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zepskies · 2 months
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Big & Tall
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Pairing: Sam Winchester x F. Reader
Summary: You steal Sam’s shirt. But that simple theft comes at a big price.
Request: Can you write something where Sam notices the reader wearing his shirt?
Song Inspo: “Look At You” by Screaming Trees
Word Count: 2,200
Warnings: 18+ only to be safe. Fluff, thievery, kitchen shenanigans, implied smut, tinge of angst and feels.
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It was an honest mistake, really.
After the latest hunt, Sam graciously offered to let you wash your clothes here in the bunker (since most of them were bloodstained). You had to pull a finished load from the dryer before you could use it, not knowing if it was Sam or Dean’s clothes you were shoving into a nearby basket.
When you later went back for your clothes in the dryer, you’d apparently grabbed one of Sam’s black undershirts in all the fabric shuffling.
An accident. Though you hadn’t realized it until you were back in the comfort of your borrowed room in the bunker, sitting on your bed and folding your laundry.
You pulled out one of those big-and-talls and took one good look—and you knew it could only fit perfectly on Sam Winchester’s extra-long torso.
A smile unconsciously drew across your face.
You knew you should just bring it over to him. His room was a mere two doors down the hall…but instead, you gave into the quiet, secret urge to fold it up and put it with the rest of your laundry, knowing full well you were going to use it from now on as a sleep shirt.
The thing was so long it reached halfway down your thighs. (AKA: the perfect length.) But you really didn’t think he would miss an old-ass undershirt like this one.
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The next morning, you made sure you were dressed in some pajama pants, your most comfortable bra, and an old college shirt before you ventured out of your room and into the kitchen.
Predictably, Sam was already up and dressed for the day, making some coffee. It was early enough that Dean was likely asleep, or at least still getting himself together.
Sam turned and greeted you with a smile. “Morning.”
“Mhmm,” you nodded groggily, though you offered him a “pleasant” smile before you accepted a coffee mug from him.
Sam’s smile deepened slightly. He knew you weren’t a morning person. He sipped at his own mug while you held yours with both hands, raising it slowly to your lips. You closed your eyes at its hazelnut warmth; trust him to stock the fridge with your favorite creamer. You hummed in delight.
Sam’s gaze was warm on you too, though you didn’t realize it.
“Hey, uh…we’re running low on stuff. Want to go somewhere for breakfast?” he asked.
You met his gaze and had to stifle your smile this time.
“Sure,” you nodded. “Want to wait for Dean?”
Sam shrugged. “We can bring him something back.”
Interesting. Your smile grew, despite your best efforts.
“Okay. Let me just get dressed,” you said.
And maybe you’d put a little makeup on, fix your frizzy bedhead. Apparently you and Sam were going on a brunch date.
Not a real one though, you rolled your eyes at yourself as you trekked down the hall. You had known the Winchesters for a couple of years now, and had gone through some real scrapes together whenever they needed your help, or vice versa. They were quickly becoming part of your people. Your family.
…But never more than that, it seemed.
Your smile slowly fell before you reached your room. You just couldn’t know that Sam was staring after you, down the hall, with a similar contemplation on his face.
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“Think Dean’ll crap his pants when he sees the Impala’s gone?” you remarked. You were the passenger while Sam drove. You knew he must've been savoring this, as it was one of the few times he’d ever sat in that seat.
“I left him a note,” Sam replied in amusement.
“Aw, damn,” you teased. “Here I thought we were going on Mission Impossible.”
He shook his head, but his smile kicked up at the corners. He paused when something occurred to him. 
“Hey, by the way.” He turned to you in askance. “Did you happen to see one of my shirts when you were doing laundry yesterday?”
You perked up internally, but you tried to school your features into something more nonchalant. Casual. Yeah.
“Uh, no,” you replied. Somehow, even that small lie made you feel a prickle of guilt. “What color was it?”
“Black,” he said. Good thing he was focused on pulling into the diner’s parking lot, and not on your blushing face. “Can’t seem to find it.”
You averted your gaze and bit the inside of your lip so you wouldn’t smile.
“Sorry, haven’t seen it. I’ll keep a lookout though.”
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After a nice morning with Sam (you brought back a breakfast burrito for Dean), you spent the rest of the day catching up on Game of Thrones with the brothers.
It was nice to have a rare day off, even if you spent most of it trying to ignore how your thigh was resting against Sam’s. How you could feel his warmth radiating from his arm, laid behind your head on the couch, and how if you’d just leaned over a few inches, you could’ve been resting against his flannel-covered chest.
God. You’re such a girl, you inwardly lamented at yourself. Fucking c’est la vie.
At their insistence, you spent another night at the bunker while you rested up. That werewolf hunt had been particularly brutal on everyone, especially your wounded side. It was already starting to heal, but would definitely be uncomfortable while driving.
Now, ordinarily you weren’t one to let that keep you down…though it did give you an excuse to stay a little while longer.
When you all finally called it a night, you took a long, hot shower and pulled on the shirt over your underwear. It now kind of felt like contraband, but that thought also amused you. It also made you feel closer to him, in whatever small, pathetic way.
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You spent the next couple of hours trying and failing to fall asleep in your room. You tried listening to music, daydreaming, even counting damn sheep for what that was worth, but your brain was wide awake. 
You blew out an irritated sigh into the darkness and silence.
And then your stomach growled. Ugh, fine!
You got up. It was late enough at night that you didn’t bother changing clothes, lest you be spotted by a wild moose. You just padded out barefooted down the hall and into the kitchen, where you raided the fridge.
Geez, Sam was right about them being low on options, you thought as you perused a damn near empty fridge. There was milk and creamer, a couple cases of beer (of course), some crumpled ketchup packets, and a half-eaten burger that already had something fuzzy growing on it.
This is just sad. You grimaced, but you stuck your head in closer to see if you could find anything in the back. If you only knew about the hot gaze on your ass.
“Midnight snack?”
The voice, though familiar, startled the shit out of you. You banged your head on the edge of the freezer door when you jumped on reflex. You cried out and your hand flew to the back of your head, just before a larger hand covered yours.
You glanced up at found Sam’s handsome face—very apologetic, but somehow silently laughing.
“Uh, sorry. You okay?” he asked.
“Y-Yeah,” you replied. You faltered a bit as you realized how close he’d gotten, staring down at you with those earnest hazel eyes. But those eyes soon dipped and took in the rest of you…clad in only a black shirt that brushed your bare thighs.
You watched it start to compute on his face, in the tilt of his head, and the subtle raise of his brows.
“Is that my shirt?” he asked.
Your lips twitched, despite your blushing embarrassment.
“No,” you replied.
His gaze flicked up to yours. He smiled a little incredulously.
He knew you were a filthy liar. But you slipped your hand from under his and crossed your arms under your breasts, leading him to drop his hand from your hair.
“It’s soft…and comfy,” you said lamely. And you wished it smelled like him.
Sam was amused, and a little surprised…and undoubtedly turned on. He couldn’t help but notice your bare legs, the smooth expanse of skin, the suggestion of curves under his shirt, and the firm peaks of your nipples through the fabric.
“Okay. You can keep it,” he said, when his gaze finally drew back up to yours. “For a price.”
Your face felt hot. Your tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth for a moment, but somehow you managed to answer him.
“Name it,” you said gamely. Your stance became an unspoken challenge.
Sam’s lips drew closer to a smile.
He reached for your chin and tilted your face up towards his. There was a moment of uncertainty there, as if he was giving you time to pull away, if you wanted to.
The truth was, you were holding your breath. It felt like you’d been waiting a small eternity for this exact moment.
Your arms uncrossed. Slowly you reached for him, grabbing onto the front of his blue flannel, and he bent down to you. When his lips finally touched yours, it almost short-circuited your brain. You inhaled deeply and melted a bit, raising your hand to the back of his head to keep him there.
You felt the gentle way he caressed your cheek, and later the strength in his hands when he molded them to the curve of your waist and pulled you in close. You wrapped your arms around his neck in response, and the kiss became a fierce, sloppy meeting of lips.
His tongue swept across your bottom lip and sought entrance. You welcomed him in with a wordless moan.
Your fingers slipped into his hair, nails grazing his scalp. It earned you a deep sound of pleasure from his mouth into yours. Soon enough, those same strong hands were roaming down your waist and hips, then squeezing your ass, and pressing you against the hard planes of his body. You also felt the hardening length of him against your stomach.
“Sam,” you gasped against his lips.
That seemed to pull him out of the frenzied haze. Panting for breath though he was, he broke from you, pulling away far enough to look down at you with furrowed brows. There was a question in his eyes that he still voiced.
“Too much?” he asked.
It was a loaded question, but you thought you could read them all.
Do you want this? Do you really want me? We can stop…
Your answer was simple. You pulled yourself up on your toes and claimed his lips with a devouring kiss. Sam’s eyes closed on a sharp inhale, but his hold on you tightened again. He bent down to move his hands down the back of your thighs, and he squeezed twice, wordlessly encouraging you to jump for him.
You had electricity in your veins and a warm pulsing between your thighs. In your frazzled state, you did your best to jump up, but he helped you the rest of the way. You were able to wrap your legs around his waist, though you let out a small yelp at being vaulted so high.
Now you had the rare privilege of looking down at Sam’s amused face. You smiled down at him, caressing his cheek.
“I think I want a tour of your room,” you said.
“Good,” Sam replied. Despite the care he took in how he held you, you saw the hunger in his eyes. “I could go for a midnight snack.”
You couldn’t help but giggle at that. You clung to his shoulders as he carried you down the hall and into his room, where he locked the door behind him.
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The man was a furnace, you discovered, after your skin was dewy and glistening against his, and the sheets laid tangled between your bare legs.
He held you to his chest while he recovered on his back. You rested there, just enjoying the sound of his heartbeat slowly coming down from its race. His fingertips traced lazy patterns up and down your naked back.
Sam had taken great pleasure in tossing the shirt along with his other clothes onto the floor. Your panties had been flung to parts unknown.
You smiled at the thought, while your nails made delicate tracks of their own across his slightly furry chest.
“What’re you thinking?” he asked you. Quiet and steady.
With a sigh, you pushed up onto your elbow on his pillow, so you could see his face. Your hand found his cheek. There his stubble pricked against your palm, and you drew your thumb tenderly across his his lower lip.
“I’m hoping you want more from this than one…very awesome night,” you confessed.
Sam smiled, reaching up to grasp your wrist gently. It was a different kind of touch, where just a few moments ago, he’d pushed your body damn near to its limits. And yet, he knew his own strength. Controlled, even in his bed.
“Yeah, I do,” he replied, though his eyes gradually fell from your face. “I’ll be honest, it uh…scares me a little.”
“What does?” you asked with a frown. You waited until he looked up at you again.
“This matters to me,” he said at last. “You matter to me.”
And the people that mattered all too often got taken away from him.
Your throat constricted. Because in his wary eyes, you could almost see the thoughts that were likely plaguing his mind. Things that might’ve kept him from this night with you for so long.
In that moment, you made a decision. You lowered down to press a gentler kiss to his lips.
“Then let’s give it a try,” you said.
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AN: It got a little angstier than I intended there at the end lol, but I went with it! I so hope you guys enjoy this. I love me some Sam. 💜
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wayward-dreamer · 5 months
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Hi, I was wondering if you could write a story where soilder boy is dating Y/n, and they start talking, and he asks her if she thinks he would be a good dad. Which leads to them talking about starting a family together. And then one of them says something along the lines of "Why don't we try now?" Then it turns into smut. If not it's okay, thanks!
Father Material
Pairing: Soldier Boy x F!Reader
Word count: 1,468
Summary: Curiosity from the public and media has Ben expressing his dream to be a father. Y/N wants to make his dream a reality.
Warnings: Swearing, some angst, mentions of SB's nefarious actions, smut: dirty talk, rough sex, breeding kink.
A/N: This request has been in my inbox forever, so I apologise for long it took! I hope you like it Layla! Happy reading! :) Thanks to my besties/betas @hintsofhoney and @makeadealwithdean for looking over this. Sorry not sorry for killing you hehe
also there's plenty more Soldier Boy content on the way because apparently I've become an SB smut dealer lmaooo
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“Do you think I’d make a good father?”
That was the question that sparked the sex marathon they had been in for hours now. Given that he was a supe, Soldier Boy had the stamina for withstanding just about anything, and if he had it his way he could probably last well into the night. She on the other hand was flagging quickly, the downside of being 100% human, but she really couldn’t bring herself to tell him to stop. Not when he always knew just how to make her toes curl and her body quake with euphoric bliss. He may have known what buttons to push to get her going, but that didn’t mean their encounters were predictable. They were far from it, and that day was no exception.
The day started out like any other. He had meetings with hero management, followed by filming a commercial for Cracker Jack, which then led to interviews with different channels. She finally stepped out of their penthouse that night to join him on The Tonight Show with Johnny Carson, draped in an emerald green dress to match his suit, complete with gold accessories. Usually interviews weren’t really her favorite thing to do, but being America’s golden couple meant that they needed to be seen in public in order to keep that status. So they did what they always did. They laughed and joked with quick-witted Carson, charmed the audience and made the nation fall deeper for them with each caress of a hand or sweet kiss. Some may have thought it was just for the cameras, those cynical spectators that didn’t have any business commenting on what goes on behind closed doors, but they both knew the truth about their relationship.
They were in love. They had been since the moment he propositioned her in the elevator of the Vought American building, leading to one of the wildest nights she had ever had. Most would call it lust, but when you understood someone on a deeper level like they both did, it was most definitely love. A warped, messed up kind of love, but nonetheless, that’s what it was. She wasn’t stupid; she knew the kind of man he was, what he had to do during the war, and in Vought’s name since he joined their roster. She knew there were some off the books black ops missions he had gone on, even if she didn’t know the details. She heard the rumors about Dealey Plaza, too. She knew that he was fucked up despite his God fearing, all-American persona for the public, but she didn’t care.
In order to love someone like that, she had to be a little fucked up too. Well, more than a little.
Despite distracting everyone with their incredible charisma, questions of settling down and starting a family came up, and she knew she had to think of an answer fast when she saw Ben’s face go blank. With her biggest grin, she turned to Carson and said “Well, if anything happens Johnny, you’ll be the first to know!” They covered it up with hearty laughs as the audience joined in, along with the host, before he thanked them for their time to raucous applause.
The drive back to the Vought building was quiet, her concern growing for him until his words: “Do you think I’d make a good father?” broke the silence.
“Why do you ask?” she questioned in return, softly as to not scare him from broaching the subject.
“That fucking Carson,” he muttered, staring out the window at the bright lights. “I just… I guess he got me thinkin’, that’s all. Forget it.”
She wasn’t going to. She knew there was something he wanted to tell her, something he wanted of her, and she needed to know what it was.
“Thinking about what?”
“Thinkin’ about… about how I’d do it better than my father ever did,” he confessed. “We’d make some perfect fucking kids, that’s for damn sure.”
She smiled softly, her hand curling over his as she slid across the backseat and pressed herself against his side. She nuzzled her nose along his jaw, leaving small kisses along his stubble as she reached his ear, her breath fanning against the shell as she whispered her own desire to do the same.
“Then let’s start right now.”
And that was how they found themselves in their bedroom twenty minutes later, with her holding herself up on her quivering hands and knees as he pounded into her from behind, his fingers digging into her skin with a bruising hold as his pelvis smacked against the curve of her ass. He had contorted her into every position possible since then for the last couple of hours, with barely a few minutes to breathe between each romp in the sheets. She had lost track of how many positions, and she was about to lose count of how many times he had spilled inside her, both of them getting closer to that release once more.
“Oh god, oh god!” she moaned wantonly, her forehead pressed against the mattress as her hands fisted the sheets. She was completely unbothered about how loud she was and the fact that people had probably heard them by now.
“No need to bring him into this, doll,” he chuckled, the sound broken up by his groans of pleasure. “Just me and you here…”
“You’re so fucking cheesy,” she mumbled, a guttural whimper escaping her at a particularly angled thrust against her g-spot.
“You fucking love it,” he countered, smirking as he suddenly pulled out of her.
Ignoring her whine of protest, Soldier Boy flipped her over onto her back and grabbed her legs, bending her in half as her calves rested on his shoulders, sliding back into her tight heat with a quick, hard thrust. The sounds that left them were nothing short of pornographic, as he began to pick up the pace with each push of his hips against her. He squeezed his eyes shut as her walls clenched around his throbbing cock, both of them balancing on the edge of their blissful climax, ready to go over at any minute.
“So fucking good, so fucking perfect, Y/N,” he growled, their faces close as he leaned over her. “You love the way I fuck you, don’t ya?”
“Yes!” she cried out, nodding frantically as she stared up into his green orbs. “Love the way you fuck me… you fuck me so good, Ben. So deep, and hard, wanna feel it for days.”
“Oh you will, sugar,” he groaned, between rough kisses against her lips. “Gonna fill you up, make you feel so full, make you full and round with my babies. You want that?”
“Yeah,” she breathed.
“Fuck, yeah you do,” he husked. “Tell me, tell me you want it.”
“I want it, I want it so bad, Ben,” she whimpered, the sound practically a sob with how desperate she was to finally let go. “I want you to fill me up, give it to me.”
“Cum for me, doll, soak my cock,” he said, looking deep into her eyes.
Y/N finally felt the dam breaking as a loud, shrieking moan escaped her, her walls contracting around his shaft as her arousal spread over him. He grunted loudly, his hips snapping harder against her, as he tried to hold himself back. His eyes fluttered, about to close, but her hands on his face stopped him, making him pay attention to her as their gazes locked. As she had with each time he had reached his peak that night, she stroked her thumbs along his jaw, slowly nodding her encouragement and desire to feel his seed deep inside her.
“S-Say it,” he stuttered, his neck straining as he held on just a little longer. “Fuckkk, s-say it-”
She bit her lip, knowing how it drove him crazy, before she parted them and uttered the words that sent him over the edge at the end of round that night.
“You’re gonna be a great dad… better than your own.”
Soldier Boy threw his head back, the veins in his neck pressing against his skin as he let out a guttural moan, his cock pulsing deep inside her tight canal. She moaned softly as she felt the warm spurts of his cum coat her walls, filling her up as he had done several times that night already. They both breathed heavily, trying to calm their racing hearts, neither of them wanting to move away from the other. He buried his face in her neck, planting soft pecks along her pulse point, bringing a smile to her face as they basked in the afterglow.
Both of them hoped that it wouldn’t be too much longer before their dream became a reality.
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slutforsilverfoxes · 8 months
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I need to say that your writing for Gibbs is absolutely amazing! I have a rather vague request; you get hurt whilst on a case which worries Gibbs. Go anywhere you want with it, a little hurt/comfort and fluff? I just need more of your writing 😄
You’re so sweet, thank you for the compliment 🖤 I hope this is what you were looking for!
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“Just what the hell were you thinking? No, don’t answer that, because it’s clear you weren’t.”
Your boss has been chewing you out for the past seven minutes, although it feels like an eternity since his ire turned on you. Gibbs has never yelled at you. Ever.
Chewing on your lip and focusing on a water stain in the ceiling, you try to keep your hot tears at bay. “We knew that I was his type,” you point out quietly in an attempt to defend your actions tonight. “And it worked, didn’t it?”
“It worked?” Jethro barks, and you flinch reflexively. He catches the movement out of the corner of his eye and stops pacing, opting instead to bend down in front of you and rest one hand on your knee. “Hey,” he offers now in a soothing voice, gently grasping your chin and directing your gaze to meet his. “I’m sorry for yelling. I wasn’t- I’m not mad at you.”
His large hand engulfs your cheek and you nestle into the familiar feeling with a sniff. “Sure as shit sounded like it,” you grumble, hastily swiping at your eyes.
“I was scared,” he clarifies. “Terrified, actually. We all heard you scream and then your comms went out, and what were we supposed to think?” His thumb grazes over the bandage on your forehead before he pulls you into a tight hug, and you let out a muffled, “I’m sorry,” against his chest.
“Don’t do that to me again,” Jethro breathes out, squeezing you tighter. “Or I’m sending you on the next weeklong stakeout as punishment.” You can hear the smile in his voice, and you pull back to look at him, one eyebrow quirked.
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“With Tony.”
You gasp and cry out, “Gibbs!”
“I’m serious about this, Y/N.” His tone grows measured again before he presses a tender kiss to your forehead, just above the bandage. “I can handle the team taking an extra few days to catch our guy. I can’t handle you getting hurt on my watch.”
“I won’t do it again.”
“No, you won’t.”
You sigh and rub the soft fabric of his polo sleeve between your thumb and index finger before looking up at Gibbs with a sly smile, eager to lighten the mood. “Permission to speak as your girlfriend and not your agent, sir?”
Those gorgeous blue eyes narrow into a playful squint. “Granted, with hesitation.”
“Getting locked in that trunk for four hours sucked, but seeing you knock him out with a single punch kind of made it worth it.”
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Hello, lovely ♡ I know you just did some Thranduil smut, but I have a request for more (always more). Could I request where the female (human) reader has a snowball fight with Thranduil and it soon becomes steamy and he gives it to her up against a tree in the middle of the forest? Thank you, dear. Love your writings. You are so talented ♡
Ask and you shall receive!
Of snowball fights and other pleasures
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Pairing: Thranduil x Fem. Reader (Human / Noblewoman from Dale)
Word count: 3.2K
Themes : Smut | Soft
Summary: Thranduil has been wanting you for a while now, but he keeps to himself thinking you and Legolas have something going on. What happens when he finds out that is not the case, and you have no attachement to anyone?
Warnings: Kissing | Penetrative / Rough sex | Sex out in the open | Fingering (fem. receiving) | Nicknames | Age Difference | First time (fem.)
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There were many rules in Thranduil's life.
They all circled around etiquette, custom, and tradition; they helped govern the elves of Mirkwood. Of these rules, many were written, some unwritten, and one such unwritten rule went along the lines of, "Thou shall not covet thy son's best friend."
You were Legolas' best friend, one he made while on a trip to Dale, and yet, Thranduil desired you. He desired you from the moment he first saw you. Thranduil thought it wholly inappropriate, as he truly believed Legolas himself desired you, and he held his tongue out of respect for both his son and you. 
Alas, that was not the case, not for you, at any rate. Legolas did not harbour the feelings his father thought he had. "Eru help me," Legolas said jovially over dinner one night, "But you're such a jolly sport."
And that was all you were, Eru help you. You were a jolly sport, a good listener, his partner in crime, the sister he always wanted, and nothing beyond that. You knew it was hopeless, that Legolas never saw you as anything but a jolly sport, and would never see you as anything but a jolly sport. Even if you bonked him on the head with a large sign that said 'I want you,' he would still see you only as a friend. Oh well, you reason, you might as well accept it.
You sighed and toyed with your food. Roast duck in honeyed wine, and cooked to absolute perfection. It was too delicious to pass up, but right now, you were simply not in the mood for it. You looked around and watched the elves talking, laughing, and singing before your gaze turned to the dais. The Elvenking was there, resplendent in ice blue velvet and cloth of silver. He had been wearing his winter crown, one made to look like icicle shards and snowflakes. Never in your life had you seen a creature more magnificent, and your breath hitched in your throat.
That hitched breath turned to a soft hum when the king turned his attention to you. Thranduil held your gaze for the longest possible time, his eyes darkening in such a way that it made your skin warm and your cheeks flush. You swallowed and managed a smile. Thranduil kept his eyes locked on yours before an aide called for his attention and he had to look away.
You blink once, then twice. What was that? You thought. Why did he look at you like that, making you feel all warm and feverish? And Eru help you, why did you enjoy it so?
Your stomach growled, and the duck finally appealed to your senses. You set yourself the pleasurable task of finishing every crumb. Legolas excused himself to talk to some others and Thranduil? Well, Thranduil excused himself as well, making his way to your table. "Y/n," he kept his tone perfectly neutral, his face a hard-to-read mask. "I see we have not driven you away with our rowdy behavior."
You looked to one table, where a drinking contest had commenced. At another table, elves gathered around a pair that had been arm wrestling. "I've seen all of this and more back at Dale," you grinned when Gimli, who had also come to visit, demanded a rematch with Legolas in some contest or another. "You're not going to scare me off that easily."
Thranduil smirked and sat opposite you. He kept his attention on his lap, to stop himself from staring at you. "And how goes your friendship with Legolas?" he asked with all the airs of innocent curiosity. "I only ask because the two of you have gotten close over the past few moons."
Ah yes. Legolas. "I'm just a jolly sport to Legolas," you mutter, just loud enough for him to hear.
"Pardon?"
"A jolly sport," you murmured. "A good ear. His partner in crime. The sister he always wanted--"
"And nothing beyond that?" Thranduil swallowed as hope stirred in his heart. Yes, there was hope, and wanting, and lust as well, something that peaked when he caught you licking honeyed wine off the pads of your fingers. Visions of his lips skimming over your fingers flashed before his eyes.
You said nothing and studied him. What was that flashing in his eyes? Why did it make you all warm and feverish again, and make you yearn for more? "And nothing beyond that," you said, your stomach tying itself in knots when you caught Thranduil's eyes darkening once more. There was a sound at the back of your throat, something between a hum and a sigh. Oh, to have him look at you like that all the time, like he wanted to eat you up.
"But maybe it's for the best," you coughed, clearing your throat. You were imagining things, you were sure of it. Thranduil was the Elvenking, there was no way he felt anything for you. No. Nothing at all.
"Perhaps," Thranduil mused as he drummed his fingers against the table. "But is there anyone else who has caught your interest? Anyone at all?"
"Planning on introducing me to anyone?" You teased, but your stomach knotted up again when jealousy flashed harsh and bright in his sky-blue eyes. 
Thranduil fought for composure. Here he was, a survivor of Doriath and king of the woodland realm, caving into jealousy like an elf barely into adulthood. "If you wish," every word was a trial for him. "I will be glad to introduce you, and recommend you."
But you won't be happy about it, you reasoned. In fact, Thranduil looked like he wanted to murder the ellon who caught your attention. You bit your lip in an effort not to laugh. "But there isn't anyone interested in me, more's the pity," you say, your eyes not missing the relief in his. 
Thranduil, awash with a sense of relief he never knew possible, found himself blurting, "Actually, yes, there is. Someone who thinks about you all the time."
Like me.
Thranduil thought he only said it in his mind, but the words rolled off his lips in a whisper. You couldn't make out what he said, and you leaned in, asking, "My lord?"
The king quickly shook his head and cleared his throat, his cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink. How did that just come out? He swallowed, his eyes darting everywhere, hoping no one heard or thought of questioning him. "Nothing. Truly nothing." he quickly rose. "I... Erm... Please do excuse me, y/n, a pressing matter needs my attention."
Before you could say another word, Thranduil turned sharply on his heel, his heart thrilling by what he heard. Legolas only saw you as a friend, nothing more. You were free of any attachment to his son.
By the time he reached his chambers, Thranduil realized he was grinning like a giddy teenager. He then called a soldier to him, and sent him off with a message.
..................
It had snowed that night, and the entire world was covered in a beautiful blanket of white the next morning.
You went out, fully clothed in a thick cloak to keep the cold at bay. Legolas had gone off to Dale with Gimli, and you were left to your own devices. When you reached the gardens, you found Thranduil already there, walking and taking in the wintery scenes. "Good morrow," you dipped out of respect. "My lord." 
Thranduil swallowed and tried to bring his racing pulse to an even keel. "Good morrow, y/n."
He quickly turned away and headed towards the path leading into the forest. "And how was last night? Did you sleep comfortably?"
Something compelled you to follow him. "Very comfortably, thank you. I've never slept so well in my life."
Thranduil smiled and kept walking. You kept following, your eyes taking in the wonderful stillness that enveloped the forest, your ears tingling from the sound of snow crunching beneath your feet. "I was concerned, you see," he said, as the two of you continued walking. "Not everyone likes sleeping within a cave system."
"But it's beautiful, my lord," you said, surprised he would think you'd be put off by his home. In truth, the halls were more splendid than the palace of Dale, and you actually grew up within the palace. "Why would anyone not like it?"
Thranduil turned to you, to make sure you were not lying. One look convinced him that you weren't. "It pleases me to hear you say it..."
You felt a sense of mischief growing as you took in all that pristine snow. Thranduil was a few paces ahead of you, oblivious to what was going on behind him. Just once, you thought as you quickly dipped to your knees. Just a teensy bit of fun.
"The dwarves adore it, of course," Thranduil didn't hear you pick up a handful of snow and press it into a ball. "But some mortals... Alas..."
Thump.
A snowball exploded neatly over his cloak. Thranduil stopped and turned. Another snowball hit him square in the chest with another soft thump.
"Y/n," Thranduil took a deep breath and dusted bits of snow that clung to his clothes. "What are you..."
This time, the snowball hit him on the chin, exploding in a wet spray of icy particles. Thranduil looked at you, taking in your grin, the challenge in your eyes. Overcome with a sense of playfulness himself, he tsked before picking up a ball of snow. Before you could think or even blink, a ball of blinding white hit you right in the chest. When he dipped to make another projectile, you picked up your skirts and ran off into the forest, shouting, "You'll have to catch me first!"
The challenge was like music to Thranduil's ears.
You ran and ran, giggling like anything. Thranduil could never catch up with you. Why, you already had a head start on him. And you were certain he couldn't find you, at least not for a while .So confident were you in your own success that you didn't see or even hear Thranduil until he was right behind you, whirling you around and pushing you up against a tree. 
"Hitting me with snowy projectiles?" Thranduil said gleefully as he pinned you against the tree. "And while my back was turned? Very unsportsmanlike, yes?"
Oh, how you giggled beneath him. "B-but it's such fun th-that way."
Thranduil tsked again, this time to disguise the fact that being this close to you was making his body strain against his clothes. "There will be a price to pay for this, you know," he mumbled huskily.
You narrowed your eyes even as your lips quirked upward. "A price, you say."
The heat radiating from his body started to do strange things to yours. You felt warm and feverish again, this time from his being so close to you. You wanted to reach out and touch him, to have his unrestrained self open up to you. And as much as you thought you liked him, you realized you felt nothing like this with Legolas, nothing that made you feel like your blood was heating with need. 
Perhaps it wasn't Legolas you were destined for after all. "And what will that price be, my lord?"
Thranduil narrowed his eyes, as wanting slowly hammered at his restraint. He had asked for a price. A price you seemed to be willing to pay. How much were you willing to pay? "Whatever I want, y/n."
You swallowed and looked up at him, at those beautiful blue eyes that had grown dark with need. When you ran your tongue over your lips, you heard him groan. "And," you asked, as heat pooled in your belly. "What do you want?"
Thranduil dipped his head, his lips just above the rim of your ear. "You," he whispered. Hot breath fanning over your ear made you close your eyes and whimper, made goosebumps rise all over your skin. "I want you."
You swallowed as he pressed up against you, his body flush against yours. His hands let go of your arms and sneaked up your waist; his lips skimmed over your ear. A sound rose from the back of your throat, something that felt like a purr. Warmth and wanting washed over you again, and you grabbed onto Thranduil's collar, saying, "And you shall have me, however you wish to have me."
Thranduil pulled back, his jaw clenched, his eyes burning with passion. On the next intake of breath, his lips crushed yours. 
You were pulled into a darkened tunnel of desire. Thranduil's kisses were deep, drugging you senseless. His tongue, all warm and luscious and sinful, licked and probed its way into the warmth of your mouth. You purred helplessly, your arms looping around his neck. Your body was already throbbing and aching, arousal was dripping down your thighs, and he had just started kissing you.
Thranduil was filled with greedy impatience. On any other day, he would have been slow and languorous, worshipping your body with his very breath, but today he was just overcome with the need to take. He hiked up your skirts, pulling them up to your waist. A hand callused by centuries of hunting and fighting ripped apart your underwear and cupped you between your thighs. When skilled fingers played with your already slick heat, you jolted. "Already wet for me, I see," Thranduil crooned, delighting in your little whimpers, your little noises. He slipped a finger in, moaning into your mouth as he felt your walls clench around it. He took a step back and watched as your eyes almost rolled back and your mouth opened in a half-moan. Your body trembled and trembled when a second finger joined the first, curling gently inside your warmth, making your body arch beautifully against his whenever they struck that place that could only give a woman the type of pleasure she had never felt before. He felt resistance as he pushed deeper, and his body hardened even more. He was going to be your first. And how he hoped he could be your only.
And it wasn't enough. Not for you, and not for him. Thranduil pulled out and your cheeks bloomed with heat when each of those slickened fingers slowly disappeared into his mouth, only to pop out with a soft plop. "Delicious," he crooned again.
"But will that be all?" you muttered breathily, challenging him to give you more.
Thranduil growled. "Oh, there will be more, my petal," he hissed, and his lips opened over yours again. The sweetness of his kiss washed down your throat, leaving you breathless and lightheaded. You reached out to the buckle of his belt, unclasping it and loosening his breeches. Thranduil pressed himself flush against you, caging you to the tree as you reached in and wrapped your hands over his cock. 
The feeling of you pumping his length well and truly undid him. "Fuck," he swore and bit down on your lower lip, leaving it slightly sore and bruised. He kept still, his head thrown back, his breath coming out in shuddering pants as you stroked his cock. You found a rhythm he liked, your hands tightening and releasing, a perverse feeling drowning you as you took him to the brink and threatened to take him over that. What would it feel like, to have him pour over your hands?
But that was not what Thranduil desired. Oh no. Thranduil was hungry for much more than that. "Jump," he ordered, his arms hooking tightly around your waist.
When he lifted you in one swift move, you hooked your legs around his hips, your arms gripping tightly around his shoulders. Thranduil didn't even feel the strain. An ellon such as he was able to bear so much more, and you felt like a feather to him. "Do you want this?" he breathed as he rubbed the tip of his cock against your hole. "Tell me, petal, do you want this? For me to claim your maidenhead?"
You swallowed and looked into a pair of soulful eyes. "There'd be no going back from this," you say hesitantly.
"There won't," Thranduil agreed. "But if you say you'd have me, I will be by your side always."
You swallowed, considered his words, and came to a decision. "I'd be insulted if you weren't."
Thranduil's lips turned into a triumphant grin as they sought yours again. There were no more words this time, there was no need for them. Thranduil's kiss was a sweet distraction from the discomfort and pain you felt when he pierced you with one sharp thrust. Thranduil held onto you, keeping perfectly still, crooning sweet nothings into your ear. He let you adjust to his size, and he savoured how tight and hot you felt around him. 
It was all more than he had ever dreamed of, really. Thranduil would keep himself awake at night, thinking of you, dreaming of you, your body squirming and writhing underneath his, and now, all of that had turned into reality. He started to rock into your body, grinding his hips against the insides of your thighs.
The bark of the tree rubbed up against your back whenever your body jerked with his thrusts. You were sure your back would be bruised and sore the next day, but you didn't care. You only cared about what Thranduil was making you feel, and he was making you feel so much and more.
Jolt upon jolt of pleasure went up your back, turning your bones into a watery mess every time Thranduil ground his hips against you, filling you completely to the hilt.  Your moans were muffled by his kisses, your fingers could only dig into his back. Your legs struggled for purchase against his thighs as he kept bucking into you, his pace growing fast and relentless, his body tightening with each passing second.
And yours started to feel like a tightly pulled string that was about to snap. The soft squelching noises of Thranduil's length sinking into your heat seemed to carry, but you were too drunk on his embraces to care. You threw your head back as those coiled muscles grew closer to snapping. "D-don't s-stop," you pleaded.
Thranduil growled and held you tighter, his hips slapping against your thighs. He sunk his lips into your neck, his teeth scraping at your tender flesh. Your mewls inflamed him and he grew rougher, his growls growing as your walls tightened and throbbed around his cock. "Come for me," he moaned. "Come for me now."
Your body just surrendered, shattering into a million tiny pieces. You buried your face in his shoulder, your cries muffled against his robes. Your body shook violently as Thranduil grunted and buried himself deep inside of you, his essence spilling within your walls. He shivered as your orgasm kept milking his cock, and when he finally finished, he contented himself with holding you to him.
His breath fanned over your throat as he held you to him, keeping you steady. You took a deep, steadying breath and blinked, your mind suddenly clearing as a problem lay before you both. "L-legolas..." you panted. "What... What are we going to tell him?"
"He already knows," Thranduil mumbled, his chest still heaving against yours. "I spoke to him last night, and he gave me his blessing. That's why he went to Dale, so you could decide for yourself without being fogged up by his presence."
Your lips tugged up into a grin. "Trust you to leave nothing to chance."
Thranduil smirked and set you down gently, helping you fix your clothes, your hair, and setting himself to rights. "I never leave such important things to chance. That is why I'm the Elvenking."
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ginsakatoki · 1 year
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Heeeey, welcome to DMC fandom! Can I request general relationship headcanons for DMC boys? Just some fluffy stuff, like what kind of dates they are into, what kind of partner each of them are, into PDA or not, etc. But it's all up to you :)
Thanks in advance!
Hey there! I’ve actually been lurking in the fandom for a couple of years and only recently decided to write about it. Thank you for this request and enjoy!
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• I mentioned in a previous headcanon of mine that despite his loud personality, Dante is actually a shy lover. By this I mean: at first Dante will take quite a long time to acknowledge and address his feelings and even more to actually ask you out. You’ll need to be patient with him because he’ll shamelessly flirt as a joke but get flustered if you flirt back. Or expect you to understand that if he is standing next you in a specific way, he’s flirting for real and not joking.
Expert at not taking the hint. He’s used to people and things wanting to kill him so there is no way you’re interested in him that way, right?
He’s a weird unblended mix of an experienced womanizer and a teenager that has no idea what he’s doing.
It will be awkward at first not gonna lie.
When you manage to become a couple though, it becomes much much easier. All of a sudden all those weird moments and interactions vanish and the relationship starts flowing like you’ve always been by each other’s side.
Dante would want to go out on a date at least once or twice a week. He’s one of those guys that pretend not to want to be around their S/O all the time, but actually do. (He acts like a sad puppy when he doesn’t).
That said, due to his lack of money, he would prefer simple dates over anything else. A walk in the park, window shopping or cheap dates like cinema and bowling. 
He’s a sucker for mundane things. His life is full of adrenaline rushes and violence so he truly cherishes the few moments of daily life he gets. This, however, doesn’t mean he’ll just settle for calm activities. He would definetely drag you to an amusement park at least once to go on rollercoasters.
If you don’t handle scary stuff well, be ready because he’ll force you to go to haunted houses or watch horror movies just so you can cling to him and tease you about it.
He’s a really fun partner to be with and he feels more like a friend you can go on adventures with than a safe home to return to. 
He’s very protective of his loved ones so if you were ever in a pinch, he would come help you out any way he can. He’s not very book smart though, so you might not want him to help you with your studies.
His love language is physical touch so he loves, and i mean, loves PDA. He doesn’t care if other people are staring, let them be. If he wants to kiss you, he will. If he wants a hug, he’ll get it. No questions asked.
When walking in public he always has his arm around your shoulders, hips or holding your hands. He wants to feel you by his side, especially since he never knows whether it might be your last.
When holding hands, he runs small circles on the back of your hand with his thumb. It feels very intimate to him.
He adores kisses. Mouth, forehead, cheeks, neck, hands, wherever. He loves it.
Speaking of kisses, he is very intense when he kisses you. His lips will blend on yours stealing your breath away and he’s greedy, so he’ll always ask for more.
"Just one more… No no that didn’t count, one more"
Cuddles on the sofa are a must. He is a literal human heater so he’ll gladly warm you up in winter.
If you tend to have cold hands or feet he will warm them up for you but you have to warn him first.
That one time you put your cold feet on his legs without telling him first he literally screamed.
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Vergil is a cold and diffident man. It will take him a long time to trust you and if he develops feelings for you, he’ll be in denial for the longest time. When he accepts his feelings, however, he won’t act on them and would consequently become grumpier with everyone. There would be a huge contradiction between what he feels and his behavior.
He might look at you like he wants to kill you and be thinking that you look very pretty with the clothes you’re wearing, for example.
His inner struggle wouldn’t really be caused by a disgust for feelings rather his intrusive thoughts take control  and start sabotaging him. For example he might believe that no one would ever love him so he isn’t allowed to love anyone. Or that he doesn’t deserve happiness because of all the pain he’s inflicted on others.
He would start ignoring you and crave your presence. If he saw you at Devil May Cry, he would go the other way but stay close enough to be able to see you.
Things would change if you asked him if he hates you. It is obvious to him that the answer is no and that his behavior is clearly misguiding you so he would try to be around you more.
Communication about feelings with Vergil is complicated so it seems unlikely that he’d confess them and get into a relationship. It’s more likely for you two to slowly get closer to each other until you both realize you’ve been acting like a couple without explicitly saying so. 
It starts with Vergil always be around for one reason or the other.
“That seems heavy, I’ll take it for you.”
“I just had a commission nearby, that’s all.”
“Didn’t know you would be here” “Vergil… I work here”.
He gets so flustered it’s cute. He turns away immediately though, so you never truly see him blush.
Like Dante, he likes mundane life so he loves walking around the city with you, going to theatres and museums and, obviously, visiting libraries and bookshops. 
He doesn’t speak much but he listens to everything you say and remembers every little thing. There’s a book you mentioned you like? He reads it and tells you his opinion. There’s an event you keep forgetting about? He reminds you of it, and so on.
His love language is complicated to pinpoint. I’m pretty sure he loves physical touch but, being the touch starved man he is, too much of it would make him short circuit. Same with words of affirmations. He grew up surrounded by hate so loving words are new to him, they would make him feel vulnerable and he hates that. 
It would take a lot of trust and time but he would learn to love cuddle time on the sofa or on the bed. He would even find comfort in laying on you and hearing your heartbeat.
Vergil as a partner would show his vulnerability to you and you only once he truly trusts you as in: he will allow himself to cry in your presence, but don’t expect him to allow you to see him cry. He will hide his face on your shoulder or keep his back turned on you. 
Besides his hurtful past and his feelings, Vergil worships you. You see in his eyes how much he cares for you, suddenly his grey eyes don’t seem so cold anymore. His touches are very light and delicate like he’s afraid to hurt you. 
Not his kisses. He usually has a lot of self control around you, but when he kisses you it all vanishes. They’re deep and passionate, like he’s trying to merge his soul to yours, and will hold you impossibly close. Because they’re so intense, kisses with Vergil aren’t that common and they definitely don’t happen in public.
PDA is a big no for Vergil. What’s between you two is no concern for other people and, as such, it must stay indoors. He will allow you to hold his hand or circle your arm around his but he won’t initiate.
Overall Vergil is a man you’ll need a lot of patience with but he will make sure you feel as loved as he feels.
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Out of the three Nero is the most normal when it comes to relationships. If he’s interested he will show it, spend time with you and ask you out on a date. He’s pretty straightforward and honest so you really won’t have problems understanding if he likes you or not. 
He’s had experience in relationships before with his ex-girlfriend Kyrie (they’re still on good terms) so he knows how to act around a lover and is not the least worried about his feelings.
Despite acting and looking like a punk, Nero has a clean and mostly sorted out inner world. He has his good amount of issues, obviously,  but at least he isn’t as emotionally constipated as his father and uncle.
When in love, Nero smiles and laughs much more than usual which makes his interest pretty obvious. 
He has a specific tone he only uses with his S/O and I think that’s beautiful. It’s not really a puppy or lovesick one but his normally gruff voice becomes gentler and his words soft-spoken.
Nero would most likely enjoy going on interactive dates like cinema, concerts, skating or paintball.
Do not, and I repeat, DO NOT go to watch horror movies with this man. He might be a devil hunter but he’s terrified of ghosts. He will scream the girliest scream you’ll ever hear and tell everyone it was you. 
Dates with Nero are pretty frequent and spontaneous, but he’d like to go on a fancy date either once every two weeks or once a month. He likes eating good food and wants to spoil his partner.
During normal dates he probably takes the two of you to eat at Taco Bell or something.
He’s not exactly romantic or one for cliches so you’ll never see him serenade you or buy you flowers, but he’ll always show he cares in his way. For example he will always bring you a snack at work or help you clean your apartment.
His love languages are acts of service and quality time. He isn’t the best with words and physical touch is pretty neutral to him.
He doesn’t mind PDA, he’ll honestly go with the flow. If you like PDA he will drap an arm around your shoulders, hold you close to him and occasionally kiss your forehead. If you don’t, he’ll just hold your hand or pinky finger.
Inside jokes. A lot of inside jokes. People might say something about shoes and you’d start laughing for apparently no reason after throwing a look at each other.
He gives the best hugs, whenever you’re sad or not feeling well he just grabs you and hugs the problem away. You’re actually surprised by how well it seems to work everytime.
Being in a relationship with Nero means having Nico tease you all day, all week. They’re a 2 for 1 deal. You might be casually speaking or joking that she would come out from nowhere and tell you to go get a room.
Arguments with Nero happen pretty often because he has a short temper. However you found a nice way to end them quickly: pillow fights. Whenever you see that you’re having a disagreement you both grab a pillow and start hitting the other while stating out one of the reasons you are right. The one who wins the pillow fight, wins the argument.
Obviously, if it’s about an important matter, you’ll be responsible and talk it out as calmly as possible.
Some people see your relationship as childlike or teenage-like but it’s really healthy and it works for you, plus they don’t know how serious both of you can be about it.
Kisses with Nero are always surrounded by giggles, for some reason. You have so much fun with each other that even kisses can’t seem to be serious.
One of your favorite activities together is playing videogames. You once showed him Mario Kart and now he’s obsessed. Every Sunday you must have a Mario Kart tournament or he will get grumpy. 
You’re the only person he doesn’t mind losing to.
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Thank you for reading this, let me know what you think about it! I ended up writing a lot about this lol.
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ventingfanfics · 1 year
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an angsty to fluff fic where shuri is a known player in the royal family but the reader is a sweetheart and then shuri falls for her and tried to win her over but reader cannot believe it or is flabbergasted?? happy ending tho pls <3
First of all, many of you are so cute with your little requests. So many of you are creative! Okay, this one is LONG. I hope you enjoy it. Feel free to leave comments. It probably will have a second part.
Don't Wanna be a Player No More
The meeting at the palace finished, but M’Baku stuck around, joining Shuri for lunch. Together they walked into the cafe. 
In time, they had grown closer with the Jabari leader taking on the role of a big brother. He would never replace T’Challa nor was he trying to. He simply cared about Shuri and felt she’d been dealt extremely cruel hands. He wanted to be of support to her. Plus, they found that they enjoyed the other’s company. 
“Bast, I’m starving,” Shuri said, approaching the food court.
“I could eat multiple feasts right now,” M’Baku agreed.
“That’s you on the daily.”
“And what about it? A king has to eat. Do you see my stature? I can’t afford to play small.” Just as he said that, his eyes landed on one of the servers. He offered his best smile. “See, Hadiza here knows just what I’m talking about.”
“Why must you bring Hadiza into it? She’s here to feed your belly not your ego.” Shuri cracked a smile at the pretty worker who softly laughed. 
“I come in peace,” Hadiza said, piling food onto their plates and earning laughter from them. 
“Ah, here’s Riri. Someone with respect,” M’Baku called, seeing the science genius enter the premises. She was not alone. Another woman accompanied her.    You. 
Shuri, who sat her plate down at a table, followed M’Baku’s gaze. 
“Goodness, could you stare any harder?” He said rather than asked Shuri, who nodded in greeting at Riri. 
“For your information, she looks familiar.” As Shuri watched you taking your turn to get your food, she tried to place you, but to no avail. 
“She also looks like your next victim,” M’Baku said, amused by his own joke. 
Shuri threw a crumb at him. “Hush up. I’m a single woman.”
You walked with Riri over to them, feeling a little nervous about meeting Wakanda’s new Queen. You knew this day would come considering your opportunity.
“Hey y’all.” Riri smiled. “Shuri, I’m sure you know Y/N. M’Baku, this is Y/N.”
You wanted to shake Shuri’s hand but it seemed like bad timing with it being lunch and all.
“How are you?” M’Baku cordially greeted you, slyly taking you in. 
“He’s the leader of the Jabari tribe,” Riri explained to you. 
You laughed a bit and nodded because you were well aware. “And this must be Queen Shuri,” You said, successfully making the others laugh. “It’s a pleasure to meet you both.” You bowed.
Riri’s smile faded as she sat down. She had told you it was unnecessary to do that yet it did in fact feel necessary. First impressions were everything and you were raised to respect people and if bowing was a royal custom, so be it.
There was a mysterious small groan that could be heard. 
“You don’t have to do that,” Shuri said, to which M’Baku agreed.
“Told you,” Riri muttered before eating her baked potatoes.
“I’m sorry,” You said, feeling your skin heat up.
Shuri waved it off with a smile. “All good. Just promise me that’ll be the first and last time you do that. Deal?”
“Deal.”
You were relieved that things were going well so far on your first day at the palace. 
“So Y/N, do you work with Riri?” M’Baku asked, making conversation.
“I do, only for two hours, though. I’m mainly here to do outreach work.” You ignored the fact that Shuri was staring at you. Of course she’d be interested in this conversation. It was her business.
“Ah, that’s how I know you,” the Queen said, holding her fork. “Nakia referred you.”
You smiled. “Yes.”
“That’s impressive ‘cause Nakia wouldn’t just send over anyone.”
“Duh,” Riri said, making M’Baku laugh. She grinned at the look Shuri gave her. “Nah, but I just have a good feeling about Y/N being here. She’s dope.”
“Aww, thank you! The feeling is mutual. It’s an honor to be surrounded by greatness,” You said, looking at the three of them. 
“You belong here,” Shuri said to you.
You repeated the statement to yourself, knowing you’d never forget it.
~
You were focused on your data work. It consisted of the different organizations you’d been in contact with. In just your first week, you’d connected with hundreds of individuals. The doors opened, but you remained focused. 
“Hey,” You heard Shuri say, causing you to acknowledge her. “Where’s Riri?”
“I think she’s at the cafe with Kenya,” You answered, referring to the genius scientist’s girlfriend. 
Shuri nodded. “Are you coming with us tonight?”
Some of the team was having an outing this evening. Of course you’d been invited and didn’t mind the idea of attending. You liked your colleagues thus far and wanted to make another good impression by showing up.
“Yep, even though I don’t drink…” 
“Neither do I. And I still know how to have fun.” She shrugged a shoulder and came closer, observing your screen. “I really hope you have fun tonight, you deserve it.”
You smiled. “I’m sure I will. You all seem like a good time.”
“What about you?”
“What about me?”
“Are you a good time?” 
You chuckled at her sheer curiosity, tilting your head to the side thoughtfully. “I mean, I wouldn’t say I’m the life of the party, but I vibe off good energy.” 
Shuri smiled, her beauty on constant display. “I know just what you mean.” She rested her hand on your desk. “I promise I have good energy.” She was staring at you while you were entranced by her tattoo.
“Cool tat.”
She laughed softly. “Thank you! Do you have any tattoos?”
Before you could answer, you both heard Riri come in, declaring, “Alright, we out!”
“Hold on,” Shuri called, turning back to you. “Y/N, are you good to go straight there? Or did you need to stop home first?”
“I think I’m good, I have everything I need.”
“But a ride,” Riri said. “C’mon, Kenya’s waiting.”
“Can she at least use the bathroom first?” Shuri said back, pulling a face at you, as if to say “can you believe this girl?”
“You didn't go already? Never mind, it’s cool. I’ll wait.”
“Or you can ride with me,” Shuri mentioned to you.
Riri smirked at the Queen. 
You lifted your hands in surrender. “Okay, okay, I do need to go to the bathroom, but I won’t be long. Riri, I don’t want to keep you and Kenya waiting, though.”
“Nah, it’s fine. Let me go with you.” She waited for you to grab your stuff. 
Unbeknownst to you, Shuri admired the view of you as you walked towards Riri. 
“Thanks for offering though, I appreciate it,” You called over your shoulder, smiling at Shuri, who quickly brought her eyes back to your face and matched your expression.
Shuri did her nightly check-in of the lab before leaving. When she went to the bathroom, you were exiting it. You held the door open for her with your usual kind smile. 
“Thank you, usana,” the royal said. “That’s a nice dress, by the way.”
~
After debating, Okoye got involved in this heated exchange that consisted of a female letting Shuri have it. “Excuse me, what seems to be the trouble here?” 
The girl’s eyes widened before she glowered and pointed at Shuri. “So you do have a girlfriend!”
Okoye rolled her eyes to the high heavens. 
“Yes, this is my girlfriend,” Shuri deadpanned, and shooting Okoye a look that said “just go with it.” 
Okoye had other plans. “I am the general, thank you very much.” 
“You’re fucking your general?” 
“For Bast’s sake,” Okoye said as Shuri stifled a laugh.
“Walk away,” Shuri said, steering Okoye away from the infuriated young woman. Okoye of course stayed behind to make sure the stranger left. 
Shuri finally released her laugh as Okoye wore the ultimate look of disgust. 
“You have got to be more selective, your highness.”
“Hey, what’d I say about formality after hours?”
Okoye shook her head. “I thought I was going to have to hurt her, but she’s just an idiot. Why can’t you get involved with one girl? Preferably a decent one with a working brain.” 
Shuri smirked as she eyed you across the room. “Funny you say that because I know someone.”
Okoye followed her vision. “Is that the new girl Y/N?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Maybe I should retract my statement. She seems too good for you.”
“I’m sorry, how did you say you know her again?” Shuri narrowed her eyes at her. 
Okoye smirked. “You know I’m right.”
Shuri tuned Okoye out as you and her made eye contact. You both smiled. Shuri made her way towards you as you finished your plastic cup of soda. 
“The vibes must be off,” said Shuri, speaking down into your ear so you could hear her. She could have sworn she saw you shiver. “Are you cold?” She pulled away and unzipped her royal green Adidas Ivy Park tracksuit. 
“Oh, no, no, you don’t have to do that,” You replied, though the royal was now clad in just a tank top that showed off her fit form. You forced your eyes on her face.
“You sure? It’s not a problem, Y/N.”
“I don’t want you to be cold.”
She chuckled inwardly. “You’re so cute. Tell you what, if I do get cold, you can help warm me up.” She studied your reaction, only getting a little laugh. You were very oblivious.
“Is that your way of saying you want to dance?” You asked her.
“Actually, yeah. I’d like that.” She took your hand, leading you to the dance floor. 
It just so happened they were playing one of your new favorite songs. When that song came on, you didn’t care who was around. 
Shuri and others gassed you up as you moved. But when it was all over, you suddenly turned shy. You looked around and saw two chicks staring you down—but bitterly. 
“Well, damn, what did I do?” You thought aloud.
“Hmm?” Shuri looked at you, listening attentively as you cupped your hand around her ear, informing her of the two strange women. Shuri found the culprits and glared daggers at them until they averted their gazes.
“Do you know them?” You asked. “‘Cause I don’t. Never seen ‘em a day in my life.”
“Don’t pay them no mind, they’re just jealous,” Shuri said, pulling your back against her front. She felt warm, soft, and firm all at once. And she smelled divine. She must have wanted to comfort you because she was stroking your arms. 
Clearly you weren’t the only sweet one.
You leaned into her, which made her smile yet again. “Can we keep dancing? You’re so good at it,” she asked. You laughed and nodded, feeling boosted by her compliment. The next grind-inducing song came on causing you to whine your hips. Fueled by the music, you even dropped it low, backing it up against Shuri, who gripped your hips and moved with you. 
“Damn, Y/N! Okay!” You heard Riri say. “She said I’m not a wallflower no more!”
You and Shuri had a good laugh.
The royal noticed you seemed slightly out of it; she deduced it to her jacket and all the dancing and excitement. She gently removed the jacket from you and held it. “Let’s get you some water, party girl.”
She held your hand and you felt protected as you trekked to the bar. 
“I’m getting ready to head out,” Shuri said. She never liked to stay out too long. 
“Oh, okay,” You looked at her nodding. You weren’t quite ready to leave yourself but if Shuri was leaving, you didn’t care to stay either.
“I can give you a ride,” She offered, to which you accepted. 
Shortly after, you said goodbye to everyone. Kenya was the designated driver for Riri. 
“Bye girl, see you Monday!” Riri hugged you. “Bye, Shuri.” The Queen gave her a side-hug and nodded at Kenya before resting her hand on the small of your back, escorting you out of the club with Okoye and Aneka in tow.
Shuri programmed your address into her car. It smelled as good as she did. 
“I hope you don’t mind, but Okoye and Aneka are gonna follow us,” she mentioned to you before starting the car.
“No, I know. It’s cool. That’s their job.” You got comfy in the chair, leaning back.
“Oh, you’re going to sleep on me?” Shuri asked, starting the car. She jokingly sucked her teeth. “Damn, Y/N.”
“Noo, I’mma keep you company.”
She chuckled and turned on her music at a comfortable volume. “Nah, it’s okay. I’ll wake you up when we’re there.” Although you were close to dozing off, you fought to stay up with Shuri. You felt bad about sleeping when she was giving you a ride. 
She was a little worried that you might fall out, so she walked you to your door. 
“Thank you, Shuri. I had fun tonight,” You spoke as you used your keys.
Your words lit her up. “My pleasure, and you most definitely are a good time.”
You could only yawn in response.
Shuri chuckled. “Have a good sleep, okay?”
You gave her a hug and she gladly accepted, squeezing you. “You too. Get home safe.”
“I will, babe.”
Whenever she called you a pet name, it made you feel gooey inside, but you always pushed it out of your head believing it meant little if anything at all. 
All you could think that besides the ones your grandmother gave, that was one of the best hugs you ever had. 
Shuri waited until you were inside with the door shut before taking her leave. You were surprised when you awoke in the morning to see a text from her: Made it home safely. Enjoy your weekend! x
~
“You texting somebody?” 
Shuri’s smile faded. She was responding to your reply about her making it home safely. You had wished her a happy, restful weekend. “Yes, Imani. Why?”
“Just trying to figure out who with that Kool-aid smile. They gave you good news or something?” 
Shuri stared at her and the woman stared back, arching an eyebrow.
“How’s your food?” Shuri changed the subject. She had taken one of her lady friends out for breakfast.
“It’s good,” her companion admitted, flipping her locs over her shoulder. “I’m not done either.”
“I said you could have whatever you want,” Shuri dryly reminded her. 
“I know. Excuse me, waiter? Yes, I would like try your international omelette next.”
“Okay, and for you, miss?” He addressed Shuri.
“I’m good, thank you.” 
After breakfast, Shuri took Imani to the mall. She was losing patience because unlike herself, Imani was no fast shopper. To say she was taking her precious time was an understatement. Shuri knew it was intentional. Imani felt like she was entitled to get under her skin. 
She was about to just tell Imani to call her when she was done and she’d pick her up. Until she saw you. You were looking at dresses. And just like that, Shuri’s irritation melted away. 
She snuck up behind you, covering your eyes. “You didn’t tell me you were coming to the mall.”
A puff of surprise left your throat. “Shuri?” 
“The one and only.”
You turned around, revealing your bright smile. “You didn’t tell me either, miss thang.”
Shuri motioned to the clothes. “I see you’re looking at dresses, what’s the occasion?”
Her eyes bored into you as you shared that you were buying some work attire.
“Ah, I see…you sure none of these are for a date?” 
You chuckled. “I mean, I guess they could be…” The two of you kept your smiles. “So, what brings you here?”
Shuri’s visage dulled. “I’m here with a friend.”
“Oh, that’s cool.”
“What are you doing after this?”
“Well, actually, I was planning to get a tattoo. Remember you asked me if I had any? This will be my first one.”
Shuri was so interested, firing off questions about what and where and when you planned to get the ink. And then someone shouted her name.
You, Shuri, and other patrons whipped their heads to look at Imani.
“I’m ready,” she announced.
“What did I tell you about screaming my name like that?” Shuri asked after a beat.
“You don’t mind it any other time,” Imani shot back. 
You could feel the tension. But what mainly captivated you was the fact that this chick looked awfully familiar. She looked exactly like one of those women who seemed like they wanted to shank you at the club the other night. 
“It’s rude to stare,” Imani said to you.
“That’s funny, weren’t you staring last night?” You blurted. 
Imani pursed her lips smugly but you just walked alway. You didn't want any trouble. And now it was making sense as to why she’d had a problem with you. 
“Looks like your little girlfriend is upset,” Imani commented to Shuri sarcastically.
~
M’Baku watched as you entered the cafe and took your plate before leaving. 
“The first time I see her all week and she disappears,” he said. “Do I even need to ask what happened?” 
“She probably just doesn’t like you,” Shuri said.
He was unamused. “Ha-ha-ha. Shuri, did you do something to that girl?”
“Her name is Y/N, and, no, but I know you love to think that.” She took a long sip from her water jug
“Then why doesn’t she come around anymore? Even with Riri being out sick today, you would think she would feel welcomed to sit with us.”
“She’s been eating as she works.”
The silence was deafening.
Shuri sighed and looked at M’Baku’s knowing expression. “Ever since she found out about Imani, she’s been keeping a distance,” she quietly relayed. 
His eyebrows went up and he nodded. “And why do you think that is?”
Shuri was exasperated. “I don’t know, maybe she liked me?”
“So, you didn’t lead her on?”
“No!” 
M’Baku took Shuri in, but without judgement this time. “Okay, sis.”
Shuri stabbed at her food. “It shouldn’t matter anyway. She’s my employee for Bast’s sake.”
After lunch, Shuri returned to the lab. A week ago you’d worked in pure silence, but now you had taken her invitation to listen to music. It sounded like a movie score that you were listening to. She watched you bob your head as you worked with concentration etched onto your side profile. 
You sensed someone watching you so you turned your back to find the gaze belonged to Shuri. You offered the weakest smile she’d ever seen and redirected your attention to your device. 
Shuri decided to let you be for now. About forty-five minutes later, The Griot alerted there was a visitor on the premises named Zen-daya. Shuri pulled a face in confusion as she saw her information. “I have no idea who this is—“
“It’s for me,” You clarified. 
Shuri noticeably calmed down. “Oh. Who is she?”
You chuckled. “Don’t worry, she’s safe. I told her to meet me here.”
“That doesn’t answer my question.”
“If you must know, she’s my date.”
The room fell silent and thick once more. You packed your things and used the Kimoyo beads you’d been given to confirm with Zen-daya that you were on your way outside. 
As you proceeded to leave, you looked at Shuri—really looked at her for the first time in a week. Although most probably wouldn’t have noticed it, you could tell something was bothering her. You didn’t need to know her long to know she was possibly affected by your obvious detachment. You had gone from warm and engaging to polite and short with her. Although you were doing it for the right reasons, you sympathized with her. 
“Have a good weekend, Shuri,” You said, holding your bag over your shoulder.
She turned her head to eye you. “Y/N.”
You slowed down and faced her with a questioning gaze.
She looked serious. “It won’t take long. I wanted to check-in with you.” You nodded and she continued. 
“If you want to keep things strictly professional between us, I understand. I just hope I haven’t made you uncomfortable.”
You thought of what to say. “You haven’t made me uncomfortable.”
She stood up. “Then why the sudden change? Why don’t you speak anymore?”
“I say good morn—“
“That’s all you say. You stay in here for lunch, avoiding me—even M’Baku has been asking about you. What’s going on? Is everything okay?” 
You were right. She was absolutely affected.
“Is this about Imani—the girl you saw me with at the mall that day?”
A look and feeling of revulsion washed over you at the reminder. The truth was, you’d developed a crush on Shuri following your time at the club together. And you felt foolish when you realized she was involved with someone else—someone she had pretended not to know. Furthermore, Riri had warned you to watch out for Shuri because “she had heartbreaker tendencies.” Overall, keeping things professional seemed for the best.
“No, it’s about me doing what I feel is best.” You mentally high-fived yourself for the mature response. 
Shuri’s frown deepened. She reluctantly nodded and turned away. 
All you could think about was how sad she looked and how you wanted to give her a big hug. But you didn’t dare. 
~
Riri had enough. She pulled Shuri out of the lab. Shuri looked puzzled at Riri’s shrewd countenance. “Yes?”
“Cutting the formalities, you’ve been acting like an ass this whole week, what’s up?” Riri confronted using her hands as she spoke. 
Shuri scoffed.
“No, you have been, ask everyone!” Riri then looked around and lowered her tone, “We can all feel and see how snappy you are.”
Deep down, Shuri knew that for Riri to pull her aside, it was serious. 
“Thank you,” she said, just as earnest. 
Riri softened a tad. “You welcome. Now tell me what’s wrong.”
“Just some personal stuff, it was inappropriate of me to bring it into work. I will apologize.” Without another word, Shuri returned to the lab. She clasped her hands, looking around and soon getting her staff’s attention. “Everyone, a word. This week I’m sure you all noticed a change in my behavior, and for that I sincerely apologize. I have been dealing with some personal matters, but that is not an excuse to mistreat my team. I hope you can forgive me.”
“We know you’re still grieving,” someone called. 
It was time for your shift in the lab. You saw Riri standing just outside the doors, watching what was happening inside. You greeted each other, though you could immediately tell something was off.
“Shuri just apologized to the team,” She filled you in.
“Oh, really? That’s good.”
Riri didn’t react. She looked contemplative. Almost reluctantly, she moved towards you. “Why do I get the feeling some shit went down between you?” She whispered. 
“What do you mean?”
“She hasn’t been the only one acting off. You’ve been strange, too, acting distant.”
“Distant or professional?” You defended. 
Riri  heaved a sigh. “Y/N, just answer the question.”
You checked your surroundings and whispered defensively. “For my own sanity, I had to fall back—you even told me to!” 
Riri just listened. 
“Nothing happened beyond what you saw at the club,” You added. “We didn’t kiss, sleep together, none of that…” 
Suddenly the doors parted, making room for Shuri, and silencing you and Riri. 
“Y’all need to talk,” Riri insisted, eyes darting between you and Shuri. “Let me get back to work.”
“I have to work, too,” You said, shaking your head. “Did you want to talk to me?” You looked at Shuri searchingly, who wore a stoic expression. 
She looked at you for a moment. Then, she shook her head. “No, you can go in.”
~
To make up for her moodiness, Shuri treated her team out that same night. She mingled with her staff—except for you. Though beneath her shades, she kept a watchful eye on you. There was something about you that warranted her protection. She knew how the club and how people could be. 
She was surprised to see you drinking. Though, your reaction to the liquor was comical. You spit it out just as fast as you’d sipped it. This caused you to stain your clothes. Riri was hysterical. Fortunately, as Shuri presumed, Riri accompanied you to the bathroom.
Suddenly, a manicured hand reached for Shuri’s tapered cut but was intercepted by Okoye. 
“Sorry, general, I just wanted to dance with the Queen, is that okay?” The woman responded mildly exasperated. Okoye looked at Shuri, who nodded. Okoye moved back to her position on the side but kept her eye on the woman. 
Shuri’s shielded eyes traveled up the woman’s curvaceous frame. She allowed the woman to wrap her arms around her neck. The intensity of the woman’s perfume practically burned Shuri’s nose. Shuri turned her face, wincing, and gently holding the woman’s waist. 
“I’m sorry,” Shuri told the woman before excusing herself. Okoye and Aneka following her. 
Shuri went to the ladies’ room where you and Riri still were.
“Just take it to the cleaner’s, it’ll be alright,” Riri was saying as you furiously attempted to rid the purple stain from your cream-colored number.
“Hey Shuri,” Riri said in between a chortle. “Do you see this?”
Shuri gave a half-smile. “I don’t know why you were drinking to begin with.”
You looked at her through the mirror. “Because I can.”
Shuri just smirked and you watched as she splashed some cold water on her face.
“Don’t ask,” she said, knowing she had yours and Riri’s attention.
“Oooh, they’re playing my song!” Riri exclaimed. “I’m sorry, Y/N, Shuri is gonna have to take over, I’ve been in here long enough.” She rushed out the door.
“I might as well just suck it up,” You sighed, defeated. 
Shuri removed her leather jacket and held it out to you. Looking at it and then her, you softly declined. 
“Suit yourself,” she said, sniffing into a paper towel.
“What happened to you?” 
Shuri finished with the paper towel, her nose reddening. “This woman, her perfume was overpowering.”
You burst into giggles.
“You’re laughing, but it made my nose hurt,” Shuri said, smiling small. You laughed harder when she started sneezing. 
“Okay, that’s enough,” she said, rolling her eyes playfully after wiping her nose once more. 
“Yeah, you better keep your jacket, girl.”
“Hush.” 
“Make me.” You then chuckled. Shuri cornered you and you quickly grabbed her hands. You held up her tattooed hand and admired it again. “I was supposed to get mine.”
“Oh, you didn’t get it?” You shook your head. “I can take you.”
Shuri was amused and moved by you analyzing and tracing her tattoo. She also secretly enjoyed your touch. “You’re just trying to get out of being tickled,” she said. 
You tightened your hold on her hands even more making her cackle. 
“I love your hands,” You blurted.
For the first time you saw her blush. “Yeah? What do you love about them?”
“They’re strong yet delicate. Just like you.” You smiled. 
“You’re so corny, Y/N.” 
“Yeah, whatever, I told no lies.” You turned away from her. 
Shuri backed you against the counter, making you yelp. She learned it was because you got some water on you. Her mouth was covered by her own hand in shock. You pushed her away from you.
“I am so sorry!”
You grumbled and went towards the door, Shuri fast on your tail. 
“Come on, I have clothes in my car,” she said. 
“Y/N, what happened now?” Riri questioned when Shuri announced that you were leaving. 
“This one got me wet,” You said, sternly pointing at Shuri. 
“In what way?” Riri wriggled her eyebrows.
“Riri, don’t start, I’m embarrassed as it is,” You retorted. “Shuri, let’s go.”
Riri smiled. “I’m just glad to see y’all like this again.”
“How are you getting home?” Shuri asked her. “You should come with us.”
“Kenya is meeting me here.”
“Let’s just wait until she gets here,” Shuri suggested to you, to which you readily agreed. You both went outside and she fetched a pair of basketball shorts and a sports bra for you to change into in the backseat. Shuri, Okoye, and Aneka waited outside.
When you’d already finished, moments later, Shuri opened the car door.  “I just met Kenya at the door. We’re good to go.” She looked you and up and down and smiled. “Don’t you look cute.”
Shuri took you home, but didn’t let you get out of the car just yet. Instead of discussing what she wanted to with you during the ride, she chose to bring it up now. 
“I’m just gonna come right out and say it…I’ve fallen for you. I know it’s only been going on three weeks, but not a day goes by that I don’t think of you and wish I could be right there. It was torture when you pulled back, then to top it off, you were dating that Zen-daya girl. I was miserable, angry, and confused, and taking it out on my team, which wasn’t cool. I never expected to fall for you let alone anyone. Not so fast, not like this. But here I am…not wanting or thinking about anyone but you.” 
Your mouth was ajar. This time you’d gasped albeit quietly. 
“True story,” Shuri confirmed. 
“…I was not expecting that!”
“Hmm.” She smiled to herself. 
You were truly flabbergasted. You had heard that Shuri was a player, plus you were her employee—you didn’t imagine she only wanted you and all to herself.
As if reading your mind, she continued, “I know you’ve heard…bad things about me when it comes to my dating life, and I want you to know I will prove to you that none of this is a game to me.” Her eyes held yours in earnest. After a beat, she laughed some, grasping your chin. “You should really close your mouth before something goes in it.”
“I’m truly flabbergasted…”
Shuri nodded. “This is a lot to take in, so I’ll give you as much time as you need. I promise I’ll be patient.” She leaned over the console and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Let’s get you inside, yeah?”
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i’m so sorry to ask this if someone already has, but i feel like i’m going crazy because i can’t find this one fic and i’m starting to think i made it up??
it’s post-dressrosa where luffy makes law exchange hearts with him so he can make sure law doesn’t do anything stupid (like k!ll himself). i remember it being angsty… like law was basically su!c!dal because he spent years planning to take down doffy and now that it’s over, he feels lost & doesn’t know what to do.
it’s not “your heart, to keep me with you” or “feel the rhythm in my chest” or “exchanging of the hearts.” i’ve reread all three of those fics and none of them are the one i’m remembering.
i will seriously cry if you find this because i feel like i’ve been searching for at least a year. but if you can’t find it and have any other fics where they switch hearts, i’ll gladly take those too! you’re out here doing the lord’s work 😭 thank you so much!
Hi lovely reader,
could this be the fic you are looking for?
Acclimating by justira (E)
There are things that Law learns the hard way. One is that, if you involve yourself in Luffy's life, the Strawhats will involve themselves in yours. The other is that he is allowed to want, sometimes. In which Luffy is goodness, and light, and love, and the Strawhats all saw it coming.
-Mod Raiya
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Hi hun, can you do one one shot where reader writes erotic stories (no a fanfiction really) an Loki finds it (like she publish them on her blog). He doesn't say anything, but keep reading it, (he is in love with her) and one night he get so frustrated and have to go to her room, she has no idea, he trapped her between the door and him, and is all sexy (you know, sensual deep voice), and if you feel comfortable can be smut ♡
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A/N: I really REALLY liked writing this one 😈. Thank you to the Nonny who requested it. I'm sorry this took a while to finish. I promise to get to all my requests soon. Pairing: Loki x Female Reader Word Count: 3.7k Warnings: Fluff and Smut. Dom!Loki, praise kink. Dividers by: @firefly-graphics
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The sound of your dulcet giggles carried itself across the room to where Loki was sitting. You and Natasha were sitting down, sharing a screen, and reading something entertaining.
You covered your mouth in a gasp as she giggled in her seat. “Natasha Romanoff, you naughty girl!” you exclaimed.
“Me?! Didn’t you just read that last paragraph, Mommy?” She fired back. The dark hue of your blush almost turned purple. “I can’t believe people are writing this about us?”
“What are you two going on about?” Loki asked, his curiosity getting the better of him. He strode over the short distance to where you two sat.
“Nothing!” you said as you stashed your tablet behind you, having been caught doing something you weren’t supposed to.
Loki waved his fingers and your tablet appeared in his hands. “Hey!” You stood up to grab it back, but Loki was already reading the explicit contraband. He held his hand out to your forehead, holding you back. Your arms flailing around trying your hardest against the god’s strength.
Loki only read a few lines before he realized what the two of you were reading. Natasha only laughed as she registered his expression. His eyes grew round and wide. His mouth opened to shock and awe.
He could only handle so much before he sat down on the sofa, right where you had been sitting. Loki held the tablet and scanned the filthy words on the screen. His eyes darted back and forth to you quickly – standing in front of him, fidgeting.
“What exactly am I reading?” Loki asked aloud.
“It’s fanfiction,” Nat said.
“Fan…fic…tion.” Loki annunciated each syllable to drive the point.
“Yes. Our fans have written little narratives of us in their heads and are sharing it with other fans.” Nat continued.
“And this -” Loki pointed to the words on your tablet. “Is the narrative that goes on in their heads?”
“Some are cute! There are romantic ones in there.” You corrected, slightly embarrassed.
“Oh! So you’ve read some of these, have you?” Loki teased. “So what’s this business about calling you, mommy?” He asked deviously as he leaned back into a comfortable position. You blushed darker. Nat just laughed at the situation.
You shuddered, hiding your face in your hands, “I am not explaining kinks to you, Loki. So help me God.”
“I’m right here, love, and I don’t think I’ll need help there.” He trailed off, still reading.
“Come on babes. You have to find it endearing somewhat?” Nat said to you.
“Oh, I totally do! It’s just…” You looked straight at Loki who was busy reading the story in his hand to notice your stare. “…nothing. Never mind.” You ended.
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Later that night, Loki ended up finding the website you were on and started reading on his own. There were all manners of stories, from all different types of entertainment.
He centered on the stories around the team. There were scenarios for everybody. Even some for that android that the witch is betrothed to. I wonder if the rest of the team knows that these exist?
Loki narrowed his search. He found some dedicated blogs that wrote about you unreservedly. Some were romantic and light, as you said. Others were darker and wicked. Lewd images popped in his head as he continued reading scenarios involving you.
His hand involuntarily roamed in between his legs. Relieving himself to thoughts of you, written by strangers.
He was addicted.
Addicted to thoughts of you. To reading about you and the debased words written on the screen. He would visit the website almost every night. He would feel a sort of closeness to you that he savored. His imagination only fueled the interactions you had with each other during the day.
Loki came upon you cooking in the kitchen one time. Your headphones were on, dancing to the melody in your ears. He lingered for a while, watching you sway your hips, extending your chest out to a private show only Loki could see.
He pictured some of the more explicit stories he’s read, just by watching you dancing. He couldn’t wait till tonight to see what new stories he’d be able to read.
You turned around, surprised to find him watching you. You jumped slightly, then took your headphones off. “Loki, you scared me. How long have you been there?”
“Long enough.” He said with a smirk.
“Lunch will be ready soon.”
“I can’t wait. Thank you.”
The next night, a new story popped up on his feed. It was from an author he’d never read before. What caught his attention most was that it was about him.
Loki didn’t search for stories about him. He didn’t realize there would be any interest. He was curious about what a fanfiction story regarding himself would be like.
As he read through it, the situation started to become familiar. The reader was an Avenger working in the tower where most of the team resided.  They were in the kitchen making dinner, and Loki happened upon them dancing to the music playing in the background. It was almost similar to what happened yesterday, with you.
~ Loki caged you in between his arms and the counter. You could feel his hard length press behind you through the thin fabric of your shorts.
“Loki! You scared me. How long…” your words were interrupted by the feel of his soft lips on your collar as he pulled your shirt down. His nose ran up the length of your neck, stealing your words, muddling your thoughts.
“Long enough for you?” he asked as you felt the rigidity of his aching cock. His hands roaming your body, pulling you flushed against him. “I can’t wait any longer…” ~
Loki didn’t know how to feel. Confused? Flattered?
Yes. Definitely flattered.
It was pleasing to think that someone out there liked him enough to write about him. That they liked him enough to write something so uninhibited; made it feel mischievous – taboo.
Reading the story again, he supposed it’s a very general occurrence. To come up on someone dancing in the kitchen. Then subsequently wanting to fuck them to Valhalla. Norns, he wanted to do that with you the other day too. He continued the rest of the story, impressed by the imagery and detail. But not thinking too much about it. So, he bookmarked the author as a favorite.
Days later, another instance of bizarre déjà vu occurred when Loki sat down on his bed and read a different story from the same author.
~ He looked tired and beat. His arms spread out on either side of him wanting to relax. You looked around to see that you were both alone in the jet.
You strode in between his legs and knelt down as your hands trailed down his strong chest towards his muscular thighs. His head straightened up as he asked, “What are you doing?”
“Just relax. Let me take care of you,” you whispered as you slowly untied his leather trousers, pulling his pants further down to give you access to his growing cock.
“Darling, we could get caught.” He said trying to stop you.
“That’s half the fun.”
“Are you sure?” he asked. You answered by giving him a strong lick at the tip of his cock. You could taste his sweet early offerings and it made him shudder in anticipation.
He grabbed your hair with one hand and pumped his dick with the other. “Open.” He commanded. And you complied.
You looked up into his darkened eyes and stuck your tongue out as an invitation. He sank his red-hot cock inside your mouth. Inch by aching inch.
He was growing impatient inside your tight lips. He grabbed you on either side of your head and bucked into you fully. His forceful attack made you gag. The sound turned him on even more as he continued to fuck your mouth senselessly. ~
Loki couldn’t believe what he was reading. His breathing got heavier and tighter. Wasn’t it just the other day that you both came back from a mission? He remembered sitting in one of the seats, taking a break from helping unload the cargo off the plane. His arms rested open on either side of him as his head leaned back onto the wall of the jet, hoping to get a little respite. Just like in the story. Then you came up to him and asked if he was ok.
“Go, Loki. I can handle the rest.” You offered.
“Are you sure?”
“Ya. You look really tired. Just relax.”
“Thank you, my dear. I owe you.”
“I’ll hold you to it.” You smirked as Loki got up to leave.
He remembered seeing something darken in your eyes. But he dismissed it, thinking he was just tired.
“No! It couldn’t be.” Loki said aloud.  “Could it?” There was such detail in the story. The description of the jet. His sitting position on the seats. The account of his pants being tied on and not buttoned. How could anyone know that, unless…
Loki clicked on the author’s page.  The first post to come up was a list of all their works. Loki only recognized the recent two, but apparently, they’ve been writing for a lot longer and for a lot more people than him.
There were stories about the Captain. Some were about Sgt. Barnes. There was even one about Agent Romanoff. The more recent ones were about him, however. He felt unprompted pride over that fact.
As he read through most of them, Loki noticed minute details in their portrayals. Specifics that no one should know unless they lived at The Tower. He decided to test this theory out.
It took a while, but he found you down at the boxing ring in the gym training. Perfect.
“Hello, darling,” Loki said coming up to you.
“Oh. Hey, Loki,” you responded.
“Can I join you?”
“Sure.” You accepted. Loki went to put on some punching mitts and got into the ring with you. You circled each other once. With precision and speed, you aimed for his temple, but Loki was quicker and had the mitt by his head to fend off your attack.
“You know, I’ve been reading that website. Ever since you presented it to me.” Loki started.
“I didn’t present anything to you. You took my tablet, remember?” You jabbed again, this time straight for his nose. He swatted away your assault and continued.
“I found some very concerning stories on there. By some mysterious writers.”
“I’m not surprised you found something you didn’t like. Do you not read the tags or the warnings?”
“Who said I didn’t like them? They were intriguing and playful. Some were just downright wicked.” Loki’s smile grew. “I quite like this one author I discovered, who writes about me.” Loki quickly tapped your head with his mitt. You gave him a surprised look and narrowed your eyes.
“Looking up stories about yourself? You’re so vain.” You teased.
“Oh, I didn’t look this up, my dear. It just showed up on my homepage. And imagine to my surprise when it was written about me. Naturally, I was curious. So, I read it. The detail and the imagery were very well put together.” He followed you with his eyes. He noted your quickened heartbeat, your flushed cheeks, and your uneven breathing.
“So what do you go there for if not to read about yourself?” you asked trying to distract him. You launched into a front jab.
“I was reading stories about you,” he confessed. His words rang in your head causing you to misstep. It registered too late and your frontal attack wavered at his declaration making you miss your target and stumble.
Loki caught you before you hit the mat. “Darling are you alright?” he turned you over to face him. His arms wrapped around your body securely. “Or maybe I should call you anonymousavenger48? I mean that is your name on the website, is it not?” His voice was low and deep. It tickled in your ear making you shiver and close your eyes.
“I – I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said flustered. His face was mere inches from yours. You could see his eyes dancing with mischief.
“That’s too bad. I guess I was wrong in my assumption.”
“You were reading stories about me?”
“Yes. I especially like the ones where they imagine us together. Such depravity.” Loki whispered. His breath fanned your face. You could almost feel his lips touch yours. “I have imagined us countless times using those stories.” His grip on you got tighter. His voice got deeper.
“You have?” you said barely audible.
“Mhmm.” Then Loki stood and righted you up. “Oh, well. I mean, I told myself that there was no way you would ever feel that way about me. And I guess I was right. But you know I had to see. I had to try.” Loki gave you a pat on the arm and strode out of the ring. “Thank you for the spar, darling.” He yelled out.
He left you wet and thirsty in the middle of the ring. You took off your gloves and threw them onto the mat, anger and spite rising within you. “So that’s how you want to fight? Then let’s fight.” You whispered to yourself.
Loki had to get out of there quickly. It took all his strength to not ravage you there on the floor and reenact some of the more decadent stories that plagued his mind. Your innocent eyes looking up at him. Your dark cherry lips inviting him closer. Gahh, I need to remedy this, quickly, he thought as he sought the privacy of his chambers.
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The next couple of nights were some of the most excruciating and lust-filled nights either of you ever had. Your little bout in the gym had fueled countless stories for you to write about.
Endless notifications from your followers thanking you or sincerely wondering if you’re getting enough sleep from all the stories you seem to be writing and putting out.
In truth, you had a bunch of works cached on your laptop. You wrote whenever you had the time or were inspired to and just kept them stored in hopes to release them sporadically every few days.
But when Loki played you, you felt an undeniable urge to make him pay. Make him crave after you as desperately as he had left you. You thought of the sexiest most deprived things you’d ever wanted him to do to you and just typed it out on the screen.
If he was reading this, then let him squirm a little bit. Let him stew in that lust-filled haze and then you’d innocently come up to him and flirt to high-heavens thinking he wouldn’t do anything about it.
That was your first mistake. Thinking that you could go head-to-head with the god of mischief. Days and nights happen and not a single word from him. Not a whimper, a nod. Not even a secret glance was thrown your way. You were on the verge of giving up. You were only making yourself more desperate. Your promiscuous attempts at flirtation were only met with excuses and hasty retreats back into his own private quarters.
The second mistake was thinking he wouldn’t retaliate and do anything about it. The moment you had given up, the moment you thought it was safe, he attacked you with full force.
You were typing a field report on your laptop in the conference room. You didn’t notice him marching outside the glass windows of the room. Only when he slammed the door closed did you look up from your screen.
“Writing another one of your stories to torture me with?” Loki said pointing to you. You narrowed your eyes at him and were confused. The field report was hardly anything to be angry about…OH SHIT! Your eyes widened in alarm. “I know you’re the one writing those fictitious stories pet. Don’t deny it this time.”
“Okay then. I won’t” You said smugly. You stood up, leaning over the desk, resting your hands on the cool wood, challenging him. He turned on the switch for the electronic smart glass, making the glass panes of the conference room opaque and cloudy.
Loki circled you. One by one the window panes turned murky, following his footsteps. Each turn, each step, heightened the growing fear and excitement inside you.
You unconsciously backed yourself towards the exit, reaching for the knob. But Loki got to you quicker. He reached behind you and turned the lock, inexplicably trapping you inside with him.
“So you confess? That it was you who wrote those deviant words I’ve been reading every night?”
“Every night?” You whispered in shock. Loki had trapped you between him and the door. The coolness of the glass seeps through the fabric of your shirt. His knee separated your thighs as he intruded in your personal space.
“Do you really think that I would let you get away with it? That I don’t know what you were up to?”
“And what is it that I’m up to?” You let out moans as he continued to rub his muscular thighs against your aching clit. You turned your head, biting your lip.
“So responsive.” He said appreciatively as he ran his nose up your neck to nibble at the shell of your ear. You let out a whimper as he smiled into you diabolically. “Last chance to stop me, kitten.”
You didn’t want him to stop. You had wanted him from the moment you laid eyes on him. It’s what prompted you to start writing your stories. To put your dirty imaginations on paper. You grabbed his hard cock through the leathers of his pants and ran your hands up and down his bulging prick as your answer. He whimpered at the contact, then growled.
He turned you around quickly. Your back to his chest, and he pushed you up against the door. “This is for me. Do you understand, darling? This will be your punishment for making me obsess over you every night.” He nipped at your ear. When you had said nothing but whimpered, he tugged your hair back lightly. “Say it.”
“Yes,” you moaned. He tugged again. “Yes, sir.” You corrected.
“Good girl.” He reached in front of you and unbuttoned your jeans. He pulled them down quickly, along with your panties, as he worked on untying his own trousers.
He propped your delicious ass up slightly to give him better access and was pleasantly surprised that you were already dripping and waiting for him to enter.
“You’ve been waiting for me haven’t you?”
“Yes sir”
“How badly do you want my cock inside you.”
“Desperately, sir.” You whimpered. And without warning, Loki thrust inside your tight heat, making you both moan out loud.
He started bucking into you. Not waiting for you to adjust. Each hard thrust was angry and passionate. He pushed you further against the door, your back sliding flushed against his chest, hoping that no one passed by. Even with the smart glass on, people would still be able to see the outline of your body being pounded from behind.
“Loki…” you wept. “I’m cumming.” He wrapped his hand around your mouth and stuck two of his fingers inside your lips.
“Don’t you dare!” he said panting in your ear. “This is for me, remember kitten. Be a good girl and hold it. Now, suck!” he commanded. “Keep quiet. You don’t want anyone to see you like this, do you? All hot and pathetic for my cock.” Your eyes rolled back at his salacious words. You sucked on his two fingers and ran your tongue in between them.
Loki felt you tighten around him. He rutted into you quickly and severely. He couldn’t help it anymore.
He lost all control when he saw you on your laptop here in the conference room. You were typing away, no doubt, imagining more lewd thoughts about how he would take you. 
He had to have you. He needed to feel you around his cock. Wrapping him, squeezing him, milking him for all he’s worth.
“Oh, fuck! Kitten, you feel so good.” He looked down and watched as his thick cock re-entered your glistening folds. “Unh…”
“Loki, please.” You begged around his fingers.
“No!” he said forcefully. “Be a good girl now and I promise I’ll make you scream my name over and over again tonight,” he vowed. You continued to suck on his fingers, trying to distract yourself from the growing sensation on your clenched pussy.
He moaned in your ear. He grunted and praised. The echo of his undoing rang in your ears. And you swore you would never forget the sound. The sound of him finding his release inside you. His pleasure.
When he grew still, he took his fingers out of your mouth, and you sucked on them slowly, biting the pads as they passed your teeth.
He dismounted you quickly, placing his forehead on the crook of your shoulder. “You’re amazing, darling. Thank you.” He said as he kissed your neck. You tried rubbing your legs together, creating friction in between your thighs.
Loki spanked you, a sharp slap that reverberated across the room. He bent down to pick up your panties and jeans then placed them up over your now-red ass. “Good girls do as they’re told. Don’t come until I tell you to.” He reached around to your front and buttoned you up securely in your jeans.
“Yes, sir.” You said meekly, out of breath, as you watched him stuff himself back inside his trousers.
He unlocked the door and opened it. Before he left, he gave you a devastating kiss on your lips. “Tonight, after our private dinner, I was thinking we could reenact one of my favorite stories of yours. Would you like that kitten?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” He said placing a stray hair of yours behind your ear. Then he left, switching the smart glass off. You felt exposed as the windows cleared up giving you a full view of the common room outside.
You took deep, slow breaths as you tried to center yourself and process what just happened. You quickly went to your laptop, shutting down the field report to start writing a new story.
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Could u write a recom lyle x curvy reader 18+ plz
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This is the first time I've done a request, and I thank you for the opportunity! I hope you enjoy it.
I wasn't able to keep it short, my brain just sort of took the idea and bolted with it. That being said, I'm willing to continue it if people are interested in it.
This is very much 18+ so minors GTFO
Recom Lyle Wainfleet x Na'vi/Avatar curvy reader Established-ish relationship
Warnings: Angst, torture, smut, filthy language, threats of involuntary kuru removal, Quaritch is his own warning even if he's not the pairing, some fluff
Words: 8.3k+ it turned into a doozy
You'd always enjoyed the morning, the birds singing beautiful songs as the forest began waking to the warmth of sunrise. It was those little moments of blissful peace that helped you after the war, helped to heal the hurt that had been left behind. You breathed the dewy air deeply as some of the first rays of sunlight caressed your face. "Mom!" A voice called, breaking the peace, though it was welcomed. 
You turned your soft smile onto the newcomer "Morning, Spider." You hummed the words, a bright warmth filling your chest at the sight of the boy. "Are you ready for the hunt, my son?" Your smile became wide as he nodded vigorously.
Without wasting anymore time or words, you whistled for your Ikran, the great beast roaring its own morning greeting as it came to rest on the platform the both of you stood on, large wings beating at the air until she felt comfortable in her perch. She was a gorgeous beast, a sandy yellow that reminded you of the Sahara at sunrise, crisscrossed with intricate striping that was a burgundy purple instead of black, her chin crest, tail fan, and the very tips of her kuru were a bright, vibrant red. She preened under your affectionate smile, cooing as you rubbed her forehead. She purred as you made tsaheylu, leaping up on her back before reaching a hand for Spider. She nuzzled his head as he passed, watching as he took your hand and climbed up onto the saddle, grabbing onto the handle you'd made just for him. With a quick chirp from you, she was leaping off the woven platform, freefalling towards the forest floor for mere moments before her wings snapped open, jerking the three of you into leveling out before she dug her powerful wings into the air, purchasing speed and exhilaration with minimal effort. 
Spider whooped loudly as she dove again, following the path of a waterfall, the spray barely getting you both wet before she was leveling out again. She enjoyed these moments as much as you did, finding peace in the currents of the wind much like you did in the sun. She continued to fly until reaching the desired location; a large tree that, while not nearly as big, was reminiscent of Hometree. "So, what exactly are we hunting?" Spider asked as you both dismounted Issa, surveying his surroundings as he spoke, bow already in hand and ready. 
"Yerik," You answered as you pulled your own bow off your shoulders, checking the string's integrity before patting Issa's muzzle with wordless praise. "We'll need to be quick and quiet, scouts say that RDA activity has ramped up as a whole in the forest." You both shared a frown as Issa left the branch you were standing on, not leaving with her usual roar, as though she was taking being quiet to heart. "Let's focus on getting down for now, then we can worry about any unwelcomed company." You ordered gently, taking his mind off the possibilities and back to the situation at hand. He didn't argue as you both made your way inside the tree's trunk, leaping from inner branch to inner branch, spiraling ever downwards until it reached the forest floor. As soon as your feet met the rich dirt he was looking to you for instruction, for advice. You nodded to him with a patient smile, resolved to have him lead the hunt, to track down his prey. 
The boy was like a bloodhound, his nose practically to the trail as you followed behind him at a crouch, ears swiveling for danger, always ready to help or defend. Deep in the thick foliage a small herd of Yerik grazed, grunting and chirping between each other as the male kept his eyes out for any danger. Though he never saw either of you. Right as Spider began lining up a shot, the air in the forest changed, charged with danger, the air filled with an unfamiliar scent that bore both the scent of the Na'vi, and the sterility of a lab. Your hackles raised as your widened eyes began looking for anything wrong, your ears moving and twitching at the smallest of sounds. Even the Yerik were disturbed, the male sounding a warning before the whole herd was gracefully prancing deep into the low foliage. "Mom, what's wrong?" Spider asked as he finally began picking up the change. 
"I don't know." You murmured as you lowered further, very nearly straddling the ground with the depth of your crouch. Bootsteps could be heard as the birds went silent, leaves catching on bulky clothing like alarm sirens, loud breathing from untrained lungs "Spider, hide. Get back to Issa." You ordered firmly, your tone leaving him no room to argue. 
You could practically feel his brow furrowed as he stared at you indignantly "What about you?" He asked in a whisper, not daring to be any sort of loud "you're coming too right?" You looked back at him, at the worry plain in his eyes. 
"I'll be right behind you," You promised, though you weren't entirely sure it was the truth "Just call for Issa and get on her back. She'll know what to do." You instructed, though it was a well rehearsed song and dance by now, having spent months drilling both Issa and Spider, teaching the both of them how to communicate without the use of a kuru. He nodded with a gulp, but was slow to retreat into the foliage, looking between you and the coming danger with wide, uncertain eyes. "Go, Spider. Run!" You ordered in a soft whisper, tone not matching the words, but you could hear the incoming danger as plain as day just ahead. With a heavy swallow he nodded, finally moving with haste, leaving you alone to survey and deal with the threat. 
You slid under better cover, a thick clump of ferns next to a large tree providing decent enough cover as you waited, ears low against your head as though they wanted to be stealthy as well. You didn't have to wait long, they came marching from the underbrush in a pretty single file line, though they weren't marching. They all had guns of various kinds in hand, all of them alert and listening to their surroundings. They all looked Na'vi, making your eyes widen with shock and your blood freeze, all of them looked like they could be part of the People. If it wasn't for the fatigues, you would have thought they were regular Avatars. "Are you sure you heard voices?" The one in the lead asked the woman next to him, his face drawn into a gentle scowl as he glanced down at her. His voice though, it made shivers run up and down your spine, your stomach twisting painfully, begging to release its contents. Colonel Miles Quaritch was supposed to be dead... but dead he was not. Obviously. 
Fear sprang anew in your chest, your eyes locked on his accursed figure, your ears ringing so badly that you almost missed the woman's next words. Almost "The tracks lead down a bit more." They were tracking you and Spider, and you'd been none the wiser! If they were that capable at tracking, it was only a matter of time before they found you, found Spider. Fear and anxiety began playing unpleasant scenarios in your head, what they'd do to him for any little scrap of information. 
The sudden rush of anger pressed your ears tight to your scalp, you teeth flashing to the ferns as you decided that wasn't going to happen, not while you drew breath. You didn't hesitate as you popped up, drawing an arrow before quickly releasing it, not giving the Avatars a chance to be alarmed. "NA'VI!" One of them yelled as another fell with a dull thud, the arrow buried in his chest before another arrow was flying to find a home in someone else. Bullets flew as you practically danced and leapt, staying just one step ahead of the RDA Avatars, using the landscape to your advantage. 
All too soon you were out of arrows, having left your hip quiver at home. What use was a quiver of arrows while hunting? It was noisy and cumbersome. You pulled your knife with a snarl, the black stone blade gleaming wickedly at the promise of blood before you were pouncing on your prey. He barely had time to react, letting out a sharp "Oof!" As you both collided, his rifle going flying from his hand before he collided with the ground. He was wheezing as he grabbed your left arm, your right up and poised to sink the knife into his heart, his other hand up in a preemptive attempt to catch your strike. Something nagged at the back of your mind as you snarled angrily down at him, something familiar about him that both set you at ease and made pain thunder through your chest. You didn't have time to ponder it, not in the middle of a fight, so you brushed it aside as you brought the knife down. You didn't care it he tried to stop fate, you'd still kill him. But the man had other plans, flipping you both before your strike could land, pinning you to the forest floor as his hand clamped around your right wrist hard enough to hurt, a gloating little smirk on his stupid face as you snarled and struggled under him. The position he had you in didn't help matters either, the large male nestled between your legs like he was made to be there. His smirk morphed to shock after a few moments, his eyes wide and his pupils dilated as some sort of realization passed through him "Y/n...?" He asked softly, his voice... and the way he said your name... bringing you back to those short days before the war. 
You blinked up at him, that nagging growing stronger as you panted, chest heaving so hard it was almost like it was reaching for his "Lyle?" You didn't want to believe it was really him, that old pain resurfacing from behind your ribs at his dopey little smile as you said his name, just like it used to when... You shook the thoughts from your mind, having purposely not dwelt on the man in sixteen years for a reason "Heard you were dead." You frowned, turning your head so that you no longer had to look at him. You didn't owe him your full attention, you didn't owe him a damn thing after what he did. 
You could feel his own frown, his eyes boring into the side of your head like he didn't know why you'd iced him so quickly. He didn't get a chance to question you though, the remaining members of his squad reminding the both of you of their presence "Lyle, care to explain what's happening?" Quaritch asked in the same old overly proud way that he used to. It was sad to see some things never change. 
Lyle looked back down at you, still frowning as he held you in the uncomfortable position "Sir, this is my wife, Y/n. She's an Avatar driver like Augustine." 
"You don't get to say that name!" You snarled up at him, voice suddenly ragged with the echoes of pain and anger, your teeth snapping in his face. You began struggling under him again, trying to get your knife hand free to stab the asshole like you should have sixteen years ago. Your struggling made him grunt with effort, his grip on your wrists unwavering , even as you locked your legs around his lower ribs and began squeezing. 
He gasped raggedly for breath as his grip released your left wrist, his hand trying to pry your legs loose as he struggled to breath properly. You might not have looked like the typical Na'vi woman in shape, but that didn't mean you were any less strong, any less able. Your thighs were a matter of pride to you, strong enough to crush skulls, or keep you on the bare back of a spooked Pali with little difficulty. You tried to pry his remaining hand off your wrist as he struggled against you, not able to turn enough to just grab the knife. But the struggle was short lived, others helping Lyle get free from your clutches, though it took two Avatars per leg to release him, one standing on your right arm so that you couldn't get your knife free. You hissed in anger as someone pulled his gasping form away, the aggressive sound coming from deep in your belly and promising bloodshed and pain to anyone who was stupid enough to get close enough to your teeth. That didn't stop the four from restraining you, managing to manhandle you onto your stomach as they painfully twisted your arms behind your back, forcing your hand to release the knife before they cuffed you once below the elbows and again at your wrists. "She sure missed you." Quaritch teased Lyle with a chuckle, moving until he was crouched near your head, just shaking his head with amusement as you hissed again, though the sound wasn't as strong as the first, nor as long and deep. 
"I'd say she's gone pretty native, don't you, Wainfleet?" A different woman laughed mockingly before bubblegum popped. You could barely see her from the corner of your vision, the colorful tattoos on her arms setting her out from every single other Avatar around her, as well as her being the only other female. You'd killed the other one with an arrow to the head. 
"Always has been wild," Lyle chuckled breathlessly, though you could hear the hurt tinting his voice, as though he didn't understand why you were acting that way "'Only a strong woman could keep you in check' is what my Mama used to say." He gloated as he absently rubbing at his aching ribs, watching you as you flattened your ears at him. You wanted to throw how ashamed his mother would be at him, but refrained, not wanting to drag the poor old woman's memory into the tense moment. You'd loved her like your own mother, learned everything that she had to offer about quilting and cooking and gardening, had helped her as much as you could between classes, moving in to take care of her even more whenever Lyle was on deployment. She'd passed away from cancer at only seventy-three, leaving broken hearts behind her. You couldn't have asked for a better Mother In Law.  
"Pack her up," Quaritch ordered, looking down his nose at you before standing "we'll take her back to base for questioning. Ain't no way she doesn't have the information we need." The two that grabbed and hoisted you to your feet were unkind, their fingers digging painfully into your biceps as they forced you to walk between them. The trip to their Samsons had been uneventful, no surprises, fauna leaving you all alone, even a hungry pack of Viperwolves were uninterested. You didn't say anything to your captors, not even Lyle when he tried asking about what had happened over the past years. You knew that he didn't understand why you were rejecting him, why you weren't how he expected, but you couldn't find the words, nor the will, to spell it all out for him. "Keep an eye on your blushing bride." Quaritch ordered Lyle before leaving to the other Samson, Lyle nodding silently before helping you inside gently. His touch still gave you goosebumps as you sat down in the middle seat, cursing in your head all the while as he pressed in against you. Another Avatar pressed into your other side, the woman from before catching your eyes and smiling mockingly as she popped her bubblegum again. The entire flight to their base you were uncomfortable, the position and the bindings making you fingers cold and numb, though you didn't dare complain, not wanting to be seen as weak by the enemy. Though that nagging voice in the back of your mind assured you that Lyle wouldn't think you were weak, even as he adjusted the cuffs. 
The choppers weren't even fully landed when you were being pulled from them, your head being forced low as multiple sets of hands restrained you, ensuring that you didn't just take off. Not that you were going to, but it was flattering that they thought you would. Inside the main building of the skeletal base you were taken to a medical room, the cuffs below your elbows taken off, allowing you to relax as you were pushed down to sit on a gurney "Y/n..." Lyle broke the silence as he leaned against a nearby wall, arms crossed over his chest as he watched you with a tight frown. You couldn't help but look at him, the musculature of his arms doing things for you, sending bolts of desire through your core as you imagined them around you, remembered the feel of his hands on your skin. You shook the fantasy away before it consumed you, frowning down at the floor as your shoulders curled in just enough. "Baby, please talk to me." He sighed tiredly, his head hanging for a moment before he pushed off the wall and closed some of the distance slowly. 
"What is there to talk about?" You asked in a monotone, not looking up at the man, though you could still imagine the displeased expression on his face as he sighed again. 
"Tell me what happened, tell me why you can't even look at me!" He ordered, his voice raising in pitch but not volume, like he was being careful to not be overheard by his squad. Your eyes did finally meet his, acknowledged the pain and the glimmer of hope in them. 
"What do you remember?" You asked softly, your fingers becoming like static as they rested at the base of your tail, playing with the leather that wrapped around it. 
He frowned as he took a human sized seat and rolled it in front of you, straddling it in such a way that showed off his thighs. 'Oh Eywa help me resist temptation' You couldn't help but silently pray, realizing more and more that you were still very much physically attracted to the Marine turned Avatar driver. "I remember you asking me to leave the RDA, and me telling you that I couldn't do that. You stormed off before we uploaded our memories onto Soul Drives." 
You frowned at how incomplete his accounting was, at everything that he had missed in that conversation, and the one that had sealed the fate of your marriage, your shoulders sagging with the realization that you were going to have to fill in those gaps for him. "I told you I'd leave you if you didn't stop being such a godless prick to everything Pandoran, that I couldn't, in good conscience, be with someone intent on being my enemy." He blinked owlishly at you, silent in the face of the news "Later, at the Battle For The Tree of Souls, we met on the battlefield, I tried to sway you, one last time. You shot me point blank and left me to die." You gestured with your head to the silvery scar just below your collarbone on the left side, too high to injure your heart, but still high enough to potentially make you bleed out if you hadn't received medical attention when you did. 
His breathing sped up as he slowly stood from his seat, wide eyes locked on the scar. You didn't say a word as he closed the distance as though the wound suddenly had gravity. His touch was gentle, ghosting a fingertip over the raised flesh as he continued to breath heavily "I'm sorry," His voice was a choked croak as it passed his lips, his eyes not meeting yours as watched him "I'm so sorry." He continued, heavy breaths steadily becoming hyperventilation as he continued to touch and stare. "Baby please forgive me, please!" He began begging, surprising you "I would never... will never... please..." He took a stumbling step back, his hand dropping to his side as his eyes finally met yours, filled with the horror knowledge brought. 
Your heart sank, the change in behavior unexpected. He'd never been one to beg for anything, always opting to make you be the one to beg, especially in the bedroom. "It doesn't matter anymore, Lyle." You found yourself saying tiredly, like the weight of the universe had settled itself on your shoulders. "That was sixteen years ago, and you died. We're both currently different people in more ways than one." 
His brows furrowed deeply, pinching the top of his wide nose, his ears tilting downwards as his tail flicked with discontent "I'll never hurt you." He vowed, his tone reminiscent of your wedding day. You'd never heard someone say a simple sentence with such conviction, and he'd fulfilled it almost in entirety. 
You couldn't help the bitter little laugh that peeled itself from your throat, shaking your head slightly in disbelief before you were pinning him in place with a sad gaze "You can't promise that, Lyle." You reminded him "We're on opposing sides of this shit show, and you can't tell me you'll defy orders for me." He looked away, ears and tail falling as though he knew, deep down, that you were right. 
Neither of you said anything else as you waited for something, anything to happen. You shouldn't have been so eager. Quaritch strutted in like he owned the world, a smug little grin pulling at a corner of his mouth "You're relieved, Wainfleet. Go get some rack." He ordered the other man as though he was speaking to a near equal, like he wasn't top dogshit. Lyle was hesitant to leave you with him, knowing what he was going to do, but he nodded and left you there, proving you right. "Now," Quaritch's voice slid over you like primordial ick as soon as the door had slid shut behind Lyle, the smile on his face saccharine sweet and full of dark promise "I'm gonna ask you some questions, and I'd like for you to answer them honestly. Normally, we'd just put you in The Chair, but we need your human body for that. So, if you'd be so kind to tell me where it is so we can go get it, I'd be much obliged." 
You scoffed up at the man, shaking your head at his straight to the point tactic "It's buried 'bout ten feet deep in the forest like all the other dead bodies. You might find Jake's too." 
"So Jake's dead. Then who's leadin' the insurgence?" He asked, brow furrowed with confusion. 
You shook your head at him, rolling your eyes "Jake is," He opened his mouth to argue with you, but you just kept talking, not letting him get a word in "Eywa transferred us both from our human bodies and into our Avatar bodies. We became fully integrated members of society. Guess you'll have to do things the old fashioned way." You were deliberately smug to his face, hiding the fact that you were unsure and almost afraid of the pain, the torture. But not even your tail betrayed your anxiety to the man. 
He watched you for a moment, trying to get a read of your mental state, of how easy it would be to break you. He was going to be in for a rude awakening, whichever path he took. "Alright," He nodded after a moment, sitting in the chair Lyle had previously been in, straddling it as though he was trying to physically intimidate you. While he was the tallest, and most broad Na'vi bodied person you'd ever met, you knew you stood a decent chance against him. His strength and skill was given, yours was hard won. "Tell me where your little base is, and I'll let ya walk free, no harm, no foul, you'll be flown into the forest and you can go keep playing pretend." He smiled as though he was offering you a good deal, like he wasn't insulting an entire way of life, or your intelligence. 
You hummed as though you were in thought, cocking your head to the side slightly since you couldn't tap your chin "Or, I could tell you where to stick that pistol of yours, and how far." You smiled innocently down at him, blinking as though you hadn't just told him to go fuck himself. 
He frowned deeply and stood, eyes hard and focused on you as he began to slowly pace around the gurney you were still sat on "Now, Mrs. Wainfleet, we can either do this politely, or I'm gonna have to physically take every little scrap of intel from you in every way I can." His eyes flashed dangerously as he settled you with a bone chilling smile as he passed by in front of you. 
You sighed as though he'd already intimidated you, like he'd won "Ikran live in the Halleluiah Mountains in places that are called Rookeries. They mate once a planetary year with the same--" Your educational speech was cut short by a large hand snatching your kuru and jerking it hard, pulling you until your head and shoulders were tightly pressed against his chest as he snarled down at you. You couldn't stop the loud yelp that left you, hands gripping eachother tightly since you couldn't grab his to stop him. Tears of pain sprang to your eyes, an involuntary reaction, but one that might have worked to your favor if you could play the damsel card well enough to fool him. 
His free hand clamped around the column of your throat, squeezing just enough to slow blood flow and make you lightheaded, coughing around your tongue as you fought for every ounce of air you could get into your lungs "I'll be nice, once." He warned with slow words as he leaned down, his voice ringing through your ears with an odd clarity despite the situation. "Then I won't." He promised before pushing you forward and off of him, completely letting go as he moved to your front, leaving you to cough and splutter as breath returned to you. His hands planted on either side of your hips as he loomed into your space, forcing you to lean back as far as you could manage, finally able to make use of your hands as you used them as a prop. "Where's your base?" He barked with no real volume, just a lot of intensity to his tone. 
"The same mate for life. Seeing as they're monogamous, they only produce one to three--" You began again where he had last cut you off. His fist interrupted you, crashing into your cheek with a blinding crack that sent you reeling, nearly tumbling off the gurney if he hadn't hauled you back upright by your kuru. You couldn't stop the scream of pain as all your body weight pulled against the fragile appendage, reaching as far back as you could and grabbing ahold of one of his thighs and using it to pull yourself up, easing the strain as much as possible. 
"Where's the base?!" He yelled, wrapping the kuru around his fist twice and gripping it as tightly as possible, spots dancing in your vision as you curled back as much as you could in a bid to ease the pain. 
"Eggs per season! They are devoted parents, so usually, all young--"
"That's it!" He snarled pulling his knife from his back and holding it where you could see it, the fluorescents winking off of the well polished blade almost beautifully. 
You were going to accept your fate, looking up at him as he snarled menacingly down at you, knife inching ever closer to your kuru. You were going to accept it without a peep, resolved to not give him the satisfaction "Colonel!" Broke the atmosphere, pulling both of you away from each other and to the newcomer. 
You turned your head as much as you dared, eyes wide at the sight of Lyle, closing the distance and panting as though he'd just ran a marathon to stop you from getting hurt "You better have a good explanation of this, Lieutenant." Quaritch growled through his teeth, his tail audibly swishing through the air behind you both. 
Lyle stopped where he could easily grab you if he needed to, his hands deceptively relaxed at his sides. He looked almost afraid, an expression you'd never seen on him before. Sure, you'd seen him angry, heartbroken, elated, and contented, but you'd never seen him afraid of anything. So him looking afraid at your predicament made the blood try to freeze in your veins. "Sir, we need a guide, someone who can teach us how to survive in the field. Y/n is our best chance, we can get her to listen." He reasoned, leaning in like he was offering Quaritch a good deal, like he was trying to offer you his closeness and support. He was all you had, your only friend in enemy territory, so you had little choice but to trust him, and accept his help if you wanted to live. 
Quaritch groaned and shook his head like he was going to rebuff the idea, like he was so sure you were so hell bent on rejecting Lyle that you'd reject the idea. "If you need training, all you had to do was ask." You chimed in, leaning back on your hands to relieve some of the discomfort pinching your neck. 
Lyle immediately jumped on your words like you'd promised to teach them rocket science "She's lived here for sixteen years, sir. She knows all the ins and out of the forest, knows how to appeal to the locals. That's the ultimate goal isn't it? Stop the hostilities? She can help, right, Y/n?" He didn't dare signal for you to agree while facing the Colonel, but that didn't stop him from hinting with his words. 
You nodded enthusiastically, though tried to not seem too eager "Peace is mutually beneficial for both sides. And I'm always happy to teach, you can even ask Lyle, it took a couple weeks to teach him how to properly make pasta." You threw in the embarrassing story to help ease the Colonel, almost breathing a sigh of relief when his fist relaxed around your kuru little by little as he thought. 
After a few moments, he sighed, looking between the two of you with a lopsided frown "Alright, you've got one shot at this, if she fucks up, attacks us, or tries to run, I expect you to kill her." He ordered Lyle, half-heartedly jabbing a finger into the middle of his chest. "Your wife, your responsibility. Go get her set up with kit she might need." He completely let go of your kuru, something you were thankful for but didn't move any further for fear of making him hostile again. 
"Of course, Colonel." Lyle nodded, expression serious, eyes carefully guarded though his tail flicked nervously behind him, his ears flat.
"And Y/n," He paused, looking down his nose at you with a glint in his eyes "one toe outta line and I'll happily order your execution. Don't tempt me, don't test my resolve." 
You nodded, your own expression serious "Yes, Colonel." You nodded. You remembered that the Colonel was not a bluffing man, had never been one either. 
Quaritch's steps were measured as he left, making you both wait on baited breath, worried that he'd turn around at any moment and recant his words, finish the job. Neither of you dared to truly breathe until the door was shut behind him, both of you sagging in relief that the danger was finally gone "Turn around." He ordered softly, his fingers motioning for yours. You couldn't turn fast enough, eager to be free of the cuffs as soon as possible. As soon as they were off your wrists you were holding them in front of yourself, rubbing them tenderly as you turned back around to him.   
Neither of you said a word as he had you follow him to a spare storage room that was filled with boxes and vacuum sealed bags of Na'vi sized clothing and equipment, the both of you beginning to search for things that would work for you. "Here, would this work?" He asked, calling your attention to him as you pulled a pair of tactical camo pants from a large box. He was holding a plain fatigue green shirt out to you, though you could already tell it'd have trouble fitting your bust at least. But you humored him, setting the pants down and taking the shirt, only pausing to untie the intricate beadwork that covered your upper torso and top. The shirt fit as you expected it to, tight and uncomfortable on your skin, barely getting over your already restrained breasts. "Fair point." Lyle hummed as soon as you looked back at him, the man trying to hide the lavender tint to his cheeks by turning quickly. You caught a slight tenting in his pants as he turned, that all too familiar spike of excitement flashing through your core. 
You tried the pants when you managed to wrestle the shirt off, throwing the offending article of clothing away before slipping the thinner canvas up your legs. You stopped at your knees to feed your tail through the hole as well as remove the decorative skirt you liked wearing over your underclothes, your loincloth as the humans had once called it. You could feel eyes on you the entire time, acting like you didn't know Lyle was watching your every move like a blushing virgin. The comparison made you pause mentally as you resumed pulling the pants up and absentmindedly cataloging adjustments you needed to make in them. Lyle, Quaritch, and the other Avatars weren't the originals of themselves, they were like echoes, like clones, built from a copy made onto a Soul Drive. None of them were actually who they said they were, not really. It made a pang of loneliness and heartache shoot through your chest as you pulled the pants off, quickly shooting forward and snatching Lyle's smaller knife off his belt before he could stop you "Hey!" He barked in surprise, hand out to stop you from attacking until he realized you had no interest in violence. You made precise cuts in the pants at the waistline and then partway down the hips at the seam, wanting the pants to stretch with you. 
You returned the knife when you were satisfied with the cuts, blinking up at the man that stared at you like you'd spontaneously grown an extra head "Can you help me find a sewing kit?" You asked softly, the sadness of the realization still soaking in your bones. The man in front of you could share familiar features and speech patterns with the man you'd spent more than half your life with once upon a time, but he'd never be him. 
He gulped at your request and nodded silently, helping you look for one while you strutted around in your underwear. You could feel his eyes on you occasionally, flicking your tail slowly like you hadn't noticed, though a large part of you reveled in the attention, was excited by it. It only took a few minutes to find a kit, the needle ridiculously small in your Na'vi sized fingers, but seeing as you didn't have your sewing kit, you'd have to make it work. You sat on the floor as you worked on the pants, reinforcing seams where you'd made cuts and smoothing edged to look better and prevent fraying. When you were done you tried the pants on again, threading through your tail through the hole again before successfully pulling the pants over you hips and securing them over your waist.  They were suffocating and harsh against your skin, already making you sweat down your shins in a temperature controlled environment. You snatched Lyle's knife again, the man not saying a word in protest as he crossed his arms over his chest, and cut the legs off at mid-thigh. 
"Looks cute." He praised as he cleared his throat, calling your attention back to him as you reattached your skirt around your hips, the individual strings falling as they liked as you moved. You didn't miss the tenting in his pants, larger and more noticeable than it had been before. 
You winked at him with a grin, wanting to see how far he'd go, how flustered he'd get "Thanks, Stud." 
His face flushed again, though he schooled himself to look serious, the only give away was his tail flicking excitedly behind him, his ears swiveling constantly, picking up every single sound. "Though, you'll have to take the skirt off again, you need a harness." He looked down at your skirt as he approached with the harness already in hand, every step measured and controlled as he glanced up at you through his lashes. It thrilled you to your core, almost stealing your breath as his pinned you in place with just a look. He grinned smugly, liking the effect he had on you. You did as he asked while maintaining eye contact, your deft fingers undoing the knot and placing the skirt noisily on a nearby box. "Foot up, Peach." Any resolve you'd had, any restraint, left you as he used that pet name. Your mind instant went back to the last time he'd used it, his tongue fucking your pussy like a man starved, his cock fucking the mattress with abandon as he told you that you were as sweet as a peach and as pink as one too. His grin as he dropped to a knee in front of you showed he knew exactly where your mind went, heat flickering under your cheeks as you kept your eyes on him. He slid the harness over one leg, and then the other when you shifted, pulling it up your legs slowly, like he was taking time to memorize how your skin felt against his again. You had to widen your stance when he finally got the harness to your hips, a shuddered breath leaving you as he all but buried his face at the apex of your thighs, breathing deeply and groaning "God, you smell amazing, Kitten." He looked up at you again, his pupils blown with desire, his hands gripping your hips the moment he buckled the harness into place. 
Desire was pulsing in your pussy, making it tingle and beg for his cock, want filling you like the best drug in the universe as you sagged back into the shelf behind you, giving him better access to you. Access that he took advantage of as he began nuzzling and nipping at your clothed sex, his hands pulling you into him more. "Lyle." You breathed softly, a hand finding his head and gripping like he was your lifeline. "Oh fuck, Lyle." You moaned as his nose pressed just right against your clit, your legs spreading more as your foot found a spot on a smaller nearby box, giving him barely restricted access to all of you. 
Suddenly he was gone, pulling away completely, a shit eating grin firmly on his face as your focus snapped up to him "Come on, Baby. Gotta finish getting you set up." You pouted at him as you straightened yourself up, your pussy still dripping with need and your heart beating with desire. 
"You're mean." You sniffed at him before trying to focus on making sure the harness fit properly, vaguely remembering that it couldn't be too comfortable. 
He chuckled at your attempt to distract yourself, deciding to leave you wanting and nearly driven mad by it "Only for you, Peach." He lowered his timbre for you, remembering how it used to drive you wild when you were already needy for him. 
You gasped involuntarily, your thighs tight together as you stared at him like a deer in the headlights, your pupils blown as much as his had been "Lyle!" You admonished wanting nothing more in that moment than for him to bend you over something and fuck you dumb. 
His little gremlin chuckle turned into a deviant giggle as he innocently searched through boxes for anything else you might have needed "What, Sweetheart?" He asked, peeking back at you over his shoulder, still grinning, still giggling "Don't want someone to walk in on us, do you? Want someone to see you drooling over my cock? See me fuck your pretty pussy?" The man knew exactly what he was doing to you and was dragging it out as much as he dared, like he was challenging you to take charge of the situation. 
It was your turn to grin, your tail moving in high, wide arches behind you with the thrill of the mutual chase "That's never stopped us before." You reminded him, tone soft and alluring, drawing more and more of his attention, his pupils and nostrils blow wide at the obvious scent of your arousal "Remember that time in your barracks? Or that time in the car? We woke up everyone both times." His pants were straining against him, a small wet spot beginning to form where the head was. "Seems like I'm not the only one drooling." You purred, winking at him. 
It was suddenly like all resolve snapped, the man practically pouncing on you in a flurry of grasping hands and an eager mouth. He cupped a large hand around the back of your neck and pulled you into a searing kiss, the both of you so eager and needy for the contact that your teeth clacked together, your lips getting bruised in the process. It only spurred the both of you on, hands frantically trying to divest each other of clothing, fingers clumsy in their search for relief. He barely managed the knot that held your top together, the thick fabric giving as soon as the knot was free, your breasts surging forth to their natural state. He groaned appreciatively as his hands instantly found their places kneading your generous bust, each one more than two handfuls and extremely sensitive to his attentions. Your fingers struggled with the button of his pants as you gasped and moaned, his fingers rolling your nipples in an electrifying way. His lips left yours, trailing down your jaw and to your neck, lavishing it with attention as he licked and nipped and sucked at the delicate flesh, pulling at your nipples gently as though goading you to work at his pants faster. His cock sprang free as soon as you pulled his pants down his thighs, the weight of it smacking your stomach, the heat of it already making you drunk on it. He chuckled against your throat as you began pumping it in your hand, brushing your palm against the tip in elliptical drags "Need my cock, Kitten?" He rumbled against you flesh, the vibrations going all the way down to your needy pussy as you leaned your head back with a groan. 
"Please, Lyle," You moaned, your half lidded eyes meeting his as he left your neck, one of his hands slowly leaving your breasts and slowly trailing down to your pants. He had them unbuttoned in one smooth motion, not giving you a chance to pout at the skill before his fingers were finding your clit. "Please." You breathed, your eyes slipping closed as he simply just pressed down on it. You had no doubt that he could feel the rush of slick his mere proximity drew from your heat, the man groaning as his fingers became wet without him trying. 
"You needy little cock whore." He groaned appreciatively "Did you miss my cock, Baby?"
"Uh-huh." You gasped, nodding as quickly as you dared, still pumping his cock as it throbbed in your hand. 
He pressed down harder as he tutted, making you squeal softly from the sudden flood of pleasure "Gotta use your words, Kitten. Or I'm not gonna know what you need." He reprimanded you with a smug little tone, taking charge of the situation like you needed him to. 
"Need," You tried, licking your lips as you looked up at him "need your cock in me, need you to fuck me dumb." You moaned as his fingers began to massage your clit in such a way that his middle finger was dipping into your pussy ever so slightly. 
"So fucking wet for me," He growled, biting gently at your throat. He remembered how you felt about hickies, but he couldn't resist biting you, needed to feel his teeth sink into your giving flesh just a little. "So fucking needy for me." He groaned, plunging his fingers into your hot pussy without warning, stretching you with three of his fingers. His other hand left your breast and immediately began working on pulling your shorts down, not quick enough for your liking as you quickly helped him, making sure to not dislodge his fingers as they pumped in and out of you so deliciously. Without warning his fingers left you empty and dripping, a muttered curse leaving his lips as he realized how messy you'd left his fingers, the long digits absolutely covered in clear slick, strings of it clinging to his fingers as he spread them. He spun you around without a word, fisting his cock with his drenched hand as his other pressed your upper body into the shelf, bending you just enough to give him a beautiful view of you. He didn't give you time to adjust as he thrust into you in one smooth motion, your pussy squelching loudly around him as you both moaned loudly. 
He set a devastating pace almost immediately, thrusting nearly completely out of you before hammering back in, hilting with every stroke, his head practically punching your cervix every time. Your loud moans were better than music to him, rocking back to meet him thrust for thrust, his hands gripping your hips to keep himself steady as he began getting drunk off the pleasure. He grabbed the base of your tail at some point, lifting you to stand on the balls of your feet, completely changing the angle as his head began hitting that spot inside of you, the one that always made you see stars and babble incoherently "Ohhh fuckkk!" You cried as you gripped desperately at the shelf, fingers finding little purchase but you kept gripping anyway. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck Lyle!" You whimpered with every thrust, the coil tightening in your belly as your hands and feet tingled from the neural overload, your legs shaking from the pleasure. "Ohhh! Fuck me so good! So fucking good!" You kept talking as the squelching from your pussy became more obscene, wetter, louder, a small puddle beginning to form between your feet as your pussy drooled around his cock. 
"Gonna cum for me, Baby?" He groaned, pounding into you harder, encouraging you to come undone for him. "Cum for me, Y/n. Please cum on my cock." He ordered, sending you over the edge, your toes curling and your back arching, pressing your chest deeper into the shelf but you didn't care as white engulfed your vision, your legs shaking even more, the hunger in your pussy increasing. "Good girl, good fucking girl." He praised you as he continued to fuck you through it, his pace unrelenting, wanting you to cum as long as you could, wanting you to cum again as quickly as possible. He coaxed your hips higher, practically lifting you the extra inch, finding that spot that kept you cumming all night long if he wanted you too. You were practically screaming in pleasure as your pussy clenched his cock, trying to milk him for every drop of cum he'd eventually give you, his resolve to hold out as long as he possibly could crumbling the tighter and tighter your pussy got around him. "I'm gonna... I'm gonna cum Y/n..." He warned you as his pace lost some of its rhythm, his thrusts becoming insistent, pushing as deep into you as he could.
"Cum in me, need your cum, so fucking addicted to it!" You begged him, thrusting back onto him, needing him as deep as he could go. 
He came within moments, holding you tightly as he forced his cock into your cervix, almost popping it as he pumped thick ropes of his cum into you with low moans and shuddered breaths. It took him nearly a minute to stop cumming, and you took every drop, practically purring the entire time. When he was finally done, he pulled you flush with his chest, nuzzling into your neck and the side of your head, panting softly as his heart thundered against your back. Your hands caressed the back of his as he held you, even after his cock slipped out, a flood of your combined cum gushing to the floor but you couldn't be bothered to care as he just held you "I missed you." He admitted softly before pressing a sweet kiss to your temple, pulling a soft hum from your chest as you pressed into the action. 
"I missed you too," You admitted to him just as softly, turning your head to look at him. You'd missed seeing his handsome face every day, and were looking forward to seeing him more often. You didn't know what the future had in store for the both of you, but you were resolved to meet it beside him. Now that you had him again, you were hellbent on not leaving him again, on teaching him the way of Pandora, of curing his 'insanity' as Mo'at had once called it. 
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As Sweet As Sugar, Part 2
Pairing: Wolffe x F!Reader (no physical descriptions)
Rating: T 
Summary: Part 2 of Wolffe’s first date… see how the date ends 
A.N: Written by @wings-and-beskar. Shout out to the reader who requested “Anything with Commander Wolffe where he is just a sweet kind flirty date?” and to everyone else who encouraged me to try writing for Wolffe <3 Also, yeah I’m definitely a Wolffe girlie (gn) now.
Word Count: 1.2k
Warnings: First kiss and tooth-rotting fluff and romance. 
The date seemed to be going well so far, least as far as Wolffe could tell given his limited dating experience… which was none. The occasional hookup and one-night stand? Sure. Dating, however, was a different story. 
But the easy flow of conversation had to be a good sign… right? 
He’d probably spoken more in the last hour than he had over the last few days. Normally, this would have irritated him to no end. But here, with you? He felt the words pouring out of him freely. You radiated an irresistible warmth and eagerness, a quiet invitation for him to spill his thoughts to you that he couldn’t resist answering.
Oh no.
Was he talking too much? Wolffe suddenly recalled Fox’s advice: “Make sure to ask her lots of questions about herself. And try not to talk about yourself too much. You don’t want to send the poor girl running out the door.”
“I apologize. I feel like we’ve been done nothing but talk about me and the GAR this whole time.” 
“No need to apologize! I quite like hearing about it all,” you said with an easy smile. “I’m ashamed to say I don’t know a whole lot about any of this. Besides, with the way you’ve talked about it, it really seems like the GAR is your family. And there’s nothing wrong with talking about your family.”
“Yeah,” he agreed slowly, trying to make sense of the strange tightness that gripped his chest and twisted his stomach right then. “They’re all my brothers, though in my position it sometimes feels like I’m trying to keep a bunch of children out of trouble.” 
You threw your head back in laughter and he took a sip of his sweetened fruity cocktail to hide the smug smile of satisfaction from drawing such a hearty laugh from you.
“My goodness,” you said through a grin, “that’s a lot of kids to take care of! And here I am struggling with just twelve!” 
Wolffe nearly choked on his drink. 
“You— you have twelve kids?” he asked, trying to temper the shocked incredulity in his voice. “Uh, not that there’s anything wrong with that, of course.” 
“Oh! No, no, sorry—” you chuckled nervously “—they’re not my kids, they’re my students. I’m a teacher.” 
The waiter showed up then, offering a new tray of sweet, bite-sized delicacies to replace the ones you had just finished. The brief disruption allowed Wolffe a moment to recalibrate and plan a new course of action. This was the perfect opening for him to steer the conversation towards you.
You opened up to him just as easily as he had to you. You spoke fondly of your friends and family, and he quickly learned how fiercely protective and loving you were of your students. Wolffe listened with rapt attention as you told him about your students and their quirks and talents. He marveled at how proudly you spoke of them, as if they were your own, and he couldn’t help but be reminded of his General… Not that he needed another reason to be totally enamored with you. 
Before he knew it, the drinks had run dry and the final course of delightful little treats was eaten. He new this meant the date was officially ending, much to his displeasure. How could it be over when it felt like it was just beginning? He still had so many questions he wanted to ask you… there was still so much he wanted to know about you.
Your conversation stalled noticeably as the two of you made your way out of the cafe. Wolffe tried to think of something to say but faltered slightly, realizing that none of his brothers had offered any guidance for this part of the date. Was he supposed to wait for you to reach out to him for another date? Or was he supposed to initiate the plans? Better yet, what was the appropriate amount of time to wait? 
Luckily for him, you spoke up first and pulled him from his thoughts. 
“Well, it was so nice to meet you, Wolffe,” you said once the two of you stepped through the doors and out into the lobby. He met your eager eyes and knew instantly and with perfect clarity what he wanted.
“Look, I’m not sure how this dating thing works or what the rules are,” he began suddenly, his voice steady and firm, “so I hope this isn’t too forward… but I really enjoyed your company tonight and I’d like to do this again. If you want to, of course.” 
You looked briefly taken aback, but you answered quickly. “I had a really good time too. I’d love to do this again.” 
Wolffe nodded simply, feeling a sense of tremendous relief wash over him at your words and their accompanying smile.
Another brief silence stretched between the two of you as you looked up at him, and Wolffe felt like he was missing something. 
“I hope that this isn’t too forward of me, but,” you paused and looked away, giving him another one of those bashful little smiles that made his fingertips tingle with the need to touch you, “I was rather hoping you’d kiss me before the end of the night.” 
You didn’t have to ask him twice. 
Without a word, he quickly closed the distance between you and leaned in for a kiss. Your hands flew to his chest and held onto him as your lips met in a chaste kiss. Wolffe fought the urge to squeeze you tightly and crush you against his body, to pry you open right then and there. Instead, he let his hands slide over the impossibly smooth fabric of your shirt and tried to collect as much of your radiating warmth as he could.  
Your lips felt just as inviting as the rest of you, and he couldn’t find the strength to pull away from you but eventually you leaned away with a soft sigh. 
You bit your lip and looked away, trying to hide the grin that pulled at your lips. “Well, I’ll see you around, Wolffe.”
“I look forward to it,” he replied and watched you turn and take a few steps away, then pause. 
You seemed to consider something for a moment before spinning back around. You took a step forward and opened your mouth as if to call out, but stopped when you saw him still standing in the same spot and still watching you. 
A big, brilliant smile lit up your face, and he stood frozen in place by the realization that nobody had ever looked at him quite like that before.  
“So um, I know we already said goodbye,” you began slowly, closing the distance between you again, “but I don’t have anything else going on tonight and there’s a bar a few levels down from here that serves really good drinks. If you’re not too busy we can just go on our second date right now?”
You were back within reach again, batting your lashes up at him with a playful twinkle in your eyes. 
“If we go on our second date, will I get to give you another goodbye kiss?” Wolffe asked, reaching up to lightly trace his thumb along your jaw.
You arched an eyebrow playfully and leaned against him. “Why wait for us to say goodbye when you could just kiss me now?”
Wolffe cupped your cheek and pulled you close, and  hoped his kiss was just as soft and sweet as you were.
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481boxboxbaby · 12 days
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ask & you shall receive 2
Prompt 2: a/b/o heat - Lando x Oscar (Rating: Explicit | WC 1,055) read it on ao3
“C’mon mate, I haven’t got all day,” Oscar hisses and wiggles his ass, glaring over his shoulder at the other man. “Would you just fucking stick it in already?” 
Lando just smirks, languidly stroking his cock and licking his lips. He knows he really shouldn’t push Oscar too much, since he knows being in heat is uncomfortable. But Oscar is usually so unflappable, so he’s finding quite a bit of satisfaction in getting him so rile up.
Oscar whines and wiggles his hips again, as if trying to instruct Lando on where he should focus his attention. But Lando’s gaze is already there, admiring the width of the other man’s hips, how round his ass is, and the cherry on top - the slick dripping from his slit. 
“You’re so needy,” Lando snickers as he runs the index finger of his free hand through the slick, circling the tip over the most sensitive bundle of nerves towards the tip of the slit. Oscar hisses and his back arches in an attempt to follow the friction. Lando pulls his hand away, staring down at the glistening fluid on his finger tip in admiration. “So wet, just for me. Isn’t that right, my sweet thing?” 
Oscar doesn’t answer, just stuffs his face in the mattress and groans. 
“Answer me, darling,” Lando coos, taking a step closer. He lets go of his cock and leans forward, curling himself over top of the omega and softly stroking the hair on the back of Oscar’s head. 
Oscar mumbles something, but his words are muffled by the mattress. 
“C’mon, my love, I want to hear you,” Lando purrs. He continues to softly stroke Oscar’s head, and out of his own increasing desperation, grinds his hips against the omega’s ass. He bites his lip, trying to hold back a low groan as his cock easily glides against the slick. He doesn’t want to give away just how desperate he is too, figuring it’s evident enough with how hard his cock is, the knot at the base already starting to swell. 
Oscar whimpers and turns his head just enough so he can see Lando. “I need you,” he whines. He pushes his hips back into Lando, rocking them with little involuntary twitches. 
“What do you need from me, darling?” Lando purrs, brushing the tips of his fingers over Oscar’s pouty lips. He reaches between them with his other hand, grabbing his cock and presses the head against Oscar’s clit. When Oscar lets out a high pitched cry in response, his cock throbs in his hand and it takes every bit of self control to not just give in right then. 
“I need you to fuck me,” the omega whispers. His eyes are wide and glassy and he bites at his lip; a small part of Lando hopes he’ll cry, that he’ll really beg for it. 
“That’s it? Because I mean, you could get anyone to do that,” Lando muses. He knows that sometimes Oscar gets shy, that it’s hard for him to say it, to ask for what he really wants.
The Omega shakes his head, “N-no, I -” his words are cut off by a sharp gasp as Lando lets just the head of his cock slip into the omega’s aching cunt, his hand still wrapped around the shaft. 
“Tell me,” Lando barks, the first true hint of his inner alpha slipping through. “Tell me, Oscar. What do you need?” 
Oscar pants and stammers, clearing trying to get his thoughts together but his mind foggy with the desperation of his heat. He whines every time he rocks his hips, frustrated that Lando’s hand is in the way of what he’s after. 
“I need your knot,” he finally chokes out, his voice strained and tight in his throat. “For fuck’s sake, please, Lando.” 
Without further ado, Lando lets go of his cock and grips both of Oscar’s hips so he can slam himself home; Oscar moans from somewhere deep in his soul, the sound sweet and uninhibited by whatever shyness was holding him back a moment ago. 
Lando stills his hips for a moment, delighting in the way it makes Oscar whine. He presses down on Oscar’s lower back and rolls his hips slow, slow, slow, really wanting to make sure the Omega can feel every throbbing inch of his cock. 
“For God’s sake, fuck me,” Oscar hisses, looking over his shoulder again with stormy eyes. 
Unable to resist any longer, Lando quickly sets an unforgiving pace, the sound of skin against skin echoing in the room. Every snap of his hips is met with Oscar arching back into him, a chorus of moans and whimpers spilling out of him. Lando’s convinced this is what heaven must sound like. 
“Tell what you need,” he demands again as he reaches his hand around and skillfully rubs the omega’s clit in a rhythm that compliments the thrusting of his hips. 
“Your knot, Alpha, I need your knot in me, please,” Oscar begs, eyes shut tight and sheets balled up in his white knuckled fists. 
“Then come for me, baby,” Lando coos, lips brushing against the omega’s ear. 
“I- I- wanna come on your knot,” Oscar confesses, and hearing those words is enough to throw Lando over the edge. 
He continues to fuck into the warmth of Oscar’s tight cunt, cock pulsing as he fills the omega with come and his knot swells, stretching the velvety walls and locking them together. Despite wanting to collapse, he continues to rub Oscar’s clit and rock his hips, as if trying to force himself that little bit deeper. 
Oscar finally breaks, mind shattering into a million little pieces as his orgasm hits, the walls of his cunt pulsing and squeezing around his alpha’s knot; as if he’s trying to milk every last bit of cum out of him. 
When he finally stops rocking, his moans quieting down to whimpers and pants, Lando carefully rolls them over so they lay tangled together on their sides until the swelling goes down. 
“You were so good for me,” he coos, brushing Oscar’s sweat matted hair off of his face. “My perfect Omega.” 
Oscar just hums, completely lost in the bliss of satisfying the aching need of his heat. There’s nowhere else he’d rather be, and no one else he’d rather spend his heat with. 
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Make It Right
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Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader
Summary: He didn’t mean to claim you. Not like this. Not before he’s meant to die.
AN: This was requested by this lovely anon. I've written Dean returning from Purgatory, so here is Dean returning from Hell in season 4, but with a twist…my first venture into A/B/O! Sorry if I didn’t get the dynamics quite right, I’m still learning this one. 😘
(@luci-in-trenchcoats Thank you for the encouragement! 💜)
Word Count: 4,300
Warnings: 18+ only! For smut, A/B/O dynamics, angst, mentions of torture, PTSD, and hurt/comfort.
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You could’ve wept with relief.
You nearly did. Instead, you shuddered as his tongue swept along the fresh mark near the back of your neck.
A mark that claimed you as his.
Your core still quivered with the aftershocks of how hard you came around his cock, which was still buried deep inside you, locked in place with his knot. Dean nosed at your neck and shoulder as he tried to regain his breath, calm his wildly beating heart.
His skin was dewy against yours, especially where your thighs were hooked around his hips. He held himself above you so he wouldn’t crush you with his weight. You appreciated it, and you soothed up and down his sweat-slick back with grazing fingertips.
Through the newly formed bond, you could feel the frenzied haze of it all begin to clear from his mind, soon replaced by shock, and then, remorse. It made a tremor of worry churn in your belly.
“Dean?” you whispered. Your gaze met his with concern as you grasped his arm.
“What the hell did we just… I shouldn’t have…” His voice was coarse and his eyes filled with upset. “Fuck, this shouldn’t have happened.”
Dismay struck you deep, along with a pain that tore at your heart. Your only consolation was that the two of you were locked in this position, so he couldn’t slip away from you.
“How the hell could you say that to me?” you said. Against your will, your voice trembled. Tears began to sting in your eyes.
 Dean faltered. He blew out a breath and reached for your cheek.
“You know why,” he said. His face became edged with desperation. He shifted his thigh and accidentally tugged at the base of his knot. You both groaned at the pain that flared between you, where you were joined. 
Dean drew in deep, slower breaths in attempt to calm himself. His eyes shut, and his forehead dropped against yours.
“I’ve barely got three months left on my deal,” he said, through clenched teeth. “This isn’t…it’s not fucking fair to you.”
To you either, you wanted to point out, but you shook your head and held him close by the back of his neck. Your fingers trailed up into his hair, your nails brushing his scalp and eliciting a shudder from him.
Your touch both aroused him and soothed him. Your scent was everywhere, now mingled with his own that now covered you like a blanket. It was intense, and a bit overwhelming to his senses.
But it felt right.
“Don’t talk like you’ve already given up,” you said tersely.
It was with more vehemence than he expected. Dean pulled back a bit, just enough to meet your eyes. Your brows had drawn together, almost in anger. Your lips pulled into a frown.
“We’re going to find a way to break it,” you said. You reached up and held his face. Despite the strength of your words, your hands were gentle. “And I meant what I said, Dean.”
Between lusty sighs and the combined magnetic force of your heat and his rut and emotional tensions at their ultimate breaking point, the whispered words against his neck had come from the very center of you.
“Alpha,” you’d said, through abject need and burgeoning tears as you’d rubbed yourself against him. It was both biology and your heart’s longing. “Dean, I love you. Please…”
The tether of his restraint hadn’t lasted long after that. Because even though he couldn’t respond to you in words, he’d shown you in each and every action of his body molding with yours, wrecking you and claiming you on a dingy motel bed.
You deserve better, Dean thought, looking down on you now. You deserved more than what he had to give.
“I didn’t want to do this to you,” he said coarsely.
And yet, he still heeded the pull of you. Your guiding hands brought him down to your lips. It wasn’t the rough, manic, bruising kiss that had fueled your earlier passions. No, this was slow and warm and tinged with bittersweet.
Dean brushed sweaty strands of your hair away from your face. You held him to you and silently prayed that he wouldn’t let go either.
“I know,” you said. Even though the situation shouldn’t have warranted it, you giggled a little. “That makes you just about the most unselfish Alpha in existence.”
He snorted at that. His eyes took in your face, and further down, to the parts of you that weren’t covered by his body over yours. He let out a breath of defeat.
“No, I’m hella selfish,” he said. His lips quirked. “For better or worse, you’re mine, Omega.”
Your smile grew. “Good. Glad you’re finally caught up.”
Dean’s hand playfully tightened in your hair as he growled. It had little heat though, and you had the audacity to laugh. He shook his head and claimed you with another kiss.
You had to be just about the wiliest Omega in existence.
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Dean never gave up.
But he also couldn’t fight off Lilith, or the hellhounds that tore his chest open and spilled his blood on the hardwood floors of some poor family’s suburban house.
You screamed as if your very soul was being ripped apart, along with his skin.
The mark on your neck burned something fierce. It had you clamping a hand down over it as you sunk to your knees next to Sam and cried over Dean’s body, his unseeing eyes. It wasn’t right.
You would never be right again.
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It took about a week into your self-isolation. When you finally drew enough strength to get out of bed, you finally noticed it in the mirror—in the bathroom next to Bobby’s guest bedroom.
Your neck looked as if something had burned you. Your eyes widened in horror.
When you touched it, you hissed at the pain. The delicate nerve endings of your mating gland were even more sensitive and raw. Apparently, this was what happened when an Alpha mate died before their Omega.
However, even that pain was nothing compared to what you discovered, two months later.
Your mating gland had healed, and the claim mark was gone entirely.
You sank against the wall, all the way to the floor, and you cried until you were exhausted and frayed. Not even Bobby’s offer of a hot meal and a listening ear could penetrate your grief.
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You were ashamed of the way you lost track of Sam after it all went down. You’d descended into yourself, and Bobby had been the only one there to catch you. Sam had forged on by himself, down a spiral of revenge, you were sure.
He wouldn’t come back to Sioux Falls, nor would he tell you where he was when you finally got him on the phone. He claimed he was better off alone as he tried to find a way to save Dean, but there was something off in his voice. Something that told you whatever he was doing was dangerous, and wrong.
“Sam, don’t you dare make a deal,” you demanded, through frustrated and sorrowful tears. “Dean wouldn’t want—”
“Don’t fucking tell me…what Dean would want, okay?” Sam seethed. “If it were me, he wouldn’t stop. If it were you, he wouldn’t stop. So don’t tell me to stop.”
“I’m not telling you to stop!” you shouted back. “I’m telling you not to do something stupid! And I’m asking you to let me help.”
There was a long pause on the line. You tried to calm your labored breathing as you waited for him.
“If you really want to help me, do what you can from Bobby’s. I’ll check in when I can,” he said.
And the line went dead.
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Two more months had passed by the time you started to feel the barest hint of yourself again. You’d tried to go on a hunt with Bobby, but you really hadn’t been ready for it. Your head wasn’t in it, and that was how hunters got killed.
So you stayed behind and answered the phones for him. You pretended to be FBI and CIA and Homeland Security for fellow hunters trying to get their hands on police files.
You also helped Bobby with research and reorganized his extensive, and ridiculously chaotic home library. He was the only one you knew who could have A History of Paganism next to a guidebook on Chinese tea ceremonies.
But one night, you decided you were sick of sitting on your ass (and all the dust).
You were finally going out for a drink.
Bobby was locked at home in research for a case. You felt bad about bailing on him, but he insisted you were entitled to go out…
Not that you wanted to meet anyone. However, you did realize that you needed to reconnect with the outside world. You’d been staring at the peeling walls of Bobby’s house for four months now.
So you showered, found a simple black dress from deep in your closet, and started to blow-dry your hair. You didn’t do this often, but if you were going out, then you were going to make an effort.
You paused for a moment when a cramp hit your lower belly. You grimaced and pressed a hand there. A shiver ran down your spine.
Shit, not now, you thought. If this was your heat coming on, you would have to take another suppressant before you went out. You knew blocking your cycle wasn’t that good for you, but you hadn’t felt like dealing with it for the past few months. You just weren’t ready to go through another heat, whether by yourself, or with a stranger.
It…it was too soon.
After the cramping subsided for the moment, you continued drying parts of your hair, sweeping the brush through. With the hairdryer so loud in your ears, you didn’t hear the front door opening, or the resulting shouting and scuffle coming from downstairs.
Eventually, there was quiet. And then, heavy boots climbing up the stairs.
You saw the bathroom door push open out of the corner of your eye. You turned and nearly jumped right out of your skin.
Your scream echoed on the walls when you saw something that looked entirely too much like Dean Winchester.
Hit scent hit you then. Warm and musky, a hint of earthiness and soil, but no less familiar. It struck a blow to your chest and forced you to grip the counter for balance. You clicked off the hairdryer. 
The doppelganger raised placating hands, though his wide eyes slowly softened as a smile tugged at his lips.
“Hey, sweetheart,” he said.
His deep voice was the same. He looked dirty and disheveled, wearing a familiar gray buttoned down over a black shirt, his usual jeans, and boots. If your memory served, they looked like the clothes he was buried in…
Your hands shook. “Wh…what the hell are you?”
Dean’s smile began to fall.
“Look, I know it’s hard to believe. But I’m me. I’m, uh… I’m back,” he replied. When he tried taking a cautious step forward, you brandished your hairdryer against him—your only feasible weapon.
“You…you back the fuck off!” you snapped. You opened your mouth to shout for Bobby, but before you could, Dean’s trademark smirk took hold of his face.
“What’re you gonna do, blow me to death?” he quipped.
After you broke through a bit of your shock, you spluttered with laughter. And then tears.
Dean’s lips quirked, but he moved towards you in slow steps. He took the hairdryer from you and set it down on the counter. With a slightly shaking hand, he touched your cheek. You closed your eyes for a moment, sucked in a breath, and inadvertently inhaled his scent once again.
Your heart pounded almost painfully in your chest. Your fingers curled into the front of his shirt. You realized it then. You didn’t need silver or holy water to prove it was him. You knew.
Your eyes opened and met his.
“Dean,” you uttered, brokenly.
He couldn’t fucking take it anymore. Dean pulled you into him by your waist. He held you as you shuddered and cried into his chest. His hand clenched in your hair, while the other pressed into the small of your back. It anchored him, and trapped you in the cage of his arms.
He buried his nose into your neck and had to squeeze his eyes shut past a telltale burn in his eyes. Your name fell from his lips, both longing and reverent. Your hold on him tightened.
His lips brushed against your mating gland, igniting sensitive nerve endings and making a tremble run down your spine.
“Alpha,” you whispered.
Dean’s insides clenched in response. He ached for you, just like he had soon after he’d been able to free himself from that pine box in the middle of nowhere. But his brows furrowed.
He pulled back from you, just so he could brush the bare skin along your neck with a gentle thumb.
“What happened to the mark?” he asked. He realized that he couldn’t feel you, not like before. And even your scent was different…like you’d never been claimed by him. Like you weren’t his. That realization hit him like a sucker punch to his stomach.
You frowned and leaned back so you could meet Dean’s eyes. It took you a moment to find your voice, and even when you did, it was uncharacteristically small.
“After…after what happened, it burned like holy hell,” you confessed. Your hands travelled down his chest, clinging to the open edges of his shirt. “Then it was a scar. Then, it was just…nothing. It was gone.”
Fresh tears burgeoned in your eyes. They spilled down your cheeks as your frame shook with a sob, but Dean gathered you back into his arms. As shitty as it was, he started to think this was actually for the better…
“What happened, Dean? How are you here?” you asked.
He shook his head. “I don’t know. Haven’t figured that part out just yet…but something broke me out.”
He knew it wasn’t you who made a deal. Your shock was too real to be an act. He knew, however, that he needed to find Sam.
That could wait though. Dean’s gaze roamed your face. He wiped away the remnants of tears from your cheeks, brushed his thumb across your lower lip. Your eyes met his. He saw your heartbreak begin to fade—into a desire that called to his own. Despite the voice inside that warned him to hold back, he just couldn’t help himself.
When he finally leaned in to kiss you, it felt like coming home. You held his face in your hands and rose up on your toes to meet him. His arms wrapped around your waist and brought you flush against him, but it wasn’t enough.
Kisses became more frantic, with labored breaths and hands moving to remove each other’s clothing. Your sexy little black dress fell to the floor, along with your bra and panties and the rest of his clothes.
“You’re filthy,” you laughed, between the sloppy meeting of your lips with his. 
Dean’s response was to peel back the shower curtain behind you and turn on the shower head, as hot as it could go. A growl sounded low in his throat before he bodily hefted you along with him into the shower and under the spray.
For a moment, he let the scalding water beat down on him. You grabbed the soap and drew it over his neck, chest, and shoulders. The suds trickled down his body, washing away the grime of the road, and whatever else he hadn't been able to wipe off after escaping his grave.
He blinked water out of his eyes as he took in the sight of your concentrated face, and your gentle hands washing him. Then the rest of your body, your curves that fit so well in his hands, your breasts that heaved along with your heavier breathing, nipples hard and aching to be touched.
Dean took the soap from your hands and put it back on the dish, shortly before he pinned you against the cold bathroom tile. He ravaged you with lips, teeth, and tongue along your neck, down your chest, and over your breasts. You moaned and held him to you.
You didn't care that your hair was getting soaked all over again. Your fingers ran through his now wet hair as he touched you and drew pleasure from your body.
Your lower belly was beginning to cramp in earnest now, and resonating deep inside you with heat. You felt a flood of slick forming between your legs as your core pulsed with need.
Your scent hit him in a powerful wave, nearly making Dean falter as his eyes rolled shut.
“Fuck. You’re in heat, Omega,” he choked out.
You nodded, though you had to fist a hand in his hair when you felt his fingers between your legs. They swiped between your drenched folds, gathering some slick and circling around your clit. You moaned loudly and arched against his hand. The back of your head pressed into the wall.
“Alpha,” you said. A whine sounded in your throat as Dean’s touch firmed in response. His thumb pressed and massaged your clit while two fingers slipped deep inside your tight channel. 
A shiver ran down Dean’s spine, along with your nails grazing down his back. Already he was painfully hard for you. He had a suspicious feeling that your heat was triggering his rut, because he was becoming desperate to be inside you. His whole body felt tingling and alive, and charged with need.
His lips sucked hard on those sensitive nerves between your neck and shoulder, making you gasp. Your inner walls fluttered around his fingers.
“That’s it, Omega. Want you to come just like this before I fill you up,” he muttered. He earned your vocal agreement in response.
But then it hit him.
Flashes of memory. Darkness and blood. Agony tearing at his skin and insides.
And then, inflicting it himself, on other souls just as damned as him.
Your moan of release just barely managed to pull him out of his own mind. He felt your wetness coat his hand. Goddamn.
“That’s my good girl,” he praised. And yet, while his body caged yours against the wall, he couldn’t force himself to continue. He couldn’t back off either. He was fighting every instinct in his body that demanded he take you, right here and now.
“Dean?” you asked, sensing his hesitation. You cupped his cheek, but he didn’t want to look at you.
“I can’t,” he ground out.
Your eyes widened as shock and dismay threatened to overtake you. “What?”
Dean’s eyes closed. He was trembling with the force of both his need, and his restraint.
With a frown of concern, you wrapped a thigh around his hip, but he wouldn’t heed your attempt to bring him closer.
“What’s wrong?” you asked. No, you demanded to know. Because your body was quaking with desire as well. You needed his knot, and you wanted nothing more than for him to make this right—to claim you as his.
But Dean looked like he was in pain. He winced and pressed a fist against the wall by your head. He pressed his forehead against it.
You tried to comfort him with your hands soothing over his shoulders. There you finally caught sight of a mark on his right shoulder. It looked like a burn…a handprint. Your eyes widened with a small gasp.
He followed your gaze, but he eventually looked away with a frown. It was like he didn’t even want to acknowledge it, even if he didn’t know what it was. Whatever had hauled him out of Hell, he doubted it was anything good. 
“I’m, uh…” He breathed raggedly through his nose. “I’m not…the same.”
You had a feeling it was very difficult for him to admit that.
Four months.
That was how long he’d been lost to you. That was how long he’d been in Hell. You couldn’t even imagine…
You swallowed past a lump of sorrow, but you weren’t deterred. You grabbed his chin, forcing him to meet your eyes.
“You were my Alpha long before you claimed me,” you told him.
That affected Dean, probably more than you knew. He still shook his head though.
“It’s not right, Omega,” he said, even as his voice trembled. You don’t have a fuckin’ clue… You don’t know what I’ve turned into.
The water from the shower head was growing cold, but you’d never been hotter. The cramps were starting up again in earnest, making your teeth clench at the combination of pain and incredible arousal.
“I need you,” you said, through frustration, heat, and emotion all at once. “I would never leave you like this. I would never leave you.”
His eyes closed again, briefly. His breath came out harshly through his nose when you touched his cheek. Your touch was gentle, but it still ignited his skin and made every muscle in his body coil tight with strain.
It was hard to sort through the base instincts that were on the verge of taking over his mind, and then his body. Deep down though, Dean knew you were right. He knew you would never leave him. And that was kind of the problem.
“Alpha, please,” you said, through your own strain. Again, you took his face in your hands and shook him. It drew his gaze to your face. Your beautiful face that he’d seen over and over in the Pit, used as his own personal form of torture.
His whole body trembled.
You saw his distress, and it pierced your heart. You leaned up and brushed your wet cheek against his, while your fingers slipped into his hair in comfort.
“You’re here. You’re alive,” you said. “And you’re here with me.”
You nuzzled your way down his neck and pressed your lips to his mating gland, making him shiver for a whole different reason. You pressed your body against his and kissed, licked, and sucked at his skin.  
“Omega,” he warned, but the growl in his throat was more pleased than warning. He felt your nails graze down his chest and sternum, and soon enough your hand wrapped around his throbbing cock.
He sucked in a breath and pressed his face into your neck. His lips ventured tantalizingly close to the place you wanted him the most, and all the while you stroked him along sensitive flesh. Your thumb circled around his knot, and the dripping head.
“I know you need me too,” you said. You could smell his rut. Your lips edged at a smirk, and you decided to bluff. “But if you won’t make me yours, maybe I’ll find another Alpha who will.”
It didn’t take long before a vice grip closed around your wrist. Dean’s irises were rimmed with black when he met your gaze, half consumed by the Alpha as he pinned you harder against the wall. He grabbed your thigh and hooked it around his hip. And with the other hand he guided his cock to push into you and stretch your inner walls, inch by inch.
You both moaned in relief when he was firmly seated inside you. Your core throbbed around him in a spasm of pleasure. You cried out and rolled your head back against the wall, your nails sinking into his shoulders.
“Alpha,” you shuddered.
“I got you, Omega,” he ground out, just barely holding onto the tethers of himself. His fingers coiled tight into your wet hair and began to pound into you, a rough clip that had you gasping, toes curling as you arched against him.
His lips found your throat and laid a nipping kiss there. All you could do was hold on desperately. You knew he was close when his thrusts grew ragged, when it became harder for him to push into you with the swell of his knot forming. But it wasn’t until his fingers slipped between your joined bodies and circled more insistently over your clit that you came along with him, hard on his throbbing cock.
His teeth sunk into your neck, creating a newly forged bond through a haze of pain and pleasure. You cried out again at the force of it all—the sensations were nearly overwhelming, even more so than it had been the first time he claimed you.
And Dean nearly slipped in the tub.
“Fuck!” He managed to catch himself on the soap dish and the adjoining wall while you grabbed his arms steady. Shit, that really could’ve been disastrous, considering you two were now locked in place.
He glanced down at you. Through wide eyes and panting breaths, you broke first with a giggle. Dean’s lips curved with a smile. Soon enough, he was chuckling too.
The black around his irises receded, and he held you more gently and secure against the wall. After licking the line of blood clean from your neck with a slow, sensuous tongue, he brushed your wet hair back from your face. Then he turned off the frigid shower. 
“We really shouldn’t have done this in here. Shit,” he said with a laugh. How were you two supposed to get to your bed? Or at least get dry.
You giggled harder and dropped your forehead against his chest.
“It’s okay,” you said teasingly. “I think this is worth catching pneumonia over.”
Dean shook his head at your antics, but he pressed a lingering kiss to your temple. Smiling bright, you leaned up just enough to reach his lips. Your kiss was slow and tender; a release of your grief, a grateful thank you, and a reminder all at once.
“I love you,” you whispered. “That’s all that matters. We’ll deal with the rest afterwards.”
Dean expelled a long breath. He nodded after a moment, conceding defeat.
“I love you too,” he admitted. And he meant it, down to his bones. 
He knew that afterwards wouldn’t be as easy as you seemed to think, but there was no turning back now.
You were his. 
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AN: And there we have it! lol This was definitely a fun challenge. I might like to try my hand at A/B/O dynamics again in the future, but let me know what you think of this one. 😘💜
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wayward-dreamer · 6 months
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New Blood
Pairing: Soldier Boy x Fem!Supe!Reader
Word count: 4,750
Summary: The executives at Vought American are enamoured by the new supe at the annual shareholders party, hoping to make her a new addition to Payback. Soldier Boy isn't pleased with the idea, as he's the only one who gets to decide who joins his team. He tells her this fact, and braces himself for a fight, but gets something much better out of their encounter.
Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Swearing, angst, SB being an asshole, misogyny, smut: dirty talk, rough sex (like insanely rough, they're supes after all), using powers during sex, choking, hair pulling, unprotected sex.
A/N: I got an anon Soldier Boy fic request to write something similar to the Homelander/Stormfront sex scene from 2.05, so here it is. It's been a while since I've posted anything, so I just hope it reads well. I may even be up to writing a part 2. Happy reading! :) @that-sarcastic-writer for your kinktober writers list ;)
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Vought never really needed an excuse for a huge party.
With the company gaining more stock in the last few years, there were plenty of things to celebrate. There had been talk recently that there was a chance for them to become an international corporation, as more supes were added to their registry and employees of Vought American were being promoted around the clock. The annual shareholders party kept getting bigger and bigger with every year the company was earning more credibility, and the year of 1984 was the most decked out the foyer on the 40th floor had been in recent times.
The champagne was free-flowing, the hors d'oeuvres were endless as waiters walked through the crowd, and all the shareholders had their attention on the supes in the room. The members of Payback were scattered around, some in deep conversations with the higher-ups in Vought, and others that cared more about finding a way to entertain themselves for the night.
Y/N threw her head back with an exaggerated cackle, taking a sip of her champagne as she turned her face away from the shareholder she was talking to, rolling her eyes. She faced him again, a smile plastered on her face as her hand smoothed down the shoulder of his charcoal suit.
“So, how much control do you have over those powers?” he asked, a slick grin pulling at his lips.
“Well sir, if you’re asking what I think you’re asking… I don’t know anyone who doesn’t love it when things get a little heated,” she replied, as she lifted her hand, a small flame appearing between her thumb and forefinger. Gently, she hovered her fingers close to the skin of his jaw, causing him to jump at the faint burn.
Their eyes met as they both laughed, his hand sliding down her back and resting on her hip. Y/N tried not to show her disgust as she continued to smile, a few more of the shareholders and members of the board joining them, all of them intrigued by the newest supe to join the Vought family.
“You certainly have a better handle on things than those fucking twins,” another one of the suits stated, briefly looking back at the TNT twins across the room before he turned to her, “you’d make a better contribution to Payback than they are right now.”
“Thank you, sir,” she said, clinking her glass with his.
In truth, she had no desire to be on the team for any personal gain, but if being a part of it offered greater benefits for her family back home then she was more than willing to do what needed to be done.
Soldier Boy leaned against the high-top table as he sipped his whiskey, his line of vision directly on the woman across the room at the bar, surrounded by all the corporate fuckers that had barely spoken two words to him all night. The only thing he had heard was an earful from Stan Edgar about the last mission he had gone on, but it was all a bunch of hypocritical bullshit. He continued to ignore the man as he stood in front of him, his eyes focused as he watched her, observing her every move as she practically threw herself at all of them.
“We need to do some damage control before you head off to Nicaragua,” Edgar added, stopping as he realized he wasn’t getting anywhere. “If you want to stay relevant, Ben, I suggest taking some of my advice on board.”
“Who the fuck is that?” Soldier Boy asked, a quick glance at him before he nudged his chin towards the woman in question.
“Ember,” Edgar replied, curtly. “Y/N. Promising up and comer from Detroit. VPs think she might be a good fit for the team, that we need some new blood around here.”
“My team?” Soldier Boy turned towards Edgar, jaw clenched as his eyebrows furrowed into a glare. 
“I believe you mean Vought’s team,” Edgar countered, unfazed by the way the supe was staring him down. “But she’s no one to concern yourself with. Leave that to us.”
Soldier Boy rolled his eyes, taking another sip from the tumbler in his hand as he looked back at Y/N. She stood in the middle, champagne in one hand and cigarette in the other, charming the men that circled her, and even a few women. His scowl deepened as he watched her laugh, show off her powers and flirt with them. They were all hanging on every word she said. Usually it would be him cracking jokes with all the suits, inviting them to after parties with the best drugs, booze and women. They hadn’t even looked his way this entire time.
He didn’t know much about Y/N apart from her supe name, Ember, but there was no way she was getting into Payback, into his team, without his approval. He smirked in as he saw her excuse herself, strutting away from the group with an exaggerated swing of her hips, the tight latex bodysuit accentuating the curve of her ass. He threw back the rest of his drink, leaving the glass on the table as he adjusted the front of his suit, walking away from Edgar and whatever lecture he was about to continue.
The smile grew on his face as he saw her walking down the hallway, the heels of her thigh-high boots clacking against the marble floor. He shook his head as she took one last puff of her cigarette and threw it on the ground, putting it out with the toe of her boot before she made her way to the restrooms.
She definitely needed a lesson about who was in charge around here, and who she needed to impress to be in the team.
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Y/N stepped out of the cubicle, blowing a large bubble of her gum and popping it, washing her hands under the gold and ivory tap of the black marble skin. She turned the water off, shaking the drops off her hands before she reached for the paper towels, wiping them thoroughly. She threw the paper in the trash along with her gum, turning on her heel to look at herself once more in the mirror. She placed her hands over her covered chest, pushing her breasts up slightly, giving herself more cleavage in her tight suit before she headed back to the party. She opened the pack she had attached to her hip, taking out her silver cigarette case and opening it, grimacing when she found it empty.
“Fuck,” she breathed, as she snapped it closed and shoved it back in the small pack.
With one last look at her figure in the mirror, she turned towards the door and walked out into the hallway. Her heels clicked against the floors for a couple steps before she stopped abruptly, her sight fixed on the man leaning against the wall, who’s own eyes drifted up the length of her body, a small smirk pulling at his lips as he placed a cigarette between them.
“Got a light?” he asked, winking.
With a playful roll of her eyes as she clicked her fingers, a tiny flame igniting. He leaned forward, the tip of the cigarette burning as he inhaled, pulling it out as he blew the smoke out in rings. Their eyes met as neither of them made the move to step aside, staring each other down. Y/N knew exactly who he was, and she even had a feeling she knew what he wanted, but there was no way he was going to get it so easily. She wasn’t going to hold out completely, she was far too curious about him for that to happen.
“Ember… right?” he inquired, even though he already knew.
She gave him a firm nod, boldly reaching for the cigarette between his fingers and placing it to her lips, taking a large drag herself. She blew it out slowly, right in his face, slightly annoyed that he didn’t react. “Whatever you want, Soldier Boy… you’re looking in the wrong place.”
“Oh come on, doll, I just wanna talk,” he reasoned, shifting closer to her as he gazed into her eyes.
“I have a name,” she stated, her features void of any emotion. She wasn’t in the mood for whatever he was trying to do.
“Y/N,” he said, his voice deep and husky as he uttered the word.
She felt a shiver run down her back as she heard him speak her name, but she tried not to show the sudden effect he had on her. “What do you want?”
“Why don’t we talk?” he asked, nudging his chin in the direction behind her. “Somewhere private.”
She took another pull from the cigarette, blowing it out as she dropped it on the ground, putting it out with her boot again. She glanced up at him with a smile, tilting her head with curiosity. “Only if you got something stronger.”
His smirk widened as he offered her his arm, waiting for her to take it. She lifted her eyebrows in an amused, silent ‘really?’, before she stepped forward, her heels echoing on the floors as she walked towards the elevators. She stepped in and waited for him, feeling her stomach turn as he pressed the last button, ‘50’ for the penthouses. They stood in silence as the elevator moved up the floors, but she was very aware of his eyes on her when she wasn’t looking. The doors opened to the 50th floor, letting them walk out into the short hallway to the door that had “Soldier Boy” in shiny gold letters. He tapped in a few numbers into the keypad, the green light allowing him to open the wooden door into his loft.
Y/N sauntered in, taking in the décor around her and noting the theme was of course the same as his look and aesthetic. Dark shades of green in the rug and the cushions on the black leather couch, gold flakes in the black marble of the bar in the corner of the room, a gold bust of a Bald Eagle with its wings spread as the centerpiece on the surface. It was his all-American hero persona all over the apartment, and if she wasn’t itching to find out what he wanted she’d be impressed. She watched as he walked over to the bar, his suit tight and accentuating all the right parts of him. He picked the decanter filled with bourbon and poured a generous amount into two tumblers, reaching under the bar to retrieve the small bag of coke he always kept there.
“So… you wanted to talk?” she asked as she wandered over to the bar.
“All that fun you were having back there…” he started, as he made short lines of coke with his knife across the top of the bar. “It’s a fucking problem, and we’re gonna do something about it.”
Their eyes locked briefly as he offered her the rolled up dollar bill, before she bent down and snorted the first line, throwing her head back to inhale it properly. She did the same with her left nostril, wiping up the remaining powder that had fallen on her lips and rubbing it on her gums. She picked up the tumbler and took a sip, moving away from the bar and taking in the view from the floor-to-ceiling window.
“The crab cakes were fucking better than this coke; not such a crime to enjoy that,” she stated.
“Don’t play fucking dumb with me, sugar.”
She turned around, staring him down as he did the same with her, both trying to figure each other out and as quickly as possible. The air around them was thick with tension, and it was going to go one of two ways.
“I wasn’t doing anything other supes haven’t done,” she reasoned, shrugging her shoulders. “Give these guys a great pair of tits and an ass you can bounce a quarter off of and they’re drooling like dogs with a fucking bone.”
His expression was blank, completely unimpressed with her pretense. He leaned down towards the bar, pinching the side of his nose as he dragged it across the surface, snorting up the white substance. He leaned back as he sniffed, humming softly as his eyes opened, glancing back at her with a smirk pulling at his lips.
“Whatever you’re tryin’ to get outta those shareholders back there, tryin’ to convince them by letting them put their hands all over you… they just want a couple hours between your legs and won’t give you what you want.”
“And you know what I want?” she asked, an eyebrow raised in curiosity.
“You want to join Payback,” he replied, as he walked towards her, slowly. “And there’s only one way you can.”
“Really?” she scoffed. She looked up at him with a wicked glint in her eyes, knowing what he was implying, but choosing to rile him up. “How?”
“Isn’t it fucking obvious?” he thew back, his features pulling into a deep glare. She was hitting a nerve already.
“No, what’s obvious… is that you’re fucking jealous of all the attention being on me,” she replied, calmly. She squared her shoulders, unafraid of him even as he stood taller than her. “You can’t stand the fact that someone might take your spotlight. That you don’t get a say about what happens with Payback anymore. Everyone knows Noir’s the only valuable player for Vought. The rest of you… you’re gonna end up C-listers, with crummy deals at amusement parks and running Herogasm into the fucking ground.”
“Watch it, Y/N,” he warned.
“And as for you…” she chuckled. The sound was almost evil. “You know they’re all just humoring you, right? Countess, the twins… I mean fuck, even Edgar just gives you shit to do so he doesn’t actually have to deal with you. He’s probably got a replacement lined up for you already.”
Soldier Boy’s jaw clenched as he scowled down at Y/N, reaching forward and grasping her arm in his tight grip. The glass fell out of her hold, shattering on the floor as he pinned her hand to the wall behind her, pressing his body into hers to keep her from escaping. She growled as she struggled against his strength, lifting her free arm to swipe at him, but he was too quick for her, repeating the action and holding it to the wall. She glared up at him, breathing heavily as her forearms started to heat up, her skin covered with an orange glow. He grunted as it singed the flesh of his palms, but he made no move to let her go.
“Are we gonna fight or fuck this out? ‘Cause I’m getting some really mixed signals here,” she snapped between gritted teeth.
The heat under his palms became overwhelming, causing him to step back as he groaned. Y/N raised her curled fist, ready to strike him but a gasp escaped her as he pushed her back against the wall once more, his hand around her neck. Their gazes locked as they glared at each other, an eerie silence falling between them, both of them waiting to see what the other was going to do. It seemed they both had the same thought, their lips meeting in a rough, searing kiss as her hands fell to his shoulders, pulling him closer. Their mouths moved together, each of them fighting for dominance over the other, her grip tightening as she tried to get control over him. She bit down on his bottom lip, her teeth nipping the skin hard, a growl leaving him as he pulled back. He swiped his thumb across his lips to check if he was bleeding, seeing a spot of crimson on the tip.
“Oops,” she whispered, smirking at him.
“Is that all you got?” he questioned, his eyes darkening as he pressed down on her neck.
She wheezed slightly, chuckling as she scowled up at him. “I don’t think you want to see my worst.”
She lifted her hand, the tips of her fingers lighting up with embers, slowly developing into small flames. She raised an eyebrow as they continued to look at each other, the flames diminishing as he eased his grip, his hands landing on her hips. He turned her around and slammed her down on the bar, the decanters of liquor falling off the surface from the force of her landing and smashing on the ground. Their lips met again, just as rough and frantic as before, their hands snatching at each other’s suits trying to get them off. He pulled down the zipper of her latex bodysuit, peeling it off her shoulders and down to her hips, his mouth traveling down her jaw, neck and down to her breasts, his teeth nipping harshly at her skin. She let out a guttural moan as her hand pulled at his soft hair, a frustrated growl escaping him as she forced his eyes to meet hers.
“I think I’d rather have that mouth between my legs,” she ordered.
He snatched her hand away, gripping it tight between his fingers, slowly twisting it back as his green orbs blazed with anger. “I don’t get on my fucking knees for anyone, doll.”
“Too hard at your age?” she mocked, cackling.
Soldier Boy glared down at Y/N as he pulled her fingers back, a harsh grunt passing her lips at the force, fearing he would snap them clean off. She squared her shoulders, tugged her hand out of his grasp, pressing both of them against his clothed chest and pushing him back with all her strength. He yelled as he skidded across the marble floor, his back hitting the leg of the dining table, causing it to shift back several inches. He stared back at her as his rage continued to grow, watching as she sauntered over to him, half-naked, the broken glass on the ground crunching under her heeled boots. A mischievous grin spread across her face as she wriggled her fingers, small embers turning into short flames as she rubbed them together, taunting him.
“You’re gonna fucking regret that,” he threatened, slowly rising to his feet.
She moved closer to him, tilting her head so that her mouth was inches from his. “Let’s see you fucking try.”
 She reached for the tactical vest he was wearing, unbuckling it quickly before ripping open the gathered collar of his suit just as fast. He flicked her hands away, grabbing her by her hips and taking control, turning around and pushing her down on the table. She grinned wickedly as her face pressed into the wooden surface, letting his hands roughly peel her suit down her body, her boot-clad legs and tossing it aside once it fell around her feet. He removed the top of his suit, kicking her legs apart as he unzipped his pants, stroking himself as he lined up to her entrance. He placed his hand between her thighs, his fingers feeling how wet she was already, bringing a smirk to his face as he brought them to his mouth and sucked at her arousal.
In one quick thrust of his hips, his cock was sheathed by her walls, a loud moan escaping her as she felt the stretch. He wasted no time, setting a brutal pace to his thrusts, fucking into her hard and fast. He grunted as his fingernails dug into the skin of her hips, his pelvis smacking against the curve of her ass as he continued to pound into her. The table shook under their weight, the creaking getting as loud as the sounds of pleasure coming from both of them, the wood starting to crack at the legs.
A squeal left her as one of the legs gave way, the table tilting as it broke from the force of their rigorous movement. He caught her in his arms just in time, her back pressing into his bare chest as he pulled her back. She laughed as she shook her head, rolling it back onto his shoulder as his hand slid up the front of her body, his fingers curling around her neck. She moaned wantonly as he applied pressure, his hips unrelenting as he felt the way she clenched around him so perfectly.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking tight,” he groaned, wrapping his arm around her hips to keep her close. “Stretched so perfect around my-”
She reached back and smacked her palm around his mouth, rasping short breaths leaving her. “Shut up.”
He suddenly pulled out of her, causing her to whine at the loss of him. He grabbed her by her arms and walked her towards the wall, pushing her up against it. He held both her wrists together in one hand against her back, leaning over her as he smirked, his cock teasing her folds.
“You fucking ass,” she muttered, sending him a glare over her shoulder. “Just put it back in.”
He chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. “That kind of talk’s not gonna cut it if you get on my team, Y/N.”
His deep and husky voice in her ear sent a shiver down her spine, and he no doubt noticed. “Last I heard, it’s not your decision.”
“You couldn’t be more fucking wrong, doll,” he whispered, the words sinister as he leaned further into her.
He took hold of his cock and pushed back into her, his head tilting back with a grunt as he felt her walls around his shaft once more. A loud whimper fell from her lips as he kept the same pace as before, his hold still on her wrists as his other hand wrapped around the back of her neck and pressed her against the wall. She tried to free her hands from his grasp, but he was far stronger than her. He was the strongest of all supes, so it wasn’t a surprise. She had caught him by surprise a couple of times, but he wasn’t going to let that happen again.
“You like that, sugar?” he asked, smirking as he nuzzled his nose along her jaw. “Like the way my cock fucks you hard and fast, fucking deep into your tight little pussy…”
“Fuck,” she gasped, her eyes squeezing shut as she tried to ignore his words. She couldn’t let him know just how much she was truly basking in the feel of him inside her. “I-I…”
“Come on, doll, use your words,” he taunted, his breath fanning against her ear. “You’re gonna cum so hard on my dick, I can feel it. I can feel the way you’re squeezing around me right now, it’s gonna feel so fucking good.”
She whimpered as she tried to hold herself back, but he was right. She was already close and she needed that euphoric release from him more than her own dignity in that moment. She managed to tug her hands out of his hold, one of them reaching up and cupping his jaw tight. She dug her nails into his skin, a pained growl coming from him as embers singed his flesh. He recovered quickly, the skin healed as he lifted both her wrists and pinned them to the wall above her head, his hips smacking harder against her. She moaned as she felt the heat blaze deep in her core, the coil ready to snap at any moment.
“Better play nice, Y/N,” he husked, holding her hands in a death grip as he pressed his forehead against the side of hers. “Be a good girl and I just might take you in… I can fuck that attitude outta you everyday, it’ll be our little secret…”
She felt him deep inside, the head of his cock pressing against the wall of her cervix with each thrust. She turned her head back to stare up into his green orbs. His pupils were blown wide from the drugs and the pleasure coursing through him, and she knew they both couldn’t hold on much longer. One hard snap of his hips against her had her cry out, her walls contracting around him.
“Fuck, please,” she panted. “Please make me cum.”
He grinned as he heard the desperation in her voice. He knew he had her.
“Cum for me, doll,” he groaned, one of his hands slipping down her arm and into her hair, tugging the strands tight between his fingers. “Fucking soak my cock.”
Soldier Boy’s words were all Y/N needed to push her over the edge. A string of moans turned into a loud shriek as she felt the coil snap, her arousal covering his shaft. His own release wasn’t much further behind her, his neck strained back as his cock pulsed inside her, a drawn out “fuckkk” escaping him, spurts of seed coating her walls. He breathed heavily, trying to come down from his high as he pulled out of her, turning away to pick up the top of his suit and dress himself. She hissed as she felt the ache between her legs, pressing her thighs together to keep his cum in. She moved away from the wall, finding her suit on the floor and picking it up. She got ready quickly, zipping herself up and fixing her hair before she faced him.
They stared at each other as she felt his seed inside her, her mind making a quick note to stop at the restrooms again before heading back to the party. She spotted his drink still sitting on the bar and walked over, ignoring his gaze as she moved past him. She picked up the drink, turning around and finally meeting his eyes.
“I don’t need your approval to be in Payback,” she began, tossing back the amber liquid in one shot. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to talk to Mr. Edgar.”
“You’re wasting your fucking time with him, Y/N,” he stated, glaring back at her.
She scoffed, sauntering over to him, her heeled boots echoing on the marble floors. She looked up at him, a silence falling between them once more as they continued to figure each other out. A mischievous smile pulled at her lips as she lifted her hand, round and small embers glowing on her fingers as she smacked his cheek. He jolted slightly at the brief sting against his skin, causing her to giggle as she stepped back, relishing in the way he scowled at her.
“See you around, Ben.”
Without another glance at him, she left the glass on the bar and walked towards the door, slamming it shut behind her. Soldier Boy shook his head, his rage getting the better of him as he picked up the glass and threw it across the room, causing it to shatter into tiny pieces as it hit the wall. He had no desire to return to the party, his mood completely soured now, thanks to her.
He picked up the bottle of bourbon and the bag of coke, walking back into his room. They’d be a better use of his time than talking to any of those fucking suits at that party.
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Six weeks later, Y/N AKA Ember was named the newest member of Payack. She accepted the new position and all the congratulations with a huge smile on her face, shaking the hands of her new teammates and bosses, members of the board and shareholders in Vought American, soon to become Vought International.
No matter how wide she grinned, however, she couldn’t enjoy the accolade. It was all tarnished by the events that came before, in honor of Soldier Boy’s heroic sacrifice in a nuclear blast. She wanted to be able to rub it in to him, making him jealous of all the attention she was getting and get him riled up, in hopes they’d have a repeat of what happened that night of the shareholders’ party.
It was a strange feeling, to wish that he was there. She just had a feeling that Vought wasn’t being completely honest about what happened to him. She couldn’t think about that, though.
She had a country to protect, people to save, and an image to uphold in order to help her family. That had always been her top priority.
No matter how much the greatest supe of all time plagued her thoughts.
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slutforsilverfoxes · 9 months
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Hi hon, I've been reading your work for our lovely Jethro Gibbs, and I had a lil fic/drabble idea of my own- if you have the time
Lets say you and Gibbs are on vacation, and you convince him to go biking with you. He grudgingly agrees, and when he sees you happy and looking back at him smiling hes just so whipped- maybe thinking about how he got so lucky and just tooth rotting fluff, yk? (He would def try to race you) ♡
I’m so sorry this took me so long to get to 😭 But this request is too cute 🥹 I hope I did your idea justice!
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“Come on, Jay,” you groan, “When’s the last time you rode a bike? 1914?”
“A little earlier actually,” he fires back, barely repressing a smile, “before we boarded the Titanic.”
Dropping your phone in the wicker basket attached to the handle bars, you make your way over to your husband of 4 days and 16 hours, give or take a few with the time difference in Italy. You slide his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose and settle them in his hair before lovingly running your thumbs back and forth over his cheeks. “You look downright fabulous for your age. What’s your secret?”
He gently brings your left hand to his lips and kisses the band adorning your ring finger. You can’t help but smile at the gesture. “I marry younger every time.”
Your smile drops immediately, and you playfully glare at him. “Ruined it.”
Jethro barks out a laugh, tugging you closer and pressing his lips to yours until he feels them twist upwards into a grin again. “Better?”
“No,” you answer cheekily, pulling away to get settled on your seat. “As punishment, I hereby declare you enjoy a leisurely bike ride with your wife down to the coast.”
He shakes his head with a smile as you take off down the road, ringing the little bell and taunting him over your shoulder. Jethro swings his leg over his matching bicycle and readjusts his sunglasses before pedaling to catch up. He’s admittedly a little wobbly at first and he feels the tiniest bit ridiculous, but when you turn to look at him with a brilliant smile, all of his insecurities melt away.
You’re positively glowing in the Amalfi sunshine, your nose crinkling in delight and a laugh bubbling out of you when you narrowly avoid a street vendor selling flowers on the sidewalk. Jethro slows to apologize to the vendor, surprised when he shakes his head and offers a single flower to the older man before pointing in your direction. Your husband angles his head in thanks, then doubles his efforts to reach you again.
“What happened to ‘leisurely’, you little speed demon?” Jethro calls, and you crest to a stop to wait for him.
“Sorry, slowpoke,” you tease, your face lighting up when he presents the vibrant red rose to you. Your eyes flutter closed as you inhale deeply, and when they open again, Jethro feels his heart skip a beat at the pure adoration swimming in them. “It’s perfect,” you declare, sweeping your hair into a low bun and tucking the stem behind your ear.
“You’re perfect,” your husband croons, leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth. He says it almost subconsciously, but the meaning behind the words is genuine. He can’t help the slow smile that spreads across his face as he takes in your beautiful features, the way your head is tilted just slightly while you study him in kind, the delicate wisps of stray hairs framing your face, the twinkle in your eyes. A soft dusting of pink colors your cheeks under his intense gaze, and you turn away bashfully with a quiet, “Stop looking at me like that or I’m gonna melt, Jay.”
He lets out a soft chuckle and nudges your back tire with his foot to get you moving again. You start pumping your legs to continue down the street, and when you turn back to see where Jethro is, you find him looking up at the sky with a small smile on his face.
“What was that about?” you ask gently when he’s by your side again.
“Oh, that?” He places his hand over yours on the handlebar and gives it a squeeze. “Just thanking Shan for sending you to me.”
Tears spring to your eyes at the raw emotion in his voice, and you think about how far you’ve come since the day you first met Jethro. Your reminiscing is short-lived, the cheeky bastard taking advantage of your pause to get ahead of you and yelling, “Race ya there!”
You laugh in surprise, hastily swiping at your eyes before kicking off from the street. “Get back here, old man! You’re supposed to let me win! You’ve been married enough times to know about happy wife, happy life- hey! Cheater!”
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Hi! Can you please write a fic of Nuada having a bad day, and his s/o takes the initiative to prepare a bath for him? She tenderly washes his scalp, massages his soapy body and leaving kisses on his skin. I like the idea of a grumpy, solemn character getting pampered, and how Nuada would feel getting treated like that for once. :)
I hope you like this!
“Tending the Prince”
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Pairing:  Nuada x Fem. Reader (Human / second person POV/established relationship) Themes:  Soft | Fluff Warnings: Kissing  Word count:  1.5K words Rating: Mild NSFW | Minors DNI 
Summary: Nuada comes home in a foul mood, and you decide a little pampering is in order. 
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It was cold, mercilessly cold, when Nuada made his way back home, slinking through dark roads and darker alleys, moving quickly and silently like a cat as he slipped past oblivious mortals before heading into the abandoned railway tunnels he called home.
Well, it was no longer just a series of abandoned tunnels. Nuada converted a part of them into an underground home, a refuge from the outside world and a small reminder of the once bustling city of Bethmora.
Tonight, he found no joy in any of it on his return, as he was tired and cold, and his body ached all over. Hellboy took it into his head to anger the Vizier of the Troll Market, and Nuada had to save him.
Yet again.
Nuada felt his hands turn into fists. Hellboy was always like this, bullheaded and rash, getting everyone else into a mess, and then, if he failed to extricate himself, someone else had to swoop in to save the day. This time that lot fell to Nuada. And Nauda was not happy about it at all.
Oh, how he wanted to punch something.
And how he just wanted to be alone.
He pushed open the doors, not even bothering to close them behind him. He snarled when Mister Wink greeted him and bit his tongue when you came over. Nuada could never, would never, take his frustrations out on you, no matter how surly he was of an evening. He grumbled a hello before disappearing into your shared chambers.
"Bad day, you think?" you turned to Mister Wink.
Mister Wink seemed to think so, and you tried to come up with something that could put Nuada into a better mood. "Right," you said. "You go lock up the place, and I'll  check on our Mister Grumpy Pants."
The troll chuckled heartily before going off to check all the doors, and you steeled yourself to check on the prince.
"Nuada?" you knocked on the door before entering. "Is everything ok, sweetheart?"
Nuada was muttering under his breath as he struggled to undo the clasps of his armour. You pick up mumblings of Hellboy and the Vizier and other words that were quite colourful and inventive. It seemed like the visit to the Troll Market didn't go according to plan, and that had put Nuda into a foul mood. When he struggled with a clasp for the umpteenth time, you bit back a smile and went forward to help him.
"Here," you said softly, taking over where he left off. "I'll do it."
The rage in Nuada's eyes died the moment you neared him. "I want to be alone, my love," he mumbled.
To sulk and be miserable, no doubt. You sighed and worked on one clasp, then another. "Well, it's obvious you're not managing on your own." Your eyes widened when the deep red bruises on his neck came into view. "And you're hurt. What happened?"
Nuada lifted his arms so you could take the armour off him. "Anung un Rama, that was what happened," he muttered, anger and frustration bubbling inside him again. "And I would rather not talk about it, if you do not mind."
"Alright," you said and started on the clasps of his tunic. If Nuada decided not to discuss something, you would let it be. He would always talk about what vexed him once he was ready to do so. And his skin was so cold, icy to the touch. Perhaps something to warm him up might put him into a better mood, you thought. "How about a bath instead?" You peeled the tunic off of him, trying not to wince at a large bruise on his chest. "You could use it, I think."
Nuada shook his head, determined to refuse. "I would rather..."
And you were determined to have your way. Nuada needed some looking after, it was plain as day now. "In fact," you said, turning sharply on your heel, "I insist on it. I'll have one ready for you. Give me ten minutes."
Nuada grumbled at your back, determined to stay where he was. He did not attempt to move when you headed toward the bathroom. He tried to turn a deaf ear to the sound of water running, to your humming. He wanted to refuse, to not indulge, but -
The sound of that water proved too much, and his body yearned to be warmed a little after being in the filthy cold for so long. With an angry growl, he muttered under his breath and stomped to the bathroom once the ten minutes were up.
And you were there, standing beside a large, claw-foot tub. The lights had been dimmed and there were candles all over. "What is all of this?" he asked, as he took in a little tray on the bathtub counter, filled with all sorts of scents and ointments.
"This, sweetheart is a bath."
"I know what a bath is my love, but what is all of this?"
You came over to him and sank to your haunches. "A bath, nothing more," you insist, working on the lacing of his left boot. "Now lift."
Nuada stifled a wince when he lifted his leg, and that first boot was disposed of in no time. Same for the second boot. You then rose and got to work on his belt. Now that filled him with a sliver of mischief. "In here my love?" he teased. "While I am sore all over?"
Oh, how the innuendo made you blush. But at least he was in a better mood. "I'm not unbuckling your belt for that," you grinned and laughed lightly, and went to work on the clasps of his trousers. "I'm just helping you with your clothes. But if you're of a mind to ruin a good pair of trousers," you said, gesturing at the tub with one hand, "By all means."
Nuada chuckled before quickly taking your face into both hands and stealing a quick kiss. "I have no interest in getting into a tub while still dressed," he said, his eyes lighting up at the soft hint of pleasure reflecting in yours. "Go on."
You smirked and helped him out of his trousers too, tossing them to the pile on the side. Nuada took slow steps and got into the tub, a sigh rising from the tips of his toes when warm water met his skin. You pulled up a little stool and took your place behind him.
"Now what, my love?" Nuada said, and let his body ease back against the tub, his aching muscles slowly easing and unwinding in the fragrant, soapy water.
You reached for the little tray to pick up a soft sponge and dipped it in the water. "And now I'm going to look after you."
Nuada's grumble died when that sponge slowly glided over his skin. Soft, it was, almost as soft as your skin. He sighed wistfully and surrendered slowly when the hurts of the day ebbed away. And how it surprised him, to be cared for like this. It felt alien, but oh-so-wonderful at the same time. "You need not do this," he said.
You smiled and kept running that sponge over his shoulders and arms, his quiet sighs encouraging you to continue. "But I want to do this," you said. "You take such good care of us, and ask for nothing in return."
Nuada softened and tilted his head up, his hands reaching up to play with your hair. "That is because you are worth it. I love you."
Your smile just grew. "I love you." You dipped your head and brushed your lips over his, only to pull away when he winced. "I'm sorry."
"Not your fault," Nuada grimaced and swallowed, waiting for the dull throb in his throat to pass. "I will be fine in a little while."
It took a moment or two, but the pain passed. While he waited, you rose and went to the sink, to fill a wash basin with fresh water. When you returned, you brought it with you and kept it on the counter, next to the tray. "Now dip your head little," you said, and picked up a little bowl.
Nuada sighed wistfully again as the water went through his hair. His throat was sore, but he ignored it, so focused was he on what you were doing. His entire scalp tingled sweetly when you carefully applied shampoo to his hair and massaged away. He sighed again when you poured more water over his hair, to wash it clean. He sighed even more when you took one of his hands, to see to his nails. So strange, that something like this could lighten him and make him feel so good, yet he did not want to give it up, not when you were looking after him the way you did. 
And you enjoyed every moment, just as much as he did. It felt so intimate, taking care of him like this, feeling him soften and unwind under your touch. And since he rarely took the time to look after himself, you thought he deserved this.
Nuada just closed his eyes. It all felt so wonderful, the way his skin warmed, and the way his entire body softened. He felt his breath hitch a little when he felt your lips brush against the tips of his fingers, his wrists. "You are too good to me," he breathed.
"You deserve it," you hummed and carefully nipped down his arm. "And I need to get back to work," you said and sat straight. "Your nails, sweetheart, are a mess."
Nuada chuckled and urged for you to continue.
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Can I request a Headcanon with Vergil and Dante (seperately) with an Umbra Witch Reader (if u know Bayonetta) if not, even just a Witch Reader is fine
Yes my dear, you can. I know of Bayonetta but I haven't had a chance to play it yet, so I'll write about a witch reader. I wrote this as a female reader (since you said witch) but let me know if you preferred it to be gender neutral.
Dante and Vergil with a Witch!reader
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Dante would be thrilled with a witch around. He's a curious man and he sure loves to understand how the supernatural works. Especially since he's seen pretty much everything, but a witch? He still has to meet one.
So when you burned a demon that was going to attack him when he wasn't looking and realized you had no weapons, he had to know how you did it.
"What was that? It almost looked like magic! Wait what?"
It took him very little time to accept that witches are real and showed you off to all his friends. Especially Nero, Lady and Trish.
Would definitely ask for the dumbest things though.
"So hey. Can you trasform this into gold? What. Bills won't pay themselves pretty lady!"
He also would ask you to use your powers to pass him the remote when he's too lazy to get up and get it.
He would be very disappointed to learn you are "just" a fighting kind of witch.
Other than that he would treat you like a normal person, he has his fair share of misfit friends so one more isn't a problem for him.
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Vergil would be academically interested in your powers. Whether it be the demonic or human part of him, he would be intrigued and would want to know exactly how and why your powers work the way they do.
You met at Magoo, a shop that sells supernatural and occult books and materials you both were interested in. He noticed how you were struggling to get a book that seemed stuck between two others but, as he went to help you out, he noticed that the book started floating on its own into your hands.
He stared at you with a frown for a moment, conflicted whether to ask you about it or not. Thankfully for him, you asked if he needed anything.
"Show me that again... please"
He walked around you as if to check that there were no tricks.
"How did you do that?"
And that's how you started meeting each other trying to teach him the basics of magic and little spells.
He is so bad at it but don't tell him, he WILL get offended.
At first he only wanted to know about your magic to gain more power, but with time he realized that he enjoyed your company and the fact that you were not completely human allowed him to get out of his shell a little.
Out of the two, Vergil is probably the most interested in your magic and would even go out buying materials and books with you.
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Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed! I apologize if you preferred a more a combat oriented witch.
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