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lxndonorris · 2 months

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the racing bull - Daniel Ricciardo (SFS24)

Y/N x Daniel Ricciardo Theme: Smut, Teasing, Touching Daniel returns from his suit fitting with a surprise x word count: 1930+ taglist: @game-set-canet first installment of the suit fitting saga 2024, if you have any requests let me know!

The anticipation built steadily throughout the day as you waited for your boyfriend, Daniel, to return from his suit fitting. The thought of him in his new racing gear, sleek and confident, made your heart race almost as fast as his car on the track. Unfortunately, work commitments kept you from joining him, but he promised to flood your phone with pictures once he got home.

It's late at night when you hear the door swinging open. Still sitting at your desk, face buried in a dozen books, adrenaline pumps through your veins as everything is now forgotten. Daniel is back home.

Your heart races upon hearing footsteps echoing through the hallway, but then they stop.

"You didn't send me any pictures, Daniel." A bit disappointed, you turn around to find Daniel casually leaning against the doorframe. But to your surprise, instead of pulling out his phone to show you pictures, he is wearing his new racing suit.

"Surprise," he says, his voice low and husky with excitement. Daniel runs a hand down his own chest, just along the zipper of the crisp white fabric with vibrant blue accents.

Your jaw drops as you take in the sight before you. Daniel, the love of your life, stands there looking like a god among men, his muscles defined beneath the fabric, his eyes sparkling with mischief. You can't help but gasp with appreciation.

"You..... you're wearing it now?" You stammer, unable to tear your eyes away from him.

He nods, taking a step closer until you feel the warmth of his body radiating toward you.

"I wanted you to see it in the flesh." Daniel runs both hands down his chest, feeling himself grow tenser with every second. "And besides, I couldn't wait to show it off to you." He smiles before licking his lips in anticipation.

You reach out tentatively, getting up from the chair to run your fingers over the smooth fabric of his suit, marveling at how perfectly it fits him. Every contour of his athletic form is accentuated, making him look even more irresistible than usual.

Daniel enjoys your hands all over his chest, and he starts purring like a happy cat. He leans into you, his face just inches away from yours, yet your eyes are stuck at his suit, his chest, his entire body.

"You look incredible." You urmur, feeling your cheeks flush with heat.

His body is thick and huge, growing tenser with every little stroke of your hand. You know he is so excited, maybe even more than you are. The weeks before the season starts are always filled with moments like these, and sharing them with Daniel makes them even more precious.

Daniel grins, a mischievous glint in his beautifully shining eyes.

"Wanna see me strike a few poses?" He asks, already starting to flex his arms and show off his muscles through the tight suit.

You giggle, feeling a rush of affection for this man, who never fails to surprise you. "Of course," you say, stepping back to admire the view.

As he moves through a series of poses, you can't help but feel a surge of pride and arousal swell within you. Here was your boyfriend, confident and strong, ready to take on the new season. And he is all yours.

His body is ready for the upcoming trials. As he lifts his arms, you can tell he's been working out like crazy; his muscles are bulging through the suit, and he is pushing himself, knowing how much you love seeing him in his new gear.

His thick pecs are on display as well as his pretty asses; he knows his audience, giving you a good look at all of him.

As he strikes another pose, Daniel smirks, biting his lower lip, something he would do when he was getting more and more into it.

After a few more minutes of admiring his display, Daniel finally relaxes, his breath coming out in soft puffs. He takes a step closer, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close until you feel the steady beat of his heart against your chest.

You lean into him, kissing him lovingly. He, however, goes a step further. His tongue slips into your mouth, exploring every corner of it while leaving drops of his precious taste behind. This, mixed with his familiar scent swirling around your nose, sends shivers down your spine.

"Daniel." You moan breathlessly right into his mouth, but then he pulls away just enough for his taste to linger on your lips.

"You wanna see what's underneath?" He grolws deeply, one hand already at the collar of his suit, playing with its button.

Nodding slowly, you take a deep breath.

Carefully, he unbuttons his suit and pulls the zipper down to reveal his bare chest.

Swallowing hard, you can't help but steady yourself against his strong frame, and he gladly holds you close.

Firmly, you run both hands up and down his rock-hard chest. All of that teasing, posing, and overall tension hovering all around you is showing its effect on him.

Daniel takes several deep breaths, his eyes following your hands every move.

"I know you love the fireproofs." He breathes deeply, his eyes meeting yours again, pulling you into him even more. "But I couldn't resist."

A coy smile spreads across your lips as his burning gaze ignites a fire inside your belly.

This is good." You say, enjoying running your hands all over his chest, that his bare skin is warm yet so soft.

As you feel him and touch him firmly, he starts to purr again, but this time his voice is huskier and rougher than usual.

At the same time, his hands wander down your back, right to your arse, cupping your cheeks to hold you close to him.

"I love this." You murmur again, playing with his nipples, knowing very well that this makes him happy. "Thank you."

Daniel lifts his head slightly, trying to hold back a low groan but failing.

"I'm glad you like it." He leans in to kiss you again; this time, it's much more gentle, yet there is an undeniable desire building up in both of your bodies.

To tease him, you run a hand even further down his body, right to his crotch, feeling the excitement that's been building up inside Daniel, presumably for the entire day.

Right away, he moans into your mouth before leaning his head back and embracing your hand, tracing the tangible outlines of his member tenting inside his new suit.

"Fuck, this feels gooood." He mumbles, closing his eyes for a second.

You let your eyes wander down his firm chest before tracing the letters written across his waistline.

'Ricciardo'

You follow each letter with your index finger, one at a time, while you keep on findling with his length through his suit, causing him to let out multiple low groans, giving you goosebumps.

His entire body reacts to your touch, growing harder and harder, and Daniel slowly regains his composure, resting his head against yours.

"This is even better than expected." He breathes down your neck before he starts to grind his hips against your hand. "I was thinking about this for the entire day."

Smirking, you grab his member firmly, causing him to whimper.

"Me too." You embrace his body against yours, giving in to him completely.

You stare into each other's eyes for what feels like an eternity before he kisses you again; this time, it's a much more passionate kiss.

Together, you make your way toward the sofa, kissing and touching each other.

You lay down on your back while watching him slip out of the upper part of his suit, revealing his well-formed chest. Daniel is breathing deeply as well, running a hand through his curly hair and across his chest, right to the visible bulge inside his trousers.

"See what you're doing to me?" He growls, and his lips form a coy smile.

Biting your lips and holding back a million things you could say to him in response, you just motion for him to join you on the sofa.

Effortlessly, but with a sly smirk, Daniel climbs on top of you, one hand steadying himself against the cushions, the other now firmly on your chest, touching your boobs.

"Mhmm." You moan into his mouth, one hand still on his member, the other now back on his bare chest.

While you're grinding on each other, his crotch against your thighs, you turn your head to the side to catch some much-needed air.

Daniel doesn't mind; instead, he places kisses all over your neck, and his hot breath tingles on your skin.

"Do you want me?" You run a hand along his spine, toward the back of his head, and through his slightly messy hair.

Daniel takes a deep breath, separating himself from your neck for just a moment to look into your eyes.

"So much." His words barely come out as his voice breaks.

"I'm all yours." You lean in and kiss him again while running your hand all over him, his chest, shoulders, neck, and further down to his length towering inside his pants.

Lovingly, he unbuttons your pants, and as he pulls them down, he places kisses all over your waist and your thighs. His beard tickles your skin, but you love this even more.

Easily, he then pulls his member out of the suit and climbs back on you.

You feel him grinding on your thighs before he bends down, his chest just inches away from yours.

Once his lips meet your own, you feel him entering your body. Both of you get stiff and rigid, letting out low moans and groans in unison.

Unable to keep your eyes open, you give in to him again, letting him guide you with kisses and gentle thrusts.

Daniel moves deliberately, slowly yet steadily increasing the pace and strength, while you wrap your arms around his back and neck, stroking him firmly.

"Mhmm." He moans deep into your throat.

In this moment of pure blissful harmony, you let go of all of your thoughts, embracing Daniel with all your body.

It feels like an eternity has passed when the built-up tension inside your body gets nearly unbearable. You can tell he is feeling the same by the way he's moving, growling, and grunting.

After a heavy thrust, both of you stop and scream out together in ecstasy.

Exhausted but satisfied, he steadies himself against the sofa, so his face hovers over yours.

"I love you so much." Daniel smiles and kisses you again.

"I love you too." You say, and cuddle for a little while longer before he separates himself, gets off the sofa, and fixes his suit.

You get dressed again as well, and lean back against the soft cushions behind you, watching him put his suit back on, one sleeve at a time.

"You look so good, Daniel." You admire his strong physique, and with his back turned to you, you get a good look at his pretty arse.

Daniel looks at you above his shoulder, a shy smile playing on his lips.

"Thank you." He runs a hand through his hair and then across his chest once more. "I like this suit so much."

You get up as well and hug him from behind, resting your head against his back.

"I know you'll do great this year." Stroking his chest, you close your eyes.

Daniel cups your hand with his own before turning around and hugging you tightly.

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yawnderu · 5 months

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Attention | Simon ''Ghost'' Riley x Reader

From the Haunted series.

Reaching your breaking point didn't take all that long. The man doesn't touch you, doesn't let you be with anyone else, doesn't even let you touch yourself— the second you even think about it, he's back in the corner of your room, lurking, filling your mind with images of only him, almost possessing your every single thought.

Not today. Fuck him and fuck his stupid face you've never even seen fully. Your hands slowly go down to your panties, trying your best to ignore how the masked man begins to materialize in the darkness of the room, looking right at you. It's difficult trying to masturbate with an eldritch horror in your room, but it's even harder going for almost four months without cumming at least once thanks to him.

''Wanna watch? Fine, you freak.'' You can see his shoulders shake in silent laughter, amusement clear as his shadowed head tilts to the side. You look away, ignoring the way he's slowly and silently walking to the edge of your bed as he does, trying to focus on the sensation of your fingers finally being able to touch your cunt.

''Having fun, love?'' His deep voice rumbles out of his chest, accent thick and words laced with pure amusement as if he's holding back laughter. Asshole.

You close your eyes, focusing on the sensation of the wetness on the pads of your fingers, small sighs escaping you at the feeling of finally being able to touch yourself without fearing the unnerving man on the foot of your bed. Your fingers slowly sink into your cunt, biting into your hand to try to muffle the lewd moans threatening to escape out of your lips as you fuck yourself, fingers slowly coming in and out of your cunt.

''I asked you a question.'' He says more insistently, yet it's clear he's not angry. You ignore him again, barely even registering the added weight on your bed as he slowly climbs into bed with you, too busy feeling your warm, wet cunt before you pull your fingers out, rubbing small circles on your clit, back arching at the sensation of the neglected bundle of nerves finally being toyed with.

The man in front of you says nothing, but what he does is better than any words that could ever come out of his lips. Your mind is plagued with images flashing fast before you can even register most of them, but there's no mistaking any of them— they're images of him fucking you. The images slow down so you can actually appreciate them, looking at the way his fat and heavy cock slams in and out of your wet cunt, the sound of your fingers playing with your wet cunt mixing in with your desperate moans, bringing yourself closer and closer to the edge for what feels like the first time in forever.

His masked nose presses against your cheek almost teasingly, cold breaths hitting your face as your free hand is guided to his clothed, hard cock. The images in your head do him justice— he feels fucking huge in your hand, being guided to rub him up and down over his clothes, unable to resist any longer. Your fingers sink back into your cunt as you imagine it's him fucking you, imagination mixing in with the images he keeps putting into your head.

You can see him fucking into you, manhandling you into different positions while he slams his hips against yours, cock glistening with your wetness before he's slamming back into you, filling your womb with thick, white cum. It's enough to send you over the edge, mind flashing white and whiny moans freely leaving your lips as you cum all over your fingers, rubbing your clit to ride out your own orgasm. Your shallow breathing takes over the room and you don't open your eyes until you're calm enough to breathe, being met with crinkling eyes and what you know is the most annoyingly smug smirk underneath his black balaclava.

''Fuck off— please.'' He snickers softly, body disappearing into the darkness.

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lxclerc · 1 year

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𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐜𝐥𝟏𝟔

summary: when a world famous singer's reputation takes a hit, she never expects to meet a man determined to stay with her through it all. pairing: charles leclerc x reader warning: none, fluff note: part 1 of the reputation series. let me know if you want to be part of the tag list!

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you should take it as a compliment that i got drunk and made fun of the way you talk

your head is absolutely pounding and you’re sure that someone must be attempting to crack your skull open, but the arms wrapped around your waist reminds you exactly why you’ve spent most of the night downing shots after shots. ‘

you needed the alcohol to distract you from walking over to the other side of the room where he stood – bright green eyes and a brighter laugh that caught your attention the moment you walked in. or maybe you needed the alcohol to give you the courage to walk over to him.

people surrounded him and you’d seen a few ask to take a picture with him, requests you yourself have been getting the entire night but had to politely decline with an offer to buy them a drink instead. this man is gracious though, definitely not as patient as you – he smiles for every picture, chats with anyone that talks to him.

he must be someone, you thought. someone important, someone that matters. and someone that you’re not likely to forget anytime soon and so you down a shot.

“charles leclerc,” your friend says, having watched you watch him all night. “formula 1 driver.”

you feel a little bit caught but you’re drunk enough not to care as you turn to him again. he’s magnetic, a type of beautiful that had people turning. he definitely had you turning.

“let’s go over to them,” your friend says, already looping her arm with yours and pulling to the group before you could respond. you see some of their eyes widening as you approach, you see him turning to you, green eyes filled with recognition as he realized who you were. you almost wish you’d brought a bottle over with you.

“y/n,” one of his friends say, pulling your attention away from the driver. you’re almost thankful, being so close to him now feels a little overwhelming. “i’m a big fan.”

you feel him watching you and so you grin. you try to ignore the small voice in your head grimacing. it’s a wonder you still have fans nowadays. after the massive fall your reputation had taken, you’re a little bit surprised your friends had managed to drag you out of your apartment.

“thank you,” you say, hoping you aren’t slurring.

you’re not exactly sure how it happened but somehow, the rest of your friends ended up on their table too, the two groups merging together seamlessly as the music grew louder and the alcohol keeps flowing. you’ve talked to nearly all of them, laughing and sharing stories and joking around as though you’ve been best friends for decades.

all except him, of course. he remains in your line of vision and you feel his stare on you the entire night but you refuse to look. it’s a horrible idea, your reputation’s never been worse, you remind yourself. getting tangled up with another man to add to your long list of scandals might just have your media team resign on the spot.

of course that was up until he shattered whatever self control you had left as his hand wandered to your waist. it wasn’t anything with purpose, barely even a touch just something to get your attention but goddamn this man needed to think about the consequence of touching you in dark rooms.

“are you avoiding me?” he jokes and before you knew it, you’re face to face and you can smell the whiskey on ice mixing with his cologne.

and he’s gorgeous – just too goddamn beautiful that it almost makes you mad.

“your accent is funny,” you say and then you cringe.

his eyebrows scrunch together. he definitely hadn’t expected those to be your first words to him.

“Vous préférez que je parle français ?” he says, the words rolling off his tongue like honey. Would you prefer that I speak French?

god truly has favorites because of course he speaks french. he can’t possibly be just beautiful.

charles chuckles. “i speak italian too.”

oh. you hadn’t realized you said it out loud. “i didn’t mean to say that out loud.”

and then he laughed and you knew damn well he’s going to ruin all of your plans.

you're so gorgeous i can't say anything to your face

and so here you were, head pounding and dealing with the world’s worst hangover but having whatever ridiculously expensive cologne charles leclerc uses clinging to your skin.

you aren’t sure if you’re relieved or disappointed to find yourself still wearing the sparkly dress you were wearing last night. and though charles’ shirt had disappeared to god knows where, the dark cargo pants he wore is still present.

dimly, you remember your drunken slurring, arms wrapped around his neck. he was only a little less drunk than you were, but he’d mixed up french and italian with english sometime after you’d lightly pulled at the hair on the back of his head as you both attempted to dance to the beat.

and as the sun began rising and both your friends had decidedly chose to call their own cabs, charles hadn’t even needed to ask you if you wanted to go to his hotel with him. he’d simply grabbed your hand and gently led you to his car. he doesn’t let go of your hand as he drives and not as you enter the elevator. even now as he sleeps and you’re cocooned within his arms, his hand is tightly entwined with yours.

it feels a bit odd; waking up so intimately wound with someone knowing nothing sexual needed to happen first. it feels odd to be held knowing he expects nothing in return. pure intimacy booths excites you and frightens you.

“ne veut pas encore partir,” you hear him mutter as he shifts, burying his head deeper against your neck. his arms around you tightens as he pulls you flushed against his chest.

you don’t know what to do with yourself, you can only be thankful that you aren’t facing him because god knows you’d end up stuttering and flushing being subjected to those green eyes. the man was far too gorgeous, it almost makes you mad. you only hope he can't hear the way your heart is beating so furiously against your chest.

“i have no idea what you just said,” you say.

“i said,” he mutters with a sigh. “i don’t want to go yet.”

disappointment hits you like a hot brick. “do you have to?”

he pulls his hand from under you, looking at his red richard mille watch. “i have to be on track before eleven.”

right. you forgot he drove for a living. you heaved a sigh as you pulled yourself away from his hold, ignoring the way he groaned and the sudden chill as the air condition hit your bare arms. you pick up your phone, finally breaking the safe bubble you’ve both created. you can’t help but release another sigh at the messages sent by your publicist; all consisting of different articles showing pictures of you leaving the club, hand being pulled by charles with his head ducked. thankfully, his face is pretty hidden apart from a blurry side view with him turning towards you.

you don’t want to drag charles into your bullshit more than you already have.

charles finally stands, putting on his discarded shirt. “breakfast before i go maybe?”

you couldn’t help but smile, putting your phone into your pocket as you return to your safe bubble. “yeah, i’d really like that.”

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norrussell · 1 month

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The Restroom | Pierre Gasly¹⁰

Part 1 of Rooms Anthology Series

"God, I wish we were at home so I could do some terrible things to you." "What is stopping you from doing them now?"

Pairings: Pierre Gasly x fem!reader

Warnings: smut

In honor of my Pierre phase making a potential comeback, enjoy this piece I wrote in January last year (omg that was like more than a year ago tfff) French is google translated

The air was filled with the tinkling of crystal glasses and the soft murmur of conversation as you took your seat at the formal dinner event you were attending. You glanced around the room, admiring elegant decor and the impeccably dressed guests. You looked down and saw that your assigned seat was next to Pierre Gasly's.

Pierre and you had crossed paths a few times before at various Formula One events and every time it ended in the same way. You, in his bed. So you kind of formed a friends with benefits type of relationship. And you knew that this dinner was only going to get more interesting now that you were sitting beside him.

As you settled into your seat, Pierre turned to you with a warm smile, his piercing blue eyes sparkling in the dim light of the room.

"So lovely to see you here tonight," he said, his French accent adding a touch of sophistication to his words. "I must say, you look absolutely stunning this evening."

You felt a blush creep up your cheeks at his compliment, grateful for the low lighting hiding your reaction. "Thank you, Pierre. It seems the universe just can't keep us apart." you replied, trying to match his charm.

Pierre chuckled softly at your response, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Ah yes, it seems fate is determined to keep us in each other's orbits," he mused, his fingers idly tracing the rim of his wine glass. "Tell me, cherie, have you been enjoying the evening so far?"

You couldn't help but be drawn in by his magnetic presence, the familiar dance of flirtation between you both reigniting effortlessly. With a playful smile, you replied, "Well, the company has certainly improved since I sat down."

As the first course was served, Pierre and you engaged in polite small talk, exchanging pleasantries and discussing your respective professions. But as the night went on, you found yourself getting more and more restless, not being able to resist a strong pull towards him. And you wanted to see just how far you could push him.

"I must admit, I've been counting down the days until I could see you again," you began to subtly touch his arm as you spoke, leaning in close to him and letting your breath brush against his ear. You could feel the tension building between you, and you knew that Pierre was starting to feel it too. But he remained the perfect gentleman, maintaining his composure and not giving in to your advances.

"Well, I can't say I wasn't looking forward to tonight as well," he replied with a grin. "But I must warn you, cherie, that playing with fire can get you burned," Pierre's warning came out in a low voice, laced with a hint of danger that sent a shiver down your spine.

You couldn't help but be intrigued by the challenge he presented, the thrill of the forbidden dancing between you like a flame begging to be ignited. You couldn't resist the challenge in his eyes as you leaned in even closer, the scent of his cologne enveloping you.

"I've never been one to shy away from a little heat," you murmured, your lips grazing his earlobe before pulling back slightly, a daring smile playing on your lips.

Pierre's expression darkened, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in your bold words and actions, sending one last warning. But you were determined to crack him. You continued to flirt shamelessly, running your hand up and down his thigh under the table, planting soft kisses on his neck whenever you could. And slowly, but surely, the playful facade he'd been trying to maintain all night started to slip away.

"God, I wish we were at home so I could do some terrible things to you," he finally answered to all your provocations, his voice a whisper.

You smirked, satisfied, and whispered back, "What is stopping you from doing them now?"

You heard him suck in his breath, your words obviously hitting a nerve. You looked down and you had what to see.

"Are those pants too tight for you? Maybe you should consider a size up for next time." you put a hand over your mouth to try and suppress a chuckle.

"For god's sake, stop talking," he hissed, running his sweaty palms over his thighs.

"Or what? Wait, don't tell... Are you going to... punish me?" once again, you put a hand over your mouth and turned your head away.

He gritted your name and shifted in his seat, his leg bouncing up and hitting the table, making the silverware clatter. That finally drew attention to you.

"Is everything alright over there?" one of the attendees asked.

"Oh, yes! Perfectly fine!" you were quick to answer while Pierre was grumbling beside you. "I could have a bit more wine, please." you raised your half empty glass and gave them your most charming smile.

"Of course, ma'am," a waiter immediately reacted, refilling your glass with a knowing smile. As the attention shifted back to the rest of the table, you turned your focus back to Pierre, who was shooting you a death glare.

"I can't believe you," he seethed through gritted teeth, his frustration palpable. But beneath the anger in his eyes, there was a spark of something else.

You leaned in closer, your lips grazing his ear as you whispered, "You love it when I push your buttons, Pierre. Admit it."

His jaw clenched, but he couldn't deny the truth in your words.

"But oh well, since I am such a brat, I'll put myself in a time out and punish me myself," you exaggerated your sigh and took your purse. "I'll be in the restroom if you need me." you said, hoping he'll catch on the implication of your words.

Once in the ladies' room, you found yourself in front of a mirror, touching up on your makeup. Just when you were finishing your lipstick, you heard the door open and close behind you. Then you heard some rattling, presuming that the person who walked in blocked the entrance and you smirked to yourself. They approached you, wrapping their hands from behind and breathing in your scent.

"Took you long enough," you remarked, zipping up your handbang.

"Do you know how hard it was to get out of there without looking suspicious?" Pierre murmured between your neck and shoulder.

"Must be tough," you commented.

In response, he turned you around and kissed you hard on the lips. He pressed himself against you to the point where he had to lift you up and put you on the counter. You wrapped your arms around his neck, drawing him closer and he gripped your knees and pulled you into him.

Time seemed to stand still as he kissed you, his tongue exploring the depths of your mouth, their motions in rhythm with each other's breaths. You moaned softly, savouring his dominance. He knew exactly what you wanted, and how to give it to you. You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, feeling every muscle in his body tighten against yours.

"You ruined my lipstick," you said in between kisses.

"And you ruined my night," he replied back.

You smiled. "I thought I was making it."

He harshly pulled you down, spun you around and grabbed a handful of your hair so hard that you had to tilt your head back in reaction. You gasped out of thrill.

"You will, if you behave yourself." he gritted in your ear. "Starting now." he bent you forward, lifting your dress and caressing your bum. He wasn't doing much, but still you panted out of pleasure.

"And be quiet." he leaned to whisper, pressing himself against you, you could already feel he grew to his full potential. That made you roll your eyes back and arch your back a little.

You heard him grunt when your ass moved, but didn't let that distract him from his mission. He crouched down and spread your legs to his liking and ran his palms up and down the back of your thighs, stopping right under your ass, holding on the skin tightly.

"Damp. Pathetic." he spat, regarding your thong.

"And you're hard, how pathetic is that?" you dared to talk back.

That rewarded you with a hard slap on your ass cheek. You winced, but it was only turning you on more. Your skin burned with satisfaction and you felt he hit you so hard he left an imprint. But your body was begging for more. He rose up and pulled at your hair again.

"What did I say? Be. Quiet." he reminded. "Now, speak when spoken to, understand?" you laughed and moved your hips against him instead. He didn't seem to notice, or mind at the moment, but yanked your head back lightly. "I said, do you understand me?" he repeated.

"Yes, sir," you bit your lip.

"Bonne fille," he let go of your hair, looking down as if only now taking notice of you grinding on him and smirked. "Look at you. Can't even punish you, you're enjoying this." he steadied your movements with one hand and gripped your ass with the other. He was down on his knees again, this time pulling your panties down as well and spread your thighs open.

"Shit, your thighs are wet as well." he murmured and kissed their inner side, making his way up.

You held your breath not to make a sound. Just when he was reaching the point of your desire, he stopped and you breathed again. He then lightly ran his fingers over your center, your right leg twitched.

"Easy, baby," he chuckled. Yeah, easy for him to say. He's not the one getting teased the hell out of. His fingers pressed harder into you and your mouth hung open. You closed your eyes, trying not to think too much about it or you would scream.

"So already ready for me," he mused, slipping one finger inside. "You don't even need preparation." he fingered you with ease and you were helplessly trying to hold onto something, but there was nothing on the marble counter. You couldn't really control your body at that point and started moving on his finger on your own, but he didn't seem to like that.

"Don't move." he said once.

You couldn't stop, your body not your own. The pleasure was overwhelming and you felt the need to move, to find relief. He pushed his finger deep and curled it inside of you.

"Don't move or I'll stop." he repeated more sternly and grabbed your hips to steady them. He waited for you to calm down before rewarding you with another "good girl" and continuing to finger fuck you.

"Pierre..." you breathed, not caring if that's going to get you in trouble. Even better if so. "More," you demanded.

"More? Baby, I'm already two fingers deep in you. So needy." he shook his head and chuckled.

"What? Two?! When did the second—Oh my god." you didn't have time to gather your thoughts as you felt the third finger stretching you out and laid your head on the cool marble. You would've been a whining mess by now if you had been enabled, but for some reason you decided to obey his "be quiet" rule.

"Put your leg up for me, darling." but he already did it on his own and gave himself more access. Good, because you don't think you had any power to move. He used his other hand to draw circles on your clit. Jesus Christ. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you closed your eyes, panting.

"Are you close, baby?" he asked.

"Mhmm..." you whined.

"No, you're not." he pulled his fingers out and you saw him sucking on them in the reflection, moaning in satisfaction. That motherfucker. You watched him undo his belt and pants with just one hand with just one hand, the scene so hot it was enough to push you over the edge alone. But he did it so slowly, giving your high enough time to come down.

His cock sprung out of his boxers and god, was that a sight. He took it and brought it to your pussy, teasing you with his tip, dragging between your lips and over your clit. You straightened just enough to hold onto the edge of the counter while your head still hung low. He then teased you by putting his head in and out. You were growing more impatient and breathing became heavier and more audible. That seemed to amuse him.

"Is this what you want?" he removed all of your hair to your other shoulder and whispered in your ear while pressing his tip inside you once again.

"Yes," you muttered and he smirked.

"Beg."

Jesus. He removed himself.

"Please, Pierre..." you pleaded.

"Please what?" he grasped your hair and made you look at him.

"Please, fuck me." you could barely make him out from the haze over your eyes.

His smirk widened and he forced your head against the mirror before pushing his whole length inside you. You closed your yes and opened your mouth, but no sound came out. His strokes were deep and slow in the beginning, but he slowly picked up the pace and was pounding into you soon enough that your head hitting the mirror from the force. He fucked you so good you could cry. You did cry.

He tugged on your hair once again. "Look at yourself. I want you to look at yourself while I fuck you. Look what a slut you are. How gorgeous you are under me."

And you did. You really were. Your red lipstick was all over your chin, your eye makeup smudged, mascara running down your cheeks and hair all tangled. And he was breathtaking hammering into you. Your eyes met in the reflection and he smiled. You couldn't keep it in any longer and you softly moaned his name. He immediately stopped.

"What was that?" he asked. Fuck. You stayed quiet. "What the fuck did I say?"

"I'm sorry, it won't happen again." you panted, just wanting him to get on moving again.

He lowered your leg and put your legs together, starting to thrust again. God, it felt so good. So good that your body got out of your own control again. You started shaking and trembling all over. You were biting into your lower lip so hard you could taste your own blood in your mouth. If it wasn't for that counter and him supporting you, you'd be down on the floor. That's when you let out a very loud moan against your will. Your hands immediately went over your mouth, but it was already too late. He pulled his cock out.

"Oh, please, put it back in..." you whimpered.

He grabbed you. "How many times have I had to scold you tonight, hm?" you stayed silent. "Answer me!" he shook you.

"Many," you breathed, leaning against him.

"That's right, many. And if you keep disobeying me like this, not only will I not put it back in, I will not make you cum either. Do you hear me?" he hissed.

"Yes, sir." you replied.

He took you by your jaw, turned your head to face him and kissed you. "Je t'adore tellement."

You couldn't answer him, but you nodded your head and kissed him back. He slipped it back in and your hand went over your mouth to suppress any sounds. He chuckled.

"I'll do it for you, love." he pushed your hand away and replaced it with his own. You rolled your eyes back and just let go while he hammered into you.

"Shit, you're getting tighter," he hissed. "Open your mouth for me." you obeyed and sucked on his fingers, soaking them with your saliva. He removed them and circled his arm around your legs to your clit to add extra pleasure to your reaching orgasm.

"Come on, baby, cum for me," he encouraged.

"I... I can't..." you gasped.

"Yes, you can, baby. Come on, do it."

"A little more..." you cried. "Please."

He grunted, but rocked his hips a little harder and fastened his movements on your sensitive bud.

"Come on now, baby. Cum on my cock." he gritted.

And so you did. You were finally able to let go with a suppressed cry. But then he leaned forward and said, "I want to hear you when you cum."

And with his permission, you let out a long needed moan while he still moved in and out of you.

"Atta girl." he kissed your naked shoulder. "Come here now, princess, get on your knees."

He pulled out of you and you kneeled. He towered over you with his cock in your face, jerking himself off slowly.

"Can you do it?" he asked.

You nodded and wrapped your hand around him. You gave him a few pumps before leaning forward and kissing the tip. You felt him shiver and whisper "oh my god" under his breath. You kissed his whole length and slid your tongue over it too. You sucked on the head, circling your head around it before taking the rest of it in. The tears stung at the back of your eyes when you went to take him whole.

"Jesus, baby." he breathed.

You let go and took much needed breath, but still kept close. He caressed your face, pushing your hair back.

"Look how gorgeous you are sucking on my cock. Your lips so plump and makeup all over your face. You look so pretty when I ruin you." he praised, the whole time you were looking at him with your big eyes.

You opened your mouth to take him again, slowly a first, bobbing your head back and forth, relaxing your throat to open enough for him. He kept on going how amazing you were doing, how good you were for him when you grabbed onto his thighs for support and pushed your head all the way down, digging your nails into his skin.

"Oh, shit, baby..." his voice was shaky. "I'm going to cum in your mouth." he stated.

You backed away a little and nodded. He started grunting, hissing and panting more often, indicating he was getting closer and closer. You began working him a little faster, helping him reach his sweet release. And soon enough, hot liquid oozed on your tongue while he gasped. You looked up at him and swallowed.

"Show me your tongue." he touched a side of your face and you stuck your tongue out, making him smile. "Good girl." he bent down and kissed you.

You stood up and fixed your dress, looking for your panties. You spotted them near the sink and reached to grab them, but Pierre was faster.

"Hey, give them back."

"Oh yeah, these are mine now." he said and put them in his pocket.

"Pierre, give me back my panties!"

"Nope." he already made his way towards the door.

"Come on, I can't just go back there without my underwear in this dress." you reasoned, your voice laced with frustration and annoyance.

"Hm, maybe you should've thought about that before you decided to fuck me in the restroom." he closed the door, leaving you alone with your mess.

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New Neighbor

Pairing: Camgirl!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: A twist of fate brings you unexpectedly closer to the camgirl you watch twice a week.

Warnings: 18+ nsfw content; bottom!wanda, masturbation, fingering, voyeurism, exhibitionism, toys, dirty talk

A/N: Welcome to my first series! This one will be three parts.

Part 1 of “The Camgirl Next Door” | Series Masterlist

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Truthfully, you don’t remember exactly how it started.

One day, you had inadvertently come across the account of one “Scarlet Witch” on some stereotypical camgirl website and ever since then, you’d found yourself tuned in for every show.

But there was nothing stereotypical about Scarlet Witch herself.

For starters, she was absolutely breathtaking from head to toe, and god, you had seen it all. But she wasn’t just a pretty face - and a pretty body of course - she was so much more.

She never came across as solely performative. Sure, she put on a great show, but it never seemed forced and she was beyond adorable when interacting with her subscribers. It sounded rather silly to say about someone you’d never met, who also did this for a living, but she always seemed genuine.

You’d learned her name was Wanda. She was Sokovian and sometimes her accent came out when she was completely lost in her pleasure, her voice low and raspy. Certain compliments made her blush and when she laughed, her body shook as if she couldn’t contain it.

Everything about her drew you in from that very first show you’d curiously decided to watch. You simply couldn’t get enough of her.

After an especially tough day at work, you were looking forward only to Wanda’s show. You made it home just in time to hastily put together a quick dinner and take a shower before Wanda’s stream started.

Once comfortable in bed, you pulled up her account on your laptop and scrolled on your phone while waiting for the show to start. When Wanda’s endearing nose scrunch graced your screen, your phone was swiftly discarded, your eyes glued to her like always.

“Hi everyone,” she said, sitting on her bed in a black silk robe, hints of red lingerie peeking out through the loosely tied front. She began reading her chat comments as per usual and responding to the warm welcomes.

You sent a greeting with a tip and felt your whole body flush when she responded sweetly to your message.

“Thank you WitchsGirl! I hope you had a beautiful day yourself.”

Even the way she said your username had you practically swooning and you imagined how your real name would sound in that voice you adored so much, sweet like honey but far from innocent.

As the show went on, you sent her a few more tips, one to encourage her to take some clothing off, another to see her edge herself.

You ignored the part of you that knew the real reason you were so generous with your tips was not for your own viewing pleasure. At the end of the day, you wanted her to feel appreciated. And if a small dollar amount could make her smile on a particularly rough day or help her buy that one thing she really wanted, you’d give in every time.

Not to mention, she was amazing at what she did.

Watching her touch herself, listening to her moans, seeing those long, pretty fingers stretch herself out - it made you feel hot all over. It also made your imagination run wild. You wanted badly to be the one getting those reactions out of her.

You thought about her far more than you should’ve, wondering how she liked to be fucked when she was with a partner, how loud she could really get, what positions were her favorites, the list was endless.

And every time you sat there and watched her rub her clit in tight circles, her glistening cunt on full display, juices dripping down her thighs, you couldn’t help but wonder so much about how she would taste.

Would she be sweet, or tangy, or both? Would she let you tease her until she was desperate, or would she grab you by your hair and fuck your face until she was satisfied?

As your mind spun with the possibilities, you were drawn back to the present by the sight of her coming undone on your screen.

She looked like a work of art when she came, with her eyebrows furrowed so cutely, eyes squeezed shut, and her mouth hung open in pure pleasure.

The whimpers that left her mouth made you uncomfortably wet and it wasn’t uncommon for you to join her, getting yourself off to the sights and sounds only her show could give you.

You felt a twinge of sadness as she began to say her goodbyes for the night, but you’d see her again in a couple days and you couldn’t wait.

You became especially excited for the next show when she teased that she’d be using toys, blowing a kiss to the camera before ending the stream.

Despite the long and frustrating day you’d had, you fell asleep with a smile on your face and hoped your dreams would be filled with Wanda.

The day of her next show caught up with you before you knew it.

Work was busy, but the good kind of busy, and you arrived home so pleasantly tired each night that sleep came easily.

It was your day off and you were making your morning coffee when you heard some commotion outside. Out of curiosity, since you did live in a rather quiet apartment complex, you decided to see what was going on.

When you opened the door, you gasped at what you saw.

There she was - Wanda, Scarlet Witch, your guilty pleasure - moving boxes into the unit next door.

You couldn’t believe your own eyes. The woman you fantasized about regularly, who had no idea who you were, was… your new neighbor?

A thousand thoughts took over your mind, none of them helpful as she noticed your presence.

She’s even prettier in real life. I’m dreaming, aren’t I? Is she moving in? Oh god, how will I even act around her? Maybe she’s helping someone else move. Maybe she’s not. Her hair looks so soft. And her eyes… they’re the perfect shade of green. Her eyes that are looking directly at me, oh fuck.

“Hi, do you live here?” she asked cheerily, setting down the boxes she was holding.

“Uh, y-yeah… yes, I do.” You wanted to slap yourself for being such a nervous wreck in front of her. “Are you moving in?”

“Yes! Just signed a one-year lease,” she said, before shaking her head. “Sorry, my name’s Wanda.”

She held out her hand for you to shake, the same hand you watched her pleasure herself with twice a week, but you tried not to think about that.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N,” you replied, awkwardly returning the gesture and feeling yourself flush as your hands touched for the first time. “Do you, um, need any help?”

“No, it’s okay! I’m just bringing up some of the important stuff and I have movers helping with the rest, but thank you,” she beamed, appearing truly grateful for the offer.

Doing your best not to let there be an uncomfortable silence, you came up with a friendly response.

“Well, if you need any help, let me know. Or if you have any questions about the place. Anything really!” You rubbed the back of your neck, trying to physically force the nerves out of your body. “You know where I live, so…”

“Right, thank you. I appreciate it,” she smiled. “See you around, Y/N.”

And with that she was collecting her boxes again to take them inside her apartment.

You rushed back inside your own apartment, finally letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

See you around, Y/N.

The way your name rolled off her tongue had a smile making its way onto your face, but the other half of her sentence filled you with dread.

See you around. You would be seeing her, she was your neighbor now. You’d barely survived brief introductions with her and you knew this wasn’t the last time you’d have to interact with her.

You were torn between pure joy and crippling anxiety.

And guilt.

You felt waves of guilt hit you as reality settled in. Wanda had seemed so excited to have met her neighbor, someone kind and willing to help. She had no idea you knew her already, and quite intimately at that. You’d seen her fully exposed, you were familiar with how she liked to touch herself, you knew what her face looked like when she was denied an orgasm, and also when she had one. And she was completely unaware of it.

The guilt drove you to miss her show that night.

You couldn’t bring yourself to watch, knowing she was filming it next door, especially knowing that in her mind, you were probably watching television or reading a book to relax for the night, not watching her masturbate on camera.

It didn’t even occur to you that she might’ve been thinking of you that night, her attractive new neighbor, as she clenched around her favorite toy in front of her viewers.

You opted out of tuning in for the next few weeks.

During this time, Wanda had actually taken you up on your offer and had come knocking on your door with questions about the complex.

She tried not to feel bad about bothering you, not when your face lit up every time she stopped by.

Not even when she considered she might just be coming up with things to be confused about so she would have an excuse to talk to you.

You certainly didn’t mind helping her, in fact, those brief moments were the new highlights of many of your days.

The more you saw her, the more you were motivated to stay away from her online activities. Being around her felt way too good for you to mess it up by watching her shows and letting the guilt gnaw away at you piece by piece.

Some nights, you swore you could hear her performances through the apartment walls. With red tinting your cheeks and heat pooling between your legs, you’d put on music to drown out any faint sounds that might make their way over.

It seemed that Wanda wasn’t seeing anyone, which gave you hope. She rarely had people over and the few times you’d run into each other on your way out, she mentioned she was going to see her brother or her best friend, Monica.

You wanted to do this right, despite the occasional nagging feeling that you were lying to her, or at least omitting the truth.

You felt especially bad when you had to feign interest in her work, asking her what she did for a living as if you didn’t already know. She responded saying something about online networking and you bit your lip to hide your smile at her cover.

You knew you were crushing hard, so you tried to live your lie. As much as you really wanted to at times, you didn’t let yourself give into temptation. You didn’t watch her shows.

Until one night, when you received an unexpected email notification.

It was a link for an “exclusive” Scarlet Witch livestream. It wasn’t one of her normal show nights and that piqued your interest.

The email said she would be doing something extra special to give back to the most devoted of her viewers. Your curiosity outweighed your conscience, and you found yourself back on the website you thought you’d left behind.

When she appeared on screen, you felt a mix of guilt and excitement. You had missed seeing her like this, but it also felt wrong and you tried to push that feeling down and just focus on her.

She went through her introductions, saying hello and thank you to viewers as they joined and chatted and sent small tips. You didn’t want to seem cold, knowing you were usually one of her best tippers, so you went against your better judgment and sent in a greeting and a tip as well.

“Welcome back, WitchsGirl, I’ve missed you darling. And thank you for the generous tip,” Wanda said into the camera, flashing a smile. You felt as though you could melt right then and there. She’d noticed your absence all this time and you briefly wondered if just disappearing like that was a dick move; you hadn’t even considered that she would notice, let alone miss you.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Wanda’s voice over the stream.

“So tonight’s show is gonna be a little different,” she started. “I would like to make a private custom video for my highest tipper. Whoever it ends up being, just private message me what you’d like to see in your video and I’ll make your dreams come true.”

Your jaw dropped. A custom video, just for you, for your eyes only.

You didn’t know if it was the overwhelming desire to see her in a way no one else would get to or if it was the jealousy that consumed you at the thought of someone else getting that chance instead, but your mind was already made up.

You knew it was wrong, but you simply couldn’t pass up an opportunity like this.

You started out tipping slowly in smaller amounts, just to keep up with some of the other viewers. But at the end of the show, when she was about to call it, you sent in the highest tip of the night, securing the prize as your own.

“Wow, thank you WitchsGirl, looks like I’ll be making something very special for you!” she exclaimed with a shocked expression on her face, followed by a suggestive smile.

Your heart was beating fast in your chest, and it only worsened when you received a message from her after the livestream had ended.

Let me know what you’d like to see in your video, sweetheart <3

You blushed at the pet name, even though you knew she was really saying it to the anonymous “WitchsGirl” and not to you directly.

You thought long and hard about what you wanted to request, and then it came to you. You remembered seeing something on a website one time - a sizable dark red dildo with a clit-sucking vibrator to match - and thinking of her, Scarlet Witch.

Is it possible for me to buy you something to use for the video?

You nervously pressed send and waited for her response, which came surprisingly fast.

That’s so sweet, I would love that. Just use the “send a gift” link on my page.

You followed the link and purchased the items, smiling to yourself as you imagined her reaction. Would she think it was thoughtful? Would she like the symbolism?

Before you could get too wrapped up in your own thoughts, you decided to message her back.

Ordered, expedited shipping. I hope you enjoy pretty girl.

That night, you fell asleep to thoughts of Wanda, filming something just for you, using the toys you picked out for her to pleasure herself.

Two days later, Wanda received a package.

She knew it was her gift for the video since she wasn’t expecting anything else and she almost couldn’t contain her excitement.

She opened the package enthusiastically and gasped when she saw its contents. She picked up the large silicone cock first, mouth agape not only at the length and girth, but at the deep red color of it. She loved that it was a matching set. She focused her attention on the vibrator next, making a mental note to make sure she charged it or put in batteries, whichever was required.

She set the items down to dispose of the packaging when she noticed something odd. There was a name on the package that wasn’t hers.

It was yours.

She frowned in confusion. Why would your name be on her package? Her mind raced with possible explanations, but she only landed on one that made sense.

But you couldn’t be WitchsGirl, could you?

Sure, she’d caught your eyes lingering on her before and sometimes she wondered if you liked her in more than just a friendly way, but until now she’d assumed it was pretty innocent.

Then she thought about how one of her best and most adoring viewers had disappeared for weeks, ever since… the day she met you.

Oh. It really was you.

Upon this realization, she knew exactly what she had to do.

Later that night, you settled into bed with a cup of tea and a new episode of your favorite show on Hulu waiting for you.

You were about to put it on when your phone chimed with a notification, which you might’ve ignored if the “Scarlet Witch” in the preview didn’t catch your eye.

You opened it up and felt your body heat up at the thumbnail of the video link attached. Any thoughts of doing anything else went out the window and you were already opening the link, ready to see Wanda using the toys you’d bought for her.

A sultry “hi baby” was the first thing you heard when you pressed play and it sent a shock of arousal straight to your core.

You bit your lip at the sight of Wanda sitting atop her bed in nothing but a lacy set of black lingerie, with two maroon-colored items in front of her. You were certain if you could see yourself in that moment, you’d be as red as her new toys.

“Thank you for these, I love them,” she said, running her hands along her thighs. “I can’t wait to fill myself up with this one.” She ran her fingertips along the thick dildo, then moved them to the vibrator, picking it up. “And this one… I bet it’s gonna feel so good on my clit.”

She bit her lip and you knew you were a goner, already clenching your thighs together.

She took off her bra and cupped her breasts, massaging them as she looked into the camera. If you were being honest, it felt more like she was looking into your soul. She pinched and teased straining pink nipples, letting out affected breaths as she worked herself up.

“If you were here, I’d have you suck on them. Just the thought is making me so wet.”

God. You’d heard her talk dirty before, but never to you and you only. You tried to control your breathing as you kept watching.

She teased herself over her panties, stroking her fingers along the front of them before pulling them to the side and exposing her bare pussy. You could tell she was wet from the way the light hit her slick folds and you practically drooled.

She covered herself once more, much to your dismay, but you couldn’t complain when she was hooking her fingers in the top of her panties and pulling them down.

She spread her legs for you, using one hand to spread herself open and give you a better view of her dripping center.

Wanda lazily touched herself for a minute, stroking her clit and dipping her fingers inside of herself, before she moved her hand to her mouth and sucked her digits clean.

“Mmm, I bet you want a taste too, don’t you sweetheart?”

Yes. Please. You wanted to plead out loud as if you weren’t watching a prerecorded video. It almost felt cruel for her to tease you with the prospect of something you’d wanted for so long.

She reached for the vibrator first and turned it on at a low setting. She swiped it through her folds before pressing the suction part to her clit and letting out a shaky moan. “Fuck, this was such a good gift detka.”

You throbbed at her words, especially the term of endearment. You’d never heard her say it on any of her streams before, you weren’t even really sure what it meant, but it aroused you to no end.

She increased the vibrations and started letting out desperate, needy moans, her hips beginning to buck into the toy. She looked like an absolute meal, spread out for you, as she humped against the item you gifted her.

Her eyes were fluttering shut despite her trying to maintain eye contact with the camera and you could tell she was getting close already. Watching her let go and lose herself in her pleasure without the pressure of tippers begging for her to edge or telling her what they wanted to see was heavenly.

“Oh, fuck, do you want-” she cut herself off with a whimper. “Do you want to see me cum like this?” She panted as she spoke, her eyes shut tightly as she teetered on the edge.

You wished you could respond and tell her yes, you wanted to watch her fall apart just like that.

As if she could hear your thoughts, she kept the toy latched onto her sensitive clit until she was crying out. Her body shook as she hit her peak, her hips nearly lifting off the mattress. You were certain you’d soaked through your own underwear at the sight of her riding out her orgasm against the vibrator in her hand, her head thrown back and her face contorted in pleasure.

“God,” she breathed out as she came down from her high. “I’m definitely using this again. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to put it down after that.”

She laughed breathily at her own comment, but your gaze was fixed on the space between her legs, where a string of her juices hung between the toy and her messy pussy. You wished you were there to collect it into your mouth.

“I think I’m wet enough for this one now, hm?” Her words brought you out of your trance and you watched as she replaced the vibrator in her hand with the large dildo you had almost forgotten about.

She brought it up to her lips, sucking on the head for a moment, and then moved it lower. She dragged it through her folds, coating the length of the toy with her arousal. You cursed under your breath - you didn’t think you’d ever seen her this wet.

She teased her entrance with the head of the fake cock, dipping it inside before pulling out again. You looked at her face, almost choking at the sinful gaze she was giving the camera, green eyes dark with lust.

Wanda groaned as she finally pushed the toy inside her aching center, her walls fluttering around the welcome intrusion. Your thighs pressed together tightly at the view of her filling herself to the brim, her chest heaving.

“Fuck, I’ve never been so full,” she whined, adjusting to the size. “It’s so big, you’re filling me up so good.”

You audibly moaned at that, beginning to think that if she kept talking to you that way you’d fall apart without even being touched.

She began slowly pumping the toy in and out of her tight hole, moaning each time it disappeared inside her cunt. You could hear how wet she was, sloshing sounds reaching your ears with every thrust.

“Shit, that feels so good, so fucking good,” she breathed out, increasing her pace. “Maybe next time I’ll ride it for you, would you like that?”

Your heart nearly stopped at her words. Next time?

“Mmm, god, you know what I’m thinking about? You, wearing this, fucking me with it,” she panted out. “Do you want to fuck me slow and edge me all night? Or would you fuck me fast and rough and make me cum?” As she spoke, she began to thrust the toy with more force, her free hand gripping the sheets desperately.

The thought of using the toy on her made you dizzy with lust. You imagined kissing her neck as you pounded into her or laying back as she bounced in your lap, making you beg to touch her.

“I’m so close, detka, oh!” Her eyes slammed shut as the tight coil inside her became almost unbearable. “Fuck, Y/N, right there, I’m-”

Before she could finish her sentence, she came, hard.

She spasmed against the bed, her thighs seeming unsure if they wanted to close or stay open with how violently they twitched. Her moans came out broken, her mouth hung open in a silent scream.

She gushed around the toy, cum spilling out with each thrust as she slowed down her movements.

You felt like the luckiest person on the planet. You were insanely turned on by what you were seeing and hearing through your screen. She looked beautiful in the throes of pleasure, and the way she moaned your name as she hit her peak did unspeakable things to you.

The way she moaned your name.

You hazily registered that she’d cried out your actual name, not your username, but you were distracted as she spoke again.

“That was… fuck,” she said, breathing heavily and attempting to sit up straight. “Thank you for these. I hope you enjoyed your gift as much as I enjoyed mine.” She had a goofy, blissed out smile on her face and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Goodnight, detka, I’ll be seeing you.”

She ended the video there and everything that had just happened played over in your mind. How were you ever supposed to act normal around her again after this?

Not only that, but she’d moaned your name when she came undone. Was that an accident? Was she thinking about the real you while she touched herself and it just slipped out? Or did she somehow know that the person she was making that for was you?

No, there was no way she could know that.

You mulled it over for a while and decided to sleep on it. Your mind was running in circles and you were exhausted. On top of that, you were still extremely sexually frustrated.

You tossed and turned, attempting to ignore your nagging thoughts brought on by the night’s events. Eventually, you did fall asleep, your exhaustion finally taking over your impeccable ability to overthink.

The next morning, you woke up later than usual, deciding to make breakfast instead of coffee since you overslept.

Spending time in the kitchen with some music in the background kept your mind off of things - thank god, you weren’t quite ready to deal with reality just yet - but a knock at the door interrupted the moment.

You weren’t sure who you were expecting to see, but it certainly wasn’t Wanda, looking adorable as ever in a skirt and black thigh-highs.

“Hi,” you managed, nerves kicking in.

“Hey,” she said, looking at you sweetly with those hypnotizing green eyes. “Sorry if this is weird but I was wondering if you had any honey? I just made some tea and I didn’t realize I ran out of honey…”

“Uh, yeah, I think I do,” you responded, stepping back from the doorway. “You can come in while I look.”

“Sure, thank you.”

You went back to the kitchen, Wanda trailing behind, and began to search the cabinets for wherever you might’ve left it.

“If you don’t have any, that’s fine too,” she said softly.

As you looked around, you didn’t notice Wanda coming further into the kitchen, where she leaned against the counter and looked at you with a smirk on her face.

You located the honey, but the next words out of Wanda’s mouth made your heart stop and the bottle fall from your grasp.

“So, did you enjoy my video, Y/N?”

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Red, White, and Rooster

Series Warnings: Language, alcohol consumption. Frenemies to lovers, relationship of convenience. Political situations. Allegations of affairs, military and political inaccuracies. Smut. 18+ Minors DNI. Banner Credit: @thedroneranger Masterlist Previous Part Next Part

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Chapter 12: mirrorball

Tinsel, lights, bows, fake snow, wreaths, ornaments, and trees as far as the eye could see filled the White House and its grounds. You'd gone over holiday decorating plans until you were blue in the face. You never knew decking the halls of the White House could be so stressful. You'd chosen a traditional Christmas decor style with lots of reds and greens and golds. It was classic, with a touch of modern thanks to some LED lights and some sustainably sourced pines and firs.

Everything looked beautiful. It was perfect—it had to be. Because if it wasn't, you were sure that would be the first thing your parents would say.

You always had a love-hate relationship with the holidays. You'd hoped that you and Bradley would be able to spend a quiet Christmas Eve together in pjs, but he insisted that your parents come for a Christmas dinner along with his godfather Maverick and his wife Penny. Jake and Jaycee were also joining you because neither of their families could get a flight out in time.

You paced nervously as you went over your mental checklist one more time. Everything had to be perfect.

You took extra care with getting ready for dinner. It was semi-formal, and your parents wouldn't expect anything less.

You were wearinging a maroon dress with cap sleeves and lace detailed bodice. The dress was tea length with an a-line skirt that slightly flared. You paired it with a classic black pump and your signature low bun. The diamonds Rooster and given you this year accented the dress. You also opted to layer the pearl necklace your parents had given you as a wedding present with your pendant. You weren't fond of pearls, but you knew if you didn't wear it, you'd never hear the end of it.

Bradley could tell you were nervous. When he really thinks about it, he's never seen you like this. Your parents were always a touchy subject. The handful of times he'd met them, they seemed to be focused on your flaws rather than your accomplishments. He's pretty sure the only time he's ever heard them say they were proud of you was at the wedding.

You were touching your makeup up in the mirror when he came behind you to give you a reassuring hug. "It's going to be fine. It won't be just them there." He tried to remind you as he pressed a kiss to your temple.

"Everything has to be perfect." You tell him. "It's okay if it isn't." He says. "No, it isn't. Not all of us had the supportive parental figure growing up Bradley. My parents only really cared when I started getting into debate and politics. And even then, they were only interested if I was winning. Because a win was the only thing they could show off. A shiny, perfect, victorious daughter, that's what they wanted, so that's what I became. That's what I still have to be. That's the only way they'll notice me. That's the only way they'll love me." You whispered the last part before wiping away a stray tear.

"Please make sure Maverick doesn't say anything deeply offensive to my father tonight about Admiral Cain's drone program. My father is on the committee for it. I've already warned him about it as well." You say, changing from doom and gloom to perky at the drop of a hat. It gives Bradley whiplash sometimes when he sees just how fast you can turn your emotions on and off.

"I've already told him, but you know Maverick. He's five foot seven inches of unpredictable rage. I'm sure Penny will keep him under control." Bradley laughs. You roll your eyes before lacing your hands with his. "Let's get this show on the road."

You stood neverously in the foyer, waiting for everyone to arrive. Maverick and Penny got there first, both greeting you with warm hugs and a smile. Jake and Jaycee tumbled in not long after them. Jaycee whispered some words of encouragement as she hugged you. Last to arrive where your parents. Senator and Congressman Wiseman. They weren't late per say, but they made sure to arrive late enough so that their entrance would be noticed.

"Mother, Father, Merry Christmas." You greeted them. "Hello, darling." Your mother greeted you with a quick hug. Your father was bit warmer, but still cold. "Mr. President! So good to see you. How's my favorite son in law!" Your mother beamed as she went to hug Bradley. Bradley responded that both of you were doing well as he shook your father's hand.

Before dinner, you decided to give your guests a private tour of the decorations. "They're a bit dated, dear, don't you think?" Your mother critiqued you. Your shoulders slumped at her comment. "I think they look wonderful, Y/N. They're traditional and elegant." Maverick quickly commented. You whispered a thank you to him.

By the time the tour was over, your parents had picked apart the decor you had chosen, commented on the fact that you hadn't offered to let them stay the night, and criticized the last event you'd hosted for your social cause. Your father also kept trying to talk shop with Bradley, even though you kept reminding him that this wasn't a business dinner but a family celebration.

Thankfully, dinner was served quickly after, and soon everyone was eating and having pleasant conversations. You silently picked at your chicken while listening to what was being said, quickly butting in if something was about to get too heated.

You really thought you were home free by the time dessert was being served—boy were you wrong.

Somehow, the topic of your marriage came up, and your mother asked that faithful question, "When are the two of you going to have children? I've read several articles about how people would love to see a White House filled with babies again, like back in the Kennedy era."

"Mother, Bradley, and I have barely been married a year. We'll have kids when the time is right." You tell her. "Well, honey, you're thirty-one. You aren't getting any younger." She tells you as she spears a berry from her cake.

"We still have plenty of time to have children. We don't want to rush into anything that we aren't ready for." You tell her politely. Bradley can feel you tense up beside him. He places his hand on your thigh and rubs circles with his thumb to try and calm you down.

"I know you think you have time, dear, but it's your job as the First Lady, especially a young First Lady, to give the world some presidential babies." She states. "I know you think you have a career to focus on, but your time in the campaigning and staffer world is over. You're never going to be able to work, if that's what you want to call what you were doing before, in politics again after Bradley's second term is up. No one is going to take a former First Lady seriously."

Anger thrums through your body. Your leg is shaking, you have a death grip on your fork, and tears prick your eyes. Bradley turns to you to speak, but you cut him off.

"That's enough, Mother." You say. You take a deep breath and meet her eyes across the table. She narrows hers at you, as if she's daring you to say something else. "I'm never going to be good enough for you, am I?" You ask her. "What?" She looks at you with feigned confusion.

"No matter what I do, what I wear, what I say, what I accomplish, it's still not going to be enough." You tell her. "I win first place in the school debate. You tell me that if I worked harder, I could have won the state one. I graduate at the top of my class in high school? You told me that I should have had a perfect GPA. I land a killer internship in college, and you say that I shouldn't be working for a representative from such a small state. I get a no-name independent elected to the presidency, and you think the best thing I've done with that is marry him! And then even that isn't good enough now, either! I've spent my entire life being a mirrorball, trying to keep your attention for even a fraction of a second because you and dad always put everything else before me! I've tried my whole life to be good enough for you, and it still isn't enough! So, like I said, no matter what I do, you'll never be satisfied. You'll never be proud of me. You'll never really love me." With that last comment, your nerve breaks, and the tears fall. You quickly excuse yourself from dinner and run out of the room. Bradley moves to follow you, but Jaycee beats him.

He turns back to the remaining people at the table who are looking at him with wide eyes.

"I can't believe she just said that! Ted, can you believe how your daughter just spoke to me?!" Your mother gasps.

Bradley takes a deep breath and collects himself.

"Congressman and Senator Wiseman, I think you should leave. He tells them.

"Excuse me?" Your father says.

"I said I think the two of you should leave. You've both overstayed your welcome." Bradley says calmly. "You're kicking us out because Y/N is so sensitive? How rude of you." Your mother tells him.

"The only person who has been rude this evening is you, Senator." Bradley states. Your mother scoffs at him and then darts her eyes across the room to the other patrons still seated at the table. None of them speak up to defend her.

"I was only telling her the truth. Y/N has never been good at handling it." She doubles down on her comments.

"The truth? You think that was the truth?" Bradley begins to raise his voice. "No, let me tell you what the truth is." He states through gritted teeth.

"Y/N has worked harder than any other campaign manager or Chief of Staff that I have ever known. She put her whole heart into my campaign because she believed in me. She quite literally almost lost her life for my presidency. Speaking of? Where were you when someone tried to murder her? Did you even call her to see if she was okay? The night of the election, you sent her a text congratulating her, a text message! You didn't even have the decency to call her and tell her how proud you were of her accomplishment. Are you even proud of her for what she did? Because I am! And all evening, you've sat on your high horse and picked her apart bit by bit, and I'm sick of it! So you can get your things and leave. Dante will show you to the door." Bradley tells them as he exhales deeply.

"Mr. President, you can't talk to us like that. Ted, are you going to let him speak to us like that?!" Your mother asks him.

"Right now, I'm not the president, Cynthia. I'm simply a husband who is furious about how his wife has been treated this evening." Bradley states as he stands up to lean over the table.

"But as the president, I'm telling you right now that if you ever speak to her like that again, or treat her like she is some prized show pony, I guarantee that you will never see another bill that you propose get passed, I will cut off your committee funding, and I will personally endorse and campaign for whom ever runs against you in your next election. Do you understand?" Bradley says with venom in his voice.

Your parents shake their heads before being escorted out. He sits back down and shakes his head before looking at the three people who are still at the table.

"I'm sorry. I—" He waves his hands, not sure what to say. "It's fine, Bradley. You said what needed to be said. Now go check on your girl. Jake can help us from here." Maverick says as he parts Bradley on the shoulder before he leaves the dining room.

Bradley knocked on the door before entering. You were lying on the bed whimpering as Jaycee stroked your shoulder to try and soothe you. "Babe, Bradley is here, I'm going to give you two some space." Jaycee quietly whispered to you before getting up to leave.

You sat up when Bradley joined you on the bed.

"I'm sorry." You sniffled as you tried to wipe your mascara stained cheeks. "I'm sorry that I ruined the evening, I shouldn't have said those things. I know I probably embarrassed you and everyone else. My parents are going to hate me now. Everyone else out there probably hates me." You rambled tearfully as Bradley pulled you to his chest to hug you.

"It's just my mom—she kept on picking and poking and it my anxiety just kept building and building, and—" Your body starts to tremble as your breathing becomes labored. "The weight of it—its just so much to bear, and I—I can't breathe." You pant out. Your hand flies to your throat as you desperately attempt to unclasp the strand of pearls from your neck. They're a physical reminder of the grip your parents have on you.

"Bradley—I can't breathe—I —I" He sees the panic written all over your face. He's trying to help you, but you're shaking and fighting the necklace, and he can't get a grip on the clasp. Before he can do anything else, you pull at the strand and rip it off. Dozens of white orbs fly off the string and clatter unceremoniously to the floor. You let out a long exhale before slouching onto him. You grab the oval pendant you're still wearing and run your thumb and index finger over it as you calm down. Bradley sits there silently with you.

"You have nothing to be sorry for." He tells you after a few minutes. You look up at him. Your eyes are still bleary from the tears you've shed. "I mean it. They were awful to you, and I should have said something sooner. If anyone should apologize, it's me." He tells you.

You open your mouth to speak, but he cuts you off. "Right after you left, I kicked them out and told them how horrible they were to you. I also made sure that they know if they even treat you like that again, at least while I'm president, it will be the end of both of their careers." He tells you proudly.

Fresh tears spring to your eyes. "Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you." You sob over and over again as you bury your head into his chest.

"I love you, Y/N. I'd do anything in this world for you. I mean it." Bradley tells you as he kisses the top of your hair. "Love you too." You tell him. Your words come out muffled from how hard you face is pressed up against him.

"If you're feeling up to it, we still have presents to open with Mav and Penny and Jake and Jaycee." He says. You smile. "I'd like that." You tell him. "Good, but first, we need to change." He states with a twinkle in his eye. He hands you a box to unwrap, and you smile when you see what's inside.

Twenty minutes later, the six of you are curled up on couches with mugs of coca and piles of wrapping paper. You can't remember the last time you smiled at Christmas or smiled this much in general, but you know, as long as Bradley is around, you were going to be happy.

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I'm a waking hell and the gods grow tired by @wolfiemcwolferson | M | 4k A Hunger Games AU wherein Charles and Pierre are both victors, doing their best to survive the glittering death trap of the Capitol and taking solace in each other for one singular night a year. Until everything changes one fatal Games. This fic truly captured the essence of the Hunger Games world, and tugged on every heartstring I have as a longtime fan of the series. The writing is so poignant, and I was moved almost to tears a couple of times, while also being kept on the edge of my seat. This was truly a stunning portrayal of love and the revolution it brings.

'“Charles,” he whispers, his voice raw from talking all night. “I love you.” Charles stumbles backwards. It’s the worst thing he’s ever said. It’s an admittance. It’s a confession to what Charles was worried about.'

tell me, baby by @ilspredestinato | M | 4.1k This is a softer sort of AU than some of the others on this list - Pierre and Charles are simply two normal people, not drivers, who meet by chance at a New Year's party and are instantly drawn to each other. Everything about this AU makes me feel warm and hopeful inside: Pierre and Charles' meeting is described with such loving detail, and just enough slight awkwardness to make it believable but still achingly sweet and heartwarming. The fic as a whole is exactly that: heartwarming and hopeful, and exactly the sort of thing with which to wrap up an old year and start the new.

“Stop,” Charles did his best to roll his eyes, even if the dimples next to the corners of his lips betrayed him. He let Pierre’s laugh die down before speaking, nudging at his legs back. “Say my name.” He didn’t have to ask twice, Pierre’s fingers reaching out to tug at the neckline of his jumper the same way Charles had done himself when they were standing against the railing, smile firmly in place. “Charles.” “See?” He raised one hand, wrapping it around Pierre’s wrist softly, keeping the touch there even when he felt like shaking. It wasn’t like he couldn’t blame it on the cold. “You have an accent, too. Way prettier.” Pierre was already shaking his head before he finished speaking, making a small noise of disagreement. “No,” he said, tugging at Charles’ jumper again. They were too close, Charles realised, speaking right up into the other’s space. “Say my name.” He didn’t really mind. “Pierre.” The way Pierre looked at him made Charles want to squirm, even if they weren’t doing anything more than talking. He went all in, was the thing, thoughts so clearly stroked in every inch of his face Charles found it hard not to believe them. “Beautiful.”

firebug by @grandprix-ao3 | T | 5.9k Charles is a popular Twitch streamer. His boyfriend Pierre exists to his audience mostly off screen or at least, his face is never in frame. One day Pierre presents Charles with a pair of pink cat ear headphones. Charles's audience becomes fascinated by the mysterious boyfriend. This is just a cute, sweet, angst-free, low stakes established relationship fic that is having a lot of fun with the adorableness factor of Charles in cat ears and a boyfriend who adores him.

'“Jeez, Charlito,” Pierre says, hyperbolic in exasperation. He raises his eyebrows in a jitter, flicking the corner of the box with enough edge to his nails to make it pop. “I just think you are cute when you purr during your streams.” It’s awful how deftly Charles feels the heat rise in his cheeks. He almost wants to flatten his palms against them to hide the awful shade of pink he knows must be there, perhaps as red as the oversized headphones he already owns and wears for his streams, definitely not courtesy of Pierre, or anyone but himself, for that matter. “I am not—” he starts, cutting himself off with teeth in the back of his bottom lip. ‘I am not purring, I am making engine sounds,’ is probably not going to do anything but make Pierre laugh at him more, so he quits while he’s ahead. “You are so annoying,” he says, instead, like that’s somehow a defense. “I hate you. I am not wearing these stupid headphones.”'

an autumnal affair by @hourcat | T | 11.4k Pierre Gasly is to wed Charles' cousin to save the Leclerc name from disrespute. They fall in love. Pierre in this fic is perfect as a pride and prejudice-ish gentleman, rakish and lovely, and the chemistry between him and Charles is instant and undeniable - when reading it feels inevitable that these two belong together. Of course everything it is not so easy, the author puts you through many twists and although this has a happy ending the heartache a long the way is exquisite.

Once upon a time—a lifetime ago, practically—Pierre had told him that he was a good man. But that cannot be true, because the idea of having to watch his love and his cousin have a life together makes him both angry and horribly, terribly, unforgivably jealous. Charles should not have done this in the first place. Pierre had come to marry Giada, had come to pledge his life to her, and Charles had intervened. He knows he has no right to be upset. But he is. He is, and Pierre will never love him the way he wants to again, and he will never recover from this hole that’s ripped right through his heart. It’s all very simple, really. Charles curls up tighter in his sheets. Pierre will never love him again. A fresh round of tears swallows him entirely. It will be a long rest of his life if he has to watch them together on the estate.

jump then fall into me by @your-littlesecret | M | 13.6k Charles finds a lost puppy, and takes it to a local animal shelter, where he meets a very qualified (and very handsome) man. This story is adorable! I was literally giggling, kicking my feet and rolling around while I read it. I love how clueless Charles is, and how Pierre is immediately so very fond of him. And the puppy is adorable - I love her name!

He brings everything upstairs and once he’s put everything on a place he thinks will be okay, he lays on the floor with his stomach down and stares at his new family member. “What should I call you, huh?” There’s no answer, of course, only a lick to his nose before she goes back to the very important task of chewing on a toy Charles just bought.

nsfw: Imzadi by @effervescentdragon | E | 31k Star Trek AU. Pierre and Charles meet as children, when Charles is among the few survivors of a genocide. Pierre's mother serves in Starfleet, which is dispatched for the rescue effort. It's the beginning of a love that lasts a lifetime. It's not necessary to be familiar with Star Trek to enjoy this but if you are, this fic hews closely and lovingly to not only Star Trek canon, but the entire philosophy of the franchise. It was like a long catch up with an old friend. If you don't know Trek, or don't know it well, the Piarles-ness of the Piarles is note perfect. They are truly soulmates in every universe and this fic not only captures that, it is soaking in it. Possible CW for dubcon (of the sex pollen variety - which only increases the Trek-ness of this fic, considering where sex pollen started. It's actually very enthusiastic on both sides). I also love how Akira manages to make Charles's part-Betazoid empathic ability absolutely no help at all when it comes to Pierre.

"Charles? You're here?" The uncertainty in his voice is the final straw that pushes Charles to move and fall onto Pierre. He is mindful of all the tubes and needles and Pierre’s broken arm, but he needs to touch Pierre, needs to feel him, to know that he’s really here, and alive. His uninjured hand comes up and he tangles it into Charles’ hair, and the gesture is so familiar, it makes Charles cry. Pierre holds onto him until Charles cries himself out. It's Pierre who is hurt, though, and Charles feels stupid and selfish for being the one falling apart when his best friend had almost died. He pushes away, wiping his face as he sits back and grabs at Pierre’s hand, needing to feel him physically, because he can’t feel Pierre’s emotions at all. It’s like there is a void where his feelings used to be, and Charles opens his mouth to ask about it when Pierre beats him to the punch.

nsfw: sometimes I feel like a hostage by @wolfiemcwolferson | E | 36.2k Charles is a prince of Monaco, feeling stifled under the weight of a duty that he never asked for. Pierre is his bodyguard. Look, I just REALLY like the bodyguard trope, ok? This is a gorgeous example. Charles is inexperienced, Pierre is kind and a great protector, the secondary pairings are great (I squealed when one appeared kind of by stealth) and this just scratched a very particular itch for me. Tiredtiredsharl writes these two so well, in any situation.

'Charles starts to feel awkward again, this is so far outside of anything he’s ever known and it’s hard not to feel self conscious as he closes the door to this too big room with the too big bed, unsure of what he’s even needing. Pierre had said intimate. They were going to be intimate. Pierre pulls his coat off, standing beside the little half dresser thing and places it neatly on top. He hadn’t pulled a hat or gloves or a scarf out to wear so he’s now in one of those much too large sweaters that swallow him whole. Oh. Charles can take it off him. “Come here, Charles.” Pierre says, leaning against the dresser. Charles takes the three steps towards him. “Should this be sexier?” He hates that he just asked that question. Pierre doesn’t laugh though. He takes one of Charles' hands and pulls the glove off starting with the fingertips and working it off gently before he says, “There are no rules here. Sex between people who care about each other should be however the two of them wish it to be and it is special because they are together." Pierre is working the other glove off Charles' hand now. It’s so tender that Charles can admit, “I feel very dumb right now.” Pierre snorts. “And I feel very scared. So, we are even.”'

nsfw: have you brought back the light? by @wolfiemcwolferson | E | 36.7k Pierre is a superhero and Charles is his non-superpower boyfriend. A villain targets Charles and he gets sucked in to the multiverse where he gets stuck with a Pierre that isn't his. This fic might be a superhero fic at first glance but what I love most about it is the exploration of grief and trauma and the ways they appear in both universe. The storytelling in this is divine - the way the details of the relationship between Charles and Pierre in both universes is slowly revealed while Charles tries not lose hope that he will get rescued makes an emotional rollercoaster of the best kind.

"You know you’re an idiot .” Charles bites. “You have everything and you -” he wraps his arms around himself. “He moved out because he has feelings for you and you just let him go.” Pierre’s face goes carefully blank. Like that blankness that he leans on when he’s trying not to react to Charles specifically . “No.” “Yes,” Charles bites, and because he suddenly feels like a little soft animal with his belly exposed so he hits back. “You have Esteban and Anthoine and Charles wants you and you could have everything - ” “Charles -” he steps towards him, hand outstretched, “what do you mean?” “That you have everything and you’re wasting it.” Charles says again, even though it’s not an explanation. He doesn’t care that he isn’t offering him an explanation. He’s just angry that Pierre is giving it all away without trying. He’s on the verge of tears again, yanked back to two hours earlier as he gazed at the steeple of the auction house and imagined what it must be like to live in a world like this - with that awful little voice in the back of his head that was saying it doesn’t matter how much you hate it, that’s your home and those are your people and you don’t actually hate it at all. Charles would give anything to go home. He would give anything to stand in this apartment and fight with his Pierre. He would give anything to go and sit on the memorial bench. He would give anything to go home'

nsfw: you are perfection, my only direction (it's fire on fire) by @singsweetmelodies | E | 40k Charles and Pierre are dragonriders, each aligned with a different house. They are required to marry one another to prevent a war. This story is a perfect storm of arranged marriage, marriage of convenience and idiots in love. With DRAGONS. I'm not sure I need to say much else, but if you like high fantasy, handsome men, slow burn and some hot sex well this might just be the fic for you.

'“Don’t give me that look,” Charles groans, and he manages to roll his eyes, knocking his fist against Pierre’s chest. “You’re you! Anyone would want to have sex with you, don’t be stupid. Besides, maybe now I can finally see if you’re actually telling the truth in all your smug little stories about your bedroom escapades.” For a single moment, Pierre’s expression looks frozen, like that breathless instant right before a glass tips over and smashes. Then, Pierre smiles, and when he speaks again, his voice sounds almost cracked. “Right,” he says quietly. “Of course.” Before Charles can ask him what’s wrong, his smile changes. Brightens, and smooths into something real, something a lot more like Pierre’s usual smirk. “Oh, Charlito,” he purrs, and Charles blanches. He knows that tone of voice. It’s Pierre’s flirting tone of voice, which he doesn’t save for Charles, very often, but when he does, it’s always to make Charles blush. Sure enough, Pierre says now, in a voice so layered with suggestiveness that it should be illegal, or a new form of magic all on its own – “You haven’t even heard the half of it. You will be a happy man, married to me.”'

A Nymph's Heart by @espithewarlock | T | 46k In a world where magic and fey creatures are real, Charles is a violinist and Pierre is a water nymph, but they still manage to find each other and fall in love. The worldbuilding in this fic is just brilliant: rich and vivid and so immersive, it's like you're living every step of the journey with Charles. I adored the development of the relationship between Charles and Pierre: how they go from cautious acquaintances to a special friendship to lovers in the first part, and how they prove their love and trust for each other in the second, and get to enjoy a well-deserved happy ending in the third. Music also plays an integral role in this fic, and as a musician myself, that touched my heart and moved me in such a way that I will always have a soft spot for this fic.

'Pierre stepped directly in front of Charles and raised one of the flowers, tucking it behind his ear. “A gift for a gift,” he murmured, “for playing a song at my request I gift you a flower grown from my magic.” “Thank you,” Charles said automatically. The nymph’s fingers were cool and gentle as they brushed the top of his ear and secured the stem of the flower in place. A part of him wanted to close his eyes at the sensation, but he also wanted to hold onto every moment he had to study the nymph up close.'

nsfw: chassis by @hourcat | E | 50k Charles, an art teacher, has a one night stand with Pierre, a mechanic he meets in a nightclub. And that would have been that, had not Charles's car died soon after. In desperation, he contacts Pierre. Pierre is devastatingly attractive in this, all confidence and winking flirtatiousness. Charles never stood a chance. This fic has a perfect rom com vibe, with angst, miscommunication, sassy comic relief Yuki, mutual pining, a happy ending, and some hot car sex.

Charles huffs. “Stop calling me that,” he grits, and Pierre laughs again—louder, which clearly is just pushing his passenger’s buttons even more. “Why do you call my car a girl?” Oh, this is going to make him squirm. Pierre shrugs, pointedly not looking at Charles as he pretends to ponder his answer for a moment. “Well, I work with cars, yes? I fix them, I make them run, I get them purring again.” The line of traffic in front of them slows up just enough for Pierre to make a point of turning to face Charles. “And if I am going to be so hands on, I should think it’s only right to treat them like a lady.” He winks. He turns back to the road. He barely swallows the laugh as Charles makes a choked sound at his not-so-subtle implication.

of mute swans and nests by steponthegaslys | ? | 82k Set at the Royal Ballet in London, Pierre is a talented and rising ballet dancer. The new arrival of another dancer, a generational talent, in the shape of Charles Leclerc brings along additional drama, and not just because of their building attraction. (N.B. This fic contains sensitive content - readers are advised to please mind the tags for this fic before reading). This fic is a fun take on the relationship between Pierre and Charles, told between rehearsals, dances, and revelations. The supporting characters (Alex, George, Max, Daniel) create a brilliant system around Pierre, add amazing humour and really help to tell the story too. Plus, Pierre and Charles as ballet dancers? What's not to love!

“You know,” said Pierre quietly, voice barely a whisper. “My friends don’t think you’re pretending. When you look at me on stage like you love me.”

#piarles #pairing:charles/pierre #driver:charles #driver:pierre #trope:au

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coastbycoast101 · 26 days

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Worth every penny

In this little fic I wrote let's pretend toji has money (😒😞)

Reader is afro latina/ Brazilian. Toji is a businessman (ifykyk)

Summary: basically your a prostitute looking for their next prey! Toji just happens to be it..

Authors note 📝: I will be making a series of places like Brazil and Caribbean countries, next country will def be Puerto Rico or Jamaica! 🇵🇷 🇯🇲

The funk beat rang throughout the club. Those big speakers blasting music shaking with each beat. The music is so loud you can feel it in your body, makes you wanted dance but you knew who you were here for.

Y/n walked over to toji, her scent filling up his nostrils as he sat by himself in the booth. "What are you doing all alone, Papai?" Her voice left a effect on him, her Brazilian accent sounded exotic, he never heard it before. Toji grinned at her, chuckling as he stared her down with those devilish eyes. "Waiting for a girl like you" his voice deep and sultry, the words rolling off his tongue with ease.

"what's your name?" She asked, grinning at him as she looked him up and down. Her stare lingered onto his muscular body as he lit up a cigarette, he took a long drag before blowing a cloud of smoke. "I've never seen you around here, are you from here?" She questioned, her eyes making intense eye contact with him.

Toji smirked at her, taking another drag of his cigarette before answering. "My name is Toji," he announced, exhaling a cloud of smoke towards her face. He enjoyed the way the smoke billowed between them, creating an air of mystery around him. "And I'm just visiting this lovely country."

His eyes trailed down her curvaceous body, taking in every detail before locking back onto her devilish eyes. "But seeing you here makes me want to stay longer." He winked, leaning back into the booth and crossing his arms across his broad chest.

she licked her lips as she sat down next to him, his eyes lingering onto her boobs seeing it sit pretty in her tube top. Her ass hung out those denim jean shorts she wore,his eyes taking in her appearance. "I like your muscles" she giggled, her hand reaching out to his arm. "Did I say that right?" She questioned, English wasn't her first language and It was obvious from the way she pronounced her words.

Toji raised an eyebrow at Jocelyn, amused by her boldness. He allowed her to touch him, enjoying the feel of her soft fingers against his firm flesh. "Thank you, ma." His voice is smooth, tinged with appreciation. "But don't think that's why you're here, do you?" He lightly squeezed her hand, guiding it away from his arm and placing it back on her lap. "I bet you know what you're good at, and I'm interested in experiencing it firsthand." His grin widened, showcasing his confidence and dominance. "So, how much will it cost for my first taste of Brazilian pleasure?"

she gave a good look at him, she knew he was a foreigner so his price would raise a ton. She smiled as she pushed some of her curls behind her right ear. "500 R$" her voice sultry and addicting as she leaned in closer, her hand resting on his crotch. "Is that too much for a man like you?"

Toji laughed softly, his eyes never leaving hers as he adjusted slightly under her hand. "For a girl like you? No, my dear, that sounds fair." He smirked, the corners of his mouth turning upward into a predatory smile. "I can sense you enjoy playing hard to get." He spoke calmly, his tone low and full of seduction. "But don't worry, I won't leave until I have what I came for." A challenge gleamed in his gaze as he slowly reached out to brush a strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering briefly before pulling back. "Let's make a deal; if you please me enough, you might see a bigger tip than expected."

"is that so?" She leaned in closer, his gaze going down to her plump lips as she tempted Toji. Her eyes lit up hearing he'll double it. "Follow me, Bebê" she smiled, she leads him to one of the bathrooms, pushing him into one of the empty stalls.

As they entered the stall, Toji couldn't help but admire the sway of her hips. He followed her willingly, his curiosity piqued by her choice of location. "Always the dominant one, aren't we, ma?" He murmured, closing the stall door behind them. "But I wouldn't mind letting you take control." His hands roamed over her curves, feeling the warmth beneath her clothes and imagining what lay hidden beneath. "Just remember, I'm not easy to satisfy."

"I love a challenge" she giggled as she sunk to her knees. s

She pulled his pants down,biting her lower lip as his cock sprung out his pants,Her smile wide as she gasped. "mmm, so big" she whispered before giving a kiss to his angry red tip.

Toji let out a low groan at the sight of her kneeling before him, his cock twitching at her words and the gentle kiss on its tip. "You like what you see, slut?" He asked, a note of satisfaction in his voice. "It's all yours" He gripped the edge of the stall, watching her with anticipation. Adrenaline and arousal pumping through his veins.

she licked a stripe from the base to the tip, making him groan, then she spat on his cock. She took the tip in her mouth, pushing her head down as each second passed. Her hands stroked the base while her eyes looked up at him as she took it. The eye contact intensify with each inch she took In her mouth.

Toji's breath hitched at the sensation of her warm mouth enveloping him. His grip tightened on the stall, his eyes locked on hers as she bobbed her head. He reveled in the sensation of being taken charge of, her skillful hand stroking the base while her tongue danced along his length.

"Fuck, yes, that's it, slut." He hissed, enjoying the power play. "Make me feel good." He commanded, his voice thick with lust and desire, urging her onward.

she let out a moan as she sucked him off, her cheeks hollowing in as she jerked him off. Her other hand tugged at Toji's shirt, motioning him to take it off as she took his dick deeper in her mouth.

Toji complied, quickly removing his shirt and tossing it aside. His body glistened with sweat under the dim bathroom light, his muscles flexing as he fought to maintain control. "Keep going, shitt," he urged her on, his voice hoarse now. "Show me what you're made of." Though he tried to appear calm, his thrusts became harder, his need for release growing stronger. "Don't stop, keep going just like that..." His words were filled with both demand and pleasure, his gaze never leaving her eager face.

she giggled, her mouth making lewd sounds as she bobbed her head up and down. She then pulled away for air, his cock twitching from the lost of contact before her hands wrapped around it again. Her hands fisted his cock as she took her top off, her boobs on display for him as her tongue flickered over his slit.

Toji watched her intently, his breaths coming faster as she revealed herself to him. The sight of her curves combined with her skilled ministrations had his resolve wavering. "Fuck, that's hot." He muttered, his voice thick with lust. "Are you trying to distract me, ma?" He teased, knowing well what she was doing to him. "But I can't deny it feels amazing." He arched his back slightly, his hips bucking involuntarily into her grip. "Just imagine how good it'll be when you mount me later." His eyes rolling back at the thought.

"mount you?" Her breathing getting more erratic as she fisted his cock over he face, her tongue sticking out for him? "Do you like it doggy?" She looked up at him as her thumb rubbed circles on his v line. Her accent along with the broken English she spoke made her sound innocent when deep down she was far from that.

Toji nodded, catching his breath after her question. "Yes, I like it rough, especially when I'm close to losing control." He admitted, his eyes locked on her tongue darting out to lick a bead of precum from his tip. "Take it all, girl." He urged her, the scent of his arousal heavy in the small space. "I want to hear you beg before you make me come." His grip on the stall tightened further, his body tense with expectation. "Remember, you promised me a show."

she nodded her head as her hands stroked his cock up and down, his dick making a shadow over her face. "I want your cum so bad, Papai" she whined, her hands moving faster along his cock as he leaned in closer.

Toji felt the heat of her breath on his sensitive skin, his nerves on edge as she played with his emotions. He gritted his teeth, his body trembling slightly at the desire contained within her words. "Then earn it, like a good girl." He rasped out, his voice strained with need. "Prove to me that you deserve it." He thrust into her fist, his movements becoming more insistent.

she mewled as she took his cock into her mouth again. Her cheeks hollowing in deeper as she sucked the soul out him,her movements much faster now. "I want it, all baby" she moaned out as she arched her back. Her ass looked great from his point of view as he stared her down

Toji growled, his hands gripping the stall door so tightly it creaked in protest. His hips pistoned faster, desperate to reach their peak. "Say it again" He demanded, his voice rough with lust. "Beg for my cum, ma." He ordered, his heart pounding in rhythm with her actions. "Tell me how much you want it!" He challenged her, wanting to hear the words pass her lips before he gave in to her demands.

"want it so bad, querido"she giggled, pulling her head away as her mouth only sucked on his tip. Her hands gripped onto the base of his dick jerking it as she sucked him dry.

Toji groaned, his release building rapidly now. He struggled to hold out, fighting the need to fill her waiting mouth. "That's it, keep going" He panted, his voice raw with need. "Make me feel good." His hips thrust uncontrollably, the pressure overwhelming him. "Come on, baby...beg for it." He urged her one last time, his resolve crumbling as he felt the end drawing near. "Tell me how much you need it."

she pulled away, her hands pulling away making his cock twitch from nothing touching it. She then pushed her boobs up, wrapping it around his cock. He didn't expect her to do this making him groan as he thrusted up in between her breasts, each thrust met up with her tongue swirling around the tip. She didn't have to tell him how much she wanted his cum cuz her actions spoke for her.

Toji gasped at the unexpected change in pace, his vision blurring as he sought a sense of balance. He slammed into her breasts, her tongue caressing his sensitive tip sending jolts of pleasure through him. "Fuck, yes!" He cried out, unable to resist any longer. "You're gonna make me cum, aren't you?" His tone turned pleading, his body arching as he neared his climax. "Say you want it, slut." He begged, needing to hear the words before surrendering to his orgasm.

"I want your cum all over me" she chuckled hearing him get lost in the pleasure. Toji groaned, his release exploding on her as she said those words. His hips snapped forward, coating her chest with his seed. His eyes rolled back, the intense sensations overwhelming him. "There you go, baby." He panted, his body shuddering as he caught his breath, her tongue still slurping his cum.

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"I'm not done" she smirked as she stood up. She slides slides her shorts down as she looks up at him. "I want you inside me" she demanded, her body leaning in closer to him as her hands roamed over his muscular body.

Toji stared at her, his breathing still ragged from his earlier release. He ran a hand through her hair, marveling at her boldness and desire. "You sure you can handle it?" His voice rough, his gaze trailing down her naked form. "I haven't warmed you up yet." He teased, enjoying the taste of power she'd given him. "But if that's what you want..." With that, he reached for a condom, eager to claim her as promised. "bend over for me, ma." He instructed, guiding her towards the toilet seat. "And spread your legs wide."

she bends over the seat, opening her legs wide as she arched her back for him. Two of her fingers reached down to her pussy, spreading her cunny for him.

Toji swallowed hard, his eyes devouring the sight of her preparing herself for him. His cock twitched, ready for action once more. "Beautiful." He praised, stepping closer. "Put another finger in there." He ordered, wanting to witness every detail of her readiness. "Let me see how wet you are." He wanted to see just how badly she needed him, her eagerness fueling his own desire. "Once you're ready, I'll join you." His grin widened as anticipation and need grew between them.

she slides in two fingers in her wet hole, thrusting in and out for him as he stroked his cock to the sight. "Shiiit... Would feel better if it were your fingers, toji.." she whined out for him, wiggling her ass onto him. her cunt let out wet, lewd noises as she pushed her fingers in deeper.

Toji chuckled, his cock jumping at her words. He positioned himself behind her, the condom already on. "You're right about that, ma." He growled, grabbing her hips firmly. "Spread wider." He demanded, aligning himself with her entrance. "You have no idea how much I want this." He admitted, his heart pounding in sync with their heavy breathing. He thrusted into her without warning, her cunt already feeling tight around him.

"oh my deus" she whimpered as she took in his cock. His arms wrapping around her breasts as he took her from behind. Toji grinned wickedly, burying himself deep within her. Her reaction fueled his lust even further, his thrusts becoming more forceful. "Like that, don't you?" He asked, his voice husky with desire. "Such a nasty little slut." He praised her, loving the sound of her surprise and pleasure mingling together.

"Tell me how good it feels, baby." He ordered, setting a steady rhythm, each movement filling him with satisfaction. "Scream for me if you want." He encouraged, wanting to hear her lose control for him.

"feels so good, toji" she cried out as her ass clapped with each thrust he gave her. her hole clenching each time he rubbed against her g spot,one of his hands gripped onto her ass. Each thrust he gave her, her ass threw it back on him and he catched it with ease.

Toji chuckled darkly, adjusting his grip on her hip to match her movements. He slammed into her, his thrusts becoming more aggressive as he found her sweet spot. "You love it rough, don't you?" He accused, his hips grinding against her with every stroke. "I told you I'd make you scream." His voice dripped with satisfaction, his assertion complete as he claimed her body. Each word he spoke was laced with dominance, his grip tightening as he neared his limit.

"mmm fuckkk" she hissed as he rammed into her. "yer' cock feels so big inside of me" she praised him as she stretched a hand out behind her, her hand holding onto his abs as she knocked her pussy the right way.

Toji groaned, his release drawing near. Her actions pushing him closer to the edge than ever. "Good girl, taking it so well for me."He praised, his thrusts becoming more frantic. "Tell me how much you love it." He demanded, his grip shifting from pain to pleasure with a firm squeeze. "Prove it by cumming for me." He growled, his focus narrowing on her pleasure as his own built up. "You feel that, baby?" He whispered harshly as a bulge formed in her lower stomach.

"tojii" she cried out as her cunt fluttered as she came on his cock. Her moans making him throb harder inside of her. "Love this cock so much.." toji pulled his cock out, ditching the condom as he rubbed his tip on her big ass. He let out a moan as she wiggled her ass onto his cock, he gripped onto his cock slapping the tip on her ass.

Toji panted heavily, his body trembling from the intensity of her climax. Her words sent waves of pleasure coursing through him as he aimed for her asshole. "Did you say you loved it?" He asked huskily, his tip brushing against her entrance. "Because I think you broke me, ma." He confessed, panting as he fought for control. "One more push, and... I'll paint your ass too." He warned, his grip on his shaft white-knuckled as he fisted it.

she giggled as she nudged her ass on his dick. "Gonna paint my ass with your cum,hmm?" She playfully teased as she pushed her ass back onto him, his dick standing up and rubbing between her cheeks.

Toji grunted, his control slipping as she played with him. He thrust into her tight entrance, his cock sinking in deep and stretching her out. "Damn right, slut." He snarled, his balls slapping against her tender flesh. his thrusts growing deeper and rougher with each passing second. "Take it - take everything I have left." He urged, his release imminent with the intensity of her embrace. He would give her everything she desired and more.

she hissed as he pulled out, fisting his cock over her ass. His cum shooting blanks as she wiggled it more making him growl. Toji let out an agonized moan, his cum splattering across her cheeks. He staggered back, trying to catch his breath as he watched her react to his gift. "You did that to me." He breathed out, his muscles quivering as he recovered. "You've earned yourself quite a treat tonight, ma." He praised her, his heart racing with both exhaustion and excitement. He couldn't help but smile at her antics, finding them amusing and sexy.

"Stay here for a moment." He ordered softly, wiping himself off before disposing of the used condom. she turned around, seeing him reach in his wallet and giving her 1,240 R$. She grinned as she counted the money, his eyes lingered on her body for a moment before he slapped her ass.

Toji sighed, pleased with himself for offering such a generous amount. He ran a finger along her cheek, tracing the remnants of his seed lovingly. "Consider it a bonus." He murmured, his gaze drinking in her beauty despite the mess he'd left behind. "You were worth every penny"

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olsenmyolsen · 8 months

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MCU AU (Vampire Reader X Wanda Maximoff)

Summary: When you are rescued by The Avengers you find it hard to do anything else but be lost in your thoughts.

Word Count: 2.5K

TW: Mentions of Hydra, Nightmares, Fluff

Reader POV

It wasn't always like this.

I wasn't always like this.

I had a life before I was bitten. Just like I had a life after the bite. Don't get me wrong, it was worse. But Hydra kept me alive. Only after they had their fun when they knew I couldn't fight back. Over and over again.

But that was a life.

My life.

Until a group of uniform-wearing people picked me up. The Avengers was their name. Or at least that's what the guard screamed outside my cell before a stream of red mist threw him like a pebble.

She was the first person I saw when the doors opened. Wanda. Wanda Maximoff. I remember as her powers disappeared into thin air before she greeted me slowly as the others ran by to free the rest.

Knowing her now, I could've made myself look stronger back then, but I cowered myself in the corner, afraid she was just like anyone else who entered my cell.

But she persisted even after I swung at her and flew myself across the room. She came forward. Strong and confident. Although once my pointed teeth shined in the swinging light above us, I saw the switch in her eyes. It was something new. It wasn't the same old scared look I had been used to in the past.

Once again. Knowing her now, I could've explained the whole teeth situation better.

The last thing I remember happening in that cell was Wanda's green eyes looking into my black ones. Her telling me her name in an accent I couldn't place, and then, like magic, a memory I had long forgotten about was in my mind before I was out like a light.

According to the star-spangled man, I was the last "enhanced" Hydra had left. Switch out that word for monster, and he would've been right. But that's not what I wanted to be.

I never wanted that.

Time wore on once the Avengers found a spot for me. After tests, a meeting with a scary one-eyed man, a holding period in a newly furnished cell, and training, I was moved to the benchwarmers. At least, that's what The Black Widow calls me.

I was given a room. Bland but a place I could make my own. The room was on the same floor as Natasha and Wanda. The latter was the only one ever to try and speak to me as if I didn't have these.. what was the word speedster used.. abilities. She was one of the very few so far who chose to spend time with me no matter how little once the test and training was done.

She talked to me. Really talked to me. Maybe it was because we both came from Hydra. Or perhaps because she felt like she had an obligation, what with rescuing me and all. I don't know. May..maybe she just wanted to know she wouldn't... Wanda wouldn't use me. Right?

Oh, come on, freak.

Why not? You read the files. She used the deepest fears against her teammates before. What would stop her now from doing the same to you?? She probably knows them already.

That's why she's been so nice to you since you arrived. That's why you're not even on the team. You'll never be good enough for them. Or her. You're only here so they can pick you apart and throw you away. She's just here to make sure you don't go.

No, Wanda wouldn't do that. She wouldn't.. she.. she saved me. Wanda saved me!

Knock

"Y/N!" I jolt up from the floor, covered in sweat, at the sound of Wanda's voice outside my door. I quickly take in my surroundings before realizing I'm in my room. My room. Avengers compound. Second floor. I'm safe.

I touch my face and feel the tear tracks that are left behind. "Y/N?" Wanda calls out again before another series of knocks land. "One second!" I yell back in a less than put-together manner. With a deep breath out and take a moment to collect myself. Running a hand through my hair before pushing it and those dark thoughts to the back of my mind.

"It's okay. It wasn't real." I silently remind myself before attempting to stand on my legs before falling onto the bed. "Y/N?" Wanda gently calls out again. "Are you okay?" I don't want to lie, so I don't respond. Instead, I pull a new shirt towards me and quickly change before making my way to the door to see a worried-looking witch.

I open my mouth, but no words come out as Wanda's hands land on the sides of my face. "Oh Detka.." I still don't know what that means, but hearing it this tone hurts me. "What's wrong?" I lift my hands to hers slowly bring them down.

She's using you!

No, she isn't.

Wanda quickly looks up into my eyes, but I look away from the stare to down the hall to her open bedroom door.

Most people in this building wouldn't be able to hear it, but I do. The outro to a show I've heard numerous times called The Dick Van Dyke Show playing on low from Wanda's TV. The bag of chips sitting on her bed, slowly crumbling down. Or even Wanda's breathing slightly increases when she follows my gaze before looking back at me. Wanda clears her throat before asking. "Would you like to join me?"

"No- I-"

"No, Y/N. Come on, it'll be fun." Wanda excitedly pulls a smile and looks up at me. "Please?" Her lips form into a pout that I see right through, but I give in. "Okay." In an instant, the witch is pulling me to her room and using her powers to shut the door behind us.

Once the door closes, I take in the surroundings. The only quarters I've seen the inside of is my own. Wanda's is drastically different from mine. She has color and a specific pop that mine lacks. Her identity is all over the room. In fact, it's as bright as she is.

Although, thank goodness she isn't any brighter than the sun, or I wouldn't be able to see her.

Little vampire joke.

Hmm? I move my head to see Wanda looking at me, holding her lip between her teeth. Her heartbeat has picked up once again. "Everything okay?" I ask. Wanda nods her head at me before waving me over to the edge of the bed. "Come sit." I take one step before: "Oh no, no, wait!" Wanda stands and stops my movement with her hand. "Wasn't I supposed to invite you in?!" Wanda lowers her hand but looks at me with such intensity, but I have no idea what she means. "Huh?"

"Vampires, aren't they- like- you uh, vampires can only be allowed to places if they're invited. Right?" Everything I was thinking before this moment is melting away the more I look at the witch's face. "Where did you hear that from?" I manage to ask without laughing.

"Well, Pietro said that you- oh my God, never mind!" Wanda puts her head into her hands and laughs, letting me break as well. "Don't listen to my brother!"

"Well, I wasn't going to start now." I take a seat next to Wanda. Close enough to be comfortable and not touching. This seems to satisfy Wanda as she starts the episode of the show over. "Have you seen this?" I shake my head no as the introduction with a tune begins to play. "Um.. before.. Well, before, this wasn't something that existed, and then it's not like Hydra had time for enhanced like me (monsters) to be watching.. whatever this is called." I smile and force a chuckle at the end of my sentence as I look at Wanda. She has a frown on her face that confuses me, but before I can comment on it, she looks away from me and to the screen as the show begins.

I'm Weak.

"Hmm?" Wanda looks over at me. "I didn't say anything."

"Oh." Wanda's eyes stay on me before she once again looks at the man on screen. "It's called Bewitched. The show we're watching." I look over to Wanda, who holds her hands together. "Before Hydra and the bombings.. these shows. These American shows were what my family had. Whatever Papa didn't sell, we got to watch and learn for one more night. This." Wanda gestures to the screen. "This was always one of my favorites." Wanda rubs her hands on her thighs. "It's why I always have them on. So I don't forget them."

Wanda turns to face me, and I see the tears in her eyes. "I never told anyone that." I scoot closer and, wrap my arms around the sad witch and hold her close.

"Thank you for sharing that with me, Wanda," I say into the top of her head, knowing she'll hear me.

Seconds of holding her turn into minutes, not that I mind beca- "Y/N?" Wanda pulls out of the hug and looks up at me. "Yeah?"

"Can I ask you something?" I hesitate. Questions at Hydra were always a trick. "Sure." Wanda nods and wipes her eyes. "Do you like being here? At the compound." I nod almost immediately. "Anything better than Hydra, huh," Wanda says, making me smile and nod again. "Yeah."

"Can I ask another question?" The first didn't hurt, so why not? "Okay." Wanda turns her body more towards me now. "Do you trust me?" I hear Wanda's heartbeat pick up as she waits for my answer. But why do I wait? Of course, I trust Wanda. She helped me. She saved me. It's Wanda!

She's using you.

"I'm not!" Wanda speaks up with a wide-eyed look, slightly startling me. "Oh my God, Y/N, I'm sorry!"

What?? Did she just read my thoughts?

"No, Y/N! I didn't mean to. I normally don't. It's just your thoughts are so loud sometimes! Oh my god, I'm so sorry!"

I slowly move myself off the bed and start backing away from Wanda, who looks at me with a destroyed look. "I promise." She pleads. "Y/N, please." Wanda stands up and walks to me. For a second, when I blink, I see us back in Hydra's cell after she arrived with the rest of the team. "Y/N?" I close my eyes and focus on the one thing that matters right now.

"Repeat it," I ask. "What? I-" "The apology.. I believe you, Wanda, but please.."

I sense Wanda nod, and I listen to her as she voices her sorrows once again—every word she says with conviction and truth.

Especially when she says: "And you're not weak. Or a monster. I've fought monsters. They don't look like you." Wanda quickly smiles. "No matter what you think or what Hydra made you think. You're stronger than most people I've met in this line of work. Because of what you had before them. Before the bite. Is you. It's you, Y/N. I'll always remind you of that."

I open my eyes and run back into her arms. "Can I, uh, ask you something," I ask into the air floating around us. "Anything."

"You never have... or ever will use me, right?" I hold onto Wanda tighter because I know if I look into her eyes, I'll break down. "Never Y/N. I never have, and I never will." Truth. "Thank you." I hold her close and let the few happy thoughts I have fly around my brain.

"Read my thoughts, Wanda."

Wanda giggles at one of my favorite memories before her. "I know you didn't mean to read my thoughts before. It's okay, Witchy."

"Sometimes they just get too loud, and I can't help it. It happens to the others as well. But tonight, your nightmare- I just wanted to ensure you were okay."

I swallow the lump in my throat. Not because she saw my nightmare. I had a feeling. But because she cared enough to check on me.

"Thank you for waking me."

"Now Y/N. Can I ask you something?" I let out a shaky breath with a smile as my grip around Wanda loosens. "Sure."

"This isn't my question, but can you look at me?" I look down to see a smile on the witch's face. She pulls the ends of her sleeves down and wipes below my eyes. "Better." She says with another shining smile before it morphs into a soft, compassionate face. "This is a serious question. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Pietro says vampires can't have garlic. Is this true?" Wanda's lips crack into a smile just as mine do the same. The air in the room becomes lighter as her angelic laughs fly around. "No, it's not true."

"Stakes? True or false?" She asks as we find ourselves planting our butts in the middle of the bed. The complicated conversation and the show playing in the background become something we can look back on. "Wooden stakes. Yes. True." Wanda makes a hmm noise before offering me the Garlic and Herb bag of chips that's been sitting there since I got here. "The team. Do they trust me?"

"Bucky no. Natasha maybe. The rest, yes. But that's because you scare two of them." I tilt my head, confused. "Who do I scare? I've barely talked to them."

"Sam and Peter."

That makes sense. Wanda hums in agreement before taking some chips and placing them in her hand. "Besides flying, strength and powers. What else can you do?" Wanda innocently asks.

"I can turn into a bat."

"Shut up!! Really?!" I shake my head no and laugh to let her know I was joking. "Aww Y/N! That would've been so cool. And cute!!"

Cute!?

"Do your fangs hurt?" Wanda asks before eating her last chip. "Not me," I respond with a wide grin, showing off the fangs that, for some reason, I hear Wanda's heartbeat growing faster..?

"Wow." Wanda breaths out before she looks away from me and to the room around us. "Let's get more comfortable," Wanda suggests as she gets up and grabs the remote for her string lights, dimming them before moving to the top of her bed. Leaning her back against the headboard. "Come on." Wanda waves me over again.

Just like before, I get comfortable next to Wanda; however, where there was space between our bodies before it is now gone. As her thigh touches my own. "Is this okay?" Wanda asks me. I don't know whether she's referring to us touching or the new show she's putting on, but I nod.

I smile at the thought that this won't be the last time I watch TV with Wanda in her room. "It won't be." She smiles at me.

"Thank you, Wanda."

"You're welcome, Detka."

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pairings: sergio p. x f!reader

warning: broken spanish (google translated because I felt insecure about my own spanish-), angst, timeline is messed up

wc: 3.3 k

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To say that you and Sergio were always close would be an understatement, growing up in Guadalajara together, your parents were always close, having been friends before themselves. The two pairs always predicted you two would get together more as a joke, but you would only make a grossed-out face hating the idea of ever being fond of anyone enough to marry them. But you were 5 back then, Sergio being 6 always finding an annoying way to brag about his age. But you didn’t pay any mind, just sticking your tongue out whenever he would mention it to further annoy you.

But as much as you pretended to be annoyed, you admired him as well, having been near front row seats to all of is karting races making sure to cheer on for him. Making sure that whenever he would win you would cheer the loudest, only chasing after him trying to get a hug out of him to celebrate but he was never much of a physical affection type of boy. It was the same pattern, you going to all of his races, him winning, and you chasing after him.

Until he left.

He was recognized, and you were happy he was. Having a shot at becoming big, you forced him to leave not wanting any part of your selfish greed screaming at you to not allow him to leave, in fear of losing your near only friend. At the age of 13, you saw him depart, finally being able to give him a hug as he left to join the Skip Barber series in the U.S. You would be lying if you said you weren’t jealous, but either way, you waved goodbye with a bright smile on your face only being returned a small frown by him as he headed off. You two stayed in touch, only hearing complaints from both sides of your parents about how much the two of you talked on the phone.

He would come for visits as well, and you attempted to show new things to him every time but after a while he just seemed to want to unwind.

“Deberias de venir a visitarme” you should come visit me. He would suggest, and true to yourself you were giddy, feeling your teenage heart flutter but you knew he was just attempting to be nice. After only a short conversation, Sergio finally felt comfortable about telling you his even longer departure “Voy a Europa el proximo año”

Again, you felt proud of him, he was one step closer to having the life he mumbled in his sleep about. But you couldn’t help a small frown tug on the corners of your lips as you tried your hardest to smile. He noticed your attempt and only frowned back, promising you he wouldn’t dare lose his friendship with you, you two just meant the world to each other and nothing could interfere with what you two held for each other.

“Ayudame con el ingles” help me with English. You said, trying to get your mind out of him having to leave soon and instead just talk. He smiled before getting himself comfortable on your bed, the two of you sitting on the edge facing one another

“Los basicos?” the basics? he simply asked. You shook your head, already having an idea of the basics considering they started to teach you that earlier in the school year.

“Ya se, hello, my name is” you couldn’t help the strong accent seeping through your voice only making you two giggle. You thought about more common phrases that you learned and through a sheepish smile, barely louder than a whisper “How was your day?”

“My day was good, I got to spend it with someone I like” he said, only a small smile, ears reddening but you shrugged it off not knowing half of what he said. English was hard. He knew you didn’t understand with your expression, still trying to dissect it only making him laugh at your focused face. “Mi día fue bien, lo tuve con una amiga” My day was good, I spent it with a friend. changing a few words to his liking. She only made a face of realization picking up the phrase quickly thinking when she could use it on someone else.

“como se dice te voy a extrañar,” you said, voice softening and he thought about it for a moment before replying back.

“I will miss you” his body leaned in but you stayed still. “Quieres que me quede?” would you like me to stay?

“No hay nada que pueda desear más” There's nothing I could want more. you said, finally noticing the close proximity. A flicker at each other's lips before suddenly, your door opened making you both turn as you subconsciously moved farther. It was your mother announcing dinner, you looked back at Sergio still a bit saddened, but faced back away as you headed down to the kitchen.

For the next couple of years, he traveled and got to the best of his ability, only having small time to chat with you weekly if you were lucky but you were grateful nonetheless. It was only until the Mexico City Grand Prix that you got to see him in his element. Now, being 20 you were able to travel on your own, pursuing your own journaling career. He immediately invited you to the race seeing as though he would love to see you after so long.

Your heart spun the second you spotted him, with a small smile on your face as you finally approached him. He jogged to you the second he spotted you, bringing you into the tightest embrace, feeling your heart pedal at his hold.

“Te extrañé mucho” I missed you so much. He replied with the same as you two separated. He asked you if it was okay to show you around and you fiercely nodded, ready to be toured around excited to see his new environment.

“Checo?” an unfamiliar voice asked entering the room that Sergio has just been finished explaining about. You two turned to a tannish curled guy in a red bull shirt. “I’m sorry, was I interrupting something?”

You stood silent as Sergio spoke for you, denying any suspensions. They talked for a while and while you did understand most of what they were saying, you still had trouble picking up other words.

“I’m Daniel” he finally got to introduce himself turning to you after their conversation. He sent you a toothy grin, hoping to make you feel comfortable noting your tense state and you sent him a small smile back,

“I’m y/n” you said, accepting his hand to shake, feeling your own body heat up from his close proximity. Sergio took notice of this, flickering his eyes in between you two trying to dismisse the small compliment Daniel had given to you about your name.

It was only until the end of the weekend when he found you talking to Daniel alone that he felt his own heartache. He composed himself enough to walk up to you, a signature small smile asking you what you thought about the race.

“It was great, you did amazing out there” you further complimented him, looking up at him with those dream eyes that had Sergios knees nearly give out. He could feel his own ego inflate at your compliment, only thanking you to mask it.

“Going to the party later?'' Daniel asked you, bringing bck your attention to him. You thought about it for a second before nodding with a ‘sure’. Daniel felt excited meanwhile the nerves on Sergio had gotten worse at the information that you wanted to go to a party with Daniel knowing where that would usually leave a girl by the end of the night.

Later that night, you were sent the address, already familiar with the place it didn’t take long for you to get there. You wore a tight black long-sleeve dress, comfortable enough for you to breathe and move in. You spotted the others the second you entered as they shot you a wave, gesturing you to come over.

“Is Sergio coming?” you asked, an innocent question that brought confused gazes from the others.

“He’s always with his girlfriend after a race” Daniel explained and you had to force yourself to not allow your face drop just letting out a simple ‘oh’. You thought you two were close enough to share personal things, like mentioning if either of you had been in a relationship but you guessed incorrectly.

Daniel handed you a shot and you quickly drank it not caring if the strong intake made your throat burn but rather how it made your body feel numb, blocking out all thoughts from your mind about the boy you thought you knew.

You danced the entire time, putting your attention on the curled boy that seemed to be infatuated with you. The farthest you ever went with him were lips grazing, not allowing you to take it a step further as you stepped back not sure why your mind blocked your body from furthering. You only apologized as you made your way outside, stumbling over with a headache as you tried your best to make yourself stable.

“Tas bien, y/n?” you okay, y/n? you heard the familiar voice making you sulk before turning to see him with a worried expression, finally taking notice of the girl he had linked arms with. Your heart dropped at her sympathetic look, not sure who exactly you were to her lover but knowing enough that it shows he cares.

No matter how much you wanted to tear up, feeling betrayed that not only he never told you but practically left you, you shook your head trying your hardest to blink the tears away, working enough to speak.

“I’m fine” was all you said, barely audible over the blaring music thanking whoever could hear that he wasn’t able to notice the tremble of your voice. He stepped forward making you stumble back, nearly causing you to trip over the stairs before you caught yourself on the railing. Sergio, not looking near convinced tried to offer his assistance but you shook your head, repeating the words from before “Estoy bien. Te veo la proxima” I’m fine, ill see you next time.

He only hummed allowing you to leave, feeling a tug of his shirt from his girlfriend yearning for his attention. He looked down at her, taking another glance at your figure as you tried calling a taxi before going inside with his attempt of replacing you.

In the next years that followed, Sergio was now in red bull. You found someone that you could settle for, having now been together for the last two years and you still cheered for your best friend on track. After a long season, you and your partner traveled to Austin in hopes to surprise your best friend, not the usual of cheering him from your home country but flying out instead.

Like always, you wore Sergio's merch while your boyfriend grew to be a fan of Ferrari. Opposites attract, they say. While you grew caring for your current boyfriend, without a doubt you still held a special place in your heart for the Mexican driver you grew up with in Guadalajara.

Your excitement shined as you practically skipped along to the stands, and linked hands with your boyfriend. Once you sat down at your seats for practice day, you took multiple pictures still feeling amazed at how much Sergio had gotten done in the last decade.

It was only on race day that you felt your entire body leaning in interest as you were silently praying for it to be a good day for Sergio and his car. You know how close Sergio and Max were to receiving the championship title, being almost neck and neck after every race.

“Mi amor, lean back you’ll hurt your neck like that” Your boyfriend worried state made you lose your gaze and concentration as you leaned back only taking a joke of the matter. You finally did realize how strained your neck was, trying to relax the tense muscle.

But in the end, Sergio won. Some cheered and others sighed heavily as your face beamed with excitement, hugging your boyfriend tightly nearly jumping around. After the entire celebration, you took a picture of the podium from the stands and sent it to Sergio with a text attached saying ‘congrats!’. It wasn’t long after the drivers left the podium standings that he texted you back with a shocked emoji saying ‘Come down to the paddock’.

“You sure you’re okay with me leaving?” your boyfriend asked and you only nodded seeing that he needed his rest for the night. He gave you a small kiss on the cheek before leaving you near the paddock entrance where Sergio had been seeming to have been waiting for you with a large grin.

You ran up to him, giving him the biggest hug you could muster up. You only felt your heart leap once, abnormal to the usual of seeing him.

He knew about your relationship, only feeling happy for you seeing you finally move on up until spotting you wearing his shirt. To you, it might have been just a sense of support but to Sergio, it meant the world. Even after so long, his heart wouldn't stop racing every time he would think about you, it got so bad that he broke up with his girlfriend from before seeing no point in a relationship if all he cared about was you. But he never told you.

“Como esta tu relacion?” how is your relationship? he asked after separating. You only shrugged not sure what to say but only ask the same question. After a bit of the inside of his cheek, debating whether to tell you, he let out a deep sigh saying “Nos seperamos” We separated.

Your frown showed, wanting to ask why but out of respect did nothing of the sort. You somehow ended up feeling a sort of guilt even if you believe to yourself it had nothing to do with you. More like you hoped it had nothing to do with you.

“y/n?” his voice softened as your eyes went to go meet his but your recognition of the sight in his eyes only frightened you. That same sad yet adoration state made you want to back up scared you knew where this was going. “Sería demasiado tarde para decirte que estoy enamorado de ti” is it too late to tell you I am in love with you?

Your stomach dropped at the words, swallowing whatever words you wanted to spill, wanting, no needing to not detroy your entire life.

“Ser-” you started but he stopped you, knowing this was only going to end up with him hurt in the end. If he could reverse time right at this moment he would. He took a step back, enough to where you could finally feel yourself breathing but still had your chest lifting you down.

“Perdon, no debería haber dicho eso, te veré la próxima vez.” I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. I'll see you next time. he left with only your heart hung low and your head spinning. You returned to the hotel room, observing your sleeping boyfriend and only hearing his light snores. Tears unknowingly started streaming down and with the mix of his light snores were your small sniffles, trying to contain the noises that were exiting.

You didn’t talk to Sergio for a couple of weeks. You isolated yourself. Not just from him but everyone. All your thoughts were about him and memories showcased themselves every time you tried resting your eyes. Your boyfriend grew worried but you shrugged it off, only saying the simple hi and bye for work.

It wasn’t until the Mexico Citiy Grand Prix where your boyfriend finally brought up the topic of your former friend.

“You’re not going?” He was genuinely surprised with your choice, seeing as you’ve never missed one that was in Mexico. You just nodded again for the 100th time and he let the topic go. But that didn’t mean you wouldn't watch it, still wanting the best for him.

On race day, the two of you situated yourselves on the couch ready for the race to begin. You sat silent, in contrast with your regular bubbly personality when it came to race day. It was near the end of the race, your boyfriend fell asleep due to the lack of sleep last night and you stayed awake, allowing your boyfriend to lean against you while you brushed his hair.

Sergio got second that day. It was a disappointment to the Mexican fans but you were silently content with the position knowing how hard it is in itself to be on the podium from how much you’ve observed. You didn’t send him his usual congratulations message and wondered if he would even notice.

Sergio, while believing you wouldn’t come still hoped you did. He asked around about you only receiving shrugs or a simple no. He finally gave up looking, debating whether or not to text you. But he understood you needed space and respected you as he shut off his phone and went to celebrate his 1-2 win with Red Bull.

Sergio still goes to visit his family in Mexico and without a doubt questions about his life flooded, not only about racing but about you. He just told everyone he hadn’t seen you in a while, not specifying the reason as to why.

You were never one to break up with someone in fear of losing the memories that you created with the person, you always waited for the person to do the breaking up and you were sure that friendships were the same, except it came to your knowledge that you were the one who broke the friendship with Sergio and you felt terrible.

But you finally gathered the courage to send a simple message with a hi, asking how he’s been. Sergio almost immediately replied, “Fine, you?”. “Great, want to talk?”

You fiddled with your rings, taking on an extra anxious habit with your new engagement ring.

You already received information that Sergio had been in town from your parents, so you set up plans at a nearby restaurant. On the day, you debated whether to take off your ring and lay it on him easier but decided not to, needing to be the first to tell him.

The sight of your ring made Sergio’s own insides curl up, seeing the ruby pendant you’ve always wanted since you were younger, a special significance only you two know about. But he didn’t mention it, allowing you to be ready to explain it.

“He proposed only a week ago” your voice was soft, and while you would’ve much rather said it in a happier manner your heart tugged at the thought and his silent state. “I thought about saying no”

This made him well surprised, but already having known the outcome only made him all the more sadder.

Your lips trembled, “it should’ve been you. Our worlds just weren’t meant to be together”

He just nodded, following along to every word you said, wishing you were saying it to someone else because he hated being the receiver of the message. Your hands laid on the empty table, palms facing upward, inviting him to put his own on top of yours and he did, not being able to ignore the cold sting of the metal ring.

“Amigos?” friends? the small curve of your lips made his own purse at the thought but he would rather have you in his life as a friend than nothing at all.

“Amigos” friends.

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Dripping in Gold | Chapter 5

synopsis: finding a job was never easy, and why even bother trying after you meet satoru gojo, a man with mysterious and exorbitant wealth, who wants nothing more than to spoil you with it? the only caveat to your little arrangement is that it can never, ever, become personal.

pairing: satoru gojo x f!reader [toji fushiguro x f!reader]

themes/content: non-curse modern au, sugar daddy gojo. language, angst, smut. alcohol mention, masturbation (f), brief oral (m receiving), touch denial, sex. 18+, MDNI

word count: 2.2k

a/n: toji girlies this one's for you (please forgive me for how i write this man though lmao)!

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Pulling your car into his driveway, you're struck by just how suburban the area is - there are trees lining the shady sidewalks, dogs barking through fenced-in yards, and soft sounds of lawnmowers in the distance. Certainly not a place you’d expect to be meeting someone like Toji, but you don’t mind, as any physical distance between places that remind you of Gojo are more than welcomed.

Walking up the path to the front door, you notice the manicured bushes lining the walkway and can’t help but picture someone as tough-looking as Toji on his knees, meticulously trimming them into the perfect spherical shape, the idea making you giggle to yourself as you ring the doorbell.

The maroon door swings open, revealing a man who perfectly matches his images online - raven-black hair, dark green eyes, a small scar on the corner of his lips - except he is so much taller in-person. He’s wearing a similar too-tight black t-shirt as the ones in his pictures with loose joggers, leaving his true size still up to your imagination. You crane your neck up to look at him as a smirk forms against the side of his mouth.

“You comin’ in?” he asks, his voice deeper than you expected.

Stepping inside, you notice just how homey it feels, with warm wood floors and red and orange hues accenting the entryway space. He gestures for you to follow him down the hall past closed doors, pictures lining the walls. You don’t pay much attention to them until you suddenly realize they’re all empty, all except for one. In the single frame you see a young boy, likely no older than ten, who looks like a spitting image of Toji. His dark fluffy hair falls into his face and his eyes are closed through a smile, surrounded by two puppies, a black one on his lap and the other white one licking his cheek. The image fills your heart with warmth, the scene so sweet and innocent.

“Is that your son?” you ask without thinking, but by the time you realize you probably shouldn’t be asking questions about this man’s personal life, it’s too late.

Fortunately, Toji doesn’t seem too bothered, a curt “Yep,” the only response he gives you.

Finally, you reach a room at the end of the hallway. Inside is a large bed adorned with dark red sheets, lit softly by lamplight and sunlight scattering in through the red curtains.

Well, I guess he has a favorite color, you think to yourself, grateful you happened to pick out red lingerie for the visit - it was the only set Gojo hadn’t bought for you, the rest of which were shoved in the back of your closet to avoid remembering your time with him.

“Take off your dress,” Toji’s husky voice sounds from behind you. You lift the black cloth above your head, folding it and setting it on a nearby dresser, trying not to let your nervousness show through the action.

“Lay down on the bed,” he commands.

Doing as he says, you make your way across the room and lean your back against the comforter, soft against your bare skin. He was certainly more direct than Gojo, but you didn’t mind - it takes away all of the guessing in terms of what he wants you to do, and at the end of the day you’re just here for your money, not for feelings. Besides, it truthfully turned you on a little bit to be told what to do like this, the familiar heat starting to build in your stomach before he’s even touched you.

“Play with yourself,” he states, voice flat. “Do it until you cum.”

For some reason, his tone of near boredom had your cheeks flushing. You feel a deep desire, a need, to do as he says, to please him.

Your gaze shifts up to meet his as you insert two fingers into your mouth, gathering up saliva before moving them between your legs. Pulling your red lace painties to the side, you begin slowly circling your clit, soft moans leaving your mouth as you maintain eye contact with him. The scene, him fully clothed, not even laying a finger on you while he watches you writhe under your own touch, does something to you; you feel yourself approaching your release sooner than expected.

Speeding up the action of your hand, your eyes threaten to close as you whine. “Toji, I’m close.”

He grunts in response, moving his own hand down to palm the growing bulge in his pants.

Tension tugs at you as you approach your orgasm, your head falling back into the bed as you slightly arch off it. His name leaves your lips through a moan as you carry yourself through your high, your fingers finally slowing their motion against your bud.

Panting softly, you reopen your eyes to see Toji standing at the foot of the bed, suddenly naked. Sitting up on, you crawl towards him as your eyes glance over his body, just as muscular as you imagined. His biceps fill out the space to his shoulders, abs covering his stomach with defined ripples lining his ribcage. Above all, he was huge. As your eyes trail down to his cock, you can’t help but gasp in surprise as you take in his thickness.

One of his hands reaches down to the side of your face, his thumb trailing to your mouth before he slowly slides it between your lips. You look up at him while softly sucking on his finger and a smirk flashes across his face. “Open your mouth.”

Immediately you follow his order, sticking your tongue out slightly as he takes the hand from your face and grabs the base of his cock. He brings it up to your lips, placing his tip against your tongue while he takes in the image of you on your knees, staring up at him, lust in your eyes as you wait to be told what to do.

“Now, stay just like that,” he instructs as his hand moves to the back of your head, holding you firmly in place. His hips begin to slide forward, pushing himself into your mouth and down your throat. You manage to get nearly all of his length down before you choke on him; he swiftly pulls away from you as you gasp for air.

“S-sorry,” you stutter, trying to ignore the roughness in the back of your throat.

“Don’t worry,” he smirks, “you actually managed to get farther than most.” Looking up at him, he continues, “Besides, you have two other perfectly good holes that I’m sure can take me just fine.”

His words make you dizzy, your thighs rubbing together in desperation as you await the thing you haven’t been able to stop thinking about since you got here: him fucking you.

“Lay back down.” Your back hits the sheets again, legs spreading instinctively in preparation. “Good girl,” he says, using the opportunity to pull your panties down off your legs before tossing them on top of your dress across the room. Reaching over into the drawer of the bedside table, he pulls out a condom and rips it open with his teeth, tossing the wrapper to the side as he sheaths it over his cock. He locks eyes with your dripping pussy as he centers himself against your entrance. Pushing his tip slowly into you, a moan leaves your throat at the stretch. Once sufficiently inside you, he leans over your body, his torso hovering above you.

“Ready?” he asks and you nod, biting down on your lip in excitement.

He thrusts himself into you with a grunt. The sudden sensation of him filling you makes you nearly scream in pleasure as you try to adjust to his size. A breathy chuckle leaves his lips as he pulls out, not giving you time to readjust before he shoves his hips back against you.

Just from two thrusts you feel lightheaded, unable to comprehend the sensation of him inside you. You don’t think you’ve ever been this stretched, this full, before in your life. But Toji doesn’t relent, rutting in and out of you as your eyes threaten to roll back.

Trying to ground yourself, you reach your hands up to him, wrapping around his back as one goes into his hair.

“What are you doing?” his rough voice pulling you momentarily out of your daze. “I didn’t say you could touch me.”

Right. You drop your hands back to your sides, clutching into the sheets as waves of bliss rack your body with each thrust.

In the back of your mind, you find yourself thinking about him - of Satoru. He let you touch him. Hell, he loved when you touched him. He practically purred when you ran your hands through his hair, almost whining with need when you traced down his chest. And you loved when he touched you, the way he would lazily draw his lanky fingers up and down your back or how his thumb would rub circles against your thigh whenever he sat next to you.

You wish he was here. You wish he was the one fucking you.

Pulling you out of your thoughts, you notice Toji’s movements suddenly get shallow and irregular, a sign he’s nearing his climax. You can’t deny the physical pleasure you’re experiencing in spite of the emotional pain from not having Satoru here; the feeling of Toji’s cock inside you is enough to at least momentarily forget about the man you’re missing.

His movements suddenly stop, his eyes closing as a groan rumbles from his throat. You feel his cock twitching inside you as his balls pump cum into the condom.

You were close to finishing too, but of course, he doesn’t seem particularly interested in that right now. Before you can grind your hips against him to try and satisfy yourself, he pulls out suddenly and straightens himself, standing at the end of the bed, leaving you sprawled in front of him.

“Alright,” he says flatly while peeling the used condom off and tossing it in the trashcan near the door, “I’ll go get your money. You can get dressed now.”

He turns to leave, but you stop him with a soft whine. “D-don’t you want me to finish, too?”

He scoffs at you, turning his head to look at you out of the corner of his eyes. “That’s not my fucking job, now is it?” Grabbing the door handle, he leaves you alone in the room.

Tears start to sting at your eyes, the mix of pleasure, longing, desperation, frustration, and pain becoming too much for you. You look around the foreign room and wish you were anywhere else.

Satoru wouldn’t have treated you like this. He always cared about you, always made sure you were enjoying sex just as much as he was; sometimes it almost felt like his only job, only purpose, was to make you feel good. There were nights where he didn’t even fuck you, he just went down on you for hours like he was kneeling at the altar of his own personal god.

Not only that, but he always took care of you after, making sure to cover your body in kisses, holding you close in the backseat of his car or whatever other location you two ended up in when your desire for each other became too much. He’d tell you how good you made him feel, how sweet you are, how perfect, any compliment he could think of he’d babble out to you until you’d shut him up with a kiss, being able to feel his grin through it. God, what you wouldn’t give to see that stupid smile now.

The door handle suddenly turns as a now fully-clothed Toji steps in. “You’re not dressed,” he observes as he walks to the dresser, throwing your belongings toward you where you still sit on the bed.

Your hands fumble at the clothes, sliding the dress back over your head and your panties onto your legs without a word.

Toji extends his hand out to you, and for a moment you think it’s to help you up, before you look down and see him holding a fistfull of cash. “One thousand, as promised.”

You hesitantly reach your hand out to take it, a soft, “Thanks,” leaving your lips as you stand up on your own.

“I’ll show you out,” he continues, tone devoid of any hint of emotion towards you.

Silently following him back out the hallway, you can’t help but let your eyes linger on the picture of his son.

What a sweet kid. I hope he never turns out like his father.

Finally outside, you sit in the darkness of your car, allowing the silence to fall over you as you process the events that unfolded. You just had what was so close to being amazing sex, and getting paid for it, but all you can think about is Satoru. Closing your eyes all you can picture is the bright blue of his, the feeling of his skin stamped into the corners of your mind.

Fuck.

Not knowing what else to do, you turn on your car and pull up directions to a bar you saw on your drive over.

I need a fucking drink.

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We Fall Like Snow ║ Part ⅠⅠⅠ

series summary: After the events that took place at the Cliff Beasts set, needless to say as his bodyguard (and friend) you became overprotective of Dieter. You have all your worries under control until you accidentally flip over a young fan by grabbing her wrist, causing the media to stir with speculations as to why. Luckily Dieter's family arrives in the nick of time, scooping you both from New York to their cozy cabin; however winter wonderland can't last forever and you need to face the consequences of your actions sooner or later.

pairing: Dieter Bravo x bodyguard!ofc; Amina Addams, written in reader format

chapter summary: You meet Dieter's cousin Everett. The family takes you ice skating.

word count: 8.1k

chapter warnings: dieter being a softie, piv, oral (receiving), lots dirty talking, near-death experience (almost drowning), vaginal fingering

**dividers by the amazing @saradika

The winter sun warms your skin as you step out of the car. You assume that the tall blond man being embraced by Adaline is the Everett you’ve heard so much about. Dieter laughs and pats Everett on the back.

You stand awkwardly in the snow, the freezing cold seeping through the soles of your boots, you feel a sense of isolation wash over you. You are used to being an integral part of Dieter's life, but now you find yourself on the outside looking in. You watch as Adaline embraces Everett, Dieter standing nearby with a grin on his face, and you can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy and longing. You want to be a part of this scene, to be included in the laughter and camaraderie, but instead, you are left standing on the sidelines. The sense of exclusion weighs heavily on your shoulders, and you can't shake the feeling that you will always be an outsider.

You take a step forward, your eyes looking up at the cabin. It’s quite big and cozy looking. You see decorations here and there, shadows of colorful light visible from the windows. There’s also a wreath hanging on the door. When you reach the family, Everett looks you up and down with curiosity. A shy smile touches your lips.

“And who’s this?” he asks as Adaline tears away from his broad frame.

“Oh, this is Amina, Dieter’s bodyguard,” she introduces them politely. “Amina, this is Everett, Claus’s sister’s son— Dieter’s cousin,”

As Everett reaches out his hand, you can't help but be struck by the contrast between him and Dieter. While Dieter's warm brown eyes radiate comfort and familiarity, Everett's crystal blue gaze is sharp and piercing, like a beam of light cutting through the darkness.

You take Everett's hand, feeling a jolt of electricity as you make contact. His smile is wide and friendly, but you can sense a hint of reserve behind it as if he's not quite sure what to make of you.

"It's nice to meet you," you say, trying to put him at ease.

Everett nods curtly, his accent revealing hints of his German heritage. His voice is clear and commanding, the kind of voice that would be perfect for a podcast or a radio show.

"I wasn't aware that bodyguards had to tag along everywhere," he says.

You can feel the tension between you and Everett, as if you're both trying to size each other up.

“Well they don’t,” Dieter answers instead, his voice thick with sleep. “But some stuff happened and mom invited her to tag along,”

Mom invited her

During this whole thing you never once stopped to think about if Dieter actually wanted you around. You always kind of assumed that he did. You try to brush off the sting of his words, but it lingers in the back of your mind. Everett looks at Dieter with his one eyebrow raised.

“What stuff?”

Claus slugs his arm over Everett’s shoulder, guiding him inside, “We’ll tell you all about it later. You know how your cousin is, always getting into trouble— Let’s get settled in first,”

Everett sneaks both you and Dieter one last look before disappearing inside with Claus, you can hear vague murmuring. Adaline sighs next to you. When you turn to look you notice a fond smile blooming on her lips, she shakes her head.

“He says that yet leaves us with all the luggage,” she clicks her tongue with a smile. “Anyway, let’s carry this all inside. I hope you’ll find everything alright,” It takes you a while to notice that the last part was directed at you. You nod quickly as you pick up two bags, they’re only slightly heavy. Dieter gives you a blank stare.

“I’m sure everything is lovely Mrs—” you clear your throat. “Adaline,”

As you make your way towards the quaint, cottagecore-inspired stairs, you’re being tugged back before you reach the first step. Adaline’s already up the stairs.

“Hey,”

It's Dieter, his face contorted in a way that you can't quite decipher. As you lower your gaze, you see that his hands are empty, palms turned towards you as if he's expecting you to give him something. You raise an eyebrow in confusion.

"What?" you ask, your voice tight with curiosity.

He gives you an exasperated look and steps closer, the warmth of his body radiating towards you in the cold, crisp air. You are suddenly very aware of his lips and neck, your own breathing becoming shallow and labored. Dieter leans in, slightly bending his knees as he takes both bags from you, his fingers brushing against yours in a slow, steady motion that sends shivers down your spine.

"You don't need to carry everything," he says, his voice low and intimate. "You're on vacation."

You stare at him unblinking, caught in the spell of his proximity and warmth. He climbs up the stairs, and when he realizes you're not following him, he turns and gives you a bright, humorous smile.

"Come on, what are you waiting for?" he asks, his voice laced with playful mischief.

"Yeah— Coming," you manage to reply, your throat feeling itchy and dry. You quickly make your way up the stairs.

The two of you enter the cabin together. Everett and Claus are both leaning over the counter, talking with quick breaths. Meanwhile, Adaline is rummaging through the fridge half-bent over. Looking around you notice the fireplace, large windows, and cozy-looking furniture. You see that the cabin isn’t fully decorated, one window has colorful lights dangling from the top of it while the other does not. The Christmas tree that sits in the corner is also undecorated, naked, essentially.

Dieter drops the bags and heads towards his family, you follow a close trail behind, the familiar movement causing you to feel nostalgic. Everett spots the two of you and breaks away from his conversation with Claus, who seems unbothered by the interruption. You wonder what the two of them were talking about, and if it has anything to do with your arrival.

“Dieter!”

“Everett!”

They embrace roughly as guys do. Everett slightly pushes Dieter down as the latter affectionately pats his stomach. They both laugh. When they part, their arms are still tangled around one another, and Everett’s gaze lands on you.

“So you brought your bodyguard, huh?” he asks, the question directed at Dieter.

You feel somewhat relieved that Claus wasn’t filling Everett in about what happened back in New York.

“She’s also my friend jackass,” Dieter answers, his tone light. “She’s here to have fun and relax—”

“Oh good, that means no one will stop me when I wrestle you to the ground,”

You chuckle at that, stuffing your hand in your pocket you tilt your head.

“Just because I’m not on the clock doesn’t mean you can wrestle him down,” the smile never wavers, and you shrug. Everett gives you a lopsided grin. “Besides, I taught him a couple of moves. I’m sure he’ll be able to hold his own,”

“Oh?” he hums, raising an eyebrow. “So you think he can beat me?”

You look him up and down. Did you think Dieter could beat him? No. Probably not. But you don’t allow the question to linger in the air.

“Positive.”

He laughs, and the sound sends a pleasant tingle up your spine. Looking at Dieter, Everett squeezes his shoulder.

“Hear that Dieter? She thinks you can beat me, care to prove her right with a friendly match?”

“If you promise not to cheat,”

“Me? Cheat?” Everett lets out an exasperated gasp and touches his chest. “I would never.”

Dieter rolls his eyes at that but he’s smiling, he pats Everett’s stomach once more and peels away from the embrace.

“Sure then.” Dieter’s gaze momentarily lingers on you, eyes softening. “We can fight.”

“You two used to wrestle a lot?”

Everett nods, “We used to do it annually when the family came together but that doesn’t happen anymore. Flights aren’t cheap,”

“Oh, you took a flight here? From where?”

“I didn’t but for my folks to come over they would have to. They live in Germany,”

Noticing your shock, Dieter cuts in.

“Most of my father’s side still lives in Germany; my aunt, my cousins, grandparents. They don’t like to travel a lot, but Everett lives here so we get to see him more often than the rest. The other’s sometimes facetime us on Christmas,”

“And we usually meet up here but someone—” Everett’s brows furrow as he turns to his cousin. “—Didn’t make it last year,”

Dieter groans, eyes staring up at the ceiling. “How many times am I going to say this I was working,” he suddenly gestures to you. “If you don’t believe me ask her, she was there while I was busting my ass off,”

“Oh yeah, he was very busy,” you say, exaggerating every word and adding a wink at the end. Everett laughs, and Dieter pouts.

“Just because he’s a movie star he thinks he can ignore us,” Everett answers, Dieter’s frown deepens.

“Don’t call me that.”

The air grows heavy with the subtle venom beneath his words, Everett is still smiling, however, you can see worry crossing his face, and the corner of his eye twitches. You immediately regret making fun, you should’ve known better.

Though, in your defense, you had called Dieter a movie star many times before and he never once showed any signs of annoyance. Everett lifts his hand to presumably put it on Dieter’s shoulder, but the latter moves away before he can.

“I think mom might need my help,”

Your eyes wander to the kitchen, you can't help but be struck by the chaos unfolding before you. Adaline is flitting about like a hummingbird, her hands a blur as she mixes ingredients and tosses them into a bowl. Dieter soon joins her, following her instructions and pulling out pots and pans from the cabinets.

It's a sight to behold, and you can't help but be entertained by the mother-son duo in the kitchen. But as you watch Dieter reach for a bowl, you can't help but be struck by something else entirely.

His shirt rides up ever so slightly, exposing a patch of skin just above the small of his back. And oh boy, is it a sight to behold. You feel your mouth fill with saliva as you drink in the sight of Dieter's soft stomach and freckled skin.

You try to look away, but it's too late. Everett has already noticed your gaze, and you can feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

You turn to him, hoping he didn't see what you were looking at. But the twinkle in his eye tells you everything you need to know. He knows exactly what you were looking at.

“Sorry about that,” he says sheepishly. For a moment you think that he’s talking about you ogling his cousin. “I wasn’t expecting him to get mad at that,”

You blink, his words slowly registering.

“Me neither,” you mutter, observing the tips of your boots. “I call him a movie star all the time, he’s never seemed upset by it before. Like, I joke about it constantly.”

"You know, his parents have a habit of calling him that when they're upset with him," Everett whispers, leaning in closer and brushing your ear. "They use it very derogatory. They're supportive of what he does, but sometimes it can get heated, especially with all the constant news flowing around him. And, well... when he didn't show up last year, they did get a bit upset."

You have a feeling it might’ve been more than a bit.

Everett's words wash over you, and you can't help but feel a sense of melancholy. You've seen the headlines about Dieter, and you know how cruel the media can be. The paparazzi have never shown him mercy, and you can't begin to imagine the toll it must take on him and his family.

Everett seems to sense your distress, and he takes a step back, his hands coming to rest on his hips. His playful wink is meant to lighten the mood, but you can't shake the feeling of sadness that has settled over you.

"But hey, you didn't hear it from me," Everett says, his voice low and conspiratorial. "He's a bit touchy on the subject."

Dieter's mother calls out to him, her voice carrying through the house. "Everett, dear. Why don't you show Amina to her room? Breakfast slash brunch will be ready in a bit."

Your heart sinks as Dieter doesn't even look up at you, his eyes fixed on the bowl in front of him. You can't help but feel a pang of hurt, wondering if there's any way to bridge the gap between you and Dieter.

Everett leads you upstairs, showing you to your cozy room.

Unlike the living room, your room has already been fixed up before your arrival. It’s bright, the walls pastel yellow, and the windows large with Christmas lights dangling down from the top. You also spot a tiny balcony, a roundtable stands in the middle of it. The bed is king-sized, it looks luscious, and soft as if it was ripped directly out of a commercial. There’s a small fireplace in the corner of the room. A soft tingle spreads throughout your muscles and you realize how in dire need of sleep you are.

“Tired?” Everett asks standing next to you, when you turn to look at him you see that he’s smiling.

“A bit but I’ll be fine,”

“You’ll probably have time to rest after we eat, then I think Adaline wants to go ice skating,”

"Ice skating?" you ask, your voice filled with hesitation. You've never done it before, and to be honest, you're not sure you have the talent to glide on top of a frozen lake.

Everett nods, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "Yeah, we do it every year. But don't worry, you don't have to skate," he says with a chuckle, clearly seeing the hesitation on your face. "There's an open cafe there that makes amazing hot chocolate. You can just watch and warm up with a cup of cocoa."

You let out a breath of relief, feeling grateful that you don't have to force yourself onto the ice. "That sounds great," you say, smiling shyly. You're not sure how much you would enjoy skating, but the thought of sipping on a warm cup of hot chocolate sounds like heaven.

You stand at the edge of the frozen lake, the snow drifting softly down from above, and you can't help but feel a sense of peace wash over you. The world around you is blanketed in white, and you feel like you're standing in the center of a beautiful, wintery wonderland.

Dieter is close by your side, his knuckles brushing over yours. The small cafe behind you is a beacon of warmth and comfort, its rich, chocolatey aroma wafting over to you on the chilly winter breeze. You can't help but feel your mouth water at the thought of sipping on a warm cup of cocoa, your hands wrapped around the mug as you huddle together in the cozy warmth. There’s only one other family occupying the cafe other than the Bravos.

"Are you sure you're not going to at least try?" Dieter prompts, looking at you with a crooked smile and an amused gaze. "I never thought you'd be scared of a little ice."

"What's that supposed to mean?" you ask, narrowing your eyes at him.

"Oh, I don't know. I just figured someone as tough and fearless as you wouldn't be afraid to take on a little challenge," Dieter says, his voice laced with teasing.

You can't help but laugh at his words, shaking your head. "I'm not afraid of a challenge, I just don't want to fall ass first onto the ice in front of all of you," you say, looking around at the rest of the family.

Your cross your arms against your chest as Dieter grins widely. He raises his hand that holds a pair of skates that Adaline had brought for you just in case.

“Don’t tease her, Dieter,” Claus says. He and Adaline are holding hands as they slowly start to move around the ice. “God knows you were terrified your first time too,”

“I was ten, dad.”

Without another word, Adaline and Claus skate away, leaving you, Dieter, and Everett standing together on the ice. Dieter is still holding out the skates, his smile taunting as he looks at you expectantly. You feel slightly off after the car ride. Dieter's behavior seems to be more erratic than usual and it's unsettling. It's not uncommon for him to act one way and then the other, but for some reason, it feels more jarring this time.

You chew your bottom lip, your eyes flitting between the skates and Dieter’s excited eyes. You’re not a fan of trying new things, especially when there’s a very high chance that you might be bad at it.

“Come ooon…” he sings, dangling the skates. “I know you want to,”

Everett nudges your arm with his own, a smile crossing his lips. You had forgotten that he was there.

“We’ll be sure to help you out,” Everett points at Dieter, his smile widening into a grin. “And I’m sure this one here won’t let you fall,”

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," you say smiling. "He might decide to seek revenge for all those early mornings I made him endure."

Dieter grins and nods, his look is soft, and it makes you question your cutthroat answer. It’s really not fair that he can sway your mind this easily. Sometimes you wonder if he knows the power he holds over you. His being oblivious to it might be worse actually. You let out a sigh, shake your head, and yank the ice skates from his hand. His eyes glimmer and the look makes your chest feel tight.

“We got her,” Dieter says.

“Only if you promise to teach me,”

“I promise.”

Quickly strapping on your skates, you stand with wobbly legs. It’s not a perfect fit and your feet slide up and down within. Everett’s already on the ice, watching you two as Dieter offers you his arm. With a smile, you cross your arms with his and your nails dig into his clothed bicep. He always feels warm.

As you step onto the ice, the cold air hits you like a wall and you feel your cheeks sting with the sudden chill. You struggle to keep your balance, wobbling, and flailing as you try to skate forward.

Dieter, sensing your distress, wraps his arm on your waist instead and steadies you, his body heat radiating through your coat and warming you up. You’re surprised when you realize how nice this actually feels, how normal it is.

But just as you start to feel comfortable on the ice, Dieter suddenly pulls away, leaving you to stumble and nearly fall.

"Hey, where are you going?" you call out, trying to keep your balance.

“This is the best form of education,” Dieter grins, skating backward. “I’m the mama bird and you’re the baby bird,”

“I don’t think mama birds kick their babies out of the nest!” you shout but you doubt he’s heard you, biting the inside of your cheek, you stretch out your arms and try to find some kind of balance.

You struggle to stay upright, and you can't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Dieter is skating circles around you, teasing and taunting you with his impressive skills, while Everett watches from the sidelines with a mix of amusement and concern.

Everett is quick to fill the gap, skating up to you with a grin. "Need some help?" he asks, offering his hand.

You take his hand gratefully, letting him guide you around the ice. You allow him to guide you for a bit but then let go— determined to prove that you can skate on your own, you try to stand tall and glide forward. You try to stand tall and glide forward, but your efforts are short-lived as you lose your balance and begin to fall.

Just as you're about to hit the ice, Everett's quick reflexes kick in and he catches you, lifting you up and steadying you once again.

"Whoa there, you've gotta relax and take it slow," Everett says, his voice one of laced a clearly seasoned ice skater. "Here, let me show you how it's done. Before you try to upstage someone who’s been nearly skating his entire life,"

You laugh at Everett's words, and here you thought you were as unreadable as a blank wall.

Everett takes your hand and begins to guide you around the ice, showing you how to move your feet and find your balance on the ice. His patient instruction and easygoing demeanor help you to relax and enjoy the moment, and before long you're gliding around with ease.

As you skate, you can't help but notice Dieter watching you from a distance, his eyes fixed on you and Everett as you skate hand in hand. But as soon as he catches your gaze, he turns and skates off to join his parents. The intensity of the moment gone.

"Don't take Dieter too seriously," Everett says, sensing your discomfort. "He can get a little competitive at times."

You're surprised by this revelation, as you've always thought of Dieter relaxed, most of the time anyway. You never thought that he has a competitive streak.

"Really? I didn't know that," you reply, glancing over at Dieter as he skates across the ice with ease.

"Yeah, it's all in good fun though," Everett adds with a grin. "He's just trying to show off a little."

He teaches you more tricks and tips about ice skating, slowly it’s starting to get easier. You start to get to know Everett better, chatting and laughing as you glide across the ice. You learn that Everett is an engineer, but he doesn't seem too thrilled about his job.

"It's okay, I guess," Everett says with a shrug. "But it's not really what I wanted to do with my life. I always thought I'd be working on cool projects, designing and building things from scratch. But it's mostly just sitting in front of a computer all day, running simulations and crunching numbers."

You can sense the disappointment in Everett's voice, and you can't help but feel a little sorry for him. "That sounds really frustrating," you say sympathetically.

"It can be," Everett admits. "But I'm trying to make the most of it. I still get to work on some cool projects once in a while, and I get to see the impact of my work on the world. It's just not as exciting as I thought it would be."

“Yeah, I get that,” you answer, eyes lingering on Dieter who’s currently talking with his parents. When you turn back to Everett you see that his brow is raised, seeming slightly intrigued by your vague answer. You stammer over your words and scratch the back of your head. “I mean don’t get me wrong, I love my job but it can be a bit overwhelming.”

“Dieter giving you trouble?”

“I wouldn’t say that it was him giving me trouble—”

The conversation is cut short as Dieter skates back over to you and Everett, he announces that his parents are heading into town to do some shopping and they've invited you to join them.

"It's a bit of a drive, so we wouldn't be able to go into town a lot. So if you have anything you need now would be a perfect time to go and get it," Dieter says.

You hesitate, still feeling tired from the drive the night before. But Everett jumps at the opportunity, saying that he needs to buy something warm to wear at home since he forgot to pack a coat.

"Come on, it'll be fun," Everett’s words are directed at you, trying to coax you into joining them.

But as you stand on the ice, feeling the tension between you and Dieter, you're not sure if you want to go.

"I don't know," you say, looking back and forth between Dieter and Everett. "I'm still feeling a little tired from the trip."

But to your surprise, Dieter smiles and says, "It's okay, I'll stay with you if you don’t wanna go. The walking distance isn’t that far so we can head back home whenever you want to.”

You and Dieter stand side by side as you wave them off. But with the distraction of others gone, you feel at loss for words, as if this was the first time the two of you have been left alone. It’s a silly feeling, really. Talking to Dieter had never been something difficult to do, it always came naturally to you as breathing, even at the beginning of your friendship. You feel Dieter’s arm pressing against yours, a soft sigh falls from your lips. Even if he notices the sound, he doesn’t say anything.

The snowflakes are delicate and light, drifting down from the sky like tiny crystals. As they land on your skin, they feel cool and refreshing, a welcome contrast to the warmth of Dieter's touch.

“I’m sorry,” he says, his voice dropping. “I’ve been a bad host haven’t I?”

“No, no of course not—I get it, it can be hard spending time with family. Besides we’re all a bit tired from the ride over here, it’s normal for nerves to take over,”

Dieter nods and looks down at the ice, his handsome features shadowed. He doesn’t say anything else, his apology lingers in the air, neither of you not really knowing what to do.

Snow falls softly around you.

"I learned a few things from Everett. Want me to show you? I’m a pro now if you haven’t noticed,"

You’re both equally surprised at the sudden string of words leaving your mouth. Apparently, your body couldn’t handle the uncomfortable silence anymore. Without thinking you clamp a hand over your mouth and giggle. Dieter grins at you.

You can see the hint of a spark in his eyes. "Sure," he says, his voice laced with amusement. “Show me what you got pretty girl,”

Your eyes go wide, wanting to hide your shock you take off across the ice, gliding and swirling around Dieter as you demonstrate what you've learned. You’re still a bit slow and a bit clumsy, but you’re making it work somehow. You can feel the chill of the ice against your skin, and you can't help but laugh and smile as you skate.

Dieter watches you with a mixture of pride and amusement, and you can see the ghost of a smile lingering on his lips as he watches you skate. As you drift away from him, you can feel the tension between you melting away—Thankfully.

You drift further and further away from him, not really aware of how far you’ve gone. Slowly, you start to sense that something is wrong, an uncomfortable prickling itching at your skin.

At first, you dismiss the feeling as nerves or anxiety. But as you skate on, the ice beneath you starts to feel brittle and unstable. You hear Dieter calling out to you, his voice laced with panic and fear, and you turn to see him skating toward you as fast as he can.

But it's too late. With a sickening crack, the ice beneath you shatters and collapses, sending you plummeting into the freezing water below.

You scream as you hit the surface, the icy water taking your breath away. You can feel the cold seeping into your bones, numbing your limbs, and stealing your strength. You try to swim to the surface, but the weight of your clothes and the slipperiness of the ice make it nearly impossible.

You hear Dieter's voice calling out to you, but it seems distant and muffled as if he's far away. You're going to drown, all alone in this icy, freezing water.

Darkness closes in around you.

You never should’ve gotten on top of the ice.

Dieter watches in horror as you fall through the ice into the frozen lake. Without hesitation, he moves towards the hole, his heart racing with panic.

The ice is slippery and treacherous, and Dieter can feel the cold seeping into his bones. He can see you struggling in the water, your arms flailing as you try to swim to the surface.

Dieter's limbs feel heavy and numb. He reaches out with trembling fingers, trying to grab hold of your hand. You’re slipping away from him, your body writhing in the icy water. Dieter can feel the fear and panic rising in his chest, he feels on the verge of tears if he’s completely honest.

He remembers what his father taught him when he was a kid, about how to help someone who falls into a frozen lake. Keep your cool, don't go in after them, and call for help. But Dieter can't bring himself to follow those rules.

So he ignores the voice in his head, his arms outstretched to grab hold of you. The water is icy cold, numbing his limbs and stealing his breath. But he ignores the pain.

With a surge of adrenaline, Dieter hauls you up and out of the water, his arms straining with the effort. He can feel the ice cracking and splintering beneath him, but he keeps moving. You’re shaking and shivering, your clothes soaked. Dieter wraps his arms around you, trying to generate some heat and rub her body to warm her up.

As he holds you close, Dieter can feel his own body starting to shake with cold.

“Are you okay?” he asks with panic, ignoring his own freezing skin. Dieter cradles your face and rubs your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. “Come on talk to me sweetheart, can you hear me?”

Your teeth chatter and you nod, “Y–Yeah— I’m just v-very c-cold,”

“Alright, hang on,”

Dieter helps you to your feet, he prompts you to lay your weight against him as he guides you both away from the hole, his feet slipping and sliding on the icy surface. When he finally reaches the end of the lake, he calls out to the staff and asks for a vehicle. He can feel you shaking in his arms.

Dieter doesn’t let go, and after this, he doubts he’s capable of letting you go.

You're not sure what had surprised you more, nearly drowning to your death or the fact that Dieter managed to pull you out of the freezing water.

You had nearly drowned, the icy water pulling you under with a ferocity that left you feeling helpless and panicked. A moment you wouldn’t be forgetting for a while. But Dieter had appeared out of nowhere, reaching out with strong arms to pull you out. I felt like half a dream and half a nightmare.

The drive back to the cabin had been a silent one, but not because you were too stunned to speak. It was the weight of the moment, the feeling of gratitude and relief mixed with the shock of the near-death experience that left you speechless. Dieter's arms were wrapped around you the whole way back, a constant and comforting presence.

You couldn't help but feel a bit disoriented due to the role reversal at that moment. Normally, it was you who was worried about Dieter, checking in on him and making sure he was okay. But this time, it was Dieter who was worried about you, and the thought was both surprising and deeply appreciated.

You step out of the shower, the steamy heat of the water clings to your skin. The mirror is fogged up from the humidity. You take a deep breath, relishing in the feeling of warmth and cleanliness that comes with a hot shower.

As you dry off, you can't help but think about Dieter. You close your eyes and imagine the two of you together, cuddled up in front of a fireplace as the snow falls outside. You feel as if this thought is almost forbidden, but think about it anyway, not being able to control the way your mind works after the adrenaline rush.

You can almost feel Dieter's soft lips on your forehead as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, and you feel a warmth in your chest that has nothing to do with the steam in the bathroom.

You take one last look in the mirror, noticing the way the steam has caused your face to glow in a soft, romantic way.

When you enter your room, you’re surprised to see Dieter kneeling in front of the fireplace, a small flame flickering in the hearth. He looks up at you, but his usual smile is replaced with a somber expression.

Remembering you’re wearing nothing else but your towel, you tug the fabric closer to your chest, your breath hitches. You had never accidentally gotten naked in front of Dieter. In fact, you had made a conscious effort to ensure that he has never seen you naked, which was a hard thing to do considering who he is.

"What are you doing here?" you ask, hiding your anxious smile beneath the palm of your hand.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay," Dieter replies, his voice laced with concern. "And I wanted to make sure you were warm. I’ll leave."

You can see the worry etched on Dieter's face, and your heart breaks a little. You stop him just as he’s about to leave the room, blocking him with an outstretched arm, his gaze moves across your exposed skin and stops at your eyes.

"I'm fine, Dieter," you say softly. "You don't have to worry about me. I'm tough, remember?"

"I know you are," Dieter says, his voice heavy with emotion. "But that doesn't change the fact that I was terrified when I saw you fall into that lake. I don’t know what I would do with myself if something happened to you,"

You feel the fire starting to warm the room. "I'm okay," you say. "I'm safe. And I have you to thank for that."

As Dieter's face approaches yours, you feel a surge of nervous excitement. Your hands tremble as you grip the towel tighter, your knuckles turning white from the effort. The fire in the fireplace crackles and pops, casting a warm glow over the two of you.

Dieter's hands gently cup your cheeks, his thumbs softly caressing the delicate skin beneath your eyes. You can't help but sigh at the touch, your eyes fluttering closed as you succumb to the moment. You can feel your heart racing, your breath quickening as Dieter's lips inch closer to yours. It's as if time stands still, the only thing that matters at this moment is the two of you. When he speaks again, you can feel his lips brushing against yours.

“It’s my fault. I’m the one who asked you to skate even when you didn’t want to, then I left you, so caught up with my bragging,” his face is closer now, you can almost taste his lips, the air between you thick with tension. “You should be mad at me.”

"But I'm not," you say, your eyes flicking open to meet his gaze. The sadness in his eyes is palpable, and you feel a tightness in your chest at the sight. You can't help but remind yourself of the time he was just inches away from kissing you in that hotel room before his parents interrupted.

You reach up to brush a stray lock of hair from his face, your touch gentle and loving. "I don't know what it is about you, Dieter, but I just can't stay mad. You have a way of winning me over, no matter what."

As the words leave your lips, you feel like you're making a confession of sorts. Your heart is pounding in your throat, making it hard to catch your breath. The room suddenly feels suffocating, the walls closing in on you. The only thing that feels real at this moment is Dieter, his presence the only solid thing you can focus on.

You feel like you're drowning in his gaze. Your hands shake as you reach out to touch his cheek, your fingers trembling against his skin. You can feel the heat radiating off him.

You don't know what the future holds, but at this moment, you just don't care.

As you stand there in nothing but a towel, you feel a sense of vulnerability wash over you. But as Dieter's gaze meets yours, and all of that disappears.

He reaches out and touches your cheek in return, his fingers gentle and warm against your skin. You close your eyes, leaning into his touch, your lips parted in anticipation.

And then, he finally kisses you. His lips are soft and warm, and as he presses them against yours, you feel a heat flaring over your skin. You moan softly, your arms wrapping around his neck as you pull him closer, deepening the kiss.

You can feel the desperation in him, the way his hands grip you tightly as if he never wants to let you go. You feel the same way, your heart racing in your chest as you kiss him, your bottled-up emotions finally overflowing.

You feel like you're lost in a whirlwind of emotion, completely consumed by the feeling of his lips on yours. You don't care about the fact that you're supposed to be just friends, or that your job makes it complicated.

Your bodies press together as if they can't get close enough. You run your hands over his chest, feeling the muscles flex beneath your touch, and you can feel him shudder.

"We shouldn't be doing this," he whispers against your lips.

"I know," you whisper back. "But I can't help it.”

He sighs softly, his lips trailing down your neck as he kisses you with increasing intensity. You moan softly, your head falling back as you give yourself over to the moment. Dieter's hands trail down your back, you can feel arousal pooling between your legs. His touch is gentle, but you can feel the tension in his fingers, the way he's hesitant to explore further.

"Are you sure about this?” his fingers nervously trace the edges of the towel. "I mean, this could be an 'oh my god I almost died and now I need to fuck the nearest person' moment. I don't want you to regret this in the morning, or think that I'm trying to take advantage of you in your post-death-defying-adventure horny haze."

“You’re all good Dieter, believe me. I—” you swallow thickly, this moment feels like a dream, something that might disappear from between your fingers in an instant. “I don’t know what I feel but this—This is something I won’t regret.”

Dieter's fingers work quickly to untie the towel wrapped around you, casting it aside with a flick of his wrist. Your own hands are equally eager, fumbling with the hem of his shirt as you try to peel it off his shoulders.

The room is filled with the sound of heavy breathing and the rustling of fabric as you both move toward the bed. The warmth of the fireplace envelops you, adding to the heated atmosphere of the moment. Finally, with a final tug, his shirt comes free and you both tumble onto the bed, skin to skin, lost in the heat of the moment.

You can't help but feel a twinge of guilt deep in your gut. Despite the cozy atmosphere of the room, with the warmth of the fireplace and the soft, romantic light of the setting sun casting a golden hue, you can't shake the feeling that what you're doing is wrong.

You try to push these thoughts aside as you sink into the soft mattress, surrounded by plush pillows and blankets. The faint sound of snow falling outside adds to the sense of intimacy and coziness. Dieter's lips find yours again, and you try to focus on the present moment. He swallows the guilt that lingers in the back of your mind with a kiss, his tongue licking the inside of your mouth.

It is as if he’s everywhere all at once, his lips and hands moving over your skin as if they are a means of healing. Every touch feels like a balm, soothing away the doubt in your mind. Dieter cups your breasts, nipples pebbling at his touch, he’s rough but also carries a tenderness. Briefly, you wonder if this is what he’s like with the others as well. But the thoughts are quick to escape you when you feel wet, open-mouthed kisses traveling down your torso.

His mustache and patchy beard tickle you when he reaches the soft curve of your stomach, nuzzling it, he pulls your legs further apart, his breath against your heat sending a pleasant shudder up your spine. Dieter’s tongue dips between your folds and you let out a gasp, hips raising off of the bed with anticipation. His mouth moves lazily, drawing your clit between his lips, he sucks and draws circles with the tip of his tongue. You feel yourself nearly blacking out, slack-jawed, you groan at the way you slick drips from you and onto his tongue, drenching Dieter’s lips completely.

“F–Fuck…Shit—You’re good at that,”

You twitch when he chuckles, his breath forcing a shudder up your body.

“Well— as you probably know— I had a lot of practice,”

“Don’t get cocky,”

“Oh don’t worry, you’ll know when I get cocky,”

You can tell by his voice that he’s grinning from ear to ear, but you can’t bring yourself to quip back when he sucks your clit again—making the most obscene slurping sound you’ve ever heard a man make. Crying out, you pull at his hair. He kisses your mound, tongue still moving, and you feel two fingers pushing inside you. Your thighs close without you even thinking, he groans into your pussy and looks up at you between heavy lashes.

“That’s right baby,” he moans, voice rough. “Suffocate me, use me— Shit—You look so fucking hot right now—I wanna take a goddamn picture,” his eyes closed, teeth gently nipping at your clit.

Dieter’s fingers move deftly inside, both of the digits knuckle deep as he stretches you. Your breathing heavy, your head falls back. You take what he said to heart and start to grind yourself into his mouth, thighs shaking around the frame of his face, the small earing he has grazing the inside of your thigh.

“Want you to flood my mouth,” Dieter growls, his voice muffled as he buries his face between your legs. “Make a mess of me sweetheart, please,”

“God you have a filthy mouth,” you gasp, your lips feeling wet and swollen from his attention. “Just don’t stop talking, Dieter. Just— Keep talking,”

“For someone who tells me constantly to shut up, this is a bit of a surprise.” he teases, his eyes locked on yours as he continues to thrust his fingers deep inside you. "But I'm more than happy to give you what you want. What do you want me to say, sweetheart? Do you want me to tell you how beautiful you are like this, all wet and willing? Do you want me to tell you how hard I'm going to fuck you as soon as you cum all over my face?"

Your lips part with a groan and fist his hair, pulling his mouth closer to you as you beg for more. Dieter responds with enthusiasm, his tongue lashing over your sensitive flesh as he continues to talk in that rough, tremulous voice that drives you wild.

"I know it's hard to wait," he says with a mock sympathetic tone. "But there's no way this pretty little pussy is going to be able to take me unless you make everything nice and wet for me. So let go, baby. Cum for me,”

You can't hold back any longer, the pleasure building inside you until you think you'll burst. Dieter's dirty talk and skilled touch are too much to resist, and you find yourself crying out his name as you come, your body convulsing.

Dieter doesn't let up, his lips and fingers continuing to work their magic as he brings you through wave after wave of orgasmic bliss. Finally, spent and sated, you collapse back onto the bed, panting and trying to catch your breath.

"That was amazing," you gasp, still trembling with aftershocks.

"It's nothing compared to what's coming next," Dieter groans, his eyes dark with desire as he looms over you. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name, sweetheart. And then I'm going to do it all over again."

You can't wait, your body already responding to the promise in his words. As Dieter moves over you, his body covering yours, you feel the heat radiating off of his skin and the rough stubble on his chin scraping against your neck.

Dieter's lips find yours. The taste of yourself is heavy on his tongue as he flattens the muscle over yours, groaning into your mouth. His hands roam over your body.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he grinds against you, the hard length of his cock pressing against your damp thigh. You just came but still, you feel that pleasant tingle deep in your core, begging to be taken care of.

Dieter seems to sense it too, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. He presses you further into the bed, his body covering yours as he enters you in one smooth, powerful thrust. You cry out, your body arching up to meet him as he begins to move inside you, his hips pistoning back and forth as he takes you higher and higher.

You cling to him, your fingers digging into his back as you ride the wave of pleasure, letting it crash over you again and again. Dieter's movements become more frenzied, his breath coming in short gasps as he drives himself deeper and deeper into you.

Finally, with a guttural cry, he reaches his own climax, pulling out, his body goes rigid as he spills himself over your stomach. You hear a string of fucks coming out with panicked whispers. You wrap your arms around him, holding him close as you tell him that it’s fine. His lips tenderly move above the slope of your shoulder as he draws circles around your oversensitive clit. It doesn’t take you long to come undone a second time, your orgasm washing over you smoothly like soft waves caressing a shoreline.

As the aftershocks of your orgasms fade away, you lay tangled in each other's arms, panting and spent.

The room is bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, the shadows cast by the furniture elongated and strange. The fire in the fireplace has burned down to a handful of glowing embers, the once-warm room now cool and still.

You lay there, tangled up in the sheets, still naked and vulnerable. Dieter sleeps peacefully next to you, his chest rising and falling with each breath. He really made true of his promise, making you come until you basically passed out.

But the peace is short-lived, shattered by the harsh ring of your phone. You reach out a hand, fumbling for the device in the darkness. The screen glows brightly, the time displayed in bold digits: 3 AM.

You answer the call, your voice thick with sleep. It’s Shannon.

“Yeah? What’s wrong?”

A minute later you hang up the phone, your mind racing with worry. Shannon's words echo in your head, the gravity of the situation sinking in. You don't want to wake Dieter, but you can't shake the feeling of panic that's welling up inside you. Pictures of you and him, circulating the internet— People were asking questions.

You slide out of bed, grab Dieter’s shirt and pull it over your head. You pad over to the window, pulling back the curtains to look outside. The world outside is dark and quiet, white snow covering the soil underneath. You feel a sense of isolation wash over you as if you and Dieter are the only two people in the world.

You turn away from the window and walk back over to the bed, sitting down on the edge and staring at Dieter's peaceful face. You can't believe that this is happening, that you've allowed yourself to be caught up in a situation that could be a dire hit to both of your careers.

You continue to stare at Dieter, your touch his hair, soft underneath your fingertips. You're not ready to face the reality of the situation, not yet.

So you sit there, lost in your own thoughts, and the minutes tick by.

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The Caravel Tavern Series : Prologue

Warnings: mentions of drinking/alcohol, sibling banter, fluff/wholesome/good vibes.

Word Count: 4.2k

Summary: The opening of Caravel Tavern was a dream come true for Jake. With the help of his best friends and brothers, naturally. In a small city in New England, it's rare to come across new faces. (or even run into some from the past)

A 4 Book interconnected series where they find love in the most unexpected ways. The bar was Jake's dream, but somehow is helping everybody else's dreams come true as well.

Rom-Com • Enemies To Lovers • Love At First Sight • Rekindled High School Sweethearts • Workplace Romance • AU - Boys x OCs

Night Moves - Bob Seger “When you just don't seem to have as much to lose Strange how the night moves With autumn closin' in”

Two Days until Open

Flipping the heavy lock and hearing the door chime has become my favorite way to start my day. After six long months of fixing up this place, it’s only days from officially opening. I’ve spent countless hours cleaning it up, with the help of my brothers, obviously. But it has come together and finally feels like mine.

“Goodmoooooorning!” Josh sings from across the room.

“Good Morrow!” I can’t help the slight accent that comes along with it.

Josh has been helping me decorate, thrift, and create things to match the aesthetic here. Deciding to develop a piratical vibe with a touch of retro themes felt right. We’ve spent hours finding the perfect pieces to hang, and thankfully, Josh has a good eye for all that. Red neon signs adorned the walls, with my favorite “Sinners Welcome” sign hanging behind the bar.

“I think we are getting close to finishing with the decor,” Josh says, turning to make eye contact with me.

“If you’re happy with it, then I’m happy with it,” I said, smiling back at him. “Just let me know what I can do to help. Otherwise, I’ll be organizing until the cows come home.”

The door chimes ringing as Sam, our younger brother, walks through the door, Daniel quickly following behind.

Daniel has practically been part of our family since we were kids, so he is treated like a brother. He and Sam went to school together and instantly attached at the hip, so he was at our house often throughout the years. When the time came, he chose not to go away for college, and I helped him get a job with me at the Shipyard. Unfortunately, it wasn’t a glamorous job, but it’s one of the better-paying options— at least it wasn’t a factory.

“Okay, Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum, we come bearing gifts, and by that, I mean, I hope you like these coffees,” Sam announces as he makes his way to the bar, “black– because I texted both of you and neither replied, so it’s your fault.”

“Some of us have jobs, Sam,” I said back.

Josh pulls out his phone, and I can see him click around for a second, “Oh yeah, there it is.”

Sam abruptly set the coffee on the bar in front of us with a shit-eating grin.

“Mental note, keep coffee creamer,” Josh mumbles and Sam holds a bag out to him before taking a sip.

“I didn’t forget your caramel cold foam whipped cream bullshit that you put in your coffee.”

Josh’s face lights up at the sight, “Wow, you do care about me,” putting on the dramatics per usual, “Also– I better not be Tweedle Dum.”

Sam let out a sinister laugh with an exaggerated shrug, “Guess we’ll never know!”

Since Sam got home from college, he’s been helping Josh and myself get everything done for the bar. Often, he’s reluctant or tries to make it seem that way. I can tell that he likes to be a part of everything. He’s been offering to take pictures of the bar. We have all the beer available, so we can post them on our Instagram, which I’m glad he understands is part of the business because I do not.

“Thank you, Samuel,” I say. “Lucky for you, I always take my coffee black.”

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“I think if I have to look at another beer can today,” Sam starts, “I’ll lose my mind completely.”

I giggle as I continue to track what we have in stock, “The worst is almost over, bud.”

I’m sure opening the week of Thanksgiving seems like a terrible concept, and, to be frank- it’s overwhelming. I hope the six months of bickering with everybody will prove it was worth it.

“Hey, boss,” Daniel starts, “is there anything else you’d like me to do?”

I’m not exactly proud of how much he startled me. I should be more used to how quiet he is by now, but I don’t think I’ll ever be.

“Jesus Christ,” I stop to process the question. “No, buddy, you can go home. It’s getting late, and we all probably could stand to get some rest before actually opening.”

With no hesitation, I hear Sam ask from the other room, “Does that include me also?”

“Yes, go home!” I shout over to him.

The door chime rings suddenly, causing Josh and me to laugh, walking over to find whatever he is working on. Carefully tapping the frame to ensure it’s centered on the nail, he looks incredibly focused.

“We can also be done for the night,” I tell him, putting my arm around his shoulders.

“Well, even better news, that was the last thing I needed to hang.” He says.

“You’ve outdone yourself, really.” I compliment him.

Patting my hand a few times, he tells me, “Did it up just right, and it’s all for you, brother.”

We stare at each other silently for a second.

“I’m just elated to see you finally going for your dreams.”

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Opening Night

The room glows in red from the neon signs we’ve hung, making everything feel real suddenly as I look at the locked door. We decided to open a little later in the day so the ambiance would be there. Also, who opens a bar on their first day at noon?

“How are you feelin’?” Daniel asked, squeezing my shoulder to wake me up from my nervous state.

“I’m not well.”

He laughs at my response. “It’s going to be great, Jake.”

I spent a moment trying to crack my knuckles before letting out the breath I had been holding. Listening to the quiet, jazzy riff that Sam is playing on the piano, tucked into the corner.

“You think so?” turning to him for a bit of reassurance.

“Absolutely. I think you’re onto something great, buddy,” he tells me.

My hands shake as I turn the jukebox on for the first official time, hearing the music start playing throughout the bar; we all look at each other for a second with smiles plastered across all our faces.

“Okay, it’s time,” I say as I turn the deadbolt. Seeing Josh pull the little chain on the ‘Open’ sign in the window makes my heart thump even louder.

The moment feels like slow motion as the door opens, and it isn’t one of the four of us who have been working here. I had hardly taken two steps back when the chime went off.

“Oh, sweetheart,” my mom gasps, stepping over the threshold, “This is wonderful.”

She immediately pulls me into a hug; all my nerves disappeared in a simple gesture.

“You did the damn thing, now didn’t ya bub?” Dad finally speaks up, giving me his signature side hug.

Before I knew it, Josh was already toting our parents around the bar, showing them all the decor he was proud of finding. A few customers who weren’t family had started to trickle in and sit at the bar.

“I actually made Jake meet me after work so he could help me pull this out of the dumpster,” Josh explains, louder than I wished he would. A collective “oooh” followed his statement, realizing that a handful of customers sitting close to the tour were also listening to him now.

“I painted this for him,” he continues, pointing at his framed artwork. He’s always been artistic; his imagination was incredible.

A miniature painting of Queen Anne’s Revenge sat in a gold frame. He’s always known that I love everything about pirates and their history. That was one of the first things he made for the bar when I told him I would officially buy it.

“That’s beautiful,” our mom gasped, leaning in to look at the little details even closer. “You really did that, Sunshine?!” Her voice raises excitedly, causing even more customers to glance over. Covering my mouth with my hand, I try to contain the laugh. Josh really did turn into Mom over the years, huh?

“You obviously know that Jake loves his pirates,”

“Oh, I sure do,” Mom says, “Remember when he would cry because his favorite pirate ship jammies needed to be washed?”

“Alright, alright. Mum, we don’t need to bring it up,” I chime in, “ again,” shaking my head at the trip down memory lane.

My dad finally snuck away from the Grand Tour, found a seat at the bar, and started to make conversation with a few people.

Glancing over to the door as it opens, Old Man Chuck strolls in, immediately making eye contact. He makes his way over to the corner stool at the bar.

Without asking, I slide a beer over to him.

“Ya did a hell of a job, kid. Place looks wicked good,” he mumbles.

“Thank you, Sir,” I matched his volume, “that one’s on me.” He gave me a subtle nod.

Old Man Chuck wasn’t a man of many words, and I respected that. He took a chance to sell me the bar; I’ll always be grateful. It probably helps that I have spent plenty of nights here when he still owned it, but where else am I supposed to go when my apartment is only two floors above?

As the night goes on, people start trickling in. Living in Portland for so long, you realize everyone knows everyone. Considering we were rapidly approaching Thanksgiving, many people were home for the holidays and in need of a break from their families.

I scan the bar to see if anybody hasn’t been tended to when I see Sam trying his hardest to converse with Chuck, and it’s not working. I walk over, touching his shoulder to get his attention.

“Sammy boy, can you just do a quick round and make sure everyone in the booths is good?” I quickly ask him.

“Aye, aye, Captain.”

I watch as he makes his way to each table, collecting empty glasses and making occasional small talk with some of the groups.

“Everyone good over here?” I could hear him asking from behind the bar.

Even though he would complain daily about helping out, I could tell he didn’t mind doing this part as much. I could never say to him because it would go straight to his head, and I’d never hear the end, but I’m incredibly proud of him. Poor kid hasn’t worked a day in his life, and I’ve been putting him through it for the last few months.

“Oh, you sell things at the farmer’s market too?” he asks. “What’s your Instagram? I’ll follow you real quick!”

He’s always been comfortable talking to people; he usually seems carefree. I’ve always admired how sure of himself he is. I don’t know if it’s the amount of time he spends outside or that he got a few years away from us, but he’s gotten much more comfortable with himself.

“So.. do you have a boy-“

All of that to say, he has absolutely no game with the ladies.

“Hey bud, I told you to check on everyone,” I glance over at the girl and back at Sam, “not harass them.”

“Jake, what are you doing?” he spits out, “I’m so sorry- uhh”

I give him a quick double pat on the back and nod towards the bar.

“Are you kidding? I was trying to–” Sam continues as I stroll behind the bar. “Do you actually hate me?”

“You were not about to win her over, Sam,” I laugh. “She’s been making eyes at Daniel all night.”

I watch him deflate, putting the dirty glasses he brought back in the bin beside me.

“She doesn’t seem like your type anyway.”

“And you know what my type is?” He questions with a smug look on his face.

“She clearly wasn’t feisty enough to put up with your stubborn ass,” I quip back with a smile.

Unimpressed with my response, he goes back to mingling with customers. I find myself watching him as he makes small talk.

I probably shouldn’t step in on his attempts at flirting, but I could see that one imploding a little too quickly.

I don’t have the best of luck with women myself. I haven’t been on a date in God knows how long. The bar has kept me so busy I don’t even consider it. There are too many things I need to think about constantly, and it wouldn’t be fair for me to do that to someone.

Scanning the room, I notice a couple sitting together in one of the booths, his arm draped over her shoulders. The way she looks at him, gazing at him like he created the moon. Cradling his face with her tiny hand and pressing her lips to his cheek, a smile erupted across his face. Maybe one day.

“Come back to earth, honey,” followed by a few snaps, pull me out of my own world.

“I’m sorry, Linda,” I laugh, “I’m happy to see you here.”

Linda Graves, a sweet older lady, will quickly become one of our regulars. She runs a stand at our local farmer’s market and quickly became buddies with Sam. Her husband had recently passed when he first met her, but she was slowly making her way back out into the world. She’s an eccentric girl and, honestly, reminds me of Josh often.

“Where’s the big guy?” she asks, making her bright red glasses bounce up and down suggestively.

“You know he has a name–”

“I’m trying to play hard to get Jake. You’re supposed to be my wingman,” she whispers, gently smacking my arm, “Did I use that right?”

Throwing my head back with a laugh, I said, “Oh god, you’re right!”

Gesturing to Linda to give me one second, I find the man of her dreams, who is conveniently walking out of the bathroom as I turn into the hall.

“I have a lovely little lady who would like to see you,” choking back the laugh.

“Is it who I think it is?” Daniel asks, following me towards the bar, “Ahhh– there she is.”

He’s a good sport about most things, which is a refreshing outlook to have around, considering who my family is.

“Hi there, beautiful,” he starts, and I watch her melt into a puddle over him.

“Now, Lin, you know I’m gonna have to check your ID if you want to drink tonight.” He tells her with a little wink.

“Oh, Danny. You make me feel so young,” Linda tells him.

“What do you mean, sweetheart? You ARE young,”

“You cut it out now,” She giggles like a schoolgirl, “I look like a bag of bones. I think we both know I’m old.”

“You don’t look a day over 21.” He leans forward, holding himself on the bar. He knows exactly what he’s doing, making his arm muscles flex a little while he listens to her talk. I watch Linda taking little glances at his biceps while he talks.

I see the towel he has sitting over his shoulder starting to slip, and I lean forward to catch it as it falls. Tossing it back over his shoulder, he gives me a slight nod since he is mid-sentence.

“Good save,” Linda quips.

“Thank you, thank you,” I send her a warm smile.

I turn around immediately, bumping into Josh, his teeth on full display, giggling to himself. I haven’t seen him this happy in a while.

“Having fun?” I ask.

“Of course! I’m drunk!”

“I- uh- you’re what?” The panic lacing my voice is intense.

“Jake,” he says while grabbing my shoulders, “I’m kidding.”

Dropping my head back in relief that it was a joke, I’m disappointed I fell for it.

“What a little shit you are,” I can’t help the laugh that escapes me.

“Who are you calling little? I’m five minutes older than you, bub.” He calls back over the music.

I roll my eyes and walk off. He’ll never let that die.

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“Excuse me.”

I turn around to find a petite older lady sitting at the bar.

“Oh, I’m sorry, how are you this evening?” I ask.

“Well, it’s much better now,” she batted her eyelashes at me.

“I’m so happy to hear,” I hold in a laugh, “What can I get you to drink?”

“Do you have any Moscato or Rieslings?

I smile as she asks, “Of course I do. Hang on”

Turning around to the fridge where we store our white wine, I giggle quietly.

Looks like I’ve gained my own Linda.

I grab a glass and turn back to her, setting the glass in front of her.

“I don’t know if you know this..” I pause, “I’m sorry, I never got your name?”

“Eleanor”

“Well, Eleanor, I save this specific bottle of Moscato for only the sweetest of girls,” I tell her as I pour the chilled wine into her glass.

“Oh, you stop,” She bashfully waves her hand toward me.

I glance at her with a smirk cemented across my face.

“Here you go, darling,” I slide the glass across the bar to her.

I give her a second to take a sip, and I can hear the quiet hum telling me that the wine is what she was hoping for.

“Actually,” I start, “I’d like to introduce you to someone. I think you would get along a little too well.”

I look over to Linda, who has taken a break from flirting with Daniel for a moment so he can get some work done. Waving her over, she grabs her bag and downs the rest of her drink before walking around to Miss Eleanor and me.

“Linda, this is Eleanor.” I introduce them and watch as they start to make small talk.

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“Where are my boys?” Mom asks loudly.

Somehow, we all heard her over the chatter of the bar. Sam was already closest to her, so he wrapped her up in a hug first.

“I’m getting too old to be out this late, Buttercup,” she tells him.

“Ma, it’s only 10 PM,”

“I know, I know,” she says, patting his chest gently.

Reaching out for Josh, who’s coming in hot for a hug. Wrapping her tightly and rocking her back and forth.

“I love you,” Josh spoke with an inside voice. Something about our mom brought him down to earth.

“Oh, I love you so much, Sunshine,” Mom leans back, holding him at arm’s length, “You did a fantastic job decorating.”

“Thank you, Mama,” he mumbles, pulling her back for another hug.

“Alright, where’s my extra son?” She looks around for a moment before making eye contact with Daniel. She waves him down, watching the smile creep onto his face as he approaches her.

“Oh, my sweet little dumpling,” She has always had a soft spot for him, “I would never leave without a big hug from you.” She pulls him into a bear hug, rubbing his back a few times.

“Missed you so much,” He can’t help the giggle that comes from him at the pet name he gained as a child.

I stand there watching my brothers both say goodbye to our Dad, giving him quick hugs per usual. Dad was never one for the emotional situations, but he’s loosened up over the years. Looking over at me, he gestures for me to go to him.

“I know we’ll see you guys in the morning,” he starts, looking down at the floor with his hands tucked in his pockets, “But I just want you to know. I really am proud of you, kid.”

He looks back up at me, and his eyes look like they’re struggling to fight the emotion.

“Thank you,” Without a second thought, I wrap my arms around him.

He pats my back a few times before pulling away from the hug, “I can tell how much this place means to you, and I’m just so happy for you.”

He points behind me, letting out a small laugh.

I can hardly turn around before being bombarded by my mother.

“I’m glad you made it for the opening night,” I whisper.

“Sweetheart, I wouldn’t miss this,” She whispers back, pressing a few kisses to my cheek, “Can’t tell you enough how proud I am,”

I place a kiss on the side of her head, “I love you, Mum.”

I let Sam walk our parents out, returning to my place behind the bar. Happily watching Josh mingle with customers, it’s nice to see him existing in an environment that suits him. He just beams when he gets to be social and himself; Josh is much too loud and animated for his current job, and he needs something like this.

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“We’ll be back for sure!” rings through the bar as the last patrons walk out.

Pulling the doors shut and locking us in, I spin on my heels to face Josh, Sam, and Daniel. We all just stare at each other for a few seconds, even though it feels longer, and we cannot contain the laughter of disbelief. We did it… I did it.

Josh quickly closes the distance between us, pulling me into a hug. Being twins has created a very different bond; he’s my best friend. I don’t think I would have had the courage to purchase the bar if it hadn’t been for him in my ear reminding me that I could do it.

“I just want you to know that,” Josh starts, “I’m so proud of you, and I will always be here to help you, even if you don’t want to ask for it,” his voice shakes slightly.

“Thanks, bub. I love you,” squeezing Josh one more time. I hope he knows I’m always ready to do the same for him.

“I think this calls for celebration, don’t you?” Daniel asks, walking over to us holding beers.

“Cheers!” I holler, raising my beer for everyone to join. We all share a well-deserved celebratory moment after the last six months.

I grab a towel from behind the bar, walking back to one of the tables where Sam collects cans and glasses.

“Isn’t this what Dad used to play all the time in the car?” Sam asks while I’m wiping down the table. I listen a little more closely, realizing it’s absolutely one of our dad’s favorite songs.

“I was a little too tall, could’ve used a few pounds,”

We sing along as it plays, laughing hard as I whip Sam with the towel. He flips me off before walking away with a few glasses in his other hand.

We all slowly cleaned and serenaded each other, which made us giggle like a bunch of little kids.

“Workin’ on our night moves,”

Josh sings dramatically, holding his half-drunk beer like a microphone.

“Mmmm, in the sweet summertime”

This time, he leaned over to me so we could sing together, just like we used to as kids in the back seat.

“We were just young, restless, and bored,” Daniel sings as he walks from the back room.

Suddenly, the piano starts ringing through the bar, and we all find Sam playing along with the jukebox. I’ll let it slide since he was incredibly helpful today.

“And we'd steal away every chance we could

To the backroom, to the alley or the trusty woods.”

I finish gathering all the trash and tossing the bags near the back door. Josh still plugging away, cleaning all the glasses while serenading us all.

“And I waited on the thunder,” I sing, turning to point at Josh, knowing that he will absolutely know what to do next.

As expected, Josh belts out the line, “Waited on the thunder.” he always had a way of making the entire room laugh.

“When you just don't seem to have as much to lose.”

I prop open the back door to bring the trash out. A robust and crisp breeze envelopes me. It smells like it could snow.

“Strange how the night moves

With autumn closin' in”

I take a deep breath. The cold air is refreshing after a long night. After tossing the trash, I walk back inside to the sound of hysterical laughter. The three of them bent over in a fit of giggles as they all yelled the backing vocals.

“(Night moves) I remember, I remember, I remember, I remember.”

In the moment, I think to myself, If you can’t beat em, join em. I drape my arm over Josh’s shoulders as I shout with them. Giving him a double pat on his chest as we all laugh together.

“Alright, boys, let’s go home,” I tell them in my finest English accent.

I make my way over to the door, holding it open for them to file through. I took one last glance over to make sure we took care of everything.

“I remember, I remember,” I sing under my breath, flipping the lights off.

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Book 1 of the series; Sam x Willa (Fem OC)

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Loyalty Pt 5 (2/2)

(Recom)Na’vi!Miles Quaritch x (fem)Na’vi!Reader

Warnings: SLOW BURN, THIS IS AN EVENTUAL NSFT SERIES, ENEMIES TO LOVERS, capture, romance, reader is female

Warnings for this chapter: reposted this bc I found some errors and also the tags weren't working Finally, the second half of part 5!!! Bring tissues!!! Fluff, tension, angst, violence, animal death, things are finally boiling over!

Notes: Na’vi spoken in italics AND brackets now to clear up any confusion in this chapter.

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You awoke to the hint of sunrays ascending into a purple hue of morning dawn on the horizon. The corner of your lip upturned when the arm around your waist pulled you closer atop the chest you rested your head on, ear listening to the soft thumps of Miles’ heartbeat, your hand lazily set upon his sternum.

Sand shifted beneath your body when you stretched up to peek at the sturdy Marine who still kept his eyes shut, not wanting to move for a few more minutes. It had been a very late hour into the night after starwatching when the two of you laid down to get off your feet, only to slowly descend into sleep on the beach shoulder to shoulder.

“Miles…” you start, tone soft and hushed. “Miles, we…should go back…before anyone thinks we’ve run off.”

A hint of a smirk inched forward on the Recom’s cheek, finding a small bit of humor at your recall to what he had told you inside the floating mountains.

Getting up was hard as the sand was pillowy and warm, but brushing off the particles from your clothes was even worse seeing that your pants had a hole in it for your tail, allowing some of the granular substance to get into your ass crack. Maybe sleeping on the beach wasn’t so much a good idea let alone a romantic one.

The walk back to camp was quiet save for the sounds your feet made shuffling through the pale beach, sun entering the sky and casting itself onto the waking world around you. Not wanting to disturb anyone, you gently got onto your bedroll and stilled yourself, making it seem as if you never left. Miles did much the same in his cot. But there was an eye that peeked open and sneakily watched your elusive return, making the kid grin briefly before returning to his dreams.

You soared fast above the water’s edge. Sprinkles of water dusted your face as the large waves crashed into each other below. The sounds reverberated your soul, making the head of your Ikran tip up to glide higher away from the oceanic chaos. Soon the objective of this rough flight came into view: the SeaDragon. It was mighty in size and glared the bright light of the sun off its giant, metallic frame.

Flying in with Miles and Lyle, Sylway flapped hard and landed atop the helm of the SeaDragon. Your feet landed with a bang on the roof as did the other two large Recoms when they dismounted, just for them to hop down with audible thuds onto the deck where the captain stood with a long scowl. Being only seconds behind them, you were about to do the same until you halted when Miles rotated his weight and extended a hand, the light blue of his palm welcoming for you to take—and you did with a visible smirk. The Colonel’s hand firm as he helped you down. Then the captain let out his voice causing your ears to tip with annoyance since you knew a voice like that was attached only to the worst of insufferable douchebags.

“Are you the arsehole commandeering my ship?” Scoresby whined with a heavy accent.

That was Miles’ cue to saunter toward the captain, having an elbow arched from his fingers idly sliding to rest over his pistol.

With a fanged smirk, he admitted huskily, “That would be me.”

Your cheeks flared hot at the cool touch of his voice hijacking your senses. From this angle, your eyes feasted along the arm resting on the holster, studying the flexed muscles swollen under azure, striped skin. He knew what he was doing and it was unfair how he withheld himself last night, only sparing you a kiss to the fucking forehead, so you gladly drank up whatever you could find during these missions.

Not realizing the air passing over your mouth dried out the skin, you padded your tongue to wet them. But there were another pair of lips that weren’t exactly dry, instead quite the opposite.

Inside, Scoresby and Garvin introduced themselves as you stood near the scientist from the other side of the glowing table that showed a map of island locations.

“There’s probably fifty villages out there,” one had mentioned.

“Fifty—one hundred—we’ll search them all,” Miles countered.

“You can’t just come in here and take over my ship! I have quotas to meet!”

Your eyes that were fixed on the captain slowly trailed to the Colonel who leaned his body and lengthy arms on the holographic surface.

“I’ll be nice once, then I won’t,” he smiled with mock friendliness, ears folding back.

You heart skipped when he said that. He was ready, by any means necessary, to finish what he started. Then it dawned on you just how deep with was getting. War was here. Nothing could prepare you for the coming storm – the whole point of the Recombinants’ existence – and that made you anxious, and fearful. You hated how the RDA would waste life just to consume everything. Hated how Miles and every person that was rebirthed as Na’vi would perish eventually while Ardmore could care less.

Inwardly, you scoffed. Just cogs in the machine. Nothing more.

But maybe you could keep at least one of the Recoms alive.

You had to. Your heart begged of it.

You knew the RDA was ruthless, so you begged Eywa to prolong those brief moments when Spider laughed or to feel the hairlike touch that set your body on fire when Miles' pinky grazed yours amidst a crowd at a boring meeting. But stalling was not their forte. They would claw forward, burning the whole world down, to get what they wanted. You understood this, teeth grinding together as your heart wrenched witnessing village after village ravaged. Ardmore would have her scalp, no matter how much it pained you to see her loyal Recom at his worst.

The Metkayina were shoved onto their knees and threatened with voltage weapons swelling a knot into your throat too hard to swallow down. You understood that power too well.

Stood before you were Miles, Prager, and Lyle holding the chief and Tsahik hostage. The Colonel lifted up a portrait of Jake and demanded them to tell where to find him.

“These are sea people. Forest people don’t come here,” Spider earnestly explained.

Then the Tsahik regarded you desperately, “[Please, stop this madness! You need to leave!]”

“They don’t know anything!” Spider shouted.

Your heart was torn, unsettling your whole body while begging the villagers to help find your friend. But several of the Metkayina around you kept talking and yelling which made the Recoms and human soldiers angry and begin yelling themselves. Trying to keep up with the scrambled threads of conversations, you got onto your knees and focused on the Tsahik in desperation.

“[It doesn’t matter what you tell me, just give me a direction! Any direction!]” you spoke fast.

Mentally, your cussed yourself out for asking her to lie, but then quickly recalled that these people didn’t even have a word for lie. Her voice was swift as she told you that she didn’t know where Jake was, but you kept interrupting her in an attempt to get her to understand that she didn’t have to tell the truth – you only needed a random location to suffice. But being scrambled with your try at buying time, you didn’t notice that the Recoms were tired, especially Miles, who got increasingly irritated behind you. Then your blood ran cold when three bold words came from the Colonel.

“Shoot that animal!” he shouted, pointing at an Ilu.

Then a loud blast rang through your ears causing them to sting, whole body curling in from the sudden noise. Then the villagers cried and hollered watching the creature float dead in the water. You swiveled where you crouched and looked to the water, eyes rounding in shock, lungs deepening with hard breaths.

A few feet away, the kid made it clear his disgust. “What the hell are you doing???”

No… no, no, no!

You felt like a failure. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Your feet were faster than your thoughts as you stood and said very firmly, almost a hiss, “…Miles.”

“They don’t know anything! What you’re doing here is wrong!” Spider screamed. “Please!”

Then Lyle was pushing the end of his rifle into your backside, stinging your flesh as the barrel was still freshly hot.

“Choose your next words carefully,” he warned.

That was when you had enough.

“You’re not pressing the knife where it hurts—” you turn around and face the Corporal, image reflecting off his black shades, this time his gun at your ribs “—and next time you threaten me—” you glare through your brow with a hint of your sharp fangs glinting in the sunlight “—do it to my face.”

Then you took Spider, who you loved and raised, and trudged away from the chaos, Miles not even stopping you. You couldn’t cry, not in front of them. The deep rot in your chest returned and ate away the last lingering bit of hope you tried to salvage in this daily hellhole. Why did you even stay again? Oh, right, the thing around to your neck. You were trapped.

Had he felt nothing? Had those moments of touch and comfort mean anything, or was he just playing along to get a kick out of it. Did he get off knowing that if he wanted to take you, nothing could stop him. How could you resist? You wanted so badly for things to be better, despite the gaping hole manifesting itself in your heart having to watch countless communities destroyed.

Eclipse had fallen hours ago. The dock was quiet and lifeless from the Recoms and crew tucked away in the hull of the ship to catch some sleep. The air was still aside from the critters going about their business zipping through the air or the occasional scampering of something in the woods far off beyond the ship's pier. Despite the deep ache to run towards freedom as you looked at Sylway, who had perched herself for slumber, you hugged your knees from the sting in your eyes, a lone tear crawling down your cheek, tail furling. Ears then flicked to the oncoming sounds of a grunt and shuffling behind you. Part of you wished it was Spider, but you knew those footsteps with the heavy thuds atop the spacious roof of the ship’s bridge, only part of the ship that gave you some semblance of privacy, belonged to someone else.

"You found a good hiding spot," Miles' voice reached through the endless silence that had settled long ago.

Your stomach lurched as you tried to contain your emotions with tears begging to trample forward over the ravine. It was hard to look at him, heart jumping in response to his presence nearing to where you sat. He was so close yet it felt like he was far away where you could not reach him. You yearning to be at his side faded into sorrow. Mourning for what could have been if things were different. Mourning for what could still come to pass if you caved selfishly and said fuck it all.

“I couldn’t find you when we were debriefing. I could’ve used your input...”

You sneered, "Just your box of secrets to exploit whenever you please."

“Don’t make this difficult. We both knew this would have to happen to weed out Sully.”

Enough rage was flowing through your body that you hadn’t realized how quickly you stood up.

“Did you actually care!? Or would you have kept me collared all along like a good pet until you’d find the time to discard me and Spider when you were done with us!?”

Your words struck a chord in Miles causing his tempter to rise and piss out his mouth, like the jarhead he was, not thinking why he let the bitterness flow effortlessly as he spoke.

“You think I care about some kid!? We ain’t even the same species!”

Blood boiled and ran hot through your veins triggering a reflex you didn’t know you could possess. You swung your hand to slap him, but he caught your wrist midair, clasping it hard enough to leave a mark.

"Don't try me, woman!” he spat with venom. "I could have you down cold in a heartbeat!"

Yanking yourself from his vice, you laughed mechanically. It was unnatural and forced as you dwelled in the irony, the burn of your wrist still fresh as you rubbed the pain.

"You're right—" you meet Miles' stare with equal fierceness, tears wiggling along your vision "—you could take me right here, right now, in front of everyone—” your arms spread wide open “—and there'd be nothing I could do about it.”

Then you clutched the device on your neck and jingled it loudly in front the Colonel, pointing out the obvious truth to his statement. You were a dog. Nothing you did since Ardmore strapped this bloody thing on you has been free will. And it tore your guts up knowing you had still fallen for the Marine bastard anyway.

Miles’ eyes widened when it became clear what his words meant, aggravation causing his jaw to tighten when he grasped that he had been stupid and blind. Not once did he have to use the collar for his advantage. Not once. But it was still there waiting and smiling for him to indulge. Shoving a hand in his pocket, he brought out the device to your collar and hit a button.

Everything moved slower as you absorbed the clanking noise hitting the roof below.

Your raging temper rapidly smoothed itself into a calm stream of clarity.

Free.

You were free.

Fingertips with a featherlike touch, careful and unsure, hovered where the bulky collar should have been to then finally press along your exposed skin, breathing shallow and overwhelmed. It felt strange for your mind to process but your heart raced. Then your senses came to with the loud drumming of Miles’ steps. He hunched over and snatched the circular device.

“I don’t want your loyalty bought!” he shook the collar in your face before chunking it over the bridge, landing somewhere forgotten on the dock.

Within, your gut screamed at you to keep your feet still but you were at your breaking point. Lungs felt like they were filling up with something hot, like you’d float away if you didn’t get fresh air despite being outside. Your face displayed fear, yet something else was being calculated behind your look. Miles’ brow drew close as he put together what you might do next, silently pleading for you not to do it.

But you were off and skipping down the human stairways with great thumps as you sprinted to Sylway with only one instinct playing through your every fiber: run.

"Motherfu-" Miles whispered irately to himself while he bounced down and ran to Cupcake, taking off into the night sky after you.

Your heart raced, exhilarated by being in the air. It felt wrong to run, almost like a betrayal, but you wanted to flee for so long that you didn’t recognize yourself in this moment as running.

Miles then appeared beside Sylway, causing her to screech, Cupcake batting her wings harshly to keep up with your Ikran’s crazed flying as you desperately searched for anywhere to be safe.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!!!" you yelled across the loud thunder of wind passing your body.

But the Recom held firm, not knowing if he had lost his goddamn mind or kept up because he didn’t want you to hurt yourself as you flew like crazy over the giant waves roaring below.

You got excited when you noticed a giant fracture that split up the side of a mountain, banking hard to enter the fissure. Sylway passed under the thick vines that hug down the rocky opening, the walls of the tunnel humming as you made your way deeper into the cavernous heart.

Inside, bioluminescent spores and other huge fungi covered the long columns of the stones jutting up to the dark ceiling above. You hid behind one just in time as Miles flapped into the cave moments behind you. While the disturbed air stilled, glowing speckles from the plants floated down to cover you and Sylway.

Then a voice rang out to you in the darkness.

“(Y/N)!” Miles hollered.

“Please, I know today was—” he inhaled deeply “—not a clean search like the rest…it was fucked up.”

He felt awful for not being able to fit the right words together.

“I—” he halted again, cussing himself out.

How could he say sorry? He justified his actions because it was in his entire DNA, the only reason he’s alive, to hunt down Jake Sully. But was it worth it if it meant losing you? Something tugged low in his chest as he thought about how he was possibly talking to no one in these caves, that you had lost him – that he was alone.

With nothing left to lose, he exhaled just above a whisper, “Please come back to the ship.”

Please come back to me.

Your face twisted with sadness as you listened to his tired plea. Defeated and lost, you revealed yourself by Sylway’s flapping and readying for flight, the lustrous dust kicking off her wings.

When in the air and outside the mountain, your heart slowly began pulsing normally, so you landed on a beach and hopped from your Ikran, Miles not too far behind leaving his own mount. Your legs plodded through the sand without a destination in mind still feeling the need to get away.

"Now where're you going??"

"I don’t know!” you fling your arms in the air “—just away! Away from you! Away from everything!”

"I know you can't run away from the kid! He needs you!"

"Oh, and like you can't take care of him yourself!? You need mommy's help?"

"Quit acting stupid!"

Miles grabbed your elbow and roughly shoved you around, to which you pushed him away.

"LEAVE ME!" you screamed harshly to then whimpered, tears flooding your vision and dampening your cheeks. "What you’re doing—what you did to those people was wrong!”

"I DID IT TO PROTECT YOU!"

You were taken aback as he snapped, but he wasn’t angry, he was confessing.

“Jake Sully is my mission, but they put a fucking noose around your neck and a chip in the kid’s mask! I had—I can’t just do nothing!”

“But Ardmore doesn’t give a crap about you or the others! You’re just fodder to her!”

“Fucking Christ—” Miles turned and rubbed a hand over his face. He wanted Jake defeated. That was his whole purpose. He tried to alter his decisions subtlety when the General couldn’t see, but this war coming to a head was inevitable. Taking a deep breath, he returned to facing you.

"You can run away. I know you fucking hate me. But please come back, at least for the kid."

Your palms covered your nose and mouth, eyes wrinkling shut hard in an attempt to stop the flow of tears. Could he not see that he was being fooled? The RDA didn’t give a damn about anyone or anything.

This was too much. You faced your back to the Marine and gazed heavenward.

Why did Eywa put you here?

Then quietly on a shaky breath, you said, "I would've followed you into the fire if it meant keeping Spider safe... if it meant keeping you safe."

Miles perked at your hesitant voice, edging him to step closer.

"My loyalty… it was never bought—” you could feel his breath on your neck “—not for you.”

A pressure weighed against the back of your head when Miles’ crown gently leaned into your hair. No words needed exchanging.

You inched your body around until you were face to face with the Colonel.

Then you connected lips.

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