#REMAIN IN YOUR SEAT MA’AM
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Headcanon: Eddie is a boob man. Best friend Eddie would one day notice your boobs (maybe in a bathing suit or a low cut top or something) and they become his new obsession hehe
Us? Projecting? Never.
Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), unwanted boners, semi-public masturbation (m), Eddie's a perv but he's not thrilled about it, Reader has boobs but no size is given (Eddie loves all boobs, let's be real)
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Divider credit to @saradika
Stupid D20.
Stupid Dustin for tossing it so far across the table.
Stupid low-cut shirt that exposes your chest when you lean over to collect the die, giving Eddie a stupid boner in the middle of Hellfire Club.
“Hey, Ed!” Gareth calls out impatiently, snapping his fingers in front of the Dungeon Master’s face. “You wanna tell us if we defeated the demogorgon, or are you just gonna stare off into space?”
Eddie clears his throat. “Sorry. Right.” He tries his best to proceed with the campaign as usual, but all he can think about are your boobs and how grateful he is to be sitting down right now.
When he adjourns the meeting, he’s still too hard to stand without someone noticing. “I’m just gonna, uh, hang back and brainstorm for a few,” he lies as smoothly as he can.
“Can’t wait to see what sadistic shit you come up with,” Mike says. The rest of the guys slap him five in agreement as they clamor out the door.
The only people left in the room are you and Eddie.
Of course.
“You don’t have to stick around, Sweetheart.” He tries not to sound too dismissive, plastering a smile on his face.
“You’re my ride.”
Shit. “Oh. Right.” He hedges a nervous laugh. “I’ll be ready in five.”
You nod. “No worries. I’ll run to the girls’ room while I wait.” Before reaching the door, you notice that Lucas’s character sheet has fluttered to the ground. You reach down and scoop it up, revealing the tops of your bra-covered breasts.
“Sinclair owes me,” you chirp, placing the paper back on the table, remaining utterly oblivious to the way Eddie is straining against his zipper once again.
To Eddie’s credit, he tries to stop thinking about them. He really, truly does.
You’re his best friend. He doesn’t want to constantly think about your boobs, or the way they’d feel pressed against his bare chest, or whether your nipples would harden if he sucked on them, or—
“Mr. Munson!” Ms. O’Donnell’s shrill screech snaps him out of his breast-induced stupor. “Is there a reason why you can’t be bothered to listen while I’m trying to teach?”
“N-No, ma’am.”
She huffs out an irritated sigh. “Since you must know everything already, why don’t you come up and solve the problem for us?” She taps the piece of chalk against the blackboard, leaving tiny white dots in its wake.
Eddie shakes his head, feeling his cheeks burn red. Humiliating himself when he can’t figure out the value of x will be bad enough, but to fail while his sail is at half-mast? He’ll never recover.
Fortunately, the old bird relents and turns back to the board to continue her lesson.
Crisis averted.
Except…is it?
Because the only thing—things, rather—on Eddie’s mind are your tits. And he isn’t supposed to be imagining himself caressing them while you’re bouncing on his cock, moaning his name, saying that only he can make you feel that good…
He’s racing out of his seat the moment the bell rings, making a mad dash for the Hellfire room, relieved to see that it’s unoccupied. The door barely closes behind him before he’s ambling towards his DM throne and frantically tugging down his jeans and boxers.
“Fucking Christ,” he whispers, inhaling sharply as his cock is free of its denim restraint. He wraps his hand around it and squeezes in his desperation for an ounce of relief. Pre-cum already leaks from his red, angry tip, and he knows from experience that this is not going away without some…intervention.
Eddie reluctantly lets go of himself and spits into his open palm. He bites his lower lip to stifle a burgeoning moan as he slowly works his shaft, fingers tightening to simulate what he imagines to be the way you’d feel.
“Thassit, mmmf, feels s’good.” He closes his eyes and rests the back of his head on his chair. He needs you underneath him so he can watch your breasts jiggle with each snap of his hips.
“Bet you want my cum, huh? Where do you want it?” Eddie keeps his voice low, barely loud enough for him to hear. “Want it on those pretty tits of yours? Yeah, you fuckin’ do.”
His fist flies over his hardness, choked whimpers escaping his lips. He feels pleasure begin to build and moans your name to bring himself over the edge.
“Yeah?”
Eddie’s head snaps forward, taking a moment to let reality seep in. He’s not buried deep within you; he’s jerking off in a dark room where he plays Dungeons & Dragons, and you’re standing in the doorway.
“Eds? You okay?”
“Hmm? Oh, yeah. ‘M fine,” he lies, silently brainstorming ways to tuck himself back into his pants without you noticing.
You arch a disbelieving brow. “You sure? Lucas said he saw you running down the hallway—”
“I’m fine!” He insists louder this time. Shaking his head, he bites his lip and attempts to collect himself.
The two of you have been friends for too long; you know that he’s far from fine when he raises his voice. You walk to him, determined to figure out what’s wrong.
And then you see it.
Eddie says nothing, fully focused on covering himself as best he can and avoiding eye contact.
It doesn’t take long for you to put the pieces together: semi-hard cock in his hand, sweat beading on his forehead, the pleading mentions of your name.
“Eddie.” You let your fingertips brush against his shoulder. “Did I interrupt?”
He only nods in response.
“What were you thinking about?”
Eddie exhales a long breath before answering. “You,” he finally answers. “And th-that shirt you wore yesterday.” His cock twitches at the mere reminder of it.
You grin knowingly. You’d bought it at the mall specifically because of its low-cut neckline, hoping it would catch Eddie’s attention.
Apparently, it very much had.
“You liked it?”
“Loved it.” He starts stroking himself again, almost unaware of his own movements. “Want you to wear it every damn day,” he adds with a hoarse chuckle.
Swiping your tongue over your lower lip, you lean in and whisper in his ear, “What if I didn’t wear one at all?”
With that, you lift your shirt over your head and unhook your bra, letting them both fall to the ground unceremoniously. Eddie’s eyes widen, gazing at your exposed chest.
“Oh, baby,” he breathes, his free hand reaching out to touch them. His thumb grazes one nipple and he gives your breast a gentle squeeze. “Baby, they’re perfect.”
You smile, using your hip to nudge the table away and get on your knees in front of him. “Keep going, Eds.”
He nods again, shifting forward a bit so you’re between his legs. “Gonna…gonna cum all over these perfect tits,” he grunts. “Please. Please, I gotta…”
“You can cum on them, Eds.”
And, fuck, does he. Thick ropes spill out of his cock, painting your chest in a sticky film. He’s crying out your name as he does it, milking every last drop.
He floats down from the high, staring at your chest and admiring the way he’s claimed you. “That…wow,” he manages, laughing nervously. “Let me clean you up.” He reaches for the tissues, wiping whatever is still leaking out of him before sopping up the mess on your breasts.
“I don’t know where we go from here,” he admits sheepishly, wadding up the Kleenex and tossing it into the trash. “Like, do I take you on a date? Bend you over the table?” He says the second option teasingly, but you have a feeling he wouldn’t turn you down if you agreed to it.
You re-clasp your bra and shrug on your shirt. “We could try a date,” you say as casually as you can.
“Dinner and a movie?”
“I’ll wear that shirt.”
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BFG (1)
Summary: He’s new to town and just your type…
Pairing: Reacher x Plussized!Reader
Warnings: size kink, flirty reader, objectification of Reacher, language
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“Fuck me, that guy could break me into two halves,” you sigh dreamily as the new face in town steps into the diner. “What a man.”
You lick your lips. He’s tall, and you mean tall when you say it. If anyone wants you to guess, you’d say he’s at least 6’5.
“Y/N, what was the price of the peach pie again?” The new waitress asks. She’s pretty and friendly but her memory is not the best.
Maybe she just smokes too much weed. You don’t blame her. This sleepy little town does this to you. If you don’t take drugs or drink, you spend the time dreaming of a different life.
You sigh again, this time out of frustration because you must take your eye off the thick hottie and turn your attention toward Sally Ann, the new waitress.
“It’s…” You tell her the price while dipping your head to glance at the newbie's ass when he passes the counter by. “Damn him, he’s thick too. What do you weigh, baby? Two hundred and fifty pounds?”
“Miss,” Sally Ann almost whimpers when this mountain of a man asks her about the peach pie. She looks a little lost, and you gladly jump in to turn his attention toward you.
“You can come over here,” you tap the counter. “This spot looks like you’ll fit in.” You grin as he chuckles at your bad joke about his size. “The seat is extra-large. One of our regulars needed a little extra space and cushion.”
“I guess he was tall too,” He asks while plopping down on the larger seat. The seat creaks under his weight and you hope he didn’t break it. Even though, you wouldn’t mind if he tries to break you.
“In size, not height,” you shrug. “That’s what I heard. This was before my time, and he died some years ago. This means, the seat is all yours now, sweetie.”
“Sweetie,” his laughter is deep and rich as he tries to not blush at your flirty banter. “No one ever called me sweet.”
“What a shame,” you pat his hand. Fuck. It looks like his hand is as big as one of your plates. “So, tell me,” you lean closer to whisper, “are you a BFG or are you a bad guy.”
“BFG?” He cocks his head. “Oh…” He chuckles again. “I’m friendly, don’t worry. I only get mad if you want to…”
“Fuck with you?” You cockily reply and mirror his smirk. “Hmm…I don’t think you could handle me, sweetie. I’m too much of a woman for most of the guys in town.”
His eyes scan your body at your words. He hums and drops his eyes to your ass. “I can handle any situation.” His face remains stoic, but his eyes give his dirty thoughts away. “Can I have a slice of the peach pie, ma’am?”
“Only if you never call me ma’am again,” you point a manicured finger at the giant. “People called my granny ma’am.”
“You don’t look like a granny to me,” he waves his huge hand to brush your concern off. “More like you are stranded in a place you don’t belong.” Ah, he tries to analyze you while checking your ass and tits out. “You’re not here for long.”
“Just like you,” you wink at him. “I’ll get you your pie now, and you better eat it up. It’s the best in town.”
“I bet he can break a bone only by grabbing you too hard,” Sally Ann watches the newbie eat his pie. “I wouldn’t want him to touch me. He looks like a brute.”
“No, sweetie,” you let your eyes wander from his broad shoulders, down to his wide back and further to his perfect ass, “he’s the kind of guy knowing how to handle a woman. I don’t think he underestimates his strength. The only problem is, he’s too big for my bed.”
“What?” Sally Ann squeaks. “Don’t tell me you want to take him home.”
“I’d take him anywhere he wants to go,” you nonchalantly admit. “It’s been ages since a real man tried to put his hands on me. This man over there has hands as big as our plates. He knows how to touch a woman.”
You bite your lower lip when he dips his head to look at you. He smirks and lifts the now empty plate. “Can I have another one?”
God, how you love a man who can eat. “Sure, sweetie,” you make your way toward him, swaying your hips on purpose. He glances at Sally Ann who looks a little scared. “How do you like your pie? Do you want some whipped cream too?”
He shrugs. “I’m not picky.”
“You can be picky,” you wink at him. “I won’t let you leave this town hungry and unsatisfied.”
His eyes darken at your words. “What can you recommend? What’s your specialty?”
“I asked you first,” you hold out your hand. “I’m Y/N, what’s your name?”
“Reacher,” he gruffly replies, but his hand takes yours. It’s huge in contrast to your hand, but warm and surprisingly gentle. “I’m here for…”
“You don’t have to tell me.” You hastily say. “I know you are not the kind of man answering questions. If you promise me to not cause trouble at the diner, you are always welcome here.”
“I can’t promise to not cause trouble but,” he squeezes your hand, “I promise that I’ll try not to cause trouble at your diner.”
“You know that this is my diner? How?”
“Sally Ann over there and the other waitresses always look at you for confirmation. The guests show more respect to you, and you don’t keep the tips. You put the money into the tip jar the waitresses share at the end of their shift.”
“You’re quite observant, Reacher.”
“I assume you took over the diner from your,” he searches your face. “Grandmother not so long ago. You still try to figure things out, but your pie tastes great.”
“She died six months ago. Granny left me her house, and the diner,” you sigh, and drop your gaze. “I left my well-paid job, and life behind. She was always good to me, and I didn’t bring it over me to sell the diner.”
“What was your job?” You’ve got the feeling the conversation turned out to be an interrogation.
“Aw, sweetie,” you wink at him, “if you want to know more about me, buy me dinner first.”
He watches you walk away, wondering if you have anything to do with the crime he investigates. Reacher shakes his head. No. You don’t look like a killer. And he doesn’t think for one second that you can break a guy’s neck.
“Hi, what can I do for you?” Sally Ann asks. She’s still intimidated by Reacher’s size or rather his cheer presence at the diner.
“Where’s Y/N?” He cocks his head to look for you.
“I don’t know. She looked pissed and went to the back entrance.”
“I-“ he gets his wallet out to throw money onto the counter. Reacher follows you out of the back entrace, searching for you.
“Whoa, watch your step,” you push your hands against his firm chest to stop him from running the poor dog over. “Hey, that’s his spot. You are not allowed to leave through this entrance.”
“I’m sorry,” he sighs. He's relieved that you are not on the run, because you are the killer. “I was looking for you. I didn’t want to piss you off asking about your job.”
“Huh? I didn’t leave because you asked me about my job,” you point out. “I saw that bastard from across the street chase this poor guy away. He was only looking for food.”
“Someone tried to hurt the dog?” He squares his jaw. “Who? What did they do?”
You crouch down to add water to the feeding bowl. “The owner of the fancy new restaurant across the street. He always shoos away the kids and pets. I don’t like that man.”
“Restaurant across the street. Got it,” he looks like he makes a mental note. “Is that little boy your dog?”
“He only comes around to get free food,” you smile as the stray feasts on the food you bought for him. “I wanted to take him home, but I guess he likes his freedom. He checks in once in a while to let me know he’s still alive.”
“A stray,” Reacher watches you pat the dog. “Maybe he’s scared of settling down. Someone must’ve chased him away before.”
“Hmm…” You nod thoughtfully and pat the dog’s head. “I only want to protect him. If he runs around town the guy from across the street will hurt him.”
“He won’t.” You feel his hand squeeze your shoulder. “I got a few things to take care of in town. Do you know a cheap motel?”
“I got a spare room I rent out,” you hastily say. “I mean, you could have it. It has got a bathroom too. You can use the kitchen if you clean it afterward. If you help me repair the sink, you can have it for free.”
He nods and holds out his hand to help you up. “I can’t tell you when I’ll be around.”
“Don’t worry,” you grab his hand to write your address on his hand. “You can come around anytime.” His eyes widen when you put a key in his hand next.
“You trust me enough to hand me a key to your home?” He looks surprised. “You’re a little careless.”
“Believe me,” you pat his chest, “I’m not careless, nor dumb. I know exactly who I let inside my house.”
Reacher quirks a brow at your words but doesn’t ask what you mean. You turn your attention back toward the dog, and he’s got work to do.
He will start with the restaurant owner across the street.
Part 2
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Blood Drive
Summary: While donating at a local blood drive, Y/n stumbles up the best nurse in town, Wanda Maximoff. Unable to get Wanda out of her mind, Y/n goes through a lengthy process just to ask her out.
Warnings: Fluff, Blood Donations, Passing Out, Needles, Happy Ending
A/n: Not gonna lie, I think it's somewhat getting easier to write kissing scenes but I still have to look at a tumblr post just to figure out the wording for it. Let me know what you think :)
Word Count: 4.0k
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In an era of new politics, the Mayor of New York City declared that registered heroes of the city had to do mandated community service. This was a new mission to help build relationships between the regular folk of New York City and the heroes that harbor it. Because let’s be honest, having Hulk throw your new car at the enemy was not the best introduction for regular people.
Those who harbored powers relaying force or strength helped out in the trade industry. You’d often see super soldiers helping out in the demolition zone by crushing what was needed. Those with magic tried their best to help heal the homeless or aided at soup kitchens. Anywhere you can unconventionally help, the heroes did.
For Y/n, it was a lot of physically demanding tasks. Such as helping families move from apartment to apartment. Or helping police officers move accidents out of the way. Sometimes, she would even demonstrate how to safely carry a person through a burning building for the local firefighters.
Today, however, Y/n decided to do something different. Rather than focusing on the same physical tasks, she chose a simpler mundane task. “Hi there, are you here for the blood drive?” Y/n nodded in agreement to the receptionist upfront. “Just sign in for me right here. Have you filled out the online rapid pass?”
“Yes, I have the QR code screenshotted.” The receptionist smiled warmly. “Perfect. Someone will be with you soon. Please have a seat in our waiting area.”
Y/n walked towards the waiting room area. This was the fourth thing on her list of community service opportunities to try. She wasn’t quite sure if her blood was even allowed to be donated, having the super soldier serum in her surely could cause a reaction to a regular human.
After some tests back at the compound, the staff found everything to be okay. That’s how Y/n ended up in a place like this.
“Y/n Y/l/n.” Getting up from her seat, Y/n followed a nurse in red scrubs to a different area. “How are you today?”
“I’m good. I'm a little nervous. I’ve never done this before.” The nurse led them to a private part of a huge common room. Multiple stations were built throughout with various people donating blood. “It’s okay to be nervous, but the worst feeling you’ll get today is just a small prick.”
Y/n breathed out slightly in relief. “Let me first get your basic information.” The nurse had gone over Y/n’s personal information but was immediately flagged by the date of birth. “It says you were born on April 2, 1917. It must’ve been a typo.”
The nurse almost changed it to 1971. “Actually ma’am, that is the correct birth date.”
“So you mean to tell me you were born during World War I?” The nurse was unwilling to believe the joke that was being played. Y/n could immediately tell from the look she gave. “It was the Great War at the time, but yes ma’am I was born in 1917. I’m actually a super soldier.”
The nurse went back to her computer and typed in more information to store on Y/n’s file. “Ah - I see. I’m sorry about that. There’s already a note on your file. It looks like your director has already approved your donation today.”
Y/n sighed in relief, while she didn’t mind explaining to people her situation of being frozen for so long, it was strenuous trying to get them to understand it all. The rest of the consultation went along smoothly as she gathered the remaining information such as Y/n’s hemoglobin and her rapid pass.
“Alright dear, let’s get you to a bed.” The nurse led them back to the common area where all the beds were laid out. “Just sit right here for me, right now we currently have a special volunteer today that’s helping out with the drive. She’ll come over in a couple of seconds to help you out. But if you have any questions, please feel free to let us know.”
Y/n sat up on the reclined bed and looked at her phone. She scrolled through her messages to make sure nothing important was happening. The sound of someone clearing their throat gained her attention. “Y/n?” As Y/n looked up, she could physically feel the moment that time stopped again. Was it possible that she fell back into the ice again? Surely she would feel the same numbness as before. But it was all different. Because from just one look from this girl would be enough to melt all the ice away.
Y/n’s breath hitched as she locked eyes with her. “I- yes, that’s me.” Y/n cleared her throat, embarrassed at the lack of composure she had.
“Nice to meet you today. My name is Wanda Maximoff and I’ll be helping you with your blood donation today.” All Y/n could do was nod as she further realized that the woman in front of her was the Scarlet Witch.
Wanda looked through her notes on the clipboard. “It looks like it’s your first time donating, is that true?” Y/n’s eyes remained locked on Wanda. It was embarrassing how much she couldn’t look away. “Uh yes. It is.”
“Do you have a preference on which arm you would like to use today?” Y/n shook her head in disagreement. “No preference at all.”
Wanda wrote down more information when a note caught her eye. “S.H.I.E.L.D. approval - are you a member?” Wanda looked over at the young girl in front of her trying to see if she could remember the pretty face.
“I’m one of their new recruits. Only been active for three months.” And suddenly, Y/n seemed to never mind all the questions that Wanda could possibly ask. If it meant talking to her, Y/n would oblige.
“That’s great to hear. If you don’t mind me asking, do you have any powers that we should be aware of?”
“Well, I think you’re aware of my counterpart, Bucky Barnes. We both have a super soldier serum.” Wanda smiled at the mention of her old teammate/acquaintance.
“Interesting. How come I haven’t heard about you before?” Wanda couldn’t shake the feeling that somehow she had managed to miss this girl for three months.
Y/n scratched the back of her neck sheepishly. “You know how Steve was found in ice right?” Wanda nodded. “That’s basically the same situation I was in but rather than crashing into the arctic, I was in a freezer chamber. I’ve been awake for only ten months.” The shock on Wanda’s face was apparent.
“Sorry to keep asking,” Y/n never minded, “how has it been like adjusting back to the new life?” Y/n shrugged indifferently.
“A little rough. I do miss my friends back from my time, but Bucky has been trying his best to help me. However, he has been focused on helping the new Captain America, Sam?”
Wanda nodded, confirming that Y/n’s information was correct. “I do enjoy the fact that I’m no longer Hydra’s soldier though. More than anything, I’m just glad to have a second chance in life. Not a lot of people get that so I’m pretty thankful.”
Wanda digested Y/n’s words and was pretty enlightened at Y/n’s outlook on life. “Thank you for answering all my questions.”
“It’s no problem.”
“Now, let's get you set up to donate.” Wanda proceeded to bring out a couple of items from the nearby stand. On the table beside Y/n, Wanda placed various tubes and empty bags. Although it was nothing, the sight made Y/n feel slightly uncomfortable. It reminded her too much of Hydra’s labs but minus the dark atmosphere and torture that came with it.
As if sensing her discomfort, Wanda grabbed a disinfectant and started to disinfect Y/n’s left arm around the area inside her elbow. “Ya know, for being so nice and cooperative. How about you ask me a couple of questions? It makes the day go by faster.”
Bringing herself out of her internal thoughts, Y/n asked the first thing that came to mind. “You’re the Scarlet Witch, right?”
It was Wanda’s turn to blush. She hadn’t expected Y/n to recognize her so quickly, especially since she just got back to the real world. “I am.”
“I wasn’t aware that you could help with the American Red Cross as part of your community service.” Wanda grabbed a marker and a squeezable toy. She placed the toy in Y/n’s left hand stating, “Give me three big squeezes and hold on the last squeeze.”
While pressing around Y/n’s elbow, she continued with, “I had to do some training to get qualified. A lot of the people who use magic generally help in other areas.” Wanda marked a dot followed by a line. “You can stop squeezing now.”
“I’m gonna disinfect one more time and then I’ll have to poke you. Are you scared of needles?” Feeling more embarrassed, Y/n looked away as she said, “Yes.”
“All good. Just means I’ll have to give you a small distraction.” Wanting to distract herself even more, Y/n asked, “Why did you decide to do this rather than something in your wheelhouse?”
Wanda thought about it before replying with, “I like the normalcy of it. On the plus side, it feels more rewarding. Like I’m actually earning my community time rather than going the easy way of using my powers.” As Wanda finished disinfecting, she blew on Y/n’s elbow hoping it would dry fast.
“When I give you the go-ahead, I’ll have to ask you to give me three more squeezes and hold on to the last one, okay?” Y/n nodded and waited for the signal.
“And - go.” Y/n did as told, but as she did her last squeeze and held, red wispy magic flowed in front of her morphing into swirls in the air. “Woah.” She followed the magic with her eyes, not even noticing that Wanda had already poked her and started the transfusion.
“Should be about 10 minutes. Every couple of seconds give the toy a small squeeze to keep it going.” Y/n glanced away from the magic amazed with Wanda. “That didn’t even hurt.” For the first time in Y/n’s life, she didn’t scream when the needles came.
Wanda couldn’t help but keep the magic up for a little longer. The dopey look on Y/n’s face was something she didn’t want to go away.
“I told you I would distract you.” Y/n was at a loss of words. Her brain jumbled for anything but all she could focus on was that Wanda Maximoff successfully distracted her. She had a natural caring heart, something the media failed to show.
“Your magic is beautiful by the way.” Y/n savored the last few seconds of it before it completely disappeared.
Wanda’s magic has been called many things in life, powerful, destructive, and manipulative but none have ever said beautiful…till now. “Thank you Y/n.”
There was a small silence as Wanda stayed to make sure Y/n was okay. “I’ll be assisting other volunteers, but if you start to feel like you're fainting, just call me over, okay?”
“I will.” Would it have been wrong to immediately fake an injury just to get Wanda back? Possibly but Y/n weighed the consequences and none could compare to her. So as Wanda left, Y/n used her free hand to call Bucky. After a couple of rings, he picked up the phone. “Hey, Y/n.”
Getting straight to the point, “Is Wanda Maximoff single?”
“Uhh - I think so. She and this synthezoid, Vision, used to date but I believe they broke up a year ago. Why do you ask?” Y/n looked at Wanda who was across the room. Her radiant smile could be spotted from miles away. “Just wanting to gather intel. Thanks Bucky.”
Y/n hung up the phone, not caring about what Bucky had to say back. Her eyes lingered back to Wanda. No matter how much she distracted herself with her phone, her eyes always glanced back on Wanda Maximoff. Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail and all she wore was matching red scrubs. But everything about her looked and felt beautiful.
Little did Y/n know, Wanda was admiring her too.
The blood donation was soon over, quicker than Y/n anticipated. Wanda had already come over, stopped the machine, and disconnected the line from Y/n’s arm. She taped a cotton ball on top of the area she poked and proceeded to wrap a red bandage around Y/n’s elbow. “You keep this red bandage on for two hours and the cotton ball for four hours.”
Wanda grabbed a pamphlet that had Y/n’s personal information and gave it to her. “Don’t miss a single meal for the next eight weeks. Make sure to drink plenty of water as well. If you feel dizzy in the next couple of hours, be sure to call this number, okay?”
Y/n nodded. Her mind was elsewhere at the moment, trying to find ways to ask Wanda Maximoff out. “Do you have any questions for me though?”
Y/n opened her mouth, wanting to ask her, “Are you busy after this?” But nothing came out. And the more she tried to say words, the more silence that remained.
“Wanda!” The pair turned to the employee that shouted her name. “I have someone that needs your help after you're done with your current volunteer.”
“Understood.” Wanda looked back at Y/n. “We have snacks and shirts over there but I think you should be good now. Thank you for donating today.”
As Wanda walked off, Y/n couldn’t help but beat herself up for not asking. She took a couple snacks and juice boxes before walking out of the donation center.
Was Y/n in love? Not quite yet. Infatuated? Probably. It was the best explanation as to why she was back at the blood drive the very next day. The brown eyed girl paced around all night trying to think of ways to see Wanda again. And the very first realistic idea she thought of was to donate blood again.
The super soldier practically begged the compound to give her another approval to donate blood stating that her super serum allowed for faster recovery. When no one could argue with her logic, they allowed a special approval to donate so soon.
So when Y/n followed all the same directions, all the same questions, she was met with disappointment when she didn’t see the redhead that captured her mind. “Hi, my name is Lucy and I’ll be helping you today.”
As Lucy proceeded to set up, Y/n couldn’t help but ask, “Is Wanda Maximoff here today?”
The blonde shook her head with a small smile. “I’m sorry dear. She’s not going to be here today.” Y/n couldn’t hold back the frown that escaped. It was stupid to think that Wanda would come back the very next day, but she had hope.
And as much as Y/n wanted to ask when she’ll be back, she knew the blood center wouldn’t give out information like that. Regardless, Y/n was determined. She was going to see Wanda again.
It was a new month and a new day. Although Y/n was glad to help a good cause, her hope waned as each day passed with no Wanda. By now, everyone in the blood center knew Y/n by name. On the bright side, the other volunteers were not bad to talk to but none compared to her.
So as Y/n sat down once again, she scrolled on her phone, expecting much disappointment. Until the voice that captured her heart called her name. “Y/n?”
She looked up from her phone and saw that familiar smile that was ingrained in her head. “Wanda.” Y/n couldn’t hold her smile back as she finally saw the girl that she’s been begging to see.
“Looks like you’re here for you…18th donation? Look at you being a star citizen.” Y/n blushed knowing that those donations were mainly for something else. “I think by now you should know the drill. Are there any concerns you may have?”
Wanda looked back at Y/n, ready to disinfect her arm. “I-” Y/n’s brain short circuited at the feeling of Wanda’s hands on her arm. It was like everything that she wanted to say suddenly left her brain. But the feeling was just on the tip of her tongue.
“You know, they should give you a badge or something for donating so much. I didn’t even know that was possible. Didn’t you start donating like last month?” Again, not a single thought formulated in Y/n’s head when all she could focus on was how soft Wanda’s hands were. Because if Y/n was able to focus, she would be able to say that her donation was 17 days, 13 hours, and 5 minutes ago. But who was counting?
Wanda looked back at Y/n’s chart to confirm her suspicions. “Are you still scared of needles though?” And that’s when Y/n finally got back into the real world. For all the times she’s been back, she’s had to look away from the needle while using a nearby pillow to control her nerves.
“I think I might need your magic again.” Y/n blushed at the request but felt proud at the smug look that came from Wanda. “I might have to start charging you for the show.”
With sudden blind confidence, Y/n asked, “Let me take you out on a date in return.” Wanda almost missed the vein at Y/n’s sudden question. She had an inkling that the girl liked her but never expected her to actually pursue her thoughts.
“You didn’t even need it.” Y/n looked down and saw that Wanda had poked her without realizing it.
“Does that mean you won’t go?” Wanda looked at the time on the clock and smiled at Y/n.
“It actually means you have three hours till my shift is up.” Wanda patted Y/n’s arm, reminding her to squeeze the ball in her hand. “So pick me up then. How should I dress?”
“Something casual. I hadn’t really planned out what I was going to do after you said yes.” Wanda blushed at the idea of Y/n practicing this moment.
“How about this? You and I walk around New York. I don’t think the guys have given you much of a good tour. So I’ll tell you all about the new New York and you tell me about the old New York.”
“You have a deal.”
Wanda and Y/n were in the back seat of an uber. The small date was something Y/n never wanted to end but the lack of energy made it hard to keep up. So when Y/n asked if it could be an early night, she was relieved that Wanda wasn’t mad at her.
Right now, the uber was at a stoplight and the two hardly spoke as their shoulders touched.
“Can I hold your hand?” Y/n whispered as she lightly placed her hand above Wanda’s. The small smile was hard to miss on Wanda’s face. She could feel Y/n’s internal battle to ask her that. She leaned into Y/n’s ear and whispered, “You don’t even have to ask,” and pressed a small kiss on Y/n’s cheek as they interlaced hands.
A small blushed and a wide grin appeared on Y/n’s face. “I hope you had fun today.” Looking away, Y/n yawned into her hand.. “You tired dekta?”
Looking back at her, Y/n tilted her head in confusion. “Dekta? What does that mean?” Wanda blushed more. She hadn’t meant to call Y/n that, but it left her lips so easily. Like it was second nature.
“I’ll tell you later,” Wanda placed her left hand on Y/n’s bicep and gave it a small squeeze, “Aren’t you supposed to be a super soldier? It's barely past 10 pm and you’re already tired.” Y/n scratched the back of her neck, slightly embarrassed at how tired she was. But all Wanda could focus on was the feeling of Y/n’s muscles as she gave one more squeeze.
Y/n yawned again, unable to fight the sleep that took over her body. “It’s what happens when you donate blood every day to try and see a pretty girl.” They hadn’t even kissed but Wanda could’ve sworn she was in love. The dopey smile on Y/n’s face would make any girl’s heart melt. The red head mentally thanked that it was her that Y/n was looking at and nobody else.
“You did that for me?” Y/n could think of many things she would do for Wanda, rescue a billion people, punch a hole in the moon, even kidnap someone. Regardless of how unrealistic it was, Wanda Maximoff was worth changing the tides on Earth. So how could someone so wonderful could ever question that someone would do something for her attention?
“I wanted to see you again.” Y/n bit her inner cheek, trying her best to stay calm but all she could think about was how soft Wanda’s lips looked.
The red head hadn’t meant to hear that thought, but she was glad she did. She bit her lip wishing that Y/n would just kiss her already. But something about the way they stared into each other's eyes was already enough for her to feel alive. And for someone so sober, her body grew drunk at the touch of Y/n.
“So you donated blood to see me?” It was still all unbelievable to Wanda but Y/n would tell her a million times until she believed it.
Their eyes interlocked causing Wanda’s breathing to hitch. She swore she could look into those brown eyes forever. “18 pints and counting.” Y/n couldn’t hold back her grin as Wanda looked away, unable to hold back her wide smile.
Y/n gave a gentle squeeze in their interlaced hands as Wanda turned back to face Y/n. “You’re gonna get yourself sick if you keep donating.” Wanting to focus on something else, Y/n caressed Wanda’s cheek as she tucked a loose strand back.
Not wanting her touch to go away, Wanda placed her hand above Y/n’s. So many thoughts ran through both of their heads. Wanda could feel the weight inside Y/n’s mind but didn’t dare to peak.
“Tell me what you’re thinking…”
“...I think you’re really pretty,” Y/n admitted in secret.
“What else?” Y/n rubbed her thumb gently across Wanda’s cheek.
“I think I want to take you out on a second date.”
“Oh yeah?”
“And I…I think I want to kiss you.” Wanda swallowed all the nerves in her chest.
“...I’d really like that…” And as brown eyes looked at greens eyes one more time, Y/n slowly leaned in and kissed Wanda. There was no rush with each kiss, something Wanda never experienced before. All she could remember was the sloppy kisses and fast make outs. But something about kissing Y/n slowly drove heart mad because how dare she live this long without being kissed like this.
And as they kissed, their hands never broke apart, instead, they gave gentle squeezes with every kiss. And when slowly pulled apart, Wanda knew then she was love sick.
Bonus
“Let me get this straight,” Bucky rubbed his forehead, feeling the headache coming forth, “Y/n passed out from kissing you?”
“Well, the kissing didn’t help but she also donated 18 pints of blood in the last three weeks.” Wanda looked at Y/n’s sleeping figure. Her head rested comfortably on Wanda’s lap.
Bucky sighed. “Okay, I’ll meet you at her place.”
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Hi I got an ask about subby Criston and I’m here to fill it but I accidentally deleted the ask itself. So I hope you see this😭😭I kinda went cuckoo bonkers word to Wyn but anyways! Pookie bear cries and nuts like 40 times🧸🧸
Knock ‘em out - C.Cole
Rating: Explicit
WC: 3k
Tags: Boxer!Criston, Manager!Reader, Criss priss prob needed to be in an institution but now gets paid for beating ass, a little bit of manipulation from reader, marathon sex, overstimulation, sub space, soft domme, 🚨CRISTON BIG ASS PRAISE KINK🚨, he’s puppy your honor, Dom/sub, sub drop, aftercare, pnv!sex, multiple orgasms, intercrural sex, cumming in pants, lil bit of background story but mainly P O R N
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Thanks @tumblin-theworldaway for helping my mind crank up heheheheeh
Criston knew he was off— something never wired right in his brain. Most people would interview him and see the rags-to-riches story. He came from trash, really, his dad was the janitor at the big boxing gym in the city. Coach Dondarrion told people they let Criston train for free as his father worked so tirelessly.
In reality, he couldn’t stop getting into fights at school. It was unchecked anger growing out of control. Criston’s mother and father begged Dondarrion to take him on and help channel that aggression. It likely saved his life. He was only 10 and beating kids’ faces in over slights— imagined or real. He was horribly possessive, jealous, and lost. Boxing seemed to put a lid on that.
Occasionally he’d have to be ripped off an opponent. Whispers of Criston Cole being a psycho were rampant. He was twenty-three when he got his current manager. She worked miracles. His everything— Criston loved the woman so much that sometimes it hurt his head, thoughts too intense to siphon through.
He’d known her from the Blackhaven gym, she was a daughter of Coach Swann and knew the realm of boxing pretty well. Coach Dondarrion brought her into the picture when Criston almost killed a man in the ring.
She didn’t bat an eye when Criston snarled and tried to intimidate her— only cocking her head and snorting like he was an unruly animal. He’ll never forget the words she said after. It was a shift for the boxer.
“Do that again and you won’t fight this week. I’m in charge now. You’re my prize pet. If you want to keep being a prize pet then you’ll listen to me,” she stated, manicured nail poking his chest.
The bigger man still had no clue what came over him, but her words were like a balm. This was what Criston needed— firm orders and guidance. He hoped at the time she could help him with all the mess in his head. Criston nodded and replied, “Yes ma’am.”
“Good boy. Let’s come up with some rules. You like rules don’t you?”
No unnecessary jabs, no yelling, work on riding the bike and going through footwork, and no cumming until he had won.
Those were the rules before a fight. Criston abided by them religiously. Even if he was like a caged animal towards the lead-up to the big event. He would feel himself grow more and more agitated— actively restraining from ripping his opponent's jaw off. Cole probably looked psycho, with dark eyes intense, jaw clenching. But his expression remained eerily placid. His manager liked that and said she could smell the fear off the other guy.
Criston remained undefeated, she must be right he thought. Coach Dondarrion said Swann was a goddamn genius. She was perfect like that. He hated she wouldn’t go public with their relationship, Criston would wind himself up into an obsessive tizzy over it.
But when he won again, and again, she was there to take care of him. They’d get through the usual press, Criston would shower, and they’d ride back to the hotel together. The air was charged in the back seat. She’d slapped his wandering hands away the first couple of times.
Now he knew to stay put and she’d tend to his face or scratch his hair, careful of any knots and bruising. It felt so fucking good the first time she touched him, he had cum in his sweats before even reaching the hotel. Whining and writhing as she cooed and put ice on his black eye or taped a busted nose— he couldn’t remember exactly.
His manager had cooed in surprise when he seized up and gasped, wetting the inside of his briefs, “Oh, baby? You came? Needed that, didn’t you? Criston Cole, my prized pet, big bad man, didn’t know you liked being loved on. You deserve it, baby, I’m here for you, always.”
Her words had simultaneously embarrassed and made Criston want to kneel at her feet, awaiting her next command. He remained quiet, cheeks flushing heavily, worried internally his nose would start bleeding. Swann curled at his side and stroked his messy curls.
“Don’t be ashamed, you deserve to feel good. ‘Sides I know you have more to go, gotta be pretty full from going a week. You want me to take care of that, empty you out?”
Criston gritted his teeth and whined. He wanted it so bad. The demon in his head teased and prodded him, spitting lies. “She thinks you’re a weak little bitch, you really gonna spread your legs and bare your neck like a slut?” the voice said. He moaned softly, pained from the dissonance.
His manager whispered gently, a small hand rubbing soothing circles on his chest.
“Criston, baby, stop thinking so much, and let me do it for you.”
He melted into her warm embrace, the proposition flicking on a switch he didn’t know existed. She smiled as he slurred out a ‘yes’ and went lax under her palms. Criston didn’t know at the time— that submitting completely to another made his mind stop for a bit.
He was euphoric, eyes focused on her as they entered the hotel. She waved off any reporters and led him by the hand. Criston clung to her like a needy child in the elevator, his cock swelled up again. The manager let him rut a bit on her tight skirt and giggled at his desperation.
When they finally, finally gotten to the room— she stripped Criston down and made him cum until he cried, all the adrenaline sapped out of his body. He lost count of how many times her mouth and hand brought him to completion. He got to float in his head, tongue too thick and limbs too heavy to do anything but whine and be coddled.
Criston woke up later as a new man. He felt he could breathe. Then the games began as his record kept going up, Cole escalating to the fucking top. He didn’t know what to do with all the money except buy his family a house and Swann anything she desired.
He’d won again. Shaking his fist and snarling obscenities at Strong on the ground. He’d get another fuck-ton of money and go home happy. He’d picked up the belt and grinned, elated at his thirtieth win. On the top of the world.
Criston’s mind began to whirl as he stalked down the hallway. He briskly showered and answered a couple of questions to the press. She waited to the side, sinful red lips curled upwards. Swann was wearing the red bottoms he bought her, pretty legs shown off in her little dress and blazer.
When she nodded toward the exit he followed, agitated at the annoying reporter still asking questions. Criston didn’t want to upset her, so he kept his mouth shut and followed along, pulling his hoodie up. His balls fucking throbbed. He wanted to fuck his angel so bad, maybe she’d let him on a special occasion like this.
He got into the dark luxury vehicle, inhaling her sweet scent. Criston was close to getting feral, mouth watering at the possibilities. Still, he remained mute. Until she shifted, facing him in the dark, eyes full of affection. Criston couldn’t help the thin whine that burst from his chest at her attention.
“Look’it you. Took down Breakbones, got thirty wins, fucking hell baby,” she drew closer to him, “Criston Cole, you’re the real deal! You wanna fuck me, baby boy? I think you’ve earned it.”
“Pleaseplease, yes, fucking yes,” he pled.
A stagnant pause fell over the back of the car.
“Thank you,” he moaned, “Thank you.”
“Good boy, don’t forget your manners.”
She placed a warm hand high on his thigh, massaging the sore muscle. Her other palm caressed Criston’s patched-up cheek. She hummed “A kiss?” He nodded eagerly, vibrating in place, adrenaline still coursing through his veins. But Criston knew he had to be her good boy.
The woman softly pecked his lips, pulling back to watch Criston chase with a sad noise. She smiled and kissed him again, deeper this time. He eagerly opened his mouth for her, shivering as her nimble tongue playfully lapped at his own. Criston’s hands balled up in his sweats— no touching, no touching unless given permission.
Their lips wetly smacked in the dark car, her hand moving up to rub maddeningly at his straining cock. Criston cried out into her mouth, hips bucking helplessly. She laughed and nibbled on his shapely lower lip, hand squeezing his manhood.
“S’all mine isn’t it? My cock, just for me.”
He nodded in misery, his body wanted to let go, but it was a bit of a process to get Criston in the headspace he wanted. She knew how to get him there. Like her lips against his ear, tits pressed against his chest as she purred, “Easy love, relax, I’ve got you honey.”
“Mmm- gods, need it,” he gritted out, dark eyes lolling.
As her firm hand jerked him over the sweats, Criston’s manager nipped and kissed at his clean-shaven cheeks and neck. She whispered, “Sweet boy, I know you are s’hard, relax, relax, you’re gonna get to cum all night baby. As much as you want, just gotta let go okay?”
She praised and played with him some more, Criston began to pant hoarsely, thighs shaking as he neared the precipice. She tutted when the car stopped, “Get yourself together baby, we’re here now.” He blinked, a tear falling down his cheek, bewildered by the way she left him.
He was so fucking close! The boxer sulked and groaned at his denied orgasm, eyes watery from how intense his balls were throbbing now. He wiped his eyes and pulled the hood of his sweatshirt up again, keeping his head low. He hoped the half-assed tucking of his hard-on worked.
They walked in sync to the elevators. He sulked, “M’so hard it hurts.” Criston’s girl pouted her lips, patting his cheek, “I know, I know sweet boy, but we can’t keep the driver waiting. Almost there, don’t be so needy.”
Criston wrapped his arms around her waist, tucking his face into her neck. He would be good, he wouldn’t hump or bite. He merely wanted to hold her for a second before the elevator dinged. Swann hummed and nuzzled back into his hair.
Onward they went, Criston’s mind growing fuzzier and fuzzier as his body thrummed with need. Upon entering the penthouse suite— her entire demeanor changed. She snapped, “Go get undressed and kneel for me by the bed.”
He nodded in little jerks, undressing and folding them neatly, just how his mistress liked. Criston shuddered as the cool air hit his cock, swallowing heavily as he knelt before the foot of the bed. His hands shook with need, his adrenaline still thrashing and pumping underneath the skin.
He was downright panting by the time she came out of the bathroom, naked as he was. Criston bit on his lip, eyes watering again. The angel laughed, “You sure are worked up tonight.” She padded behind Criston, winding a hand into his hair, eliciting another agonized noise from the boxer.
“You are so damn talented, the Warrior smiles on you. I’m proud.”
“Thank you, thank you ma'am,” he whispered.
“I’m going to get on the bed and you’re going to fuck all that energy and cum out okay?”
“Yes ma’am- ohmygods.”
Criston’s brows pulled together as she laid before him, legs crooked and spread, her cunt shining with slick. He growled, digging his nails into the skin of his thigh. She crooked her fingers playfully, “C’mon baby, you’re allowed to touch. Use me, my special pet earned it.”
He almost felt bad in the way he roughly had pulled her ass flush to his hips, the flesh smacking loudly. Criston had eagerly gotten on his knees in the center of the soft bed, slotting his swollen cock against her slick pussy. “F-fuck, fuck, gonna use you baby, ’m sorry,” he gritted out. She smiled and shrugged, moaning as he rutted against her a couple more times.
Criston’s dark eyes rolled up as he entered her velvet cunt, warm and sososo tight. He snarled as he snapped his hips into his baby. She was crying out and digging sharp nails into his shoulders. Cole knew he was lost in the feeling, rasping and groaning possessive, ugly things he would never say out loud.
But when legs were wrapped around his waist and she was mewling his name? Criston had lost his firm barriers. He rumbled into her ear between kisses and bites, “My godsdamn pussy, mine, you’re mine, I’ll f-fucking kill anyone who touches you, looks at you, gods I’ll do anything!”
He groaned, balls drawing up quicker than expected. She was crying out “Yes! yes! All yours!” Criston sucked in a wet breath at her neck, hips driving into her at a breakneck pace, hands bruising her pretty skin. He choked on his drool, unable to warn her— Criston’s orgasm was that intense.
She tightened around him when his cock flooded, absolutely flooded her pussy. Criston moaned and clenched his jaw, fucking through the oversensitivity. His girl dug her heels into his ass to spur him on. The boxer swallowed down a little mewl. Everything was still so swollen, he had to keep fucking, keep cumming.
“Mmm, yes! Don’t stop baby, oh Criston!”
“I-I am, fuuuck, g’nna fill you up again!"
He drove his hips upward, lifting her hips so that Criston could get at her g-spot. She raked a bloody mark across his back, gasping in delight. He rambled while thumbing desperately at her clit, “Yeah, yeah, feel s’good, cum on me baby, need to feel you, m’close again!”
Criston wasn’t sure if it was her gorgeous wail or her pussy gushing on his cock or both but he came again. She chose to mouth at his lips, shaky legs clenching around him, hand pulling the hair at the nape of his neck. Meanwhile, he whined Swann’s name, the quickness of his second orgasm turning Criston’s brain into jello.
The slick noises between them were loud and sloppy, he was stuttering and whining. She threw her pretty head back and moaned. Criston was finding words hard. He kept fucking and fucking. She felt too good and he had so much cum for her.
“That’s it, keep it up,” she grunted.
Criston slurred, “Ca-can’t stop, can’t, can't!”
He felt his eyes grow wet as his overstimulated cock was gripped and milked by her cunt. The angel, his angel, wrapped her arms around his sweaty neck, his hips forcing little 'uhs' out of her plush lips. Criston blabbered uselessly, words bordering on sobs now. It felt too good, the pain and pleasure were ecstasy to him. He bottomed out inside her, stopping to mewl long and high before returning to feverishly thrusting again.
“Oh, oh, angel- hurts- s’good ohmygods your pussy, gotta cum again, m’sorry m’so sorry!”
She nuzzled at his jaw, moaning, “It’s okay, doing so good for me, needy baby. You needed this, poor baby’s balls are so full.”
“S’full,” he agreed, mindless and shivering.
Criston’s thighs began to twitch as he felt another wave cresting. He practically wailed as the third peak licked up his spine— white hot and mean. She gasped, nails digging into his flanks, pussy pulsing around another load of Criston’s molten cum.
He was a mess, wordless and drooling. Criston began to move again, gaze unfocused and mouth agape. He whimpered, all overstimulated and still fucking frantic. Criston felt like he’d die if he didn’t stop, tears pouring down his flushed cheeks.
Her hands held his face now, her lips saying something. Criston slowly cocked his head, attempting to understand his manager’s words. She said it again, this time louder with a smack to his cheek. Criston stopped his movements, protesting with a weak noise.
“Babydoll, you gotta fuck my thighs, I'm starting to hurt. I’m going to turn over, okay precious? Got that?”
His lips trembled— Criston didn’t want to do that. He wanted her pussy. He slid out anyway, a torrent of white spend flooding out of her well-used entrance, seeping onto the bed. She marveled "Oh Criston, you still have anything left?" The woman hissed under her breath as she flipped onto her stomach. She tucked a pillow under her hips, giving him access to her thighs, slicked with their release.
Criston stared— unsure how to proceed. His cock was so flushed it purpled, aching horribly. He whined, frustrated with his stupidity, the man just wanted familiar tightness again. She sighed and reached back, ushering his knees and thighs to cage her legs in, forcing Criston forward.
He gasped in delight when his cock slid between her soft thighs, warm and wet. His depleted brain decided this would do. Criston’s thrusts were jerky and uncoordinated, he was growing too sensitive to go on much further. He kept at it, crying and sniffling like a babe.
“Awe baby, you’re hurting huh?”
“Mhm!” he replied, scrunching his face up tight. He had to cum one more time, he had to! Even if it was excruciating, the pleasure ramped up into nerves prickling all over his worn body. She watched him with lidded eyes, lips in a smirk. Criston exhaled again, throwing his head back to sob.
“Gotta- I gotta,” he mewled.
“I know sweetheart, so close, let it all out, you’ll feel so much better. You’re so pretty like this— all fucked out and still want more. Knocked your whore brain sideways. My cute slutty puppy, I love youuu.”
Criston folded under the praise, his body contracting once more, stomach cramping as he devolved into cries. His abused cock managed to dribble one little last bit. He couldn’t stop crying, falling back onto his haunches. Swann guided him down to shush and pet his hair. She murmured, "You're okay, all done now, I'm here, not going anywhere. Just breathe."
Criston’s muscles were all loose but the adrenaline had been sapped quickly. He was gutted— in a good way. Just couldn’t help the reaction, he knew it would happen after an intense romp like this. His baby curled into his heaving side, laying feathery kisses on his jaw, a relaxing hand at his diaphragm.
“That’s it, let it out, poor baby. Couldn’t help yourself hm?”
Criston nodded through the incessant tears, his shaky hand threading through her hair. He rasped, “I love you so much. You’re perfect.” He was growing more sleepy, settled by her kisses and glowing smile. He could float easy and enjoy the win, curled up with his lifesaver. Well, after she got him water and wiped down the mess. He realized with a smile— she had laid a towel underneath them.
She’d have to help him function tomorrow, Criston knew he’d be scrambled eggs, sore, and a bit grumpy. But that’s why they kept a suite for three days. After the kick off he would rest up and replenish. They would fuck sensually, cuddle, and watch a in some order of that fashion.
His addled mind conjured up a big diamond ring he’d buy for her.
#ser criston cole x reader#ser Criston cole imagine#criston cole x reader#hotd fanfic#hotd smut#modern au
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Ino craves you but you always liked to tease
★tags: ino is whipped yall + sub!ino + dom!reader + afab reader + fingering + mask kink + my first time writing for ino, so pls be g-gentle with me.
Takuma does what he’s told. If he’s ordered to stand, he’ll stand. If he’s ordered to jump, he’ll jump. If he’s ordered to sit on his knees and take the only front-row seat of you fingering your drooling pussy, then the seat is already taken.
“Don’t lick or touch until I tell you to.” Your tone refrains him from even thinking about stubbornly rebelling against you. There’s a hindrance in your blunt demeanor with each weak point you hit with languid digits, but it’s there regardless, still a looming overcast that darkens his view from brilliant sun rays. It rains ever so slightly but when it pours, he makes sure to cherish the wet taps draping across his skin.
He’s weak in this state, enough to mumble out a puny ‘yes ma’am’ that's barely a pitch louder than the sloshing of bodily wetness. You’re loud. And you’re dirtying the couch; it was a hand-me-down but his nostalgic memories are still engraved in that ragged cushion. That doesn’t make him no never mind though.
Consider it pleasurable torture because the growth between his legs ache with a sense of carnal urge, wanting to be freed from the confinements of fabric and kissed by weeping lips of sin to wash that disgruntled pain away.
But that pain only grows as you continue to flick, probe, and pinch at every delicate inch of fragile skin while coffee brown hues gaze up in delight, dare he say, honored to witness a beauty as enticing as you. The fat around your thighs and tummy seems grabbable and the erect nubs on your chest begged to be sucked.
Saucers widen to plates as Takuma’s astonished eyes feed off of the display in front of him. He’s internally waiting for your word, your order to wrap his hungry lips around your hard clitoris and lap greedily along the path of your labia.
He’s ready to feel your fingers grip the roots of his locks once he graces you in eager swipes and rattles you with grunts that ring through your heated body, keens oozing from your lips like warm chocolate drizzling onto his awaiting tongue–he’s drooling like a wet dog. Perhaps from both your juicy cunt and that blatant chocolate simile.
With a look so desperate, you must’ve picked up his heavy pants because they were starting to sound pathetic to you.
“Taste me.” And with those words, Takuma could’ve sworn he heard an angel coo against the shell of his ear, he guesses those hushed prayers of you really have been heard!
He crawls tentatively like a newborn kitten, unsure of the world they’ve been born into. He wet his lips, not that it was needed since he’d been salivating this whole session, but call it a force of habit.
If he couldn’t smell you before then he could now with how the tip of his nose traced the wisp of your pubic hairs that remained unshaven save from the light wax you’ve gotten on your bikini line. The soft scent of sweat provoked a moan from him and he couldn’t help but swoon over how his tongue would pick up each salty bead with shameless content. And he was close to doing so until-
“Stop.” Takuma halts. He believes he’s in the wrong for how your sternness cuts through the sexual tension in the room. “Clearly you’re forgetting something, lover boy.” It takes him a beat to recognize what it is until his eyes land on the black cotton of his mask, almost lying purposely beside you.
Upon putting it on, you hum in delight and spread your legs further. Takuma delves in. Though with the mask acting as a cruel barrier from the treasure he initially seeks, he remains happy to find that he can taste you on his tongue. Your cunt is savory and delectable that he seemingly can’t make any comparisons to anything he’s ever tried. It’s enough to make him want to shrivel into a heap of nothingness, enough to make him fight against an army of guns with the aid of a sword.
A sword that's dull and pertains no prowess but he’d be willing to take that slim chance at victory just for the sake of you.
You bring him to the lowest point of desire and yearning that even sucking your pussy through cotton fabric was enough for him to squirm.
He looks up at his obsession with love-stricken eyes. Eyes that say that he will love you and your pussy forever. And with you singing out to him like a whimsical canary, he’d make sure that his love is what he gives you until the day he’s deemed dead.
#ino takuma x reader#ino takuma smut#ino takuma#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk smut#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen x reader
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Middle Of A Memory - J.Seresin
Synopsis: Jake Seresin was an asshole, everyone knew it. He flew with confidence and held a cocky smirk. Behind every cocky smirk and snark remark was you, built into his memories, memories he always lived in.
Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin X Pilot!Reader - CallSign: Hela.
Warnings: 18+,mentions of alcohol, mentions of flying accidents, mentions of death, swearing, angst and of course fluff.
“Hangman, the only place you’ll lead anyone is an early grave”
The hairs on the back of Jake’s neck stand and his body stiffens at the sound of Rooster's voice, causing him to stand from the pool table.
He knew he needed to keep his cool in front of the group of aviators. He plants his signature smirk on his lips, making his way to Rosster, looking over his face.
The smirk covers the thoughts running through his mind as he is quiet for a bit too long for Hangman. “Anyone who follows you” he leans back on the pool table, a smirk plastered on his lips. “Is just gonna run out of fuel” he tilts his head.
“You are just too snug on your perch” he pushes off the table, his back to the group he lets his facade falter.
He never wanted the group to know that Rooster hit a nerve.
His face remained stone as he turned back to the group, his mind on one thing, you.
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Tennessee.
The bar was packed full for Friday night. The sound of the jukebox could be heard for miles. You grin, pushing into the crowded bar, looking around for the group of friends you were meeting. With none of them in sight you walk towards the bar, sliding on one of the stools. The bartender grins at you with a raise of their brows.
She chuckles, “new to the area?” she asks as you chuckle, eyes moving to her face. “What gave me away?” she shrugs, “I just get the impression you are not from here” she nods as you smile. “I am not, I just got stationed here” she grins, looking you over. “Army?” she asks as you laugh, head falling back. “No Ma’am I am Navy” she grins wider.
“I don’t see them very much” smirking, you shoot her a wink. “No, we certainly do not” the southern accent pulls your attention to the left. He’s leaning his elbow on the bar as your brows furrow, looking up at the sunkissed man beside you.
He grins, looking you over and then back at the bartender. “I’ll take another beer and add whatever the lady is havin to my tab” she smirks and moves her way across the bar. Sitting back in the chair, you look up at him, “well thank you for buying my drink” you say.
He smirks, nodding looking back down at you, “what brings you to lil ol tennesse?” he asks as you shrug, thanking the bartender. “Work for the most part” he nods, pulling the stool beside you closer, to the point your knees were touching as he sat down.
“Well, welcome, I’m Hangman” he holds his hand out with a smirk. You hold back the chuckle, raising your brows, you decided to play along. “Hangman? Did your mother hate you?” he laughs, shaking his head, “it’s my call sign, I’m a Naval Aviator” you nod slowly, biting back your growing smirk.
“Well it’s nice to meet you Hangman” you shake his outstretched hand, noticing your group of friends make their way in.
You stand and send him a smile, “Thanks again for the drink” you wink over your shoulder, walking towards the girls. “He was cute,” Raven, your best friend says.
“Please Ray, he’s a pilot, major red flag” you smirk as she chuckles, “So is that your red flag too?” you laugh behind the straw of your drink.
The music was pumping through the speakers loudly. Raven had a smirk on her lips as she danced to the Usher song playing through the speakers.
She points toward you seated with your third drink, motioning you to her. You laugh, setting the drink down and walking towards her.
Her hands fall to your hips, pulling her body into your own, whispering loudly in your ear, “you should go dance with hot cowboy!”. You laugh, hands falling on top of hers, “I don’t know Ray” you look up and as if he knew you were talking about him, he smirks and meets your eyeline.
“Do it! You need to get laid!” you shove her shoulder gently, catching her stumbling body.
“Fine!” you smirk as she laughs loudly. Raven watches as she cheers behind her own solo cup, looking at her over your shoulder with warning eyes. In the process, you don't notice Hangman making his way to meet you halfway. “Wanna dance?” he smirks, startling you as you meet his eye. Smirking, you holding your hand out to him, he takes it and pulls your back into his chest.
He chugs the last of his red solo cup, handing it off to someone beside him and lands his hands on your hips.
He leans down, lips brushing your bare shoulder causing a shiver down your spine, he smirks. “You are quite beautiful” he whispers in your ear, nose brushing your hairline as he stands to his full height. You laugh, head falling back onto his shoulder as your hips continue to grind against his own.
The bodies were sweaty, his musk was intoxicating more so than the shot of vodka in your drinks. Turning to face him, your forehead resting against his own as his smirk stayed tattooed on his lips.
Looking up at him through your lashes he grins, winking as the two of you make eye contact. “(Y/N)!” you turn to Gypsy, another girl that came out tonight. She smirks looking between the two of you, eyes falling back to you. “Hi Jakey” he grins, nodding towards her with a grin, hands still attached to your hips.
“Jakey?” you question slowly, in your intoxicated state thoughts moved slower. Your hand slides down his chest, “oh my god, big brother Jake?!” your finger is planted against his chest as you look at Gypsy. She nods, smirking as your eyes widen. “Anyways, Raven got a text from Bradley” you sigh, nodding.
Your hand continues it’s journey down Hangman's chest, landing on the buckle of his jeans with a smirk on your lips as your eyes meet his again.
“Nice dancing with you, hungman” kissing his cheek, you hurry over to the group of girls. In a blink of an eye, you were gone.
“Ladies and gentleman” Admiral Cain smirks from the front of the room full of aviators. “We have someone new joining our squad today” he stands with his hands on his hips, “she’s coming to us from Florida down in Pensacola, her skills will be an asset to this squad”. Walking into the room and shutting the door gently behind you, the smile on your lips is not hard to miss.
“I welcome, (Y/N) (Y/L/N), call sign Hela '' making it to the front of the room, you shake Admiral Cain’s outstretched hand. Raven smirks from her own seat at the look on Jake’s face at the sight of you.
“Let’s see what you got” he dismisses the group as everyone makes their way out of the room, green eyes stayed burned into your flight suit as you followed.
``You’re a pilot?” he asks, his voice full of southern charm. You sigh, turning to face him. “I am” you smirk, his own smirk grows. He holds the toothpick between his teeth, looking you up and down in the green flight suit, it was sexier to him than the skimpy outfit you had on the night before.
He holds his hand out again, “Jake Seresin” you shake his hand slowly. “I know who you are” you say, watching his face as he shrugs.
“You know of me darling, you’ve now formally met me” he winks.
“So, Hela huh?” he asks, following beside you towards the tarmac. “Named after the goddess of Death” you chuckle, grabbing your helmet on the way out the door. “Let's see if you can keep up hangman, or do I call you Hungman?” you wink.
“Can’t wait to see you fly Hells Bell” rolling your eyes, you look back at him. “What did you just call me?” he smirks,
“welcome to the south sweetheart”.
The ground was never as easy as the skies were, you were more comfortable flying a multi-million dollar plane instead of walking on the ground. “So, Hela” Jake’s voice is slightly distorted on the comms but you don’t miss it.
“What could you possibly want?” you ask, turning to see him beside your own plane. “Are you ready to have some fun?” he asks as you chuckle, looking around.
“Two bogies” you motion to him with a nod veering aside to move below him. He shakes his head with a soft chuckle. The comms fell silent only for a matter of minutes. “I could really use some help here” you grunt, continuing to attempt to avoid lock on yourself.
"Don’t you worry your pretty little head, Hangmans coming” you can hear the grin in his voice. “get down here and help me you glorified ken doll” he chuckles. “You wound me” you smirk behind your mask, moving below the boogie, they flew above you and straight ahead.
“I got you Hells” if you could count the amount of time you rolled your eyes. “I’ll see you back on the ground” you mumble, flying back to the base.
The cold shower was cool on your skin causing you to close your eyes. Being the new kid was never easy nor was it easy getting now with the attention of Jake Seresin.
“Jake likes you,” Raven says from the bench as you sigh.
“I don’t understand why he’s known me for a total of two days” you push the water out of your face with a groan. “You practically gave him a hard on at the bar, probably gave him one today” you laugh, stepping out the shower with the towel around your body.
“You okay?” you question, standing in front of her. She nods slowly, looking up at you with a shy smile, “everything okay with Brad?” you ask as she nods. “He got into Top Gun'' you grin, sitting beside her.
“That is wonderful!” you laugh as she nods sadly. “What is it?” you ask, picking up on the sadness in her voice. “I just want to be there with him,” she admits as you shake your head, standing up.
“You will totally be there with him before you know it!” she nods with a smile, standing herself.
“Are you coming tonight?” she asks, the squad was going out for drinks down the road from base. “I-I don’t know” you admit as she groans, “please hels?” she asks as you nod slowly. “I'll think about it” she nods with a smile on her face, kissing the top of your head as she exits the room.
You've been in Tennesee almost 10 months. On base with not one Seresin but two. "Please hels come out tonight!" Gypsy pleads from your the closet, shuffling through the clothes. "Why?" you ask from the bed, looking up from the book you were nose deep in.
"So you can flirt with Jake and get it over with" she admits, stopping at the surprised gasp you let out. "What are you talking about?" knowing the growing smirk on the younger Seresin's lips, you regretted asking.
"You and Jake flirt, you have since you got here, I think you should come out and show him what he’s missing" you laugh, nodding slowly. "What he’s missing? And that’s what exactly?” she shakes her head, hands on her hips as she turns to face you.
"Remember the army sergeant? Who was just head over heels for the hot naval aviator? What was his name?" you laugh, falling into the sheets. "Do not bring dylan into this!" you defend as she smirks leaning over you.
"You're coming."
The summer sun was slowly setting as the bar crowd made their way into the bar. You smile, looking around the bar. Girls danced on the bar as two women behind them happily gave drinks and shoved tips in their shirts.
“Is this a coyote ugly bar?” you ask Gypsy who grins from ear to ear. You laugh shaking your head, walking through the crowd, once you get closer a name calls for you.
“(Y/N)!?” you look up and see the eyes of the redhead from the bar looking down at you.
“Oh my god, Wanda?!” you yell back, moving closer to take her outstretched hand. “Are you kidding me?! What are you doing here?” you yell over the music as she grins, “Vis is stationed here too!” she grins as you laugh, squeezing her hand.
“I’m so happy for you!” you smile, taking the beer from her hands. “I’ll be back!” winking, she nods and stands and moves along the bar as you make your way to the crowded table.
Jake and the rest of the pilots had finally shown up. “There she is” you roll your eyes at Jake’s drawl, smirking at the blonde pilot. "Hi Hungman" he smirks at the nickname, noticing the short neckline of your top tonight. He notes it was similar to the one you wore when he first met you.
You move to stand beside him and turn to your friends. Raven is nose deep in her phone and Gypsy is flirting with one of the other pilots on the squad.
You couldn’t quite remember how many drinks you had or how you managed to get up on the bar with Wanda.
The group of aviators left you unsupervised for a matter of minutes and you were gone, like a child.
“Where’s hell's bell?” Jake asks, looking around the table as Gypsy shrugs, her eyes slowly land on you. “Uh, Jake” she nods towards the bar as you are taking Wanda’s outstretched hand. Climbing up with her as you gasp as No One Like You by Scorpions blasts through the speakers loudly.
“Gooooooood Evening Tennessee!” Wanda yells into the megaphone. “We have ourselves a special guest tonight, a former coyote herself now a Naval Aviator!” you laugh at the cheers in the bar, holding the beer up. “Give it up for our very own” everyone claps as you take wanda’s hand, swaying your hips. “Oh Jesus” Jake mumbles under his breath, setting his beer down and excusing himself from the conversation.
He was curious to see what happened but knew he couldn’t let you embarrass yourself very long.
Wanda’s hands land on your hips as your hips sway against hers, the crowd cheering as you bend down, running a hand up your bare thighs and standing with a flip to your hair. “I didn’t know she had it in her” Jake makes note to his younger sister who stood beside him, “I did” she winks. “I should probably get her down,” he says more to himself as she shrugs, “give her time”.
As the chorus plays the buttons on your blouse slowly come down and before Jake knows it, your plum lace bra is on full display.
Walking along the bar, you swing your shirt in your hands as a cowboy would a lasso, crouching down to get the money that fell in front of you. Standing back to your full height, you don’t notice him or his blonde hair right away, singing along loudly to the speakers.
He reaches forward, his hands falling behind your knees, jumping at the feeling of someone's hands on you, looking down at his smirking green eyes.
“C’mon Hell’s Bell, you’ve had enough fun for tonight” you laugh, head falling back as you laughed harder. Wanda makes her way over then noticing his hands at your knees.
“Hey now!” he holds his hands up in defense, she notices then the service khakis , “are you part of her squad?” she asks.
He nods and before you know it the world is upside down and you are face to face with Jake Seresins ass.
Jake gently sets you in the passenger seat of his truck, shutting the door quietly as you slump back into the soft interior. “Be careful” Gypsy has her hands on her hips, Jake notes she looks just like their mother. “I will, I’ll be back before you know it” she nods, patting his chest and walking to her own vehicle.
He climbs in as you are fumbling with the radio, “do you have anything good on this thing” your words are slurring. “Sit back, I will pick something” he smirks at the small huff you let out as your body hits the seat.
The roads are quiet in the early hours of the morning. Jake is skipping through songs at the red light as you gasp, “no no go back!” you protest, he furrows his brows and turns the song back. You grin as Waiting for a Girl Like you by Foreigner plays softly.
Reaching over, you turn the song up loudly and roll down the window. The summer breeze felt amazing against your skin as you sang along loudly. “Hela, get your ass back in that seat” Jake looks over as your seatbelt is unbuckled, he was not driving fast or dangerously but he can see the gears turning in your mind.
The upper half of your body is leaning out the window, your hand grips the handle above the window as you pull your hair out of the pony tail you opted for the evening.
“I’ve been waiting for someone new to make me feel alive!” you sang loudly, Jake hears you clear as day as you're hanging out his passenger side window, singing loudly to the eighties hit.
Jake knew at that moment, you were going to be one of the best people in his life.
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San Diego.
Top Gun.
Everything in your naval career led to this moment, “I’m sending you to Miramar so pack up your shit” Admiral Cain grins from his seat, standing as he holds a hand out to you. “I am excited for you Hela” he shakes your outstretched hand as you grin.
That’s how you found yourself here, The Hard Deck bar.
Walking through the door, you are taking a look around the room. You make your way to the bar, sliding into the vacant seat farthest from the door. A shadow casts over the dim lighting causing you to look up at the smiling face. “You're a new face” she grins, setting her towel aside. “I just got in a few hours ago” she nods, reaching for the cold beer in the fridge under the bar.
“I’m Penny” she sets the beer down, winking and walking to another customer. You couldn’t understand how you made it here, the next class at Top Gun.
Sipping slowly on your second beer, you notice his laugh first. Ears perked up at the familiar sound, looking around as his laugh continued.
Jake Seresin was in this bar.
A smirk grows on your lips at the jukebox across the room. Sliding out of your seat and making your way over to the box, you slide the change into the slot and pick the one song you knew would trigger something in the aviator.
Jake's ears perk up at the sound of Foreigner but thinks nothing of it.
He knew the chances of you being in this bar were slim, the two of you hadn’t seen the other in almost two years. Thick as thieves, he was your best friend, you've kept in touch the whole time, random phone calls and sparse text messages.
“Excuse me Lieutenant '' the voice is soft and high pitched as he smirks at the snickers of his friends. They see the smirk on your lips, of course the group has no idea who you are but you still signal for them to keep quiet.
Jake turns around and his body goes slack.
You stood with your arms crossed over your chest, dressed in your service khakis and a smirk on your lips.
“Hells bell?!” he’s shoving the beer into his friend's hands, arms wrapping around your waist and spinning your body around. You laugh, arms wrapping around his neck and hugging him tighter.
“Hi Hungman '' he laughs into your neck, setting you to your feet. “Oh my god you made it to Top Gun didn't you?!” he asks, hands landing on your elbows.
The grin grows on your face as you nod, looking up at him. His face held nothing but pride as he pulled you back against his chest.
“Oh my god, I am so proud of you” you laugh, hugging his neck tighter, “I’m proud of you, I’m so excited we're doing this together” you admit, his smile grows. He pulls you into his side as his arm remains on your waist with a hand on your hip and faces his group of fellow aviators.
“Gentleman, I’d like to introduce to Hela '' you grin, holding out a hand towards them, “nice to meet you”.
The waves crashed against the shoreline, sending a slight shiver down your spine as you stood beside Jake, hugging his arm. “I can’t believe we’re here” you whisper, mostly to yourself but he grins.
“I know” you sigh, head falling to his shoulder. “I wish Gyps and Raven were here” he chuckles as you look up to meet his eye, “What am I chop liver?” he asks as you shake your head. “I’m so excited to do this with you Jake” you look over his face with a grin.
He leans down and kisses your forehead, “me too, of course it would be so amazing to have Gypsy but I am excited to go through the challenge with you” you blush, hiding your face against his service khakis, kissing his shoulder.
Chuckling, he rests his head on top of your own, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulls you into his side.
“Welcome to California Hells Bell '' you giggle, hugging his waist as your head falls into his chest.
“We’re gonna kick Top Guns ass” you grin.
The classroom was filled to the brim of Top Gun students. Shuffling through the door quietly, you look around for the blonde gel-covered hairs. He twirls the toothpick between his teeth as you smile, moving to sit beside him. “Good Morning” the man stands in the front of the room, hands behind his back.
“I am Admiral Bates, one of your instructors here at top gun” he smiles and eyes the room before continuing on, “and of course our airboss, Admiral Simpson'' he nods to the man at the back of the room who smiles.
“You are all here because you are the best the Navy has seen” he paces in the row of seats, “someone saw something in you all and thought you’d be perfect for Top Gun'' you turn towards jake, a smirk on your lips, “he means me” you whisper, nudging his shoulder. He rolls his eyes with his own grin, looking back at Admiral Bates.
“In the six weeks you are here, you will have a mix of things here at Top Gun, of course you will have airtime but also classes on the ground that you will need to complete before the air time” Admiral Bates seemed as the more laid back instructor compared to Admiral Simpson. “We can’t wait to see you all compete for the number one seat” Admiral Simpson says from the back of the room.
“Let's start today’s lesson, a good ol 'dog fight in the skies?” Admiral Bates questions as Cyclone grins, “I say we give 'em a shot”.
The aviators sat perched perfectly on your nose as you looked over the F-18, preflight pre-checks were something you took very seriously. “Hells bell!” you turn at the sound of Jake’s voice with a grin.
He makes his way in front of you, his own sunglasses perched on his nose, the sun kissing him almost perfectly.
You squint behind your aviators, looking up at him with a smile, “you ready?” he asks as you smirk, hands on your hips. “I’m always ready, Hungman” he chuckles, looking at you with a wide grin. “You still my wingman?” you ask, looking over his face as the smile breaks out across it. “Obviously, you aren’t going to get rid of me that easily '' your smile is contagious as one breaks out of Jake's face.
The two of you lean forward, foreheads falling against the others, “Fly Fast"' you wink with a whisper as your hand reaches out to the nape of his neck. He grins, his own hand reaching out to the nape of your neck, tangling his fingers in the gel-covered hairs, “Fly Safe” he whispers back to you.
You and Jake started the small tradition before you were shipped back to Florida, always encouraging each other to fly fast but always fly safe, it was something the two of you told the other everytime you were in the skies.
“I got Warlock on my six” you mumble into your comms, looking out the canopy at the jet low in the hills. “I got you, tell me what we're doin” Jake replies, looking down from his canopy at you on his six. Smirking behind your oxygen mask, you look up at his jet, “I’m going after him”.
He holds back his chuckle, watching as you turn and head down to follow Warlock.
“You got him Hels!” Jake yells behind his comms as you continue after Warlock. He flies beside you, watching as you continue to attempt fighting off Warlock. “Hels, go left I’ll go right and split up in the canyon” Jake mumbles as you nod, looking over at him. “You got it”. The two of you break in opposite directions and move through the canyon.
Within seconds Warlock had tone on your jet, “Shit!” you grunt, slamming your hand against the glass. “That's a kill Hela, head back to base” Warlock says over the comms as you make your way back to base.
Landing on the tarmac, you huff and climb down the ladder, pulling the helmet off your head quickly. Walking towards the door, you ignore Jake making his way towards you.
"Hells bell!" he yells, joggin to keep up. "Hela!" he yells, hands on his hips as he watches your body stop. He approaches you slowly, “Look at me” he whispers, moving his hand to cup your cheek. Avoiding his eye, he tilts your chin up to meet his green eyes. You were never one to take losing easily and always discouraged yourself.
“You did great and did everything you could” he whispers as you nod slowly, “I still got myself killed, if I get myself killed, I can get you killed" your voice is soft.
He shakes his head, looking over your face, "I'm okay, and we're okay and we have six weeks to perfect it, six weeks to make top gun ours" you can't help the smile that makes its way on your face with a slight sniffle.
“There’s my girl” he smirks, pulling you into his body by the shoulders, walking towards the showers.
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Six weeks flew by, graduation snuck up on all of you. Jake was number one and you were his number two. Gypsy sits herself on the bed in your small beachfront home, watching as you adjust your dress whites in the mirror. “I can’t believe you and Jake are number one and two for top gun” grinning, you look at her in the mirror.
“Jake is a good pilot” you smile at the thought of one of your favorite people. “Yet, in the six weeks you’ve been here you haven’t told him how in love with him you are” you chuckle, looking at her with a raised brow.
“You mind your business” she holds her hands up in surrender as you laugh. “We all see the love you have for the other, it’s been there for the last three years” she says, taking your wings in her hands and pinning it to your chest.
“I do love him” you admit with a smile, watching her smile grow in the mirror, “He’s my wingman”.
The ceremony was nice as awards were handed out to each aviator. Taking number two as Jake took home the plaque. You watch as he takes photos with everyone, plaque held high in his hands, his smile even brighter.
“I did it!” a voice whispers in your ear, warm hands placed against your hips, grinning against the beer bottle in your hand. Turning around you are met with his dazzling green eyes and loving smile.
“You did it” you whisper back, holding the beer out to him as he takes it in his own hands, sipping it with a smirk. “Couldn’t do it without my number two” you laugh, hand reaching out to hold onto his arms. “You could’ve done it without me, I know it” you admit as his face falls into seriousness.
“No, I couldn’t have done it without you Hela, any of it” he grins, leaning down to kiss your forehead.
“Ladies and Gentleman” Cyclone appears at the front of the room, looking around at the aviators and their families. “I hate to cut celebrations short but I just got a call from the high ups, we are needed” he takes the envelope and lists off the names.
You and Jake were the first two listed.
You quickly shake the hand of Mr and Mrs Seresin as they grin at the two of you. Jake’s hand around your waist as the two of you run off. Mrs.Seresin knew the love in your eyes as you looked at her son.
The breeze was setting in as was the evening sun. You stood beside your jet as you went over the missiles and guns attached, pre-flight checklists. “Hela” looking over your shoulder, Jake makes his way to you. He has a smile on his face, the same smile that for the last six weeks brought you so much comfort.
The last three years of your life flashed in your mind. From the moment you met him in that Tennessee bar, to when he carried you home and listened to you sing your heart out to Foreigner.
“Hey” Jake’s voice brings you out of the flow of memories, a smile on his lips.
“Hangman” your voice is soft as he approaches, his brows furrowed. “What is it, are you okay?” he asks, he was never Hangman, always Jake or Hungman, your own twist on his callsign. Nodding as you look up at him “yes, yes” you grin.
He nods slowly, leaning forward to rest his forehead on yours.
Your eyes fall closed as your hand reaches back to his nape. “Fly fast” you whisper, squeezing the back of his neck as he grins holding the back of your neck to pull you closer, “fly safe” he whispers. As he goes to stand straighter, you hold him closer.
He furrows his brows, looking at you closely, “what is it?” he asks.
“I love you” looking over his face, he grins, “I love you too Hells bell” you shake your head, pulling away from him.
“I love you, I’ve fallen in love with you. You are my person, my wingman. I can’t imagine my life without you and I know this is the worst time to tell you this as well, we are going on a death mission possibly and if one of us doesn’t come back you need to know how-”
He grins at your rambling, pulling you back into him from the nape of your neck to connect your lips. You sigh against his lips, cupping his cheek and standing on your tippy toes to get closer to him.
“I love you Hela” he whispers against your lips, nudging his nose against your own. “Let's do this, get home safe and I am taking you out on a proper date” he grins at the smile on your face as you nod against his hands, “let’s get home safe”.
The mission started simple, enemy lines using planes identical to the ones you flew to shoot you down. “Hangman!” you pant, looking around you at the two bogies who surrounded you, frantically looking for your wingman. “I see you Hels, I see you!” he yells back, watching as the two of them continue hot on your tail. “Hangman” your voice is calm so calm it sends a chill down his spine.
“Hela, you are okay” you sigh, looking to either side of you, taking a deep breath. “I’m out of flares Jake '' you whisper, looking around the sky as the two bogies are surrounding you.
“Jake, I need you to take these two out” he shakes his head, watching over you. “I am not doing that, that could kill you!” he defends as you sigh.
Flying through the canyon you manage to get one of the planes off you.
In the matter of minutes smoke fills the air. “Smoke in the air!” you yell. Jake watches as the plane shards fall into the ocean beneath him. “Hela!” he yells through the comms.
“Combanchi, do you have visuals on Hela?!” the comms cut out for a short second before they kick back to him,
“negative”.
He grits his teeth as he follows the enemy plane, “Lieutenant, you need to return to the carrier”. He ignores the voice of Admiral Bates as he follows the plane, shooting them down with one missile.
He flies by as the smoke lingers, watching for a parachute in the water, he doesn’t find one.
The rain poured in New York.
Jake stood beside Gypsy and Raven at the back of the ceremony, watching as Admiral Simpson folds the flag and hands it to your mother.
Gypsy sobs beside him, hugging his arm as the cemetery slowly empties and the sea of umbrellas are gone. Just the three of them.
“She’s gone,” Raven whispers, holding onto gypsy’s hand. “I can’t believe this” Gypsy’s body shakes with sobs as Jake gently hands her over to her best friend. “Take her to the hotel, she needs rest” he encourages as the rain pours down onto his uniform. “Jake” Raven looks over his face as he shakes his head watching as she nods, an understanding in her eyes.
He watches as the car door opens and Bob, gypsy’s boyfriend steps out, helping her in and sending her a comforting smile.
He turns to the pile of dirt that is now turning to mud. “This isn’t fair Hels” he looks up at the sky, sniffling as the rain covers his cheeks, running with his tears. “It's not fair I have to say goodbye to you” he looks back down at the pile of mud.
“I miss you already” he sniffles, “I waited a long time for a girl like you” he smiles to himself at the memory of you hanging out the passanger seat of his truck, blaring the forigner song. Sobs take over his body as his knees fall into the mud. “Hey” he jumps at the hand on his shoulder, looking up to see Raven with her own sad smile.
“I know” she whispers as he sobs harder, body falling into hers. “I know” she rubs soothing circles on his back as he sobs into the mud.
“She’s gone and I couldn’t save her Raven” he hiccups, holding onto her as she shakes her head. "It’s not your fault Jake, I know she didn’t feel that way either” she lets him sob in her arms as the rain pours over the both of them. After a few minutes, she encourages him to stand.
He stands, hand holding onto her arm as he takes one look back at where you lay, your dog tags sat in his palm, he knew he should've left them but his heart couldn't part with them.
He turns back one last time at pile of dirt now running with the rain.
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Present day.
The raven haired woman comes into his sight before he processes it, “take that back Bradley” Raven defends, looking at her boyfriend and back at Jake. “I’m sorry” Rooster taken back at the sound of his girlfriends voice as he looks at Hangman. Jake shakes his head, handing the pool stick to Coyote, walking out to the back deck of The Hard Deck.
The saltiness of the air filled his lungs, almost burning them. The night of your funeral comes rushing back to him as he watches the waves. “Hangman” he turns at the voice, Bob stands there with a sad smile. “I’m sorry” he whispers, moving to stand beside the blonde.
“It’s okay” he nods, looking over at the WSO. Bob was the only one in the squad who knew about you, he was there for Gypsy at the time of the funeral. “He shouldn’t say that, he doesn’t know what happened” he defends as Jake shakes his head.
“I don’t need to explain myself to Bradshaw, or anyone for that matter,” Jake stands taller, watching as Raven digs into her boyfriend.
“Jake lost his wingman, my best friend” Raven looks between the group of aviators. “(Y/N)” she looks at Gypsy, who has a sad smile at the mention of their friend. “He loves her so much, he hasn't processed her death very well, even after almost five years” Gypsy adds, looking at Rooster.
"Hela?" he asks softly as Raven nods, he knew of you, never getting the chance to meet you but always had the chance to talk to you when he called Raven.
“You know how he got his air to air kill?” Raven looks over, shooting daggers towards Phoenix who looks away ashamed.
“He went after the enemy plane who took her from us" she whispers, hands on her hips.
“He has a right to feel the way he does and act the way he does but, Bradley" she moves closer to her boyfriend, "that was a low blow even for you". She walks past her boyfriend and the group to join the two men on the patio.
She makes her way to them, smiling sadly at Jake, “I’m sorry” she reaches out, hugging him as he hugs her back tightly. “It’s completely okay” he admits, giving her a reassuring squeeze.
The two of them forming a bond since the day at your funeral, she understood what he was going through.
“I’m gonna head home for the night", he stands to his full height. “Big day tomorrow” he chuckles, giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze as he sneaks past the rest of the squad.
Sitting behind the wheel of his truck, his eyes fall to the photo of you against his dash. It was from the first summer barbecue his family always had, the sundress laid against your skin perfectly as you smiled at him. He can feel the same smile deep in his bones as he smiles back at you, “miss you beautiful” his voice was soft in the night.
Jake walked through Top Gun the same way he did the first time, strong and confident. He knew the squad had to know what happened to you, guessing his sister and Raven told them about what happened.
The room was silent as he made his way on deck, sitting down in the front of the room with a smirk on his lips. “Never let them see you fall” your words played on replay in his mind, reminding him he was strong. He looks up as Admiral Bates and Admiral Simpson make their way on deck, standing immediately.
Jake throws himself into flying and flying only. He watches as Maverick makes his way to the front of the room, smirking behind his toothpick, recognizing him not only from The Hard Deck but also from the stories of the famous Maverick.
“Wheels up in 10” he nods, walking past the aviators, Jake stands and is immediately stopped by the admirals.
“Lieutenant Seresin” Admiral Bates stands with his hands on his hips, turning to face him he pulls the toothpick from his teeth. “Yes Sir?” he asks as Admiral Simpson looks at him, “I need you to follow me” he says,motioning to the door.
The squad watches as Hangman follows the Admirals. “What is going on?” Gypsy asks as Raven shrugs, looking between their boyfriends. “Did Jake do something already?” She asks as they all shrug again.
She sighs, hands on her hips as she follows Bob through the hall. The two men knock on the office door, watching the other before a soft voice encourages them in.
“Now Lieutenant” Cyclone looks at Hangman, he remembers him from his time at Top Gun, he remembers the two of you always together. "We know this might be confusing and shocking, so please remain calm" Jake follows the two men and his world stops.
There in front of him stood, you.
You turn from the window, face covered in bruises and a busted lip, covered in your Navy bomber jacket.
Jake felt his world rushing back to him, felt the weight of the last four years almost drowning him as he was staring into the face of death.
“Hi Hungman” your bruised lip smirks back at him.
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🍭 oooo something angsty with bradley 'rooster' bradshaw and “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
thank you for requesting anna!! <3 this is my first angst with rooster so i hope it's good :)
bradley "rooster" bradshaw x reader, some swearing, angst, 1.7k (she's a long one ik hehe)
You never really wanted Bradley to know how much you missed him when he was gone. Your worries tended to consume you and a lot of the time it showed, even though you tried your best to remain neutral on your sporadic video calls with him. The last thing you wanted was for him to worry about you when he was out there in the skies. He needed complete and total focus, and you knew that, but sometimes you couldn’t help it.
He looked beyond tired when he appeared on your laptop screen today—dark circles under his eyes, shoulders sagging under an intense invisible weight that you’d never truly understand, the whole nine yards. But he still brightened when he saw you, somehow still managing to look like a dream despite his clear exhaustion and the grainy video quality.
“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes,” He said, adjusting his screen until his head was fully in view. “Hi honey, how are you?”
“I feel like I should be the one asking you that,” You chuckled. “How are you? Are you getting enough sleep? Eating okay?”
“Yes ma’am.” You suspected he was lying just to please you, but you’d let it slide this time. You were going to see him in a few weeks, you could rag on him then. With love, of course. “I saw the picture you emailed last week, by the way. I hope you bought that dress, ‘cause as good as it looked on you, it’s gonna look so much better on the bedroom floor when I get home.”
“Bradley!” You hissed, cheeks growing hot.
“What?” He asked incredulously, shit-eating grin very present on his face. “I can’t admire my gorgeous girlfriend anymore?”
“Not like that when there’s other people around!”
“Oh, come on, they don’t care. Coyote, you mind if I love on my girl a little bit right now?”
“I’m not even in the room.” came Coyote’s voice, probably paired with an amused smirk. “Hey, Y/N.”
“Hi, Javy.” You sighed, sinking a little lower in your chair in embarrassment. Bradley was entirely comfortable around his fellow naval aviators, as he should be, but that didn’t mean you wanted any of them to hear your conversation with your boyfriend. “Maybe we could continue this conversation another time and talk about something else while I have you here?”
“Don’t be shy, baby. It’s just Coyote here, if it makes you feel any better.” It didn’t. “He’s waiting to talk to his mom.” Cute, but still uncomfortable.
“I don’t think—”
“It’s not like I showed him the picture. We’re just talking!” He chuckled, grinning cheekily.
“I feel like you’re not really listening to me right now, Bradley.” You blurted, feeling a pang of guilt shoot through you right after. He was out there only god knows where and here you were making a fuss because your feelings were a little hurt. But that was rule number one of having a partner overseas: make sure they know how you feel. Be firm but gentle.
He sobered up instantly, sitting forward in his seat with an intent look aimed at you. “Okay. Sorry.” He looked offscreen, muttered something you couldn’t make out, and when you heard the shutting of a door, you knew he’d just shooed Coyote out of the room so the two of you could talk in private. “You’ve got me now, I’m listening. What’s wrong?”
“I just…I miss you.”
“I miss you too, sweetheart. So much.” Bradley said solemnly. He tilted his head. “That’s not it though, is it?”
“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about me, I’m fine.” You shook your head, smiling at him. Or trying to, really. Bradley could always see right through you.
“No you’re not. C’mon, sweet girl, tell me what’s wrong.”
“I’m worried.” You admitted.
“About?”
“You.”
His expression turned reassuring, tone soft and as soothing as it could be through the static warping it. “Hey, you don’t have to be, y’know. I’m in good hands over here, okay? I’m gonna be totally fine.”
I’m gonna be totally fine. That should’ve been enough to reassure you, but after the last time he’d said something along the same lines ended with him in the hospital for a few weeks, it didn’t.
“I just want you to be careful, that's all.”
“I’m always careful.” He nodded. “Just pretend I’m right there with you, it’ll be fine.”
“Yeah well, you’re not here, Bradley. Easier said than done.” Your words were entirely a heat of the moment thing, but the clench of his jaw at the statement was enough for you to know that you’d just stepped in it.
“What’s that supposed to mean? You think I wanna be away from you all the time? That it’s easy for me? This is my job, Y/N, I can’t just say no when they tell me I have to leave.” He said, voice strained and low.
“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
“Yeah. Right. You didn’t mean it at all, sure. Of course you didn’t. You just don’t trust me, do you?”
“No, I—”
“No, you don’t trust me?”
“Will you let me finish, Bradley?” You huffed, letting out a sharp breath.
“You think I’m reckless.”
This was why you didn’t even want to bring your worries up in the first place. Bradley had a tendency to lash out when he was upset or felt cornered, jumping to conclusions because he didn’t know what else to do. It was something he assured you he was actively working on, but when things got a little tense, he seemed to revert right back to his ways.
“Sometimes, yeah!” Shit. You hadn’t meant for that to come out either. Out the window went rule number two: don’t spend the limited screen time you have arguing with your partner. A muscle in Bradley’s jaw ticked. “Damnit, I didn’t mean to—”
“I think we should talk about this another time. Neither of us are in the headspace to have this conversation right now.” He said, weirdly calm.
You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could say anything to try and fix the shitshow you’d just stirred up, alarm bells sounded faintly from the background of Bradley’s side of the call. His back went ramrod straight, your blood ran cold. Something was wrong.
“Bradley, what’s going on? What’s happening over there?”
He looked around, craning his neck to listen if he could hear anything else that would clue him in. “I don’t know. We should’ve been in the clear by now, I don’t know what—”
Bradley disappeared from your screen before he could finish his worryingly panicked sentence, leaving you staring at your own reflection where he just was a split second ago.
A message flashed across the previously blank screen.
Your call has been disconnected.
“No, no, no, no, fuck,” You breathed, dragging your finger back and forth on the trackpad frantically. Nothing. You tried calling him back. Still nothing. Then it began to set in.
What if something really did happen and this was the one time he didn’t come home? That might’ve been your last call with Bradley and you wasted it on some stupid argument that seemed so insignificant now despite it happening mere seconds ago. You didn’t even get to tell him you loved him.
You might never get to tell him you loved him ever again.
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There was nothing but radio silence on Bradley’s end for the remainder of the mission, and it was agony for you. You weren’t sure if he was okay, you weren’t even sure if he was alive, but you knew you had to go on as usual. Because if you stopped even for a second to think about what did or didn’t happen the last time you saw him, you weren’t sure if you’d make it to find out.
You were up out of bed the second you heard the front door slam shut in the distance the day Bradley was scheduled to come home, hurrying down the hall. Bradley was standing stock still in the foyer, eyes flitting around at his surroundings until they landed on you.
His duffel dropped to the floor with a dull thump, shoulders drooping, and when he met your gaze, his eyes were rimmed red. He looked a mess, as you were sure you did too, but the only thing that ran through your mind was that he was here.
You rushed forward, all but throwing yourself into his arms with a cry. “I’m sorry, Bradley. I’m so, so sorry, I didn’t mean what I said, I never meant to—”
“Hey, shhh, it's okay baby,” Bradley soothed, lips pressed against your temple as his arms tightened around you. “I know. I know you didn't mean it, I didn’t mean it either. It’s okay.”
“No, it’s not. I don’t know what I’d do if something happened and the last thing I said to you was…” You couldn't even finish your sentence before a choked sob ripped through your chest, your hands fisting themselves into his jacket in a poor attempt to ground yourself. “I didn’t even know if you were—you were okay, or if—” You inhaled a shuddering breath, fighting another sob.
“I’m fine, I promise. Our comms got knocked out, but we were fine,” He assured you, stroking a hand up and down the curve of your spine. He cradled the back of your head gently but firmly, his other hand the weight that you desperately needed to reassure you that he was here. “I hated that I couldn't call you back, but I’m okay, honey. I'm okay, I’m right here.”
Bradley leaned his forehead against yours, taking your hands as soon as you stopped clinging to him and pressing them against his face so you could feel the warmth of his skin, the stubble on his cheeks, his calloused palms on the back of your hands.
“I love you, Bradley.”
“I love you with everything I’ve got, sweet girl.” He said, kissing the inside of your wrist tenderly. You smiled through your tears. “Are we okay?” He murmured, eyes searching yours for any semblance of an answer. You kissed him hard instead of responding, hoping that he would see that you didn’t care about whatever the hell you were arguing about anymore. It didn’t even matter, all that mattered was that he came home to you.
He looked dazed when you pulled away, blinking at you dumbly for a split second before grinning at you. “Well, now that that’s out of the way, let’s go see that dress, hm? See if it looks even better in person.”
You couldn’t even find it in yourself to be exasperated at his cheekiness.
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Idk if im allowed to ask for another request for the 3000 celebration but your writing is just so good that I can't help myself. Feel free to ignore if you're getting too flooded with requests lol but would I be able to get "tease me until I can't take it anymore" and "I just want to be used by you tonight. Van I be your personal toy?" Smut with F!Reader and sub!crosshair. Keep up the amazing work
3000 Prompt List Celebration
Crosshair X F!Reader
word count: 1k
NSFW
prompts:
“Tease me until I can’t take it no more.”
“I just want to be used by you tonight, can I be your personal toy?”
warnings: NSFW, 18+ only. Explicit sexual content and language. Sub!crosshair, light dom!female reader. Established relationship, dry humping/grinding, blowjob, teasing, cum denial, praise, pet names, smut without plot (kinda). NSFW under the cut. Not proofread, a little rushed ngl.
Authors note: of course you can ask for another request! I’m just sorry it’s taken like 5 years and it’s not the best. 🩵 @thrawns-babygirl
“I just want to be used by you tonight, can I be your personal toy?”
You stared up at your lover, eyes a little wide and completely stunned at what he just asked. For the last day he had been acting… different. His demeanor had shifted over the past few hours, growing more tense than usual. You had noticed him struggling to articulate something, his words hovering on the tip of his tongue.
But as he looms over you, trained eyes piercingly sharp as they gaze down at you, the question just slipped past his lips. “You want me to use you?” You repeat, quite sure you had heard him correctly but there’s nothing wrong with double checking.
You sense his resolve, his shoulders squaring and eyes finding it hard to stay on yours so with a smirk, you place one hand to his shoulder and push him off you, maneuvering deftly so you were straddling him instead. “Answer me.” You demanded, a fiery desire coursing through you as it appeared Crosshair was yielding control of the situation.
“Yes.” He rasps with a gulp, his eyes a little wide as your confidence shines through straight away. Have you wanted to dominate him as much as he wanted to be submissive to you? He’s sat up, watching you as you begin to tease him with a subtle roll of your hips against his lap, heart hammering in his chest.
He doesn’t particularly know where this sudden desire came from but he wanted a change of pace - he wanted you to take control.
“Now this is an interesting turn of events, Crosshair,” you chime pleasantly, “and not something I’m not going to pass up.”
He remains tight-lipped as you pull your top over your head, tits bouncing free from its confines and you try hard not to blush to the sound of his quiet moan as a result. He almost fails being a sub in a split second, as he so very nearly latched his lips to your stiffening nipples but you were quick to deflect him.
Pressing your hands to his chest, pushing him back until his back hits the mattress you gave him an incredulous look. “Did I say you could kiss my breasts?”
He sighs and shakes his head. “No.”
“No, what?”
He pauses for a second, a deep exhale parting his lips as his cock twitches in his pants at your dominance and how you clearly wanted to be addressed differently. “No… ma’am.”
“Good boy.” You smirk, adding more pressure to his crotch that sends him crazy. You moan yourself a little, the feeling of the thickness of his cock in his pants against your pussy felt so good. In fact, it isn’t long until you are standing, pulling your pants off (too slow for crosshairs liking) until you take yet another seat on his lap and feeling the friction even more. “I can’t wait for you to be inside me, darling.”
Crosshair huffs in response but the lust in his eyes showed everything you needed to know. When you slide his pants off, you sit back and admire how his cock twitches just under your gaze. “Aw, do you need your cock touching?”
The stoic man’s hands clench the sheets beneath him, in torture how you were dragging this out but it is what he wanted after all. “Just,” he whines unable to finish his sentence as his cock already oozes just by the sight of you
“Just, what?”
“Tease me. Tease me until I can’t take it any more.”
His words surprise you once more but the sex crazed smile on your face had you shifting between his legs, fingers gently caressing over his bare thighs. “As you wish.”
Slowly, tortuously slowly, you placed your tongue flat against the inside of his thigh and moved up along his proudly standing erection.
The flat of your tongue slid along his cock as your lips slowly enveloped the head. Crosshairs long lashes fluttered, dark, lust filled eyes finding your gaze.
Your boyfriend whined as he felt his tip touch the back of your warm throat. You moaned at the taste of him, slurping and spitting on his cock just how you wanted to.
His hips start to jut, his heavy breaths becoming ragged as your name slips beautifully past his lips. You know him, you know when he’s about to hit his high and as soon as he gets to his peak, goes curling and moans strangled in his throat, you pull back.
“W-What? Why… babe?” He gasps at the lack of orgasm, by now he would be painting your pretty face with his cum but alas, your face remains clean and smug.
“You’re my toy, remember? You only get to finish when I’m done with you, silly.”
He is watching you with wide, blown eyes as you begin to crawl over the top of him, breasts sliding against his throbbing cock until you maneuver on top of him, your pussy just inches away from his head that was almost begging to be touched by your wet lips.
“You look so good; wanting and needy.”
“You’re fucking incredible.” He breathes, nothing but love on his face and you smirk as you sink onto his length, eliciting the most guttural groan he had ever released.
“Mmm, maker… so, s-so warm.” He rests up on his elbows, hips naturally thrusting up into you but as you tut at him and push against his lower abdomen to halt him.
“No moving.” You commanded and he let out the sweetest whimper of pleasure.
“Please, I need to fuck you so hard.” He sighs, pushing past the firm hold you had as he begged for his needs that you weren’t so willing to give just yet.
“No. Moving.” You repeat, forcing his hips back down as you begin to delicately grind your hips and down against him, his cock stretching you so well that a small curse passes your lips.
“You wanted to be teased, Crosshair,” you rasp, your index finger trailing up his chest that heaved under your touch, caressing up his neck until you grab his chin between your fingers, leaning over his lips, “so this is going to be a long evening for you.”
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Great Escape
Genre: Non Idol au, Angst, Smut
Pairing: Minho x Fem!Reader, Bang Chan featured (referred to as Chris)
Warnings: Extramarital affair (Reader is the cheater. Cheating is never the answer, please don't do this!), Oral (Male receiving), Gagging, Death of a loved one mentioned, unprotected sex, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!
Word Count: 4,985
Summary: After an argument with your husband, you seek solace at a nearby bar and in its bartender.
2024
I think we made a mistake.
Your husband’s voice echoes in your mind while you replay the argument you just had. Without a word you left your apartment, bag in hand without a destination. It didn’t matter where you went. You just needed out. Needed to escape. To finally breathe. You wander aimlessly until the blinking neon of an open sign lures you in. A chime rings above your head as you push open a door. You find the nearest barstool and take a seat while you stare ahead in a daze. The bartender takes notice of you. He can tell you seem frazzled, but gets taken away by a customer before he can reach you.
It's a quiet Tuesday night. They aren’t very busy. You hear the clinks of ice in glasses and the quiet hum of intimate conversations around you. The lights are dim, basking the large space into a romantic glow. Your eyes focus on the wall of liquor bottles in front of you, getting further lost in thought. I think we made a mistake.
Minho, the bartender, approaches you cautiously.
“Can I get you a drink?” You continue to stare in front of you.
“Ma’am?” You blink a few times before turning to face the bartender. You look around and realize where you are.
“Oh, um, sure.”
“What would you like?” You notice a menu to your right. You're not much of a drinker so the ingredients to the house drinks are unfamiliar. Minho notices your confusion.
“We have food too.”
“Can I actually just get a jack and coke?” He smiles and nods.
“Sure.” Minho turns to leave.
You lean over the counter and reach out to stop him. “Excuse me,” he looks back at you, raising an eyebrow indicating you had his attention.
“Sorry, can you make it more coke than jack? I’m not a huge liquor drinker.”
“We have beer or wine if you would prefer that?”
“No, I don’t really like them either.” He chuckles.
“Ma’am, you know we’re in a bar, right?” Your eyes crinkle and you smile for the first time today.
“So we are. Jack and coke is fine. Can you actually put a cherry in it?”
“You got it, ma’am.” You wince.
“Y/n. Please call me, Y/n.” He nods.
“I’m Minho.” He walks to the other end of the bar to make your drink. You look around at the patrons. There is only one other person at the bar. The man nods at you and you nod back. The stranger knocks back his drink and grabs a few nuts from a bowl on the counter. He turns his attention to the game on the tv in front of him. You rotate in your chair and see a few couples or friends sitting in the booths. The bar has a modern speakeasy interior. It’s cozy. You had walked past it many times on your way to and from work, but never stepped inside.
Minho walks back and places a napkin in front of you followed by your drink. He leans over the bar a little and whispers, “I put in two cherries for you. But don’t tell anyone.” He winks and tends to the other man at the bar. You look into your glass and see two cherries speared by a toothpick and smile. You pop one into your mouth and let the second remain in the drink to soak up the alcohol and cola. You sip your drink and are pleased that it’s not too strong. Minho looks over at you gauging if he used a ratio to your liking. You take notice and nod. He gives you a smile in return.
You watch him as he wipes down the counter. He is wearing black dress pants and a button up shirt. A satin black tie complimenting the rest of his fit rests a little loosely around his neck. His sleeves are rolled up to just below his elbows and you take notice of the veins and muscle while he dries some tumbler glasses. Minho feels your gaze and looks in your direction. You look away quickly and stare into your drink, cursing yourself. The tips of his ears turn red, pleased by your attention. After a few more drinks Minho tries to think of excuses to talk to you.
“Is there anything else you want?” He places his palms on the bar counter in front of you giving you a better view of his healthy vascular system. You swallow the cold liquid with a gulp as you look up at him wide eyed. His deep brown eyes, almost black due to the atmospheric lighting, make your heart drum. Your eyes shift down to his cupid’s bow before finally landing on his lips. He’s truly beautiful and his lips look delicious. Looking away, you shake your head banishing your thoughts of him. He moves in the direction of your gaze to capture your attention again.
“Are you doing okay?”
You let out a breathy laugh before meeting his gaze again. “That obvious, huh?”
“Sorry, it’s just you seem a bit…lost?” He’s not wrong.
“Yeah, I think I might be.”
“Anything I can help with?” You sigh. Before you know it, you're confiding in Minho, revealing your earlier argument with your husband.
“I feel like I’m trapped. I don't even know who I am anymore and I will never know if I stay. I completely lost myself in this relationship.” Minho makes you another drink as your lips continue to loosen.
“I gave up on things in my life, my career for him. It’s not his fault though. Chris didn't make me do it or anything like that. I let this happen. I am to blame.” You rub your temples as Minho absorbs your words.
“Have you only recently realized you felt this way?” he asks.
“No, I think I started to feel this way a year into our relationship actually.” It was the first time you admitted that out loud.
“I know it’s not my place to ask, but if you’ve felt this way long before getting married, why did you?”
2021
“It’s time to say goodbye.” You hear and feel your heart shatter at the sound of your Mother’s devastated voice. Your boyfriend, Chris, takes hold of you and leads you to the car. The car ride to your childhood home is completely silent. The thirty minute drive feels like an eternity and you worry you’ll be too late.
When you finally arrive, you make your way upstairs to find your entire family gathered around your father’s bedside. Your mother had turned their bedroom into a makeshift hospice for him so he wouldn’t be alone at the hospital. You run to your father’s side. His large, bruised hand grasps yours. It feels cold. He’s wearing an oxygen mask making it difficult to hear him so you just tell him you love him repeatedly. Tears blind your vision as a man walks into the room to introduce himself. A chaplain. While your father grew up Catholic he wasn’t necessarily a religious man, but nearing the end he sought peace in the man’s prayers. You felt like you were floating in another dimension. Your siblings took to your side to be closer to him while the chaplain read your father’s last rites. You sobbed into his hand completely in shock. Chris stood beside you. His hand gently grips your shoulder. He wanted to make sure you knew he was there in case you needed him.
The chaplain was talking loudly to your father asking if there was anything else he needed. Your father points to you then to Chris. You don’t understand at first, but soon realize your father wants the two of you to marry. Unbeknownst to you at the time, Chris had swung by your parents home the previous day asking for their blessing once he knew your father wasn’t getting any better. You felt blindsided. Chris seemed more calm than you, but you still asked him if he was okay with this. He nodded his head and you decided to proceed, if only to help your father. You honestly don’t remember anything that was said. All you could think about was your father’s hand in your right and Chris’s in your left and how unbelievably devastated you were.
Did you want to marry Chris? Was this the right thing to do? Your father passed in peace thinking you were finally settled. You were anything but.
2024
You push away the memory of losing your father and continue telling your story.
“We got married kind of quickly, thinking it was the natural next step I guess.” Minho nods while listening intently.
“But maybe we were being selfish. Maybe we were both just scared of being alone.”
“It happens more often than it should.” You hum in agreement. “Do you have any kids?”
You swirl the remaining amber brown liquid mix in your glass. The melting ice clinking together.
“No, his job often keeps him busy. He’s still really focused on growing his career and doesn’t feel ready anymore. I don’t think he’ll ever want kids now.”
2017
Chris was making great strides at work, rising quickly. He felt he was at the cusp of success. The two of you had been dating for 10 months when you got into a small disagreement. It was going to be your first Valentine’s day together. Maybe it was childish, but you loved celebrating milestones together and always went above and beyond planning fun things to do each time. This relationship felt different from any you had before. Chris was special. A week before Valentine’s day, while you stood in line to get donuts, he casually mentioned you would have to spend the weekend alone as he was going to the beach to help a friend with a project. It was an exciting opportunity for him, but you pouted and got teary eyed at the thought of not getting to spend V-day together. Chris rushed you to the car to avoid a scene. It hurt your feelings and he eventually gave in. However, he looked at you seriously and warned you that if you ever got in the way of a job opportunity again, he was going to pick his career over his personal life. You understood where he came from, but it still stuck with you.
2024
“Do you want kids?”
“I do…I did.I gave up asking and eventually gave up on the idea altogether.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. Like you said, it happens.”
“Yes, but that doesn't mean you have to live with it.” Minho feels his heart hurt for you. You weren’t the first broken heart to wander into this bar, but you were the first to capture him. “Did you ever tell him how you feel?” he wonders.
“I suppose I should have, but instead it was another brick I placed on my wall of avoidance I had been building since the start of our relationship. Now it’s too high to even climb over.”
“You want to leave him.” It sounds like a statement rather than a question. Minho wipes the wet spot underneath your glass absentmindedly while you take the final sip of your drink. As he takes the finished glass from your hand, your fingers accidentally touch making both your hearts flutter.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t be spilling my guts to you like this.”
“I’m a bartender. We’re basically therapists.” You both laugh.
“What do I owe you for this session then?” He lets out a breathy snort and smirks. He places your discarded glass into the sink then turns to face you, arms crossed as he leans back against the opposite counter.
“I can think of a few things.” Your middle tightens, unsure if that comment was meant to sound flirtatious or not. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t attracted to him. The both of you stare deeply into each other’s eyes. Unspoken words being exchanged. Minho breaks contact first and leaves to step inside an office near the bar to grab something.
To distract yourself, you reach into your bag and grab your phone. No missed calls or texts from Chris. The time reads 11:55pm. Minho returns to clear off the booth tables.
“I didn’t realize how late it was.”
“You’re fine, we close at midnight anyways.” There is no one left in the bar.
“Is it just you here closing up?” You ask as he turns off the open sign. Minho walks over to the counter and sits in the bar stool next to yours.
“Just me.” A piece of hair from your loose, clipped bun falls in front of your face. Minho reaches over and tucks it behind your ear. You feel his fingertips lightly touch the shell of your ear and you shiver. He notices your reaction alighting a spark within him, but remains stone faced. As if tucking the hair behind a stranger’s ear wasn’t an intimate act. His fingers graze your shoulder as he returns his hand to his side. The room looks a little hazy, but you’re not completely drunk.
He rests his arm on the bar mirroring yours. His fingers landing millimeters from yours. Minho couldn’t help himself. He knew it was wrong. He was looking right at your wedding band, but he wanted you. Minho didn’t make it a habit of sleeping with the patrons here, but the moment you walked into the bar, dark hair mussed, round kissable lips in a permanent pout, he was a goner. He didn’t know you outside of what you had revealed. It didn’t matter because Minho knew if you let him in, he would fall for you. Taking his chance, he moves closer to you. His face now an inch from yours.
“Minho,” you whisper. You place a hand to his chest instinctively. He closes his eyes as the two of you exchange breaths. When he opens them he sees you haven’t moved away or pushed him away. He’s offering you an out and you want to take it. Minho closes the distance and places his warm lips against yours. Your eyes widen at the connection, but you can’t deny the spark that jolts down your body sending pleasure to your core. He places his hand on the side of your neck, resting his thumb on your jawline. You feel yourself melt into his touch and tilt your head to the side to let him in further. Minho takes the hint and opens his mouth pushing his tongue in to meet yours. Your tongue is cold and he can taste the jack and coke on it. He swipes the inside of your mouth collecting the flavors and moans. You wrap your arms around him and pull each other closer together. His other hand finds your waist and brings you between his legs.
Minho finally separates from your desperate kiss, still cradling your face. He looks into your eyes and knows what you want. He stands, taking your hand and guides you into the open office. He closes the door behind you and you're surrounded by darkness. You stand and wait for your eyes to adjust. You reach your arms out to search for him. Before reaching you, he hesitates momentarily. When you take another step near him he reciprocates. His hands travel up your arms lightly until they find your hair. He unclips it, letting your long locks fall. He burrows himself into your neck and inhales. The sensation tickling you. You smell of bananas and coconut. Delicious, he thinks. He nips at your skin and you finally let out the whimper you’d been holding back. Every cell in your body is aware of him. Each touch is an echo, reverberating intense pleasure throughout. You can’t remember the last time you were this aroused. You want to feel guilty, you know you should, but you don’t stop. Instead, you reach for Minho's tie to loosen it.
He places his lips on yours and continues to explore your mouth with his tongue. After discarding his tie you work quickly on his shirt buttons. Impatience taking over, he helps you and throws it off. You take your fingers and scratch down his pecs to his navel. He shivers under your fingertips and you smile into his kiss. Finally feeling his solid body your arousal starts to pool in your panties. You rub your thighs together. Minho reaches a hand down to provide relief. He tries to push the skirt of your pencil dress up, but it’s too fitted. You chuckle and turn around in his arms, his hands hovering.
“Take it off,” you command. He finds the zipper and undresses you. Cool air hits your body as the dress falls to the floor. Your nipples harden at the exposure. You turn back around and grab at Minho's belt. After removing the rest of his clothes with the exception of his briefs, you take hold of his arms and place him against the wall. You start to kiss down his neck, his chest. You swipe your tongue across one of his nipples and you can feel the goosebumps spread through his body. Traveling further down until you're on your knees, you graze your top lip on the edge of his briefs. His stomach tightens and he places a hand under your chin. Minho tilts your head up to face him. You can’t fully see him, but you can feel his serious gaze.
“Are you sure you want this? We can stop. I don’t want you to regret anything.” You press your check into his palm and nod.
“I want this. So badly.” He releases your chin and you reach for his briefs. You pull them down releasing his hardened cock. His shaft is soft and warm in your hand. Two thick veins run from his head to the base. You slowly stroke up and down before finally giving him a lick. He lets out a beautiful strangled moan and you feel the liquid courage hit you. You continue to lick and kiss up and down his cock for better lubrication for your grip. You blow a cold breath on his tip and he moans. Minho is putty in your hands and it frightens him how easily you affect him.
“Kitten, please, I can’t take the teasing,” he pleads. You're unsure where the nickname came from, but you don’t mind it. After tracing your lips with his tip you finally put him in your mouth.
“F-ffuck, baby.” Minho is worried he isn’t going to last long if you keep this up. You suck him in until he’s hitting the back of your throat and you gag. He brushes his fingers into your hair and takes a tight hold. You release him with a pop, momentarily.
“Fuck my mouth, Minho.” He doesn’t question you and pushes his cock all the way in again, immediately rutting into you. Each thrust makes you gag until you're crying on his cock.
“You’re so fucking hot, Kitten. Don’t stop. Don’t ever fucking stop,” he whines. You feel filthy, but it only turns you on. He makes you feel wanted, sexy. Minho knows he is getting close to coming so he pulls out. He brings you up and reaches around your body to unhook your bra. He grazes his thumb over your nipple teasingly then bends down to suck and bite. You hiss with pleasure.
“More, please!” You cry. Minho reaches down and slides his fingers into your panties. He feels how wet you are and releases another groan.
“Tell me how badly you need me to fuck you,” he says as he walks you to the desk. He resumes his ministrations and nudges your nose for a reply, but you’re too focused on how good his fingers feel against your clit. You begin to breathe heavily as your desire grows.
“Answer me.” His tone is deep and commanding.
“Yes, fuck me, please fuck me, Minho. I need you inside of me.” You grab him to bring him closer. He removes his hand and licks your wetness purring at the taste.
“When?”
“W-when what?” You stutter as you watch him suck his fingers clean.
“When did you know you wanted me?”
“The moment our eyes met,” you say without hesitation. His heart beats faster and he wonders if you can hear it.
“I knew the moment you walked in,” he says back. You pull him into a kiss while he removes your panties and his briefs. His hands roam your naked form and he can’t believe you're real. Minho is starting to salivate.
“Shit,” he whispers angrily.
“What is it?”
“Um, I don’t have a condom.” You take hold of his cock rubbing it against your folds. He closes his eyes and bites his lip.
“Fuck, kitten!”
“I don’t care. I just need you.” Minho grabs hold of your thighs just below your ass and lifts you up onto the desk to sit. As he guides his cock inside you, you tighten your legs around him pushing him further in.
“Ahh, baby, yes!” He shouts once he bottoms out. You feel a slight burn before it quickly turns to pleasure as he starts to slowly move. Minho connects his lips to yours as you swallow each other's moans.
“You feel so amazing, kitten. Like you were made for me.” You had forgotten how fun sex with a stranger could be.
“Faster,” you beg. “Harder!”
Minho reaches a hand down and pinches your clit as his pace quickens. He’s fucking you so deep you start shouting his name.
“Say it louder, baby.”
“Minho, ahh, M-Minho, yes!” Explicit sounds of skin slapping and wetness surround the two of you as you fall further into ecstasy. Minho makes the prettiest sounds as he grows closer to his own orgasm. It only turns you on further as your hands caress and knead every inch of him. Minho’s cock is repeatedly kissing your delicious spot perfectly sending shivers through your entire body. You wrap your arms around his shoulders tightly to be as close as possible to him. Your mouth rests at his ear. Your cries filling his brain. Reaching your high, your body convulses as you finish riding out your orgasm. Your lips suck and lick his ear lobe. Feeling your wetness surround him, Minho lets out a final grunt and comes inside you. The warmth of him reaching every corner within you. You can feel tears prick the back of your eyes. Not from sadness, but from the relief of your release. You know what your heart wants now. While you blink back the tears, Minho lets go of your legs and places you back on the ground, literally and figuratively. Your legs wobble a little so he holds you up until you're steady. He brings you into his arms, holding you and you're quite taken aback by the sweetness of his hug. You rub your hand through his hair and down his back. He places kisses all over your face and you giggle.
Minho doesn’t want to let you go, but he knows he has to. You feel him hesitate, but he finally releases his arms from around you, allowing you to get dressed. Once your bra and underwear are back on he searches for the light switch. It takes your eyes a moment to adjust to the brightness, but once they do you see Minho is completely naked. You stare at him in awe. He’s as beautiful as you imagined. Why on earth did he want you? You continue to watch him while he pulls his briefs on, followed by his pants. He leaves his belt unbuckled.
You turn your back to Minho once you slide your dress on.
“Can you help me?” you ask. Minho walks over to you and places a hand on your waist. His other hand takes hold of your zipper. He watches as your bare skin disappears with the rise of the zipper. He seals your dress with a soft kiss to your nape. You smile at the intimate gesture. You turn around and thank him. His eyes search yours expectantly, but he can only see sadness.
“I should go.”
“Okay,” he whispers. “Y/n?” Your name sounds foreign leaving his mouth.
“Yes?”
“Can I see you again?” Minho is pretty sure he knows what your answer will be, but he falsely hopes. You look down to think. “I know you're married. I know it’s complicated, but-” You place a finger against his lips, cutting him off. You shake your head.
“Minho, you don't need to inherit my mess.” His brow furrows while you can see him work out other options. You gently smooth out his forehead then cup his face. You place a peck on his lips. Minho melts into your kiss, deepening it as he knows it will be your last. You force yourself to pull away from Minho and walk out the office. He trails behind you as you grab your things. You turn to him to look into his beautiful brown eyes one more time.
“Thank you, Minho.” You blow him an air kiss and walk out the door.
Minho watches you leave. His heart is utterly shattered. He wants to shout. He wants to chase after you, but he knows he shouldn’t so he doesn’t. Instead he watches you disappear from his life as quickly as you entered it.
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Your key hovers before the door knob while you work up the courage to go inside. Taking a deep breath, you push the key in and unlock your front door. You find Chris sitting on the couch in darkness so you turn the living room lamp on, illuminating his face in warm light. His eyes look heavy and bloodshot, as if he’s been crying. He had been. Chris knows you're there, but he doesn’t want to face you. Not yet. You walk further into the living room, but keep your distance.
“Chris?” he doesn’t respond. “I’m so sorry.” That grabs his attention as he looks in your direction. He notices you look a little more disheveled than you were before you left him. You're looking at your feet knowing you need to come clean. The two of you broke a long time ago. You were never going to repair this and it was time to face it.
“I…I slept with someone.” Chris doesn’t even react. He just faces forward again. He doesn’t know if you mean just now or in the past. It doesn’t really matter.
“I was just hurting so much and for a few short minutes I didn't feel any pain for the first time in years.” His lack of reaction hurts. You know you don’t deserve to feel that way, but you do. He’s still not engaging so you continue. “I can’t go on like this. I can’t keep pretending.” You step in front of him so he can’t avoid you. He still won’t meet your eyes, but he finally speaks.
“What did I do wrong? When did it all go so wrong?” You seriously ponder his question and struggle to reach an answer, but you try.
“I’m not sure if there was a specific moment. It feels more like it’s been piling up gradually. We just don’t have the same goals anymore.” You let out a shaky breath. “And I realized too late what I wanted.”
“And it’s not me?” You’re unable to answer his question. You refuse.
“I am so sorry, Chris.” It’s all you can think to say.
“Deep down I knew we were broken. I’ve known for a long time,” he confesses. Tears threaten to escape you, but you look up hoping they’ll go away.
“I should have talked to you. After dad died…I should have asked for help, but I was too afraid. You threw yourself into work and I just felt like a burden.”
“I’m sorry I made you feel that way,” he says emotionlessly. His tone frightens you a little. You crouch down in front of him and look up. Chris looks into your eyes and finally sees you. Sees how tired you are. How sad. His hands rest on his knees. You place a hand on top of his and he closes his eyes at your touch. It felt foreign and familiar all at once. He wanted to grab hold of you and push you away. Sensing his internal struggle, you remove your hand and get up.
“I think I should go stay with my mom until we get things sorted.” He nods.
You head upstairs to pack an overnight bag. Chris leans forward and places his head in his hands. He wants to cry, but he wasn’t sure if there were any tears left. His ring captures his attention and twirls it between his fingers mindlessly. You come downstairs and stand before him to say goodbye. His body acts before his brain and he pulls you into him. You’re surprised as he slots you between his knees and places his head against your waist. He takes in a deep breath then exhales an unexpected sob. Turns out he still had a few tears to shed. Your own tears shortly follow falling down your face. Hands shaking, you brush through his dark curls one final time memorizing their softness. You love him. You always will, but what was left for either of you staying together? With the last of your strength, you remove yourself from his grasp and grab your bag. He can hear the sound of metal touching the side table next to him followed by the closing of your shared home’s front door. Chris looks over and sees your wedding band abandoned. He remains frozen for the rest of the night engulfed by the traces of your scent left behind.
A/N: Sorry for the lengthy one shot. Wrote this one kind of quickly so there may be some spelling errors. Also, major apologies to Chris. I just needed to pick someone and he seemed to fit for the husband role. This is a fictional version of Chris. No one is really breaking his heart irl (I hope!). Gonna go watch fluffy Chris videos now.
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Caged Alpha
Summary: The BMOL kidnapped Sam.
Pairing: Alpha!Sam Winchester x Omega!Reader
Warnings: angst, angry Sam, kidnapped Sam, mention of shot wounds, true mates, a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics
A/N: Inspired by Episode 1 of Season 12
“Again. Where is your brother?” Lady Bevell impatiently shifts on her seat. She watches the alpha she captured to not miss any microexpression. Your boss likes to think she’s in control. When the truth is, that the man she chained to a chair is the one in control.
“Bite me,” Sam retorts, and you bite your tongue to not chuckle. He glares at Lady Bevell and ignores your presence. He seems to believe you mean no harm, so he focuses on the enemy in front of him. “I won’t repeat myself. Let. Me. Go.”
“Why would we do such a thing, Samuel Winchester? You are a danger to the world,” she snaps at the tall hunter. “Y/N, take notes. I need you to send the report to the headquarter as soon as possible.”
“Lady Bevell,” you mumble, so the hunter doesn’t hear you. “Did you read my report? I did a lot of research and concluded, that the Winchesters and the American hunters could be a great addition. We should work with them, not kidnap them.”
“We didn’t send you here to tell us what to do. Your job was to do a background check and show us their weak spots.”
“What? I—but Mr. Davies said they want me to pave the way for effective cooperation. We wanted to work together, not bring them down.”
“One more word and you can join him,” she snaps at you. “Sit there, take notes, and shut your mouth.”
“Oh, I didn’t think you have it in you to curse,” Sam smirks darkly. His eyes drift toward you cowering in your seat.
“You will experience what I’m capable of soon enough. Now, where is your brother?” You dare not look at the alpha when he growls low in his throat. He dips his head and stares daggers into Lady Bevell’s face.
“Where are we?” Sam asks.
“Does it matter, Mr. Winchester? You won’t get out of here before you answered all of my questions. If you work with me, I’ll let you walk out of this door.”
“Not really. I only want to know how far I’m going to have to walk to reach the next town after I snapped your neck,” he casually says, as if it’s nothing to him to break out of the chains holding him to the chair.
You lift your gaze to watch Lady Bevell’s fingers tremble. She swallows thickly and you smirk as you see her scared for the first time since you met her.
“Maybe we should give him a break, ma’am,” you lean forward to whisper in her ear. “He doesn’t seem very cooperative at the moment. Let me give him some water.”
She gets up from the chair, ignoring you once again. “Stay here, and don’t talk to him. I’ll be back in half an hour. He won’t get water. This is not a wellness hotel.”
You watch her storm out of the room, holding your breath. The door slams shut, and you release a shuddery breath.
“Where am I?” Sam asks again, his eyes now focused on you. “I need to know.”
“She won’t let you go,” you whisper. “They came here to control the American hunters. I was sent to infiltrate your organization, only to realize there is no organization. You are all…” You dip your head to look at Sam. “Friends. You work together on free terms, and risk your lives for innocent people, even though you don’t get paid for it.”
You look at the hidden camera in the room. It doesn’t work. Lady Bevell must have stopped recording when she left the room. You smile and get up from your chair and grab your bottle of water.
“Who are you? Did you capture more of us? Did you kill one of them?”
Sam fights the chains holding him as you step closer to the chair.
You shush him. “You need to remain calm. I won’t harm you.” He sneers as you open the bottle to offer water to him. “It’s not poisoned. I drank from it too.”
He parts his lips and allows you to pour some of the water into his mouth.
“You’re a strong hunter. Your brother too. They don’t understand how you think, and act.” You cock your head, and batt your eyelashes. “I do. My father was a hunter too. He died in London when one of these fine gentlemen let him down.”
“He was a hunter?” Sam licks his lips. “What was his name?”
“Y/F/N,” you whisper in his ear. “He knew Bobby Singer. Uncle Bobby taught me how to pick a lock.” You go down on your knees, fingertips sliding over Sam’s long legs. “I’ll try to remember what he taught me.”
Sam watches you get a bobby pin out of your pocket. He laughs as you start picking the lock of the cuffs around his ankles.
“Done,” you crawl toward the back of the chair to open the handcuffs holding his wrists. “Just one moment. Come on. Open…please.”
You whine when you hear Lady Bevell get closer. “She’s coming. You need to hurry, omega.”
Purring low in your throat at the mention of your presentation you work faster.
“Done.” You scramble to your feet to help Sam get up. “I put some painkillers into the water. I knew you’d be in pain. You need to let someone check on your shot wound.”
Sam furrows his brows when you run toward the door to use the key you stole from one of the guards, you push it into the lock, but it won’t budge. “No…no…”
“Wrong key?”
“I…can’t twist it. I think they locked it from the other side and left the key in the lock,” you sigh. “What now?”
While you search the shelves in the room for any kind of weapon, Sam watches you with darkened eyes. He feels a pull toward you he cannot explain.
“Do you know another way out of here?” Sam asks. “Omega?” You whip your head toward the alpha when he suddenly stands behind you to place his large hand on your shoulder.
You shudder. “The window maybe? I can distract them, and you can slip through the window and run.” Pointing at the small window you frown. “I think you’re too tall.”
“That’s the first time an omega complains that I’m too big,” he purrs in your ear. He grabs a hammer on one of the shelves. “Usually, they love that I’m big.”
“Oh, a hammer,” you nod eagerly. “What now? Do you want me to distract them now?” You glance up at the alpha.
“I won’t leave without you,” he says, not leaving room for arguing. Sam won’t leave you behind. He knows, if he does so, they will kill you. “You’ll come with me.”
“I need to—” You hold your breath when you hear a commotion outside the room. “No, we took too long.”
“SAMMY!” You hear someone call for Sam. “SAMMY!”
“Dean!” Sam replies. “In here.”
“Got it.” The door flings open, and you shriek when you look into the barrel of a shotgun. “Sammy, you okay?”
“I’ll live,” Sam answers. He points at his leg. “We should get out of here.”
“Uh-did you have time to find a girl?” Dean looks you up and down. “Sammy, did you let them kidnap you to find an omega?”
“She freed me,” Sam grunts. “We can’t leave her here. If they find out she tried to help me escape, they’ll kill her.”
“Here,” you shyly glance at Dean when you hand Sam the key to the bunker you stole from Lady Bevell. “You need to change a few security settings.”
“Who are they? Why did they kidnap my brother? Who are you?” Dean angrily grunts.
“Dean,” Sam stops his brother from scaring you even more. “She saved me. Whoever they are, we will decide what to do about them tomorrow.”
“The British Men of Letters,” you whisper. “But you should know who they are. You are the legacy of the American Men of Letters.”
“What?” Dean cocks his head. “There are more?” He questions. “Sonofabitch! If they know we are the legacy of the men of letters, why did they shoot my brother and kidnap him?”
“They ignored my report. I told them that the American hunters are a little…” you drop your gaze. “You know, unconventional. But you are strong-willed and save people all the time. You saved the world not days ago.” You sigh deeply. “They didn’t listen.”
“You are one of them?” Dean squares his jaw.
“She saved me,” Sam slowly gets up from his chair to wrap one arm around your shoulders. “I trust her.”
Sam’s closeness makes you feel warm. You lean in his touch and whine low in your throat.
“I can see why,” Dean grumbles. “I do not trust her…yet.” The elder brother points his index finger at you. “You better not mess with me and my brother.”
“Dean,” Sam warns. “We should check on the security and get some sleep. Tomorrow is still time to find out more about them.”
Dean nods. He still doesn’t like that you will stick around but will give you the chance to prove him wrong. For his brother’s sake.
“How about I give you a tour? You can tell me more about you and help me with the security.” Sam drops his arm from your shoulders to grab your hand.
“You let her escape with them?” Ketch growls. “What has gotten into you?”
“Maybe she will be useful after all,” Lady Bevell chuckles. “Did you ever hear about the Trojan horse?”
“What?”
“What’s better than a Troja horse not knowing she will be their downfall…”
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Bite Me...
*Note* Hey everyone, sorry for the lack of posts lately, i've been really sick and feeling crap but started to write this on Halloween night and only finished it now. Also, Green with Envy pt. 2 is almost finished so bare with me. Anyway, enjoy your weekend beautiful people <3
Warnings: Smut at the end because we all love smutty Steve.
Pairings: Steve Harrington fem!reader
Disclaimer: I do not take any credit for gifs used.
The sound of children’s laughter and excitement echoed loudly through your usually quiet neighbourhood as Halloween night was finally upon the town of Hawkins, Indiana. You smiled, looking out your bedroom window to see an army of kids hyped up on sugar, running all over the leaf filled streets with their flashlights, knocking on doors, dressed up as monsters and superheroes trying to get as much loot as they could before darkness completely covered the skies and their parents ordered them to call it a night.
Halloween had been your personal favourite holiday ever since you were a little girl, running around trick or treating with your friends, collecting as much candy as you could in your costume of choice for that year, secretly watching horror movies with your older brothers’ to end the evening while your parents were out at some gathering. Now that you were older however, trick or treating had been traded for drinking and partying but the dressing up tradition had always remained firmly intact for you and your friends.
Music blared from the radio on your bedside locker as you added the finishing touches to the vampire outfit you were wearing to Steve Harrington’s Halloween bash at his parents house. Two fake puncture wounds on the side of your neck, eye make up dark and glittery as your mouth featured a pair of plastic fangs. Your usual straight hair now full of long loose curls, black tights matching the colour of your short skirt. Cleavage much fuller than normal as the purple corset top hugged your chest tightly making your boobs spill over the edge ever so slightly. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t intended on looking a tiny bit slutty tonight, thankful your parents had already long gone to their own Halloween activities to notice what you were wearing.
The beep outside signalled to you that Jonathan had arrived and was waiting patiently outside. The second and continuous beep, signalled to you that he had already picked up Eddie Munson who was not being so patient and wanted you out of the house immediately. You rolled your eyes at your friend’s immaturity, bending down to the mirror on your dressing table, applying the dark shade of lipstick before grabbing your purse and heading out the front door.
“Come on sweetheart, we should be drunk al—SWEET JESUS” Eddie cried, hanging out the car window, stunned as you walked towards your friends, finally getting in to the back seat beside the long haired boy.
“You look amazing!” Nancy squealed excitedly. “You guys do too, you’re really pulling off the blonde wig Nance!” You complimented as Nancy smiled sweetly. She had her and Jonathan’s costumes picked out since the middle of summer, deciding to go as Sandy and Danny from Grease as it was her favourite movie. Jonathan easily agreeing to it once she was happy.
“I know I’m not supposed to say things like this to one of my best friend’s but fuck you look smokin’ hot.” Eddie drooled, eyes glued to your cleavage. He was dressed as some up and coming musician called Slash and swore that this guy was going to be the next up and coming rockstar.
“Eddie can you not be a perv for five minutes?” Nancy pleaded.
“Eyes up here at all times Munson.” You ordered, pointing to your face as he shook his head to focus. “Yes, ma’am.” He joked as you shouldered him playfully.
“Wonder what Harrington is going as this year.” Jonathan quizzed as everyone else shrugged. You knew Steve was dressing as Joel Goodsen from Risky Business, he had showed you the costume two days ago while you lay naked in his bed after another round of mind blowing sex. But that was a secret you had both been keeping from your friends for the last couple of months, because tonight while pretending to be a bloodsucking creature of the night, you also had to pretend that you weren’t in a relationship with one, Steve Harrington.
You weren’t exactly sure when your feelings for Steve had changed from platonic to romantic, maybe those feelings had always been there deep down but you knew something had definitely shifted between you after getting trapped in that Russian elevator back at the Starcourt mall. The way he intertwined his fingers with yours as you sat on the cold floor trying to come up with a plan to get out of there, the way you rested yourself on his shoulder while his hand sat on your thigh, the fact that you had almost kissed while the others were sleeping until Dustin let one rip and pulled you back to reality again, both of you bursting in to quiet fits of laughter. You could see how much Steve had matured by the way he protected you from the Russian guards when they held you captive while Robin, Dustin and Erica had escaped to get help. It was he who took the beatings when they looked for information that neither of you could give, drugging you both in the hopes that someone would let something slip. The only thing Steve let slip in his drugged up state though, was his regret of not getting to kiss you back in the elevator, a regret you silently agreed with.
Neither of you brought it up again after the drugs had worn off and the mind flayer had been defeated. You decided to take Max under your wing after losing her brother and Steve was busy job hunting with Robin after the mall had all but burned to the ground. When you did find yourselves together however, either alone or with the others, you were certain there was a spark between you that neither had noticed before. Things stayed that way for several months, you and Steve being drawn to each other, finding reasons to touch or be near the other, it was something unspoken between you but you both knew it was there. Then, like clockwork, strange things started to occur in Hawkins once more with Chrissy Cunningham mysteriously dying, followed by Fred Benson days later. It didn’t take the group long to figure out another battle was on the horizon.
The battle with Vecna felt darker and more personal than it ever had before. The creature playing on people’s fears and weaknesses, taking pleasure in causing so much terror and pain and for the first time, you weren’t sure it was a fight that you and the others could win. You were fearful for the younger teens safety, hating that they were once again in danger but you all promised to see it through to the end one way or the other.
The night before the final fight, you found yourself at Steve’s house, both realising that if you were going to die, you wanted to spend your last night in the presence of the other. It had become a common theme, finding comfort in each other’s company every time your little town was on the brink of total destruction. Sharing a bottle of whiskey from his parents drinks cabinet, sitting on his living room floor, backs against the couch, listening to music as you talked about all the things you hadn’t gotten to do in life up to that moment. You weren’t sure how it happened or who had initiated it but suddenly your lips were on Steve’s, hands lost in hair, clothes torn off and desperate words being whispered in to each other’s ears. Something that had started out fast and frenzied became slow and passionate, as realisation set in that it might have been your first and last night together. Feelings that had been hidden away for the better part of a year, now out in the open, bodies aching to feel anything other than fear and the next morning you woke in Steve’s bed, laying across his chest as he held you close.
It had been the best night of your life.
Now months later, Vecna was dead and you and Steve were finally a proper couple, although no one else knew that yet. The two of you had been enjoying your time together in secret, getting to know one another better before telling everyone else about your relationship. You knew they’d all be ecstatic, especially Dustin and Max but neither of you were ready to answer any questions yet. So instead, you snuck around like naughty teenagers, trying to steal moments with each other whenever possible and you had to admit, it was pretty fun.
You knew Steve would both love and hate your Halloween costume. He had begged you to tell him what you were going as, pleading with you not to look too revealing as he’d spend all night trying to hide an awkward hard on, knowing he couldn’t touch you without blowing your cover. He should never have told you that because you had made it your job to find the most scandalous clothing possible, wanting to make him suffer.
Jonathan pulled up, parking on the side of the street as you all emptied out of the car. “m’lady” Eddie bowed, offering his hand to help you out, you gladly accepting. “Who said chivalry was dead?” You teased as he winked at you, walking towards the door. Nancy’s soft knock was met by a sneer from Eddie. “Nance, just walk in. No one’s gonna hear your knock with the music that loud.” Jonathan muttered.
“No, Jonathan it’s rude to just walk in to someone’s house!” She argued.
“It’s Steve, I don’t think he’ll be offended.” You laughed. “You’re all wasting valuable drinking time!”. Eddie groaned, finally shuffling by everyone to open the door. The house was already packed with people as you made your way in to find your boyfriend and Robin. Your best friend had also been roped in to help Steve for the better part of two days, cleaning, decorating and shopping for drinks and food for the party, both of you taking over the duties when Steve went to work at the video store. Eventually, you found them both in the kitchen, talking to a bunch of people over a couple of drinks and you couldn’t help but bite your lip seeing Steve in his sunglasses, something about it just made you weak, thoughts immediately turning dirty in your mind.
“You’re here!” Robin gasped, noticing you first as Steve’s attention was pulled from his current conversation to look at you, jaw almost hitting the floor when he saw you. You tried your best to keep your focus on Robin but you couldn’t help notice the lust in his eyes as you mentally undressed each other.
“I know, sorry we’re a bit late, we had to stop at the store for cigarettes for Eddie and then Jonathan forgot his jacket and—”
“I wanna say I’m hearing you but I’m way too distracted by your boobs.” Robin teased as you let out a laugh. “Robin!” You cried, blushing slightly at your friend who was dressed as Carrie, and weirdly pulling it off.
“I’m sorry! It’s just I’ve never seen them so on show before, I don’t know why you don’t show them more often, you have very nice boobies and I’m going to stop talking before Vickie gets here and I get in to trouble.”
“Buckley, stop perving on your best friend.” Steve joked as Robin shoved him playfully. “I’m just complimenting her boobies dingus, girls are allowed to do that sort of thing.” Robin defended.
“Well maybe you should go compliment your girlfriend’s boobies instead because she just walked in the front door.” Steve said encouraging Robin towards the hallway. “Oh, look how cute she looks! I’ll be back in a second.” Robin squealed, running to greet her girlfriend, leaving you and Steve alone as he handed you a red cup full of beer.
“So can I compliment your boobies too or is that weird?” He whispered in a teasing voice. “I’d be highly offended if you didn’t, Harrington.” You flirted back, taking a sip of your drink as he took in the view before him, removing his glasses, placing the temple in his mouth to inspect you further. “Jesus Christ, you’re too fucking hot in that outfit.” He groaned, practically drooling all over the place.
“You’re looking pretty hot yourself, Stevie.” You grinned as he stopped himself from moving closer.
“How am I gonna last the night with you looking like that huh?” He whispered desperately in your ear before the others joined you back in the kitchen.
“What are you guys talking about?” Eddie asked suspiciously as you and Steve both looked at each other…”Boobies.” You said in unison as Eddie laughed excitedly.
“My kind of conversation.”
An hour or so had past and you were back in the kitchen after having danced with Nancy, Robin and Vickie, sitting on the counter top with another drink in hand.
“I think Steve’s seeing someone.” Robin stated, stuffing her face with nachos as you tried not to spit your beer all over the floor.
“What makes you say that?” You asked nervously, looking over at Steve who was sat on the couch in deep conversation with Jonathan and Eddie.
“Well, besides the huge hickey he had on his neck in work last week, he’s not flirting with the customers which is totally unlike him and he hasn’t been on a date in like months. Haven’t you noticed?” Robin asked.
“I guess I haven’t.” You shrugged, avoiding eye contact with her.
“Has he said anything to you?” She questioned as you shifted uncomfortably.
“No, why would he? You’re his best friend, you see him more than I do and I’m sure if he was seeing someone, he’d tell you first.” You assured, feeling slightly guilty for lying to her.
“I don’t know, I mean, I’d really love to meet her if she does exist because he’s been really happy lately, happier than I’ve ever seen him.” Robin revealed smiling at you as you smiled back, heart fluttering at her words about Steve. You weren’t quite sure if she was trying to hint at something but you were thankful when Vickie interrupted the conversation, dragging her girlfriend back to the dance floor again.
A couple of hours past and the party was still in full swing, drinks were flowing, music playing, people dancing and making out. You had just beaten Eddie in beer pong, the two of you deciding to take a couple of shots afterwards for good measure but now you were starting to feel a little light headed, deciding to sneak outside to Steve's back yard for some air.
"Boo." Your boyfriend whispered huskily, wrapping his strong arms around you, nuzzling in to your neck.
"Steve, someone could walk out here at any second!" You giggled, turning to face him.
"What kind of boyfriend would I be if I left you out here all alone huh? Lot's of creepy people out tonight just looking to take advantage of an innocent girl." He teased, as you let his hands roam your body, your arms sliding around his neck. "Is that so?"
"Mmhmm." He nodded, grinning at you.
"Oh Stevie, I think you're underestimating your girlfriend." You flirted, walking slowly to the side of Steve's house, curling your finger, signalling for him to follow you.
"And why is that princess?" He asked licking his lips, catching up to you as you grinned cheekily at him, lifting your skirt ever so slightly to slowly pull your black lace thong down around your ankles before removing them completely, throwing them at your boyfriend.
"Because I'm not very innocent at all."
"Holy shit...." He swallowed, putting a hand through his hair, unable to get any words out of his mouth.
"Steve Harrington lost for words...that's gotta be a first." You smirked, biting your lip as he stared lustfully at you.
Steve had never seen you like this before, usually it was he who would take control, initiate the flirting or the foreplay but here you stood, so bold, so brazen, full of confidence, absolutely radiating sex and fuck, it was turning him on.
"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me right now?" He groaned, closing the space between you, backing you in to the wall. Steve took your hand, placing it on his already hardened cock, priding yourself on your ability to arouse him that quick. "You see what you do to me huh? The way your fuckin' dressed, fuck i've been staring at you all night, just want to ruin you." He whispered.
"I want that too." You moaned, feeling his hand slide between your legs, sliding a finger achingly slow through your folds, letting out a pathetic whine. "So fuckin' wet, always ready for me. Think I could fuck you out here without anyone seeing, baby?" He questioned in your ear, making you shiver excitedly at the thoughts of him fucking you in his backyard. Deep down you knew it was a bad idea but it was hard to care when Steve was whispering dirty things in your ear, promising to make you come over and over again.
"Steve.." You whimpered as his lips met yours, tongue darting in to your mouth. "Wanna know a secret? I've got a thing for vampires and you're the hottest one I've ever seen." He confessed, a darkness in his eyes as the lust began to take over.
"Want me to bite you Stevie?" You teased, nipping lightly at him, leaving wet kisses down his collarbone.
"Oh shit, want you to bite me baby, fucking do it." He pleaded as you sunk your teeth in to his neck. Steve hissing in pleasure as you began to suck on the skin, leaving an instant bruise.
“Oh, oh fuck you’re so hot right now.” He cried, grabbing your hair, holding you in place as you continued to suck and lick his neck.
“Taste good, baby?” He asked as you nodded, proud of the love bite you had left on him.
“Wanna suck on something else now….” You admitted, playing with his belt buckle as he shook his head in disbelief.
“Christ, you’re really trying to kill me.” He stated, throwing his head back as you began to unzip his pants.
“Harrington, where the fuck are you?” Eddie yelled from the house as you quickly pulled apart, knowing it was only a matter of time before your friend checked the yard.
“Shit.” Steve muttered, trying to fix himself before returning to the party, hiding his hickey with the collar of his shirt. “Typical Munson.” He sighed as you fixed your hair and outfit, trying to grab your panties back from your boyfriend.
“Not so fast sweetheart, I’m not finished with you yet, not by a long shot.” He grinned, dangling your lace thong in front of you.
“Steve!” You blushed, trying to grab your underwear again as he stuffed them in to his pants pocket. “I’m gonna keep these for now because what I have planned for you later, doesn’t involve panties.” He smirked as you huffed, folding your arms. Steve slyly smacking your ass as you both walked back in to the house, instantly being greeted by Eddie, wearing a shit eating grin on his face, realising exactly what you two had been up to.
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can I request a modern time zhongli x reader age gap trope where in the reader is 22 and zhongli is 31, it's like a CEO x secretary scenerio almost like a sugar daddy kind of relationship but a wholesome one, it could be suggestive but not smut
Rainy Day Curry
A/N: This is a long one, and you can tell where I got hungry and very invested and lonely, I also struggled with the sugar daddy part but I did add a little bit to introduce the dynamic because I don't work with it a lot but I hope this answers your ask Iand that this fills you with warmth reading it the way it did writing it.
Modern! CEO Zhongli x Modern Assistant F! Reader
(Facial features, body shape, and skin color are not mentioned and any readers who may align with her/her or she/they are welcome to this work of Fanfiction)
Warnings: Rain a lot of rain, OOC Zhongli (For like two seconds), Cats, Cheesy movies (The Princess Bride), spoilers (The Princess Bride), falling in love, Tumblr being toxic and gaslighting me about character limits, Good food that will make you hungry, Pure fluff, Sharing a bed.
Song recs: (It's been a) Long Long Time by Kitty Kallen, Come Away With Me by Norah Jones, Sunrise by Norah Jones, La Foule by Edith Piaf, Bygone Days by Joe Hisaishi, The Time Of Cherries by Tokiko Kato
What kind of chocolate would Zhongli be? Dark chocolate with caramel filling and sea salt on top of course.
Cold fall rain pours on the tall buildings. Cars driving down the wet streets, you type out a document on your monitor the light illuminating the barely lit room, only a few lamps that cast a warm orange glow across the room keeping the atmosphere from being uncanny, you sip hot tea from the mug its calming aroma wafting through your senses providing warmth through your bones. Your boss works on the other side of a big burnt umber door with gold embellishments. He is currently meeting with Ningguang CEO of Jade Chamber Bank or JCB for short, you put the mug down and stretch your arms above your head looking over at the time 2:57 PM, eighteen minutes until the meeting is over then you can go home.
You sigh and finish your tea, standing from your chair letting your legs stretch and wake up for a moment, then walking towards the kitchen to wash your cup placing it on the drying rack. You hear Zhongli’s voice as he opens the door for Ningguang “When should we meet again for the finalizing?” She inquires “I would discuss that with my secretary she knows when I have a free day.” He hums peeking his head out the door to see if you’re there “Very well then, It was pleasant seeing you again Mr. Zhongli” You walk back into the room as Ningguang goes to leave “It was nice meeting you Ma’am have a good afternoon” you say nodding your head towards her, she sends you a smile “Nice meeting you as well secretary” she waves her hand back at you her gold heels clicking on the marble floors towards the door and walking into the hallway. You smile at the woman her confidence radiating wherever she goes, you go to head back to your desk but Zhongli’s silky voice stops you “Can you come in here for a moment?” “Yes sir” You Respond walking towards his office he holds the door open for you, and you walk over only for you to plop down in one of the comfy seats in front of his desk. He sits in his office chair his amber eyes focusing on you as he laces his fingers together and his elbows on his desk “I have a proposal for you” he hums “Oh? And that is?” You ask genuinely curious. “I need a companion of sorts” he looks away from you ‘Is he embarrassed?’ you wonder “What kind of companion?” tilting your head to the side and slightly raising a brow he takes in a deep breath “I need you to be my girlfriend” he admits his eyes meeting yours, you feel your face heat “Mr. Zhongli t-that's widely unprofessional” you look down at your palms “Wait before you assume” he puts a hand up “I simply need you to help me out for a few weeks, I need to stop relieve some stress” his voice remains steady “It’ll come with pay” his eyes making you nervous as you look at him “Can I have time to mull it over?” you ask looking at the clock on the wall 3:15 PM “Yes, please give me your answer as soon as possible so I can have time to prepare” he sighs. You agree and quickly slip out of his office pressing against the cold wood of the door.
You sit back down at your desk, the rain pattering the only thing making noise. You try to get as much work done as possible but your mind is swimming, but you come up with your answer. You stand up and walk to his office door knocking on the wood “Come in” his smooth voice resonates, you step in and your ears perk up at the soft jazz he plays from his small speaker “I have made my decision.” “Oh?” He looks up his eyes gaze curiously at you “I have agreed.”
He grabs your hand his wide gloved palm and slender fingers warming your cold hand, he shifts the umbrella so it covers you more “Mr- I mean dear there is no reason to do that” his shoulder getting the blunt of water “It is quite fine love” His warm eyes stare at you “I- we can just go to my apartment it’s only two blocks away” You invite as Zhongli tightens his hold “Fine if you think that is best” you were originally going to dinner for publicity but it began pouring and you refuse to get sick any less Zhongli. You bring him to your apartment building, close the red umbrella, and walk into the elevator clicking your floor. The tan walls and black rails give Zhongli nostalgia like staying in a nice hotel out in Fontaine, he watches as you dig into your purse for your keys pulling them out of some hidden pocket “I wish they would just give us some damn pockets on our pants” he hears you groan making him chuckle under his breath, you send a playful glare his way zipping your purse back up. You stand in silence as the elevator finally approaches your floor opening the doors, “Ladies first” he hums placing his hand on your lower back noticing the reddening of your cheeks.
You stride into the hallway and find your door unlocking the door, and stepping in. Zhongli closes the door behind him taking off his shoes and placing his wallet and keys in the basket where you put yours “I’ll go find you a sweater, feel free to make yourself at home” you call as you walk further into your apartment, He looks around at the pictures hung on the wall, the nice but cluttered kitchen, the small dining table pushed up against the big window next to the balcony door, the living room with a few plants in the windows. You come back holding a black and beige sweater and a pair of black pants, you also now wear a fluffy hoodie with white pet hair on it and a pair of shorts also covered in pet hair “Here this should fit you, oh let me hang that up to dry for you” You trade off the clothes and you disappear into your bathroom hanging it up in the closet where you dried your clothes and kept your towels “Alright bathroom is yours” you hum walking into the living room “Thank you” Zhongli walks past you as you pick up the clutter from the coffee table, he closes the door and undoes his tie and his undershirt hanging it up on a hanger next to his coat as well, he unfolds the sweater and pulls it on doing the same with the pants. He takes off his gloves and his hair tie and puts it in his coat pocket combing through his hair, he hears you turn off the weather channel to see when it’ll stop. He walks out “How is the weather looking?” he asks stepping up beside you and noticing a small white cat on your lap “It won’t stop raining until later tonight, I can drive you home if you’d like” you offer looking up at him, blushing slightly as you admire his long hair now free from that tight ponytail “Do you want me to go home?” he questions “No of course not, it’s just well, I- to be honest I hate being alone on rainy nights” you pet your cat as she purrs louder, Zhongli tilts your chin to look at him “Then I’ll stay” you nod “Well I don’t have much in my fridge, and we haven’t eaten yet. How about we order something?” You offer, and pick up your phone much to your cat's dislike “Sure, since our plans have been foiled, what do you suggest?” He hums “Pfft, you make this sound like we are plotting villains or something” You chuckle “But I do know this good Sumeru curry place that does take out” You pat the seat next to you for him to come sit. He smiles and does so, your cat surprising him by stretching and finding a place in his lap “What’s her name?” he asks scratching under her chin “Lettie it’s a character from Howl’s Moving Castle” you sigh stroking her long soft fur, he feels you lean against his arm “Here are the options you can get” Zhongli feels a warmth spread through his chest at the simple act he watches as you scroll through the menu recommending your favorites “How about this one?” He points to one that looks very good “I was thinking of that one too” you hum leaning your head on his shoulder, you call the restaurant and place your order with some butter and garlic naan on the side.
You grab the remote “What should we watch?” you inquire “You pick, dear” he looks at your expression watching as your face pinkens at the nickname “Are you all right with Princess Bride?” Zhongli surprises himself as he lets out a laugh “I never thought you’d be into that kind of movie” he exhales in contentment Lettie’s tail moving in disruption you chuckle with him “I am gonna go grab a blanket I’ll be back” you stand up and go into your bedroom coming back with a fluffy weighted blanket you turn down the lights and turn on a lamp that casts a comfy orange light setting a warm and romantic atmosphere, Zhongli lifts the cat so you can slip some of the blanket on his lap you switch on the movie.
There's a knock on the door “Let me get it” Zhongli whispers “Okay, let me pause the movie” You sit up from his chest and grab the remote pushing pause. Zhongli slips off of the couch and to the door grabbing his wallet and handing the man a ten-dollar tip “Thanks man, stay warm” the guy says “You as well” Zhongli hums closing the door, bag of food in his hands he walks into the kitchen and sees your already there with two bowls, a plate, and silverware all waiting “Would you like some water or anything?” you question grabbing two mugss from a cupboard “Do you have tea?” “Mhmm, I have Green, Jasmine, or Earl Grey” You look through your lazy susan “Green, please” You put the bag on the counter, filling up your kettle with water and putting it on its stand so it can heat. Zhongli washes his hands the aroma of lemon and mint resting on his hands, he walks over and puts the curry into the bowls and the naan and rice on the plate, he hears the kettle beep, and as you start steeping the tea. He looks back over his shoulder letting the gentleness of it all fill his heart with warmth, he walks over to you “Can I hold you?” he whispers into your ear “If you want to” he quickly wraps his arms around you and nuzzles his face into your neck your hair ticking his ears “Are you alright?” you inquire “I realized it’s been so long since I’ve held someone like this” even if it was for pretend he can pretend with you. His hot breath warms the cold spot on your neck your heart swells at the sweetness of the moment, like sitting by the heater on a snowy day reading with hot chocolate and cookies. You lean into him “I could get used to this” you mumble focusing on the tea, you hear your cat run down the hallway the little jingling bell on her collar announcing when she is nearby, and her little “Mrow?” and trills when she can’t find you or feels left out. You snort as she runs into the kitchen weaving between both of your kegs “Is it dinner time Lettie?” you tease your wide smile making your speech slur a little, Zhongli presses a kiss behind your ear unwrapping himself from you “Thanks I needed that” he clears his throat “Any time” you hum “Do you want me to feed her?” he asks picking up her food bowl “If you would that would be great, it’s in the fridge second shelf purple can.”
You both sit back down on the couch and resume your movie, shoveling the hot food in your mouths scratching that persistent itch as the curry fulfills your cravings.
In the end, Westly gets Buttercup, Inigo, and Fezzik are close friends, everyone lives happily, and the boy has a wonderful memory with his grandpa.
"Let's head to bed" you yawn "Where am I sleeping?" he yawns himself "Don't be silly, there's enough room in my bed for the both of us." "That woul-" he tries to interject "It's my job" He sighs but smiles and follows you.
And now two people and a cat cuddling under soft blankets as cold fall rain patters against the glass.
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chapter two.
Coriolanus stared at the back of her head. Was he angry? Intrigued? Upset? All the above? He didn’t know. All he knew was there were two ways to go about it, to have her under his arms, or have her go under. Coriolanus wasn’t insecure about his intelligence up until her arrival. How was it possible she was able to be smarter than both him and his father? It was an insult to the Snow family name for her to be in the same room as him.
He hated her already. He didn’t care that she was painfully gorgeous, or that she seemed sweeter than fruit, easy going or any of the above. If she was at the academy, his entire plan and legacy is threatened. No doubt on earth she would get the Plinth’s prize, absolutely no doubt. Coriolanus needed that money more than life itself. He refused to let a scummy district girl who bought her way into the Capitol take it from him either.
His irritated thoughts were cut short by the sound of the bell, concluding the class. Coriolanus remained seated, eyes pinned to the back of the girl's head while she packed her book and pencils away hurriedly. The bodies of his classmates rushing towards the exit, he continued to glare, seething in his seat, wondering what he could do to get her under control in some way. The girl seemed to have finally have her stuff arranged, tugged at her skirt, and leaving her seat. Coriolanus, now standing, was still glaring at her; she now noticed. What’s this guy’s problem?she wondered to herself as she continued up the stairs.
“You alright there, blondie?” she asked, stopping at the start of Coriolanus’s row. They stood across from each other in silence for a moment.
Coriolanus, taken aback, admitted to himself she was even prettier up-close, “I’m fine, did I scare you?”
“No, you didn’t. Just try not to stare at me like I stole something from you, and if you are gonna stare– say hi… or something?” she smiled, turning her foot to walk away.
“What’s your name?” Coriolanus blurted out, his own way of getting her to stay.
“What’s yours?”
“Coriolanus Snow,” he said proudly.
“Ah, so it was you at the top of the academic list– right after me, at-least.”
Coriolanus’s forced smile dropped, instantly angered by the snarky statement at the end, “I guess I’ll just have to learn from you, ma’am.”
“Ma’am? I don’t even look old.”
“Debatable.” Coriolanus snapped back, earning a gasp from her.
“Do you have a problem, Snow?” she asked, the anger in her tone was apparent. She took steps closer towards him, refusing to break eye contact. She raised her head to look Coriolanus in the eye: her nerve impressing him.
“Not necessarily, doll, just stay out of my way. I don’t really like beggars or district scum; it doesn't matter how pretty or smart they look, or even how rich they appear to be.”
“I don’t necessarily like stuck-up schoolboys with bad bleach jobs but here I am,” she laughed.
She placed her hand on his arm, sliding it down at an excruciatingly slow pace. “Your anger is reasonable, Coriolanus, but I simply refuse to apologise for being better than you. Second place sucks but are you seriously gonna punish me because you aren’t smart enough?”
“Second place isn’t in my vocabulary, beautiful; I would say whatever floats your boat but I’m not sure if you district people have ever seen water…” he snickered, looking down at the girl.
She let out a short laugh and rolled her eyes, “Funny one, idiot. You can make fun of me for being from the districts, but you will always be second place to me, a district girl. Hey, at least it’s proof that people in the Capitol can’t buy everything they need– like in your case, braincells.”
“You can charm your way up the top with your pretty eyes, but you will never be Capitol. Never.”
“That shit doesn’t bother me, why would I wanna be grouped with you? Fucking dingus.”
Coriolanus, fuming, watched his new enemy storm off.
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Coriolanus spent the remainder of his lunch scolding himself for arguing with her. How could he let his jealousy take over like that, and insult her? A part of him was satisfised, yet he felt like a phony. He called her district scum while he didn’t have a penny to his name, it was ironic. He didn’t have a clue on earth was he going to repair the relationship between them, or if he necessarily wanted to. He wondered briefly if it was best that they stayed enemies and ruthlessly competed for the Plinth Prize.
He walked to his final class, Literature, continuing to ponder about the girl. He slid through the door with his head down.
“Coriolanus Snow, better late than never.” Professor remarked, Coriolanus shot his head up towards him.
“Sorry, I was just putting stuff– “
“It’s alright, Snow. Take a seat.”
Coriolanus breathed a sigh of relief and looked for a seat, his eyes grazing over the girl he’d been losing his mind over for the past hour. She was glaring at him from the front, she rolled her eyes and turned to face the front again. She sat beside two girls Coriolanus could not name, and in front of Sejanus, who was staring at her as well. What’s that dumb-ass staring at? Coriolanus thought.
The Professor cleared his throat, “As you all know your grades in this class are vital to pass your final year. The assignment for this semester is slightly different from others we’ve done in the past. I’ll assign you a partner, your jobs are to find a novel that’s been adapted into a movie. You are both going to analyse and submit a document detailing what the difference are between both works, and how it positions the audience to feel and think.”
Coriolanus sighed eternally. Partnered work? Sounds like hell, he thought to himself. He hadn’t watched many movies due to the lack of money to rent or buy any. He’d seen a few as a child but could not remember the last movie he’d watched, before his parents’ demises, at-least.
“I’ve already organised your pairs, please come forth when you hear your name,” the professor requested, taking a seat on his desk, “Coriolanus Snow?”
First, as always. Coriolanus shot up from his chair and made his towards the professor, everyone erupted into pointless conversation.
“Yes, Professor?”
“I’ve paired you with the recent transfer, you are the closest to her in academic terms– “
“Sorry? Sir, that is a reason to not pair me with her,” Coriolanus protested. His plan was to aim for a grade higher than the girl, not have the same grade as her.
“Snow, I don’t like your tone, neither do I like your back chat. I like you, don’t bug me. Grab your task sheet, collect the girl, and find space in the library and begin your planning. Thank you.” the professor hissed, not raising his eyes off the papers in front of him.
Coriolanus stood there, stunned. He was going to be stuck with the district girl for weeks completing this assignment. Was this the worst situation? No. He had her to herself, there was still a chance to get on her good side. The idea of being paired with her shifted in his head, he was now eager.
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CHAPTER II :
Sevika recounts a series of events leading to her father's death and her family's downfall. Y/N learns of their family's role in causing Sevika's suffering, including the loss of her mother and Sevika's own mutilation as punishment. Struck by guilt and remorse, Y/N offers restitution, but Sevika rejects it, harboring deep-seated resentment and refusing to forgive.
As the tension dissipates, Y/N seeks to understand Sevika's pain, prompting Sevika to share her story of injustice and loss. Through their conversation, a fragile understanding begins to emerge between them, hinting at the possibility of reconciliation amid a backdrop of betrayal and privilege.
MEN AND MINORS DNI
You didn’t get the chance to breathe as your heart fell to your stomach, completely taken aback by the sudden change, her tone, mixed in with your vulnerability as you laid beneath her, completely defenseless. She pulled her fingers out as she got up, standing still as she watched your face go from flustered to ghostly white compared to the yellow musked cement walls.
“How- I uh, I can explain” you stumbled as you pulled your knees forward as you sat up, shielding your bare chest as your hands trembled discreetly.
“You don’t have to” Sevika stated coldly, her grin growing as she sat down on the wooden chair facing the bed. “Now I genuinely believe that you were lost, but what I don’t understand is why you had this sewn into your dress” she inquired as she pulled out the dagger from the back of her belt.
Your brows wrinkle together at her question as you try to process the fast shift in atmosphere. “What do you mean? It’s a family heirloom” you explain unsurely.
“Family heirloom? Really?” She scoffed out as she stood up before treading back to the side of the bed. Gulping down the harsh lump in your throat, you retreat in fear of the reality in front of you, your fate now locked in her fingertips. “Last time I checked, this was my fathers. He gave this to me, so unless we’re cousins, one of us is lying, and I’m not a liar, "Sevika conceded as she grabbed your ankle, pulling you closer.
You let out a yelp as she placed the blade under your chin with her hand still gripped on your ankle, trapping you as she leaned in closer. “I’m not lying, my father gave this to me on my 10th birthday” you defend in a stammer, your body frozen at the imminent threat laying above your throat.
“Are you calling me a liar Y/N?” Sevika asked calmly as she pressed the blade flat under your chin.
“No ma’am” you mutter, her features blurring as you hold your breath, fearful of moving even a hair. You whimper quietly as her metal hand lets go of your ankle, her eyes never leaving yours.
“You think your fancy dresses and tea cups hide the evil that you guys commit to the people beneath you?” She badgered in loath, her teeth locked in as she watched you shake your head carefully. “Use your words, Princess,” Sevika taunted.
“No, it doesn’t” you mumbled, your body cooling down the longer you remain undressed. She remained still on you as she watched you crumble into a silent weep, your confidence completely evaporated. “I’m sorry for what my father did, I really am. We can fix it” you barter softly.
She let out an audible scoff of disbelief as she leaned down to get to your eye level. “You can bring back the dead now? bring back my arm, my family? My reputation? I’d rather burn my other arm off then take your help” she spat clearly, every single word digging a deeper cave in your chest.
“N-no of course not, but we can do something, I’ll pay” you offer desperately. You didn’t know the full story but you realize how naive you were until now, worshiping the ground your father walked on when he stomped his way to power. The way she is glaring at you makes you want to dig a hole through the bed into the deep cement ground and bury yourself within.
“Pay? You’ll pay for what? Just so you can shut me up like you shut everyone up that goes against his dictatorship, ruining people’s lives when they are just trying to survive?” She snapped as her eyes flashed into a dark gray, the glisten that usually resided now completely gone. Your features wrinkled as you tried to understand what she was saying, her anger seeming harsh from your perspective. “You have no idea do you?” She snickered as she removed the dagger from your neck, drifting it down to your shoulder.
“Tell me, so I can do something. I can bring you back, get him to apologize, I’ll give you a title, respect, money, whatever you need to fix it” you sputtered out before you winced in pain as she grazed your skin.
“You’re not listening, I don’t want anything from you or your scum of a family” she spat between clenched teeth. “What you did, can't be fixed with words, and fancy titles” Sevika commented with a lift of her top lip, scowling at her mock of your promise of status.
“Then tell me, what did we do?” you rebuked in a plea, hopeful of finding a resolution, even if it's merely leaving with your life.
“You really want to know?” Sevika questioned sarcastically as she pulled the knife away, yet part of her was surprised, taken aback that someone like you is actually interested in knowing what happened.
“Yes, I can't find a solution if I don't know what happened” you urged softly, though it came out helpless, as if you needed her to tell you.
Sevika tapped the heel of her foot on the ground as she sat in the chair opposite you, her bottom lip in between her teeth as she contemplated actually telling you what happened.
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“Are you insane? Why would you do that?” Sevika whisper-yelled at her brother as she crouched down on the cold concrete floor, her whispers echoing into the hollow brick.
“They deserve it! You know what they did to father, and now mother is dead because of them” he rebuked in a croaked shout, his words muffled by Sevika's pinching his leg.
“So you wrote a letter threatening to kill the king?! That’s treason and you knew that!” Sevika snapped, angry that she’s about to lose him as well when she promised to keep him safe.
“I didn’t do anything though, they’re still alive and well” he defended as he leaned his head to face the ground, realizing his royal fuckup.
“That is not the point. Now we’re both to be executed before noon” she revealed as she let herself fall back on her rear, glancing up at her younger brother in rage. It’s been only a week since they lost their father after he failed to deliver the swords the king ordered in time, causing him to lose his life under the blade he crafted himself. The pain and anger was still so raw, it hadn't even processed in her mind. Her mothers suicide 3 days ago made it simple for a quick funeral, the couple together for eternity as their offspring’s waited to join them. “Whatever you do, do not say a word. Let me speak'' she warned as harsh footsteps approached the cell, loud keys clinking against each other as they stood up.
Sevika's heart fell to her stomach as she saw the king standing behind the guards, his shadow appearing as the guards created a path. Biting down her pride, Sevika leaned forward in a bow, quickly pressing on her brother's lower back to force him into a bow.
“I don’t usually come to visit my enemies, but this is a particular scenario. A whole family, vanished in 7 days, all because their father couldn’t deliver.” He started flatly as he rounded the bowing sibling. “And now, this boy threatens my life, the king that has offered your family a home, food, everything you could ever ask for” he spat as he lifted her brother's chin, scanning his sharp features.
“Your Majesty, if I may” , Sevika spoke up gently, urging to plead for her brother's life. The king paused his analysis of the boy and turned his attention to the tall Sevika, his height almost reaching hers. Almost.
“Go on” he permitted in curiosity.
“What he did is unforgivable and foolish, he’s just a heartbroken boy. He means no harm, and definitely doesn’t pose a threat to your throne or well being. I will punish him, he was acting out of the grief and anger of a 15 year old boy. I beg of you, Your Majesty, please spare his life” she pleaded clearly, each word spoken with sincerity and fear, not of him, but rather the consequences she’s being accustomed to.
His head tilted in intrigue as he pondered over her words as if, for the first time, he was being challenged. “Let me ask you this, the late king, my father. Do you know how he died?” He questioned calmly.
Sevika swallowed down as she breathed out harshly, “yes, Your Highness” she muttered.
“I’m glad you do, now would you like to let your brother know how the late king passed?” he asked with a little grin, reveling in the inevitable unravel.
“He was assassinated”
“That’s right, he was assassinated by a man, who was angry, and sad, just like your little brother here. So, why should I risk my life and throne? To spare the life of a scum” He interrogated as he shifted his attention back to her brother, disgust lingering in his tone.
“He’s a child, he did not mean it” Sevika persisted, her voice gruff with frustration.
“He didn’t mean to write, ‘I will cut your throat the way you cut my fathers’? Tell me serf, would you spare him if you were in my position?” He inquired, his insult locking Sevika' s jaw.
“Yes, I would.” Sevika admitted firmly, hoping to use any tactic to save herself and her brother. “I would make an example out of him, show the people that you're not merciless as they see you” she explained, her words trailing off as the king stepped back, allowing his guards to step forward.
“It's a shame you’re not king” he remarked as Sevika took notice of the change in atmosphere, rapidly stepping in front of her brother.
“Don’t take him, he's just a child” Sevika pleaded as she let her knees hit the ground beneath her, kneeling for his life.
“Place her in another cell, it's time” he ordered as he walked away, leaving a fighting Sevika behind, using all her restricted force to fight the guards off, but it was to no avail. Her screams held no power with her hands chained as she echoed her little brother's cries in the distance, fading into the early morning execution.
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You inhaled harshly through your nose, betrayal seeping through your veins as your fathers image cracked in your eyes, his gentle eyes no longer holding its delicate lullabies. Sevika's hand instinctively soothed her metal arm as she remembered the pain from that day, the physical hardly compared to the hole in her heart that remained. “He took my arm, said it was so no one in my family can ever threaten him again, made it seem like he was doing me a favor by keeping me alive” she murmured.
“I- I’m so sorry, I had no idea” you whispered, unable to come up with anything else to say to such an admission.
“Of course you didn't, how could you when all you could see was luxury and privilege?” Sevika remarked as she glanced down at the dagger on her lap.
“Did your father make that?” you questioned as your eyes followed her fingers over the dagger. You could feel the danger slowly fade away as she opened up, the room returning to its previous quietude.
“No, my grandfather did, my father gave it to me when I was old enough to hold a weapon” she explained as a little smile crept up, her smile quickly faltering once you returned a sympathetic grin. Your understanding seemed to hold an opposite effect as she stood up and shielded the dagger in the back of her belt before stepping back. “Storytime is over, get some sleep, I'll bring you back home in the afternoon” she asserted as she pulled the wooden door open.
Your heart felt as though it could beat again at those words, knowing that she wasn't here for revenge or to harm you, she just needed someone to know. “Thank you” you trailed as she caught one last glance of you before shutting the door gently, leaving you to dwell in your new found truth.
Your heart jolted at the sudden creak of the door opening, too deep in thought to have heard Sevika’s approaching footsteps. You spent the past few hours thinking as you listened to the banging and shuffling of Sevika’s work, her closeness calming your meltdowns.
“Let's go” she instructed as she placed a fur cloak on the foot of her bed, her figure casting a shadow over you. Steadily, you raised your body and leaned forward, a sharp pain in your core, pulling you back down on the bed. “What's wrong?” she questioned, a glimpse of concern lingering beneath the nonchalance.
You groan at the unfamiliar pain before you freeze at the realization. “Fuck” you mumble to yourself.
“Oh, the princess swears” Sevika taunted as you knocked your head back into the pillow.
“No, I can't go home like this,” you explained as you scanned your body, purple and red marks trailing all down your chest, and you're assuming up your neck.
“Oh that, I guess you’ll have to deal with the new tarnished name” Sevika stated with a raise of a brow, the reality of your new found dilemma was beginning to seem like good karma, delivered right to her doorstep.
“No, you don't understand, I'll never be able to marry, and I can forget the throne while I'm at it” you expressed in slight panic, pondering over your options.
“No, I understand, trust me” Sevika uttered with a scoff as she raised the fur cloak. “ Now let's go, I have a lot of work to do and I can't work when you're here” she motioned as she watched the panic in your mind seep through your expression. She knew you didn't deserve this, but part of her finally felt in control of her relationship with power, finally holding the upper hand.
You could feel a sweat reach the hairs on your skin as you glanced up at Sevika, hoping she would change her mind and spare you some pity you certainly don't deserve. “One week, please, I promise I will stay out of your way, I can't go home like this. Sevika, please” you pleaded as you sat up. You could see a glimpse of contemplation in her eyes before it returned to its gray-tainted snowy eyes, denying you of mercy.
“No, I am not harboring a princess in my house, it's suicide” Sevika justified as she pulls a brown cigarillo from her pocket, lighting it aflame as she nudged your foot.
“No one will know, please” you pleaded, your brows crunched in desperation.
“I said no, I'm not going to say it again. Put your coat on or I'll drag you out of here naked” Sevika asserted, her patience slipping into frustration. Part of Sevika was so tempted to let you stay in her bed, having you laid out for her to admire was the temptation whispering in her ears, but she knew that came with a price she was not willing to pay.
You gulped down the tears that were meant to appear next as you submitted to her request, sliding the warm cloak over your slip dress. Silently, you walked to the front of the barn as she followed behind, contemplating her decision over and over, wondering if she was making a mistake by letting you go.
its been so busy lol, hope you like it, sorry there is no smut in this one since i am also a sucker for a little angst, i hope you are too lol
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Prompt 47 with Leonora Lesso x Fem!reader please <3
Hey hey hey anon! Thanks for the request, I love writing for Charlize Theron’s characters 💋 Plus the prompt…! And I added a song for inspiration to go along with it— Hope you enjoy 😏
Would You Look At That ~Sub!Leonora Lesso xDom!Emma Anemone xDom!Fem Professor!Reader
Dominating Leonora Lesso is not a task for the weak… and this time, Reader calls in some ✨assistance✨ from Anemone.
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#47. “You did not just cum...”
Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, threesome(kinda), smut, scissoring, eating out, fingering, masturbation, exhibitionist kink, voyeurism kink, mistress kink, degrading kink, praise kink, edging kink, gagging, bondage, orgasm denial, punishment kink, etc…
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If there was anything that Lady Leonora Lesso was, it was untameable. From her hair to her biting remarks, the woman embodied being untameable. So when you decided to take on that beast, you knew you were in for a ride… A wild, lustful, bratty ride…
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“I’m bored…” your red headed girlfriend huffed under her breath, only for you to hear.
You were both in the weekly all around staff meeting. And it was just droning on and on.
“I know… only a few more minutes…” you replied in a hushed whisper, “hopefully…”
“I want you.” The red head decisively states, while still pretending to still listen to the meeting.
“Not right now… later.” You muttered under your breath.
“No… I want you now.” Lesso whined.
“Oh Behave…” you scolded your horny girlfriend.
“Never.” she wickedly whispered, before snaking her own hand into her trousers.
“Leo…” you warned her, the edge in your tone becoming apparent.
All while you were both pretending to pay attention to the meeting.
“If you won’t help me, then I’ll just do it myself…” Lesso muttered, before slipping a finger into her throbbing heat.
“Take. Your. Slutty. Fingers. Out. Right. Now.” You gritted, trying extremely hard to remain a look of composure.
But she didn’t. In fact. Lesso didn’t even respond to you. She just continued to finger herself, letting out the tiniest mewls and pants, only for you to hear. It was making you go fucking feral. And then you heard it. Lesso had to bite her tongue to suppress it, but you still heard it. Her strangled cry as she came…
“You did not just cum...” you wickedly chuckled, not fully believing how far she was pushing you right now.
“What? You jealous…?” She lustfully bit back.
“I want you in your office, stripped down to your undergarments, as soon as this dreadful meeting is out…” you growled.
“Yes ma’am…” Lesso groaned, squirming in her seat with anticipation and bated breath for what you had in store for her…
~~~
When you finally got back to Lesso’s office, you entered the room to find Lesso kneeling in front of her desk, in her undergarments, staring at you.
“Baby… I need you…” she whined, giving you her best puppy dog eyes and pout.
You payed no mind to the horny red head at first, turning around to close and lock the door.
“Take me to bed and fuck me, baby…?” She pled, pouting her lip for extra emphasis.
You towered in front of the red head now, grabbing her by her chin and tilting her head up to your gaze.
“Baby…?” You chuckled wickedly, “Is that how you address your superiors?”
“Mistress…” Lesso moaned, “I need you… so badly…”
You released her chin and chuckled darkly, “Then you shouldn’t have been a brat…” , backing away from her vicinity as you spoke.
Lesso let out a dramatized whine at your words. You ignored her yet again. Walking to the nearest chair, you turned around on your heal and leaned against the chair.
“Anemone pulled me aside after the meeting today and told me something quite curious…” you purred wickedly.
Lesso’s ears pricked up at your subject change.
“Oh?”
“Yes. Don’t you care to know what she said?” you purred, baiting your trap for which you knew the red head would fall into.
“Yes mistress…” Lesso huffed, “although I’d much rather be doing other things…” she muttered with a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
You chuckled yet again…Lesso would never relent… But you weren’t one to rollover easily…
“She told me that she’d caught your little stunt… ‘Could practically smell the brattyness reeking off of you’ I believe we’re her words…” you purred with a wicked twinkle in your own eyes, “And she offered her assistance in punishing you…”
Lesso gulped.
“What?”
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. You smirked and went to go open the door. But you stopped before unlocking the door and turned back to the red head.
“Color?” you checked in with your girlfriend.
Lesso’s breath hitched, “Green.”
You hummed in approval, as you opened the door and Anemone walked in, her eyes widened at the sight of Lesso. You made sure to shut and lock the door before joining Anemone and Lesso.
“I really must say Y/N, I’m impressed.” Anemone chuckled, “I’ve never in my life seen anyone successfully tame Leonora Lesso…”
At that, Lesso growled. You blushed at Anemones words and chuckled in response to Lesso.
“Thank you. It’s a full time job…” you joked.
Anemone smirked in response, before turning fully to you, “Shall we?”
“We shall…” you purred wickedly, turning to face Anemone fully.
Lesso huffed loudly to make her presence known, not liking how much attention she wasn’t being given. You stepped into Anemone’s personal space, before slightly tilting your head in Lesso’s general direction.
“Sit and watch. No touching. No speaking. No nothing, unless we say so.” You warily purred, “Take your punishment like a good slut…”
At those words, you muttered a spell, locking Lesso’s hands together behind her back. The your lips smashed into Anemones. Lesso’s jaw dropped. You usually spanked her or edged her with a vibrator… You’d never done this… But god was it turning her on… So much so that Lesso was grinding her hips down into nothing.
Your kiss turned heated pretty quickly, your tongues slipping into each others mouths, and the fight for dominance ensuing. But you had both agreed that this was about Lesso. So you continued on an equal dominance level.
Anemone broke the kiss and brought her lips to the shell of your ear, “Let me eat you out in front of your pretty whore…” she husked, loud enough for Lesso to hear.
Lesso had to stifle a moan at Anemone’s words, her hands struggling against her magical restraints.
“God yes…” you groaned, happily collapsing into the nearest chair that faces Lesso.
Anemone immediately dropped to her knees, connecting her lips to yours once again as she helped you remove your trousers. She peppered kisses up your thighs, making you whimper out in pleasure. Suddenly you felt Anemone’s hot mouth making contact with your skin even more. You looked down to find her hooking your knickers with her teeth. You groaned out, arching your body for her to have an easier time removing your knickers. She dragged the knickers teasingly down your legs.
All this show went straight to Lesso’s core. She audibly moaned as Anemone dragged your knickers down your framed legs. God, this was a horrendous punishment…
At her sound, both you and Anemone’s head swiveled over to the red head. Your gaze then met Anemones, the same idea swirling in each others mind… Anemone got up and took your knickers from her mouth, walked over to Lesso, and stuffed your knickers into the red heads mouth…
“If you can’t stay quiet, slut, then we’ll just gag you…” you purred wickedly.
Lesso looked to Anemone as if she was pleading with her to reason with you. But Anemone merely ignored the red head, sinking back to her knees and opening your legs for proper access to your wet cunt.
“God, Love, your soaked…” Anemone groaned into your aching pussy.
Your hands found their home in Anemones hair and on the chairs side rests.
“All for you, Emma…” you moaned, bucking your hips to meet her face, “all for you…”
With that, Anemone dove into your folds. She skillfully lapped away at your fluttering cunt, making you cry out and moan in pleasure. Your hand tightening around the arm rest, your other hand burying Anemone’s head only further into your pussy.
And all Lesso could do was stare, while grinding into nothing and moaning into your knickers. She had no doubt in her mind that she’d already soaked through her own panties by now… And Oh God when you came…
Lesso thought she’d cum right there… Your cries as your legs clenched around Anemones head… The sight of your head thrown back, your eyes rolled back, your hands clenched into white fists…
You eyes fluttered back open to find, Anemone in between your legs with your cum all over her chin and a smirk on her face. You looked beyond at Lesso, and you were pleased to see how affected she seemed to be. But you weren’t done…
You brought Anemone up to straddle your lap, connecting your lips to hers once again. You moaned loudly as you tasted yourself on her tongue.
“Fuck I wanna feel your cunt against mine…” you wantonly moaned into the kiss.
Both Anemone and Lesso groaned out in unison at your words. Anemone swiftly got up and began removing her dress, which you were quick to help with. You threw your shirt and bra off and to the side with ease, and lastly helped Anemone with her undergarments.
You were both swiftly back in your previous position with Anemone straddling your fluttering cunt. But this time, you locked your legs together… Anemone beat you to the punch in grinding her heat against yours, eliciting a string of leud cries from your lips.
Lesso cried out in response, while still being muffled from your knickers. Tears were starting to swell in the red heads eyes.
“You good, sweet slut? Color green?” You panted, as you grinded your cunt against Anemones.
Lesso vigorously nodded and tried to cry out ‘green’, but she was yet again muffled. Your grindings with Anemone quickly got sloppy, as you were still sensitive from your last climax, and Anemone was close to her own… You both toppled over the edge together and in cries of pleasure. You panted heavily, unlocking your legs from Anemones.
“Thank you, Emma…” you breathlessly spoke, “That will be all for now…”
Anemone nodded, “Anytime…” she spoke, giving you own last peck on the lips, before cleaning herself up and putting on her clothes with a wave of her hand and leaving the room without another word.
Leaving you, panting in the chair, and Lesso, a puddle of sex on the floor. With a flick of your own hand, you magicked the restaints and knickers away from Lesso.
“God please Mistress I—” Lesso began pleading.
“You will say no more tonight. You will not touch yourself tonight, but rather you will just go to bed.” You firmly spoke, “If you are good tomorrow, then I will think about letting you cum…”
Lesso’s jaw dropped second time for the night.
“Do you understand me?”
Lesso gulped.
“Yes mistress…” she whimpered.
“Good. Then let’s get you to bed, sweet slut…” you purred.
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