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httpsserene · 3 days

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Speaking of Mr. Daniel, we all know that he injured himself a while ago. How about the reader faking an orgasm because she doesn’t want to tire or injure him? Daniel frowns immediately upon noticing, but the nurse kicks you out because it’s past hours, and he's longing for the reader. He tries to grab the reader to come back but winces in pain, proving the reader's point. Your pleasure is extremely important to him so he’ll stop functioning if you said otherwise.

𝖍𝖙𝖙𝖕𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖊'𝖘 2𝕶 𝕾𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖑 | 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖊𝖑 𝕽𝖎𝖈𝖈𝖎𝖆𝖗𝖉𝖔 𝕰𝖉𝖎𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

𝐄𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐆𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐆𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩, 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬

Summary: When Daniel isn’t feeling well, it’s no hardship for her to take of him. Except this time, he broke his hand and is proceeding to be an absolute nightmare to take care of. They haven’t had sex since before the accident in Zandvoort because she’s afraid that somehow she’ll end up aggravating his injury. Daniel, however, has convinced himself that he only exists to bring her pleasure. So, she comes up with a plan to soothe his service dom tendencies. Enter, Operation Fake Orgasm. How hard can it be? Spoiler alert: she’s a terrible actress. Pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!black-coded!reader(her skintone isn't referenced but she has braids.) Content Warning: 18+ only. mdni. explicit sexual content. orgasm/delay denial. hurt/comfort. caretaking. servicedom!daniel. discussion of pain medication, injuries, and hospitals. dom/sub undertones. sub/shy!reader. praise kink mentioned. sensual beard shaving (it's hot). wet dreams. somnophilia. safe, sane, and consensual. oral sex (m and f receiving). vaginal sex. fake orgasm. mentioned multiple orgasms. Word Count: 3.6k words

Author's Notes: if the tags scare you, i promise it's not that bad!

secondly, thank you for the patience concerning the delay. my sister is doing a lot better now! she had an allergic reaction to pollen; she inhaled so much that her lungs freaked the fuck out on her, and i was in the hospital from 9am-9pm all day. finally got back home so i'm posting it, way late, but at least it's on the same day.

to make up for it, even though my lil sis was nearly taken out by the environment (i'm joking i love her i'm just being a big sister rn), i am releasing episode four on friday! and episode five on either tuesday or wednesday next week!

i hope you all like this episode xxx

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The sound of bedsheets ruffling contrasts with the monotonous beeps of the heart monitor filling the sterile hospital room; the noise is more than enough to have you snapping your head away from your phone to look at your boyfriend. Daniel’s awake and he meets your eyes with a soft groan. You coo at him softly, squeezing his hand gently as he reorients himself.

“What time ‘st?” Daniel croaks out. You cringe at the sound of his dry speech and quickly hand him the glass of water resting at his bedside.

“It’s getting late, baby,” you hum, not failing to notice the slight wince he does when his cast knocks against the bed rail, “I sent Michael back to the hotel not too long ago, around 7. Charles, Lando, Max, and Oscar came and kept me company while you were in surgery. Oscar, I think, was pretty shaken up still—to me, I could tell he felt a little guilty that you’re here with a broken hand and he’s as right rain—so, maybe when you’re more clear-headed you can reach out to him. Yuki and Michael were here the first time you woke up. Still, you were so high on your pain medication cocktail, that I think you were hearing colors and seeing sounds,” you break from your ramble, suddenly standing and reaching over the bed to press the call button, remembering the nurse told you to alert her as soon as he woke again.

“Yes?” Daniel offers, unsure of how to respond to the edge in your tone, “I’m feeling better by the way—.”

A hysterical giggle slips from your lips, and you can see the regret wash over his face when you meet his eyes with a crazed look, “Forgive me, for not asking how you were feeling right away Daniel. It’s almost like, my brain isn’t working properly because I’m fucking worried about you. Yeah? I watched you crash into the barriers, and I heard you in pain—I called everyone on your team to get updates and nobody answered! So, I got on the next flight to Zandvoort after Michael finally texted me with updates, with no luggage, just my phone and a change of clothes—so forgive me, for not checking in on you right away, after you didn’t call me once,” you blink rapidly and Daniel softens, clearly it was a terrible time to deflect with humor, he just hates to see you worry about him, that’s why he avoided calling. He’s usually the one taking care of you.

“A-are you feeling better, though?” you ask shakily, deflating quickly at the sight of his warm brown eyes, “You’re going to set off every metal detector for the foreseeable future.”

“It’s like a 6 out 10 on the pain scale—”

“That’s what I’m here for,” the nurse interrupts in accented English, smiling at the two of you briefly before she moves to Daniel’s side and catching him up on the outcome of the surgery and discussing pain medication.

“Visiting hours ended an hour ago,” the nurse speaks to you directly, “Did nobody come to escort you out?”

You shake your head in surprise, the time on your phone reads 9 PM—you have no recollection of time passing that quickly since Michael left. Gathering your few belongings, you lean down to kiss Daniel gently, “Be good for the doctors and nurses, Danny. I’ll be back in the morning, okay?”

“No, what—she can’t stay?” Daniel begs the nurse, and she frowns at him apologetically.

Ruffling his hair, you continue, “It’s not her fault—she’s just doing her job. And, we’re besties now,” Daniel stares at you confused, “She’s been coming to check up on me the entire time you decided to cosplay Sleeping Beauty so if you decide to be difficult overnight, she will not hesitate to snitch on you to me. Understand?”

Daniel swallows before nodding jerkily, “Can I have another kiss?”

It’s an easy ask for you to fulfill; but as your lips barely brush his, Daniel hisses out in pain. He tried to use his left hand to pull you closer to him, obviously aggravating the injury. You exclaim worriedly and he tries to pretend that the flare of pain wasn’t that severe. But, as the nurse reassures you that the pain meds will kick in and he’ll go right to sleep, you’ve already decided: that hand will never be in a situation that causes Daniel unnecessary pain again.

You tell Daniel that same sentence on the flight back to Monaco. He assumed that meant you’d force him to wear a sling or have it constantly cushioned and elevated (which you did anyway). However, he should’ve asked you to elaborate because he was completely blindsided to learn that you really meant all situations.

You may have gone overboard the first week. You’re well aware that his hand is the only broken thing on his body, but you pamper him as if he’s bedridden with the most severe flu seen in the last century. You cook and order him hearty meals, you have alarms set for when he needs to take his medication, you shower with him to make sure he doesn’t wet his cast—where nothing sexual happens, you killed the vibe the first time he insinuated shower sex in conversation, mentioning the statistics of shower-related deaths—you quickly fulfill all of his requests, even if it’s sitting through a movie you find tasteless; yet, you refuse to fulfill one: sex.

The doctor pulled you aside while Daniel was getting dressed to be discharged and told you to make sure he’s very careful with his arm, slow and controlled movements only, nothing abrupt.

And, if there’s one word to describe Daniel during sex, it would probably be abrupt.

He can’t keep his hands off of you when he’s uninjured. From your first time with Daniel, he showed and proved just how much your pleasure is important to him—he made sure that you understood that he lives and breathes to make you satisfied. But, you also know that he’d ignore his pain if it meant he was making you feel good; and, that’s not something you can risk, not with an injury that could affect his career if it doesn’t heal properly.

You’ve reiterated that to him multiple times when Daniel tries to deepen kisses, hoping you’ll forget about your stupid sex ban and let him make you feel good. He’s not used to going this long without making sure you’re sexually satisfied. You don’t even allow him to guide you through masturbation, because you know you won’t be satisfied with it even if you get off—it’ll only lead to you falling into his lap begging for more.

On the eighth day, you’re sitting in Daniel’s lap on the couch, rubbing ointment into the bruises left by the seatbelts of the car. You thought he was focused on watching the entire Dutch Grand Prix he missed out on, not thinking much of how he’s toying with the length of your braids with his uninjured hand.

You think nothing of the soft sighs, moans, and groans he’s letting out of his mouth as you lightly massage him. All of these noises are common reactions to a sensation that feels good. It sucks that they happen to sound very similar to the moans Daniel makes when he initially fucks into you. You’re just a girl with needs that Daniel never fails to take care of; you’re not used to this, for the same reason Daniel can’t understand why you won’t let him get you off.

Then, Daniel gasps out a soft ‘fuck’ that has no reason to be sounding that lustful and you start to squirm in his lap. You mindlessly continue to massage him, not exactly proud of the way you continue to strain your ears to hear his noises—and on one particular shift of your hips, you brush across his hard-on that wasn’t there a few minutes ago, and automatically fly off his lap.

In the frantic movement, Daniel tried to use both of his hands to keep you in his lap, irritating his broken hand. You flutter around him worriedly, your words a mix of chastising and displeasure. You don’t hesitate to say that this is exactly why the sex ban is in place (Daniel pleaded that it was a fluke, but you’re not eager to put that to the test).

Three days pass before Daniel deems you relaxed enough to have another attempt at seducing you into an orgasm or two. He approached you in the evening after you had watched him like a hawk as he took his pain medication. He wants you to shave his beard. It’s grown out some since he hasn’t shaved in a week or so. You’re not a professional beard shaver or anything, but you can imagine it’s difficult to shave your face with one hand. And of course, you’d jump at any opportunity to help out your boyfriend and allow him to relax and look pretty. After an unnecessarily long tutorial, Daniel pretends to have 100% faith in your skills and lets you take the first swipe across his cheek. You painstakingly use slow movements and light pressure, not forgetting to pull his skin tight with your other hand and clean the razor off with every stroke. You feel him tense underneath you as you ready to attempt shaving along his jawline.

Pulling back at the last second, you make to smack his shoulder before hesitating and pinching him instead (it’s his left arm, you don’t want to jostle his cast resting on the bathroom vanity), ignoring his yelp you nag him, “Well, don’t act like I’m about to gouge your throat out or anything! I can feel you freeze up underneath me—it’s not like I want to cut you. I already have to stare at your ugly face every day, I don’t want to make it worse.”

Daniel pretends to be offended at your attack and the two of you bicker back and forth before settling down. The fake roast session calmed Daniel enough that when you brought the razor to his jaw, he remained relaxed.

You smoothly shave the small area of skin and turn to clean the razor when Daniel speaks softly, “You’re so good,” a slight pause follows, “at this.”

The praise tingles down your spine and you think nothing of it. Except, it continues. With nearly every swipe along his jaw, he continues to murmur praise with lidded eyes and an alluring tone. Whispers along the lines of ‘good girl,’ ‘just like that,’ ‘you’re so sweet to me,’ and paired with his stare dancing across your face, you dread the moment you finish shaving him. As your razor ventures down his throat, the air grows thick with intimacy. It’s the result of your boyfriend trusting you to repeatedly brush a blade along his throat and your unfortunate kink for praise and acts of service. With the last brush of the razor, you gently set it down on the vanity, exchanging it for cloth you wet with hot water. Ringing it out thoroughly, you gently begin to wipe Daniel’s face avoiding eye contact. When you swipe around his lips, you get distracted by their flushed color, a result of when Daniel bit his lip to make the skin underneath taut for you to shave. His tongue slips out to wet them and you can’t help but smash your lips to his.

It feels euphoric. You’re kissing him frantically, moaning into his mouth without inhibition, and you can feel him laugh as he struggles to match your desperate pace. His hand squeezes at your waist, anchoring you yet furthering your desperation at the strong grip as you try to climb him like a tree, tugging at his hair, shirt, pants, anything you can reach. At this point, Daniel would’ve had a hand in your hair, tugging at your scalp sharply a couple of times to rein you in and move you to his rhythm. You’re a little lost at the missing sensation and you pull away to pout at Daniel like you always do when he spends too much time teasing you.

It takes one look at his blown pupils, smug smile, and heaving chest before it jogs your memory. You step backward quickly to put space between you guys, raising a hand when you see him open his mouth, knowing he’s only going to convince you to get naked for him.

“I’m going to bed,” you state with a pointed finger, “You, are going to get in the shower, with cold water, and think about what you did wrong. And! You will not wake me up for sex.”

Daniel’s face falls, and you can tell he expected you to break, “Wait—you don’t let me shower by myself, what if I fall?”

You turn and leave the room, “It would be divine intervention. Karma, for trying to get me to break my rule.”

Daniel doesn’t wake you when he slips into bed, but you lose the benefit of going to sleep early when you jolt awake before sunrise. Your mouth is dry and your panties are embarrassingly wet. You can’t recall a single detail of your dream. Still, your legs are trembling at whatever scenario your brain decided to torment you with.

Fuck it. Or fuck him, literally.

That makes sense. You’re going to ride Daniel, it’s the perfect position to make sure he doesn’t move his arm. You work him up beforehand so hopefully he won’t last as long; Daniel has unparalleled stamina usually, but with you constantly denying him for a while…he may wind up quicker. As soon as he cums, you’ll fake yours as well—because he’s only pleased if you're satisfied, otherwise he’ll attempt a round two. It’s that easy, right? You turn on your side and stare at Daniel, his face relaxed as he sleeps. Your synapses start firing as the plan comes to life. The two of you have discussed somnophilia, more on you as the receiving party. Daniel, of course, offered himself to you on a silver platter—any taste of you using him to get off? That’s always going to be a yes from him. So, yes. It is that easy.

You pull the duvet down to the edge of the bed and quietly shift to hover over Daniel’s thighs, never more thankful that he decided to wear only briefs to bed. And that he’s already half-hard; you’re extremely happy that the two of you don’t have a hand on how creative your dreams can get. He doesn’t shift when you pull his cock from underneath his briefs, carefully dragging them

down just enough to not be a bother. He stays under as you get him hard, it only takes a few strokes and some teasing along a vein on the underside. You rise slightly, sucking on two of your fingers before bringing them to rest along your entrance. It’s an annoying experience, you can’t remember the last time you had to stretch yourself out—Daniel’s spoiled you. The feeling of your fingers inside of you is underwhelming, the slight tinge of pleasure would be multiplied if it were him instead but; this is not for you. You are simply performing tonight.

You slide your fingers out and decide on getting Daniel as close to the edge as you can before he wakes up. You lean down to mouth at the head of his cock, knowing it’s incredibly sensitive and the sensation pushes him to the edge quicker than anything else. It can’t be more than a couple of strained minutes—your eyes and ears peeled to make sure you don’t miss any signs of Daniel starting to awaken. Thankfully, you feel him start to pulse along your tongue, a sure sign that he’s getting there.

You pull off, taking a second to breathe as you rest your head on his hip. With one last reassuring exhale, you move to straddle him, one hand underneath you to guide his length to your pussy. The second his head pops into you, you let out a pitiful whimper, eyelids fluttering shut, and your legs begin trembling again. Another realization hits you as you struggle to silently take all of Daniel.

You can’t recall a single time Daniel had forced you to be quiet. He’s always trying to make you scream his name. If he needs to hide your noises he muffles them with a hand over your mouth or his fingers in your mouth. Naturally, you use his tricks and do the same. With two of your fingers shoved in your mouth, you quiet your sounds as your ass meets your (somehow still) sleeping boyfriend's thighs. It feels like he’s in your throat; you know that no matter how long it takes you to make him cum, you’re going to be aching tomorrow. You begin to grind against him, whimpering softened around your digits. You slowly increase your rhythm up to a bounce, doing your best to squeeze around him—Daniel has mentioned before that he can’t resist cumming when you feel like you're trying to keep him inside of you and never let him pull out.

It must work because suddenly Daniel’s hips rock up into yours, and he’s awake with a singular breathy moan of, “Yes—oh, I thought I was still dreaming.”

You laugh airily, letting your spit-slicken fingers fall from your mouth and drop to press against your clit (you’re not actually, you’ve missed it by a mile but it’s all about convincing Daniel), avoiding meeting his eyes knowing Danny will assume it’s under the pretense of you being shy (once again, yes you are incredibly mortified, but you know he’ll be able to tell that you're faking this in a split second).

“H-how long,” Daniel moans out crackly, his abdomen contracting underneath you, “Have you been at this? ‘Gonna make me cum already.”

You nod frantically, moaning out loudly as if you’re on the edge as well. Daniel gets his feet planted and thrusts up into you forcefully enough that your moans turn real. Throwing your head back so he doesn’t see your face in case it gives you away, you continue to moan out exaggeratedly as you feel him cum inside you, pitching your voice and shuddering as if you released as well.

“What the fuck was that?” Daniel commands quietly.

You slump forward, sliding off his softening length and nuzzling into his neck to pretend like you didn’t hear him and to hide. He lets you avoid answering the first time he asks. He takes his good hand and fists his hand in the braids along the nape of your neck and tightens his grasp enough to get you to gasp.

“Mhm. When you cum, baby,” he starts softly, “That’s the quietest you ever get during sex. Usually, it’s because you choke on your breath, even though I remind you to breathe through it every time. You do this cute little thing where you try to slam your thighs shut around me, it doesn’t matter if it’s my hand, my head, or my hips, you try to crush me. It’s also one of the only times during sex when you make eye contact with me on your own, well depending on what position I have you in. I won’t repeat myself.”

You mumble into his chest fitfully before sitting up, “I didn’t want you to hurt your hand, okay? That’s all. During sex, you can never stop touching me and I was afraid that somehow you’d treat your hand a little too roughly and then, boom, you’ll never drive a Formula One car again—”

“Calm down, babe,” Daniel soothes you, bringing his right hand to massage your hip, “I think you’ve overdramatized my injury in your head a little bit. Firstly, I don’t even care if my hand suddenly fell off—genuinely, never deprive me of making you feel good. That hurts me more than my hand aches. Secondly, this entire time I didn’t even move my left hand off the bed. See?”

You look down at his hand and nod once. This entire time you enforced a needless sex ban when you could’ve been riding a high every day.

“Now, if you could be kind enough to let me restore my ego,” Daniel taps you on the ass so you rise to kneel over him, “C’mere and sit on my face.”

You hesitate, the thought of pretending to deny him crosses your mind, but you already shorted yourself of one orgasm tonight. That’s how you find yourself riding Daniel’s face, embarrassingly almost losing control of your legs at the first knock of his nose against your clit. Your boyfriend has mastered the skill of eating pussy and that’s why you feel no shame in just how quickly a few targeted thrusts of his tongue and the pressure of his nose have you shattering apart above him. And as Daniel said, you do choke on your breath as you climax, your legs tighten around his head as well—and you don’t have the strength to be humiliated at how he knows your body better than yourself.

Daniel guides you off his mouth and lays you down by his side only using the uninjured arm, and the care and strength behind that movement sends you shaking again through the aftershock and come down.

Daniel coaxes you onto your back and nudges your legs open to slide in between them. He trails the fingers of his right hand across your fluttering folds, before spreading you open with two fingers, enamored at the way your relaxed entrance winks at him.

“You can give me one or two more right? I think you need a reminder of how much I thrive off of making you feel good, pretty girl. Let’s see how many more I can get out of you before the sunrise.”

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mic'd up for aces v fever/ k.martin

kate martin x reader!

summary: you're mic'd up at the Aces game versus the Indiana Fever as your girlfriend plays her (and your) best friend.

!𝑨𝑩𝑩𝒀 𝑺𝑷𝑬𝑨𝑲𝑺¡

okay okay my first wbb fic on here (lol pls be nice)

also, this is my first ever y/n fic so...

Two days before the Aces were set to play the Fever, you were sent an email from the Aces media team. Kate had been sitting behind you as you opened it, laughing immediately at their request. They were practically begging you to be mic’d up at the game, courtside. They wanted you of course, due to your connection as a Hawkeye, deciding to come back for a fifth year instead of entering the draft as you were going for your masters. It also helped that their star rookie was your girlfriend.

It was an easy decision. You told them, yes, ignoring the teasing from your girlfriend as you did so. Honestly, it seemed like a great idea to you, getting to commentate on your girlfriend and your best friend as they went head to head for the first time as pros.

“Baby, you realize this is the perfect opportunity for me to embarrass the hell out of you and Cinamon?” Kate got quiet real fast after that threat.

🂡🂡🂡

The day of the game had arrived, and you decided to go with Kate to the lab, as it was a home game for the Aces. As soon as you arrived the team swarmed upon you, laughing and asking for you to add in specific commentary tonight during the game.

“No Syd I will not tell everyone you’re single and ready to mingle,” you playfully shove the older woman, laughing with everyone else as she starts to fake cry. “Go away you baby, I gotta go get mic’d.”

They all began to hype you up as the media crew came over with a little clip-on mic and pac. You listened intently as they walked you through how it would work tonight. You’d be seated right next to your coaches, and former coach Lisa Bluder, and would have the mic the whole game. You couldn’t be more excited as you knew this would give your girlfriend even more publicity and love from the media and fans.

You turned to her as she grabbed your hand.

“I’ll see you in a bit when we head over to Michalaub,” she leaned in, connecting your lips, leaving you wanting just a little bit more.

🂡🂡🂡

The media team had your mic on as you and Kate made your way into the arena for pre-game shoot-outs. The Fever was already there practicing and you giggled to yourself as you saw Caitlin stretching.

“Hey guys!” You turned to the cameras, “My name is y/n l/n, some of you may know me as number 26 for the Iowa Hawkeyes, and my favorite title, Kate Martin’s girlfriend!”

The entire team started laughing as you introduced yourself and you turned around to shush them. Cait couldn’t know you were mic’d up yet. It had to be a surprise.

“Anyways, I’m going to be mic’d up courtside tonight at the game versus the Fever. But for now, I have a reunion to get to.” You winked at the camera, spinning on your heel and cupping a hand to your mouth.

“Hey, Cinamon!” Her head whipped around from where she was standing with your girlfriend, the two of them having had their reunion.

“Tink?” Her eyes went wide with disbelief, she’d known you’d be at the game but had no idea you’d be at shoot around.

The pair of you collided, and she spun you around the same way Kate had done to her. Tears immediately pooled in your eyes at the contact. You and Caitlin had been friends for years, both of you meeting when you played for USA in 2018. You both committed to Iowa and roomed together Freshman year, she was the sister you’d always wanted, and it had been painful to be away from her.

“How are you?” You whispered, being mindful of the fact that you were mic’d up.

“I’m fine,” she smiled at you, repeating what she’d said to Kate, and you knew she’d also seen through the bs answer, but you let it go.

“I’m all mic’d up tonight,” you grinned, pointing at the mic on your shirt, “Kmart’s scared I’ll embarrass her.”

“Hey, I never said that!” Kate butted into the conversation, “She’s lying CC.”

“You calling me a liar right now?” You raised an eyebrow, eyes glancing down at the mic on your chest.

Kate folded immediately, “No Baby, I would never.”

You and Caitlin look at each other before bursting out into laughter. Some things never change.

🂡🂡🂡

“Hello, Las Vegas!” You had a cameraman pointed at you from next to one of the hoops, the media crew had told you they had a few different angles on you, all connected to your mic. “I’m here with some of my favorite women!”

You wrapped an arm around your former head coach as she laughed, wrapping her own arm around your shoulders.

“Hey Tink,” she pressed a kiss to the side of your head. She’d been the one to give you your on-court nickname. It started as ‘Tinkerbell’ because you would flit around the court like you were flying while playing defense, and the team eventually just shortened it to ‘Tink’.

“Hey, coach! You excited for tonight?” You pulled on your shirt so she could talk into the mic.

“Very excited, it’s going to be weird not yelling at Kate and Caitlin, but I guess I’ll manage.” You and Coach Jan erupted into laughter, and so did Coach Hammon who was listening in with a smirk.

“I’m also joined by my new head coach!” You positioned your body to face Jan, grinning at her.

“You excited to see our girls play?”

“Of course I am! I’ve got my phone ready to take all the behind-the-scenes pictures and videos.”

“Me too!” You grin, “I can’t wait to hit Caitlin and Katie with the evil 0.5s.”

You hear the whistle blow, and watch everyone come out onto the floor.

“There’s Cinamon!” Your eyes find Caitlin and she sends you a grin. “Look at her, my sister from another mister.”

You watch as the Aces get possession of the ball, eyes following Caitlin as she defends Kelsey. Moving down the court you can’t help but laugh as you watch Jackie attempting to guard her.

“Jackie’s in for a challenge, CC is hard as hell- oh shit- wait fuck- no sorry, am I allowed to swear? Whatever, Cait’s hard to guard. She’s knocked me on my ass -sorry- a few too many times.”

“Let’s go!” You stand up as Jackie drains the three, smirking at Cait as she runs past you.

“Cait that's not your basket.” You laugh as she shoots after Kelsey gets a foul.

Cait turns the ball over and you share a look with Coach Bluder, this has been a problem since you were Freshmen. Caitlin just sees the game differently and is six steps ahead of everyone else. It was you and Kate who were able to keep up with her pace, which is what made you so unstoppable on the court. It would take time for the Fever to match what she was putting down.

“Come on Cait, shake it off.” You watch as she misses a three, shaking your head, “she's gonna be pissed about that.”

Your eyes flit away from the game and onto the figure of your girlfriend as she sits on the bench, eyes fixed on Caitlin and the game.

“Kmoney is locked in everyone, she’s got her serious face on.”

Caitlin fouls and you let out an audible “oh shit” before apologizing into your mic again.

“Cait never loses the ball like that- oh she got it back!”

Your eyes flick between the bench and the court, waiting for the moment Kate takes off her warmups.

“A’ja’s going to have a nasty bruise from that.” You watch her get popped in the face, the entire crowd going crazy over it.

“Guys I’m just sitting here waiting for my girlfriend to go in,” you smile at one of the cameras pointed at you, before pointing at the jersey you’re wearing with Kate’s number on it.

“I'm repping 20 for a reason. Ooo that sounds like the Sabrina Carpenter song ‘Pushing 20’,” you start humming the song. “Kate when you watch this, that should be your theme song.”

“LET’S GO!” You jump up from your seat as Caitlin drains her first three of the night, holding up three fingers at her. “That’s my best friend!” You side-eye your girlfriend who’s looking at you with a raised eyebrow “Sorry Katie. You’re still number one in my heart.”

“Okay CC’s on the bench guys, geez she looks wiped already, girl needs some sleep.”

“Okay, Megan’s getting ready to check in, a win for the Hawkeyes tonight.” You high-five her as she passes you. “Guys I never played with Megan, but she was a legend when CC and I came in as Rookies.”

Your girlfriend comes running towards you, “Yes Baby!” You catch her warmup shirt that she tosses aside slapping her ass as she passes.

“My girl is so fine,” you’ve completely forgotten your coaches are sitting next to you until Julie reaches over.

“Hey, that’s still my niece Tink!”

“Sorry, Julie!” Caitlin also gets up to check in, squatting down right next to Kate. You watch them exchange smirks, knowing they’ll be guarding each other. “Here we go, Coach!”

You nudge Coach Bluder who looks a bit teary-eyed herself.

“Shit Kelsey,” you catch the ball that bounces out of bounds keeping KP from falling on you.

“Sorry y/n,” she grins before locking back into the game.

The buzzer goes and you stand up as Kate and Caitlin check into the game together, “That’s my girl!”

“Guys I might start crying and that’s embarrassing.” You say as you sit back down, eyes filling up with tears. “It’s weird seeing them in different colors, and sitting on the side instead of being on the floor with them.”

“Sorry guys you might have to cut this,” you stifle a small sob as you watch them defend each other. It was one thing talking about it, and making jokes, but seeing it happen, and not playing yourself was a whole other thing that had your throat tightening.

“I’m filming!” Jan says, making you let out a choked laugh. You push back the tears, telling yourself to be happy that they’re both living out their dreams.

You pull out your phone, taking a few photos and videos of your girl and her best friend as they guard each other for the first time outside of carver-hawkeye.

They’re both trying to play it cool, but the smile on their faces as they sprint down the court towards you tells a different story.

“CC and Kmart together again.” You point to Cait who points back giving you a grin.

“All that’s missing is their Tink.” Coach Bluder says, patting your knee.

“Look at my girl go!” You grin, pointing at Kate who grabbed the ball in the turnover, making her way down the court.

“How is that not Aces Ball!?” You’re just as pissed as your girlfriend, who’s gotten good at challenging ref’s over the years. “She’s going to complain about that to me later guys,” you whisper into the mic.

“Okay guys, the first quarter is over. We had our on-court reunion with my favorite Hawkeyes. How are we feeling, because I’m emotional.” You’re having a one-sided conversation with yourself as Coach Bluder gets up to go sit with the commentators for the second quarter.

“Guys she’s starting in the second quarter! My girl is a pro now!”

“I’m never letting that go CC,” you say as you watch her basically throw the ball out of bounds.

“Look at her, I’m literally the luckiest girl in the world.”

“Cait just missed that three and it landed in Katie’s hands, once upon a time that would have ended up as an assist.”

Your eyes widen as you watch Kate go down, her knee at a weird angle, your heart in your throat. “That better not be a bad fall.” You say to Jan, “Thank God.” You mutter as she gets up, sprinting down the court.

“Oh shit, that looked like it hurt,” all respect for your language went out the window the moment Kate fell. You were fired up, the worry for your girlfriend at the max. Even as you watched Cait get smacked in the eye.

“Cinamon shoots two.” She drains the first, “nice CC,” drains the second, “easy money.”

“Good job Baby,” Kate smiles at you, hand grazing your leg as she walks back to the bench.

“Syd babes that was a flop.” You laugh watching her go down.

“Get some Money!” Kate runs past you again to check-in. “Katie in, CC out.”

“Shit Kate!” Your hand flys to your mouth as you watch her ankle go, and the limp-hop she does after. “That is not good guys. She shook it off pretty good, but I can tell when my girl is in pain.”

Kate goes down again, and you can’t help but clench your teeth as you hear the skid of her thigh on the court. “Come on baby, shake it off.” She gets up slower this time, you can tell it’s wearing on her, but she's pushing through.

“Yes, Money Martin with the assist!”

“Jesus Christ, is it throw y/n’s girlfriend to the ground day or something?” Kate goes down yet again, this time a foul is called, thankfully. A’ja runs to pull her up and you grin, “Look at A’ja helping my girl out like the good vet she is.”

You turn your head to look over at Caitlin who has her face buried in her towel, only her eyes showing, and you know it’s her way of keeping her eyes on the game without revealing anything. But you can see worry in the crease between her eyebrows, you’re both not liking the ground time Kate’s been getting.

Kate walks past you as she comes in for the time-out. She sends you a nod, letting you know she’s okay.

“Okay guys, sorry for the lack of comments, it’s been a bit tense here. Gotta make sure my girl is fine before I can be commentating.”

“You would make a terrible sports commentator,” Coach Bluder says, laughing at the put-out look on your face.

“Cooked by Bluder, everyone!” You hold your hand to your chest in mock hurt, “demolished by my coach. But alas, she’s right. I’d just be too busy talking about my girlfriend to be a good commentator.”

Coach leans closer to you, “She’s censoring herself for you guys, these are tame compared to the comments she drops during Hawkeye practices and games.”

“Okay, enough mic time for you coach!”

“Look at her go bringing the ball up! My little pro.” You practically have heart eyes, and for the first time, you see yourself projected on the jumbotron.

“Oh okay, I see how it is,” You grin, finding the camera that’s projecting you, winking pointing to your jersey, then the court where Kate is.

The crowd goes insane, causing some of the players to look up, earning a laugh from Caitlin and a wink from Kate.

“I’m more popular than both of them combined.”

Kate comes back to the bench again and you squeeze her hand as she passes. She sends you a smile, finding her seat next to Megan again, both of you locking back into the game.

“Let's go! Halftime baby!” You stand from your seat. “See you guys after the break!”

🂡🂡🂡

“Okay everyone I’m back! Let's go! I have a feeling we’ll be getting some money this quarter.”

You turn to look at the empty seats around you. “Well, you may notice I am now awkwardly here alone. Coach Bluder and Coach Jenson are off socializing, so I’m left to man the fort.”

“I can’t believe they called that a foul,” you mutter, as Coach Hammon goes to challenge the foul a second time.

“My lover is back in the game, you guys.” You watch as Smith misses both foul shots.

“That was a waste of a foul.”

“MONEY!” You shout, jumping to your feet as Kate scores her first points of the day, draining a three with ease. “That’s my fucking girl! Let’s fucking go! We are so back!”

Kate points to you as she runs down the court, making a heart with her hands as you hold up three fingers.

“Get her babe!” Kate’s on Caitlin again, and your bias towards your girlfriend begins to show as she plays solid defense.

After A’ja’s fouled you can see Caitlin talking to the ref about Kate, you can’t make out what they’re saying, but it’s got Kate smirking.

“They’re talking mad shit to each other, I just know it,” you whisper into the mic. “I wonder how personal those insults are getting.”

“Baby’s gone beast mode,” you say as you watch Kate celebrating A’ja’s shot.

“Look at her cheesin’ isn’t she the cutest.” You watch Kate grin at whatever Caitlin says to her.

“Kmoney for the block!” You yell, “a fucking beast!”

You stand as she goes for the three, but it rims and falls out of the basket, “shake it off, baby! Plenty more buckets to make!”

“Quarter three is over guys, and my beautiful girlfriend has been burning up the court!”

“That’s my fucking girlfriend!” You stand throwing up three fingers as Kate drains her second three of the night. “Redemption baby!”

She points at you as she runs back down the court.

“Kmart is on fire right now guys!”

“That’s a fucking foul! Yeah, call that shit! It’s in Let’s fucking go!” You’re on your feet, ignoring the laughs from your coaches at your yelling, you’re saying everything you can’t say when you’re on the bench.

“My girl is the goat guys. She’s on fucking fire.”

Kate's eyes find yours, grinning when she sees you standing, clapping for her, a triumphant smile on your face.

“Drained it!” You watch her make the foul shot, clapping your hands together as you finally sit back down. The jumbotron is split between the two of you, one half showing you’re over the top reaction and the other replaying her basket.

Caitlin stands in front of you as she checks back into the game. “Let’s go CC,” you can’t see her face, but you can sense her little smirk.

“Y’all see the bruises on that girl’s arms? Geez, maybe I need to send her some arm guards for real.” Coach Bluder bursts out into laughter at that.

“Katie’s back on the bench guys, so my commentary will be limited as I will now spend this time admiring her.” Your coaches snort, as they know this is a very common occurrence for you. But you ignore them, eyes finding the tired ones of your girlfriend.

‘you okay?’ you mouth, looking at her intently.

She nods, ‘I’m good, love you.’

‘I love you too.’

Your eyes move back to the court, finding Caitlin’s very tired-looking figure. Her hands are on her knees and you just know she's done for the night. She spends more time in the game than on the bench, and it’s wearing on her. WNBA is way more physical and demanding compared to the NCAA, and Caitlin is getting the short end of the stick.

You pull out your phone, pulling up her contact.

‘cinnamon, if i don’t receive photo evidence of you resting over the next few days. i’ll fly to indiana and sit next to your bed while you sleep.’

You hit send, knowing she won’t see it until after the game, and that you could tell her in person, but this way she knows you were thinking about it during the game itself.

“CC is 100% done for the night guys, she’s tired.” You say as you watch her check out of the game and head to the bench.

“But my girl is back in playing the last few minutes of the game!”

The quarter moves on and your eyes intently follow Kate as she runs up and down the court. But you’re silent as you observe, too entranced with Kate to remember your mic’d. That is until she’s fouled again.

Your breath catches in your throat as you watch her knee go at a dangerous angle yet again as she goes for the three.

“You’re literally kidding!? Yeah, that’s another fucking whistle!” You watch her take a few stumbling steps before regaining her footing. “You got this Katie.”

“Three foul shots, if she makes just one, guys, she’ll go double digits for this game!”

“Get in there… YES!” You grin, clapping your hands together as you will the ball to go in.

“And she hits the second, that’s my fucking girlfriend!” You can hear A’ja laughing at you from the bench and you send her a look, getting a grin back in response.

“All three! Twelve points tonight for my girl!”

“And Aces win!” You jump up from your chair as the buzzer sounds. Your arms wrap around Coach Jensen as she stands up as well, both of you laughing with joy for Kate. You pull away, your eyes finding Caitlin on the floor, sending her a smile, asking with your gaze if she's okay. She nods at you, knowing you want to spend the next few minutes with Kate.

‘See you later?’ you mouth and she nods again.

“Kate was on fire tonight!” Jan exclaims, “Twelve points is incredible for her!”

“She was amazing,” you say as you see her heading back from the commentator stand. She jogs over to where you guys are, launching herself into your arms.

“Hi baby,” she says into your neck, hands around your waist.

“Hi lovebug,” you tighten your arms around her neck, “you played so well tonight.”

“Mmm,” she mutters, nose still pressed against your throat. “I need you at all my games now.”

“Every game this summer till training camp for Iowa, baby.” She pulls back, finally pressing her lips to yours, not a care in the world for whoever is around.

She pulls back, glancing down at the mic still attached to your shirt. “Alright guys, I hope you had fun listening to my amazing girlfriend’s commentary, but now I want her all to myself.”

Kate plucks the mic from your shirt, handing it off to one of her coaches before taking your hand and leading you towards the rest of your little ‘party’.

🂡🂡🂡

After the game, you meet up with Caitlin, pulling her into your arms, knowing how she beats herself up after a loss. She melts into your arms as if you’re sixteen again and living without a care in the world.

“You played good tonight cinnamon, don’t beat yourself up. You’re drained from your game in LA.”

“I know,” she mumbles, “it still sucks.”

You rub her shoulders, sending Kate a reassuring smile at the look of concern on her face. “It’ll get better CC, you just can’t let yourself burn out. You gotta take care of yourself.”

“I’m trying Tink. It’s hard. But I’m trying.”

“Call me whenever you get down, okay?” You pull back, looking her in the eyes. “I’m here for you, Katie’s here for you. We want you to be happy and enjoy yourself. So talk to us okay?”

“Okay.” She smiles, a mischievous look crossing her face, and you know what’s coming because you saw her do it to Kate and yelled at her for it.

“Don’t you fucking dare Clark!”

“Too late,” she smirks, hand connecting with your ass. You yelp shoving her away.

“Hey, woah woah, hands off Clark.” Kate pulls you into her arms, making sure you don’t step on her, as she’s not wearing shoes, again.

Cait puts her hands up, grinning. “Sorry Cap.” Kate makes a face, hand going down to wrap around your waist, keeping you at her side and away from Caitlin’s ass slaps.

The three of you were back together again, and you knew, somehow everything would be okay.

#kate martin x reader #kate martin x y/n #kate martin #wlw post #lgbtq #pride month #caitlin clark #lv aces #indiana fever #iowa wbb #wbb #fanfiction

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terras-domain · 3 days

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Who can't afford to pay the delivery driver extra and offers to "take their tip" as a tip?

Culture Shock

Miyawaki Sakura

California, USA

Le Sserafim just finished their second performance for Coachella. Whether it was loved or hated, the girls could only pat on their backs for their performance. A good night rest helps the girls sleep through the thoughts of their whole trip to a foreign country (barring Yunjin). The next day arises, and most of the girls are still sound asleep, but only Sakura was awake, maybe being the mom of the group really awakened her mom abilities to be up early and get a cup of coffee to start the day. Sitting by the kitchen counter, slurping her cup of black coffee as she scrolls through her Instagram, yet the negative comments starts to overwhelm her, making her hands slowly lose grip on her mug. Thankfully she managed to put it down safely before she drops it on the floor, that'll definitely be a mess. Before she closed the app, a post caught her eye. A post compiling a pictures of a bundle at a Target somewhere near California. Excited, she quickly googled the area, and lucky for her it's only 20 minutes away! "Oh, that's not too bad! I could get a taxi to get there." She monologued, but her mind shifted to the other members. Will they be fine without her? Eeeeh, they probably will, she thought. She got up to her room and quickly got herself changed, while her phone still rests on her palm, texting without looking. "I'm off to go shopping for a bit. Be good whilst I'm away okie~ 💜" and sent. She got herself ready, fully changed from her PJs and now in a presentable manner, ready to move out.

Kkura had to recap on how to book an Uber ride, because usually Yunjin does it and she barely focuses what the members do sometimes, so it took her a good minute to get to it. "Oh, that's pretty easy." She smiled, celebrating her victorious achievement by humming to Easy, reminiscing her wonderful time on the big stage. She wanted to scroll on her phone to kill time, but she remembered how crazy her social media feed at the moment so she decides to just fidget around, moving back and forth to look at the cool breezy morning, blowing her hair back as she enjoys the mixture of greenery and concrete. She must've spaced out too much since she didn't realized the Uber driver was already there. "Ahem, miss? Are you, Miyawaki?" A strong Californian accent jolted into Sakura's mind, popping the bubbles of her own world which made her realized she's been daydreaming and spacing out in to the view. "Oh! I'm sorry! Yes yes I'm Miyawaki." Kkura bowed repeatedly as she enters the backseat of the car, covering her face with her palms from the embarrassment. "So....Target right, Miss Miyawaki?" He asked, the taxi driver looking through his back mirror to see the flustered Japanese lady, her pale skin turning red from shame. Sakura only replied with a nod, which was enough for him to shift his gear from neutral back to drive to take her to her destination.

Judging by the way the driver wasn't fazed by the fact a singer that performed in Coachella yesterday made Sakura deduced that he doesn't know her. Cool, less talking needed for her. It's early in the morning anyways, so she couldn't gather enough social energy to be making conversations this early. The 40-ish year old driver seems like he knew the road in the back of his head, taking turns to maneuver the busy city life traffic. It was surprisingly short, a ride that was expected to be 40 minutes long due to traffic turned to a 20-minute leisure drive with the cab driver's help. "Thank you sir, how much did I owe you again?" Kkura asked, taking out her purse from her small handbag. "It's...30 bucks miss." He replied, looking at the meter counter, to calculate how much the lady needs to pay him. "Would you also like to lend a tip?"

"A tip?" Sakura was shocked, nearly jumped from shock from hearing the driver's request. The moment she heard the word tip, her mind immediately shifted to the night where she and Yunjin were sharing a room. Yunjin booted up porn on her laptop for them both to watch while touching each other. The scene included the woman sucking off the man's "tip", which made Kkura assume that's what the driver is requesting. Nervous, Sakura gave a reply, "I-I mean I would. But isn't it a bit too cramped here to be giving you a tip?" Her reply made the cab driver just as confused. "Huh? What do you mean, ma'am?" His confusion intimidated Sakura, making her heart beat faster. "O-oh, we can do it at the backseat of course! I forgot here it has more space."

The Uber driver got himself to the backseat to the backseat after parking his car. He was just trying to get some answers to the lady's answers to him asking for a tip. And this, was not what he expected. The moment he got in, Sakura helped him to sit up on the seat while she adjusted the front seat forward so there's space for her to kneel down. "Wa-wait, ma'am-" he paused as he stares at the japanese doing her thing, taking down his pants and revealing his cock. "I thought you wanted me to give you a tip?" She asked, looking up. Her eyes sprinkles innocence, that convinced the driver to understand that Sakura genuinely believes this is what he wanted. He meant money, but this works too. "W-well Miss Miyawaki, please give it to me." Sakura enjoyed the words that the man gave her, as her mouth starts to envelope his cock, beginning to suck on his growing shaft. The sight of a beauty like Sakura sucking him off made the driver extremely turned on, his cock growing bigger fast, he was ecstatic to see it. Sakura was into it, her lips wrapping around his size whilst her tongue worked his tip. The sensation was too good to hold on. "M-miss, I wa-wanna cum!" He grunted, warning Sakura who's running an assault on his cock. Sakura continues to bob her head back and forth on his cock, until eventually she takes it all inside her throat, taking it to the base as he came deep inside her throat, filling up the sweet japanese singer with cum.

Sakura's inviting lips traps his cock, not letting him free as he starts shooting cum, rope after rope of cum shooting in her mouth, reaching the back of her throat. "Fuuck...Miss. Your mouth game really surprised me." The driver panted, leaning to his seat as Kkura starts to clean her lips, licking the residue of semen and swallow. Sakura grinned as she grabs her stuff, and starts to leave the car. "It was nice meeting you mister, hope you enjoy your tip!" She waved goodbye as her hips sway, spending her day and money joyfully at the mall. Well now the US isn't as scary as she thought, heck she might've enjoyed it too much.

#kpop nsft #kpop smut #female idol smut #sakura smut #idol x reader

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wineauntie · 2 days

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Evie meet devils and got all shy when she meet Nico because she got a little crush on him because he is Soo sweet and nice

MEET THE TEAM — jack and luke hughes x niece!reader

family is family au

Five year old Evie clutched Jack's hand tightly as they walked through the corridors of the Prudential Center. Her big eyes were wide with excitement, her feet bouncing across the concrete flooring. She’d been looking forward to this day for weeks, ever since Jack had told her she’d get to meet his team when you and Quinn had brought her to New Jersey to visit.

Luke walked just ahead of them, playfully swinging his bag, keeping an eye out for any one from the team.

“You’re gonna like everyone, Evie,” Jack looked down at the little girl and shot her a reassuring smile. “And they’re going to like you.”

Evie’s cheeks heated as she bobbed her head, a sudden nervousness flooding her small self.

As they entered the locker room, the loud noise of players getting ready for practice filled the air. The smell of fresh ice and sweat wasn’t new to Evie, but it was still slightly unpleasant and caused her nose to wrinkle.

“Hey guys!” Jack called out, his voice cheerful. “Me and Luke brought someone to meet you!”

Heads turned and smiles appeared on the players’ faces as they saw the tiny girl peeking out from behind Jack’s legs. The two brothers had forewarned them the day before that their niece wanted to meet the team during practice, and they were all on board.

Luke came up beside an anxious Evie, crouching down to her level.

“Evie, this is Dougie, and that’s Jesper,” Luke spoke quietly, pointing to each player. “And over there is Timo and Ondrej.”

Each player gave her a wave or a friendly nod, making her feel more at ease as Luke continued. Evie’s tight grip on Jack’s hand loosened just a bit as he sent her another reassuring smile.

“Hi, Evie!” Dougie greeted warmly. “Nice to meet you!”

“Hi,” Evie whispered shyly, her voice barely audible. A huff of chuckles rang through the room at the small sound, many of the men tilting their heads with a smile.

Then, from the corner of the room, a voice called out.

“Is this the famous Evie I’ve heard so much about?”

Evie looked up at the man approaching with a friendly grin across his face. He seemed to glow with friendliness, Evie found herself taking a tiny step back, suddenly feeling very small and very shy.

“Hi, Evie. I’m Nico,” Nico introduced himself, kneeling down in front of her, his kind eyes trained on her. “It’s really nice to meet you.”

The heat in Evie’s face rose significantly and she opted to hide her face in Jack’s leg.

“She’s a little shy, but she’s been really excited to meet you and the guys,” Jack chuckled and bent down to ruffle her hair.

Nico’s smile widened, and he held out his hand. “It’s okay, Evie. We can be friends, I promise I’m not scary.” His gentle voice caused her to peek out from behind Jack’s leg. She looked at Jack and Luke before taking a deep breath, gathering all her courage, and reached out to shake his hand.

“H-hi, Nico,” she managed to say, her trembling hand engulfed in his. Nico’s hand was warm, and his smile never wavered.

“There you go! See, that wasn’t so bad,” he praised encouragingly. “You’re pretty brave, you know that?” Evie’s shy smile grew a little, and she nodded.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her head ducking bashfully.

Jack and Luke exchanged a pleased glance, proud of their niece. Evie watched as Nico stood up, still smiling down at the girl.

“How about a tour of the rink? I bet Jack and Luke can show you some cool tricks.”

Evie’s eyes immediately lit up at the idea.

“Yes, please!” she grinned, her shyness, slowly but surely, starting to melt away.

As they headed towards the rink, Jack and Luke, both noticed how Evie had tended to stay close to Nico, chatting away happily to their Captain.

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The Night Nurse (Part 1)

Request:

Pairing: Loki x female reader (Y/N)

Summary: You are the newly appointed night nurse for SHIELD and you couldn't be less excited about it. You have been given the side task of finding out who is stealing supplies from the infirmary. Soon after you start, you learn Loki is the one who has been slipping in at night to patch up his wounds and you confront him about why he can't heal as quickly as Thor. He reveals a dangerous secret he is keeping from the team and you worry increasingly for his safety as the two of you become closer over the next few weeks.

Warning: You asked for angst so I shall give you angst lol but also... some mentions of blood, minor injuries needing stitches, Loki generally feeling alone and isolated, arguing between you and Loki, very brief mentions of Loki's torture, Loki being an ass in the beginning, swearing, a pretty major injury towards the end but no one dies... a romantic ending was requested so of course there will be fluff and cuteness and whatnot it just won't be in part 1 (sorry)

A/N: I really really hope you like this @glitterylokislut! It accidentally got super long and I just went with it so I hope that's okay. Thank you so so so much for sending this request! I love it 💚

You have been given your new assignment by Director Fury and Dr. Palmer and to say you are less than thrilled about it is as understatement. You are officially the first and only night nurse for SHIELD, stationed in the Avenger's Tower. Unfortunately for you, Fury and Dr. Palmer thought you were perfect for the job and it was made clear that there was no room for you to turn down the transfer.

You were doing inventory a few days ago and noticed several discrepancies which you immediately brought to your supervisors attention. The decision had been made to staff the infirmary at all hours and since you discovered the issue, you were tasked with finding out who was stealing the supplies.

So here you are for the sixth night in a row and nothing... not a single patient, thief or otherwise to keep you occupied. Not that you are honestly sure what Fury expected you to do if you caught someone stealing. You aren't an agent and whoever it is has to work for SHIELD since no one else could even access this floor. Very few agents lived full time at the Tower and the ones who are here at night are working. This really only left the members of the Avengers but you can't understand why any of them steal bandages and gauze, it just doesn't make sense.

What is more concerning for you than the specific items being stolen is that whoever it is has been able to avoid the security system. While the infirmary itself has no internal cameras, the cameras in the hall leading to the elevators are all in perfect working order. Fury had the tech support team check and recheck the security system but they couldn't find any glitches or issues. No one had been seen entering or exiting the infirmary on the nights when the inventory went missing.

Maybe the Tower has a ghost, you think to yourself as you finish the inventory checklist yet again. You double check your count and note that nothing is missing. Tossing the clipboard onto your desk, you pull your book out of the top drawer and settle in for what you assume will be another long, uneventful night.

About five minutes later, you hear something coming from the main section of the infirmary and get up from your seat. Holy crap! There's actually a thief, you think as you leave your office quickly.

You stop short when you see Loki rummaging through one of the metal cabinets, one that you know you had locked only minutes ago. "What are you doing?" you ask him. How the hell did he get in here? you wonder. You hadn't heard the door open.

The tall prince looks up a bit startled by your sudden appearance but he doesn't respond.

"I'm not allowed to let you take supplies," you tell him, trying to keep your voice from shaking. You hadn't been prepared to confront a god, you had hoped it was some young agent who didn't know the rules or an older one who was too cheap to buy band-aids.

He curses under his breath in what you assume is Asgardian and slams the cabinet closed. He glares at you and turns to leave.

"Wait, do you need help?" you ask noticing the items in his hand are for stitching a wound and there is a hastily wrapped bandage on his left forearm.

"No," he answers in a harsh tone.

You put your hand on your hips and say, "You can let me help you or you can leave. If you leave, you can't take the supplies. I'll have to report this as theft of SHIELD property to Director Fury."

"Fine," he grumbles and walks towards you slowly. You point him towards an exam table and roll over a stool then you take the items he gathered, setting them out on a tray next to you. He watches you intently while you work, you aren't sure if he is trying to make you uncomfortable but it is clear he doesn't trust you.

How the hell did he cut himself like this? you ask yourself as you open all the tools you will need. And what is he doing here anyways? He has accelerated healing, the same as his brother. He shouldn't be bleeding this-

"Thor is not my brother," he corrects you. "And the manner in which I was injured is none of your concern, mortal."

You sit back and look at him angrily, "Get out of my mind. You know you aren't allowed to use your telepathy on SHIELD employees." He shrugs at your outburst but sits quietly while you finish closing his wound.

"Done," you say when you add a bandage over the closure. You snap off your gloves and push your stool away from him. You can't imagine he will thank you for your assistance so you add, "You're welcome, now get out. I have to clean up."

You turn away to pick something up and suddenly feel as if you are alone. When you look back towards the exam table, he is gone. You shake your head in confusion and walk over to open the infirmary door, the hinges creak loudly as it swings open and closed.

A few days later you are completing the last of your paperwork just as someone knocks on your office door. You gasp in surprise and nearly drop your coffee, looking up to see Loki standing in your doorway. He is holding his right bicep and lowers his gaze to the ground in front of him to avoid eye contact with you. His demeanor is completely different then the last time he was here.

"Would you help me?" he asks almost as if he expects you to say no.

You sigh and nod, "Of course, it's literally my job... even if the person who needs my help is an ungrateful ass."

He flinches at your harsh tone and says, "I am sorry I was unkind to you last time I was here."

"You were a jerk," you tell him flatly, crossing your arms over your chest as you lean back in your chair.

"I was," he says to your surprise. "I apologize for my behavior, it was uncalled for."

"Accepted," you say, not wanting to waste anymore time since you could now see blood begin to seep through his fingers.

He sits on the exam table you motion towards and begins to unbutton his dress shirt. You turn towards the cabinet to grab the things you need and when you look back you are struck by how annoyingly hot he is. You quickly remember that he can and will read your mind so you try to push the thoughts away but you are not fast enough. Loki looks down as he folds his shirt and places it next to him, the corner of his lip curling into a smile.

"Okay," you clear your throat. "Let's see what you did this time." He moves his hand and you see the long gash on his bicep. "Wow, you did a pretty good job on this."

"Yes, I thought the bleeding had stopped but it began again so I thought I should come here" he says.

"Good thing you did. It's going to need a lot of stiches, more than last time," you inform him. "Do you want anything for the pain?" you ask when to get up to grab a few more things from the cabinet.

"It doesn't hurt," he shakes his head.

"Really?" you ask, not sure if you believe him but you don't press the issue.

You sit close to him on your stool and begin to work on his arm quietly. Loki doesn't make a single sound or move an inch while you clean and stitch his wound. You reach for the tray to grab something and realize he is watching you again but this time he's studying you and not your work.

"So what happened?" you ask him. You are fairly certain he wasn't sent on a mission this week.

"Training with Thor," he says simply.

You nod, sensing that he won't give any more details even if you continue to ask him questions. You glance over at his right forearm and pause mid-stitch when you don't see the injury you treated last time.

"It healed," he answers before you can ask what happened.

"Stop reading my mind," you tell him and go back to what you were doing. He doesn't respond and you assume that means he doesn't intend to listen to you. You decide to search your mind for a song that can easily get stuck in a person's head, hoping that if he does go sifting through your thoughts he will at least be annoyed. It might be childish, but it's the best solution you can think of at the moment.

You look up at him when you are finished, sitting back on your stool you say, "I know the other day wasn't the first time you snuck in here." He tightens his jaw and gets up from the table, buttoning his shirt without saying a word.

"Are you the one who's been stealing supplies?" you ask him even though you know he is. He ignores your question but you don't think it is because he is being rude like last time. He almost seems distressed that you know his secret so you add, "I didn't tell anyone it was you."

"I know you didn't," he finally responds. "I assumed Fury would have spoken to me if you had." He is silent for a moment than he says, "Thank you," before turning to leave the exam room.

"Wait," you follow after him. "I can't keep hiding this from Dr. Palmer and Director Fury. They are going to want to know who was taking the supplies."

He turns to face you, "Why didn't you tell them it was me?" His curiosity seems genuine, as if he fully expected you to turn him in the first time you saw him here.

"I'm not sure," you shrug. "I guess I wanted to talk to you about why first you were doing it but then you pissed me off and I just wanted you out of here as soon as possible."

He nods, "Again, I apologize for how I spoke to you. I was not expecting anyone to be here but that is not an excuse."

You are stunned by the second apology and the abrupt change in his attitude since last time. Maybe I'll have a better chance of finding out why he is clearly not healing well now.

"I would rather not discuss that tonight," he says as he walks away from you and you know he read your mind again.

"Loki, I can't pretend I don't know it's you for much longer. Fury is going to want to know why the supplies are missing. It's the whole reason I'm here this late," you tell him.

He puts his hand on the door to leave and looks back at you, "I know you do not owe me this but please, do not tell anyone... at least not yet."

You sigh, "Fine, but this is the last time."

He nods and you watch in awe as he simply vanishes from sight. So that's how he gets passed all the cameras, he can just disappear?

It's been a week since you've seen Loki and after the fourth day you had decided he wasn't going to come back. You hope you will be able to finish out the next few weeks without any additional discrepancies in the inventory and things would go back to normal. Just as you are about to open your book, you hear him call your name and you roll your eyes. Of course he's back, nothing ever works out simply for me.

You walk out of your office to meet him, expecting to find the God of Being Annoying and Evasive needing a handful stitches like he has the last two times he visited but he appears fine. "Hi again," you greet him with the least excited tone you can manage.

He grimaces and takes a few steps towards you but falls, grabbing his side tightly as he collapses onto one knee. You move quickly to grab him but don't see anything wrong until he moves his hand and his illusion flickers. There's blood on his hand but it vanishes then appears again when his magic gives out. His shirt is covered in blood and you hold onto him, helping ease him to the floor.

"What the hell happened?" you ask trying not to panic. You remember your training and move his shirt to the side so you can see the injury clearer. He flinches when you press his hand on the open wound and tell him to keep it there. "Shit," you mumble a curse then get up to grab everything you need.

You kneel next to him and take care of his wound as quickly and cleanly as possible, stitching the long, deep cut closed. Thankfully it wasn't any deeper or you might have needed to call for help, the wound was too close to his lung to not be taken seriously. When you finish you help him sit up slowly and he uses his magic to clean the blood off his clothing.

"You need to stay here and rest," you urge but he shakes his head no.

"It will heal," he says and he tries to get up. You help him so he doesn't hurt himself further but you keep your hands on his arm. "Thank you," he tells you then takes a step away from you but you don't let go.

"Stop," you get his attention. "You can't leave, this wasn't just some little cut. You were stabbed really close to your lung. This isn't okay Loki, you're not fine."

He takes a deep breath as if to prove his lungs are clear and says, "I appreciate your concern, Y/N, I truly do but I need to deal with this on my own."

"No you don't," you argue. "Just tell me what's wrong, maybe I can help."

He shakes his head, "You are an excellent healer but this is beyond you."

"I don't get it, why are you getting so badly hurt. I thought you had accelerated healing abilities like you bro- like Thor," you correct yourself before he has the chance.

He gently rests his hand over the wound on his side and tries to reassure you. "I will heal, it just takes a bit longer than it used to. Thank you once again for your help Y/N," he says before he vanishes.

Three nights later, you are sitting at your desk looking down at your tablet while you drink your second cup of coffee. You've clicked on Loki's file but haven't opened it yet, your fingers drumming on the desk rhythmically as you think. You have treated him several times now so it isn't a violation of his privacy to view his chart but for some reason it feels like it is. You sigh and open his file, maybe whatever he is hiding from me is in here.

You intend to skim his chart then log his recent visits like you should have been doing but you pause completely confused. His file is almost blank, his name and general information has been filled out but there is not a single visit to the infirmary listed. How is that possible? He must have been able to heal at one point but he doesn't seem to be able to anymore.

You exit his file without adding anything, determined to talk to him the next time you see him. You only need to wait fifteen minutes before he knocks softly on your office door.

"Loki, are you okay?" you ask, your voice has more concern than you meant.

He nods and holds out his hand when you walk towards him, "It is only a small wound tonight."

You look closely at the back of his hand and agree, he will only need a butterfly bandage or two and some gauze. You hold his wrist gently and lead him into one of the exam rooms. Loki sits on the table and you roll your stool close to him with your tray of supplies next to you.

"What happened?" you ask, reaching for the tape and he hands it to you, "Thanks."

"A training accident," he says and you nod, unsurprised.

"I need to log this into your file," you say as you throw out the garbage. "The other injuries too," you add.

"I would rather you didn't," he says.

"I know but I need to, it's proper procedure. I could get in trouble if I don't," you explain. "I could lose my job."

He sighs and remains seated on the table. You sit on the stool again and move closer to him. "I'm sorry, I never meant to cause you trouble," he says.

"You're a nurse," he says, but his tone isn't condescending like it is when some people call you a nurse, it is as if he is simply clarifying a fact.

"Well... maybe if you tell me what's going on, I can keep it out of the record," you suggest. He looks up at you as you can tell he is thinking about your suggestion. "I can't tell anyone what we talk about, if that's what you're worried about, doctor - patient privilege and all," you explain with a smile.

"Yeah... it's the same concept," you sigh. "Loki, you can trust me. I don't want to see you keep getting hurt like this," you tell him honestly, touching his hand lightly and he looks into your eyes.

You aren't sure if he is reading your mind or not but finally he says, "You must promise me, no one will know what I am going to tell you."

"I swear," you agree.

Loki shifts uncomfortably on the lightly padded table and looks down at your hand over his. He sighs deeply then says, "I cannot heal the same way Thor does, I have never been able to."

"What!?" you ask unable to hide your shock. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say it like that but... I don't understand."

He says, "Accelerated healing is an Asgardian trait and I am not a full Asgardian, I am half frost giant. When I was a child, I thought I healed slowly simply because I was smaller and weaker than Thor but now my lack of abilities makes sense."

"But how did you hide it all this time?" you ask. "Someone must have noticed you were always getting hurt."

"And no one knows, not even your brother?" you ask in disbelief.

"My mother helped me," he explains. "She taught me to use my magic to create illusions to hide my injuries and dull my pain. When I was alone, I would use my spells and potions to heal myself."

"Not even Thor," he shakes his head.

"But wait... so this was obviously working fine for the last thousand or so years, why isn't it working now?" you ask confused.

"There is something wrong with my magic," he tells you and your heart sinks. "It has been fading since I was taken by the Mind Stone."

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FORBIDDEN LOVE

pairing: tom kaulitz x female reader

warnings: mention of angst, smut, fingering, kissing, p in v, sex without protection

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I had always known that my relationship with Tom, ten years older than me, would be met with disapproval from my father. But I never expected the argument we had that morning to end with me running out of the house in tears.

As I pulled up to Tom's house, my mascara was smudged from crying and my heart was heavy with the weight of my father's words. I rang the doorbell, and Tom answered almost immediately, pulling me into a tight hug as soon as he saw the state I was in.

"Shh, it's okay" he whispered, leading me to the couch in his living room. "Tell me what happened" I took a deep breath and told him everything, my voice shaking with emotion. Tom listened attentively, his thumb rubbing soothing circles on the back of my hand.

"I'm sorry, liebe. I know how much your father means to you. But you're a grown woman, and you can make your own decisions"

I nodded, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders at his words. Tom always had a way of making me feel seen and heard, like my feelings mattered. And right now, I needed that more than anything.

He leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead, and I felt my body relax into him. Tom's hand started to wander, tracing patterns on my thigh and sending shivers down my spine. I looked up at him, my eyes wide with desire.

"I need you, Tom" I whispered, my voice husky with longing. His eyes darkened, and he didn't hesitate. He scooped me up in his arms and carried me to his bedroom, laying me down on the bed gently. He started to undress me, his fingers skimming my skin and making me gasp with pleasure.

Tom's lips found mine, and we kissed deeply, our tongues dancing together in our own rhythm. He trailed kisses down my neck and chest, making his way to my breasts. He took one nipple in his mouth, sucking and nipping at it until I was writhing beneath him.

His hand drifted down between my legs, and he started to rub slow circles on my clit. I moaned, arching my back as he inserted a finger inside me, then two. He started to pump them in and out, hitting that spot that made my eyes roll back in my head.

"Oh, Tom, yes" I breathed, my hips bucking against his hand.

He continued to finger me, his other hand tweaking my nipples and sending sparks of pleasure through my body. I could feel myself getting close, my orgasm building deep within me.

"Cum for me, sweetheart" Tom commanded, his voice low and gravelly.

And I did, my body shuddering with pleasure as I came hard around his fingers. Tom didn't let up, continuing to stroke my clit until I was boneless and sated.

He climbed back up my body, kissing me deeply and tasting myself on his lips. I could feel his hardness pressing against me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.

Tom entered me slowly, filling me up and making me gasp with pleasure. He started to thrust, his pace steady and sure. I met him stroke for stroke, my body moving in time with his.

Tom's lips found my nipple again, and he sucked it into his mouth as he fucked me. The sensation was overwhelming, and I could feel another orgasm building within me.

"Tom, I'm gonna cum again" I gasped, my nails digging into his back. "I know sweetheart, i know" he said, placing his hands on my hips.

He picked up his pace, driving into me harder and faster. I felt myself tighten around him, my orgasm ripping through me like a tidal wave. Tom followed soon after, his body shuddering with pleasure as he came inside me.

We lay there, panting and spent, for several minutes. Tom's arms were wrapped around me, holding me close and keeping me safe. I felt a sense of peace and contentment that I hadn't felt in a long time.

"I love you, Tom" I whispered, looking up at him. He smiled down at me, his eyes soft. "I love you too, sweetheart. And I'm not going anywhere"

We laid there for a while longer, just enjoying each other's company. But eventually, I knew I had to face my father again. I couldn't stay hidden away in Tom's bedroom forever.

Tom must have sensed my hesitation, because he sat up and cupped my face in his hands. "Hey, it's going to be okay. You're strong, and your father will come around eventually. Just give him time"

I nodded, taking a deep breath. Tom was right. I was strong, and I could handle whatever my father threw my way. But for now, I was grateful for Tom's comfort and love. And I knew that no matter what, he would always be there for me.

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9.3 Major

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lily McIntyre, trainer for new SHIELD recruits at the Avengers Tower, has been in love with her best friend, Bucky Barnes, from the moment she met him. She's been content with her role of the #1 girl in Bucky's life, even if it means she has to sabotage a romantic relationship or two. It'll be worth it when he realizes that they're meant for each other, right? There's just one small problem: Lily McIntire never expected Bucky Barnes to fall for You.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, violence toward inanimate objects, real talk.

Word Count: 2.2k

Previously On...: You're Bucky's guide on his first trip to a rage room.

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Bucky couldn’t remember the last time he had enjoyed himself so much. Or, rather, he supposed, he couldn’t remember the last time he enjoyed himself so much when it didn’t involve having sex with Major.

There was something so absolutely freeing about being allowed to smash shit to smithereens without having to worry about the repercussions of it, and Bucky was feeling liberated. He had to wonder if there wasn’t a secret part of Bruce that actually enjoyed it when “Hulk smash!”

Once they’d donned their safety gear, Major had let them into the room, where a pounding rock track was blasting. The space was filled with… stuff. Everything from old televisions to china to fake walls.

Along the wall by the door they’d just entered was an array of tools under a painted sign that read “Choose Your Weapon.” There were baseball bats, sledgehammers, crowbars, axes– even a couple of golf club drivers.

Nat had immediately gone for one of the axes, swinging it around and testing the balance in her grip. “This one’s mine,” she had announced delightedly.

Bucky, meanwhile, opted for a sledgehammer, and Major picked up a wooden baseball bat. On her count, they set off to release any pent up rage.

Bucky immediately headed for one of the fake walls and began smashing away. The three shouted jokes and taunts at each other over the music as they went, and the hour that made up their appointment flew by in no time.

Bucky watched as Major went to town on an old computer monitor, her face lit up like a Christmas tree. He couldn’t imagine how Lily could ever have a problem with him dating her, not when he watched her laugh and tease Nat over something the redhead had said. He gripped his sledgehammer tighter, anger at his best friend rising in his mind.

She didn’t even know Major, he thought as he brought the hammer down onto a ceramic bust, shattering it. Where did she get off calling Major a bitch and a slut? He moved over to an old couch and began whacking on it. What gave Lily the right to say those things about someone she didn’t even know, just because he had feelings for her? Who did she think she was?

“Bucky!” Nat called out, but he didn’t hear her, his anger at Lily sending the blood pounding in his ears. He kept raising his sledgehammer over and over again, taking out his frustrations on the helpless piece of furniture.

“BARNES!” Natasaha shouted, and that permeated the fog,finally getting his attention.

“What?!” he snapped, unable to reign in his anger immediately, but instantly regretting it when he realized it was Nat who was speaking to him, and not Lily, like he had immediately imagined.

“That couch do something to personally offend you?” she asked.

Bucky looked down. The couch before him was reduced to nothing more than splinters and stuffing. “Shit,” he laughed nervously. “I guess I let myself get a little carried away.”

Natasha raised an eyebrow at him. “I’ll say.”

Bucky sheepishly turned to Major, offering her an apologetic smile, but she was staring at the pile of debris before him, baseball bat hanging limply from her hand.

“Sugar?” he asked, but she didn’t seem to hear him, transfixed as she was on the destruction he had left in his wake. He took a step toward her, reaching out and putting his hand on her arm. At the contact, Major let out a gasp and pulled back, startled.

“Sorry.” She blinked, seeming to come out of a trance. “I just… what did you say, Bucky?”

He frowned, not liking the expression on her face. “You alright, doll?”

“Yeah,” she told him, a smile coming to her lips a little too late. “I’m good.” Her hesitation left a pit in the center of Bucky’s stomach.

A beeping sounded throughout the room, indicating that their session had come to an end.

“Alright,” Major said, looking around, her tone full of false cheer. “Let’s put our stuff back on the wall, and vacate the space so my staff can get it ready for the next group.” Without looking at either Bucky or Nat, she returned her baseball bat to its resting place on the wall. She opened the door and held it, waiting for them to follow.

Nat hung up her axe. “I’m going to run to the bathroom before we head down,” she told them both. She squeezed Major’s arm on her way out the door, leaving her and Bucky alone.

“Is everything alright, doll?” he asked her.

She sighed and looked up at him. “Yeah,” she said. “I guess I just didn’t realize how… strong you really were?” She inclined her head toward the demolished couch. “That… um… that was something.”

Her words concerned him. God, had he frightened her? He didn’t think he could live with himself if he had scared her. He dropped his head. “Oh,” was all he could manage to say.

“Hey,” Major said gently, taking a step toward him and reaching out a hand to touch his elbow. “It just took me by surprise, that’s all. I mean, I knew you had super strength, but actually seeing it was something else.”

“It didn’t scare you?” he asked her with some trepidation. He wasn’t sure he wanted to really know, if he could stand the way she might look at him if she, too, thought him a monster.

“Scare me?” Major laughed, but when she noticed the expression on his face, she grew serious. “You seriously think you scare me? Bucky, no.” She made a point of taking his metal hand in both of hers, bringing it to her lips, and then up to cup her cheek. “You could never scare me.”

Bucky closed his eyes and released a breath. “I’m used to people seeing me as a murderer, a monster,” he told her. “I’ve gotten to the point where it doesn’t bother me if it comes from strangers, but if it came from you…” He left his thoughts hanging, the words unsaid.

“You have nothing to worry about,” she told him, putting a hand on each of his cheeks. “I see you, Bucky Barnes. Not some monster. I never could. Don’t ever think that. I admit, I was startled, but that’s all, I promise.” She leaned up and kissed him lightly. “I wouldn’t lie to you. Not about anything, and most definitely not about that.”

“Thank you, doll.” Her words to him were a balm on a wound he thought he’d long healed, but apparently was capable of being reopened at any moment.

“Of course, honey,” she replied, tucking her arm under his and ushering him out the door and into the hallway where Nat was waiting by the elevators.

Bucky loved the feeling of Major pressed against him as they rode the elevator back down to the lobby, and though she told him he hadn’t scared her, he couldn’t shake the look she’d had on her face at his display of aggression. He never wanted to see a look like that cross her countenance again.

The lobby was bustling with people waiting to be taken to their rage rooms when the three of them exited the elevator.

“I’m glad business is doing good,” Nat said, looking around the crowded lobby with a smile. “You deserve the success, Major.”

Major buried her face into Bucky’s shoulder, pleased. “Thanks, Nat,” she replied. “It still seems weird to think that we’re not operating in the red.”

“Was it difficult?” Bucky asked her, suddenly curious about what it had been like for Major at the beginning of her business.

“Ugh, that’s a story for another time,” Major said. “When I’ve had a few drinks in me.”

“Hey, Major!” Zadie called once she had gotten the new group of people all checked in. “Package came for you while you were upstairs. I left it on your desk.”

Major let out a dejected sigh. “Well,” she said, turning to look up at Bucky with a forlorn expression, “I guess this means I have to get back to work. We’re still on for dinner tonight, though, right Bucky?”

He smiled down at her; as if he could have forgotten. “Of course, sugar. How ‘bout I meet you back here at five thirty, and we can figure out where to go?”

“That sounds wonderful,” she said, standing up on tiptoe to give him a quick kiss while Nat looked on with a knowing smile. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll miss you, too, doll,” he replied. With a final farewell to Nat, Major turned and made her way back to her office, leaving him and the former assassin to make their exit.

“Don’t you dare hurt her,” Nat warned as they made their way into the lobby.

Bucky turned to face her, halting in his steps. “What?” he spluttered. “Nat, I–I would never–”

“I know you don’t think you’d do it on purpose,” Natasha replied, “but your former girlfriends have a habit of getting their hearts broken and ending up miserable because of you. I’m telling you not to do that with Major. She’s a good person, and my friend. If you think that, once again, you’re going to let someone else call the shots on your relationship with her, you should let her go now, before she gets in too deep. She’s been hurt enough.”

“Nat,” he said, grabbing her arm and forcing her to look at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He sincerely didn’t. Who else would be calling the shots on any of his relationships if it wasn’t him? Yeah, it was true that his past relationships had ended messily, that the girls had been hurt, but… well, that wasn’t entirely Bucky’s fault, was it? Things just hadn’t worked out, for one reason or another.

But with Major? Well, things were different with her. Bucky could feel it.

Nat gave him an appraising look, studying him as if she could read his mind through his facial expressions. “You really don’t, do you?” she mused. “It’s not my place to tell you her business, but Barnes–” she gave him a serious look– “if you let her get hurt because you can’t figure out where to draw a boundary, you and I are going to have a problem."

She gently pulled free of his grasp and made her way to the door of the building. Bucky paused for a moment, contemplating all that she had said, and wondering just what she had meant by any of it. Though, knowing Natasha, if she didn’t feel the need to explain it to him, there was no way he could get her to elaborate.

As he was about to follow her out the door, he heard Major shouting for Zadie’s attention. He turned around and saw her angrily waving a thick manilla envelope in the air as she stalked toward the reception desk.

“Where did this come from, Zadie?” she asked in a tone Bucky had never heard her use before.

“Courier dropped it off, why?” Zadie asked. “What is it? Who’s it from?”

“What company was the courier from?” Major continued, ignoring Zadie’s own questions. “Did they have a logo or anything like that?”

“Doll?” Bucky said as he stepped back toward the reception desk, concerned by the previously unseen agitation Major was displaying.

“Bucky!” Major exclaimed, as though surprised to still see him there. “I thought you left already.” She plastered on a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, and Bucky knew it was performative for his sake.

Bucky frowned. “What’s wrong, sugar? What’s in the envelope?”

Major’s eyes widened a fraction in alarm as she maneuvered to position the envelope behind her back. “It’s nothing, honey. Just… some business stuff. There’s no sender, so I need to figure out where it came from so I can make sure it gets dealt with properly.”

Bucky knew her explanation was bullshit, but he didn’t feel comfortable questioning her in front of her employee, so he let it slide. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“No!” she exclaimed, a little too quickly, and then seemed to realize she’d nearly shouted at him. “No,” her voice was softer now, calmer, “but thank you. I appreciate that you want to help, though. That means a lot to me.”

Those words rang true; Bucky could tell that much. He sighed and took a step closer to give her a quick parting kiss. “If you’re sure, doll,” he said.

“I’m sure,” she told him, then leaned in to whisper in his ear: “and if we were still having sex, I’d show you how appreciative I am.” She pulled back and grinned up at him.

“Gonna make me really regret that decision, huh?” he asked. He knew she was changing the subject, putting distance between them and the mysterious envelope, but he was willing to let it go for the time being.

“Oh, most definitely,” she teased him. “At least until you change your mind.”

Bucky smiled at her. If she kept it up, he’d be changing his mind sooner than later. “Alright, I better get going before Nat comes looking for me,” he said, taking a step back from her. “I’ll see you at five thirty, yeah?”

“Don’t be late,” Major called after him. As if he would ever be late for her.

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furiousgoldfish · 2 days

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The other day, I accidentally witnessed an exchange within a family, that keeps replaying in my mind. It was a short moment; the child of about 7 years old, woke up and came to the living room to sleepily lounge on the couch, his mother was in the bathroom. When she came back, she saw him, and said with the greatest content you could imagine "All of mine are awake!" and then she came over to him, hugged him and affectionately placed a kiss on his forehead. There was such warmth and delight in her voice, like she couldn't imagine anything better than having all of her family members awake and well, and her morning greeting was a hug and a kiss.

I felt like I intruded into something private, so I excused myself away, but the feeling I got seeing it was something foreign to me, I couldn't imagine how it felt to be inside of that family. It was like the feeling of love and togetherness was instinctual to them, something they didn't have to think about.

I think about where I would be if I had that, if positive attention and love was given to me freely, without a second thought, just on instinct. If I was given affection like this just for waking up and entering a shared space. It would have made me feel like it's natural, and normal to be loved, like it isn't impossible, or too much to ask for. Like I was meaningful to someone, if that person expressed delight just from seeing me awake.

It also came to my mind, that my parents would immediately proclaim that this kind of thing would just make me 'spoiled', and I know now, that knowing you're worthy of love is not spoiled, it's supposed to be normal, and it was taken away from me. But then I realized, wait, this is what 'spoiled' meant to them. 'Spoiled' doesn't mean obnoxious, selfish, loud and annoying behavior to an abusive parent, to them a child even thinking for a second they're worthy of attention and love is 'spoiled', because they don't want that. They want a child who retreats in shame and feels unworthy and unlovable, so they can exploit those feelings endlessly. If you know you're worthy of love, and attention, and basic respect, then you would ask for those things, or expect them, or protest when you're not getting them, and they don't want to provide that basic attention, they want to provide nothing. Having any needs at all will be called spoiled because it's an inconvenience for them. They used the wrong terms on purpose, because if they admitted they wanted a traumatized child, that would make them look bad. But saying 'I don't want to spoil my child' makes them look like they're parenting responsibly, all while inflicting trauma with absolutely no thought on how it will affect the kid. "We want a broken child, and we don't care what we have to say to get away with it." is what they meant.

I'm glad I was able to get a glimpse into how it looks when it's not abusive, and how basic attention is given without a second thought, because it is natural, it is normal to want to shower your loved ones with affection just because they woke up, just because you haven't seen them for a few hours. To normal people this is instinctual, they don't have to think twice about it, it comes out in their tone of voice, the delighted look in their eyes when they see you. The fact that it feels like a whole different world to me, is the proof that my parents didn't think twice about taking this away from me, and what it would do to me. I can't even imagine where I would be today if I had that.

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theodorenmyth · 2 days

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Funny little jealous Theo thing where an exchange student from Italy comes to Hogwarts and reader jokingly says something like “guess you aren’t the hottest Italian man in Hogwarts now.” To Theodore and he takes it personally whenever reader tries to talk to the change student. He just drags him away, cursing under his breath in his native language

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Envious Hearts

Pairings : Theodore Nott x M! Reader Summary : When a charismatic exchange student from Italy arrives at Hogwarts, your playful remark to your boyfriend, Theodore Nott, sparks unexpected jealousy. Theo's possessiveness escalates, leading to tension between managing his insecurities and your budding friendship with the new student. Through reassurance and heartfelt confessions, you navigate the complexities of love and loyalty, reaffirming that Theo is the only one for you. A/n : Enjoy (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠) Warnings) : Nothing! Word count : 1.7k+

The Great Hall buzzed with the excitement of a new school year, and the news that Hogwarts would be hosting exchange students from various wizarding schools only added to the fervor. You sat at the Slytherin table, surrounded by your friends, chatting animatedly about who these new students might be.

Your boyfriend, Theodore Nott, sat beside you, casually picking at his food. His dark hair fell into his eyes as he leaned over to listen to your conversation. You had always admired how effortlessly handsome he was, but today, there was an air of anticipation in the hall that was hard to ignore.

The doors of the Great Hall creaked open, and Professor McGonagall entered, followed by a group of students. The hall fell silent as she began to introduce them. "Students of Hogwarts, I am pleased to introduce our guests from various wizarding schools across Europe. Let us welcome them warmly."

Your eyes were immediately drawn to one of the exchange students—a tall, handsome boy with dark, curly hair and striking blue eyes. He had an effortless charm about him that seemed to catch the attention of everyone in the room. When McGonagall introduced him as Luca Moretti from Ilvermorny, you couldn't help but nudge Theo and whisper, "Guess you aren’t the hottest Italian man in Hogwarts now."

Theo’s eyebrows shot up, and he turned to look at you, his lips pressing into a thin line. "Very funny," he muttered, but you could see a flicker of irritation in his eyes.

Over the next few days, it became clear that Luca was not only attractive but also incredibly charismatic. He quickly made friends and was often seen surrounded by a group of admirers, both male and female. You found yourself intrigued by his stories of Italy and his experiences at Ilvermorny, and you often sought him out to hear more.

One afternoon, you found Luca in the library, engrossed in a thick, leather-bound book. "Hey, Luca," you greeted him, taking a seat across from him.

He looked up and smiled warmly. "Ciao, bella. Come stai?"

"I'm good, thanks. How are you finding Hogwarts so far?" you asked, leaning in slightly.

"It's wonderful. Different from Ilvermorny, but in a good way," he replied, his accent making every word sound like music.

You chatted for a while, laughing and sharing stories. But just as you were getting comfortable, you felt a presence behind you. Turning, you found Theo standing there, his expression dark.

"Theo! Hey, we were just—"

"We need to go," Theo interrupted, his voice tight. He grabbed your arm and pulled you to your feet.

"Whoa, Theo, what's the rush?" you protested, trying to free yourself from his grip.

"Now," he insisted, not even glancing at Luca as he dragged you out of the library.

Once you were in the corridor, you yanked your arm free and glared at him. "What the hell, Theo? We were just talking!"

"Talking? Sure, that's what it looked like," he snapped, his eyes flashing with jealousy.

"You're being ridiculous," you said, crossing your arms. "He's just a friend."

"A friend? He's flirting with you, and you're eating it up," Theo retorted, his voice rising.

"Oh, come on, Theo. You can't be serious," you scoffed. "He's new here. I'm just being friendly."

"Friendly," Theo repeated, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Is that what you call it when you're practically hanging off his every word?"

You sighed, exasperated. "You're overreacting."

"Am I?" he shot back, his eyes narrowing. "Every time I see you with him, you're all smiles and laughter. What about us? Do you even care?"

"Of course, I care, Theo," you said softly, reaching out to touch his arm. "But you have to trust me. There's nothing going on between Luca and me."

He pulled away, running a hand through his hair. "I don't like it. I don't like how he looks at you, how you look at him."

"He's just a friend," you repeated, trying to calm him down. "You have nothing to worry about."

Theo muttered something under his breath in Italian, something you didn't quite catch but knew was a curse. "Just stay away from him, okay? For me?"

You hesitated but finally nodded. "Fine. But you need to stop being so paranoid. I love you, Theo. Only you."

He looked at you for a long moment, then sighed. "I love you too. Just… be careful, okay?"

You nodded, and he pulled you into a tight embrace. "I will. I promise."

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Despite your promise, avoiding Luca proved to be more difficult than you anticipated. He seemed to be everywhere—at meals, in the common room, even in some of your classes. And every time you did run into him, Theo was never far behind, his jealousy simmering just below the surface.

One evening, you were heading to the Great Hall for dinner when you bumped into Luca. "Hey!" he greeted you with his usual smile. "I was hoping to see you."

Before you could respond, Theo appeared, his expression darkening as he saw you with Luca. "We're late for dinner," he said curtly, grabbing your hand and pulling you away.

"Nice to see you too, Theo," Luca called out, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Theo didn't even look back, dragging you down the corridor with a grip that was just shy of painful. "Theo, stop," you said, trying to pull your hand free.

He finally let go, turning to face you. "What did I just tell you? Why are you still talking to him?"

You took a deep breath, trying to keep your patience. "Theo, he’s in our classes. It's not like I can just ignore him completely."

Theo ran a hand through his hair, his frustration evident. "I don’t care. Just… keep your distance."

"You’re being unreasonable," you said, crossing your arms. "Luca is just a friend. Why can’t you see that?"

"I see how he looks at you," Theo muttered, his voice low and angry. "And I see how you look at him."

You sighed. "Theo, you’re the one I love. Luca is just—"

"Just what?" he interrupted, stepping closer. "Just a charming, handsome Italian who you find endlessly fascinating?"

"Stop it," you said, your own temper flaring. "This is ridiculous. You're jealous of a guy who hasn’t done anything wrong."

He was silent for a moment, his jaw clenched. "Maybe I am jealous. Maybe I have a right to be. Have you thought about that?"

You opened your mouth to respond but closed it again, unsure of what to say. Theo's insecurity was unexpected, and it hurt to see him like this.

"Look," you said softly, reaching out to touch his arm. "I don’t want anyone else. You’re the one I chose, Theo. You’re the one I love."

He looked down at your hand, then back up at you. "I just… I don’t want to lose you."

"You won’t," you promised, stepping closer. "But you need to trust me. Can you do that?"

He hesitated, then finally nodded. "Okay. I’ll try."

"Thank you," you said, giving him a small smile. "Now, can we please go to dinner? I'm starving."

He managed a faint smile in return. "Yeah, let’s go."

As you walked into the Great Hall together, you couldn't help but glance over at the Ravenclaw table where Luca was sitting. He caught your eye and gave you a friendly wave, but you quickly looked away, feeling Theo’s hand tighten around yours.

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Days turned into weeks, and though Theo's jealousy didn’t completely disappear, he made an effort to trust you more. You, in turn, tried to be mindful of his feelings, limiting your interactions with Luca as much as possible.

But one evening, while studying in the library, Luca approached you with a worried expression. "Can we talk?" he asked quietly.

You glanced around, making sure Theo wasn’t nearby, then nodded. "Sure. What’s up?"

Luca sat down across from you, his face serious. "I’ve noticed that you’ve been avoiding me. Did I do something wrong?"

You sighed, feeling a pang of guilt. "It’s not you, Luca. It’s… complicated."

He raised an eyebrow. "Complicated how?"

You looked down at your hands. "Theo’s been a bit… jealous. He thinks there’s something going on between us."

Luca frowned. "But there isn’t."

"I know," you said quickly. "But he’s worried. And I don’t want to make things worse."

Luca nodded slowly. "I understand. But I hope you know that I’m here if you ever need a friend."

"Thank you," you said, giving him a grateful smile. "That means a lot."

Just then, you heard a familiar voice behind you. "What’s going on here?"

You turned to see Theo standing there, his expression a mix of anger and hurt. "Theo, we were just talking."

"Talking," he repeated, his eyes narrowing. "Always just talking."

Luca stood up, holding his hands up in a placating gesture. "Theo, I don’t want any trouble. I was just—"

"Stay out of this," Theo snapped, grabbing your arm. "We’re leaving."

You resisted, trying to keep your voice calm. "Theo, please. Let’s just talk about this."

But Theo was having none of it. He pulled you away, muttering curses in Italian under his breath. "Come on."

As he dragged you out of the library, you could feel the eyes of other students on you, whispering and staring. Once you were outside, you yanked your arm free and glared at him. "This has to stop, Theo. You’re being ridiculous."

"Ridiculous?" he echoed, his eyes flashing. "I’m trying to protect what’s mine."

"I’m not a possession," you shot back, your anger rising. "You need to trust me, or this isn’t going to work."

He took a deep breath, his shoulders sagging. "I know. I’m sorry. It’s just… I can’t stand the thought of losing you."

"You’re not going to lose me," you said softly, stepping closer. "But you have to let go of this jealousy. It’s tearing us apart."

He looked into your eyes, his expression softening. "I’ll try. For you."

"Thank you," you said, wrapping your arms around him. "That’s all I ask."

As he held you close, you could feel the tension slowly ebbing away. It would take time, but you knew that as long as you had each other, you could get through anything.

And maybe, just maybe, Theo would learn to trust that no matter how many charming exchange students came to Hogwarts, he would always be the one you loved.

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bloodylullaby · 18 hours

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Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader (Younger Ruffilo sister)

Word Count: 3036

Warnings: SMUT!! Oral (female receiving), choking, spitting, spanking, fingering, unprotected sex.

Author's Note: I have writer's block, so hopefully, this came out alright.

Being Nicholas Ruffilo’s younger sister certainly had its perks. From scoring free tattoos to gaining access to exclusive parties and snagging complimentary concert tickets, the advantages were plentiful. But beyond these tangible benefits, the closeness in age fostered an unbreakable bond, making you both siblings and best friends.

This close bond also brought another advantage, embodied in the form of Noah Sebastian. Despite harboring a longtime crush on him since childhood, you never acted on it, constantly feeling overshadowed by your status as Nicky’s little sister. Wherever Nick went, you followed, and Noah grew accustomed to seeing you as merely an appendage rather than recognizing your individuality.

Fast-forward to the present. The opportunity to pursue your feelings with Noah seemed like a distant possibility. However, a small opening presented itself at a party. In a slightly inebriated state (like the rest of the party), Noah couldn’t take his eyes off you that night. His fascination with you was evident, although you remained oblivious until a friend pointed it out. Unbeknownst to you, Noah had been wrestling with these thoughts since your last visit to LA.

Now, back in LA, you had a plan to get what you wanted. You casually mentioned the idea of a pool party to your brother, who immediately thought it was the best idea ever. With a whole pool party in full swing, you put on your favorite bikini, determined to catch Noah’s attention.

As you walked around the party, you could feel the sun on your skin and the cool breeze from the pool, creating the perfect atmosphere. Laughter and music filled the air, and you spotted Noah talking with friends by the poolside. Taking a deep breath, you sauntered over, moving confidently and gracefully. You could feel eyes on you as you approached, and when you reached Noah’s group, you greeted everyone warmly. Noah’s gaze lingered on you, his eyes widening slightly as he took in your appearance.

You joined in on the conversation, occasionally catching Noah staring at you. You smiled to yourself, knowing that your plan was working. As the conversation continued, you found yourself edging closer to him, the air between you charged with anticipation.

Seizing a moment when the group’s attention shifted elsewhere, you leaned towards Noah and whispered in his ear, “You look really good today.” The proximity and your words sent a shiver down his spine, and you noticed his eyes darkening with a mix of surprise and desire.

He turned to you, his voice low. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me,” he admitted, a hint of a smile on his lips.

You met his gaze, your confidence growing. “Maybe I do,” you replied softly, your eyes locking onto him. You motioned your head towards the house and started to walk, hoping he caught what you were trying to convey. Within a minute, he caught up to you, his footsteps falling into sync with yours.

You found yourselves alone as you went through the sliding door from the patio into the kitchen. The hum of the party outside faded into the background, leaving just the two of you in the warm, dimly lit room. You grabbed a chip from the bowl on the counter and casually snacked on it while feeling Noah’s eyes on you filled with an intensity that sent a thrill through you.

You grab his hand and lead him to his bedroom, your heart pounding with anticipation. As you enter the room, he shuts the door behind him, his eyes never leaving you. You settle on his bed on your knees, looking up at him with a mixture of desire and nervous excitement. Noah takes a moment to drink in the sight of you, his expression filled with awe and longing.

Slowly, he approaches you, his movements deliberate and measured. He sits on the edge of the bed, his hand reaching out to gently caress your cheek. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice thick with emotion. “But I can’t do this.”

“Don’t you want to play with me?” You asked, looking up through your lashes. Noah’s breath caught in his throat. Of course, he wanted to, but you’re his best friend’s little sister; he couldn’t do that to him….but the way you’re staring at him on your knees in his bed, god, it made him want to fold you in half and fuck you till the sun comes up. He gently places his hand on your cheek.

"Y/N, there's nothing I'd love more than to play with you, but I can't do that to Nick," he stated, struggling to keep his thoughts from drifting to all the things he wanted to do with you. You frown slightly and move your hands to his waistband, toying with it. As you continue, you notice his eyes darken. Encouraged, you slide a finger under the waistband of his boxers before letting it snap back against his skin. He groans and closes his eyes in response.

"Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop," you say with innocent eyes, gliding your hands under his shirt and over his stomach. He grabs the back of your neck tightly and crashes his lips against yours. The kiss is fueled by hunger and desire. He needs you to understand how badly he wants this moment and how crazy you drive him. He’s ready to punish you for all the nasty thoughts you've caused him to have.

"Behave, I wouldn’t want to punish you now," he said, tracing your bottom lip with his thumb. His words made you squeeze your thighs tighter, which caused him to smirk. You let out a little whine when he slightly pulled away from you. "I’m going to ruin you," he whispered. "Get on all fours and face the window."

You shiver at his words, feeling a mix of anticipation and excitement. Slowly, you turn and crawl onto all fours, positioning yourself to face the window. The cool air from outside contrasts with the heat radiating from your body. He takes a moment to admire the sight before him; his desire is evident in his intense gaze. He moves behind you, his hands running over your hips and down your thighs, savoring the sensation of your skin beneath his fingers. You can feel his breath against your back, sending shivers down your spine.

"Stay still," he commands softly, his voice laced with authority. You nod, biting your lip to stifle a whimper. He begins to explore your body with deliberate, teasing touches, making your pulse race. He pushes your head down and pulls your hips up, gently tracing small patterns on your skin.

Without warning, he spanks you, the sharp sting causing you to moan into the mattress. The sound of his hand connecting with your skin echoes in the room, followed by the warmth spreading across your flesh. He leans in, his breath hot against your ear. "You like that, don't you?" he murmurs, his voice a mix of teasing and hunger. His hand rubs over the spot he just spanked, soothing and tormenting at the same time, before he delivers another firm smack, eliciting another moan from deep within you.

He continues to alternate between soothing caresses and sharp spanks, each one sending waves of sensation through your body. You can feel the heat building between your legs, the anticipation almost unbearable. "Good girl," he murmurs, his voice a compelling mix of praise and dominance. His fingers slide between your thighs, brushing lightly against your most sensitive spot, making you gasp. He teases you, his touch light and fleeting, driving you wild with desire.

Just when you think you can't take anymore, he plunges two fingers inside you, curling them just right to hit that perfect spot. You cry out, gripping the sheets as he sets a relentless rhythm, his other hand gripping your hip to keep you in place.

"Look at you, so eager and ready," he growls, increasing the pace. You drive me insane, you know that?" His voice is rough with need, and you can feel the same desperate hunger in every movement of his hand. He slowly adds a third finger, stretching you even more and making you gasp at the intensity.

"You can take it," he murmurs, his voice filled with challenge and encouragement. The sensation is overwhelming, a delicious mix of pleasure and pressure. He thrusts his fingers deeper, curling them to hit just the right spot, making your knees weak. Your moans grow louder, the pleasure building to an unbearable peak. He leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear. "You feel so perfect," he whispers. "So tight, so ready for me."

The intensity of his movements increases, his fingers working you with a relentless rhythm. The sound of your wetness fills the room, mingling with your gasps and his low groans. His other hand slides up your back, holding you firmly in place as he drives you closer and closer to the edge. "Come for me," he commands, his voice a rough whisper filled with desire. "Show me how badly you want this."

Unable to hold back any longer, you surrender to the overwhelming pleasure. Your body tightens around his fingers as you climax, waves of ecstasy crashing over you. He continues to move his fingers, prolonging your release until you're left breathless and trembling beneath him. As you come down from your high, he slowly withdraws his fingers, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your back. "Good girl," he murmurs.

Rolling you onto your back, he towers over you, his eyes dark with desire. Slowly running his hands up and down your thighs, he spreads them wide to position himself between them. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs, his hands tracing the curves of your hips before moving to your inner thighs. His touch is both tender and possessive, making you shiver with anticipation. He leans down, his breath warm against your skin, and begins to kiss a trail from your knee up to your thigh, each kiss sending a jolt of pleasure through your body.

As he moves closer to your core, his eyes lock onto yours, holding you captive with his intense gaze. "I want to taste you," he whispers his voice a low growl that sends a thrill of excitement coursing through you. Without breaking eye contact, he lowers his head and gently kisses your most sensitive spot, his tongue flicking out to tease you. You gasp at the sensation, your hands instinctively reaching down to tangle in his hair. He groans against you, the vibration adding to your pleasure, and begins to explore you with his mouth, his tongue and lips working in perfect harmony to drive you wild.

The faster his tongue moves around your clit, the more you start to squirm, overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensations. Just when you think it couldn’t get any better, he brings his fingers into the equation, shoving two inside you to match the pace of his tongue.

Your body reacts instantly, arching off the bed as you cry out in pleasure. His fingers curl inside you, expertly finding your sweet spot, while his tongue continues its relentless assault on your clit. The combination is almost too much to bear, your mind spinning with the overwhelming ecstasy.

He groans against you, the sound vibrating through your core, adding another layer of pleasure. His fingers pump in and out of you, each thrust synchronized perfectly with the flicks and swirls of his tongue. Your moans grow louder, your hands gripping the sheets as you ride the waves of pleasure. The heat builds rapidly, coiling tighter and tighter in your belly. He senses your approaching climax and intensifies his efforts, his fingers moving faster, his tongue working more fervently. The world narrows to the exquisite sensations he's creating, every nerve in your body electrified with desire.

With a final, powerful stroke of his tongue and a deep thrust of his fingers, you shatter, your orgasm crashing over you like a tidal wave. Your body convulses with the force of it, your cries filling the room as you surrender to the overwhelming bliss. He doesn't stop, prolonging your climax until you're left quivering and spent.

Noah slowly withdraws his fingers and presses a gentle kiss to your trembling thighs. He looks up at you, his eyes filled with satisfaction and desire, before crawling up your body to capture your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. As you taste yourself on him, you moan, causing him to growl.

“You love tasting yourself on me, don’t you?” he asks, hunger in his eyes. You moan in response, and he wraps your hair around his hand, pulling it back.

“Open your mouth, darling,” he commands. You do as you're told, and he spits into your mouth. Lightly tapping your cheek, he watches you close your mouth and swallow.

"Good girl," he murmurs, his voice dripping with approval. The intensity of his gaze sends shivers down your spine, and you can feel his erection pressing against you, a reminder of his own need. He leans down, capturing your lips again, this time with even more enthusiasm, his tongue exploring your mouth with a desperate hunger.

His hands roam your body, caressing and squeezing, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He shifts his hips, grinding against you, letting you feel just how much he wants you. You respond kindly, arching your body into his, your nails digging into his back.

“Do you feel what you do to me?” he growls against your lips. “I need you right now.” Pulling off his pants and boxers in one swipe, you watched as his cock sprang free from its confinement. You marvel at the beauty and pure chaos he will bestow upon you.

His eyes burn with desire as he positions himself between your legs, the tip of his cock teasing your entrance. "Look at you," he murmurs, his voice filled with awe and hunger. "You're so ready for me."

With a deliberate slowness, he begins to push inside, stretching you inch by inch. The sensation is exquisite, a mix of pleasure and delicious pressure. Your breath hitches as he fills you completely, pausing momentarily to let you adjust.

"God, you feel so good," he groans, his voice rough with need. He starts to move, setting a steady, rhythmic pace that drives you both wild. Each thrust is deep and powerful, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

Your moans grow louder, matching the intensity of his movements. He leans down, capturing your lips in a fierce, passionate kiss, his tongue dancing with yours. As he starts to pick up the pace, he begins to rail into you, the force of his thrusts causing you to cry out in pleasure.

"You're so tight," he growls against your lips, his voice filled with raw desire. "I can't get enough of you."

He lifts your legs, wrapping one around his waist while raising the other onto his shoulder. The new angle allows him to thrust even deeper, and you gasp at the intense pleasure. His eyes lock onto yours, filled with raw desire and determination.

"Hold on tight," he murmurs, his voice a rough whisper.

He resumes his rhythm with powerful, precise thrusts, each movement hitting new depths and driving you both wild. The new position amplifies every sensation, making your moans more urgent. Your hands grip his shoulders, your fingers digging into his skin as he takes you higher and higher.

"You're so beautiful like this," he groans, his pace never faltering. "I love watching you lose control, baby." He wraps a hand around your neck and squeezes gently, the pressure causing you to close your eyes and smile.

"You like that, don't you?" he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. His grip is firm but careful, a perfect balance of control and tenderness. You nod, your smile widening, a soft moan escaping your lips. His eyes darken with desire as he watches your reaction, his other hand sliding down your body to explore your curves. The sensation of his touch, combined with the gentle pressure on your neck, is almost overwhelming. You arch your back, pressing closer to him, craving more.

"You're so beautiful when you surrender to me," he whispers, his voice filled with admiration and need.

As he maintains his grip on your neck, his other hand slides down to your clit, rubbing it with expert precision. The dual sensations—the firm grip on your neck and the relentless stimulation—push you to new heights of pleasure. Your body arches against him, your cries of ecstasy filling the room.

"Look at you," he growls, his voice filled with raw desire. "So perfect, so mine."

He increases the pace of his thrusts, each deeper and more powerful than the last. The intensity builds rapidly, the pressure on your neck and the pleasure between your legs coiling tighter and tighter within you. You grip his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as you hold on, riding the waves of pleasure he’s creating.

As you approach the edge, your moans become more urgent, your body trembling with anticipation. He senses your impending release and leans in, his lips brushing against your ear.

"Come for me," he commands, his voice a low, seductive whisper.

With a final, powerful thrust and a firm squeeze on your neck, you shatter, your orgasm crashing over you in powerful waves. Your cries of ecstasy echo through the room as your body convulses around him. He follows closely behind, his climax hitting him hard. He groans your name, his body shuddering with the force of his release.

As the waves of pleasure subside, he gently loosens his grip on your neck and wraps his arms around you, holding you close. Both of you are panting and spent, your bodies intertwined. He gently kisses your forehead, his eyes filled with tenderness and satisfaction.

"You drive me crazy," he murmurs, a soft smile on his lips. "And I wouldn't have it any other way."

You smile back, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back. "Neither would I," you whisper.

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anubisfarm · 2 days

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Unethical || Harvey

Synopsis - It's time for your first Pap Smear Test with Doctor Harvey when something unexpected and unethical happens.

Warnings - NSFW.

Word Count - 2.8k.

{Caffeinate Me}

You had been in Pelican Town for just over a year now and during that time you had become increasingly close with the town’s local doctor, Harvey. Throughout the week you would bring his favourite gifts of coffee and pickles into his office, forcing the older man to fall head over heels in love with you relatively quickly. He would never pass up an opportunity to be by your side, whether it was as a friend, or as your doctor. Today though, he was your doctor. It was time for your yearly health check-up and, in fact. Was time for your first Pap Smear Test. Although you knew the examination was necessary to check for potential cancer cells, you were still dreading it. Your friends and family alike had told you that the procedure could be slightly painful and uncomfortable which only added to your already existing anxieties.

As you approached the clinic your heart was thumping so loud against your chest that you swore other villagers passing by could hear it. You stood outside the clinic and took a few deep breaths before entering, only to be greeted with Maru’s friendly face. “Ah! There you are, just in time! Doctor Harvey is waiting for you in his office.”

You offered Maru a weak smile and nodded, “thanks Maru.”

You slumped your way down the hall to Harvey’s office, all while trying to stop yourself from bolting out of the clinic with every step you took. After what felt like an eternity, you reached the door and after another deep breath you knocked. A faint ‘come in’ sounded from the opposite side of the door and you slowly opened it, peering your head around the corner. Harvey was smiling at you already. “Y/N, it’s lovely to see you,” he greeted, motioning for you to enter his office further.

“It’s lovely to see you too Harvey, although I wish the circumstances were different,” you mumbled, stepping further into the room.

Harvey looked at you sympathetically and smiled. “You’re in good hands here Y/N, you’ve nothing to fear.”

“You know hospitals make me nervous,” you said as you sat down in the chair opposite his desk. Immediately you began tapping your foot on the floor anxiously, which didn’t go unnoticed by Harvey.

He typed some notes up on his computer before turning his attention to you once again. “I know it’s easier said than done but please try not to be nervous. I’m here to help you and ensure that everything is fine with your health.”

You trusted Harvey with your life as both your friend and doctor, but still you couldn’t shake the nerves you were feeling about the Pap Smear examination. Your lips pressed into a thin line before you finally managed to stammer out, “w-will it hurt?”

“I’m not going to lie to you Y/N, I’ve heard it can be quite uncomfortable but it will only last a few moments and I’ll do my best to make you as comfortable as possible,” he paused and offered you a reassuring smile. “Now, whenever you’re ready you can step behind that screen there and remove the bottom half of your clothes.”

You looked at the screen a few feet away from his desk and nodded. For a few seconds, your feet reused to move but eventually you stood up from the chair and walked behind the screen. You looked around the small section of the room and noticed there was a hospital bed and next to it, a small station sink with a cabinet underneath it. The hospital bed had been made up for you, a small paper-like blanket had been folded neatly on the bed for you to cover your bottom half up. With a sharp exhale, you tucked your thumbs under the waistband of your trousers and underwear, pulling them down to your ankles in one fell swoop. You stepped out of your trousers and lay yourself down on the bed, grabbing the paper-like blanket to cover what remaining dignity you had left. Finally, after a few seconds of deliberating if this was really worth the embarrassment, you called out to Harvey. “I’m ready.”

Harvey walked behind the screen and pulled a small wheeling cart with him. Once he was behind the screen, he put on a pair of transparent gloves and flexed his fingers. “If you could bend your knees up for me please and put them together.” He sat down at the end of the bed before looking at you. “I’m going to lift this sheet and take a look, okay?” You nodded your head in understanding as your face flushed with embarrassment.

Meanwhile on the other side of the situation, Harvey’s heart was racing. He couldn’t help but feel slightly perverted as he slowly lifted up the sheet, revealing your exposed pussy to him. Harvey couldn’t believe he was actually seeing you, up close and personal. Harvey bit his bottom lip as he inspected your pussy, his mouth practically watering at the sight. When Harvey never spoke, you whispered to him. “Is everything okay?”

He cleared his throat before answering you. “Y-Yeah. Everything is fine.” Then, he stood up and made his way over to the small stationed sink next to the bedside and reached into the cabinet underneath it. “I’m just grabbing some lubricant. It’ll be a lot easier to insert the speculum if you’re… well, lubed up.”

“Speculum?” You asked softly, looking at Harvey as he squeezed some of the transparent, odourless liquid onto his fingers.

“Yes, speculum. That’s the name of this tool I’ll be using today,” Harvey nodded his head towards the wheeling cart and the instrument located on it. He then returned to his place at the end of the bed, between your legs and let out a silent, deep breath. “This might feel a little cold, but it will only last a second.” With that warning, and a nod of your head in understanding, Harvey pressed two fingers against your entrance quickly. A soft gasp left your lips at the cooling sensation and you felt yourself clench slightly as Harvey retracted his fingers. At your gasp, the older man felt his heart skip several beats and a varying number of inappropriate thoughts flashed through his mind. Harvey tripped to keep his now throbbing cock at bay as he looked at your glistening pussy and he swore a bit of saliva fell from the corner of his mouth and onto his lap. Shaking his head lightly, Harvey grabbed the speculum from the small medical table he had wheeled in with him.

“That looks like a torture device,” you said with a nervous chuckle, looking down at the speculum in Harvey’s hand.

“It does look scary, but I promise it’s not as bad as you’re thinking. It won’t be pleasant, but it won’t be unbearably painful either.” You nodded your head once again in response and sucked in a deep breath as Harvey placed the speculum at your entrance. “I’m going to push it in now, okay?”

“O-Okay,” you whispered. Without hesitation, Harvey pushed the lubricated speculum inside you, ripping yet another gasp from your throat. He opened the speculum and looked inside, taking note of the things he needed to do before grabbing a swab and taking a sample.

After a few seconds of an uncomfortable feeling, Harvey slowly pulled the speculum from you. “There. All done.” Harvey looked up from between your legs and offered you a weak smile and placed the speculum off to the side for sterilisation once you had left his office.

“Done?” You asked, letting out a breath you had been holding in and sighed, your legs collapsing flat onto the bed and covering yourself with the thin paper-like blanket yet again. You looked at Harvey and offered him a weak smile before your eyes casted down to his little ‘problem’ between his legs. The colour drained from Harvey’s face when he saw your gaze downcast to his crotch and he immediately began to stammer out a sentence.

“I-I didn’t mean to - I couldn’t help it - I just-”

“Harvey, it’s okay,” you whispered softly, propping yourself up on your elbows. “I may just be a farmer, but I know the basics of human sex organs. You don’t have to be a doctor to understand that.”

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” Harvey mumbled, playing with his fingers that rested gently on his lap.

“Uncomfortable? “ You asked him quizzically.

“Well, yes,” Harvey adjusted his glasses awkwardly as he shifted down in his seat. “It’s not professional at all and it’s extremely unethical.”

Your brain didn’t even get a chance to process the words before you blurted out, “do you need some help?” Your eyes widened as soon as the sentence left your lips and so did Harvey’s. Had he heard you right? To save face, you just allowed yourself to continue talking. “You know… Do you need me to help you get rid of your erection?”

“Y/N!” Harvey managed to stammer out, his face now bright red from shame and embarrassment.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about Harvey,” you whispered softly. “It’s natural.”

“Thank you for being so… Understanding,” Harvey mumbled softly.

“So,” you whispered out softly, a teasing grin on your lips. “Do you want some help or not?” Harvey hesitated, unsure of what to say or do. On one hand, he wanted you so badly. The sight of your pussy alone had nearly pushed him to orgasm. On the other hand, he didn’t want to ruin possibly the only real friendship he had in Pelican Town. It took a few seconds of awkward silence before Harvey finally nodded a ‘yes’ in response to your question. You sat up, the paper-like blanket falling from your lap, and pulled him down on top of you so both of his hands were resting on either side of your head. Harvey gazed down at you with a look of longing in his eyes and slowly, he inched his face towards yours until your lips were placed firmly against his. The kiss was clumsy and it was clear to you at that moment that this man had limited experience when it came to women, if any. His tongue ran over your bottom lip in a desperate attempt to wriggle its way into your mouth, but teasingly, you kept your lips pressed together. Harvey let out a needy whimper and a simple ‘please’ left his lips. Sighing dreamily, you parted your lips and allowed Harvey’s tongue to delve into your mouth with such an eagerness you don’t think you had ever experienced. Your hands quickly began to unbuckle his trousers, feeling his straining erection pushing almost painfully against them. “Harvey,” you whispered softly against his lips, pulling his trousers and underwear down to his knees, allowing his cock to spring free. For someone so shy and anxious, you never expected him to be as large as he was, his cock was thick and veiny and heavily pressing against your exposed heat.

“Y/N,” Harvey gasped. He felt the wetness of your cunt slick the side of his cock as he bucked his hips up against you desperately. “Can I put it in? Please.” How could you deny him when he begged so deliciously. You nodded your head and Harvey immediately jumped for joy, slicking the tip of his cock up your wet folds before slowly inching himself in. A gasp ripped from his throat as he fully sheathed himself inside of you, halting for a moment to allow you to adjust to his length. “Oh… You’re so tight.”

“Harvey,” you whined out, bucking your hips up against his in a desperate attempt to get him to start moving.

With clumsy thrusts, Harvey begins to move against you. His hands still rested next to your head, keeping himself upright as he moved against you slowly. Harvey was adamant he had never felt anything better than your pussy wrapped around his cock, adamant that there was no better feeling in the world that could compare. As his hips snapped against yours, Harvey’s lips met yours in a frantic kiss and a soft moan left him. “Yoba, Y/N,” he grunted against your lips. His moustache tickled your top lip, but it only seemingly added to the pleasure you were feeling. Moan after moan left your lips, as your legs wrapped around his waist to pull him ever closer to you. “You’re so wet for me. It’s intoxicating.”

“Mhm,” you nod your head, trying to keep as quiet as you could. After all, you were in the doctor's office. Harvey kissed down your lips, to your jaw until he reached the sweet spot on your neck. He immediately began sucking on the tender flesh of your throat as soft noises left your mouth. This only spurred him on more, and soon he was leaving big red hickey’s along your neck. The pleasure only intensified when Harvey angled your hips so he could reach deeper inside of you. You were right on the edge. “Harvey, I’m going to cum,” you moaned out softly as your hands made their way to your clit, rubbing harsh and quick circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Cum for me sweetheart,” Harvey moaned out as he felt the walls of your cunt contract around him, gripping his cock like a vice. Just as he had said those words, your orgasm rippled through you like a tidal wave. Your legs tightened around his waist before going slack, shaking with the pleasure you felt as Harvey continued to thrust against you haphazardly. As he felt you contract around him, Harvey knew that he would follow close behind, his breathing increased rapidly as his hips sped up of their own accord. “Where do you want me?” He asked breathlessly.

“Inside, please, inside,” you begged pathetically, your body still shaking from your release.

Harvey didn’t even think about the potential consequences. Instead, he took your begging as consent and immediately, his orgasm ripped through him from the sound of your begging, mixed with your tight heat wrapped around him. “Oh my,” Harvey groaned out as his entire body shook with ecstasy. His hips spluttered against yours as rope after rope shot from his cockhead and his head fell back, mouth open wide with pleasure. “I love you,” he whimpered as his hips thrusted against you a few more times before finally stilling.

Your eyes were wide at his admission, but you couldn’t deny that your heart was beating rapidly against your chest. “I love you too,” you whispered back, causing Harvey to stiffen at your words. He couldn’t believe that the words had slipped past his lips, but then again, he couldn’t believe any of this had happened.

After a few seconds of silence, Harvey spoke up as he propped himself up above you so he could look down at you. “You do?”

You nodded your head eagerly, a sweet smile playing on your lips. “Yes.”

Harvey felt his heart skip a few beats at your words and a blush covered his face when he realised he was softening inside of you. He leaned down to kiss you once again, muttering against your lips. “I love you so much.”

You kissed back when there was a knock on Harvey’s office door followed by Maru’s voice. “Doctor Harvey, your next patient is here to see you.”

Harvey pulled his lips away from yours and groaned before calling back, “be right out!” Maru’s footsteps walked away from the door and Harvey finally pulled out of your sticky cunt with a low whine before whispering to you, “will I see you again?”

You watched him quizzically as he pulled his trousers and underwear back up around his hips. “Why wouldn’t you?” You asked eventually after a few seconds of watching him. Harvey shrugged slightly and rubbed his moustache awkwardly. You grinned at him. “Come by my farm tonight after work, okay?”

“What for?” Harvey asked, tilting his head as it was now his turn to watch you get your bottom-half dressed.

“Just… trust me, okay?” You said with a smile. Harvey nodded his head and returned your smile before walking over to you and wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling his face into your neck, inhaling your scent with a contented sigh.

“I’ll see you later then,” he whispered before placing a soft kiss on your cheek. “Now, I have to get back to work.”

“I’ll see you later, Doctor,” you whispered, giving him a nod before turning on your heels to walk out of the door.

You bid goodbye to Maru as you left the clinic and made your way back to the farm. Smiling to yourself, you tended to the farm and your animals, something that you were too anxious to do earlier. As you moved you felt Harvey’s spend trickle down your thigh, a constant reminder of what had happened at your appointment. Your heart skipped a few beats and you had to pinch yourself for the moment to feel real in your mind. You couldn’t wait for that evening, to see Harvey again in the comfort of your own home with no time limit. Maybe he’d even spend the night… Who knew what would happen, only time would tell.

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heavenlyraindrops · 19 hours

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♱Father Forgive Me (For I have Sinned) ~Chapter Twenty One♱

Lucifer Morningstar x Angel!Reader Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Chapter Twenty One Warnings: profanity, threats, mentions of abuse Visit my pinned post to see all other chapters.

♱ In which the purest soul in Heaven falls from grace… for the Devil. ♱

[Chapter Twenty One]

“Valentino,” you snapped, Angel Dust’s hand still clutched in yours as you stalked over to the hideous moth man.

“[name], no,” Angel hissed. “He’ll just-“ he glanced around nervously as he tugged you to a stop. “I mean, Charlie tried to stick up for me and it just made things worse so maybe you shouldn’t-“

“Angel, I hold far more authority over him than Charlie did,” you assured him, the princess's name turning sour on your tongue. “He can’t afford to hurt you again if I say no.” You patted his shoulder. “Trust me.”

Angel didn’t look assured, but bit his lip and nodded anyway.

“Yes, ángel?” Valentino drawled from behind you. You tensed up in disgust as the sickly sweet stench of his smoke filled the air. You spun around, forcing a malevolent smile onto your face.

“Listen, you sick bastard,” you chuckled, keeping your voice as calm a possible despite the profanities leaving your mouth. “I should have smited you for touching me just today- stomping on your head clearly wasn’t enough.” Your grin widened as you tapped the side of your own head, mocking the bandage wrapped around his skull. Angel looked at you in awe. “But since I have decided to be so generous and not get rid of you, the least you could do is treat this young man well.” You gestured to Angel Dust.

Valentino’s eyes narrowed in fury, but before he could say anything you grabbed him by the furs around his neck and pulled him down to your height.

“Listen, cunt,” you hissed. “You don’t do what I say- and I will know if you don’t, so don’t even try- then not only will I leave the Vees, I’ll crush you all one by one.” Your lips curled into a satisfied smile at the look of fury mixed with fear on his face. “How would you explain losing someone as valuable as me to Vox and Vel?”

Valentino stared at you for a second, eyes blazing, then straightened up and spat the cigar from between his lips. “Come on, angel baby,” he beckoned at Angel. “Let’s finish the shoot, now, hmm?” He shot another furious glance at you as you left, waving at them from the doorway.

Angel grinned at you, face flushing with ecstasy as the door shut.

The door to the hotel lobby creaked open, spilling the first of the cold morning rays into the room. Charlie perked up as Angel Dust entered the room.

“Did you see her? What did she say? Oh my god, you missed so much after you left yesterday.” Charlie babbled as she grabbed Angel’s hands, leading him to the couch and sitting him down on it. Lucifer groaned, running his hands through his hair as he took another gulp from his coffee.

“What’d I miss, toots?” Angel Dust asked, and Charlie immediately launched into a retelling of everything Alastor had showed them.

“And where’s Smiles now?” He asked, squinting as he looked around the lobby.

“He’s disappeared,” Vaggie sighed, crossing her arms. “We haven’t seen him since last night.

“Good riddance,” Lucifer muttered.

Angel Dust stayed silent for a few seconds. “Not gonna lie, that doesn’t really sound like her.”

“Huh?”

“The recording Alastor showed ya. I don’t think she’d do that.”

“Hah!” Lucifer jabbed a finger at Charlie. “See! I told you that the bastard was lying.”

Charlie stood up, crossing her arms. “That doesn’t prove anything.”

Vaggie sighed. “Yeah, people can be- people turn out to be different from who you thought they were.” She looked away. Lucifer curled his hands into tight fists.

But he knew you. He loved you. And you’d loved him. And the fact that no one else would see, or listen, made fury scratch at the back of his throat, begging to be released. He sucked in a deep breath, whirling around to Angel Dust.

“But you saw her.”

Angel shrugged. “Yeah. She’s-“ he stopped, as he realized the gravity of his words. “I think she’s workin’ with the Vees now.”

“What?” Charlie spluttered. Angel Dust spread his hands helplessly.

“I saw her outside the studio, we smoked a cigarette together, and she told me she worked with Val. I’m assumin’ that means she’s workin’ with the rest of ‘em too.” He sighed. “I said, “but ya ain’t an overlord,” and she said somethin’ like…” he waved his hand around, “‘Not yet,’ or uh…’not for long.’ Said she was plannin’ to show up on the news again, be an overlord by the end of today.”

“What else happened?” Lucifer said quickly. Angel Dust looked at him.

“Well, I told her about the whole redemption thing, the hotel I mean, and she totally blew up in my face.” He looked at Charlie. “She said you ‘had some explainin’ to do,’ whatever that means.”

“You didn’t think to ask her?” Vaggie groaned.

“I did!” Angel Dust snapped. “An’ all she said was that Charlie would know what it means.”

Everyone looked at Charlie expectantly.

“D-don’t look at me!” She spluttered. “I’m as confused as the rest of you guys.”

“Anything else happen?” Lucifer urged. Angel Dust shrugged.

“Nah, not really. She helped me out with Val, though.” He looked at Charlie. “Basically did what you did that day, tried to get him off my back, ya know. Except she did it, uh… how do I put this…” he sucked in a breath through his teeth. “Better?”

“What’d she do?”

“She just threatened him a bit, put him in his place, ya know. Except this time it actually worked, so. Props to her.”

Charlie chewed her nails as Angel Dust went up to his room. “What do you think she meant by me having a lot of explaining to do?”

“I don’t know, Apple Pie, which is why I need to find her and figure it out, okay?” Lucifer sighed, pulling her in for a hug. “Now, if she doesn’t show up soon, I’ll go looking for her this afternoon.”

“I’ll come with you,” Vaggie said. Lucifer grinned and patted her shoulder.

“Thanks Maggie.”

Vaggie smiled tiredly. “Of course.”

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ushijimaschubbs · 3 days

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"just please understand...."

an: im sorry if this sucks I have exams and i really wanted to finish this request. this is not proofread btw. based on this request. have fun reading anon and thank you so much for this adorable request <33

synopsis: reader has a bad luck in love and their bestfriend kuroo picks up the pieced after heartbreak while he's in love with them.

1.2k words

pairings: timeskip bestfriend!kuroo tetsurou × reader

warnings: breakup, cheating, reader has bad luck in love leading to multiple heartbreaks, slight angst

the sunlight felt too bright this morning as you tried to shield yourself from it by covering your face with the nearest pillow. the dreadful memories from last night started clouding your mind when you remembered how you had to break up with your ex boyfriend because you found him flirting with multiple girls online. tears rolled down your the bridge of your nose as you tried to find your phone on the table, only to see 20 missed calls from kuroo. you sprang up from your bed and called him immediately knowing he is going to be pissed off because you probably drunk dialled him last night after the brutal breakup.

"oh wow look who has decided to wake up. it's 1pm", kuroo spat on the other line.

"I'm really sorry, kuroo. i was having a really awful night okay? please don't shout at me I'm still so hungover", you cried, falling back into the mattress.

"i don't remember the last time you had a good night actually, princess. i was really worried for you and I couldn't even check up on you because I'm still on this business trip", he sounded annoyed and pissed off and this really wasn't the first time. you didn't blame him since you did find yourself in horrible situations ever so often in your love life. cupid did not do anything for you because if it had, you wouldn't end up with rat looking, bad kissers every time you had a liking for someone. you were simply questioning your taste at this point and kuroo was clearly growing tired of watching you struggle, and worse cry yourself to sleep ever so often.

what you didn't know was how much kuroo longed for you but he was too scared to admit it in the fear of rejection and the loss of his bestfriend, he didn't want to give up something so precious only for it to break into pieces in future, if it ever does that is.

"i promise i won't jump into anything too hastily after this okay? and when are you returning? i really miss your stupid face, jackass", you replied, trying to lighten the mood because you knew kuroo was furious right now.

"im returning in a week and i swear I will keep my eyes on you at all times because I really don't like seeing you like this, y/n. you're my bestfriend and you deserve so much better please",he sighed and proceeded to hang up as his coworker urged him to the meeting room.

after this call, you swore to yourself you won't go out with any guy anymore no matter what happened but guess what, it hadn't even been two weeks before you were going insane over your new neighbour. his blonde locks and hazel eyes had you on a chokehold and you rambled on about it to kuroo who knew this was not going to end well. you went on two dates with this neighbour guy and gushed about him to your bestfriend, describing where he took you, how he treated you, how he paid for your dates blah blah.

"that's very bare minimum, y/n. I've done way more for you and you know that", kuroo blurted out in the middle of your rambling.

"yeah but he's not you, stupid. he's sweet, and kind and he has such beautiful hands you have no idea", starry eyed you went to bed peacefully that night not knowing what was going to take place the next day.

it was your third date now with this neighbour boy and he took you to a classy family restaurant, pulled your chair to seat you, ordered your favourite food and ran circles on your calves with his toes as he looked into your eyes. that was until a girl who had just entered the restaurant stormed towards your table and started screaming on top of her voice about how this guy was her boyfriend, and they had been going out for months now. you couldn't register what she was saying, the noise of shouting and him explaining himself drowned as you lost balance and fell on the chair. your head hurt and you knew you had to leave immediately. you ran towards the road, looking down in shame and got into the nearest cab. the entire night you kept calling kuroo, hoping to confide in him only to remember that he was supposed to be on a date too leading you to cry yourself to sleep that night.

you woke up to several knocks on your door and someone shouting your name outside loud enough for everyone in the building to hear. you made your way towards the door and found kuroo sweating profusely and out of breath.

"I'm so sorry y/n I'm really sorry I passed out last night after the date and my phone was on silent are you fine is everything okay??"

"yeah don't worry my bad luck in love just doesn't seem to leave", you sighed, plopping on the cream coloured sofa in your living room.

"what happened this time?"

"he was already in a relationship"

kuroo was usually always annoyed everytime you would tell him about a crush, or a bad date or even a relationship but this time he looked enraged.

"you can't be that blind right y/n"

"huh what do you mean"

"i mean we've been friends for almost idk our entire life and we've spent literally every fucking day together. there hasn't been a single day I have wanted to wake up and the only reason why I do anyways is you. you are my first thought of the day and every other thought after that and I simply cannot go on even a day more without saying this to you but I've always and always loved you y/n and I'm tired of other undeserving men breaking your heart everytime and I will not stand it anymore. my heart beats for you everyday so please..." he breathes hard "just please understand." he was now standing right over you, his eyes not leaving your face for even a second as you tried to process each of his words.

"kuroo what how why have you never told me this", you cried wondering how oblivious you were to all his feelings for so long.

"because I don't want to lose you. i never ever want to have to go through the loss of you as my bestfriend and i cannot risk that but I also can't see your heart break everytime because of some jerk and if that means risking our friendship I don't mind because I want you to be mine only", he urged as he sat next to you, taking your hand in his and caressing your fingers with his thumb.

"you'll never lose me kuroo, I promise you that. trust me. I'm sorry for being so unaware of what you felt for me. why don't we start by going on a date first? is that fine?", you said while closing the distance between you two by pressing your lips on his, your noses touching slightly. he was gentle and soft and you could taste the shared breath, feel the thud of your combined heartbeat as he held you close, making sure he's never letting you go again.

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katarite-franz · 2 days

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Midnight Sinning with my Brother

CW: incest, bodily fluids

all characters depicted are 18+

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I was awoken by a cold breeze along my back as my duvet was lifted, my eyes tired to adjust to the darkness as my delirious mind clung to the remnants of a dream I was having.

Before I could even turn my head I felt the length of his warm body against my back, his hands traced my waist and wrapped around me, pulling my sleepy form into him, enveloping me in a guilty cocoon of his heat and musk.

“It’s just me,” His hushed voice caressed my cheek with his warm breath, “Mom and Dad are asleep.” His reassurance was all I needed as I melted into him, wiggling my hips against him.

“Are you sure they won’t hear us?” My voice was sleepy, harbouring a yawn, My heart fluttered with the anticipation of another illicit encounter with my older brother. He began sneaking into my room a couple of nights ago.

On that fateful night we sat in the living on opposite sofas, I was wearing my pink pyjama shorts, watching his shirtless chest, his slim frame adorned with defined muscle, things I never noticed growing up. Almost instinctively I brought my knees up to my chest and timidly opened my legs, hoping he’d be watching.

As that evening progressed I didn’t dare look his way, my heart pounded as I gently opened my legs, revealing the soft curves of my legs and the thin barrier of pink fabric between them. My fingers wandered down, gently and “accidentally” brushing the fabric aside, slowly revealing more and more of my femininity to him, I needed him to see me. I could feel the cold air of the room on the exposed skin of my pussy. I quickly glanced over at him, catching him stealing glances. His attention made me instantly slicken with excitement, I wanted him to see it, the glistening invitation.

Later that night I laid awake, wrestling with the guilt and shame of my actions. How could I let these feral emotions drive me to such unholy depths of depravity. Yet, as I lay there, the mere thought of his touch caused my shorts to stick to me and my heart to quicken. I focused on our relationship, the friendly touches, the prolonged hugs, his knee grazing mine on road trips, God, I wanted more.

The turmoil of my solitude was cut short, I heard the faintest knock on the door, I knew immediately who it was. My voice fluttered as I invited him in, “It’s open” my voice cracked as the door creaked open, his silhouette appearing in view, promising a permanent shift in our relationship.

He quietly approached my bed, avoiding the creaking floorboards. I pulled the duvet up to my lips, peering deep into his eyes through the darkness, “What’s up?” I whispered, feigning ignorance at this impending unholy union. I rubbed my thighs together with a carnal anticipation of his touch, the looming closeness and the taboo of this connection.

“The heater in my room is busted, do you mind if I jump in with you?” His request stirred a thrilling conflict in my mind, will I break this barrier? Will I let my brother into my bed?

“I’m…” The word teetered on my lips, “I’m cold too.” The invitation spilled out of me like the wet affection earlier that evening. Before I could collect my thoughts, the bed sagged under his weight as the heavy blankets shifted.

His gentle hands wrapped lovingly around my waist as I felt his warmth enter the bed. He pulled me firmly into him as we tried desperately to remain silent. I felt his face at the back of my head, tangled in the mess of my hair, his thighs at the back of mine, his exposed torso along my back igniting a current of forbidden heat.

The pretence of sleep was futile as I laid awake deliberating whether his feeling mirrored mine, was this just an innocent moment between siblings or was it more? What I needed it to be? I gently moved and lifted my shirt up, letting my bare back press into his searing abdomen, the sensation was a visceral and forbidden connection of bodies, I wanted to melt into him and become one.

I sensed his excitement in that moment, his hips pulled in a telling manoeuvre, even if nothing were to happen I wanted to feel his affection.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, feigning ignorance. As he squirmed back, I could feel his lips part with an answer as hit warm breath ignited the back of my neck; “I’m sorry, I’m just…” Emboldened, I interrupted his excuses, ”You don’t want me to feel it?” I whispered the playful question into my pillow as I pushed my hips back into him while his grip around my belly tightened, I elicited a hushed groan from his lips.

I could feel it straining through his shorts, pushing me open as I pressed my ass into it, my brother’s big cock, swelling just for me. It was lewd, disgusting thought but I revelled in it. I needed him to escalate as my mind was in a delirious torment of shame and ecstasy.

“Are you sure this is okay?” His question burned through me, “As long as you don’t wake mum and dad up.” I assured him.

His hips pressed into my as his hands traced a delicate path down my waist onto the cusp of my hip, his fingers pulling up the fabric of my sheers shorts until they bunched at my cheeks. I squirmed, feeling his cock weaving lines of forbidden love on my skin.

“I saw what you were doing earlier and I had to come see you.” His voice was rough with arousal as we moved together under the rustling covers.

“Shhhh” I quietened his voice, as my hands reached back, pulling down his shorts. I felt his legs work to pull them down the rest of the way. My heart pounded and my stomach sank as I felt the rigid heat of my brother’s cock pressing into the supple skin of my ass, the tip was soft and slick with his own affection for his little sister. He moaned my name into the pillow as his hips tensed and shuddered with every contact.

I lifted my leg slightly, inviting access between my warm thighs. I felt him wiggle behind me, letting his cock slip into the leg of my shorts with electrifying hesitation. I felt the heat and pressure of his twitching shaft against the full length of my pussy. I blushed at the obscene sounds of my soaked lips as he rubbed against them. The sloppy caress of our forbidden union cutting through the late-night silence. I closed my legs around his cock, as he moaned in agonising pleasure, trapped in the heat of his sister.

“Does it feel good for you?” He asked with a trembling hesitation, his concern for my pleasure melting me deeper into him. I nodded silently while pressing my face into the pillow. He was thrusting gently, gliding between the lips of my pussy, his tip rubbing and weaving delicious circles on the bud of my yearning clit. I tensed my thighs as he angled his hips, more and more contact with my clit as his cock pulled on my shorts.

I gripped my pillow and pulled it into my face as I panted frantic breath, I had to muffle the sounds of our shame as I felt a pressure building in my belly, The sounds of our union growing sloppier and wetter. His forearms tensed around my belly holding me firmly, unyielding.

I knew letting my brother make me cum with his cock was something we couldn’t come back from. But, the sweet smell of his sweat and sounds of his raspy moans emptied my mind of all common sense as I surrendered my body to him, letting the pleasure take me.

His cock as stirring the lips of my pussy, caressing my clit with an animalistic fervour. Each pass of his slickened tip brining me closer to the inevitable. I flexed and tighthead my legs, amplifying the sensation as my belly began to convulse with he pent up pleasure. I tried to hold out as my muscles stopped obeying me and a wave of pleasure washed over me, spreading heat and a torrent of ecstasy through my body, My nails dug into the pillow as I muffled a feral groan of release, I was cumming all over my big brother’s cock and I liked it.

“Cum for me, please…” I uttered the desperate plea as by body shuddered under the hot covers. I needed to make him feel good too.

“I’m so close.” He groaned into my ear, the sound of his voice announcing his climax made me buckle with renewed pleasure as he grew harder and hotter between my legs.

His face burrowed into the nape of my neck as he moaned and writhed, his cock beginning to pulse and twitch between my legs, threatening to break free of my grip. Suddenly, a wet warmth spread over my sensitive clit, potent streams of cum drenching me and pooling on my thighs, marking my sheets with our shared sin. There was so much. A present for his little sister.

We lay there in the aftermath, shocked and confused. His grip held me tightly as his heart pounded into my back, comforting me. I turned to speak, but his lips found mine before words could form. A kiss steeped in pure, illicit passion. “I’ll come back tomorrow, and as often as you want me to,” he whispered, a promise of something beyond lust.

Since then, we've been together every night.

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