you couldn’t have known before i told you! you don’t know anything about me!”

amity wiped a tear of mirth from her eye and put her scroll down on one of the orange sofa cushions, preparing herself for what she was about to say.

“you know what? i don’t really know much about you. you’re right. do you wanna ask each other questions and get to know eachother a little…?”

she turned her head away when hunter looked up at her, a baffled expression on his face.

“are you being serious…?” he asked, slight hesitation in his voice.

amity still didn’t look back at him, but nodded.

“…why?” hunter said inquisitively, readjusting his position on the couch. a small crease had formed where he was leaning into his spot, which made him slouch a little.

“because luz forgave you. eda forgave you. they all forgave you…” amity started, meeting hunters eyes. “i think i’m ready to, as well.”

she abruptly realized how serious she sounded and quickly added an extra sentiment to the end:

“i still think you’re a huge idiot, though.”

hunter chuckled.

he sounded a bit… relieved, actually.

“yeah, i’d like to get to know you a bit better.” he said, a toothy grin appearing on his scarred face. “also, you’re a huger idiot!”

amity playfully stuck her tongue out at him.

“i’m going to pretend you didn’t say that and just start asking you questions. let’s take turns.”

hunter nodded in agreement and stuck a thumb up.

“okay, sooo… oh, okay, i have one! what’s your favorite thing about your palisman?” amity asked, scooching towards hunter so she could see and hear him more clearly.

hunter’s eyes lit up when she asked him this.

“what a good question! there’s so much that i love about flapjack! but i think that my favorite thing is that she’s just a really good friend. she was here with me when i didn’t have a whole lot of people by my side.”

flapjack twittered happily from another room in the owl house.

he nodded after he finished talking, as if he was proud of his answer.

“aww, that’s really nice,” amity said, smiling at the sweetness of hunter’s words. “but now it’s my turn! my turnnnn~!”

hunter dramatically sighed with feigned annoyance.

“fine, fine! calm down! ummm… let me think… oh! what’s your favorite azura book?”

amity gasped at his question, which seemed to surprise him. nobody ever talked to her about azura besides luz!

“ohhhh! book two, for sure. it’s probably one of the worse books in the series, to be honest. it just has sentimental value, so i love it anyway!”

hunter made a noise of what amity thinks was agreement before she asks her next question.

the question.

“okay, ummm… oh, oh! are you ticklish?”

hunter felt his heart skip a beat. however, his nervousness didn’t show on the outside at all.

he didn’t know how he managed to stay so composed, but he did.

thank titan.

“no, i-i’m not.”

his voice cracked piercingly, which completely blew his not-ticklish cover.

NO.

“i thanked the titan too soon…” he thought, beads of sweat pricking at his forehead.

amity raised her eyebrows and couldn’t help but smile.

“you don’t sound too sure about that,” she said bluntly.

hunter took a second to focus on his voice in an effort to make sure that it didn’t come out… like that… again.

“i am sure about it!” he said with fake confidence in his voice, hoping that he sounded convincing enough that amity would believe his ruse.

“i’m the golden guard! the golden guard doesn’t have a weakness as futile as tickling!”

amity scooted a bit closer to hunter and put her hand on his shoulder, which was enough to make him jump. he was lucky that he didn’t giggle at her touch — he could already feel the anticipation in the air.

“okay, sure, the golden guard isn’t ticklish. but is hunter…?”

he didn’t expect to hear that question. his eyes widened, but he said nothing.

“wellll~?” amity cooed. “is he?”

hunter grunted and turned his head away from the witch beside him.

he was in too deep to lie.

“maybe a little.”

amity’s expression grew more excited by the second, unable to control her smiling at the idea of getting this kid to crack and enjoy himself a bit.

“only a little?” she asked, narrowing her eyes. “we’ll see about that.”

hunter’s “i’m only a little ticklish!” claim was instantaneously debunked when amity pounced onto him and skittered her fingers into his ribs, resulting in immediate belly-laughter and lots of thrashing.

not thrashing hard enough to make her stop, though — despite the fact that he was definitely strong enough to physically make her stop moving her stealthy hands.

amity noticed this, and tucked it into the back of her mind for later.

“AHHH! blihihihight!” he said through hiccup-filled laughter. “plehehease! nohohohoooo!”

his eyes squinted shut when he laughed, and his face, ears, and neck were a bright red color. the gap in between his front teeth was on show as his giggles continue to bubble out.

his smile was so youthful, despite all of his hardships.

“‘ple-hee-hee-heease!’ you sound like a little kid when you plead like that!” amity teased meanly. “what are you even begging for~? do you want more tickles, perhaps…?” the limber girl said, moving her hands up the helpless boy’s ribs and towards his underarms.

her fingers stopped on his top ribs; it seemed as if his underarms were going to have to be the final act. going near them, even a little, made him screech.

he snorted and laughed uncontrollably, rendered completely unable to hide any of his reactions to this tickle monster’s torturous touch.

“NOHOHOOOO! (snort) I DOHOHOHON’T!” he cried. “I— (wheeze) I—”

“you what~?” amity giggled, completely unphased by his intense reactions to her tickling tactics. “use your words!”

hunter shook his head roughly in response; he felt as if he had melted into a puddle.

“I CAHAHAN—”

his sentence was abruptly cut off with loud, colorful laughter when amity finally struck under his arms, his death spot.

he was now completely incapable of articulate thought; all he could think about was how much everything tickled.

once hunter’s laughter eventually went from intense snorts to silent wheezes, amity finally let up.

hunter laughed and laughed, even after amity had finished.

“why didn’t you stop me? you totally could have.” amity said, resting her back against her side of the sofa once again. “i think you may have had some fun with that, golden guard.”

too tired to be sassy, hunter nodded and looked at amity.

“yeah, that was nice. but don’t tell anyon—”

however, amity was already speedily typing a text to luz about how ticklish hunter was.

hunter immediately knew what she was doing, and, despite his wobbly knees, quickly crawled over to her side of the sofa and tried to grab the scroll out of her hand.

but, to no avail.

amity lightly poked hunter’s side and wiggled her finger a bit, which immediately made him lose his balance.

“SENT~!”

needless to say, the owl family saw hunter’s genuine smile and heard hunter’s genuine laugh a lot that night.

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triviareads · 8 months

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Can you suggest a book where a couple delay their wedding night?

I find it interesting when a couple get right to it, to "make the marriage legal"

I thought it would be interesting to see the opposite too.

You might know this already based on the fact that you put quotes around it, but consummation was not actually necessary for making a marriage legal by the regency era, in the UK at least (I can't speak to the laws of other countries). That hasn't stopped a looooot of HR authors from including "fuck or annul" plots in their stories which... I'm not at all opposed to. Anyway, here are some delayed wedding night recs:

The Courtesan Duchess by Joanna Shupe: So... how delayed do you want your wedding night? Because this one is delayed by eight years since he abandoned her right after their wedding. Now the hero is fucking around in Venice and the heroine, his estranged wife, disguises herself as a courtesan so she can seduce him and get pregnant.

Lord of Scoundrels by Loretta Chase: He may have compromised her publicly, but Dain is super reluctant to sleep with Jessica after they marry because he's afraid he'll wreck her with his dick or something. So he gets drunk on their wedding night, spends several nights in forced chastity and until she finally has to seduce him.

Marquess of Mayhem by Scarlett Scott: Another purposefully public compromise by the hero (he's caught "massaging" her permanently injured leg); but Morgan just massages the same leg on their wedding night while being all "you totally want this" which.... fails. Leonora has to tell him what's what a week later and they finally consummate.

The Chief by Monica McCarty: Christina is coerced into entrapping Tor by her dad so.... there is a single, premarital thrust (welp) before he freaks out, pulls out, and realizes it's her. Anyway, between a hasty marriage, travel, and general uncomfortableness, they don't actually consummate their marriage until a few weeks later.

The Truth About Cads and Dukes by Elisa Braden: Jane is compromised by Harrison's brother so there's a hasty wedding and travel that prevent them from consummating, and the first few times are suuuuuper underwhelming because Harrison is very repressed until he finally cracks and takes her on his desk, which I count as the true consummation tbh.

When A Scott Ties A Knot by Tessa Dare: Maddie's lied to everyone about being engaged to a fake Scottish soldier who conveniently died for years.... until the man himself shows up and blackmails her into marriage basically. Actually the (lack of) consummation is a pretty big plot point— he wants to go for it while she has her hang-ups, so they slowly build their way up to it.

The Duchess Deal by Tessa Dare: This is a marriage of convenience for the sole purpose of begetting heirs, but they're delayed by a couple days because on Night 1 there are some nerves (because he's biiiiig and scarred and hulking and he's obviously gonna destroy her), and Night 2 they're cockblocked by her cat. Night 3 is a lot smoother, suffice to say.

#book recs #joanna shupe #loretta chase #scarlett scott #monica mccarty #elisa braden #tessa dare #historical romance #ask

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Making Fiends and Influencing Ponies

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Kin looked up from her sketch, without laying down her pencil, and replied, “Plain you never were, AJ. It was those aches and pains that made you feel that way. And yes, both Rarity and I have had the same issue. I mean, however others may have thought of us, we have both felt like we were not ponies of worth.

“We are both keeping our promise to you about good work clothes, but we are working on good play clothes for you, too. Ones that will go with how you are feeling now.”

Pinkie Pie glanced at the clock. Managing to look totally downcast, in spite of her sneaking peeks at AJ, she grumbled, “Nertz! Gotta go up to Sugar Cube Corner and do Night Shift's coffee, donuts, and cupcakes.”

She strutted out of the Carousel, carefully locking the door behind her. AJ chortled, “Ah notice that she done took her jimmy with her! That's a mare that don't need a key!”

Going to sit on the floor in front of Kin, AJ asked seriously, “Kin, Ah still feels bad about havin' them bad feelin's about you. Ah means, all the good that you was doin' was right in front of mah face an I din't see it right. Whut kin ah do to make that right?”

Kin did lay aside her pencil as she gave a bit of a stretch, while sitting on her work stool. She gently reached down and stroked AJ's forelock as she answered, “You are doing it, AJ. There is no big act of atonement. Just accept me as a pony and, I hope, a friend. Just know that simply being who I am, I will never use my skills and abilities to make you do or feel anything but what you are already feeling and wanting. Your honesty is a treasure.”

AJ's ears took a relaxed set as she tentatively laid her head against Kin's leg. Kin reached down and stroked her neck, alongside her mane. Quietly, she inquired, “AJ, what do you want?”

AJ gently held the leg that she was leaning against close as she stroked Kin's other leg. “Honestly, Sugarcube, Ah don't really know. Feelin's like these is complete new to me.

“Always had the farm to help out on. Then Ma an Pa both was gone an ah had Apple Bloom ta raise an the farm to run. Then Twi come an ah wound up part o th' Mane Six. Got ta admit that ah never met a stallion whut attracted me. Always felt better around the mares o the Mane Six, sorta wondered about Rare there but they was always somethin'. Shy as heck, truth be told.

“Then you showed up. Ah is confused all over again. Don't want to get between ya. Maybe that's part o why I sort o missed what you really is. Thing is, ah sees you mess around with Pinkie, an ah hears about you an Rainbow an they doesn't seem to come between ya.

“Ah'm used ta thinkin' o ponies in pairs, which you seems both be an not be. How does they fit in? How would I?”

Kin continued to sit and softly massage AJ's neck. AJ realized that Rarity had left off her drawing to sit behind her. She was carefully petting her friend's shoulders and back. “Dear AJ, Kin and I love each other deeply. What we do with our friends, is both sharing pleasure and deepening the bonds of friendship. Neither of us would ever just engage in meaningless sex.

“Where you fit in is where you want to. We are here for you if that is what you wish. If you want to wait, we will still be here for you. Friends always. Close friends if you want. As close as you want us to be.”

AJ reached around behind her with one muscular arm and gathered Rarity around in front of her. Letting go of Kin's leg, she reached up and took her by the waist, pulling her down into the hug.

“Ah reccon that ah got ma head at least part sorted out. Thanks fer taking the time to help me. This here hug tells me one thing sure.” Her snout wrinkled in amusement as she added, “Ah likes mares.” Pulling them closer, “Ah likes you mares a whole bunch.

“Thing is, ah really don't know nothin' 'bout what to do from here on.”

Rarity smiled, her eyes focused on AJ, and her ears forward in total attention as she replied, “We do have a good idea of what to do next. We all need a shower.”

“Um, Sugarcube, you just done had a shower.”

Kin, snorted playfully, “A shower is far more than simply a place to get clean! Sharing warm water with scrubbing and cuddling is a great way to relax and learn what we all like about ourselves and each other.”

AJ sort of snuggled up to Rarity and rested her head on Rarity's shoulder. With a sigh of contentment, she lightly kissed the side of Rarity's neck. Rarity pulled her head up some and kissed AJ full on the lips!

AJ responded eagerly! As the kiss finally broke, she arched her back. Kin had been working, with massage and her ordinary unicorn magic, and it had truly enhanced AJ's experience!

AJ purred as she suggested, “Let's go see what a shower full of mares is like. Ah am definitely likin' things so far!”

The shower, as Kin had predicted, had little to do with getting clean! Soft wash cloths full of soap were playfully scrubbed against the lay of their fur to reach the delicate hide beneath! Aided by streams of warm water and soft brushes, the fur was rinsed and its lay restored!

“Ma goodness ah never realized how good tits could feel when you mares is the ones doin' the scrubbin'! Ah means, they was just always there, part o me. Never paid 'em no mind beyond keepin' 'em clean! When you is playin' with 'em it's a whole different game! Way better feelin' when it's you doin' the feelin', if ya gets ma drift!”

Rarity, luxuriating in flowing water on her boobs while AJ was playing with them, pulled her close and kissed her again! Kin hugged the pair and serenely fondled the sensitive areas behind ears and cheerfully kiss-nibbled the sides of the necks of the necking mares. She used her simple unicorn magic to gently play with both of their clitorises at the same time, carefully following their build up of tension, to be sure that they would both climax at the same instant!

It took all of Kin's considerable strength to keep both bucking mares upright! As they were coming down from their orgasms, Kin mischievously gave them a push to topple them into the tub! Joining into the delightfully sexy water fight that followed, Kin stretched out full length in the tub. Both AJ and Rarity attacked her with fondling, kisses and, somewhat to AJ's surprise, blissfully nursing at Kin's full breasts.

Kin serenely held the two of them to her bosom by a hand behind the neck of each, gently stroking behind their ears! AJ, hesitantly at first, but more surely as Kin spread her legs to make it easy, began to work her vulva. It was not long at all before Kin was bucking in her turn!

When they emerged from the tub, there were clean, fluffy, unicorn warmed towels to dry each other off! Fur brushes, mane and tail brushes, followed, pampering every centimeter of the tan mare and taking the time to style her fur, mane and tail!

They ended by dressing themselves and offering AJ a good blouse of stout fabric woven in a simple checked pattern. As she buttoned it, her face lit up! She tried many stretches and bends!

“Durn! It actually fits! Ah can wear this while ah works! It don't gap open atall!” She stepped into the simple blue denim bib overall topped skirt and did a twirl! “This even got room for ma tail! You was right! It is comfy for when ah'm not climbin' or buckin'!” Her eye fell on a pair of regular overalls. “You even gots me some for orchard work!”

Pausing, she got a confused look, her ears flipping about! “When did ya sew 'em up?”

Kin chuckled deep in her throat as she served up coffee and some light flaky pastries for them. “Deep magic. I had to do something while you and Rarity were making out!

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Author's note: Stress, uh...does a number on me. It literally makes sex less easy. But when I just chill out, my boyfriend doesn't have any trouble getting, uh...in...lmao (profuse blushing)! My life does quite inspire me.

Theme: Love/Romance, Dubious Consent

He’s desperate and eager to be deep inside of her, but knows she’s not ready yet. James Barnes had learned the hard way when not to enter his wife. He begs her with a moan, grinding against her yearningly. If he tries to enter now, he knows it will only cause her pain. She struggles against him, pressing his lower abdomen away from between her thighs. He sighs with mild frustration, gripping his member through his boxers, stroking it aggressively a moment.

“I want to be inside, baby,” he explains, gazing down at her with intent. Cherise blushes shyly, her eyes widening at the sight of him through the fabric of his boxers. The soldier knows that being reminded of how big he is will make it harder for Cherise to relax. And when she doesn’t relax, he can’t get in as easily, nor as deeply as he wants to. Bucky had gone to great lengths to try and make sure Cherise would be calm when she came home from work. The first thing he started doing when she walked through the door had been to help her hang up her coat, and start massaging her shoulders. The soldier had cleaned up, made dinner—concocting his wife’s favorite salad the same way she does it every night—even getting all of the dishes cleared, he did all the things his wife would have done when she was done for the day. He knew that if he was going to coax her into sex most easily, he had to make sure there was nothing else on her mind. It wasn’t usually so hard to instigate, but the stress of whatever new project she’s working on has taken her away from him intimately for most of the week

“Inside of you, Cherry,” he explains. He begins to massage her hips, invitingly. He grins without teeth when she moans. His shiny metal hand glints in the lamp light, as he clasps her right leg in both of his hands, while maneuvering his own leg to help spread hers further apart. She gasps at the swiftness with which Bucky does this, watching him reach for the hem of his boxers to free himself with a slight grunt. He literally tears them the rest of the way off. Cherise gasps lightly, realizing just how horny he is. His member throbs with need as he grinds against Cherise’s cunt, her underwear the only thing separating him from what he wants most. He places some weight on her, trapping her when she starts trying to sit up. She cocks an eyebrow, fighting a smile.

“Please—I promise I’ll let you go to sleep. I just really wanna fuck you first. I’m horny, Cherry—please,” Bucky breathes.

“I love you, James. I’m just not in the mood right now.”

“Then let me put you in the mood,” he says, this odd darkness in his tone and in his gaze as he locks eyes with her between planting kisses down her stomach. He cups a breast with his warm flesh hand, loving the way that his wife’s breasts are the perfect size.

“James,” Cherise whines.

“I made your night so smooth and easy, doll. Don’t I get a reward? Hmmm?”

Cherise giggles lightly, gasping again when Bucky cups her knees and holds them in opposing directions, plastering his nose and mouth to the thin fabric of her cotton underwear, inhaling furiously.

“You shouldn’t use soap down here, doll. It’s not healthy for your vagina—”

“God—James—!”

“And I can’t smell you,” he explains, sitting upon his knees briefly to pull her underwear down her legs. He’s gentler at this, gazing down into her eyes with eagerness, still. He likes her scent, somewhat musky, and somehow sweet. It always makes him harder, but for some reason, she decided to use all that flowery body wash down there tonight, and the soldier laments not having her natural, erotic aroma to get him going even more. Not that he needs that now—he felt his member might explode if he can’t feel pressure all around it soon. Cherise gazes up at Bucky with wide eyes.

“Don’t think about my cock, doll,” he explains lovingly, his entire flesh hand successfully keeping her pinned against the comfort of their mattress, “Just let me turn you on…” Stress makes it damn near impossible to get inside her, without much time and effort. He’s sure she’s still under some stress—which was visibly worse when she walked through the door. Bucky intends to work her over the edge. If he could first do that, she’d beg for him. He pauses in kissing all over her body shortly to rip the drawer open for the lube. They’d been needing it more lately. All the more reason Bucky wanted to facilitate a relaxing environment from the time Cherise walked into their house.

“James—don’t—”

“I’m not going in yet, doll.”

She gasps when she feels Bucky’s tongue suddenly. It’s far wetter than she is just yet, and he’s not shy at all about finding her G-spot, knowing where to scrape her with his tongue to draw it out. It’s not long at all before she moans and gasps. Bucky clutches her upper body in his hands while gormandizing her, occasionally gently massaging a breast, or her hips, traveling the length of her ribs and abdomen. She begins to feel hot, her temperature rising as Bucky works her into a frenzy repeatedly. By her fifteenth orgasm, she’s asking him to stop. She can barely catch her breath. Bucky lifts his head, a mischievous grin on his face, his hair slightly tousled to the side. Cherise begins sitting up against the pillow when Bucky pulls her back towards himself by her waist. He laughs this little evil, playful laugh.

“Where do ya think you’re goin’, Mrs. Barnes.”

He dives between her thighs suddenly, fumbling with himself. He starts to push his tip in—forgetting all about the lube. Cherise whimpers, pressing upon his lower abdomen reluctantly.

“Not even the tip yet, sweetie?” he asks, kissing her forehead.

“No. That hurts,” Cherise complains, turning her body underneath him. Bucky sighs.

“I don’t think I’m ready,” Cherise admits, still unable to tell up from down after all the orgasms Bucky had given her with his tongue alone. Bucky pauses to apologize a handful of times, kiss her on her cheeks. She seems disinterested now, turning to her side.

“Please, I’ll be gentle—I’m hard,” he explains, his eyes striking with electricity when Cherise gazes into them. Sometimes she feels as though all her husband ever cares about is sex. He always wants to have it.

“I wasn’t ready,” Cherise explains, pulling his hands from her waist. It frustrates the soldier to feel his wife’s hands refusing him. He knows deep down that she’s tired, and had even been drifting off to sleep before he tried to turn her on.

“Relax your body, Cherry. Just try—”

He wraps his arms around her, kissing her cheeks repeatedly, gently. She struggles a moment again, before giving into Bucky’s flesh hand strongly lying hers down against the mattress, having used his body to get her onto her back once more. He starts to massage her hips again, his flesh hand very warm and inviting. He had to be patient, or it just wasn’t going to happen. He mentally slaps himself for getting hasty and forgetting about the lube. That’s how badly he wants to fuck her. Cherise is like a drug to him. Her scent, her tightness, the way she screams and squirts when he finds the right angle while fucking her. He just wants to feel her rhythmic clenching all around his shaft. Beating off every day (and many times a day) simply doesn’t compare to the warm, secure, wetness of his wife’s vagina. He always wanted to be there, and had been unbearably horny for days.

“Relax, sweetie,” he says, pressing his lips to her neck, massaging her legs, “Just…melt into my touch, honey.”

Bucky sits cross legged when massaging Cheris’s calf, watching her eyes close in comfort, listening to her moan pleasurably. He’s leaking precum onto the light-blue sheet, trying not to think too much about how painful his erection is becoming. He gently climbs atop Cherise again, this time reaching for the lube. Her eyes open to watch him as he drips a generous amount of the clear liquid around himself, rubbing it evenly. His eyes meet Cherise’s and he finds her gaze nervous again. He guides her to lie back again, keeping his cock out of view for more touching and kissing.

Bucky’s tongue is aggressive in her mouth, nearly smothering her. He kisses like this when he’s very horny. It manages to make Cherise excited. She only gasps a little when Bucky unexpectedly begins to penetrate her. He does it slowly, allowing her to warm up to the sensation of his impressive girth. It doesn’t hurt her this time, and she just moans as he slips in a little more, pausing when Cherise opens her eyes and grasps at his abdomen. He had learned her little cues thoroughly (and she his) throughout their relationship and marriage. Hands on his abdomen means no progression, so Bucky stays where he is buried, halfway. He does a kegel, forcing Cherise to orgasm, even shallowly, and this allows him to get in further. Her hands stop dissuading him, the more he flexes, and he feels her becoming even wetter. Knowing he will soon be able to thrust full throttle makes Bucky smile. He hooks Cherise’s left leg over his shoulder, a simple motion, but one which keeps her from closing up to him again, and gives his penis better access to her G spot.

He gives his first thrust. Wet, some resistance, but very pleasurable. He watches Cherise’s face for any signs of discomfort, but the twist of her eyebrows is one he knows means pleasure, not pain. He’s relieved to finally be as deep as he was hoping to get. It just took a little time and patience. He’s very gentle for the first few minutes, regardless. Just because she came a number of times doesn’t mean she can start fucking. He decides to tease her, pulling out most of the way. When Bucky finds Cherise’s hands grabbing at his flanks, guiding him back, he laughs lightly. Now she’s ready. Bucky fucks his wife to climax repeatedly. In about five minutes, she’s begging him to pull out, a little sweaty now, trying to catch her breath. She rolls to her side, her whole body still trembling with orgasm.

It's the most beautiful thing Bucky has ever seen. Cherise’s body responds to him, twitching and convulsing. He kisses her shoulder lovingly, continuing to watch the moment ride itself out, mesmerized.

“Oh my god, James,” Cherise breathes. He clutches her hip with his bionic fingers, coaxing her onto her back again. He slips back in with ease, moaning, catching her mid-orgasm. Once he gets her going, it’s hard for her to stop. Bucky likes it, how loud she can get, how she loses control. He’d found her sensitive knub again, at the front wall of her vagina, stroking it mercilessly with his hardened length. He sits up, kneeling in the bed now, pulling Cherise’s legs over his shoulders, spreading her perfectly to stimulate the spot he’s looking for. She clenches around him yet again, rhythmically, wetting his pelvis slightly with a squirt.

“Fuck,” Bucky breathes, knowing he won’t last long in her tightness. He brings her to orgasm again and again, until he can’t hold back anymore. He moans with finality, spilling his seed in thick, heavy ropes inside her. Cherise feels the heat of his sperm, painting her. She shifts her hips to detach their bodies, when he grips her hips desperately, trembling. Bucky’s orgasm controls him for several seconds longer, before he finally pulls out, leaving a wet trail after him. Realizing she had wanted him to pull out, probably wanting to retain her flowery aroma, Bucky blushes a moment. Cherise sighs, rolling to her side and closing her eyes. A trail of cum followed her. He knew she would be bummed to have ruined the brand-new sheets, so he reaches into the same drawer where he had procured the lube from to grab a handful of baby wipes.

“I told you to pull out,” Cherise breathes, finally looking to find her husband desperately cleaning up the mess he’d made of her.

“I didn’t hear you, baby,” Bucky admits. He doesn’t remember her making this request. He just wanted to blow so badly.

“Well, you don’t gotta smell like lavender,” he explains, throwing the wad of wipes into the waste basket by the door.

“That’s embarrassing,” Cherise sighs, blushing.

“Why? I like the way you smell, Cherry. You know it gets me hard.”

Was she trying to avoid that? She doesn’t always use that strong body wash. She starts to wipe herself up a bit to clean off, Bucky taking the used wipes from her and throwing them away, so she wouldn’t have to get up.

“Are you mad at me? For perfecting the house and giving you a hundred orgasms?” Bucky asks.

Cherise playfully slaps him with one of the pillows. He pins her with ease. She can’t be grumpy now, laughing when she struggles to defeat him. He pulls her atop him in the blankets, where he holds her until she falls asleep against his chest.

#Bucky #Bucky x OFC #Bucky x reader #story #my story

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asvterias · 1 year

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𝖯𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍 𝖳𝗈 𝖬𝖾 ~ 𝖪𝗂𝗋𝗂 𝖲𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒

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Warnings: Insecure!Kiri, Bullying, Slight Racist Remarks & Implied Sexual References

Pairings: Aged Up!Kiri x Fem!Mekayina!Reader (both 20), Twin!Sister!Reader x Twin!Brother!Ao’nung

Genres: Ao’nung being a protective brother but a mean asshole at the same time, [Name] being a sweet/protective gf, Headcannons that na’vi freckles glow, Cute tickles, Cute Fluff + Tiny Suggestive Scene & Knuckle Kisses

Summary: [Name] comforts her girlfriend after Kiri confesses her extreme dislike for being different than everybody else.

Word Count: 3.0k+

Author’s Note: Hope you guys enjoyed it and please send requests for Kiri. Also comment if you wanna be tagged for upcoming Kiri fics.

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Glossary: yawne – beloved

discovering a moody kiri was a daily occurrence for anyone she encountered, but with a frustrated and depressed kiri was highly rare. seeing as she only spills her true feelings to her loved ones; being more specific, you.

it was mid-day when she interrupted your plaiting time, in which you spent countless hours weaving body accessories for children who kindly asked for it to be done. her posture remained confident despite her wavering voice as tears brimmed the corners of her eyes.

it was silent for a time, kiri’s sniffles filling the quiet atmosphere as you stared back, urging her to tell you what the matter is.

“is it true?” her glossy eyes gazed up at you. “am i a freak that everyone makes me out to be?” her question left you perplexed, it certainly wasn’t an out-of-the-blue question, meaning that kiri had voiced her insecurities to you before.

and you were always there to prove her wrong.

quickly discarding the half-finished bracelet, placing it in a small container as she slowly walks to you. immediately your lips transform into a frown, as you outstretched your arms to comfort her and she dives right into your caring embrace. “no, you’re not a freak where did you hear such nonsense from?” your hand begins to massage her head as she lightly sniffles against your skin.

quite frankly, kiri didn’t want to reveal her perpetrator’s identity, opting for the outcome of your reaction so she remained quiet. “that doesn’t matter right now, just hold me.”

even though you wanted to retaliate against the person who made your kiri sad, you decided to hold your tongue until she’d be comfortable enough to tell you.

her arms were enveloped around your waist and her head was placed between your chest, listening to the constant thrumming of your heartbeat. you mindlessly kissed the crown of her head, gently rocking her side to side, and her tail resting calmly on the ground.

you didn’t even realize that kiri was sleeping until soft snores erupted from her mildly agape mouth, still somehow wearing a tiny smile on her face with her ears twitching every few seconds. due to her being unresponsive, you gently released her from your grip and laid her on the bed, she stirred slightly and an arm slightly reached out to you.

oh, and how could you resist her?

by joining her silently, her ears flutter slowly at your touch as she soundlessly slept in the arms of her mate.

you softly kiss her cheek, “sleep well, my yawne.”

“would you at least tell me who bullied you?” your question was bound to come out sooner than later.

your girlfriend turned her head to you, “promise to not get mad…” she looked uneasy to reveal the name.

“i’ll try to contain myself.”

“it was ao’nung…” her words echoed in your mind, unable to process the new information that you are receiving.

ao’nung?

not ao’nung, your twin brother.

she probably meant someone else who shared the same name as your brother. yes, that could certainly be the solution.

because the ao’nung that you know promised to respect your girlfriend, blissfully aware of your relationship with the sully girl. seemingly making his oath out to be a facade, forging it out to be an unfair consensus, and deceiving you both.

“what?” you became speechless at her words, getting up from your relaxed position. at first, you were calling her bluff but then realized that your girlfriend was never a liar. although, your twin did give the omatikaya children a hard time when they first arrived.

soon enough, your disbelief shriveled up into anger, very visible in your body language. “ao’nung said these harsh words to you. i swear to eywa that i’ll chop off his tail.” you were livid at your brother.

very livid at him! for his own sake, he better steer clear of you for the rest of the day.

couldn’t he treat her with proper decency as he does to a friend!? was that too much to ask? sometimes, you question how you could be twins with such a knucklehead.

you pause and retract all of your previous thoughts; how long was this relentless bullying going on for…. weeks, probably months?

too blinded by anger, you furiously got up, ready to storm out of your mauri and confront him about his apathetic behavior. “no, [name]…please,” she grasped at your wrist, pulling you back down, “it’ll only make things worse.” kiri was fond of your short temper and often tried to stop it when necessary.

occasionally all she had to say was a few words and you were obliged and smitten with her.

“how can i do that? he disrespected you, kiri.” your words were genuinely sincere but all your mind was only conjuring up many ideas planning to injure your brother. “the one thing that i ask of him is to respect and be kind to you, and he couldn’t even do that simple thing! he knows that we’re in love and happy with each other! why can’t he just leave us be!”

she ignored your pitiful objections, although she can see where you’re coming from with it.

“please promise me.” you skeptically looked at kiri and her pleading gaze not faltering. her sorrowful eyes tempting you to not bruise your brother, even if he was in the wrong. “promise me that you won’t injure your brother, at least not today.”

her main hesitation of the revelation was that ao’nung was your twin for eywa’s sake, and she was just your long-term mate/girlfriend, she didn’t want to make it seem that she was forcing you to pick a side, knowing that they both mean very much to you.

if so, why would kiri not tell you?

kiri’s voice was timid like she was almost reading your mind. “please don’t think that me not telling you, doesn’t mean that i don’t trust you.”

the famous saying that curiosity always killed the cat was no different to your case. “well…why didn’t you tell me? i could have st–“

“stopped it, i know…” she sighed, “but i want you to know that i love and trust you very much, i am a capable woman who can handle it.”

“and by handle; you mean sulk around and be moody for the rest of the day!” you snapped back, shortened temper getting the best of you. your irritation quickly disperses once you notice how your girlfriend flinches at your words. “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean it…i just want you to stand your ground against other people.”

her hands caress your turquoise face, “i get where you’re coming from, and i’m grateful for a very thoughtful mate but i’m not like that…i’m not confrontational and outgoing like you.”

being the lovesick girlfriend that you were couldn’t stand seeing her in pain, knowing that if you go through, she will only be more heartbroken aware that you went against her wishes.

and a hurt kiri wasn’t something that you want to discover, whether intentionally or not.

you just hated that kiri was so vulnerable, which people often took advantage of. however, your enraged expression disappears, and you spoke with a lighter approach.

“fine…i promise.”

“just stay with me for now…” her voice was soft and her fingers lovingly caressing yours, watching as her words slowly take effect on you. you heavily sighed, your body releasing the pent-up anger and your eyes soften as kiri’s laugh broke through the tense air. causing your ears to flutter in excitement, delighted to hear such a marvelous sound.

“anything for you, ma’kiri.” giddy with your answer, she planted a quick kiss on your cheek, enjoying the faint glow of your freckles displaying your blush.

the rest of your day consisted of spending time with kiri, playing along in the water, collecting seashells, and laying down in a cool shade as she admires pandora’s life. by relaxing with her, her soft touches turned to quick pecks which then turned to innocent making out.

oh, eywa truly has blessed her with you and she wouldn’t have it with anyone else. for a fact, you will deal with ao’nung the next morning, with the bonus of having kiri’s permission to do so.

the next morning, kiri woke up to an empty bed and she sleepily stretched out an arm, thinking that you were next to her. soon after figuring out that you weren’t snuggled up next to her, she grumpily got up and explored your room. her fingers wandered through your trinkets as she surveyed them closely. every date that you went on, there was an heirloom to remember the particular day. whether it be a measly seashell or flower, as long as kiri picked it up and gifted you, it was there to stay.

safe to say that you took appreciation to the next level.

the ocean brought her tranquility, the waves harshly brushing against the huge rocks put her in a blissful trance.

she could live out the rest of her days, just listening to the ocean’s harmony and being together with you.

all of a sudden, her attention drifted away from her own world as her ears perk up at faint shouting and she went to investigate the noise. sliding the flap across to witness what was going on.

the sight was hilarious, kiri couldn’t deny that fact. in a far distance, you were confronting your brother about dissing your girlfriend the other day. your back was turned to her but she sensed your distress by your flinging arms strutting from your sides and ao’nung flinching at your words.

a few seconds later, you marched ao’nung over to your mauri pod, your hand gripping his shoulder intensely.

“apologize to her.” you gruffly spoke, shoving him forward to kiri.

your brother cast his gaze downward, his cowardness forcing him to not make eye contact with kiri.

“i’m sorry, kiri. it will never happen again.”

“you will apologize 100 times if kiri’s not satisfied with your apology.” you flashed kiri a sincere look and glared down at ao’nung with a menacing look.

“wait, sis, are you being for real rig–“

“100 times!!”

embarrassingly, his head turned back to kiri and his gaze was cast to the ground again. he began to open his mouth, ready to spur out apologies that won’t even reach out to another’s ears.

your girlfriend was empathetic enough to hold back a small grin. “it’s fine ao’nung, just please don’t do it again.” reluctantly, he rose back up, slightly towering over kiri, making him slightly intimidated by her.

“i truly am sorry, kiri.” his ears flattened, surprisingly making eye contact, “just looking out for my sister, you know.”

“yeah, i get it…i’d do the same for my siblings,” she remarks, a tiny grin littering her thin lips.

you interjected, puffing out your chest. sometimes, kiri was just too kind, but there was nothing that you could do but let it happen.

“yeah but don’t think that i’ll let it slide.”

at your empty threat, your brother’s eyes widen in shock and fear. his eyes frantically found kiri’s own, and she smiled, assuring him that she’ll reassess you to overlook his punishment.

“bye now! we no longer need you.” soon after, ao’nung scurried off, leaving the couple by themselves.

“there was no need for the dramatics,” she rolled her eyes, ignoring ao’nung’s retreating form 0from your pod.

“i know…” you pouted, strutting to her with a groove in your steps. “but it was funny and i made you smile, so…. mission accomplished.” you smiled, ultimately causing a grin to form across her beautiful face.

she pulls you back inside your mauri, letting the flap close on its own.

“but in all seriousness, though, kiri. you are perfect just the way you are.” you said solemnly, holding her hands, grabbing her extra finger specifically, “this extra finger doesn’t make you any less na’vi than everyone else.”

although she was acknowledging with her gestures, she was mentally disagreeing with your generosity.

“now i want you to say it.”

“fine…. i’m perfect just the way i am.” she muses, huffing quietly as she folded her arms across her chest. and your eyes narrow in unsatisfaction, clearly not convinced.

her words didn’t even sound believable to you, but this wasn’t a mantra for you, it was for her and you weren’t giving up until kiri deems that statement true herself.

taking her by surprise, your arms wrap around her tiny waist, pulling her so closely that your noses were touching. her tiny gasp earned a cocky smile from your lips as you slowly leaned in, “say it like you mean it.” her ears flickering in immediate shyness from the proximity and her tail softly teases your left leg.

as much as you loved your adoring girlfriend, she was as sweet, just as she was stubborn.

but was her stubbornness going to stop your advances of boosting her self-confidence? nope, it definitely was not.

one thing about you was that you were determined, one of the many traits that kiri fell in love with. but currently, she was completely loathing it, knowing that you wouldn’t just sleep on it and rather complete it then and there.

“do i have to…” kiri complained, persuading you by tracing her fingers over your arms.

“yes! you have to!” you agreed, your ears perked up and your tail swishes slowly because of the weight. “i don’t like my beautiful kiri all sad and insecure, it breaks my heart to witness.”

just like that, you brought her knuckles to her lips, bowing down slightly making a giggle erupted from her. individually you kissed each finger as she squirmed at the contact.

“okay well, you leave me with no choice.” you shrugged, feigning like you gave up.

her eyes glistened in confusion, hopes of stringing you along further to drop the matter at hand….yet, you did the exact opposite. “what do you me–“ her sentence was cut off by her laughs as your fingers were tickling her abdomen.

“[name]!” she shouted out in astonishment.

“say it!” you happily demand, moving your fingers faster against her skin, eliciting more victories giggles. “say it, ma kiri!”

“i’m-i’m….” she cackles out, trying to use her arms as a defense mechanism, “perfect just the w-way i am!”

eventually, you got her to admit it and you stopped your harmless torture on her abdomen as she regains herself again, her joyous laughter dying out.

“say it one more,” you repeated, preferring a more assured tone.

as she was saying it, she began to believe it herself. “i’m perfect..just the way i am.” kiri confidently states, nodding her head firmly.

“damn right you are…” you comply with a playful smirk.

this time kiri takes you by surprise and pulls you by the waist before locking her lips against yours. your hands caress her face, rubbing your thumb over the plumpness of her cheeks as she deepens the kiss.

because no matter the negative circumstance that kiri has bestowed upon herself, she will always be perfect to you and no one can tell you otherwise.

BONUS:

the innocent kiss turns into a lustful one, creating a heated atmosphere surrounding you two.

kiri quickly dominating the kiss, “i suppose that i should thank you for uplifting my spirits.” her hands started to untie your seashell-woven top, massaging your breasts.

being used to your rough dynamic, she used that to her advantage, testing out her theory when she harshly spun you around, your back to her chest.

in addition to her soft sweet dynamic, she brushed your hair to the left and began peppering kisses on your neck, admiring your tiny shudders as her hand drift down to your bottom loincloth.

“kiri!” you whimper out, laying your head in the crook of her shoulder once you felt her nimble digits, rubbing sensually over the hood of your clit, just to stir you up. involuntarily, your hips buck into her hand, indicating that you were ready for her.

for all of her. whether it was her fingers or mouth, you just needed her now!

a confused whine escapes your mouth, missing the sensation of her touch on your body when she retreated away.

“shush, let me take care of you, darling,” she whispers, sweetly cupping your boobs in her hands, licking your erect nipples whilst giving your clit little attention.

making you greedily grind on her knee, desperately trying to find friction. upon no luck, your eyes began to well up in frustrated tears, your bottom lip jutted out and you try again, reaching to no avail.

“oh, don’t cry, ma [name].” your girlfriend coos, wiping a stray tear away, “i’m here to take care of all of your needs.” you nodded as she condescendingly agrees as if she isn’t egging you on for her pleasure.

“i’ll be your good girl.” you chirped as her fingers dig into your thighs, grinning at your pulsating cunt, eager to be penetrated by her fingers.

“i know that you’ll be my good girl.” trust me, you were a good girl, so kiri rewarded you just like a good girl should.

#avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #kiri sully #kiri x fem!reader #kiri x reader #kiri x you #kiri x y/n #kiri sully x fem!reader #kiri sully x reader #kiri sully x you #kiri sully x y/n #kiri sully smut #kiri sully imagine

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covnstryder · 1 year

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HEART OF WILLOW 18+ SPECIAL

AUTHOR'S NOTE

This is not so much an author's note as an author's reminder of what was printed in small type a few pages ago: This book is a work of fiction. I made it up. Neither novels or their readers benefit from attempts to divine whether any facts hide inside a story. Such efforts attack the very idea that made-up stories can matter, which is sort of the foundational assumption of our species. I appreciate your cooperation in this matter.

After you, you zipped the door shut.

Xavier: I don't give a damn. I'll obliterate you. Do you understand that? Everyone needs to know that you've got me in order to be with me. Just me, please? Don't let any guy put you to this. Only me... just me.

Ellaire: Now that's domineering of you. (She said in shock) I can see how this would bother you.

Xavier: Were you involved in it in any way? It was your idea, right?

Ellaire: Absolutely not. They intend for you to take offense and get into a fight. The angry crowd stormed out.

Xavier: I'm aware. Sometimes it's challenging to move past.

Ellaire: I should not have pressed the scar you have. I have to atone for my mistake.

Xavier: What are you going to accomplish?

Ellaire: By showing you I desire you

Xavier: Do you want me?

He is taken aback by your abrupt change in demeanor, but he quickly catches up to you.

Xavier: How exactly do you require me?

You wanted to listen to what he had to say. Give him some comfort. But the ferocious passions of circumstance unleashed a yearning inside of you both. He is pulled tightly against you as one hand is wrapped around his hips.

Xavier: Are you acting sympathetically by doing this? I don't want it, after all. I must have you truly want this.

You pull firmly while curling your fingertips over through the top of his jeans. Securing him in position. A sudden need that you hadn't even realized you were having just moments earlier hit you. You place your tongue on his neck and make wet kiss marks.

Xavier: Really... Surely this is what you want?

You answer in a breathy sigh as you bend in and nibble his earlobe.

Ellaire: I am certain. We can keep this to ourselves.

You take his hand in your upper thigh and move it there.

Ellaire: Do you want this?

He responds with a hard kiss while glaring at you. His fingers enter through the opening in your clothing and start rubbing in a seductive rhythm. You were aware that you just had a few minutes before someone started looking for you.

Ellaire: Just let us another few minutes, please. I kindly ask.

She gasped for air as she sensed his thighs and legs trembling and losing power. Uncontrollably, your back begins to arch.

Ellaire: My gosh. That this is happening is unfathomable.

Your fingernails pierce his flesh as two fingers slip within. preparing to move. His fingers were strong and thick.

His build was solid. His eyes beseeching you to enter.

Ellaire: Uhmm… X-Xavier- Ohh…(She was panting fiercely and trembling with each touch of his fingers on her clitoral area.) Uhmm… Oh.

Xavier: Oh yeah, baby. (He gently massaged her entrance with his thumb while swiping his fingers around her clit.) Scream and shout for me.

His girlfriend's back was scraped by his nails, and he played with her genitalia with his finger.

Ellaire: Uhmm… Ohh…

Her body was shaking beneath Xavier.

He was biting and kissing her earlobe while muttering, she teased her clit.

Xavier: Just keep moaning. I like the noise you make.

As he caressed her earlobe, her back of her ears, and her neck, Xavier was gasping over her ear, His fingers danced against the pressure as your muscles tensed up around them. Every time his fingers made a circle, they were filled with joy.

Xavier: You gotta come, please.

His fingers dig deeper inside of you till they locate a tender area and begin rubbing it. You give him a powerful bear hug while encircling him with one leg to allow yourself to be touched sensually. You sense an ecstasy developing in your feet as His might commands you to submit. in the mind. within your heart. escalating and rushing to your hips.

Ellaire: Just let us another few minutes, please. I kindly ask.

When Xavier's finger continued to stare at Ellaine, tease her constantly, stroke her clit, and cause her to writhe, Ellaine's lips began to part even more.

Ellaire: Xavier, please stop making fun of me.

Xavier's fingers continued to mingle with her as his lips began to descend to her breasts once more,

Xavier: "Why should I, you're so wet, yet still not much. I need more."

Then he placed a finger inside.

When she felt a tiny discomfort in her lower back, her palm hit the bed and gripped desperately to the bedsheet, but she was soon seized by an odd tickling feeling inside her womanhood.

Even though her fingers had not yet reached inside of her, she felt as though her breath had been snatched away by the intense sensation.

She tried to restrain herself from uttering that carnal noise, but it was ineffective.

She keeps making that noise with her mouth. Repeatedly until her voice is strained.

"Xavier..."

His thumbs did not stop playing with her as his finger was still deep inside of her, making her feel an insatiable desire.

He glanced up at her while still sucking her nipples. "Is it painful?"

She gave a headshake.

"Feels well?"

She saluted.

To avoid making any noise, he didn't want to talk or open his mouth, but when he did,

Long groans came from her lips as soon as Xavier's fingers moved inside of her.

"Uhmmm... Ohhh... Uhmmm..."

One more finger was placed inside of her, going in and out and causing a pleasant friction that energised every nerve and muscle in her body and caused her to writhe.

"Ohh, god... Ohh, god... Xavier— Ohhh... Uhmmm..."

Xavier left marks on Ellaire's neck and breast after kissing her, but she was only paying attention to his fingers.

His fingers were enveloping her and filled her with sensations she had never experienced before.

Even though she is new to everything, she wants more. Every second that goes by, she shows signs of avarice.

She wished Xavier would give her more hugs, kisses, and fillings.

"M-More..."

Ellaine was unable to stop pleading despite having no thoughts other than the pleasure she was experiencing.

"Xavier. Ohh... Xavier." While his fingers was inserted within him, he whispered the names of his lover one after the other.

But when his girlfriend's head abruptly plummeted in the center when it opened, he couldn't stop yelling.

thigh and kissed the woman's femininity.

She experienced an explosion of pleasure, but Knight didn't seem to stop there.

Her clit was lapped and sucked by his warm tongue. forcefully and quickly.

She said a halting "Xavier... Xavier...Ohhh..." Pleasure. Lust. More! She was thinking about these things.

She shamelessly pled, "M-more, more, more, ohhh!

She begged for more, and Knight complied. More was given to her.

His two fingers go in and out of her, causing her body to shake and wriggle. His mouth was sucking her femininity and made that lapping sound as his tongue skillfully lapped and licked her clit and dampness.

"Ohhh!" Her body curved, allowing her to grab her partner by the center of his hair. He exposed her thighs while adoring her femininity.

He's devouring her. Drinking her moisture feels wonderful.

She moaned, her voice raspy, "Fantastic... s-so good." "F-feels great, ummm,"

Knight continued to eat her despite the passing of time.

Her thighs were trembling, she was waning, and she was actually coming.

She was being worshiped and enjoyed by her lover while being strong yet still in her womanhood.

Ellaire: She was hysterically repeating, "Oh! Oh! Oh! Xavier— Xavier, oh my!"

Xavier proceeded to consume her as if he was trying to devour her whole but was unable to. She can only be tasted by him.

When Ellaire felt the sensation on her abdomen, her toes curled.

That feeling appeared to be pleading with him that she let it burst inside of him.

And she was no longer able to stop it. The strain on her abdomen...

When Xavier dug his fingers deep within her while also sucking her clit into her warm lips, it burst.

"Ohhh!" Ellaire cried out in a loud voice of ecstasy as her body shook with delight before she collapsed to the bed.

As Xavier climbed on top of her once more, caressing her body, licking her nipples, and pecking her neck and earlobe, her legs were shaking and she was exhausted.

#xavier #ellaire #rcwyatt #rc

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Lost in Blood

pairing: sukuna x fem!reader I nsfw

word count: 4013

summary: after you kill your next victim sukuna fucks his heir in your belly

warnings: BLOOD ( it's not yours but there's a lot of blood, like a lot), blood kink, angst, death, murder, rough sex, sub/dom, dirty talk, belly buldge, breeding kink, two cocks, double penetration (in one and two holes)

authors note: if you are uncomfortable with the idea of blood or the idea of you killing people, this fanfic is NOT for you!!! this is coming from the deepest corners of my head. if you've watched American Horror Story and remember the countess sex scene with her vicitms, this fanfic was inspired by it

all credits to the artist of this pic:

ゲオブバビ/Geobubabi

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Screams fill the room, cutting through the air. They resemble the knife in your hand, which slides through the flesh beneath you. You watch it tensely as it draws its lines, forming wounds of varying depth. Deep red blood emerges from them, running in thick drops along the pale skin and then slowly pooling in puddles. Green emeralds stare at you, vein-streaked and wet. Tears flow like waterfalls from the large eyes, roll down the roundish face and get caught in the dark hair. Mouth wide open, a high, croaking voice makes your ears ring. You look at the woman below you and tilt your head slightly, contorting your face as the blade of the knife cuts deeper and a large gash forms on her arm. Her voice makes your head ache, almost explode. It drowns out the sound of tearing flesh. One too high note from her and you ram the knife into her arm, piercing it completely and scraping the dark floor on the other side of where she lies. She cries out loudly, trying to wiggle her limbs and squirming under you.

"Let me go!" her voice shrieks at you, and your hand clutches the handle of the weapon. Behind you, you hear a deep, dark laugh. At the small sound, the little hairs on your skin stand up and the butterflies dance inside you, which puts a smile on your face. You stare into her eyes, which look back in pure pain. As she eyes you, her face changes, becoming panicked as she sees your eyes and realizes what lies hidden deep within them. With one smooth thrust you ram the knife into her chest, right in the middle between her breasts. It slides through the flesh and bone like butter. The brown-haired woman spits blood, which speckles her pretty face. Her breathing changes, becoming shallower and more frantic, and she gasps. You watch her begin to fight for her life and pull the knife out of her. Blood gushes from the wound, splattering towards you as your hand snaps back down and the knife disappears into her body again, this time further to the left of it. Apparently, you hit her lungs completely. Her gasping gets louder and you see in her face that at the latest now the moment has come when she has understood that she can't survive this anymore. You sigh softly and look at her sadly. She lasted shorter than your last victim. The blood spreads over her body, flowing out of here like a stabbed pig. It looks so beautiful as the fabric of her white kimono turns dark. Her eyes search your face again, slowly glazing over as you stab her body again and again. Blood splatters on your face, arms, legs, and kimono as the life crawls out of her. The screams have long since stopped, she looks past your head, mouth open to a soundless scream. You stop as soon as her eyes lose their shine and the twitching of her body ceases. That is always the most significant moment. The feeling is impossible to describe when you see someone cross over into the beyond. Your mouth twists in dissatisfaction, this was way too easy. Other people are so terribly weak and whiny.

You feel a strong presence moving behind you and a warm shiver runs down your spine. A wide grin appears as Sukuna kneels beside you and leans down to you. Four big eyes look at you and make your breath catch. His pointed teeth flash at you, "Did you have fun, my little human?" You nod at him, unable to speak due to his beauty, "You did so well." His large hand rests against your cheek and he strokes it gently with his thumb, smudging the drops of blood. Your eyes close in pleasure and you snuggle up to him, enjoying the coldness he radiates. Again, he laughs, quieter this time, and pulls his hand away. Immediately your eyes open again and you look at the god in front of you.

His gaze wanders over your face, red smears on your cheek, before he looks to the dead woman at his feet. Countless wounds decorate her still-warm body, her blood slowly stops coming out of her, forming a lake in which she bathes almost weightlessly. Two of his fingers pick up some of the red liquid and he licks it off while his eyes land on you again. Your eyes widen and you lick your lips as you watch him do it. "You want some too, little human?" You nod at him and open your mouth, sticking out your tongue. His eyes take on a darker colour at the scenario before him, his pupils widening and pushing out the red.

"So greedy," he murmurs, stroking your head, running his hand through your curls, "But her blood is dirty and bitter. You deserve better." You pull a slight pout at his words as he takes the knife from your hand. Your eyes watch him open his mouth and run his tongue over the blade, licking it clean. He turns the weapon so that the sharp edge rides over the muscle and slides in a clean cut through it. Your face shows your astonishment as his hand settles on your mouth. He pulls at your lips and opens them.

A blush rises to your face as his lips settle on yours and his tongue runs between them. He explores your mouth cavity, playing with you, and you moan. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you closer to him as your small hands knead the fabric of his kimono. The metallic taste of his blood mixes with your saliva and overwhelms your senses. The kimono slips off his shoulders, exposing his bare chest. Greedily you suck the blood from his tongue and a low murmur comes from him. One of his hands slides down your side and rests on your thigh. He caresses your tender skin, wipes aside the fabric of your clothing and his nails scratch over your leg. You caress his chest meanwhile, running over his muscles. Your fingertips trace the black lines before your arms wrap around his neck. You press closer and your teeth bite lightly into his lower lip, pulling at it. When he breaks the kiss again, he leaves you breathless. Your head buzzes and you cling to him. "More?" he murmurs against your ear, kissing the spot just behind your earlobe.

"Yes, please," you moan in a trembling voice. His wide grin settles on his face and his eyes glint. His left arm around your waist pulls you away from the fading warmth of the dead woman beneath you, his right hand around your thigh grips tighter. He lays you down, right next to your victim and he looks down at you. The loose belt of your kimono unbuckles. A low growl comes from him as he sees your naked body lying in front of him.

In the middle of a pool of blood, your petite limbs writhe. Your curls lie around your face, framing it and giving you a kind of halo - so he is right about you being an angel. Your pink cheeks and sparkling eyes shine so full of life, a total contrast to his appearance. Your breasts jiggle slightly with each movement, while your nipples harden as they touch the cooler air. His gaze wanders lower and saliva gathers in his mouth as he looks at the lips between your legs, his hard cocks pushing through between the fabric sides of the kimono. Blood rushes into them, making them stick out hard from his strong body. He loves it when you look at him and your eyes glaze over slightly, your mouth opens and the blush on your face deepens. He especially loves the expression you take on once you see his fat cocks. Every time you look at him as if they could never fit in you and every time he convinces you otherwise.

"Mmm, you look so beautiful," he murmurs, his nails scraping across your waist and stomach. You whimper and your hands form fists as they grip the now fully soaked fabric of your kimono. His fingers wander over the thin and sensitive skin above your cunt, caressing it, making you wince. A moan escapes you and you throw your head back as he caresses the soft lips. He strokes satisfied along your slit, smearing your juices all over you before his thumb lands on your clit. Your moans grow louder and your eyes roll up into your head as he slowly massages the little knob in a circular motion. After watching you all day, his patience is short now. Almost naked, covered only with the thin fabric of your kimono, you have taken lives again and again. None of his imagination makes him hornier than this sight.

"How wet you are already, little human," he taunts, eyeing the twitches of your body, "This can't be all because of me, can it?" His name drops silently from your mouth and his body vibrates with laughter. He increases the pressure on your clit and your lower body twitches uncontrollably again. Already, a knot forms in your stomach and the feeling is truly amazing. A tingling sensation spreads from your core, flowing to all corners of your body and you open your legs wider for him. You angle them and your own hand spreads your labia, leaving bloody fingerprints. The sight makes Sukuna's cock drip and twitch against his belly. He looks closely at how his thumb massages your clit, how your hole shines and turns white because of all the juice. His long nail keeps stroking your swollen lips, making them turn red and swollen. "Fuck, it's not all because of me. Your little cunt gets wet when you kill, right?" His body bends over you and his left hand dips into the puddle of blood beside your head to brace himself. He looks at your half-closed eyes and licks red drops from your cheek.

His finger moves from your clit further down and he puts only his fingertip into your tight hole. With this small movement you push your back through and moan loudly. He dips it in and out again and stretches your hole as good as he can. Sukuna has to moan as well when shortly after three of his fingers press into you and stretch you better and further, "You are such a naughty little girl." He spreads his fingers, pressing against your tight, soft walls and you stare dumbly at him as he begins to thrust into you in this position. Satisfied, he watches your face, noticing every little movement. Tears form in your eyes and your brow furrows as his middle finger sinfully massages the rough spot inside you.

Again, your legs twitch uncontrollably and your hands reach for his shoulders. You dig your nails into his skin and he enjoys the pain. “Deeper”, he groans. His eyes stare at you lustfully as your nails dig into his flesh and muscles. Your fingers leave deep scratches and in some places, blood comes to the surface. The knot in your stomach tightens as he doesn't stop. Your body tenses before you groan loud and long. You stretch out towards him, your vision exploding black and your eyes turning white as you twist your eyeballs.

As you come off your high, his long, broad fingers pull out of you. He pushes off the ground and grabs your thigh. A bloody handprint forms on your leg, which he smears slightly as he grips harder. His eyes settle on his fingers, from which your juice flows in thick drops. He catches them with his long tongue and moans with pleasure, "Better than any blood I could drink." Once he's done, he grins again and your legs wrap around his waist, trapping him. His tall stature above you looks down at you, "You were such a good girl today, you deserve a reward for that, don't you?"

You nod at him and your gaze falls on his large hand, which is gripping one of his cocks and pumping it lightly in his hand. The thick veins stand out and his seed begins to drip from him onto your lower belly. You have to bite your tongue to keep from losing your mind again right away. He puts the tip to the red lips of your cunt and feels the heat you radiate. Slowly he pushes into you and tears your hole. Despite all the fluid between your legs, which has increased again due to your orgasm, and the stretching by his fingers, he barely fits inside you. All that lube doesn't stop it from starting to burn and your walls from starting to pulsate. You whimper in pleasure and close your eyes. The mixture of pain and desire is like a drug.

"Such a good girl," Sukuna whispers to you and places his hand on your belly, feeling his dick bury itself inside you. As he bumps the back, his balls twitch and he moans out. Seeing your little body in front of him, taking his cock so well, drives him crazy. You've hardly gotten used to him, squeezing his cock, but he can barely stand not to move. Normally he would wait longer, give you time, but today it is impossible.

"I'm sorry pet, I can't be that patient with you today," he mumbles and wraps his arms around your waist. He lifts your body up and your bare chest meets his. This changes the angle and he slides a little deeper, stretching you wide and pressing painfully against your cervix. You can't stifle the cry as you sit in his lap and he burrows deep inside you. Without pausing for a moment, he lets you bounce up and down on him a few times. His lips are on your jiggling right breast and he sucks on your hard nipple, licking it and biting it a little too hard. Again, you scream out, the pain moves through your upper body. Fuck, he wants to fill you. He wants to fuck you stupid and leave you almost unconscious. His left hand slaps your ass cheek, he reaches into the fat and spreads your ass apart.

His other hand rub soothingly over your bloodied back before his right hand moves to his second cock. This one is waiting painfully hard for attention. He pumps this one up and down a few times as well, but the feeling hardly eases. His pre-cum gets smeared between your ass cheeks and serves him as a lubricant. You press tighter against him as you feel the fat tip against you again, this time further back. Your eyes squeeze shut as he uses the mixture of blood and juice to push painfully into you. Your little asshole is still way too tight and every inch forward makes your body twitch.

"Fuck," he lets out a long moan as each ring of your anus clenches around him, taking him in. He grits his teeth to keep from thrusting right in one go, "So small and tight. I should have taken this hole right away."

"Su-sukuna," you gasp against his chest, and his gaze falls back to you. He loses his control when he sees your red cheeks, when he sees you looking at him with your eyes half-closed and your tongue sticking out. Your face shows the most different emotions and features when you are near him but seeing your fuck face makes him proud every time and moves something deep inside him.

In one smooth thrust, he pushes into you a second time and you yelp. Deep inside he's sorry, but his head is too fogged with lust to grasp those thoughts more clearly. He growls loudly as your walls twitch wildly, milking him. Saliva runs down your chin and you claw into the skin of his chest, leaving deep marks here as well. You're so incredibly full and stretched. His cock forms a small bulge on your belly, which is further enhanced by his second cock in your ass. You have never seen anything so beautiful. How beautifully thick it will look when Sukuna has shot all his baby seeds into you.

"Show me how much you love this," he speaks in a dark voice. He could scare the shit out of one, but luckily only you see him like that and you would never be afraid of him.

With trembling hands, you hold onto his shoulders again. Your weak legs tighten and you push off of him, moaning loudly as his two cocks pull out of you before stretching you to the max again as soon as you let yourself sink back down onto him. His hands stabilize you as you move, while his eyes move back and forth between your face and where you are joined. His hands clasp your waist tightly again and he squeezes too hard, which is why he leaves dark marks.

"So big and thick," you moan, making him grin again.

"Just the way you love it, my little whore". You roll your eyes at his words and circle your hips to create more friction inside you. This time something else flutters in your belly. The feeling is short but intense and shoots right into your clit and cunt.

"Do you like that? Do you like it when I call you that?" You nod to him as his hands massage your waist, "Open your eyes and look at me."

You do as you are commanded and open your heavy eyelids. His eyes are by now jet black and look at you like dark obsidian. "I have never fucked a whore like you." Your eyes turn again and he smirks. "Never have I fucked a human who can take my two cocks so good and not tear right into two." Your body moves faster on top of him, the muscles in your legs starting to burn as you rock your body against his. But you keep bouncing on him and pushing his cocks inside you. Sweat forms on your skin and mixes with the blood. Sukuna watches a thick drop roll from your collarbone to your breasts and between them. His full balls slap against your ass cheeks and the sound alone makes the knot in your stomach tighten. He watches your next orgasm, which makes your body jerk, and takes over for you, fucking you through it as you give out. His speed is much more brutal and almost sends you over the edge again. This time your voice echoes through the room, his name falling from your lips again and again.

"Would you like me to pleasure you some more?" his deep voice vibrates against you. Your fogged head nods at him, even though your exhausted body is slowly losing its energy and strength.

"Of course," you hear him murmur with a wide grin. He pulls you off of him, leaving your holes empty and open. You moan out as you lose his physical contact. He forces you onto all fours, placing his hand in the small of your back, thus pushing your ass into the air. Your hands smear the blood beneath you. The image of what's happening tightens the knot in his stomach. Your ass stretches out to meet him, the hole stretched wide and looking for something thick. Your core is white by now. As your holes contract again, causing you to groan, creamy juice squeezes out of them and Sukuna almost comes. He just licks the liquid away with the tip of his tongue, clawing into your skin to control himself. Out of curiosity, he pushes his tongue into the dirtiest part of your body and his hips thrust forward into nothingness as your ass swallows him greedily, glad to have something shoving into it again. How he'd love to shove his cock back in there. Before he loses the last of his nerve, he pulls out.

He takes one of his cocks and pushes it back into your cunt, filling you to your cervix in one go. You moan again, enjoying the sensation. A feeling that he didn't know before comes out deep from his belly. He wants an heir. He wants you to squeeze his heir out of your little cunt. He wants to breed you round and thick, right next to the dead woman who was just full of life. When his second head joins his cock in your cunt, you lose touch with the earth.

At first with effort, he presses his cock to the other one inside you. You've never felt anything like this in your life. Sukuna behind you almost becomes an animal and lets out an animalistic sound, “You have to take it, my little whore. I want to fuck you pregnant, I want to push a baby inside you. You must suck up all my semen.” His voice is hardly recognizable, but his words leave you speechless. The thought takes over your head and a hot feeling arises in you. How it will be to carry his heir in you and then to be fucked by him. Can he then pump your belly even thicker?

Slowly he presses in to his other cock and splits you in two. Your screams grow louder and never subside as he fucks your brains out slowly, but with a steady rhythm. It feels like even the last vestige of your soul is leaving your body. Trembling fingers reach between your legs and you touch his wet cocks, which thrust into you again and again. The feeling alone makes you stretch your ass higher again, your back painfully pushed through. When Sukuna puts his hand in your hair and painfully pulls your head back, there is nothing more than mush in your head. His pointed teeth sink into your shoulder and he bites deep enough that blood oozes from the wound, which he licks away. "Such a good whore," he murmurs against your ear, "you taste so good, I'll never let you go." His words send a warm shiver down your body and pleasant goosebumps form, making your nipples hard again. His thrusts become harder, more brutal as he abuses your hole.

Your knots tighten as one body works with the other. Your voices echo through the room, mixing with the sounds his cocks create in you. A few more thrusts, then you come a third and final time for the moment. "Luckily, I decided to keep you back then," he growls as his balls pump themselves empty inside you. Two cocks at once fill your belly to the top, no one could keep that amount of juice inside, which is why most of it misses. He fucks you through his orgasm. As time goes by, his thrusts become less precise and slower before he pulls out of you and you hit the floor. Breathing heavily, you lie with your cheek in the remaining blood, most of it already drawn into your clothes or spread on you or him. Sukuna sits down backwards, bends one leg, and casually places his left arm over his knee. His gaze wanders over the living mess in front of him and his dead heart makes a little beat. He would make you walk around naked all the rest of the day to see your fat belly and his handprints on you. Again and again, he will come to you, bend you forward and look at your full, stretched hole. His pride could not be greater. His little human takes equal both cocks in her hole and will give birth to his heir. No, many heirs. Once you've turned around, forced your tired body to move, and can look at him again with wide dark eyes, a smile settling on your lips, he grins back, " A little break before I bring in your next victim, how does that sound?"

#sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna ryomen #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna smut #sukuna imagine #sukuna simp #jujutsu kaisen x you

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