#view to wakeup to

[joelscurls]

best kept secret

pairing: dbf!Joel Miller x f!reader

words: 6.7k

summary: In an attempt to keep your relationship secret, Joel agrees to a blind date set up by his best friend / your father. You don't take it well.

warnings: 18+ minors dni, pre-outbreak, age gap (reader is in her early 20s, Joel is 36), secret relationship, angst, explicit smut, oral (f!receiving), unprotected piv, semi-public sex, car sex, creampie, some fluff; lmk if I missed anything!

a/n: so sorry it took me almost a month to post something new ffs - life got busy and my inspiration simultaneously disappeared. but we're back, baby! anyway, dbf!joel owns my ass, so here's my rendition of him. as always, ty to my baby @javisashtray for reading this over for me and helping me through the creative process <3

Joel’s bedroom window offers a perfect view of the sunrise; of shy, pink light creeping over treetops and the roof of your dad’s house across the street.

It’s gorgeous — breathtaking, even — maybe because you can count on one hand the number of times you’ve actually seen the crest of morning. You’re far more privy to late nights and sleeping in as long as you can push it,  never been one to be up with the lark, so to speak.

You don’t mind the early wakeup call, though, not when it’s this: Joel’s head tucked between your thighs, his tongue rolling lazily over your clit, your eyes still adjusting to the light as he spreads you open for him.

He’s humming against you, his coarse beard tickling soft skin, thumbs dug into muscle to hold you in place as your back bows reflexively off the mattress. He looks so sweet like this, so eager to please, staring up at you with blown pupils.

“C’mon baby,” he purrs. “Just gimme one before you go.”

They’re the first words he’s said all morning, the first thought that’s necessitated utterance. His voice is hoarse and deep and drips honey-sweet at your core. 

Even so, despite how badly you want to — because you always want Joel’s mouth on you — you’re not sure you can. 

Because you need to get home before Denise next door leaves for her early shift. Before Susan a few houses down takes her dog out for a walk.

Before the neighborhood wakes and somebody sees you leaving Joel Miller’s house. Or worse, before your dad catches you slipping into the house in yesterday’s clothes, your car in the driveway still cold.

But with another experimental flick of Joel’s tongue, you forget all that, a content little sigh slipping past your parted lips, betraying you.

Just one, you tell yourself, and then you’ll head out.

“Fuck, okay — yeah,” you breathe, twisting your fingers into the roots of his curls.

With your permission, he buries his nose in your mound. Licks at you again — with more purpose, this time. One long, drawn out lap followed by another.  

He’s so gentle with you, so careful, caressing your folds with his tongue like they’re made of paper. It’s a dizzying juxtaposition to the way he laid you down last night and fucked you, teeth scraping your neck and cock bruising your cervix.

You’re still sore, your walls tender where he stretched them, but your pussy is drooling nonetheless, surely making a mess of the bedsheets underneath you.

Because you’re insatiable when it comes to Joel. 

For the past few weeks, since the first time you’d found yourself in his bed, you’ve craved him. Regardless of how sated he’s left you each and every time, you’ve needed more. 

It’s dangerous and stupid and undeniably wrong, having a fling with your dad’s best-friend. But you’re finding it difficult to consider the morality of it all when just his tongue makes you come harder than any other man’s cock ever has. 

That tongue, now dipping into your apex, drawing more slick out of you as his thumb finds your swollen clit — It’s overwhelming how good it feels, how good he is at this.

He’s bringing you to the edge languidly, savoring the taste of you, the feel of your silky flesh. It’s like he doesn’t want this to be over, needs to stretch the moment as far as it’ll go, milk every last second before you slip from his grasp.

But it’s going to end soon; it’s inevitable with the way he’s laving your pussy, the crushed velvet of his tongue gliding through your folds so wet and warm. Your orgasm is building, and you’re powerless to stave it off any longer.

“Joel,” you warn, his name a high-pitched whine. 

“Shh, I know babygirl; it’s okay.” 

Two of his fingers hook at your entrance and push in, pacifying you as his thumb continues working your clit. “I got you. Let go for me, sweetheart.”

The soothe of his voice floods your senses like nitrous; renders your body loose and your head foggy. You come apart with a string of shattered breaths, eyes rolled back and fingers twisted into the duvet.

Joel talks you through it: that’s it, pretty girl; so good for me; always so good for me, and though he sounds so far away, his words are the only thing keeping you tethered to reality.

The world comes back into view slowly. Air settles in your lungs. And you can’t help but laugh at how fucked-out you feel when you peer down at Joel, his gaze already locked on you, expectantly.

“Okay?” he asks, rubbing at your inner thigh.

“Yeah,” you exhale, corners of your lips pulling taut. “More than okay.”

He smiles back at you. Props himself up with hands planted either side of you on the mattress and hovers over your feeble form.

“Good,” he whispers, dipping his head down to kiss your forehead, your nose, your mouth. He licks into you, letting you taste yourself on him — a little sweet, a little bitter — and his lips are so soft that you nearly melt. “Did so good, angel.” 

You want nothing more than to spend all day in this bed with him. Return the favor a few times over. Learn what he looks like in the afternoon sun against the backdrop of navy blue sheets. What he tastes like after his coffee rather than before.

“I don’t want to leave,” you admit against his mouth and he frowns, taking one of your hands in his. He presses a kiss to each of your knuckles, one by one, his eyes never straying from yours.

“I don’t want you to either, darlin’. But you can come back tonight, yeah?”

Tonight. Hours away. A whole day between now and then. But it’ll have to do. 

“Tonight,” you repeat. Solidify it. 

You slink home just as the street lights dim.

The house is quiet when you enter, apart from the incessant ticking of the grandmother clock in the living room. It sets off a throbbing in your head, a dull pang right at the front of your skull that you massage with two fingers as you ascend the stairs.

You move cautiously up each step, wincing at every creak of old wood. It must take minutes to reach the second-floor landing, and then you’re tiptoeing past your father’s room, listening for signs of sleep behind the seal of his door. Sure enough, you catch it, a single, drawn-out snore, loud enough that you let your feet fall, shuffling the rest of the way to the bathroom across the hall.

You immediately crank the shower on, climbing in as soon as you see steam. Lathering your skin with citrus-scented body wash, the smell of sex washes off your body and down the drain.

The warm water soothes your sore muscles; bittersweet relief. You stand there until the stream grows icy, stepping out and toweling yourself off just as you hear the familiar blare of your dad’s alarm on the other side of the wall.

By the time you’ve dressed and made your way downstairs, he’s already in the kitchen, nursing a cup of coffee with his back to you. 

Sink empty, counters borderline sparkling, a coaster tucked under his warm mug — your father is a neat man. He does not take kindly to mess.

God forbid, anybody disrupt the sacred balance of his home; move something and forget to put it back, break something of his that should be kept intact.

“Hey.”

“Hey, kiddo,” he yawns. Turns to face you. “You were up early. Heard the shower going.”

“Couldn’t sleep,” you lie.

“Something on your mind?”

Heat blooms across your chest and up your neck. There’s no way he knows — you’ve been far too careful. Still, you’re on edge, and the question lodges itself between your ribs uncomfortably as you frantically search for an answer.

“Uh, n-no,” you stutter. “Just work stuff, I guess.”

He seems to buy it, reaching for the percolator and re-filling his mug with a sigh, “Just gotta give it time. You only just started. Plus, it’s your first job out of school. They don’t expect you to know it all right away.”

It’s good advice, if not misguided. You nod as if you’re absorbing it, taking it straight to heart. As if your mind isn’t preoccupied.

You grab a mug from the cabinet. Fill it with coffee and creamer. Perch yourself at the breakfast table and take a slow, steadying sip.

The caffeine has just about seeped into your bloodstream when-

-there’s a knock at the door.

Your dad shoots you a puzzled look, one which you immediately return. Who could that be, so early on a Wednesday morning?

And when he pushes open the door to reveal none other than Joel, you just about fall out of your chair. Your nails absentmindedly dig into the wood of the table in an attempt to brace yourself.

“Oh, buddy — hey! Come on in,” your dad says, patting him on the back as he steps over the threshold. “Wasn’t expecting you.”

You grasp the handle of your mug like a lifeline. For a fleeting moment, you worry the ceramic will shatter in your hands.

Joel is dressed — blue cotton t-shirt covering his broad back and the deep, red scratches you left there when you dug your nails into skin, your legs hiked over his hips and your face tucked into his chest.

The pair of boxers peeking over the waistband of his jeans are different from the ones you pulled off of him last night, the ones he shimmied back into before you slept cradled in his arms.

He’s a different Joel here, now — your father’s friend, your neighbor — not the man who breaks you down with his tongue or the one who calls you his good girl while you take his entire, throbbing length. 

No, this Joel, standing in your kitchen in the presence of your father, has never betrayed him. Hasn’t tasted his friend’s daughter or felt the tight embrace of her wet, warm cunt around his cock. This Joel is reliable, honest, not one to do harm.

You do not desire this Joel, cannot. You must look at him with apathetic eyes. Must keep the boat of your longing at bay. 

Easier said than done. It’s as if your desire for him is a feral beast, fed by his touch and left starving in its wake. You feel like you’ve just run a marathon, sweat beading at your collar as you not-so-subtly follow the subconscious flex of his hands, the bunching of fabric over his biceps.

His voice bounces off the backsplash, and your fingers tighten around the handle of your mug.

“Yeah, I uh — I went to make myself coffee and realized I was out. Was hopin’ you might have some to spare?”

He can’t be serious. He came over for coffee? He couldn’t get some on the road?

“I’m afraid she took the last of it,” your dad’s eyes point to you, and you ignore the burn of Joel’s gaze when his follow.

“Ahh,” he says. “‘ts okay. I’ll grab some on my way in.” 

His fingers taptaptap on the edge of the countertop, bottom lip tucked between his teeth like there’s something else. Another reason he came here.

And then you spot it — your wallet, dark red leather, poking out the top of Joel’s back pocket. 

You must’ve left it in his room before you hurried home. Somewhere amongst the mess of trinkets and trash on his dresser. You half-remember dropping it there last night as he’d kneeled in front of you and peppered kisses up the length of your leg.

Thankfully, your dad is oblivious as ever, giving Joel the perfect opportunity to inconspicuously slip you your wallet when he turns around and crosses the kitchen, placing his empty mug in the sink. 

Joel sidesteps once, twice, extending his arm and snapping it back as soon as you have the wallet in your grasp.

Your father clears his throat. Spins to find Joel exactly where he was. “I’ve been thinking,” he starts, wrestling a slice of bread out of the bag and dropping it into the toaster, “I gotta set you up with this co-worker of mine, Deb.”

Joel freezes. You watch as the color drains from his face and his large hand anxiously cards through dark curls. You’re pretty sure you freeze too, breath caught somewhere in your throat until your dad turns to you and you remember to exhale. 

“You know Deb, right, honey?” he asks. You mentally flick through the rolodex of your dad’s coworkers. 

There’s Leanne, tall redhead, hosted a potluck a few months back at which you tasted the worst mac & cheese you’ve ever had. And Barbara from accounting, who he got into a heated argument with over who makes the best BBQ in the city. You only remember her name because he hadn’t shut up about how wrong her opinion was for a full week. 

This woman actually thinks the Smoke Shop has got better ribs than Lou’s. I said to her, Barbara, your taste buds must be absolutely torched.

But Deb? You don’t recall a Deb. Still, you’re pretty sure you hate her, just in hearing her name in this context. 

You shake your head, no. 

“Well, I guess you haven’t seen her in a while. She was there that day I brought you into the office.”

“When I was ten?” you retort. 

“Yeah, I guess it was that long ago, huh?”

You shrug. He returns his attention to Joel. “Anyway, Deb – she’s around your age, just got divorced about a year back, and she’s a real nice woman. I think you two would really hit it off.”

“Is that so?” Joel replies. You swear his voice wavers. If your dad notices, he doesn’t say anything.

“You’ll like her Joel, I promise. I mean, when’s the last time you went out with a nice lady? Not since – what was her name — Jean? And if things were going well with her, I’d hope you’d tell your old friend.” The toaster pops, and he retrieves his slice of toast. Grabs a butter knife from the utensil drawer.  

“No, I ain’t seeing Jean,” Joel sighs. Flashes you an apologetic glance as your dad slathers his toast in artificial purple jam, blissfully unaware.

“Well, you gotta get back out there!” 

Joel’s gaze rolls to the ceiling. “I don’t know – I’m just not real interested in datin’ right now.”

You exhale, then — a quiet declaration of relief that seems to go unnoticed — unperturbed even when your dad continues his pitch. 

I’ve known this woman for years Joel, I’m telling you, the two of you’d be the perfect match; she’s a looker too, real pretty.

Ew. Tuning him out, you check the clock, find that you only have a few minutes before you need to get going. You stand from the table and make your way toward the sink with your now-empty coffee mug in hand.

Would I ever lead you astray? your dad is asking just as you brush past Joel. His hand, idle by his side, catches the fabric of your blouse and you have to fight to ignore the pinprick of electricity it ignites under your skin.

“No, I know,” Joel grumbles. “I trust your judgment ‘n all, ‘ts just-”

“Will you just give her a chance?”

“Jesus; fine.”

The mug slips from your grip, falls into the sink with a clang.

Your dad glares at you, expression softening only when you gesture to the still-intact ceramic lying on its side in the basin.

He’s quickly distracted, then, jotting a series of numbers down onto a scrap of notebook paper, the blue ink pressed in so hard that it’s beginning to bleed through. 

“Atta boy,” he drawls, sliding it across the counter. Joel pinches it between two fingers, folds the paper without looking at it and stuffs it into his front pocket. 

“Promise you’ll give her a call tonight? I may or may not have already talked you up, and I need to know you’re not gonna make me look bad here.”

Joel has to see you staring at him out of the corner of his eye. He must. If looks could kill, he’d be six feet under already. But he’s refusing to meet your gaze, eyes glued to the cabinet directly in front of him as he nods. “Yeah, I’ll call her tonight,” he says, a small, unconvincing smile pulling at the corner of his lips. 

He’s actually agreeing to this?

You need to get out of here before you say something rash.

The anger bubbles in you slowly, then all at once, threatening to boil over as you slip on your shoes and sling your bag over your shoulder. 

Marching toward the door, you offer a half-hearted bye, not bothering to look back before you leave.

The office is already milling with people by the time you stroll in, ten minutes late. 

The conversation between Joel and your dad is still running laps in your head as you sneak past your boss’s door.

It sticks there through the morning and well into the afternoon, your dad’s words an incessant earworm: I think you two would really hit it off.

The thing is — you can’t blame Joel for saying yes to the setup. Not really. Your situation is complicated, messy, bound to end badly.

Maybe he’d be happier with Deb. 

They could take walks together, stroll through the grocery store or down the street  hand-in-hand. Throw dinner parties and shamelessly gush about their relationship to their friends. All without fear of being caught doing something wrong.

Because that’s what this is, you and Joel — it’s wrong. Not like you weren’t already well aware of that. Leave it to some woman you’ve never met to rub it in.

The day passes infuriatingly slow.

The pile of emails in your inbox only grows larger by the time you’re due to clock out, stack of reports on your desk barely touched. You wince when your boss stops by your cubicle on her way out, eager for an update.

“Sorry, Linda; a couple of these were more time-consuming than I’d hoped,” you lie. But you can tell she doesn’t buy it, not one bit, her expression souring as you shuffle through papers.

“I need these done by the end of the week, no matter what.”

“Of course,” you mutter, face heating with embarrassment. “I’ll get them done and on your desk by Friday.”

“Thanks.” Her heels are already clacking on tile when you open your mouth to apologize again, your sorry lost to the ether.

You gather your things and scramble to your feet as soon as she’s out of view, not sticking around to watch your computer power down. By the time you get to your car, Joel’s number is already dialed on your phone.

He picks up after two rings.

“Darlin’ — are you okay?”

It’s admittedly uncharacteristic for you to call him so early. You usually wait until after dark, when you’ve both retreated to your respective bedrooms, away from listening ears.

But this can’t wait. It’s been eating at you all day, digging into your work. If you don’t talk to him about it, you’re going to end up unemployed. You don’t bother to ask if he’s still on the job site, around other people. “You’re going on this date.” It’s not a question. More of an accusation.

“Baby,” he sighs. You try your best to ignore his molasses drawl and the way it seeps into your chest. 

“Why didn’t you say no?” 

“How could I?” he groans. “There’s your dad, askin’ me if I’m seein’ someone, sayin’ he’s already told this lady about me – what am I supposed to say?”

“I don’t know.” Your voice comes out a whine. “Make something up. Tell him you’ve taken a vow of celibacy.”

He laughs, low and breathy on the other end. “Yeah, baby. Think he’d believe that one, f’sure.”

“Fuck,” you huff. “I just— I don’t-“

You want to tell him not to go. To cancel. Fake his own death. Do whatever it takes to get out of this. But you have no right, not really. The two of you aren’t dating. You don’t have any control over what he does or who he sees. And you don’t want that, no. You just want him to choose you.

“I don’t wanna go, darlin’. I really don’t. But if I do this, I think it’ll get him off my back for a while. He won’t have a reason to suspect that I’m foolin’ around with his daughter.”

Fooling around. His phrasing is a metaphorical punch in the gut.

It’s not exactly a lie. You haven’t put a label on this thing, whatever it is. It’s been purely physical: lips slotted to lips, tongues pressed together, swapped sweat and saliva. But hearing it reduced to two words, words with such a casual connotation — as if you haven’t been driven by overwhelming desire — makes your stomach churn.

Joel doesn’t seem to clock it when you go quiet, a cocktail of rage and sorrow sloshing around your insides. “It’s for the best,” he adds, a shot of hard, burning liquor. 

“Yeah,” you say defeatedly. Choke back the pathetic tears that creep up your throat. “For the best.”

He ends the call with the excuse of bad cell reception. Promises to talk to you later. You’re not sure that you believe him.

The phrase fooling around curls up in your head, a wet dog, its fur dripping into the crevices of your rattled brain the entire drive home.

You dodge Joel’s calls for the remainder of the week.

There’s no use in talking to him when you have nothing to say, when you know any words you attempt will be overtaken by tears.

Even so, it doesn’t stop him from trying. His number lights up the screen of your phone at least twice a day.

He leaves voicemails that you do not listen to. You can’t. The last thing you need is his syruppy drawl in your ear. You’ll break; you know you will.

So instead, you delete them. Rid yourself of temptation.

But you still ache for him — a devastating truth. You lumber through the days, bones heavy with hurt. Find yourself kept up at night by thoughts of Joel and the infuriatingly soothing timbre of his voice, the intoxicating callous of his fingertips against your soft skin. 

It’s a lonely thing, yearning for Joel Miller.

On Friday, your father beams at the dinner table. He’s grinning like a child as he stuffs a forkful of rice into his mouth.

“Joel and Deb’s date is tomorrow,” he says. “Think they’ll really hit it off, don’t you?”

You’re dumbfounded for a long moment — can’t believe that this is your life now: being asked about your thoughts on Joel and the ever-elusive Deb as a couple. When it takes too long for you to answer, your father’s fork stills pointedly on his plate, and you sputter.

“Oh! I mean, I don’t know. Like I said, I don’t remember Deb.” You can’t help your condescending tone. Your dad doesn’t seem to catch it anyway. 

“Well,” he says, “I think they’ll be a match. Hoping so, anyway. The man has been such a hermit lately — maybe if he has a lady, he’ll get out more!”

“You sound real excited,” you grumble. Stab four peas on the prongs of your fork.

“It is exciting. I’ve never set anyone up before. And the best part is, the place they’re going to — the Tavern — it’s got rooms you can rent out for wedding receptions. Just imagine if down the line, they got mar-“

“Dad,” you stop him. You think you’ll be physically sick if you let him finish that sentence. “Sorry, I just — I’m really tired, all of a sudden. I think I’m going to head to bed early.”

It’s not a complete lie. You’re emotionally exhausted as a result of the past couple days. Sleep sounds like a much-needed, blissful escape right now.

Your dad doesn’t question you. He just nods. Swipes your plate from in front of you and brings it to the sink along with his.

Of course, you find it impossible to actually drift off that night. Tossing and turning, you battle the glaring urge to get up, slink into the home-office and look up directions to the Tavern. 

Not that you’re planning to go there anytime soon — you’re just curious. That’s all. 

Around midnight, you give up, pad down the hallway and into the room parallel yours. The computer dials up slowly, and you chew your bottom lip as you wait. 

You snatch a piece of paper from the printer and a pen from the #1 Dad mug that sits next to the monitor. Click on the internet icon and type the words into the search bar.

This is definitely a bad idea. Maybe the worst you’ve had in a while.

You jot the address down anyway.

Downtown Austin is buzzing with life. 

Patrons spilling out of bars, tourists striding down the street in their brand new Stetsons – it almost distracts you from the task at hand. 

At just past seven, you’d told your dad you were going out, meeting a friend for drinks. He’d been a bit taken aback, seeing as you’re not very social these days, but he’d seemed happy. Relieved. 

That’s not what you’re doing, of course.

No – in reality, you’re turning into the parking lot attached to the Tavern. It’s packed to the brim with cars, but you still manage to find Joel’s truck, its license plate number burned into the back of your mind after countless mornings of absently reading it as you snuck past.

It’s idle and empty when you inch by, and even though you knew he’d be here, on this date, your heart still sinks. Because maybe a tiny part of you had hoped he’d stand Deb up. 

You should leave. It was stupid to come here in the first place. What are you going to do — storm inside and demand that he leave with you?

You consider it for half a second, groaning when you realize how pitiful you are. Defeated, you swing your car into a spot at the back, facing the building, and shift it into park. You hug the steering wheel dejectedly.

From here, you have a straight-shot view of the restaurant’s entrance, a set of double doors at the side of the building. Groups spill out every so often, every pair that emerges causing your back to arch reflexively.

Joel and Deb are probably discussing their interests right now, bonding over a shared connection with your dad. You can vividly picture the smile likely plastered across his face — the same one you’ve elicited with sweet filth whispered in his ear.

And you’re here, sitting in your running car, watching the door. Your pulse thumps obnoxiously loud in your ears.

Minutes pass like molasses, slow and thick. You watch the clock on the car radio obsessively, betting with yourself on what time they’ll leave. After thirty minutes of nothing, you’re convinced that they’re going to close the place out.

But then the door opens again, and you straighten up, immediately met with the sight of Joel and Deb. 

She’s talking animatedly, eyes widening every few words, blonde hair wafting around her narrow face. It’s undeniable that she’s stunning, even from far away; possesses the kind of beauty you see on magazine covers in line at the grocery store. The jealousy that pools in your gut burns like acetone in an open wound.

She takes his arm as they walk toward the parking lot, and he lets her, despite the rest of his body appearing strangely rigid.

You wonder if he’ll take her home. Lead her to his truck, help her up the step to the passenger seat and sneak a look at her ass under her dress before shutting the door. If they’ll leave her car in the lot for the night, come back to retrieve it in the morning once he’s helped her forget about her loser ex-husband; let the scent of her perfume seep into the bed sheets to cover up yours.

But he doesn’t lead her to his truck. You watch as they unexpectedly turn down a row of cars, disappearing from your view completely, his arm still locked with hers. 

He could still kiss her. Press her against the car. Promise her that he’ll call — and he will, first thing tomorrow. He’s probably just being a real gentleman. Treating her like a woman he might want to marry someday. 

Maybe he knows, after just one date, that she’s his soulmate. He’ll buy the ring in a couple weeks. They’ll be engaged in a month’s time, and he’ll say he just couldn’t wait any longer. 

She’s the one thing I’ve been missing.

You stew in the agonizing unknown for what feels like hours before Joel materializes once again, backside illuminated by headlights as he strides toward his truck.

And then — he stops. You see the exact moment he notices your car in the parking lot, his eyebrows threading together and his hands splaying over his hips.

He’s staring directly through the windshield. At you.

Fuck.

He takes a few slow steps. Stops in front of the hood. Narrows his eyes and flexes his jaw.

With a deep breath, you unlock the doors. Gesture for him to get in the passenger side. 

He immediately rounds the car, prying the door open and climbing inside just as a SUV pulls out the row he and Deb had walked down. 

The door slams when he yanks it closed. The sound echoes through the cab of the car.

“You wanna fuckin’ explain what you’re doin’ here?” he snaps. You’re afraid to look him in the eye, embarrassment and now, anger, spooling hot behind your ears.

You know you’re in the wrong. You shouldn’t have followed him. But does he have to be so hostile?

When your gaze finally meets his, he looks — distraught — jaw clenched and lips set in a straight line. His fingers absently dig into denim-covered thighs.

“I don’t know,” you mumble, “I just wanted to see how you were with her.” And it’s the truth; not one you want to be admitting right now, to him, but it’s the truth nonetheless.

“Doesn’t give you the right to spy on me.”

“So what was I supposed to do? Sit at home and mope while the guy I was seeing is on a date with someone else? Oh no, I’m sorry,” you throw your hands up, form air quotes with your fingers, “the guy I was fooling around with.”

This seems to strike a nerve. His jaw twitches, and his fingers still on his lap.

“It wasn’t like that,” he grits

“No? Isn’t that all this was to you: fooling around?”

There’s a beat. Joel sighs. 

“No — fuck, no. Of course not.”

His expression softens. A crack in solid stone. “I tried callin’ you,” he says, voice barely above a whisper.

“I know,” you admit.

He nods. Another beat.

“Did you kiss her?” you ask.

“No.” He says it with intent, with promise, eyes firmly locked on yours now. 

Your mouth goes dry.

“No?”

“No,” he repeats. “I didn’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because I didn’t want to.”

“You don’t want her?” 

“No,” he says flatly, his pupils bulging in the lamplight, black bleeding into the brown of his irises. “I don’t want her.” 

“Why not?” 

He leans forward. His weight presses into the center console and his breath fans your face — warm, tinged with the scent of cheap beer.

“I don’t want her,” he says, voice an octave lower, “because I want you. I thought you knew that?” 

The radio drones between the two of you, some classic rock song you think you recognize flitting through the speaker. Your pulse beats staccato in your throat, off tempo.

“You want me?” you ask, a little breathless, and the next words you say are beyond dumb, beyond reckless, but you say them anyway. “Prove it.”

Joel doesn’t hesitate. He closes the slight distance between you and kisses you, hard, his tongue frantically sliding against yours through parted lips.

It’s sloppy, and desperate, and you feel drunk on the taste of him, on longing laced with carnal need. He’s groaning into your mouth, grabbing your head with both hands, burying his fingers in your hair — as if he can’t get close enough, as if he’ll only be satisfied once he’s swallowed you whole. You’re pretty sure you want him to.

Your hands move frantically to his t-shirt, then, bunch into the fabric and pull. You need to feel the skin underneath, need to rove your hands along his bare chest. He accommodates, tugging the shirt by the back of the collar, lips separating from yours ever-so-briefly to bring it over his head and toss it onto the backseat. 

And then he’s back on you, licking into your mouth again, eliciting a whimper from you when his hand wraps around the side of your throat, just under your jaw. 

Your palms splay across his torso, wander over warm, golden skin. You’ve missed this, god, you’ve missed this — but it’s still not enough. You need to feel more of him. In your mouth, in your hand, in your cunt — you’re not picky. Just need him in whatever way he’ll provide.

“Joel,” you whimper into his mouth, fingers winding around his bicep. 

He pulls back. Peers at you through hooded eyes. “What is it, baby?” he asks through labored breaths. 

“Need you — please.”

He immediately unbuckles your seatbelt. Lowers his seat back and manhandles you onto his lap. You go easily; slot yourself to him with legs folded on either side of his thighs. 

Wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, you grind down into his lap. His cock strains against denim underneath you. He groans when you swivel your hips and brush the heft of it again with your clothed heat.

“You gonna let me fuck you?” he asks into your mouth, his forehead pressed to yours.

Your breath catches. 

You know what he’s really asking: are you going to  let him fuck you here, in the parking lot of a public establishment, where anybody could see?

But you don’t care. In fact, you’re way past caring, the emptiness of your cunt too painful to ignore any longer. Let them watch him take what’s his.

You nod frantically. “Yes,” you pant. “Please.”

Joel nods too, as if he’s accepting his fate. He’s going to fuck his friend’s daughter in the passenger seat of her car. There’s no way around it — not when you’re begging for it. He’s going to give you what you need.

“Okay,” he soothes, “I got you baby.” 

He helps you out of your pants, then; clumsily maneuvers them down and off your legs along with your panties and tosses them aimlessly into the back.

He doesn’t bother to take his jeans off. Lets you unzip them and pop the button open, your nimble fingers making quick work of it. And then you’re pulling his cock out of his boxers, stiff and leaking in your grasp.

You steady yourself with hands on his shoulders just as he begins to pepper placating kisses along your neck. “Go ahead baby,” he whispers into your ear. “Take it; it’s yours.”

His head falls back against the seat as you stroke him a few times and line his cock up with your dripping entrance, his hands clasped around your waist. 

You sink down slowly, savoring every inch of him as he burrows in deeper. He’s so thick, stretching you like it’s the first time again, your walls fluttering as they relax around his cock.

“Fuck,” Joel slurs, fingers digging into your skin impatiently when you still, fully seated on him.

“Gotta move baby — please move.”

He’s so fucking deep, though, his cockhead bumping your cervix, and your entire body feels gelatinous atop him. A cloying sort of heat hangs around your head. You swivel your hips weakly, your forehead falling to rest on his with a heavy sigh.

Joel is happy to take control, bucking up into you so hard you see stars. You can’t suppress the string of moans that spill from your mouth, and Joel doesn’t seem to mind. He’s just as loud, anyway, his broken sounds bleeding into yours, bouncing off glass and leather.

Neither of you can muster an actual word, though, not with him rutting up into you, sheathing himself in your pussy over and over again. He’s relentlessly hitting that spot — the one that has you practically clinging to him for dear life. 

It’s approaching too quickly; he’s going to make you come.

One of your hands flies to the roof of the car in an attempt to brace yourself, flat palm pressing into it so hard you worry it’ll pop. 

Joel takes the opportunity to drag you down in his lap, spearing you on his cock, and the sudden change in angle makes you cry out.

“Oh f— ahh, oh my—“

“That’s it,” he coos, “you got it, babygirl.”

His words tip you over the edge, your entire body locking up as you gush around him. You’re wetting his lap, slick splattering his thighs, and he loves it, his fervid moan telling you so.

His movements begin to falter then, hips stuttering underneath you as he chases his own high.

“Cmon, baby,” you goad, “please fill me up.”

He grunts when he spills inside, his face nestling in your chest, heaving as he works through it and begins to come down. You don’t move, not that Joel would let you, still holding you on his lap like he’s afraid to let you go.

You nuzzle into his embrace as his cock softens inside you.

You stay like that for a while, probably too long given that anybody could easily look into the car and see you straddling him. You don’t have the energy to care.

Eventually, you lift your head from its spot on Joel’s chest. Look up at him with bleary eyes.

“Joel,” you say.

He meets your gaze, face shiny with sweat and his hair a mess. He looks gorgeous like this, you think. The way only you get to see him.

“Yeah?” He grazes along your arm with featherlight fingers. His touch raises goosebumps on your skin.

“Did you mean it?”

“Mean what?”

“About wanting me.” In truth, you’re not sure you want the answer. But you need to know, definitively, if Joel is yours. You’re done sharing him.

“Oh, baby,” he drawls. “Of course I do. You’re all I want. Do you want me?”

And it’s a stupid question. He has to know that. You’re nodding before he can even finish it. “Yes,” you breathe. “I want you, Joel”

“Then it’s settled. It’s me and you. No more…interlopers.”

You giggle. Reluctantly separate yourself from his body and re-dress. You settle back into the driver’s seat with achy legs.

You’ve never felt more content than you do in this moment.

Still, you’ll have to hide — won’t be able to share the news of your new relationship with friends or coworkers, your dad — and neither will Joel. 

You don’t care much, not as long as he’s yours, but you need to be sure he feels the same.

“Joel,” you stop him as he opens the passenger-side door to get out. He stills with one leg swung out the door.

“Yeah, darlin’?”

“Are you sure you don’t mind…being a secret? Don’t mind keeping me a secret?”

He looks at you like you have two heads.

He pulls his leg back into the car. Shuts the door and leans over the console again.

Taking your chin between his fingers, he forces your gaze. Makes sure you’re listening.

“I want you — doesn’t matter who knows or doesn’t know. Long as you’re mine.”

Your chest tightens, and your heart squeezes inside your ribcage.

“I’m yours?”

He smiles. Presses a chaste kiss between your eyes, on the tip of your nose, on your lips. The same way he did the other morning. 

It all feels somehow sweeter, now.

“Yeah, angel. You’re mine. My girl.”

end notes: tysm for reading! please consider commenting and/or reblogging if you enjoyed! I've been toying with the idea of turning this into a series so lmk if that's something you'd be interested in hehe.

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[sofs16]

clearly

pair lando norris x singer!reader

note if you guys want to decorate my tree with a little note, I’d appreciate it:,)

tree!

++ dont be a silent reader pls hehe

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ln4updates Lando goes live on twitch again and mentions his longtime crush, yn. (she’s a** — i got the subtitles wrong)

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ynslover F1 and yn?!? 😭😭😭

norrizznutsz THE BUTTON UP O HTMGOFD

user73 if i was yn, i’d be dead. lando.jpg yn

⤷ ln4updates mans has no shame 😭

landonorris

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landonoriss that’s a wrapppppp 😁

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user33 the thirst trap right before the yn tagged slide 😭😭😭

yn congrats, lando 🧡🤍

⤷ landonorris thankyou so much! your music was my wakeup music

[ COMMENT DELETED ! ] ⤷ landonorris thank you so much, yn! your music was always blasting at the mclaren garage 🫡

⤷ yn awwww thank you AHAHAHA hope to meet you some time! ⤷ landonorris See you at your UK show :)

⤷ yn omg what!!!! see you soon!!!

⤷ carlossainz55 DMS exist

[(carlossainz55) landonorris: DELETE THAT CARLOS STOP SHUTUTP STOP]

[ COMMENT DELETED ! ]

⤷ yn AHAHAH, come in them then 😝

(LANDONORRIS) yn just followed you back!

[ (landonorris) carlossainz55: You’re welcome]

yn

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yn cop or drop???

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landonorris cop 👮‍♀️

⤷ yn thought dms existed?? :)

⤷ user4 oh ITS HAPPENING. user44 lando thinks he’s real slick with commenting ‘cop’ 4 seconds after this was posted 😭

ynspeed yn’s response to lando’s thirst trap:

⤷ yn landonorris isn’t the only one who can do that

⤷ user2 i bet lando is dying rn

yn

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yn and that’s the end of the silence between songs tour 😵‍💫😵‍💫manchester, you are something else 🧡 i’m glad it was you closing this magical tour! thank you, thank you, thank you!

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user3 the orange heart???? something is a little 🐟hy around here…

⤷ user4 I CANT WITH THE FISH EMOJI😭

ln4updddts WHERE’S OUR YNLANDO CONTENT!!

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lando.jpg I woke up happy, watched the sun rise. I wonder why

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yn the I Wonder caption 🥹🥹🥹

⤷ lando.jpg Too good of an opportunity to not use it

yn i adore you

⤷ lando.jpg i adore YOU! ⤷ lnrizzyn theyre actually my parents. ⤷ ynsloverr lnrizzyn THE LAST SLIDE!!!!!

user39 THE FLOWERS!!! YNS FAV ARE TULIPS 🥹

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ynsource yn coming out backstage with her favorite tulips in hand! rumored to be given by landonorris

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user484 HELLO???

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ynsource yn goes live on twitch again and mentions lando norris! view all 382 comments

uppyn landonorris are you okay? user37 YNLANDO NATION RISE!!!

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landoyn4 LANDO NORRIS WHEN I CATCH YOU. HER WAITING FOR THE DM😭😭😭😭😭 HER SEEING OUT POSTS 😭😭😭

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lllmclerc Lando liking the posts 😭

(99+) INSTAGRAM MESSAGES 𐙚˙✧˖°

— december 9, 2023

Lando Norris

i am sooooo sorry for not messaging sooner. i pussied out and thought you were joking about it:( please forgive me please

yn 🫧🤍

hi landooo! don’t worry about it:) sorry if i outed you online, i kind of pussied out as well to message you 😭 you just seemed interested so i didn’t know what to think after you came to the uk show last week with those flowers and you ghosted me

Lando Norris

No i feel even worse now. I really did want to hang out or go out with you (whichever you prefer) but, again, i pussied out… think we could have a redo?

and about the online thing, it’s totally alright, nothing they didn’t already know anyways 🤗

yn 🫧🤍

it’s alright and i would love to go out with you :)) what’s important is we were able to talk in our most random way possible 👍🏻

Lando Norris

do you mind if i get your number?

yn 🫧🤍

not at all! it’s xx-xxx- xxx

yn

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yn sorry i haven’t been active :) i’ve been happier than ever

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landonorris nice heart

⤷ yn thanks! ynlando 😵‍💫👀

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landonorris snow days ☃️

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yn hey, nice heart! ⤷ landonorris your snow heart is better ☹️

ynlannn …

ynlannn HELLO?????? LANDO CAMCORDER -> POST OF YN FROM A CAMCORDER. THE HEART SNOW -> YN WITH HEART SNOW. THE COMMENTS. THE BOYFRIEND EFFECT IN THE 4TH PIC. SO MUCH TO UNFOLD AFTER 3 WEEKS OF SILENCE.

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lnyln we’re all thinking the same thing, aren’t we..

⤷ynsource ynlando real and they’re on a ski trip🥹

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landonorris and yn Lando is the photographer in the relationship, clearly. - yn 🧡

y/n/n is clearly the better looking one in the relationship, clearly - lando 🤍

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yn hey! that last part isnt true ☹️

⤷ landonorris yes it is

⤷ yn thats a lie

⤷ landonorris you’re like the most beautiful person in this universe. what are you on

⤷ carlossainz55 Not even three months and disgusting in the comments already 😝

⤷ landonorris shhh dad

user4 THEYRS SOOOO🥹😝

ynslove i bet that first clip is yn for her 2nd leg of the tour 😵‍💫😵‍💫

user73 y/n/n?? she said she doesn’t like being called that except for her future partner UGHHHHDHAJAALALA

mclaren 🧡🧡🧡

#SOF : anotha lando fic!! bump on the tree 🤗

happy holidays! 🤍🤍

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[darkwaveho]

Damage Control

Summary: You went through hell just to get this vacation, and everything has been going smooth but how long will it last?

Parings: Mob!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: 18+, violence, fluff, jealousy, hurt -comfort, angst, drug use, alcohol use, bondage, edging, orgasm denial, Oral, fingering, overstimulation, scissoring, tribbing, psychotic le$beans <3

A/n: This shit is long asf lmaoo so if you don't have time to read it in one sitting I would probably wait until you do, buut that's just me idk? never again (unless on A03) anyway, I hope you guys like it and thank you guys for being patient with me. I know I promised this chapter like a year ago but I'm happy to finally post this and get it out of my dusty drafts folder.😂💜

Damage Control Masterlist

During the whole vacation trip Natasha was insatiable, never letting you get an inch before her hands and lips were on you. she fucked you anywhere she could. That whole situation in the warehouse was a wakeup call for her and she would never take you for granted ever again.

“Tashh, enough.” you whine into the pillow she licks a long stripe up the center of your neck before she bites your skin. “That’s not what you said last night.” she drags her lips against your skin and drips her head down to lower each kiss further down your body. “In fact, I believe the words that came out of your mouth was ‘more, don’t stop, more." She mocks you with pride, smirking against your skin as she travels dangerously closer to your covered sex.

“Shut up.” you harshly yank her hair in retaliation. “Shut me up then.” she smirks after she bites your cheek in retaliation and tugs on your panties you move her hand away from the expensive lace. “I’m serious, I still need to get dressed. we both still need to get dressed” you correct yourself and huff beneath her. “We can stay in and go to the club another night.” you roll over on top of her as she was caught off guard. thinking she’s won you over she places her hands on your hips waiting for you to give her what she wants.

“We’re going.” you untangle her hands from your hips and walk into the bathroom to fully dress yourself. “You know you want to; I don’t even know why you’re denying it right now.”

“We’re not staying cooped up here in the penthouse tonight, Tash. we already missed our dinner reservations.”

“Well, whose fault is that? you’re wearing my favorite set. what’d you expect?”

“I expect you to have some self-control but we both know you don’t know what that is, don’t we?” you snap back at her not caring if you bruised her ego or hurt her for bringing the amber thing back up in her face. Okay you haven’t completely forgiven her; you still threw things up in her face any chance you got, and Natasha couldn’t do anything but sit there and take it. she sighs on the bed waiting for you to return from the bathroom.

She checks her phone for any updates on anything back home. nothing out of the ordinary, Yelena bugging her about when you’re coming back because she misses her bestie and Clint dealing with import deals. She also saw a couple of text messages from Melina. Once she saw the mention of his name on her screen, she shut the whole thing down completely. She needed to take her mind off of it. There was no way she was going out tonight, she wouldn’t be up to partying now.

“Why aren’t you dressed yet?” you stand in front of her on the bed hand placed on your hip annoyance present on your face. say lays there on the silk sheet in her button up blouse that she was too lazy to button up at the moment and no pants. she stands giving you a better view of the lace that pressed against her body. she nears you with hunger and an unwavering gaze. she was mesmerized. staring at you, admiring your beauty. there was also a look on her face that you know too well, something set her off and she needs a distraction, a way to release her emotions.

“Look at you baby, absolutely breathtaking.” she swiftly slides her hand under the tight dress running her hands against your soft skin. “Tash, no. I already said we were going.” you try to remain firm on your plans, she’s done this many times before to sway you into doing what she wanted.

“Please.” you groan from hearing her beg and she knows it’s a weakness of yours. you rarely ever heard her beg. after almost losing you forever she’s wanted nothing more than to keep you to herself in this penthouse. “I’ll make it up to you in the morning, sweet face. We can have our own party right here.” You stand firmly on your decision by unlinking her hands from around your waist. “No, I said we’re going, if you're not downstairs in 10 minutes I’ll just go by myself.” You grab your jacket and make your way to the door.

“You wouldn’t leave me.” She replies with confidence, maybe the old you wouldn’t have but the Amber situation brought things up in a new light you were tired of her shit. You had just as much if not equal power as she did; you were no longer going to let things slide so easily. “I guess you’ll find out in about…” You glance at your phone to view the time. “Seven minutes now.”

Natasha sighs heavily as you leave her alone in the penthouse. She really didn’t feel like going out and maybe she should’ve given you more details about why she had a change of heart but then that meant she had to talk about it. She also didn’t want to spend the remainder of the night alone, so she put the rest of her outfit together, but she didn't rush to finish. Ignoring the time frame, you set for her. She was deliberately ignoring the timeframe you set for her just to remind you of who was still in charge regardless of how sorry she was for her mistake. Natasha is the one calling the shots, at least that’s what she thinks.

She makes her way downstairs coming out of the building as the doorman holds the door open for her. She waits patiently still not seeing the driver's car. She calls you promptly and you let the phone ring on the first call just to be petty. Truth, is you left immediately after you made it downstairs. Telling the driver that you had a change of heart and that you were still going to the club. “Y/n, where are you?” She has to shout into the phone and now it away from her ear as the loud screams and music drum through her ear. “I’m at the club, duh. You took too long.” Natasha goes to yell at you for leaving her. You weren’t even sitting outside for no longer than ten minutes. Her lips part but remain in place as she hears the mentions of body shots. She hears your voice agreeing and cheering on the crowd. “Y/n I swear to god! We’ve been doing so well on vacation, don't do anything stupid to ruin it.”

“It's called having fun Natasha, you could be having fun with me and my new friends right now if you came downstairs in a timely matter.” The only words that seem to register in her head is “new friends” “Listen, very carefully I will leave bodies all throughout this city if I have to, don’t add more deaths to your consciousness.” If Natasha could see your face on the other end of the phone, she would have regretted saying those words to you. She knows how hard you tried staying away from actually getting your hands dirty, not only was Amber a contest reminder of infidelity but a constant reminder that no matter how hard you tried you still had the blood of a killer in you.

“Well, I guess I should tell you to have fun on your Gta rampage then. I’ll see you back at the penthouse.” just as you finish your response the drunken woman you've come really close to in a matter of minutes comes back with your drinks. The only thing Natasha can accurately make out is that it was your turn for body shots. If that meant you licking someone else's body or someone else licking your body, she didn’t know, and she didn't care. It shouldn't be happening. She doesn’t expect the growl to escape her throat as she yells into the phone again, but this level of disrespect was causing her to lose every inch of restraint she's been holding back on this entire trip.

“Y/n!”

“Bye Tash!” You end the call with a muffled laugh as the phone goes dead. Natasha fumes by the curb, the realization of the club music no longer playing on her phone. Your voice filled with excitement. You, having fun without her. Having fun with strangers. Would you be bold enough to get even with her after everything she's doing to show you how sorry she was? Natasha’s not going to stand here and think about scenarios like that. If this is the game you wanted to play, fine she down to play but she won't be holding herself accountable for what comes out of it. Natasha gathers her thoughts and calls a contact to pick her up. As she sits in the vehicle dangerously calm, and stone faced. The inner part of her is excited. Yes, excited to cause a bit of chaos. She’s been loving vacation time with you, but it wasn’t every day that she gets to go on a rampage. The other non-rational devil on her shoulder keeps repeating that you're pushing her to do this. You want her to act this way. You want to see innocent people die and get hurt. One thing Nat is always good for is making your wish come true.

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Natasha swears she made it in record time telling her driver to run every red light that tried to slow her down. Her fast-paced steps hold a rhythm as she searches for you within the dark and crowded room. when she spots you by the bar preparing to lay on the counter the rage overloaded as she stomps her way over to you.

“Did you think that was fucking funny?” she adds more force behind the yanking of your neck. She practically drags you to the corner of the bar before a bystander approaches her for her aggressive actions. "Hey, leave her alone!” She naps her head around to face the person who dared speak to her and inserts herself in her relationship conflicts. “What the fuck did you just say to me?” The man doesn’t back down clearly not knowing who Natasha is and what her level of power was. “You heard what I said.” he reaches for you, thinking that you were actually in danger. You’re too buzzed to actually tell him that everything was okay. That and the fact that Natasha was jealous and angry had you wanting to see how things would play out.

Natasha lands a swift and impactful hit to his throat, crushing his air supply momentarily. As the man holds his neck in pain while coughing up a lung Natasha watches him still not satisfied with the damage. “Fuck!” The man cries out in pain. Always the observant one, Natasha picked up the abandoned glass off the bar and in one swift motion she lodged the shattered piece of glass into the man’s neck. Blood splatters out as the man's face raises in panic, he holds the wound on his neck for dear life desperately trying to keep all the blood from flowing out as much as possible. “You crazy bitch.”

The outburst caused a scene within the club, people yelling and screaming from the escalated fight that just occurred before their very eyes.

“What the hell is going on?” The woman's voice sounds louder than the music and the frantic screams in the club. Natasha turns her head with pinch brows as she recognizes the voice. “Long time no see.” she smirks to the woman and you stand there clueless looking back and forth between the two. “I should've known it was you Romanoff, what the hell are you doing wrecking my club?”

“Relax Sharon, it’s just a flesh wound he’ll be fine.” the blonde woman sighs and brushes it off, calling her worker over to clean up the mess. “Come on, let me show you to the VIP section.” Natasha quickly interjects Sharon’s offer.

“Oh that won't be necessary, we aren't staying anymore since this one wanted to get a rise out of me.” she clenches your forearm as she responds to Sharon, an obvious sign that you really made her mad tonight.

“Oh, come on, you can't come to madripoor unannounced, trash my club and then leave, have some class, Natasha. I mean unless you’re still working under Alexei and have no time for fun, or a social life then never mind.” Sharon pokes fun at her knowing she'd get her to stay at least for an hour by bringing up Alexei’s name. She turns away from you and Natasha and halts when Natasha's voice reaches her ears once more.

“We’ll stay for about an hour or so, my sweet face here already started partying without me.” she reminds you of what you did just to make you feel guilty. For making her lash out like that when this was supposed to be a relaxing time for the both of you to reconnect and just enjoy the sense of a normal relationship vacation trip.

“Ah so this is y/n? Had I known that you were in my establishment I would have treated you to a much more luxurious greeting.” Sharon grasps your hand with the utmost gentle care. “I’m Sharon Carter, nice to finally put a name to a face.” You rarely were involved with Natasha’s business. After what happened to your father you tried to block that part of your life out. So, it shocks you that Natasha would mention your name to someone you haven’t met before. “Sup Sharon.” You reply back to her and shake her hand that hasn’t left yours during this whole interaction. She accepts the greeting and releases your soft hand. Sharon turns to Natasha and motions with a tilted head nod for her to follow.

“So, I can count on you to spend a little more for that outburst you caused earlier?” Sharon speaks over the loud music as she leads you both to the top level of the club.

“Well, that depends.” Natasha shouts back and keeps you pinned to her side to make sure you don’t wander off causing more headaches for her.

“On what?” Sharon questions Natasha's response, only her focus was on you and your inebriated, loopy state. “If you keep making sly touches and glances at my girlfriend ” It takes Natasha to yank you by your clothes for Sharon to bring her attention back to Nat’s unamused glare. Sharon clears her throat and rolls her eyes. “Right, I forgot you’re not big on sharing.”

“Let’s hope you don’t forget that again, for your own sake.” Only Natasha could be this unfazed about making threats to Sharon in her own environment. The remainder of the walk was silent apart from the loud music and passing conversations.

“Let me know if you need anything.” Sharon showed you to the table right above the dance floor. Natasha sat down in the booth and drinks were brought to the table immediately. Natasha didn't say one word to you, she spoke about you as if you weren't sitting right next to her silently begging for her to acknowledge you, touch you, look at you or something.

You start thinking that maybe you went a little too far tonight, but then you remember that she had no right to act this way when she was the one who stepped out on you and this relationship. You throw back a vodka shot and stand from the booth. The sound of the glass firmly slamming against the table brought her attention to you, only this time you weren't really seeking for her anymore and she could sense that. The sudden movement of you standing has Natasha's grip on your wrist in an instant. “Where are you going?” Natasha's grip on your arm for the second time that night did not hold back on the amount of strength she used on you. "The restroom.” you reply back to her with gritted teeth and an annoyed attitude. She raises her eyebrow at the tone of your voice, maybe she’s been too soft with you. Let this be no mistake she was sorry for what she did, and she wanted to do anything to make it up to you, but she would never tolerate this level of disrespect, especially in a public setting. You know better.

The image she possessed was everything to Natasha, it always has been and it always will be. She releases you and turns back to her abandoned drink and lights a cigar. Silently telling you it was Okay to leave from the vip section. Sharon comes back to the vip section not expecting you to be absent. “Where’s your troublemaker?” She sits down across from Natasha casually fixing the cuffs of her suit jacket.

“What do you want, Carter?” Natasha takes the cigar out of her mouth as smoke fills the area. “Well, I wouldn’t be a businesswoman if I didn’t at least try to tempt you into something, now, would I?” Natasha doesn’t even hesitate with an answer. “No.” Sharon’s face drops from rejection and Natasha’s blunt but playful response. “Oh, c’mon you haven’t even heard me out yet.” Natasha looks Sharon over for a moment and thinks what warm could it do to at least hear the proposal. “Alright, fine but don’t waste my time.” Sharon smiles as she’s won Natasha over; she also knows the amount of money the two of them could make would have her set for life without any worry.

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During that time of discussing business Natasha lost track of time and your absence. She searches the crowd from above until her eyes land on you, on the dance floor dancing but of course you're not alone why would you be when you look that good in a club filled past its maximum capacity. “Nice, catching up with you Sharon but we have to get going now.'' Natasha puts the cigar out and throws back her drink before slamming the glass down against the marble tabletop. The glass cracks from the brutal force but Sharon doesn’t complain about it, she could care less about a glass right now, her mind was too busy focused on her future financial luxury that would be coming her way.

You let the music take over as all the negative energy fades away from your body. You dance close with strangers, well one woman wasn’t really a stranger you met her in the restroom. After a few traded compliments you two have since then become best friends even if she doesn’t know your name. As your body grinds against others without a care in the world you're once again snatched up and pulled away from the dance floor. "Ouch!" You yell out in pain, but Natasha continues on her mission to exit the club with her hand firmly around the back of your neck.

“Get in the car.” she shoves you into the backseat. “Aww are you mad at me baby?” you inch toward her with a condescending pout on your face. You reach for her face to bring her closer, she dodges with ease. Setting her jaw and sticking to keeping her eyes on the window she wasn’t in the mood to play your game.

The moment you were about to cave in and apologize to her, the car door opened on your end, surprising you both. Natasha was seconds away from blowing a hole into the intruders head just because she’s away on vacation doesn’t mean she let her guard down. She was always aware and alert. The sound of the bullet never comes as she blinks away the utter disbelief that someone would be stupid enough to enter her vehicle. It’s the woman you were on the dance floor with.

“Omg I was looking all over for you! One minute we were drowning in vodka, sharing a blunt and then the next you were gone babe by.” She moves the hair from her eyes and leans a little closer to you. She was obviously more drunk than you, not even taking notice of the gun barrel that was aimed at her head. “Omg you found me!” You move away from Nat scooting closer to the other side of the seat.

“Of course, I did! Now why don’t we take this party back to your place, we can have more fun with just us.” her hands start to travel in places that only belonged to the fuming red head seated on the opposite side of you.

“Absolutely not!”

“Cmon Tash live a little, I don’t mind at all” The woman snorts thin white powder from her wrist, that seemed to get Natasha’s attention again but what comes after it has her considering cutting this trip short and ending her no kill rule for this trip. The woman plants her lips onto yours. Humming in delight and moaning in ecstasy. It was quick but calculated so much so that her tongue sneaked its way past your lips for the second time tonight.

Natasha had enough. There was a part of her that thought this through, thoughts of participating in a threesome, thoughts of letting you sleep with someone else for what she did to you, but she could never go through with it, she was selfish and a hypocrite.

Her apology would have to be enough because once again she’s not big on sharing and she’s definitely not big on sharing when it comes to you, she’s had many requests over the entirety of your relationship. All have been shot down over the request and some have literally been shot at for even proposing such a thing. “Get the fuck out!” Natasha shields you away from the drunken woman pulling you onto her lap and raising the gun to a better eye level. “Woah, hey! No need to get violent red. I was going to give you a taste next.” She raises her hands up in surrender. She furrows her eyes and does a seductive motion, slowly lifting her dress up to change Natasha’s mind. “Mm can we take her home Tash?” You bite your lip as you slowly wait for the drunken women to reveal more.

“Don’t move your hands any further unless you want me to chop them off! Now get out!” You can only giggle hysterically at the interaction between the two of them. Natasha smacks your ass to quiet your annoying drunken giggles and gives the woman one last chance to exit the vehicle before the entire back seat interior was covered with her brains. If she even had a brain. She understands the seriousness now or either she’s started to slowly sober up but she doesn’t say anything else as she exits the car finally. “Byee madissyn.” You slur your words as you watch her leave the vehicle. Natasha grabs your face harshly turning you around to face her, and for the first time tonight she looks deeply into your eyes and lifts your eyelids. “Did you fucking take something?” You giggle and mock her as a reply “dId yOu fuckin take something.”

“Relax, it’s nothing we haven’t done before.” Natasha doesn’t need you to go further she can tell by your dilated pupils and the way you can’t sit still in the leather seats. Ecstasy. She knows the signs partly because you’ve done it together a few times when you were younger. She can’t decide if she’s upset that you took it from a stranger or the fact that you took it without her.

“Are you out of your goddamn mind? You don’t even know her!” Natasha shoves you to the other side of the seat and instructs the driver to head back to the penthouse. You've made her mad, mission accomplished but at what cost?

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Entering the penthouse Natasha goes straight to the bar by the window, taking her jacket off and tossing it on the bar stool. For some reason it annoys you, how could she be so upset and hurt when all you did was dance and participate in harmless body shot fun. Okay maybe it wasn’t as innocent as you made it out to be but the fact that she was being hypocritical right now only angered you more. “You’re upset about a dance, body shots, shotgunning some weed and some ecstasy pills?” She keeps her back turned towards you as she sips on her drink. You walk closer to her stumbling a bit when you near the bar.

“It was more than that and you know it, the whore even followed us out to the car and had the nerve to touch you! We didn’t discuss anything about bringing a strange whore into our bed!” She deeply inhales and exhales, closing her eyes to maintain her calm demeanor. “Get away from me y/n, I’m not in the mood to even look at you right now.”

“Aww did you not like her touching my body?”

”Y/n” she says in a warning tone, her face is stern but the way her lips pout in a cute way only makes you want to push further.. “Did you not like her lips grazing mine?”

“I’m warning you, watch what comes out of your mouth.” You challenge her, what could she possibly do when she vowed not to hit you in that way again? You brush off her warning threat and you can’t fully blame it on the drugs and the alcohol for what comes out of your mouth because truth be told it’s been on your mind since that day.

“I would hate to see the look on your face when I actually do decide to fuck someone else!” Her hand finds comfort around your throat, your back pressed against the wall as you struggle to breathe. Natasha doesn’t look like she’s letting go of you anytime soon. Being in this position was a sense of deja vu. Being back home in the bedroom after finding out about Natasha's true actions at Tony’s club, but this time it didn’t end with you receiving a slap to the face and a split lip.

“You don’t mean that.”

“Don’t tell me what I don’t m-“ your snappy response gets cut off when you feel the ripped fabric of your skirt. cold air exposing you and the wet spot of your fancy lingerie. “You think someone can fuck you better than me?”

“The way you’ve soaked your panties tells me otherwise, did you like making me mad? You like seeing me go crazy over you?” Your breathing picks up as she moves closer to you. Her lips ghosting over yours. Everything she said was true, you just wanted to be petty tonight, and give her a taste of what could happen if she ever stepped out on you again. There is always someone out there that would kill for a night with you.

“I asked you a question” she tightens her grip on your neck no doubt a bruise will be left when her hand finally retracts from your skin. You offer no reply back to your girlfriend, only smiling menacingly at her and placing your hand on top of hers adding more pressure to your restricted airway. A flash of excitement rushes through Natasha. You weren’t always like this, so willing to initiate certain kinks like airplay. “I know everything about you and your body, I know what sets you off, and I know I’m the only person that can make you cry out to god.” You don’t hide any sense of humility. Smugness plastered across your face. It’s not enough, you really want to push her.

“Unfortunately for you the same can’t be said for me.” You’ve pushed too far deep now. She knows you can find pleasure from someone else. Of course, it won’t be on the same level as her, but your body will react and openly welcome the pleasure. For her it’s not the case, the prime example of that is now dead. The darkness within her eyes had you retreating. No longer wanting to toy with her but the damage was done, and Natasha had her mind set, once she finally had confirmation that you wanted her to lash out at you and use your body to take out her frustrations. Finally, she slams you to the window, not hard enough to truly injure you but hard enough to have more than a hangover in the morning.

Her lips crash into yours leaving your plea unheard. The kiss was rough and messy, as it normally would be in this situation of claiming you. The feeling of her rough hands tearing at the remainder of your clothes.

“Fuck, you know I love this set on you.” She speaks with mesmerized once again as her eyes land on the lingerie set that had her begging you to stay on for the night. It was a midnight black two piece. Mostly basic, Natasha didn’t need much despite her lifestyle, at least when it came to you she welcomed simplicity she found it just as sexy as you dressing up for her but the reality of it all was she just loved you. No matter how long or how hard it’s taken her to admit that out loud and under the circumstances it came out.

“Duh, that’s why I put it on.” You don’t receive any form of reply. Natasha snatches the fabric of your bralette finally exposing your Breasts. Her animalistic growls only increase the burning desire to have her near your throbbing core. She briefly breaks away from the kiss, roughly turning you around to face the bright lights and industrial buildings. Your face pressed against the window and her fingers plunged into your warm cunt without warning. You didn’t need any foreplay, that started the minute you decided to leave her for the club. Riling her up any chance you got. You hoped that she would fuck you, but you didn’t want to be fucked against this high rising window. You teased her, you angered her, and edged her on, now you were just going to have to deal with it and take what she gives you. She keeps a steady and brutal pace pushing you closer to your high and pulling away just at the cusps.

“Hm, Tash- it’s enough.” You reach behind you with intentions to push her arm away. Natasha smirks and forcefully pushes your pleading hand away and plants it against the window as well. She keeps her hand there for extra security, squeezing your wrist as a silent warning not to do it again or to move it. She wasn’t done tormenting you just yet, but she’ll allow you to cum. She lifts your leg and hikes your thigh up for a better angle, adding another finger to your overstimulated hole. She grunts as her breath fans over the shell of your ear.

“Nat”

“Tsk, what happened to all of that mouth you had a few minutes ago? she knows your fear of heights and still proceeds to fuck you against the thick glass. The fear and the pleasure has your mind going foggy, experiencing both at the same time. She pounds into you harder with each thrust reminding you of who you belong to. The thick glass brought some sort of comfort to your skin, cooling it off from Natasha’s burning touch. No words come from you, only panting and whines. Your breath fogs the glass as Natasha keeps her brutal pace, slick runs down your legs . She doesn’t relent until you practically turn into mush against the tall frame window.

As you feel her body weight slightly removed from your back you sniffle as the tears built up in your eyes struggle from falling down your cheeks. The edges her on even more, the sound of you trying to catch your breath and the small sound of your sniffles push her further. She’s definitely not done being petty. She takes her previous position behind you and pulls your back against her front; she grazes her lips against the warm skin of your ear and her raspy voice lights a fire inside of you from anger and arousal. “Who’s the sensitive one now?” You didn’t need to turn around to know she was wearing that shit eating smirk, you didn’t even need to look at her reflection in the smudge stain glass, you could hear it.

You use all the strength you have left on your shaky limbs to push her away. “What the fuck is wrong with you? You asshole!” You wipe the stray tears that fell from your eyes and Natasha only returns a smirk in response before she reaches for her abandoned drink on the bar counter. “Relax, the window is custom made, there are very few things that would make it shatter and our body weight isn’t one of them.” Natasha isn’t hiding her enjoyment right now, it’s on a very rare occasion when you actually cry for her. After the small moment of silence the soreness and weakened state of your body starts to take effect. Your eyes feel heavy and the drugs start to come back in full effect. It's pretty normal for you when you do smoke, not to mention the post orgasm clarity.

Natasha stood next to you the entire time watching you and she knows you had the idea of sleeping on your mind next and that just wasn’t enough for her, she’s still angry at you. Natasha picks you up and heads for the bedroom, she lays you on the bed gently totally different from her aggressive demeanor in the living room. You think she’s helping you get more comfortable, but the light tap against your cheek tells you otherwise. “Oh, no sweet face, wake up we’re not done yet.” She removes your shoes and tosses them to the floor. You hear shuffling around you still not quite aware of your surroundings.

“You’re a hypocritical, psychotic, asshole.” You mumble into the cool air of the night with closed eyes. The small break was enough for you to gather yourself again and you’re still upset about her putting you into danger like that just to get back at you for what happened at the club. She stops unbuttoning her blouse and kneels over your body until she’s face to face with you, her hands softly rub against your cheeks. “Don’t act like you don’t love it.” Natasha takes her clothes off and sits everything she needs on the other side of the bed, the next thing you feel is the bed dipping. Natasha grabs both of your arms and lifts them above your head, the feeling of soft fabric against your wrist causes you to jerk your body. She pays no mind to you as she continues to focus on knotting the fabric and connecting it to the headboard.

Your mind is still hazy, so every little movement Natasha makes is keeping you alert. “Nat, what are you doing?” You say, your voice is scratchy and hoarse. Natasha returns with a liquor bottle, two shot glasses and one regular glass. “We’re gonna play a game, since you’re in a playful mood tonight.” Is all she says before pouring into the two shot glasses. You curiously watch her in anticipation. She kisses up your stomach leaving bites and wet kisses along the way before she stops at your neck and pulls away all together.

“If you spill any of my drinks you lose.” She places one shot glass on your bare stomach as you shudder from the cold glass she sends you a warning sound. “Careful buttercup you don’t want to lose before we even start now do you?” You have to compose the little self control you have left. Her fingers slide against your thighs as they get closer and closer to your sex her smirk grows wider. Her finger grazes your swollen clit and you have no choice but to react causing the drink to shake but thankfully the alcohol remains in the glass.

Natasha crawls up your body and takes the glass in her mouth while remaining eye contact, she doesn’t finish all of it, she leaves a small amount in the glass and removes it from her mouth and pours the alcohol down your body starting from the center of your chest. You shudder from the contact and Natasha doesn’t give you much of a break as she starts her attack going down your body. She follows the trail that the alcohol leaves behind for her with her tongue. Leaving deep marks and bites along the way until she makes it back to your clit with a gentle kiss that leaves you wanting more. She looks up from your clit at the sound of your moan.

“Isn’t this much better than doing body shots with strangers?” You don’t reply to her, your head is too busy wondering how long she’ll keep this game up. She pours another shot but this time she has a new agenda on her mind. She makes her way up your body right in front of your breathless face. “Are you thirsty?” She knows the answer to that question just based on your appearance. The tension in your throat was becoming too much. You need a sense of relief. She takes your head leaning forward as a yes. Just as your lips were about to make contact with the glass, she pulls it away from you and drinks the shot herself and chuckles from the bewildered look on your face. “What the hell Nat!” You don’t even know what number of shots she’s on right now, but it takes a lot for Natasha to be drunk. A drunk Natasha was a completely different story than an annoyed Natasha.

“You still thirsty?” She whispers against your lips. Her stare is intense and intoxicating. You look away from her to show her just how annoyed you are, of course she thinks it’s cute. She refills the glass and hooks her finger under your chin bringing you face to face with her again. She downs the shot once again and tosses the glass across the room. She keeps your face in place as you try no ring away from her. She smashes her lips against yours and pushes the alcohol into your mouth. It’s fast and sloppy, so small amounts of it leak down the corner of your mouth and as Natasha pulls back she uses her tongue to catch every drip she sees.

“You want more Detka?” She still remains close to you as she reaches over to grab the bottle of alcohol off of the small cart. You only silently nod eagerly, wanting her to do it again. Except this time she hooks a finger underneath your chin tilting your head backwards and tips the bottle over. She notices the sudden change in enthusiasm at the change of direction. She can only laugh at you and your expressions but she can’t get too lost in it. This was a punishment after all. There was no time to be soft, at least so early into things. “Don’t pout.”

The next time she reaches for a shot to place on your stomach she sits the bigger glass on your stomach as well. She follows it up with dropping a few pieces of ice into the glass. “Nat you’re not being fair” frustration grows more when you realize this was a losing game either way it went. It’s not a game at all, it's a punishment of overstimulation. She pulls the wand out and turns it on to the highest level, your moans rise in volume at the first touch. “What was that I can’t hear you?” She keeps a firm grip on the toy and doesn’t relent on the pressure against your clit. “Fuck” you whine from the overstimulation, your legs are numb, and you no longer have the strength to try closing them from Natasha's access. The drinks spill over your body and the sheets Natasha takes in the sight with pride even though you’ve clearly just lost she has not intent on letting up on this game “You lost, baby and you’ve made such a mess.” She taunts you with fake concern as her hand stays firm and she starts moving the toy against your folds.

“Natasha, please.” She pouts at you with her fake sympathy. “Natasha please, what?” She gave your messy pussy a break by turning the level to the lowest Instead of taking it away completely. Your facial expressions plead more towards her than your words do. “Y-ou made your point, okay? now can you please- fuck! untie me?” She hums, weighing her decisions on if she thinks you’ve learned your lesson or not. Not really though because once Natasha Romanoff’s mind was set on something she made sure to go through with it no matter what. She took a little bit of pity on you right now but she really wanted to see this through, plus she was beyond turned on. She’s just stubborn like that.

“You know I don’t like pity cards and you know I don’t like cop outs, but nice try buttercup. You take what I give you and be happy with it.” If you were truly in unbearable pain, you’d use the safe word or Natasha would notice your breaking point and stop everything immediately. “Besides, don't you want to cum?” You growl in frustration as you glare at her, forgetting about the tight silk fabric strained against your skin you hiss in pain after your little tantrum. Natasha chuckles as she presses the toy firmly back into you. “You’re worried about me hurting you, it looks like those are doing it all on their own.”

“Mmh- h-how much longer are you gonna keep me like this?

“Until my feelings are no longer hurt or until I’m satisfied enough with how puffy and messy your pussy gets for me.” You were about to say something until the sensation of the wand tapping against your clit and the curl of Natasha’s finger entering your hole sent you further into ecstasy “Oh! Oh my-“ your fingers clench hard around the fabric of the restraints. “You know you haven’t even said sorry.” The look you gave her made her laugh but you can tell that she was being serious, maybe you did cut a little deep with your words knowing she has abandonment issues among many others. “I’m sorry, please. I’m sorry Tash.” You desperately apologize to her and she gives you no sign that she’s acknowledged it. Natasha turns the toy back on but not to the highest level and trails her tongue to your throbbing and neglected hole. She teases you for a moment by swirling her tongue around the hole before she spreads your folds, dives in and fucks you with firm and fast strokes. The sound of your wetness egging both of you on even more.

Every stroke and flick of her tongue was so intensifying that you forgot all about the silk fabrics restricting your hands from her grasp. Your body jerks from overstimulation but hearing the sound of Natasha’s praise filled moans made up for it. You ignore the stinging pain as the pleasure was much more overpowering. Just as you were getting used to the feeling of being on the edge again Natasha abruptly stops and pulls away from you with your juices smeared over her face. She enjoys the baffled look on your face right now. “I hate you.” You say, breathlessly while glaring at her as your legs shake uncontrollably with the loss of another orgasm.

You both know that’s not true she is using this moment to trap you, she wants to get a reaction out of you, she wants you to beg her to fuck you after you’ve been pleading with her for a break. “No, you don’t.” She places a soft but burning kiss on your skin while doing absolutely nothing to hide that smug expression from her face. You arch your back off of the bed, the sensation is now becoming too much to withstand. Natasha takes note of it and silently looks at you for any signs that you are at your limit. You wrap your legs around her as tight as your worn-out limbs will allow. “Keep going daddy, I’m okay.” Natasha’s strong hands have to keep you in place as she devours what belongs to her.

“Naat” your voice was finally at its breaking point. Worn out and hoarse. Natasha doesn’t budge, she keeps her focus on gaining her pleasure. “Hm fuck, just hold on a little longer” she thrusts against you groaning just how you like it, breathlessly panting with extra rasp in her voice. The moment her breath fans against your earlobe you felt your control slipping away. “Hold on for daddy?” She hooks your leg up for more security. Her fingers would surely leave behind imprints from the way she’s pressed her fingers into your soft thighs. “You feel so fucking good throbbing against me.”

“Just for me” she whispers the words out loud more so to herself than to you, but you respond to her anyway.

“Uh huh” you nod with eagerness as your nails claw at her skin. Natasha endures the stinging pain as she gets lost in the feeling of your warm slick. “Say it!” The sound of her hand making contact with the side of your ass jerks your body. “Just for you! Fuck, just for you!” You cum before Natasha does, you were already worked up and well spent she however still had energy left to use against you. Anger and jealousy were always a motivational boost for Natasha’s sex drive weirdly enough. As you lay there catching your breath Natasha’s movements slow down only for a moment before she’s repositioning herself on top of you. She finally frees your hands from the silk binds. Quickly massaging your wrists and leaving a chastise kiss on them. She spreads your puffy folds and begins angling herself against you. “Tash.”

“You can take it.” The sigh of relief and pleasure that takes over Natasha’s face was definitely worth the soreness that you will feel in the morning. She positions her clit against your dripping hole, she slowly pushes into you. The warmth of your pussy against the tip of Natasha’s clit was pure joy, she doesn’t do it often, or rather she didn’t really have time to do anything other than a quickie. Her mob activities and her regular nine to five businesses were always top priority now with new goals and a clean slate she wouldn’t dream about leaving you and your feelings out of the equation anymore. Especially not if she gets to fuck you like this more often.

Natasha snaps her hips forward, with each thrust your tits bounce in perfect rhythm. Her thrusts start slow but firm, until she can no longer hold on. Even though her entry point was small it didn’t take away the indescribable feeling of you sucking her in. Natasha pulls back for observation and once she sees the tip of her clit still inside of you something snaps inside of her. The perfect bounce of your tits soon starts to become erratic and sloppy just as Natasha’s thrusts. The loud sound of skin slapping, and wetness was almost enough to drown out anything else.

she buries her face into the crook of your neck, her muffled moans send the last bit of sensation you had left through your body. You don’t move. All of your limbs were non-functional at the moment, your bodies are still pressed together, and you hope to the highest heaven that Natasha meant what she said this time because you could still feel her throbbing against your folds. Your warm juices continue to flow as you watch Natasha come down from her high. “That was so hot.” She bites the side of your neck and soothes it over with her tongue. She takes a moment to place soft kisses anywhere she can on your body. You lay there in comfortable silence as you bask in the warmth and affection, she’s showing you right now because you truly don’t know how long it will last. How long this side of Natasha would stay before she’s back to her cold and set ways of thinking.

You fought off sleep as long as you could, but you were no longer winning the fight, Natasha obviously notices you trying to keep yourself awake. She makes quick work of cleaning you up, during your moment of dazed and fuzzy afterglow you only come down when you feel her in the same area she just abused. “Fuck off tash.” You limply try swatting her hands away from your cunt. Natasha scoffs and chuckles in the same breath. “Shut up and stop squirming. I'm cleaning you up, I should leave you a mess for what you did tonight.” She slaps your pussy once just to add on to the ‘asshole of the night award’ and you call her a bitch which only makes her chuckle. You know it’s a lie, Nat has never deliberately skipped aftercare with you. Only in times when she had to rush out unexpectedly, back when she was still in training to take over the business. Back when your relationship was in an awkward place.

During your small moment of reminiscing, you feel the bed shifting. The warm heat of Natasha’s skin against yours and the faint feeling of her breathing gets you to crack your eyes open to be greeted with her patiently awaiting your gaze. “Hey.” Your groggy greeting is cut off forcefully by Natasha’s lips smashing into yours. She pulls back looking you over as her nimble fingers ghost over your skin, over every mark on your neck and chest. She’s satisfied with her work tonight. She gives you a few more kisses before pulling you close to her side of the bed and turning the lights off. “Y/n.”

“Hm?” You hum in response while she rubs your back soothingly. “You're the only one for me." She wants to say, “I’m sorry I fucked up for me to realize that.” But she doesn’t want to get deep into that conversation right now. She doesn’t want to be vulnerable and open; she'll save it for another day. “Sleep.” Not long after that you were out cold.

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The next time you shift in bed your eyes are halfway open. You notice Natasha is still sitting up with her back against the headboard talking in a hushed whisper. She hears you stirring beside her. She doesn’t want you awake, she doesn’t want you to hear the conversation. Panic bells sound off inside of your head anytime she gets a phone call in the early hours of the morning. “Let me guess, vacation is over.” Your voice still dripped with slumber but it wasn’t a question it was more of confirmation, confirmation that usually results in you being tossed to the side and neglected. Natasha pauses the conversation you weren’t too focused on trying to hear. You were nearly on your way back to sleep. “No, baby, just go back to sleep.” She gives you a soft kiss to distract your curiosity so you fall asleep without any hesitation or any push back.

The next time you wake up you hear voices, and you feel yourself being moved around. The cool breeze hits your face, but you still remain with low lidded eyes. You’re not in danger, you would know if you were. The hands that hold on to you and occasionally caress your face weren’t unfamiliar ones. You could spot them instantly; you drift back off to sleep with the reassurance of a body nestled close to yours and warmth radiating into you. You wake up feeling the aftereffects from the evening you had last night with Natasha. You stretch your arms out while remaining to keep your eyes shut. You feel the bed for Natasha’s body and freeze when you come up empty. She wasn’t here.

You vaguely remember being put in the car and seeing your luggage being carried out of the penthouse. You sit up in bed with pinched brows after you’re aware of your surroundings, you search for your cell phone and find it on the side table plugged into the charger. Most of the messages were from Yelena and a few emails about your new night club. You were just about to call Natasha’s phone to demand answers about the change in location when you heard voices above you on the top deck of the yacht. Not only is Natasha standing there but she has Bucky and Clint with her as well. This was supposed to be a trip away from the mob life and that includes them. You storm up the last few stairs towards her. She knew you’d be yelling at her sooner or later after you woke up.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I thought this was our vacation time?” You cross your arms as you await her answer while also being aware of the extra bodies that were not supposed to be present. “Good morning to you too honey, I slept great thanks for asking.”

“Don’t fuck with me, I’m not in the mood to play with you right now Natasha.”

“We’re still on vacation…this needed to be dealt with immediately.” Her response doesn’t do anything for you to ease up on her. “Oh, c’mon sweet face, I thought this would be better by settling this here so we wouldn’t have to cut our trip short.” She rubs your waist and kisses your face hoping it will cool your temper. “You couldn’t have handled it at the penthouse?”

“You’d rather have me do that in a place where we lay our heads?”

“Natasha, we’re in fucking madripoor! Shit happens here every hour on the hour! Packing me and our things away at the ass crack of dawn for this? was not necessary!”

“Will you relax? You’re always complaining about me being romantic. Well, I was trying to be spontaneous while also getting things done efficiently!”

“Nothing about this is romantic and your whole excuse is a cop out.”

“Surprising you with a morning on a yacht isn’t romantic?”

“Don’t condescend me Natasha, it was the way you did things while also having an ulterior motive behind it.” Natasha grabs your hand before you walk away from her. Linking her fingers through yours and somehow your eyes drift up her body just in time to see the flex of her muscles in the tank top she was wearing. “Calm down, have some breakfast. I have all of your favorites prepared Already. This is not the end of our trip, it's more of a small interruption.” “Fine.” You turn your face away from her and start moving towards the kitchen area for some breakfast. if you were going to be around for this you were not doing it on an empty stomach. Natasha stops you and places her lips to the shell of your ear. “It won’t take long I promise.” She kisses your neck. “We can go back to our room and make that champagne and ice bucket useful, hm?”

“No, absolutely not you’re not touching me after last night, I’m still sore.” You brush past her as she scoffs and glares at you, you can say that now but maybe when she’s finished, you’ll change your mind. Natasha walks back to the group at the seating area and picks up a few pieces of fruit as the paranoid man sits in silence. “It’s my understanding that I haven’t received your payment.” She holds her hand up when the man attempts to speak, no doubt to apologize or make an excuse for his actions. “I don’t want excuses” Natasha doesn’t like pity and she doesn’t like excuses. You'd be lucky enough for her to even ask you for a solution instead of killing you. Charles stupidly ignores her response hoping she’d be able to understand when she hears the full story and his side of things.

“We’ve been having a tough time at the shop and-“ Her fists cut his words short he wasn’t even aware of when she stood up to even get near him. “I thought I just said I didn’t want to hear any excuses.” Natasha sighs with disappointment as she checks her nails like the narcissist she is. “You interrupted my lovely trip with my sweet face over there.” She points to you while you sit at the counter sipping your orange juice. “This was not the way she was supposed to be waking up, Charles. Do you understand my dilemma here?” The man hesitated to answer Natasha. The question was dripping with a sexual undertone, not knowing if he would end up with a bullet between his eyes for answering truthfully. “I-“ Natasha delights in his uneasiness to reply, one wrong word would set her off completely, changing the mood of this meeting. “It’s okay, you can answer.”

“I understand, trust me.” He takes a little too long to turn his attention back to her. So, she grabs him by the collar. “Aren’t you going to apologize?” She tilts her head hovering above him. “I-I apologize for the intrus-“ the back of her hand makes contact with his face. “Not to me you fucking idiot!” She grabs his face and turns it towards your direction. “To her.” You grow awkward with the man’s eyes on you while you are trying to eat. “I’m sorry.” “She can’t hear you! Say it louder!” You heard his apology but you wanted to be left alone for now. After having a week of silence and wild nights with Natasha you weren’t ready for things to start going back to normal. You weren’t ready to go back home and fall into the same pattern again. “I’m so sorry” fully catching your attention you flip him off in response and go back to eating and drinking your juice. He turns around to look at Natasha for what to do next. She insists on him trying again for an apology. Shooing him away with her hands. He moves further into the kitchen area as you eat your breakfast. Unfazed by his presence. “Um miss I wanted to sincerely apologize for-“ his apology was stopped abruptly when the weight of the waffle iron collided with his face. “What the hell!” He shouts out in agony clutching his broken nose on the floor.

“Why the hell are you in my face? You already ruined my morning, now you’re going to ruin my breakfast too?” You grab him by the collar of his shirt. “No, that was not my intention.” Even if he was telling the truth, you were still pissed about it, so you use this opportunity to use him as a punching bag. Throwing multiple punches to his already broken and bruised face. Clint once again steps next to Natasha. “You just gonna let her do that? We don’t need him dead, Nat.” Natasha looks at Clint with a smirk on her face. She honestly loved that you let out your dark side more now. “I suppose you’re right, but I just love seeing my sweet face go sour and bad for a bit.” Clint makes a face of disgust.

“Please spare me the details of you and y/n’s psycho relationship dynamic, I already told you that you two need therapy like yesterday.” She rolls her eyes and walks away. You stop your attack on his face and you hold him up by the collar of his blood-stained shirt. The small blade presses against his skin; you trail the sharp knife down his cheek and stop at the curve of his neck. “What type of work do you do?” He seems caught off guard with that question as he nervously licks his lips. He doesn’t know if he is supposed to look at you or keep his eyes trained on the cabinets. “I own a butcher shop.”

“Oh, this is perfect.” You take pride in his blatant display of confusion and fear. “You cut and trim meat all day, what’s so hard about that?” You don't give him a chance to reply to you, not that he would even dare try to respond to that loaded question. “Since you’re a butcher I’m sure you’re aware that a single incorrect cut could ruin a good piece of meat.” He stares up at you in pain and confusion as you tilt your head adding more pressure behind the knife. Natasha arrives in the kitchen area just in time.

“Okay, that’s enough, buttercup.” She pulls your back to her front and holds you in place. “Put the knife down.” She rubs your body soothingly to bring you back to a calm state. It takes you a few seconds, but you eventually flick the blade back into its safety pocket and place it into Natasha’s hands and let the man go in the process. As she puts the small knife in her pocket Natasha looks down at the bloody figure on the floor. “I know how much you wanted to cool off a bit, I don’t know what possessed him to bother you.” She snuggles her face closer to your neck inhaling deeply, She loved the scent of you. As Natasha was distracted the man quickly defended himself once again.

“You literally told me to come over here and apologize!” He shouts out at her stupidly once again not knowing how dangerous that is. “No, I don’t think I did, actually.” Instead, she replies back with a cool and calm demeanor she wanted to see if you’d attack him again. ”Yes you did!” Charles shouts back defensively and Natasha kicks him in the face “Shut up!” You crane your neck to watch Natasha’s body language. “Don’t listen to him baby Especially since I know how grumpy you get when something interrupts our plans.” She softly kisses your neck when she’s done telling the lie. You take a moment to look down at your silk pajamas and groan frustration.

“He got his blood all over my new pajamas, now we have to buy another set of matching ones.” Natasha just chuckles at your response. Blaming that poor man for getting blood on your expensive robe when you were the cause of it being there in the first place. She loved it. Part of her wished your father would’ve made you more involved with the mob activities like she had to. She would’ve had this sight of you way early on into the relationship, but she loves you just the way you are right now. “Don’t worry about it. We can buy all the matching pajamas you want, I’ll take care of it.”

“Yeah, you will especially since this is your fault for sending him over here in my goddamn face in the first place.”

“See, I told you!” You both speak at the same time. “Shut up!” When the man quiets down Natasha doesn’t try to deny it this time she just laughs and pulls you closer to her. Of course, you knew she was lying. “I’m sorry, I just thought you wanted to let some anger out and I was clearly right.”

“How thoughtful of you.” You gently pat her cheek. “I know.” She leans forward placing her lips on yours. She growls in surprise when you take control, shoving your tongue down her throat. Backing her up into the counter and harshly biting her lip. “Don’t tease me right now dekta.”

“Can you two stop sucking face? We have import shit to deal with here!” Bucky was getting annoyed. From the time being wasted and just from seeing you two showing public displays of affection. You clench your jaw, looking over Natasha’s shoulder. Who the hell did he think he was? You pick up an empty champagne flute and launch it at Bucky. “Shut the fuck up!” He dodges the glass before it makes contact. Clint pulls Bucky aside with force. “You seriously need to let it go, Buck.” Clint harshly whispers to him. He snatches his arm from Clint and goes to sit down on the padded couch. Seeing him be seated like a good little guard dog that he should be. As Clint snatches the man from the floor and away from the kitchen area you focus back on your girlfriend. “Finish everything up here and I’ll be downstairs. Don’t take too long though, I’m not promising to keep my hands off.” You slide your hand underneath the silk waistband of her pajamas. Natasha’s eyes blown wide, she couldn’t wait to get this over with to have you screaming out in pleasure and pain once again. You bring your hand back out into the open. Natasha licks her lips at the glistening wet slick dripping down your fingers. You place your fingers on her lips. She welcomes them openly, sucking the flavorful juices off your fingers. You lean in ghostly whispering against her lips.

“If you get this handled quickly the next time, we kiss I’ll have the taste of your cum on my lips.” Her breath hitches and she’s more determined to get this shit done now more than ever. Hell, she might even give him more time and just have Clint and Bucky take Charles back home. That would be the only time she would show forgiveness. The only time she’d be so lenient to someone who wronged her.

Natasha makes her way back to the seating area; she makes a show to whistle from your previous actions. “Yeah, she’s pissed. I was going to put on a show for her but I’m feeling merciful and gracious.” She pops a few pieces of fruit in her mouth and turns directly to face the bruised and bloody man. “So, let’s talk about how you’re going to move forward to get me the money that I’m owed and how you’re gonna pay extra for this inconvenience, shall we?”

They found a way to come to an agreement and the instant that the problem had been solved Natasha jumped up from her seat with haste and intended to run downstairs to you. “Natasha, we have another problem.”

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“No, we just fixed it…any other problems can wait until tomorrow or until I officially return from my vacation.”

“Uh, Nat you’re not listening…”

“And you’re not listening to me Clint, this trip was to make things up to y/n, and I don’t need calls interrupting the time I made for her. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have holes that I need to fill downstairs and you’re making me late.” Clint visibly gags and Natasha’s satisfied with his reaction to walk away from him to leave him with that burning image. “Jesus! Keep that to yourself I swear to God I’m this close to ditching my earring aids whenever I’m on duty! and I’m serious Nat it’s about Alexei.” Just as she was walking away from him she stops in her tracks as soon as he mentions the name. She slowly turns around to face him and a silent Bucky. “What kind of problem is it?”

Time passes longer than you would’ve liked but once again you were used to it. This trip did nothing but show you the reality of your life and your relationship. You could never truly get away from this lifestyle. You quickly change into normal clothes, your mood has drastically changed and the likelihood of your girlfriend returning to you anytime soon was uncommon. As expected when the bedroom door opens you know it’s Natasha and you know she’s come to tell you the bad news but what she doesn’t expect is for you to already have the bags packed and ready to be put into the car. Her apology falls dead on the tip of her tongue as you cut her off before she even had the chance to release it. “I don’t want to hear it.” Your response is cold and calm, two signs she’s much familiar with now, you could snap at any moment. Which furthers the internal need to be close to you she knows there’s a chance of a fight happening, an item being thrown at her hell you could be hiding a knife somewhere just waiting to make your move. She ignores her thoughts and cautiously takes small steps towards you at a time.

“Hey, it’s another emergency that needs to be addressed and it’s much bigger than what happened this morning.” You don’t say anything to her as you sit in silence on the edge of the bed. She tries to be near you to bring you some sort of comfort, but you stand up and head for the door with your luggage in hand. “I told you I don’t want to hear it; I don’t want to hear excuses.” Natasha already felt bad and now you’re using her own shit against her which makes her feel even worse. She reached for you hoping you’d let her explain the situation further. Maybe it’ll ease the pain if you knew just how dire it was to fly back home. All she got in return was a stinging slap to the face before you stormed out of the room with your luggage completely. Natasha wasn’t expecting it but she isn’t mad at it, you’re upset, angry and hurt. She knows you’re not letting it all out, so a slap to the face is something she’d have to endure. She grabs a duffel bag and tells Bucky and Clint to get the rest of the luggage as she follows after you.

You remained silent in the car as Clint and Natasha discussed business matters. You settle for keeping your focus on the car window knowing Natasha is staring at you intently waiting for you to address her. To say something. Anything. She leans closer to you, and you counter her movements by sliding closer to the door. She tries again by placing her hand on your thigh to silently apologize for cutting the trip short. You remove her hand immediately. In your eyes it looked like she lied about what happened earlier, which in truth she didn’t lie, things just played out that way. How Inconvenient for her. She leaves you to deal with your emotions and goes to her phone texting Yelena about your incoming attitude and about this meeting that Alexei demanded to have.

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You make your way onto the private jet, and you still have not said one word to Natasha other than your outburst from earlier. You flop down in the seat after taking a sucker from the candy bowl and popping it into your mouth. Natasha brings two champagne flutes over as she sits next to you. She asks you something and your only response is to grab the abandoned pair of headphones and turn the volume up to true maximum level to drown out her repeating apologies. “Can I have some?” She removes the left side of your headphones to speak directly into your ear. When she has your attention, she nods to the candy that’s in your mouth. You roll your eyes and hand her the bowl only she never reaches for it. Instead, she goes for the sucker in your mouth, and she reaches for the end of the stick. Lightly tugging on it for you to release it from your tight grasp. Making a sound of annoyance and disapproval you swat her prying hands away.

“You’re not gonna share with me?” You once again shove the bowl of candy near Natasha, and she still doesn’t budge. That’s not what she wanted. This was her way of getting you to interact with her. To acknowledge her. It’s not the first time something so childish as candy could bring you back from a fit of rage and anger and back into her embrace of understanding and forgiveness. A little lighthearted interaction to let her know how deep in shit she was truly in once the two of you were back home and things went back to the everyday routine. Natasha makes a disapproving noise and tosses the candy bowl on the empty seat next to her. She’s had enough of your attitude and your unwillingness to hear her out, this wasn’t like any other excuse that truly needed her presence. Natasha quickly grips your face and turns your attention back on her.

“I didn’t plan this. Trust me I would rather still be on that yacht with you right now, but this is serious." You shrug her off of you, annoyed with her cryptic responses, she never really goes into detail about why things were serious or so urgent that you sit at the dinner table alone most nights. You remove the candy from your mouth and lick your lips, an action Natasha focuses on intensely. “You still haven’t told me what’s so serious that you cut our vacation short, a vacation I only got because you let Stark get in your head and you couldn’t keep your hands off of an attention seeking whore!” Your voice raises in volume and Clint and Bucky share a look but they remain in their seats unbothered. They’re pretty much used to the outbursts between you two and they’ll only intervene if Natasha tells them to. Meanwhile you lean away from her and place the candy back into your mouth seemingly being done with this conversation. Natasha rubs her face harshly and exhales a deep breath that she’s been holding since she got the news. Natasha calms her nerves trying to stay on her new path by managing her temper. She’s trying her best to communicate properly. “It has to do with Alexei.”

“Alexei?!” You could’ve cut the inside of your mouth with how fast you pulled the candy out of your mouth from hearing his name. She nods her head and swigs down her champagne. She was nervous. “You know just as much as anybody how dreadful this surprise meeting is going to be for me.” Natasha hasn’t spoken to Alexei directly in a long time and she hasn’t seen him in the flesh for even longer. The two of them never got along and when Natasha started to rebel against him and his orders, that caused the drift between them. The final straw that broke the camel's back was her continuing to defy him by being in a relationship with you. Once he found out about you two, things changed. He treated you differently, he deemed you as a distraction to his daughter. Of course, his attitude could only be expressed slightly back then with your father still being around and being the man in charge but once he was murdered, Alexei didn’t hold his tongue any longer. He had free reign to say anything he wanted. He Finally got to release the built-up aggression that built up over the years starting from the moment you came back, and the moment Natasha set her eyes on you.

The harsh and cruel words spewing out of his mouth no longer held back in the depths of his throat. The words remained there from the first day he caught you and Natasha together. The memories brought back pain not just yours but Natasha’s as well. You saw how she was treated by that man for as long as you’ve known her. You finally turn your whole body to her and the first thing you can see is the sincerity in her eyes. “I know.” You say with softness and love. You hold your hand out to her and she doesn’t touch you. You move your hand closer to her, placing it in her lap. “Are you gonna hold my hand or what?”

“That depends if you’re gonna slap me again or not.” You shake your head ‘no’ in response and she links her fingers with yours. Now you feel bad for slapping her knowing she has Alexei on her brain already, that abuse was enough on its own, even though your feelings and reaction was valid you needed to apologize. “I’m sorry for that by the way.” You use your other hand to rub against the cheek you previously struck. “No, you aren’t.” She cracks a smile and you return the same mirrored emotion back at her. “Okay, maybe not completely but I’m sorry for not hearing you out earlier.” You slowly exhale, lowering your gaze down to your abandoned hand on Natasha’s lap. “I was just really starting to get used to this kind of lifestyle.”

“You’ve always had a luxury lifestyle, what are you talking about?”

“Not that, I meant being normal. Having a normal and domestic lifestyle, that doesn’t involve waking up to random strangers in our living room or having to be pulled away from vacation after the shit I had to go through to even get here.” You take a brief moment to calm down. You weren’t trying to start another argument with her, not after you know what awaits her when this private jet lands. The mindset and preparation she has to readjust to. You feel the warm embrace of her hand in yours. Natasha gives you a firm and comforting squeeze before she finally links her fingers with yours. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, I know I’ll never be able to truly escape it but it would be nice to put things on pause more often and just...get away.” You look to Natasha to answer your response as if your statement was a question. She understands perfectly without the use of your voice. She’s known how long you’ve wanted to get away and it was always put on the back burner, had she known that a vacation trip meant this much to you, your passport would’ve been overfilled with stamps by now. She feels guilty for neglecting you and not being attentive to your needs. All she had to do was make a call and everything you wanted would be everything you’d have. “We’ll take more trips…I promise.” You give her an annoyed look, it's something you’ve heard before and you’d rather not hear the lie again. “I’m serious, if you want to take a trip just book a flight or call Fitz to have the jet ready and we’ll go wherever you want.”

“Tash, you talk a sweet game, but we both know how this will play out.”

“I’m making changes, I’ve put in the effort and I’ve owned up to my mistakes. I’m being serious, I really mean it this time.” You hum with satisfaction as you see new determination in her eyes. Your hand tugs the collar of her shirt forward, you hold eye contact for a moment before your lips ghost over hers. “Next time something like this happens just tell me straight up, and don’t start with apologies. Do you understand Natalia? She smirks against your lips as they slightly graze each other. “Yes, my love.”

“Good.” You say, softly and finally lean forward to peck her lips you pull away way too soon for Natasha to even get started on her attack. You pull away with a smug smile while Natasha licks her lips tasting the remnants of sweetness from the cherry blow pop, she was practically begging for moments ago. “I’m stressed out over here and you’re teasing me?”

“You’re right” you go in for another kiss, but this time Natasha pulls you in and holds your face in place as she deepens the kiss. It’s sloppy and desperate, which is another silent sign that means she needs comfort and support right now. when you try pulling away again, she places her hand around your neck giving you a subtle squeeze as a warning to keep still. Natasha makes sure to savor the artificial flavor as she strokes her tongue around every part inside of your mouth. The noises you two pull from each other caused Clint to fully turn his hearing aids off and Bucky turns his headphones on max volume to drown out the lewd sounds. When she finally lets you come up for air, she admires your dazed expression and goes back to drinking her champagne as if nothing just happened.

“You just tried to kill me!” You say as you finally get the sensation of oxygen coming in again. she chuckles and turns her head towards you. “It’s your fault for not sharing with me.” Is all she says before shrugging her shoulders and sighing before she makes a move to get up. You quickly place your hand on hers stopping her movements, a silent question hung in the air about why she’s leaving her seat. “I need to plan things out with Clint and buck” you move your hand and silently nod in agreement but before she leaves you beckon her with your finger for one more kiss which she happily obliged to.

After a few playful nips and bites, you both pull away and you place the blow pop against Natasha’s wet lips. “I also forgot to mention that Alexei is meeting at our house tonight for dinner.” The moments of normalcy and domestication were over, now things were officially going back to what you've been used to since you were born. You just hope and pray that no one ends up dead but maybe that's asking for far too much when Alexei is at the center of the equation.

#damage control au #natasha romanoff x reader #mob!natasha x reader

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✧ 𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 || flowers au ♔

summary: violet gets salty and posts her best friends showing that she doesn't need the people who were her brothers' friends first

warnings: none, i don't think

notes: this is the last thing i am going to post for flowers (just for a little while i promise). i'm going to work on my quinn fic and then maybe a few other things before coming back. anyways, this is kind of her clapping back at everyone and the start of her replacing people (mostly since they were luca and adam's friends first she realized that she didn't need 'pity' friends) so you're welcome if that is you wanted bc me too (except for luke because he's the best one of them all because even though he was friends with adam and luca first, luke will pick violet over them any day) and also a little fantilli sibling repair because they can't be broken forever. + a little bit of violet reassurance because she needs it from everyone. basically she's doing this because she feels like she doesn't feel like she tells them enough and is in a depressive state right now so... it's kind of like a call for help in a way but very subtle add yourself to the taglist ➵ taglist!

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messyviolets appreciation post 1/5. this week has been hard so i figured i would highlight my favorite people in a thanks for everything they have done for me.

i'm starting with the first friend i ever made when i got to uofi. she has been there for literally everything and i just couldn't be more grateful for her and everything she's done for me. she knows me more than i know myself and just, she's amazing i couldn't wish for a better best friend.

i love you olli

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ollie.barnes i love you, v! you're are so amazing, you deserve everything, the whole world, the whole universe, literally everything

⤷ messyviolets crying

thompsonjared63 i ain't never seen two pretty best friends- oh wait, yes i have and they're my best friends too

⤷ messyviolets gay

⤷ ollie.barnes gay

⤷ thompsonjared63 right (sort of), but rude

mmcarthy06 i know them!

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justin.rolland94 we better be getting a post (it's okay, we know you love us anyways)

⤷ messyviolets ...no comment

user01 i feel like these next four posts are either going to be really heartbreaking or really cute

⤷ user02 i feel like we won't be the ones heartbroken

⤷ user03 i think some people are going to get a big wakeup call

user05 you guys are literally the cutest people ever

⤷ ollie.barnes thank you!

⤷ messyviolets you're so sweet!

user06 i think they forgot to save some pretty for us

user07 god really does have favorites

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messyviolets appreciation post 2/5, the main five

following meeting ollie, we met these three weird guys that were moving in across the hallway from us and that led us to millions of memories. jared, mikey, and justin have been through the gutter with us and put up with our shit and i don't know why they haven't left us yet. this group has done some unexplainable things together but we do it together and that's what matters. but thank you for being my big brothers whenever i needed them and thank you for introducing me (and ollie) to the hockey team, doing god's work fr.

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justin.rolland94 yay! she posted about us. i love you too, v. you're like my twin and i couldn't be more grateful to meet you

⤷ messyviolets i fear i broke him

mmcarthy06 awe v, don't get all sappy on us. i love you too!

⤷ messyviolets i will delete this post

⤷ justin.rolland94 just because mikey's being an ass doesn't mean you have to punish me and thompsonjared63 too

⤷ messyviolets if one of you gets it, you all get it

thompsonjared63 my little sister! thank you for helping me out with my calc homework

⤷ messyviolets i'm younger than you by like two days

⤷ thomsponjared63 two days that i have lived and you haven't

adamfantilli big brothers huh?

⤷ messyviolets don't worry, you and luca.fantilli will always be my favorite brothers

⤷ luca.fantilli and you're our favorite sister

user08 this group is just ahhhhh, she needs to post them more

⤷ mmcarthy06 yeah she does

⤷ justin.rolland94 call her out messyviolets

⤷ messyviolets i'm sorry, i know i do, i still love you

⤷ justin.rolland94 we know v, we're just messing with you

⤷ messyviolets thanks jus

user09 how is she so social?? i feel like she gives off major introvert vibes

user10 violet... give us more boy content. you always seem to find the cute ones

⤷ messyviolets i will get right on that, ma'am

markestapa i think the umich team is need of a post too...

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messyviolets appreciation post 3/5, my hockey boys

like i said earlier, i wouldn't have met these guys without jared, mikey, and just. these boys are my found family, they are literally everything to me. they would do everything and anything for me and they are so supportive of me and everything i do which isn't common to come by these days. thank you for staying up late to study for my psych exam for me, thank you for going to late night mcdonald's runs with me, thank you for picking me up from parties, thank you for crying with me when i couldn't bare to be by myself, thank you for helping me through tough times, thank you for everything

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nathan.dash you're going to make me cry, v

⤷ messyviolets no don't cry!

⤷ nathan.dash we'll always be there for you, just call when you need us. love you

⤷ messyviolets love you too

aidan.taylor10 violet, i know what you're thinking. stop it

⤷ messyviolets i can't help it, aidan. i love you

⤷ aidan.taylor10 i love you

nick7andersen you don't need to say thank you, v. we do that because we want too

⤷ messyviolets ...i know

⤷ nick7andersen mhmm, love you v

⤷ messyviolets love you too, nicky

drakenilescox i'm commenting so when you see the notification you can laugh at my last name like you always do

⤷ messyviolets thank you, dray. i needed that

⤷ drakenilescox don't thank me... thank my dad. i love you violet (and stop it. i know what you're doing)

⤷ messyviolets i love you too (and i'm trying)

alexlleskaj17 we'll do everything for you, even if it's performing at one of your recitals

⤷ messyviolets omg i forgot about that! thank you guys for that, you were amazing

⤷ alexlleskaj17 and we would do it again, love you v

⤷ mesyviolets love you alex

a.varrassi22 like you said, you know we'll be there for you anytime you need, you're our little sister. i love you

⤷ messyviolets now you're going ot make me cry, anthony. i love you too

edwards.73 i thought you said you weren't replacing us

⤷ messyviolets sorry, didn't know i needed permission to have new friends. and i didn't know i had to listen to what you wanted me to do

⤷ markestapa that's not what he's saying, v

⤷ messyviolets i don't need my brothers' pity friends, but thank you

⤷ rutgermcgroaty v, we're your friends too

⤷ messyviolets are you though? or are you just friends with me becuase of adam and luca...?

⤷ user11 you dropped this 👑 messyviolets

⤷ messyviolets oh, thank you, love!

markestapa what's gotten into you

⤷ messyviolets not you apparently

⤷ _connorbedard oh shit

⤷ user12 shit just got real

user13 violets speaking out and i am loving it

⤷ user14 frrrrr, the tea is piping hot

user14 queen violet is talking her shit

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messyviolets 4/5 appreciation posts, my best friends

i know i say i have a lot of best friends, but truly, cole and luke are the best ones i have ever had (i'm sorry). these two have been the most supportive people in my life and it's making me cry to even write this. they have always seen me for who i truly am unlike others and it just makes me so happy to finally be seen for who i am and not who i remind them of

luke, when i first met you i couldn't help but call you a sunflower. you make the room light up wherever you go and everyone is always so much happier when you're around. i remember jack texting me to tell me how excited he was that you were going to be in jersey with him and he was going to be able to play in the nhl with his little brother. you have done so much for me and i couldn't be more happy to call you my best friend. thank you once again for seeing me as violet and violet only.

cole, i don't see you that often and that breaks my heart. when i met you at the lake house i was immediately drawn to you. i wish we could see each other more often so hopefully when the hawks play the canadiens i can come see you! i miss you so much. thank you for always making sure that i am okay whether it's a call once a week or even a text before you play a game. thank you again for making sure that you see me as me and not someone's sister.

you guys are the best and i wouldn't be where i am without you, love you guys so much

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colecaufield violet, what's wiht you and making people cry today. i love you so much and i miss you, you better come to a game soon

⤷ messyviolets i'll try my hardest, coley! love you

lhughes_06 violet, you are the most amazing person. i would choose you every day and any day over anyone and everyone. if anyone should be saying thank you it should be me. thank you for everything you have done for me, supporting me through my rookie season, through break ups, through class, everything. i love you violet, can't wait to see you

⤷ messyviolets uncalled for, lukey. this is my appreciation post for you

⤷ lhughes_06 i know you need the reassurance sometimes and i know what you're trying to do, don't do it, violet.

⤷ messyviolets you guys know me too well. thank you lukey, love you so much

markestapa so they get a post but we don't... didn't you meet them from adam and luca too

⤷ colecaufield look dude, if you're that mad about violet not being close friends with you anymore, so much so that you have to talk crap to her, then maybe you should move on and get over your crush

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user15 they are so cute... i love their friendship. it warms my heart

user16 i'm literally going to cry, cole standing up for her is the best thing ever

user17 mark's getting it and i'm here for it, he's a complete ass

⤷ user18 if anyone comes at violet for defending herself we're gonna through some hands

jackhughes thank you for taking care of him, v

⤷ messyviolets jacky, it's nothing

⤷ _quinnhughes it is though, v. you're his best friend and you make him happy. you are the best person ever, we love you too

trevorzegras keep doing you v, we all love you and support you

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messyviolets

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messyviolets 5/5 appreciation post, the best for last, my hawks

after i met connor he introduced me to kevin and lukas and i couldn't be more grateful for that. the four of us have done so much together for only knowing each other for two months.

kevin and lukas are more of my brothers from another mother becuase i have so many at this point. we truly are just an iconic trio (or group when connor decides to actually join us for pictures)

connor, you're connor. you're amazing and thank you for everything, no words needed

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lukasreichel44 oh yeah, we made it again boys. we are her favorites, i'm calling it

⤷ messyviolets don't expose me lukas

⤷ kevinkorchinski whoops, sorry. you loooooooooove us

⤷ messyviolets yes, yes i do

kevinkorchinski when are you coming to visit again???

⤷ messyviolets depends on who i'm going for

⤷ user19 tea!!!!! i hope she's talking about connor

liked be messyviolets and _connorbedard

_connorbedard no thank you's needed, v. you deserve the whole world

⤷ messyviolets connie...

⤷ user20 they are so cute

titobeauvi91 just a group of kids

⤷ messyviolets omg! hi tito!

⤷ titobeauvi91 hi violet

ryan_donato y'all are crazy

⤷ messyviolets ryan's here too??? where do you guys come from?

adam.fantilli how many times have you visited them

nhlblackhawks we love when you visit violet! you need to come visit soon again

⤷ messyviolets alright, who hacked the hawks insta?

caleychelios_nhl violet! we need to hang out sometime

⤷ messyviolets y-you're caley chelios. omg. i want to be you when i grow up

𝑻𝑨𝑮𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻 ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

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[saiidahyunie]

Hello, just read the Sana headcanon that was requested by an anon, so i thought i'm gonna shoot my shot:) Can I request some jihyo x reader domestic fluff? 🥺🤧

park jihyo x reader ; fluff

synopsis: being a homebody with jihyo is something that you'll never get tired of.

wc: 1.4k

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a/n: you guys would never see me leave the house with this dork.

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the alarm on your phone didn’t go off this morning, though you didn’t really seem to care since the sleep felt nice for once. 

buried under the covers becoming one with the mattress until you felt a sudden weight fall over you, fluttering your eyes slowly to the fan spinning above you in the bedroom as you shift a little bit to get more air in your lungs. 

you look down to see what was all the commotion to see that jihyo was laying on top of you, trying to capture some of the warmth that you were keeping inside the cover as she hums against it, you softly smile at your girlfriend’s wakeup routine–something that you love her doing especially on sundays. 

jihyo then pulls the cover from your neck down a bit slightly to get a closer look of your sleepy face, brushing her lips all over you as an effort to stir you awake. you tried your best to resist as you weaved your arms up and out to her waist, pulling her closer to you even though you might just suffocate from the weight–especially her breasts. 

“i thought you were gonna let me sleep in baby.” you mutter as jihyo nestles her head on the crook of your collar bone, the minty breath tickling the small hairs on your neck.

“i did…yesterday.” 

“we’re not doing anything today anyway.” you sigh out as you shift yourself to the side, jihyo lifting herself off of you and she is admiring the view you’re giving her. 

your face was now pressed against the pillow, hair covering the upper half of your face as the oversized shirt you were wearing was exposing a little bit of your shoulder that jihyo was resting her head on a few moments ago. tossing and turning to get into a more comfortable position as you try to get yourself back to sleep. 

jihyo then crawls over to you, pressing her lips onto your cheek as a last resort to get your senses awake as she continues to raid your face with kisses, making you sit up slightly to give her some of your attention in the first hours of the morning. 

“alright you got me up.” you say annoyingly as jihyo snickers at you groaning at yourself, clearly cranky that your girlfriend ruined the beauty sleep that you were enjoying. 

“why did you get up so early anyway?” you ask as you continue to rub your eyebrows from the stupid pieces of crust and dead skin that was on your eyelashes, only to see that jihyo had left the room. 

before you could immediately flop back to the bed, you let out a yawn as jihyo walks in with a tray, setting it down right next to you as you prop yourself back up on the headboard, fixing your oversized shirt as jihyo grabs a bite from the tray. 

“i made you some breakfast!” jihyo says cheekily, “one of your faves; grilled cheese and orange juice.” you smiled at her as you grabbed the glass of juice for a quick sip before getting the sliced piece of the sandwich she cooked for you.

“this is what you wanted to wake me up for? just for breakfast in bed?!” 

jihyo nods in between her sandwich, “i thought i’d treat you a bit for helping me at work the other day.” 

you lean back as you recall her asking to help her with a last minute preparation for one of her coworker’s birthday parties, it was fun, but they did end up passing out towards the end after having too much to drink. 

“ah, i see” you teased as you continued to munch on the last bits of your slice. “thankfully the cleanup wasn’t that difficult to deal with.” 

“yeah, gosh i don’t even want to think about what could’ve happened.” she replies as the both of you laughed at the event that happened that friday evening. 

once the plates and cups were empty on the tray, you reached out for her hand, rubbing her thumb as you reach over for your glass of juice to finish. 

“you still hungry?” you ask as you place the glass back onto the tray.

jihyo thinks about your question for a second, nodding her head after. “you offering to cook for me?” 

“why not, forget sleeping in when you gave me this.” 

jihyo giggles as you reach over for a quick kiss before getting off on the bed, but as you were about to head out the door to the kitchen, you hear jihyo call you again, turning your head back to see what was up this time.

“wait!” 

a second of silence filled up the room as you lean against the door frame while she’s still on the bed, sitting with her legs crossed. she looked pretty cute in her simple black hoodie with grey sweats–hair tied up in a messy bun as she placed the tray on the nightstand before giving her attention back to you. 

“carry me over there?” she asks politely, you duck your head down at her request, knowing that you couldn’t resist saying no to her. what ever park jihyo wants, she will get. 

“sure, what would you like for your second breakfast today?” you ask as you turn your back towards her, giving a piggyback ride as she wraps her arms around your neck, lips floating next to your ears. 

“surprise me! i know you’re a five star chef so do your magic.” you chuckle at her response as she points her arm up in the air, almost like commanding a battalion to battle back in the medieval times as you slowly made your way to the kitchen.

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the sizzling of the pan and the aroma of the food kept jihyo salivating as she watched you cook, something about your backside that just kept her hypnotized as you let your hands do the work, humming while finishing up the food. 

it didn’t take that long as jihyo looked up from her phone to see the plate of eggs with pancakes rested with a slice of butter on top of them , well seasoned and made with care–something that you took your time with when cooking for her. 

“please enjoy as always.” you say, placing your hand out at your lovely creation as jihyo softly applauded at your work. 

“thank you again my wonderful cook!” jihyo says before picking up the utensils and slicing up the pancakes right away. 

as for you, you went to the fridge to grab a small container that was filled with more fruits that jihyo brought earlier, this time it was just a bunch of grapes since you were fine with eating half of a grilled cheese sandwich that jihyo cooked for you, along with another glass of orange juice as the drink. 

few words were said at the kitchen island as you indulged in the food that was in front of you two. you loved sunday mornings like these–because like other days it’s always spent with jihyo. 

another look of love is on your face as she makes a cross expression–an indicator that she really likes the food that you made for her, continuing to clean up the place of the four slices of pancakes and two slices of eggs that were over easy–her favorite as she places the fork and knife on the plate, finshed as she hums happily at you while you were nodding her back like a dumb bobblehead toy (you love her when she’s like this you couldn’t help yourself). 

“done already?” 

“that was so good babe, you should cook more often.” 

“don’t i already do that??” you ask as she looks away with a poutful look on her lips, crossing your arms as she laughs at you annoyed again. 

“you know i’m kidding right?” 

“i know you are.” you reply as you shift over closer to her, pulling her in for a hug while she’s still sitting down. looking at her face only to notice a small piece of egg hanging from her bottom lip. 

“you got something here.” you say, pointing to your bottom lip, mirroring the same spot where the small piece of egg was at. 

“do i?” jihyo asks, trying to grab it immediately, you stop her for a quick second. 

“let me clean it off for you.” 

you then lean your head in for a kiss, swiping your tongue at the spot where the little egg piece was at before you pressed your lips in more, causing jihyo to latch onto the back of your neck, softly groaning into your mouth as you smiled against hers before pulling away for a quick second. 

“you ready for some dessert?” 

#twice x reader #anon ask #jihyo x reader #kpop x reader #twice jihyo #twice imagines #park jihyo #twice fluff #jihyo fluff #saiiidahyunee

[avalikesf19]

A Day at quadrant: LN4 (Part 2)

Author note: I don’t even know how to post anything on this and never wrote a fic but I hope this is good but I think it’s pretty shit and I haven’t finished it yet and if any writers want to use this idea you can for sure just @ me please oh and if you have feedback please let me know thanks xx

Also i tried to change my like writing style thing cause i feel like it was shit last time but yeah idk

Lando x quadrant fem reader

Blurb: reader is a member of quadrant, she games most of the time but also likes f1 along with her best friend Ria bish. She is friends with all members at quadrant and finds it a good laugh with all her mates, but maybe her view of someone in particular is more than a mate..

Warnings: sexualising, swearing, mention of a gun, leaked tape, sad distraught reader, friends to maybe lovers if I make it a series? Smut-ish? If I missed any let me know (I don’t know how to do warnings sorry x)

Well wasn't last week a fucking eventful week. You still cant stop thinking about Lando right next to you comforting you about what happened. You're starting to feel better about the whole issue and get some support from people online and all the other members of quadrant, but fuck that was just shit. You haven't been in any quadrant videos since, but you're in a better place now and probably need to start participating in them more.

Lando and ethan make the idea of quadrant meeting up at landos apartment and trying to train like him for a day. You aren't exactly looking foward to it but oh well, at least Ria is going. You text your gc back and tell them that you will do it too. Then, you get a message.

Lando: are you 100% sure ur okay to come back and film already? you dont have to if you dont want to.

Y/n: yep. I need to get in more videos and im feeling better anyways, thanks for asking.

Lando: all good

Well that was polite and unexpected of Lando to reach out, but whats more unexpected is for your panties to be soaked right now over 2 text messages. well fuck, oopsies.

That night all you can think of is Lando, it's a bit embarrassing to admit, but he was circling around your head like it was an f1 race. You decide to get your head out of it and call Ria to come over and have a chat, since she is your best friend after all. Shortly she pulls up to your apartment in Monaco, funning in bursting of excitement to see you.

"RIAAAAAAA!" you shout when you open the door for her. "Y/NNNN" she replied back. You give her a hug and make her a cup of coffee just how she likes it. You guys sit and chat about the f1 grand prix in Bahrain coming up, and how you hope Lando continues to have a good season with Oscar this year. "Did you see the chat about the new yt vid we doing" You ask Ria. "omg yes and they are bringing angry ginge in I heard" Ria replies back.

"STOP IT" you yell back laughing. You love ginge and his videos, who wouldn't? he's a very very funny bloke. "OMG i''m definitely coming tomorrow then to the recording are you kidding?".

Unfortunately time goes by when you're having fun, and Ria was the most fun, so she had to go a few hours later which felt like minutes. Besides you both need sleep for the youtube vid you're filming tmr at Lando's. You go to bed and try to sleep as much as you can, which didnt happen lol.

rise and shine love. It's already 6am and time to go to Lando's place to film. Normally you don't have to wakeup early as fuck but for the purpose of the video and "being Lando Norris" you had no choice. You get to his apartment after parking at the front and knock on the door, to which he opens. "hi y/n" he says nicely and gives you a hug. "So good to see you Lando, where is everyone?".

"first here mate" he says almost excitedly. "so what are we actually doing today like playing video games or some shit" you say. "haha your funny mate, we are lifting weights, eating what i eat, using the sim, and neck strengthening" he says laughing at you. "fuck r u taking the piss" you say laughing. "oh my days Landoooo do I look like an f1 driver" you also reply with. "well yeah thats the whole point of the video ya dumb fuck" he replied jokingly.

"hahaha get fucked lando nowins" you snap back. he laughs as you proceed to miss the chair you went to lean on making you flinch and stumble looking like an idiot. he is still laughing which makes you laugh too. "Lando norizz" u reply. "haha you think I have no rizz, funny" he replies egotistically. "yeah i do actually" you don't at all, in fact he hasn't even tried yet he has rizzed you up. "wanna bet?" he snaps out.

you don't have time to think before he pins you against the wall and just looks at you with those hot eyes of his. you can already feel your cheeks burning and your thong getting wet. "you say I have no rizz yet your cheeks are burning, and I bet those panties are more soaked than that porridge you tipped over the counter when you stumbled at my gaze, huh?" he grunts out.

what the fuck just happened, first how did he know and secondly did he just pin you against the wall. not the first time you want that to happen. you know what fuck it if we wants to be like that then he may as well be uncomfortable the whole video.

"how did you know about my tight, black lacy thong i'm wearing over my tight pussy hey? not your first time thinking about it aye?" you tease him, but whole walking over to him you see him looking uneasy.

why? because ginge was at the fucking door and heard that, and can see Lando's boner from a mile away. "well bonjour" ginge says laughing. "bonjour mate" lando says as he daps up ginge covering his boner and trying to ignore what just happened.

You already know this video is gonna be the longest set of your life..

sorry its a short one x

#lando norris #formula 1 #quadrant #ln4 #f1 fanfic #ln4 x reader #lando fic

[blueeofsl]

Okay so this is going to be a pretty long analysis on @somerandomdudelmao ‘s most recent update… Will have to be split into multiple posts because of pictures

Been staring at the post for a while and damn,,, imagine going from dying in an unforgiving wasteland to waking up in what I can guess is a soft mattress with a healthy portion of sheets and blankets. Like those are absolute opposites in terms of comfort

The fact that Leo wakes up with unfocused eyes (compared to his brothers, who almost immediately shoot up), tells us that he’s still expecting himself to be back in that apocalypse.

Also the frown he has in the middle panel, it’s probably just his face relaxing, but we see that it immediately goes to a frown. An “ugh, im so exhausted why am I awake?” Sort of expression. Which kinda continues to show in the last panel of this first page.

And in that entire time, Leo’s eyes never fully focus. Because he isn’t expecting anything good to happen for him. So why should he even try at this point when there’s no one left to save?

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Which brings us to the next page. Zooming in, we can see that Leo is staring at the back of Donnie’s shell. Im guessing it takes him a moment to realize what he’s looking at because we get enough time to see Donnie struggle to stay awake. And knowing Donnie, this hints to Leo that this isn’t some sort of normal hallucination.

We can also see that Leo is on a soft bed, and is being consistently monitored by Donnie. I am wondering what Donnie is working on though. Maybe checking Leo’s vitals? A new prosthetic for Leo? Or maybe, for once, allowing himself to start to plan on a new invention. Something that doesn’t directly involve with whether the resistance will survive the next day or not. He shows this sort of stubbornness to keep himself awake until he’s sure that Leo is okay.

In the last panel we see Leo finally perk up as he crains his neck back to really get a good look at his twin. He probably notices how Donnie’s shell looks a bit wider, his arms a bit stronger. But maybe hasn’t fully recognized it yet. This is also probably where he lets his vision come into focus, and becomes more aware of his surroundings because oh shit, I’m not dying on packed dirt any more.

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Moving on to page 3, Leo reaches out to Donnie to see if he’s real. These poses remind me of the first episode of the comics.

(Episode 1, part 7) Here we see Leo do pretty much the exact same hand motion as his tiny, little self. Which kinda tells us that Leo is moving purely on instinct, on emotion. His mind telling him to seek for that sort of comfort.

When he falls in the last panel of the recent comic, I feel like it becomes some sort of wakeup call for him. Because the fall from the bed to the floor is pretty far from what we see in page 2. And the noise of his shell hitting the floor was probably pretty loud too. Enough to scare Donnie out of what ever he was working on.

Would also like to take a moment to look at Leo’s scars, specifically the one on the shell. I realized it’s the scar from when Donnie had to forcefully pull his shell together by screws and wire. (Part 2 of Episode 11)

The fact that that scar is still on Leo’s shell shows us that it was an impactful moment for him (the revived turtles so far have shown that the scars/features that stay are those they think a lot about or have an emotional attachment to). He was lucky at that time. Because the rubble that caused that injury could have easily killed him. A wrong crack/break in the shell could have left him immobile for the rest of the war. But that’s where Donnie comes in because he knows that Leo would hate that.

The reason why the scar is so big on Leo’s shell now shows how much impact it had on his mind. At least that’s my guess…

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Moving onto Page 4, we get a good view of Leo’s expression in all panels. First one shows pain, a wince. His arm looks to have twitched towards himself in order to protect his head. It could have also twitched because of Donnie’s sudden yell to him.

The second panel shows surprise. Because his twin is picking him off the floor. Symbolically speaking, this could mean that his family is here to pick him up now, to carry him over to better times.

This surprise is also towards the fact that Donnie is able to lift Leo when before, right on the day Donnie dies, it was Leo who was picking up Donnie.

Also notice how in this page, we don’t see Donnie’s face at all. Even when Donnie is lifting Leo up in the third panel, we just see the confusion on Leo’s face. And also, perhaps, a bit of fear. Maybe he was fearing whether or not this was a dream.

But heres the thing. Many have noticed the parallel of Donnie and Leo switching positions in who is carrying who. But I noticed another parallel in this page.

First panel in page 4 looks nearly identical to this page of Leo dying here.

When realizing this, the parallel just made that page so much more emotional to me.

Because Leo was expecting to be brought back to the apocalypse in his head.

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Moving onto page 5, we get another good view of the scar on Leo’s shell. First panel though, love the Donnie face squish. There was no way he was gonna just let his twin sit on the cold hard floor when theres a bed right there.

This might be looking to much into it, but in the first panel, it looks like Leo is shaking too.

We also see that Donnie and Leo are the same size now, when before, Leo was larger than Donnie when the soft shell was sick.

The second panel again shows the emotion Leo is going through. To me, it screams “is this real? I can’t believe it. How is this happening?” And we can see that Donnie’s grip on Leo is strong and firm while Leo seems to sorta cling/melt into his twin.

In the third panel, Donnie is telling Leo to sit still. Perhaps this is because of how badly Leo is shaking, or the fact that he had just fallen out of bed. Either way, what seems as a command for a shitty patient has another meaning; that Leo is okay. He’s going to be taken care of, he just has to let his family take care of him. Just like how he took care of them and so many other people.

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Page 6, We see Leo’s expression again, and the way his arm is still reached out from Donnie pulling it off his shoulder. It’s full of surprise but theres not much fear being shown except for the hollowness in his eyes.

Leo still doesn’t fully believe all of this is real. Then Donnie goes and starts moving around him, checking what’s left of his arm (some people are saying that it’s the first thing donnie checked. Also wondering if this could be him planning on a new prosthetic for Leo), and what I can guess is Donnie checking his heartbeat (the little white ninpo rectangle thing near Leo’s heart).

For Leo, this is quite overwhelming. He lets Donnie do his thing, but it’s been years since he’s seen his brother be so active around him. He shows signs of nervousness too, the wobbly line for his lips, and the way that his arm is tucked towards his middle, and his knees slightly pulled up and together. In that moment, he’s trying to make himself smaller.

Going back to scars again, notice the scarring on his neck. It’s the same injury from when he went to Donnie’s lab for guidance after almost getting his head bitten off by a krang dog. It’s another scar that’s left a large impact on Leo’s mind. Perhaps part of it is because of the krang dog, but another part I think is because of him yelling for Donnie.

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THIS IS PART 1 OF ANALYSIS!

PART 2

PART 3

#rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #future leo #cass apocalyptic series #rise of the turtles #cass fanart tag #oof ive never made a post this big before… #hope it works

[neteyams-tanhii]

It Reminds Me Of You // Oneshot

Y/n x Neteyam Sully : ONESHOT !!

THEMES: Fluff, friends, crushes

NA'VI WORDS : skxawngs - idiot/moron

DESCRIPTION; Y/n and Neteyam Sully have been friends since they were young, though a small, intimate moment is shared one morning that changes the trajectory of their friendship. 

Length: 3k

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Authors note;

Hi!!! This is my first proper post here!! i hope yall like this, i havent written in years; so this was a nice little thing to do :)

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It's early morning in Pandora, the beautiful blue Pandoran sky bids you a good morning as you step outside; you wonder what the day has in store for me, adventure, happiness, love? You'll have to find out as you move on with my day. The sun is just rising through the break in the mountains, coating everything in a light orange hue. The crisp air quickly wakes me up as you take a deep inhale; the cool air makes my way into my lungs and slaps me awake entirely; a great morning wakeup. You look around the mist through the mountain range, the ground a little wet due to the temperature shifts from night to day. You look around the maruis to see who else has woken up at the break of dawn, and you see a few of the women and young children making breakfast and playing quietly as majority of the clan are still asleep.

Recently the clan has been getting back to life as we know it to be; trying to live life as normally as possible. Though as of late life in the omatikaya clan has become dull and glum, the mountains are wonderful, but it is not the same. The mountains are not as fulfilling as life on home tree; yet whoever the people are still feels like home. It's been six years since I've felt the comfort and warmth of home tree; it's bark and wood, it's fanning branches and leaves, nothing will ever replace that feeling or sense. This is a common feeling within everyone within the clan, we all have a longing for home tree, but have settled for the mountains as it is home wherever the rest of the clan is.

Though as I look around the mountain range surrounding the clan, I cannot help but reflect back no my old life in the Omatikayan Forrest, home; where we all played and tussled by the creek, where we would play underneath the the trees and plants, the tree of souls near by to explore and turn to for guidance. To see and hear happiness through everyone, a true sense of community and belonging. It is all lost, burnt to a crisp by sky demons during the war days. Not everything is gone though, one thing has remained the same, the only thing keeping me sane.

THIRD PERSON (neteyam and Lo'ak)

Neteyam was out on the hunt, the weight of his load bearing down on him. The sun has risen by this time, illuminating the Forrest that the brothers explore; it seems like only 2 minutes ago they had left the safety of the family marui. Yet, Neteyam had already caught enough to feed his family for the next two days; which does not surprise either of the brothers in one bit. "Neteyam the mighty hunter," Lo'ak mocks, looking lowly at his one and only catch; a small fish. "Don't worry little bro, let me give you this to carry, " Neteyam hands Lo'ak his biggest catch of the hunt, a nonchalant look on his face as Lo'ak reaches for the carcass. "Are you sure, it was your kill brother," Lo'ak throws the carcass over his left shoulder. "It is no problem, i would not have been able to kill it if you had not found it brother," Neteyam smiles softly, slapping him softly on the nape of his neck as he pretends to not notice the grin his brother is attempting to hide from view.

As the load was getting a bit hefty, the brothers decided to make their way back to their ikran. Along the way Neteyam finds some little treasures he would like his mother to weave into his next armband or into his braids the next time she does them. He quite likes these little treasures and beads, it's keeps Tuk entertained, as she tends to play and fiddle with his hair on occasion. Neteyam shoves these little beads into a pocket on his ikrans satchel as he and Lo'ak Mount their respective beats and begin the flight back to the mountains.

Lo'ak makes sure the massive carcass is tied on tightly to his ikran, as if he lost it he fears he will bear too much guilt. This kill will be able to feed at least three other families for two nights; which is a fair amount of food for a boy of Lo'aks age to bring back to the tribe. Once lo'ak is certain the carcass will not disappear in transit, he nods his head at Neteyam, a signal they can head to the mountains, to the clan to show what they managed to retrieve on the hunt.

- Y/n Pov - You went to the ikran resting place, though you were supposed to be on hunt with Neteyam and Lo'ak this morning, but it seems they have left you behind; definitely Neteyams doing. He always seems to leave you behind, does he think that you are not a good hunter? Or does he not enjoy your company as much as you enjoy his? Or perhaps he likes morning hints to be a brotherly bonding time? These thoughts run through my mind as you mount your ikran, you begin to realise that you do not know where to search for the brothers. A general area sure, but where would have the morning mist taken them, would they be near the carnage of home tree, or closer to the cliff faces by the ocean? You have been in the air for all of 10 minutes; when you hear the yips and hoots of your favrouite band of brothers.

"Y/n! what took you so long?" Lo'ak hollers your way. "You skxawngs didn't bother to wake me up!" you hollered back to Lo'ak, who put a hand up in defence, as a sign that he had no say in your waking hour.

Above cane the yips of none other than Neteyam, you hoot back in response, communicating without speaking; something the two of us have done since we were children.

"Neteyam! I needed to go hunting this morning, my family is out of food; you know this!" You hollered towards the accused, sending a glum look his way, "I apologise, y/n, you just looked to peaceful in a deep sleep, how could I disrupt such a thing?" Neteyam looked kindly your way, "Plus, I have more than enough food to give to you and your family, as an apology for not waking you," Neteyam glanced down at the carcasses, 'I suppose this will be a fit apology,' you think to yourself. You yip twice; letting Neteyam know that you are going to your special place. Neteyam understands, guiding himself and Lo'ak towards the clan whilst you go the opposing way towards your hideaway.

You look back as you see the two disappear into the horizon line, off into the high mountains; whilst you continue on your way. you look around and see the beauty of Pandora, its everlasting life with the greenery, other ikran in the sky, the sounds of your home surround you in comfort. You begin to think back to the stories that you have heard from Toruk Makto; how beautiful earth used to be, but how earth never could have been as beautiful and majestic as Pandora.  You try your hardest to imagine Pandora without life, with horrid things called buildings and roads plastered everywhere, air that is too toxic to breathe and thick mist called fog blocking the view of the mountains. In where would there be quality of life in a place such as that? You get lost in your thoughts as you ikran flies to your special place.

You get drawn out of your thoughts as your ikran begins her descent; down to the lake. The lake is surrounded by magnificent flowers, plants as well as trees. Yet the lake has an ethereal feel to it, it is so secluded and so far away from Na'vi life, but so close to Eywa and the life she provides. There is just enough light mowing through the trees to sense the differences the sun follows through the day, allowing you to keep track of the time. You dismount your ikran, caressing her face as she turns to leave and explore this place herself. You put your hand on your woven bag as you find a rock that has just enough sun light, but allows you to rest your legs in the clear, lukewarm water of the lake.

In your bag you have packed materials to weave a new tops as well as some jewellery, which Tuk has been asking you to do for some time now. Kiri has been putting gems and stones into your bag for a few weeks; so to show my gratitude you've decided to make her a new necklace, a more decorative piece that can be worn on special occasions. You empty your bag on the rock you are sitting on and find yourself with a pile of blue, purple, green, orange and yellow stones, gems and other precious items. Purple is the colour that you correlate with Kiri; which leads you to the task at hand, sorting through the pile to find all of the purple items. As you begin to sort through the items, you sing part of my mothers songcord; passed down to you after she lost her life in the war. You have been adding new parts to her songcord; the end of her life ended when home tree collapsed.

You softly hum the melody of your mothers songcord, as you continue to sort the beads oblivious to Neteyams arrival. You have almost sorted all of the little purple treasures at this point, your soft humming blossomed into singing the final chorus and stanza of your mothers songcord; a tear rolls down your cheek as you recall her final moments. Your focus is on the song now, preserving any memory of her that you can within the melody. You come to a close, still in a haze, deep in thought about the messages within her songcord. You were drawn out of your  trance like state  when you feel three squeezes on your left bicep; a silent hello from the boy, whom decided to sit next to the pile of treasures, leaving a small distance between the two of you.

"Hey 'Teyam," you slowly turn to look at his sweet gaze,  "hi y/n, is everything okay?' He looks back at you, worry paints his face. "Everything is fine; I promise." Your gaze turns back to sorting the little treasures by colour, purple has been completed so you decide turn my attention to the blue treasures in the pile. Neteyam picks up on this little task, and joins, deciding to sort through the yellow items in the pile, admiring every little treasure before placing them neatly into a pile next to his thighs. "why are we sorting these?" he turns his gaze to you as you continue sorting the blue items. "I want to make some jewellery for Tuk, Kiri and myself." you hum contently, slowly shifting your gaze to Neteyam, who has turned his focus back to the pile. "What colours are for Kiri and Tuk?" he examines a yellow item, but decides to put it by itself, separately away from the bigger pile of yellow items. "Purple is for Kiki, Tuk will get an amalgamation of all of the colours, and I think that I will take the blue for myself, maybe with some yellow accents." you look to my small pile of blue items, smiling silently as you begin to think of designs for your crafts. "Can you make me something with the yellow things?" Neteyam questions, his tail wavering nervously as he wiggles his toes in the lake beneath him. "Sure, what are you after? Want a new arm band?" You look to his arm, seeing the old arm band; Neteyam has worn this specific one on this bicep for the past 4 years now, it is beginning to look quite tattered, and the beads have begin to all look the same colour as one another. 'He is most definitely in need for a new one' you think to yourself

"That would be wonderful, y/n, I really appreciate it," He states as he continues to sort the items, "but I do have a request." You turn to look at him, your ears perk up, a request? You think, 'what would that request be?' your tail flicks in anticipation, "I found some things this morning that I would like to be woven into the arm band, if you don't mind." but before you  could answer, Neteyam has already stood up, jogging in the direction of his ikran.

Neteyam has a very delicate eye, so whatever he presents to you, you are certain that they will be precious. Neteyam returns with a fistful of item, "here," Neteyam gestures for you to open your hand, "I found them all this morning, I was going to drop them at home but, I am now glad that I did not." He huffs as he gently transfers the items from his hand to yours. You examine all of the items that are in my palm, they are all so beautiful. One item catches your gaze, "Can I see this one a bit closer?" you ask Neteyam for permission to see a specific thing he collected; he looks down at you, "sure, do as you wish." He grunts as he sits down, the cold stone making contact with his warm skin. You examine the little stone, it's a beautiful yellow colouration; making you think of one of you favourite sights to see. "Teyam, can I steal this one?" You hold up the stone for him to see, his ears twitch and his face shows a slight expression of sadness, "I'll let you have it," he begun, making you happy to hear that you can use it, but question his terms, "but, you have to tell me why you like that one best." He wanted to know what drew you to choose the stone, so then he can look for more in the future. "Hm, I don't know, kinda reminds me of your eyes a little bit." You say without a thought, as it was true, the stone did make you think of his eyes. You saw this as giving Neteyam a harmless compliment, you often gave compliments to boost his self esteem, something that is seldom done in Na'vi culture.

Neteyams look falters for a second, as if he didn't hear you correctly when I spoke. "what did you say?" Neteyam scoffed back, unsure if he was amused or not, you simply stated "you heard me.." you trailed off at the end of your sentence, feeling a tad embarrassed by the whole situation you have put myself in. "It remind you, of my eyes, so you want to have it?" His lips begin to form an upturned smirk, as he begins to realise what you actually said. "Yeah and? Can I not have something that reminds me of you?" you begin to become annoyed, why weren't you allowed to have something that reminds you of a dear friend? what is so wrong about it? "Nothing, but then, can I have this stone?" Neteyam points to the stone in your hair.

"Why? Why do you wish to have it? You know I always put it in my hair!" you become confused by his request; as you have worn this specific stone in your hair for years, you are never seen without it. "It will remind me of you," he places his hand on your left cheek, rubbing his thumb ever so slightly, "as you want something to remind you of me. It is only fair I have something that reminds me of you." His gaze catches yours, his honey eyes catch the light of the sun through the trees; they are glowing.

"Whatever, do as you wish." you say in a relaxed manner, but you feel slight a heat creep up your face. You go to bat his hand from off of your face, but instead he insists that it is to stay.

"You know, I like you.." Neteyam looks down at you, his breath catching at the end of his sentence; awaiting a response. You look back at him, your head hurting with all of the thoughts that cross my your mind. "Huh?" Is the only sound that seems to escape your mouth. "I like you, more than a friend," Neteyam takes a sharp inhale, "I just thought I'd let you know, as I will be wearing your hair bead and everyone knows that it's yours.. so.. I thought I'd let you know that I like you.." Neteyams voice becomes quiet at the end of his sentence; was this the right thing to say in this moment?

You take a deep breath in trying to collect your thoughts, "you know," you pause and tilt your head up to meet his gaze, "I kinda like you too a little bit," you smile at him, his face contorts from worry to a soft happiness and calmness "but only a tiny little bit." you exaggerate, raising your hand and making a pinching motion, causing both of you to share a laugh.

"So what now?" Neteyam looks down at you, his gaze not shifting. "I'm not sure, but I like this." you look back up at him, you both knew that there was some sort of thing beyond friendship between you now; though you never knew the feeling was mutual until this point in time. You guess these things happen for a reason but we both know that  nothing will ever replace this feeling or sense of home.

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i hope yall enjoyed :) hopefully ill post every now and then if people like this one :,], let me know what you think in the comments please and thank you~

#neteyam x reader #neteyam #y/n fics #neteyam sully #atwow neteyam #avatar the way of water #fanfiction #one shot #fem reader #friendship #pandora #avatar #atwow #cute neteyam #neteyam te suli tsyeyk'itan #neteyam x y/n

[themotherofhorses]

Hi guys, it's Vic! Also known as:

Round TWO at addressing the extreme racism in the CoD fandom!

So it’s both odd and funny that my Indigenous fem!OC has pissed off so many random people, especially with the fact that I created her to ship with Ghost.

(A fictional character that has NO canon love interest, FYI. Sorry to bust y'all's little bubble. Well, there's Mara and Urban Tracker....)

Anyways, I really don't care if this post sounds bitchy in nature. I really don't, not anymore. Some of y'all need a damn wakeup call. Several months ago, in December of 2023, I made a post (here) regarding the sudden influx of hate I began receiving following the posting of my OC, SilentDove Reyes. For around two weeks after that post, the hate died down, and I felt motivated to create more content involving Dove and Ghost.

Until the hate picked up again with every little thing I posted that related to my OC x Ghost.

However....this new hate incorporated the MMIW. A bold ass move, in my opinion.

If you are not aware, the MMIW stands for "Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women." Alternate spellings include the MMIWG & MMIWGTS (Missing and Murdered Indigenous Women, Girls, and Two-Spirits). As of 2023, statistics indicate that Indigenous women face a 10x murder rate than any other race/ethnicity. I have made a previous post regarding the issue, seen here. The unfortunate truth is that young Indigenous girls are more likely to be SA'd and murdered than to attend college. Let that sink in for a moment.

Now, I am an Indigenous woman. That is no surprise there; I fashioned my OC to provide myself (and, by extension, others) with Native representation in a franchise I greatly enjoy. What IS surprising, however, is that me doing so has pissed off so many people. I'm very certain some of y'all must descend from Andrew Jackson, or John Wayne cause, christ on a bike driven by a pike.

Here is a screenshot of a hate anon I recently received:

Listen, I don't care who you ship Ghost with. I really don't. I've blocked numerous shipping tags, remained mindful of the content I'm interacting with, and surrounded myself with fellow mutuals who also have personal OCs. It is really that easy.

What I do care about is the fact that some of you CANNOT separate fanon headcanons from canon material.

Exhibit A:

So let’s clear some stuff up!

Soap x Ghost is NOT canon.

Ghost being queer is NOT canon.

And, most definitely, Ghost being a woman abuser who would harm/abuse/murder a woman (either physically, emotionally, psychologically) is NOT canon.

What IS canon is his and Soap's strong bond. In my eyes, that is a brotherly bond, reminding me of a big brother/little brother relationship; in my fanfiction, Soap is Ghost's children's uncle. In fact, his son (second-born child) is named after him.

You are, of course, free to view them as romantic; what you are not free to do is attack OC creators/non-shippers for not perceiving them like that.

That is just fucking weird and delusional behavior. Knock it off. You're giving your fellow normal shippers a bad name.

ALSO! Let’s clear things up!

1. I’m not straight — I’m bisexual and demisexual.

2. I’m only half white (Spanish, with Mexican heritage). I’m QUITE LITERALLY an enrolled Native, so I guess the best way to describe me is “biracial.”

3. It’s y’all ruining the canon gay representation by shipping Laswell—a GAY woman—with Price, despite the fact that she canonically has a wife.

4. My OC does not have a “dumb fucking name.” Her name is an Indigenous name with a specific backstory to it; it’ll be explored further in future fanfics once I find the motivation to return to writing.

Anyways, I highly doubt this will be the last post I create regarding this problem; apparently, a nice chunk of the fandom has this intense animosity towards fem!OCs, fem!Y/Ns, and BIPOC!OC creators. Alright. With that being said, I invite anyone who has similar experiences to share yours, either in the reblogs or in separate posts.

As sometimes we say during pow wows:

“The floor is all yours.”

Thank you!

#vic talks #fandom psa #fandom discourse #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod fandom #call of duty fanfiction #cod mw #cod mw2 #cod mw3 #cod simon ghost riley #cod simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley #cod ghost #ghost #cod oc #call of duty oc #orginal character

[quubic]

Na regen…. #wakeup #sunrise #sunday #morning #view #ray #sky #bluesky #endofsummer #summer #sun #clouds #nature #river #arnhem #holland #green https://www.instagram.com/p/CiWzv_GsuX4/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#wakeup #sunrise #sunday #morning #view #ray #sky #bluesky #endofsummer #summer #sun #clouds #nature #river #arnhem #holland #green

[sacredthefran]

Just thinking about how this is the view you would have of Danny every morning when you wake up or on a Sunday afternoon when you two have been lazy all day. You guys snuggling watching tv, you aimlessly running your finger up and down his arm. Danny had been so tired from tour lately, trying his hardest to fight the sleepiness that was trying to wash over him and your touch was helping him fall into a sleepy state. Halfway through the movie, you tap on Danny's shoulder - greeted by him groaning.

"Babe, wakeup. I gotta pee."

"Hmm?"

"I gotta pee. I promise I'll come right back."

Danny doesn't reply he just digs his head further into a pillow, closing his eyes again trying to fall asleep.

"Baaaaaby, I really have to go."

You try to sit up, taking ahold of Danny's arms with your hands - gently trying to peel it off of you. Your eyes widen as your back meets the mattress again, letting out a small shriek, just to find the raven haired man looking over at you with a soft smile.

"You're not going anywhere." Danny whispers out as he erupts into giggles.

#Sorry #Not sorry #I couldn't help myself #danny wagner #danny wagner blurb #im feeling soft #danny gvf #greta van fleet #greta van fic

[chaifootsteps]

Saying you can't control your Fandom is one thing... but acting like your word will have no influence whatsoever to these people that view you as the fucking centerfold then that's either willfully ignorant or absolutely idiotic. Here's your wakeup call Viv, saying something about it will make something happen.

Oh, she totally knows her word has influence. No question about that. She craves it, it's everything she wants, and make no mistake, she loves that she has the power to sic her fans on anyone she doesn't like.

#Anonymous #viv stuff #vivziepop critical #actual blog post #vivziepop

[sashaisready]

The Blood Pact: Chapter 16 - If tomorrow is coming

Bucky Barnes Vampire AU x Female Reader

Reeling from a bad break-up, you're desperately trying to find a new place to live but the Brooklyn rental market is a complete nightmare. You take a chance on an intriguing newspaper ad and enquire about a room in a shared house, where you'd be living with two mysterious men. The catch is that they want something other than your money for you to pay the rent...the one thing they don't have

Series Masterlist

Here we go! Final chapter. No warnings except sexual references and references to violence/death.

Everything hurt. Body parts that you didn’t even know could hurt…hurt.

You managed to open your eyes but it was an effort, as if gravity was weighing harder on your eyelids than usual. The room you were in had some light from the corner, but otherwise was dark and gloomy.

Where were you?

Were you dead?

You had expected the afterlife to be a bit more dazzling, if you were being completely honest.

You were lying down. It was soft, warm and comfortable. A bed? You ran your hand out over the sheets as your eyes adjusted and you tried to work out what was happening. Everything felt confusing and disorientating, like emerging from a half remembered dream.

You realised there was a slight pressure in your other arm, turning to look at it. In your forearm was a needle, your eyes followed the line to find it attached to an IV sitting at the side of the bed. You could see a pouch of blood at the top, feeding through to your veins.

Blood?

Why would you need blood?

Oh.

Yes.

Now you remembered. Rumlow. Bucky. Everything.

Suddenly alert and up to speed you cautiously sat up straight, careful not to yank the IV. As your eyes adjusted you realised you were in your room. In yourbed. You scanned it quickly. The windows and shades had been taped over with cardboard and newspaper, not a single slither of light escaping. No wonder it was so dark in here. Your desk lamp illuminated one corner, but otherwise the room was dull. The bedroom door was closed, but you could see it was mangled and hanging off its hinges.

A small snort from the other side of your bed made you flinch and return to your heightened state from earlier. You whipped around on high alert, your heart swelling at the sight before you.

Bucky was sat in your desk chair, angled to face the bed. His head was slumped into his chest, his arms folded. He was sleeping, no doubt exhausted after his early wakeup call that morning.

Your stomach sunk as you remembered the events of the morning, your eyes tentatively darting to the scene of the crime. The spot where Rumlow had been was now covered in a heavy blanket, shielding the ruined floor underneath from view. But you knew what had happened there.

Back to Bucky. He snored rhythmically as you watched his chest rise and fall. You observed him for a few moments, not getting to see him like this very often as you normally fell asleep before him and he’d be gone by the time you woke up. You smiled at him lovingly, hardly believing you were still here to see him again.

“Buck…” you called out. Your voice was raspy and small, betraying how weak you felt. “Buck…” you tried again, but it was so quiet you doubt it could penetrate his deep sleep.

His snores stopped abruptly as his eyes flew open and his body jerked awake. His baby blues were on you in a second as they widened in surprise, he flew over to the bed a second later.

“Hey, doll” he said gently as he stroked your hand with his. You had never been more grateful to feel his cold skin against you.

“Hi” you whispered back, your head lolling back onto the pillow.

“How you feelin’?” he asked. “Aside from the obvious…”

“Tired. Sore” you replied croakily. You looked over at the IV again, your face screwed up in confusion. “What…”

“You’re having a blood transfusion” he explained softly as he squeezed your hand. “You lost a lot of blood, but we have a doctor friend, Bruce, who came by to fix you up. He and some familiars set this up. You’ve been out for a few hours. But don’t worry - you’re gonna be fine, Doll. You just need to rest for a few days”.

You nodded, looking between him and the needle. Your hand moved to your neck where you felt a fresh bandage over the wound. Well, at least Rumlow had failed.

“So you didn’t turn me then?” you asked.

He winced. “Thought about it. You were on your way out. Any later...if you’d lost anymore blood…” he trailed off, his eyes glazing over with pain. “But I knew I had to try and save you” he said gravely.

You nodded, grateful for what he’d done but still surprised by the tiny fragment of disappointment that you felt.

“Bruce…Is he…like you?” you asked.

Bucky nodded, gently pulling your fist to his lips. “After you passed out I woke up Steve and we arranged for his familiar to bring him over in a trunk. We reinforced the windows and he got to work. He said he got here just in time”. His voice cracked slightly on the last line, but you watched him shake it off.

You swallowed nervously, unable to comprehend that you’d been on the verge of death just a few hours before. It had all happened so fast.

“You…know my blood type?” you asked.

He chuckled kindly. “Of course I do. Nobody knows your blood like I do”.

You managed to crack a smile in return. Your eyes flitted back to the blanket on the floor and you inhaled deeply. Bucky propped a finger under your chin and turned you to face him.

“He’s gone” he said firmly. “We took him away. We’re going to fix the floor. You don’t have to worry about him ever again”.

You nodded, your eyes still glued to that spot.

“Doll…I’m…” he started.

You turned to look at him, met with nothing but anguish in his eyes as they glistened with tears. You moved your hand to his cheek, caressing it gently.

“If I had known…I mean, I never could’ve imagined-” he stumbled over his words.

You shook your head. “You couldn’t have known, Buck” you soothed. “Please believe me when I say - I don’t blame you for any of it”.

He shook his head in return. “No. I should’ve made sure he left. After the house emptied out, Steve and I just went up to sleep, we never saw him leave. We just assumed he’d gone with everyone else. It was busy all night, people coming and going. That sonofabitch must’ve snuck around the house and found your room when we were busy downstairs. I had a bad feeling about him after the way he looked at you in the park that night…I should’ve trusted my instincts…I just never thought he could ever…”

He trailed off, his eyes getting that faraway look you recognised from when he spoke about his Winter Soldier days.

You traced a finger under his chin, desperate to bring him back to you.

“No. This is on him, not you” you told him firmly.

“I nearly lost you” he whispered back.

“But you didn’t. You saved me” you placed a soft kiss to his cheek.

He nodded but you could see he wasn’t convinced, the guilt pouring off him in waves. You took a moment to look at him properly. He didn’t look well, his eyes were sunken and his skin appeared paler than usual. His hair was limp and he had none of his usual effervescence. His hold tightened on your hand, as if letting you go would mean he’d lose you forever. You clung back as if trying to signal that you were here to stay.

“How…how did you save me?” you asked him as the thought occurred to you. “Normally in the daytime you’d sleep through an earthquake. How-”

“I’m not entirely sure” he admitted. “I just…heard you. I woke up suddenly and I heard you calling my name and I knew you were in trouble so I got to you as quickly as I could. I think it must’ve been the bond, it told me to go to you. That’s the only explanation”.

You nodded, eyes widening in surprise. “Wow…I had no idea it we could be linked like that”.

He shook his head. “Me neither…But I’m glad”.

You exchanged smiles but the torment quickly returned to Bucky’s face.

“When I heard you crying out…and when I saw you. It was awful. It looked like you were dead” he muttered, his voice strained. “I thought I was too late. When I saw him on top of you…I just lost it. I’ve never been more angry in all my life. It was as if I slid back into who I was…before. All that mattered was….removing him” he snarled.

“Hey…hey” you cooed soothingly. “I’m okay. He’s gone. We got rid of him”.

He nodded. “You got rid of him. I’m so proud of you, Doll. I’m just sorry you had to see it”.

You thought back to the image of Rumlow writhing and screaming as the flames consumed him. You already knew you’d be having nightmares about it for years to come. You thought about the fear you felt as he slowly drained you, how you could feel your life slipping away from you. Your light fading as you struggled to believe this was how you’d leave earth.

You swallowed those thoughts back down. Not now.

“He deserved it” was all you said.

Bucky stifled a yawn and rubbed his eyes, his body finally allowing his exhaustion to catch up with him now he knew you were okay.

“You should get some rest, Buck. You’re obviously exhausted”.

He shook his head and covered another yawn. “Nope. I’m fine”.

You rolled your eyes. “Very convincing”.

“I need to be here” he huffed, tapping the bed to further emphasise his point.

“No you don’t” you scolded. “I’m only going to go back to sleep anyway. You’re not going to miss anything”.

He considered your words for a moment.

“I’d still rather stay here” he replied stubbornly.

Your eyes narrowed and you were about to tell him off when the door opened and a man with dark hair and kind eyes wandered in with Steve trawling closely behind.

“Hey sweetie, glad you’re up” chirped Steve and you grinned back at him, pleased to see his face.

“Hey Stevie” you replied. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily”.

“Glad you’re feeling better” the kind-eyed man said as he moved to check your IV. “You gave us all a bit of a scare”.

“Bruce, I presume?” you smiled.

“That’s me”.

“Thank-you…for everything” you told him sincerely.

“No problem. I actually don’t get to do this much these days, so it’s been kinda nice to put the ol’ stethoscope back on”. He was nonchalant, playing down how he’d just helped save your life. You liked him immediately.

He checked your IV and your pulse, then began testing your reactions with his flashlight and measured your heartbeat. Bucky hovered nervously, leaning over to watch and anxiously checking Bruce’s face for any sign things weren’t okay. You knew he was just worried but his nervousness was becoming contagious.

“You’re doing great” Bruce finally announced as he put his kit away. “You just need to rest, but I can’t see there will be any lasting damage. We’ll keep an eye on you over the next few days to ensure your body is accepting the blood - but so far so good”.

You sighed with relief. You noticed Bucky deflate too, the tension leaving his shoulders. From across the room, Steve gave you a little thumbs up.

“My assistant will be here later to remove the IV and check you’re all set. For now, try and sleep. Your body needs to recover”. Bruce continued.

“Thanks again Bruce” said Bucky, reaching out to shake Bruce’s hand. “I really owe you one”.

Bruce waved him away. “No you don’t. I’m happy to help”. He turned back to you. “We’ll clear out so you can rest”.

“Yes thanks Doc, I definitely need an empty room to really rest up”. You glared pointedly at Bucky.

He merely glared back.

“Doc, if the patient voices that she wants to be alone to rest as part of her recovery…that should be respected, right?” you asked Bruce, but your eyes were firmly on Bucky.

“Uh-” Bruce began.

“Bruce” Bucky interrupted. “What if the patient needs to be kept an eye on. Just to make sure she’s alright, for her own good?”

You rolled your eyes again as the two of you launched into a fast paced squabble.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me…”

“You heard the doctor, I need rest. So do you. Get out of here and-”

“Don’t tell me what I need. I know what I-”

“You’re dead on your feet!! You heard him, I’m fine..”

“Why do you have to be so difficult-“

“Why do you have to be so difficult?”

Bruce and Steve stood uselessly between the two of you, eyes flitting back and forth between the exchange.

“Business as usual” Steve sighed with exasperation.

“Is this…normal for them?” Bruce asked tentatively.

“Unfortunately, incredibly normal” Steve replied with a hint of exhaustion. He was also secretly pleased things were returning to as they were.

The two of them eventually filtered out of the room leaving you and Bucky alone with your bickering.

“I swear if I wasn’t stuck to this thing…” you sneered, gesturing at the IV.

“Oh, what? You’d kick my ass? Is that it?” Bucky mocked.

“I’d certainly give it a good try” you spat back.

Bucky’s resolve broke at that and he was unable to stifle a laugh. You joined him, giggling at your collective stubbornness.

He leaned over the bed and gave you a chaste kiss.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better, Doll” he said softly.

He ran his fingers through your hair, looking at you with such intensity it was hard to keep his gaze.

“You have a staring problem” you tried to joke.

But he didn’t crack a smile, he just continued studying you and stroking your hair. You realised he was taking you all in, relieved that you were safe. Watching the face that at one point he thought he’d never see again.

“Doll…I don’t know if you only said it because you were delirious…” he started, and you knew exactly where he was going.

Of course you remembered your last words to him.

“I meant it” you said firmly. “It certainly wasn’t how I expected to tell you…but yes. I knew what I was saying”.

He smiled and looked at you with such affection you felt your heart might burst. Nobody had ever looked at you the way he did.

“I love you too, Doll” he finally whispered.

You beamed at him, suddenly the pain and the fatigue didn’t seem so bad. You had longed to hear those words from him for so long.

You leaned over and kissed him deeply, your hands clutching his face and holding him close. The kiss was slightly frantic, desperate – a release of all of the pent up anxiety and tension the two of you were holding onto.

You gently pulled away from him, taking a moment to be grateful to be looking into those big cerulean eyes once more.

“I really need to sleep. And so do you” you chided gently.

He sighed, getting to his feet. “Fine. But I’m coming back here the minute I’m awake”.

“Fine. Besides, we are meant to be having our private party tonight aren’t we? You’ll need your strength” you purred seductively.

Bucky laughed, giving you a quick kiss on the crown before he headed to the door. “Nope. I’m not touching you”.

Your face screwed up in annoyance. “What?”

“You need your rest. No feeds, no sex until you’re stronger” he shrugged.

You scoffed. “Says who??”

“Says me”.

“Is your ego really so big that you think sex with you will set back my recovery?”

He shrugged nonchalantly. “With what I have planned for you when you’re well? Absolutely”.

You clenched your thighs together, hoping he wasn’t picking up on your arousal.

“I can break you” you whispered, a wicked grin on your face.

He chuckled. “We’ll see. Sweet dreams, Doll".

He shot you a wink as he left and you snuggled back into the sheets, your eyes heavy.

You didn’t know what lay ahead for you and Bucky. It had been a whirlwind, and now almost dying and then killing a vampire had been thrown into the mix. All you knew was that you loved him, and that he loved you. That was enough for now. You feel asleep with a sense of contentment, optimism for the future. Maybe one day he’d turn you. Maybe he wouldn’t. But you knew you’d eventually share the truth about him with your friends. If the events of the last few hours had taught you anything, it was to take each day as it comes and live for the moment. You never know if tomorrow is coming. Embrace the life you have, don’t waste it thinking about the one you might have in future. You knew you'd be processing what happened to you and your near miss for a long time. But you would be okay. You'd get through it.

After a few hours, Bruce’s assistant arrived to remove the IV and check your vitals. Everything seemed to be looking good, she advised to keep up your bedrest and take things easy over the next few days. You’d be feeling like yourself in no time.

You slipped into sleep once more.

🩸

You stirred and came to life. Your eyes darted to the time on your phone dropped haphazardly on the pillow beside you -  it was late. Suddenly you were very aware that you weren’t alone. A cold chest was pressed to your back while strong arms cradled you. His breath tickled your ear. You wriggled against him, his hands pulling you closer.

“Good morning, Doll”.

“Good morning, Buck”.

THE END

Aaaand that's a wrap! I'm sorry for the fakeout with reader's death! But obviously I couldn't really do that 😉

I also went back and forth wondering if Bucky should turn reader, but I decided not to as with his history, he's determined she has the choice of a full life if she wants it. I feel like a lot of vampire/human stories end in the human being turned, which makes sense and I know why people love it! But I decided to leave it open for this story. I appreciate not all of you will like this ending and may have hoped for something else, but who knows - I may revisit in the future. It’s certainly on the cards for them 😌

I've really enjoyed writing this one, it's been a bit different to my usual fics and tricky at times but I had a great time exploring the AU and building the world. Thanks so much for reading, reblogging and commenting - it honestly means so much. Thank-you and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did!!

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[finelinevogue]

Does Harry's house Harry and YN have morning rituals like their schedule

of course they do they’re so organised… not

this also turned out just… not… what you asked for apologies

June 24th 2022

“H, get off.”

You said tiredly, trying to push him and his lips off your stomach and up out of bed.

It was another day of tour and you were aching to get up. Yesterday had been a long on, after travelling to Ireland, but now you got to rest for a day. This is why you were so thankful for his management team, because they always factored you and Harry time into his schedule.

Today was just a you and Harry kind of day.

“Baby no!” Harry whined. “Wanna stay in bed with you all day.” He wrapped his arms around your middle, underneath you body that laid flat on the bed.

When Harry slept next to you now, he had to lay halfway down the bed because he wanted to be as close to your baby as possible. Even though they were still nothing more than a blob, it still excited him to no ends that that blob was his and yours.

You always woke up in the mornings to him either kissing your belly or talking to it. Your stomach would taste his lips before your own did now. Not that you minded one bit, because seeing him like this brought the greatest happiness into your day.

It was a perfect wakeup call.

“And do what?” You chuckled, stroking some hair back off his forehead, his sleepy eyes remaining closed, as it rested on your growing tummy.

“Stay like this. Kiss you. Eat a whole box of Maltesers together.” He listed and you smiled because that did sound like a perfect way to pass the time.

“But there will come a time when I literally can’t do anything else but that, so I want to get up and move now.” You explained.

Harry understood, but he was just too in love with you to share you with the outside world. He adored you too much to want to see you interacting with anyone else but him, or maybe that was just his overpowering sense of jealousy kicking in.

“You were up and about a lot this weekend, lovie.” Harry said concerned.

“That’s cause you invited a bazillion people to your shows, as you should. I had to pretend to drink so much champagne on Saturday that I then had to pretend to be drunk. I was fucking stone-cold-sober, H.”

Harry belly chuckled at that. He was aware of what had happened in the VIP room and his only regret was that he hadn’t been there to see you pretend to be drunk.

“It would be easier if we just told people, y’know?” Harry suggested, feeling so relaxed with your fingers stroking through his hair.

“I’m just worried it’s too early still, no?”

Harry opened his eyes and popped his head up to look at you, feeling this conversation deserved more attention than he was giving it.

“I don’t think so baby. We’re nearly two months now. I think we’re okay announcing.” He encouraged, snaking his hands out from underneath you so he could clasp his own hands with yours. “Also, the amount of times that I look for you during Cinema and Kiwi is probably making it so fucking obvious.”

You giggled.

“B-but how would we do it?”

“However you want. I’ll pay for a billboard in Times square if you want it.” He joked, knowing you’d enjoy nothing worse.

“Shut up, y’knob.” You laughed, flicking him on his forehead.

“We could just do an Instagram post? Post the same thing?” He suggested.

“I like that.” You nodded securely.

“Sure?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, let’s do this.”

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