#also sculpting messes up my back and shoulder

[luhalalusce]

In September it's gonna be 2 years since the campaign I dm started so I've decided to buy nice minis for my players. I found a place online with good deals and somehow it ended up cheaper than buying models for 3d printing. Some of them need some work to make them look more like the characters (no tiefling druid minis available, the tortle race only had 1 pack available and another player is gonna use a famous MtG character), but I don't mind doing that.

I just hope I didn't accidentally start the Sweater curse, because in that case I'm keeping the minis.

#my initial plan was to sculpt them myself but i'm never gonna find the time to make all of them #also sculpting messes up my back and shoulder #nerds were right painting miniatures is surprisingly a fun and relaxing hobby #idk why but minis are usually so overpriced and hard to find here

[awfcspencer]

All Night || leah williamson x reader

leah williamson x model!reader

prompt: Leah watches you walk on the runway for the first time.

warnings: 18+, smut, top!leah, bottom!reader, begging, fingering, oral

New York, Tokyo, Paris, and now London, a different major city each week. The Victoria Secret Fashion Show was now in full force and had no sign of easing up anytime soon. The model life was rigid, a strict discipline and a tight schedule, but the feeling on the runway was worth all the sacrifices. The premise of each show was to showcase Victoria Secret’s newest collection of lingerie for the upcoming year.

A renowned model, runway resume including events such as Paris and Milan Fashion Week. Striking eyes and a stunning body, it is as if you were sculpted for the stage. The model lifestyle was fast, fittings, photoshoots, parties until well into the early mornings, a constant continuous cycle. Falling quickly into the routine, first would be walking in the show, next would be finding the nearest club or party, and forcing the immense stress of the constant work pressure to the back of your mind. Typically ending with you going home with the first woman you found interesting enough, but always leaving before they had the opportunity to create something with you. The model life was built on living fast.

But the fatal night in the bar after a rough week gearing up for Paris fashion week, you had met Leah.

“Is this seat taken?” a voice asked you over the loud music in the bar, as look up to a blonde haired woman with piercing blue eyes.

“All yours” you simply reply, shooting back another shot, hoping to forget all about the overwhelming amount of stress you were under. The woman next to you was intriguing, beautiful complexion and a muscular figure, dressed in a white button shirt that had several buttons undone and grey trousers. Her hair was in a bun with a few face shaping strands left out, she was indescribably hot.

The alcohol was searing throughout your body, making you warm and the confidence in your body shot up about eight notches.

“Dance with me” you whisper in her ear as you pull her to the crowded dance floor. The music and the timing were just right, dancing alongside the gorgeous girl you had just met. Together your bodies moved rhythmically, allowing the beat to take control, swaying your hips backwards into the girl who you know knew as Leah. She would gently rest her head on your shoulder and whisper how gorgeous you were in your ear as you both danced.

The time had gotten way past roughly 2 A.M. and you had to be back at the venue bright and early at 6.

"Leah I've really got to go" you unfortunately say to her. A whimper left the girl's mouth as she desperately pulled her body closer to yours, not wanting the night to end, not wanting you to leave. It takes everything in you to disconnect from the girl as you were also enjoying the company.

"Are you walking home?" Leah asked you.

"My hotel is right up the corner, I was just going to walk." Leah opened the door for you and when you stepped outside the bar, the air was cold. Dressed in a simple black little dress, you were certainly underdressed for the weather as you had initially left the event and came straight to the bar.

"If you don't mind, I can walk you. Want to make sure you get home safe."

Giving her an agreeing hum, you lead her the way and she follows parallel with you. The wind was harsh and you unwillingly shivered, winter days in Paris did not mess around. Leah noticed your coldness and ushered off her jacket and put it on your freezing frame, zipping the jacket up fully for you. You look towards her to begin to argue but she simply shakes her head at you and says, "Seriously, it's okay."

Arriving at the hotel, you hand Leah back her jacket. The time you had spent with Leah made your heart flutter. She was beyond a doubt utterly beautiful, but she also was sweet, her small little actions in the bar showed you so. For example, when a man would approach the two of you to buy in for a dance with you, she would pull you closer and tell him to move on.

"Thank you Leah, for everything tonight." You desperately wanted to invite her in but Leah was different. You didn't to give her the insuation that all you wanted from her was sex.

"When can I see you again?" she asked, trying to mask the desperation in her voice.

Stopped between two decisions, usually the nights ended with you leaving in the early morning and forgetting the actions of the previous night, but Leah was different. You wanted to change, the fast lifestyle didn't suit you. You yearned to find someone who fits you, opening up your previously closed heart.

Exchanging numbers with Leah led you to a blossoming relationship. She understood your lifestyle as she was also in the spotlight, it was kind of perfect. You left Paris a few days later but you never stopped texting Leah and on days when you were both free, you would Facetime, typically falling asleep on the call most nights. That was roughly 7 months ago when you called Leah your friend, but today she is now your girlfriend.

That is why tonight's show was so important. Leah would be watching you walk in person for the first time and she was also bringing a few of her national teammates. You had managed to get them amazing seats located center stage.

Backstage of the show was chaotic, with hairstylists and makeup artists running around, scrambling to put the perfect finishing touches on the models before they took the stage.

This was not your first Victoria's Secret Show but the stage always made you a bit nervous, so you tried to remain composed in your private dressing room that was flushed with flowers. Leah had gotten into a habit of sending you flowers each show you did since she was always unable to be in attendance until tonight.

Dazzling the stage, you wore a black laced set with massive feathered wings, hugging every curve of yours perfectly, leaving little up to the imagination. Your tanned skin combated the black perfectly as you walked up and down the stage, secretly sending Leah a wink as you watched her pupils dilate and her mouth slightly ajar. Meeting the end of the stage you head back towards your changing room to get ready to greet your guests and eventually the afterparty.

"Leah close your mouth before you catch stray flies," Georgia yelled toward the entraced girl as she elbowed Leah in the ribs to regain her attention. Leah's mouth was completely dry and was in a daze, only thinking about how sexy you looked on stage.

The show had ended and you made your way back towards the stage for the closing of yet another successful show. The London venue was also where the afterparty is located so you find Leah and her teammates at the bar. You find yourself still in your angel wings and black set as you make your way to join the England girls, receiving multiple compliments on your outfit and the show as you walk.

The room is dimly lit and you can immediately feel Leah's eyes drawn to your body. The shows were worldwide so this was the first time you had seen Leah in a few weeks, desperation lingered on both of your bodies. But you had roughly 6 English lionesses ushering you flattering remarks of how much they enjoyed the show.

"I am glad you all had fun!" you tell the group.

"Not as much fun as I'm sure Leah had, like a deer in headlights the whole time" Ella joked as Leah pushed her shoulder, obviously embarrassed as her cheeks turned a dark shade of red.

"I am also glad you enjoyed baby" leaving lingering fingers on her open skin and quickly placing a small kiss on her cheek. You desperately missed her and the tension was growing as she left her hands on your lower back as you made casual conversation with her teammates. You had to physically restrain yourself from roaming your hands all over Leah, trying to be discreet in front of the people who were in the room. The drinks started flowing and soon enough you couldn't handle the sexual frustration any longer.

"Let's get out of here, yeah?" Whispering in her ear only loud enough for her to hear. The both of you say quick goodbyes and make a swift exit, the anticipation building.

Entering your hotel room, your lips were connected in an instant. A deep and passionate kiss that was quickly becoming heated as her hands roamed your body. A small moan left your mouth as she pulled apart from you, a string of spit connecting your lips. Leah pulled her top off in a hurry and reconnected her lips to yours, rubbing her warm pointer finger over your now wet lips. Your hands found home in her blonde locks, treading through her hair and trying to pull her head lower on your body to where you really wanted her. While she loved the black lacey set you had on, she discarded the top fast to leave open kisses down the valley of your chest.

"So sexy" she muttered between kisses.

Propping yourself up on your elbows as she removes her bra, you can see Leah's dark clouded eyes, eager for you. Leah's large hands knead your left breast as she places your right pink hardened nipple in her mouth and sucks relentlessly on it. Placing the nipple between her teeth as she pulls gently on it, enticing a low guttural moan out of you. She does the vice versa on your left breast. Your nipple encased in the warmth of Leah’s mouth sends waves of shivers throughout your body and wetness begins to pool in between your legs. 

You try your best to push Leah downwards but she is insistent on taking her time. She comes back up your neck, a sweet spot she knew you had. Sucking hard on the open skin, leaving small bruises as she worked her way all over your neck, spurring her on as loud moans left your mouth unwillingly. She continues to pull and pinch your nipples as they are now completely perked and red. She lowers herself and begins by kissing your inner thighs and rubbing her large hands up and down your quads. Slowly tracing her long fingernails along your body leaving chills everywhere. Your hips buck up at her trying to find some sort of friction but Leah simply pushes your body back to the bed.

"Leah don't be a tease. I need you."

She places a small kiss on the outside of the black thong you were wearing from the show. She can feel the small circle of wetness on the underwear, which only spurs her on. She takes her time removing the garment, fingers trailing on the sides of your thighs carefully. All of your clothing is now removed and you shutter under her, the coldness of the sheets but your body is incredibly hot and bothered.

"Leah please" you begged.

"All that confidence up on the stage gone now? Under me begging to be touched." Leah simply replied.

Your glistening hole begged for any sort of attention. Leah has her hands on both sides of your thighs, forcing your knees outward so you are fully spread in front of her, completely open for her. She runs her pointer finger along your slit, feeling your wetness and gathering up some. She holds her fingers out in front of you as you take them in your mouth and taste yourself. Completely wetting Leah's long fingers before she slowly slips a finger into you. Your desperate tight cunt easily swallows her finger, finally receiving some attention. You quiver under her and she places a light kiss on your clit. Removing her finger you whine a little but she now focuses on your clit, rubbing small hard circles as you clutch onto the sheets. You had been incredibly horny since you stepped off the stage, waiting for this moment. Earning a deep moan from you, Leah places her finger back in you as her tongue still continues ministrations on your clit.

"So tight baby," she says to you, pulling her in for another deep kiss as she now has added a second finger, plowing into you at a fast rate. She knew you weren't going to last long. The sensation between Leah's fingers in you and her magical work with her tongue had you nearing orgasm. Leah's eyes have become transfixed on you as your face contours between pleasure and bliss, knowing you are close. The lustful look in Leah’s eyes was on full display as she started to rub your clit faster while continuing to pump deliberately into you. You can begin to feel the tight coil in your stomach as your moans become more frequent, desperate for a release.

"Lee I'm close" you breathe out to her, hands now back tangled in her hair as she works your body up to your impending high.

"Cum for me baby" is all she has to spurt out as a few more thrusts and you are sent over the edge and you reach your orgasm. Leah guides you through your orgasm and slows down when she notices your body coming back down, helping you fully ride out your high. Leah takes the time to lick you clean, pulling you in for a kiss so you can taste yourself.

"So beautiful baby" she whispers out to you as you pull apart. You flip your bodies so now Leah is laid on the bed. Reconnecting your lips earning a moan now from Leah.

"Your turn baby. We've got all night," you say to her.

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[moviesismylife]

Overprotective mate (Azriel x f!reader)

Summary:

You offer Azriel a place at your house, to get away from Nesta and Cassian’s lust. You get injured on a mission for Rhys, and Azriel goes all mother hen mode.

Warnings:

Mentions of intimacy

Blood, injury

Mentions of alcohol

Tropes:

Who did this to you?

Friends to lovers

Note:

Hey lovelies, this is my first fic on here, so please be nice. I really enjoy writing and drooling over fictional characters, and I know you do too. So let’s feed our delusion together. I know y’all are thirsting over Azriel as much as I am.

Enjoy x

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Y/n

I knock on Nesta and Cassian’s door, clothed in my fighting leathers.

The door knob twists and the door freaks, as I spot Nesta’s head poking through the door.

“Y/n, what are you doing here?” She asks as he opens the door fully.

“Coming to see you, and also to talk to Azriel about something” I tell her.

She steps aside to let me in, and I do. The door closes behind me, and the warmth of the house hits my body.

My back is facing her, so she walks around me to face my front.

“Sorry about the mess, I was going to clean it up, but I got a little distracted” she says, a hint of a smirk on her lips.

“Okay ew, I did not need to know that” I say, making a disgusted face, and she just chuckles in response.

“Nes who’s here” a male voice says, as it enters the hallway we’re standing in.

“Cassian” I say smiling at him.

“Y/n!” He squeals, and runs over to hug me.

He lifts me off the floor easily, and spins me around.

I laugh, as I hug him back.

He lets me down, and stands next to Nesta.

“Where’s Az?” I ask them both.

They look towards the living room, and I take that as a hint.

I leave my weapons in the hallway, and head into the living area.

As I enter I can’t spot him, but I hear some noises coming from the kitchen, so naturally I head towards them.

When I enter, I spot Azriel with his back to me.

He has a towel slung over one of his shoulders, and the water is running in the sink. He’s clothed in his Illyrian fighting leathers, sculpting his body like a god.

“You just got done with your morning workout?” I ask, to make him aware of my presence.

He turns around, not at all startled, and just leans against the counter.

“Y/n. What are you doing here?” He asks, as he sips from the water bottle he must have been filling up.

Fuck he looks insanely good. His hair is damp from his workout, and his cheeks are slightly tinted. His skin is glowing from the sweat, but he still manages to smell absolutely divine.

“I’m actually here to talk to you” I say, as I place my elbows on the kitchen isle in front of me, leaning forward.

“Okay…about what?” He asks me, putting down his water bottle.

“Well I have an offer for you” I tell him.

“What kind of offer?” He questions.

“To come live with me, instead of the two horndogs you’re living with right now” I answer him.

He raises his eyebrows in confusion.

“Look I have a spare room in my little cottage on the edge of the city, and I’m barely ever home. So do you need somewhere private and quiet to stay, my place is open” I explain to him.

“Oh uhm, are you sure?” He asks.

Honestly I’m kind of shocked he’s agree so quickly. I mean I would want to get away from Nesta and Cassian’s fucking too, but I expected him to mull it over more.

“Yeah of course. It’s no trouble. Besides as I said, I’m almost never home, so you’d basically have the place to yourself” I tell him.

“That’s generous of you, but I would have to talk to Nesta and Cassian about it first” he says, as he puts his towel down on the counter.

“Yeah, no of course” I say, and he gives me a slight nod, before walking off to find them.

*about 15 minutes later*

“Why do you have to leave us Az? I liked having you here” Cassian whines, as me and Azriel are standing in the hallway, ready to leave.

“It’s okay babe, we’ll have the house all to ourselves now” Nesta grins at him.

That makes him shut up, and grin back.

I roll my eyes and pick up my weapons.

“You’ll be free to visit anytime” I tell them both, and they nod at me.

“Okay you ready?” I ask Azriel, as I offer up my arm.

He links his in mine, and I winnow us out.

——————

We land in my own hallway, and I let go of his arm.

Again, I put my weapons down, and he does as well.

“Okay, you want me to show you around?” I turn to look at him.

He just nods. Not exactly a man of many words.

I walk left and into the living room.

“Okay, so here is the small living area, and in there is the kitchen” I say, pointing to an archway leading from the living room.

Then I walk back into the hallway.

“That door leads to a small bathroom” I hint to the door on the right.

“Okay that’s everything downstairs, so let me show you upstairs” I start walking up the stairs.

I can hear him following me as I lead us both up to the second floor.

As we reach the top of the stairs, there is a little hallway, with several doors on each side.

“Okay so uhm, this door leads into my room, and a private bathroom that connects with it” I say as I hint for the door on the left.

I walk in a little further, until I reach the first door on the right.

“And it’s basically the same in here, but you can feel free to explore it yourself” I continue.

He just nods in understanding.

I walk further until I reach two glass doors. I open them and walk out into a little balcony.

“So this is just a little comfort place, but I mostly use it for reading, drinking, and a landing spot for when I fly in” I explain to him.

Then I turn around to face him.

He’s just looking around him, studying everything.

“Okay well, I have to leave, but I’ll be back sometime tonight. I’ll try not to make a sound” I say, and he snaps his head to mine.

Again he just nods, and I take that as a hint for me to leave.

I turn around to walk back into the house when he speaks.

“Y/n?”

I turn around again to face him.

“Thank you” he smiles softly.

“Of course” I smile warmly back, before turning back around again, and walking into the hallway.

*hours later*

I winnow into my room, and land on the floor with a thud. I try to be more quiet as I stumble back steadily on my feet.

The wound on my hipbone is throbbing, and I need to attend to it now.

I promised Azriel I’d be quiet when I returned home, but I’ve not done so well this far.

I make my way over to my bathroom, grabbing some rubbing alcohol and a cloth. Then I stumble back into the bedroom, and take a seat on the bed.

I drop my weapons and every other thing I was carrying on the floor, as I try to unbutton my corset.

Fuck why does it have to be so difficult. I try not to moan out in pain, as my wound keeps on throbbing.

I was attacked by several water wraiths on my mission for Rhys. And I made my way out fine, except for the open wound on my hipbone.

But luckily I achieved what I wanted, and I was able to retrieve the item he sent me for.

Although that would be no help if I couldn’t deliver it to him in the morning. And right now, by the looks of the wound, I needed some serious healing.

There was some kind of poison in my wound and I’d try to extract it with my magic, to no avail.

I’d have to go to a healer tomorrow, but now I just wanted sleep.

I finally pull off my corset, and throw it on the floor, as I lift up my white linen shirt to get better access to the wound.

I grab the cloth and rubbing alcohol, pouring some on it, as I press the cloth to my flesh.

I scream in pain, as the alcohol connects with my open and fresh skin. Blood is already dripping everywhere, and I bite down on my lip to refrain from screaming again.

The last thing I want is to wake up Azriel.

The someone bursts through my door.

“Y/n!” Azriel says panicked, as he flings the door open.

I snap my head to him, and curse myself for waking him.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you” I apologize as he heads over to me.

“What happened?” He asks, avoiding my apology.

He bends down in front of me, and kneels as he takes a look at my hand pressed firmly on my wound.

“Let me see it” he demands, as he looks up at me.

“No I’m fine. Go back to bed” I argue, as I wave him away.

“There’s no fucking way I’m leaving you like this” he curses, and I’m shocked at his sudden angry tone.

He notices and softens, as he speaks again.

“Just let me help you” he pleads, looking into my eyes, and I give up.

I raise my hand and cloth from the wound, revealing to to him.

“Who did this to you?” He ask as he removes the cloth slowly from my hand.

I let him.

“Water wraiths” I answer, as he moves his hand to my shirt.

He lifts it slightly higher, and I shiver as his fingers grazes my skin lightly.

He looks up into my eyes asking for permission to tend to my wound.

I just give him a slight nod, and he presses the cloth carefully onto my skin again.

I wince, as I grab onto his shoulder in reaction.

He cleans the wound thoroughly, and patches me up. He even uses some of his own magic to soothe out the pain.

As he’s finished I immediately feel relief wash over me.

“You’re gonna have to see a healer tomorrow” he says a he takes the alcohol and cloth into the bathroom.

“I will. After I talk to Rhys” I tell him.

“He sent you on this dangerous mission?” He questions as he turns around to walk back into my bedroom.

I don’t answer him, and use my magic to change from fighting leathers into a simple nightgown.

I let my hair stay in the messy braid it already is, before I crawl into my bed.

“Goodnight Azriel, and thank you” I say as I get comfortable.

He sighs and heads over to my door. He halts before walking out.

“Anytime you need me, I’m here. No matter what it is” he says, and I don’t get to respond before he vanishes out of my room, closing the door behind him.

I try not to think about it, as I close my eyes, waiting for sleep to pull me in. And eventually it does.

*next morning*

I open my eyes to sunlight beaming through my curtains. I shift to sit up in my bed.

As I lift my nightgown, I notice that my wound has worsened overnight. Although the throbbing sensation isn’t as bad as it was last night. Thanks to Azriel.

I get out of bed, and pull on some pants, as well as a red loose linen shirt, also pulling on a pair of simple black boots.

I look in the mirror to spot my hair a mess, so I take out the braid, and twist my hair into a messy bun, using a large hair pin to secure it.

Then I decide to head downstairs.

As I walk down, I hear some grumbling and clinking of metal, sounding from the kitchen.

I walk into the living room, and further into the kitchen, where I spot Azriel, cooking food.

That’s something I never thought I’d see.

He must notice my presence, because he turns his head slightly to the side, sliding his eyes over my body.

I can’t help but feel tingles as he roams his gaze over me.

“You feeling better?” He asks as he turns his head back around.

I debate whether I should tell him about the spreading of the wound or not. But I do, as he’s probably gonna demand to see it anyways.

“A little yeah, your magic helped a lot with the pain. But the poison has spread” I say, sitting down at the small kitchen table.

“Let me see it” he demands as expected, turning his full body around to face me.

I sigh, and lift up my shirt to the expose the infected wound.

He curses under his breath, and strides over to where I’m sitting.

“I’m gonna kill Rhys for letting this happen to you” he says angrily.

“Az it’s fine. I chose to go. Rhys didn’t force me” I explain to him.

“You got hurt y/n. Badly” he looks into my eyes.

He’s standing in front of me, making me look up at him.

“I told you, I’m fine” I say again.

He lifts my chin up slightly, placing a hand under it.

“I’m coming with you to the town house” he says and walks away, back to whatever he’s cooking.

I sigh, knowing I won’t be able to stop him. If he wants to come, he’s gonna come.

——————

Me and Az are standing in the living room in the town house with Rhys.

“Why did you let her leave when you knew how dangerous it was?” Azriel asks Rhys mad.

He’s been cursing out Rhys for the past five minutes now, for letting me go on a mission with him. I’ve been trying to stop Az but he won’t listen to me.

“Azriel. She wanted to go herself. And I’m sorry she got hurt. But you can’t put this on me” Rhys says calmly, trying to reason with Az.

“I don’t fucking care! This IS your fault! If it was Feyre that got hurt, how would you have reacted then huh?” Az argues, but Rhys is just standing with his arms crossed over his chest.

“Do not bring Feyre into this” Rhys warns.

“Bring me into what?” A soft voice asks from behind.

We all turn our heads to spot Feyre, Mor, Nesta and Cassian all standing in the hallway, looking at us.

“It’s nothing guys…” I try to tell them.

“Then why does Azriel look like he’s gonna rip Rhys’s head off?” Cassian asks confused.

I sigh heavily, taking a deep breath.

“Rhys sent y/n on a dangerous mission and almost got her killed. And then he doesn’t even care” Azriel explains to them, and they all turn their heads to Rhys.

“He’s being over dramatic. Y/n wanted to go herself” Rhys tries to explain calmly to the others.

“Over dramatic? Have you seen her fucking wound?” Azriel curses, very angry.

Everyone looks shocked at Azriel’s swearing. He’s the quiet type, and rarely gets angry in front of others. Especially angry with us.

“Az…please calm down..” I say breaking the silence.

“I won’t calm down when you could have died y/n” he yells at me.

“Why are you yelling at me? I’m just trying to talk to you” I answer a little annoyed at him for yelling at me, when it’s Rhys he’s actually angry with.

He doesn’t answer and just tries to steady his breathing instead. Then Cassian walks over to me.

“Let me see your injury y/n…” he tells me quietly, to not trigger Azriel.

I lift up my shirt to show the infected wound, spreading more and more over my body.

He slaps his hand over his mouth, as he looks at it, and the girls run over to see how bad it is. They too look scared as they inspect the wound.

“Rhys this is not a normal wound. I think she’s been poisoned” Feyre says as she looks at her mate.

He walks over to me to see it for himself, and raises his eyebrows in shock as he sees it.

“Fuck. I’m sorry y/n. I shouldn’t have let you go on that mission for me” he apologizes.

“No it’s fine, I wanted to myself” I tell him, and he gives me an apologetic smile.

“Azriel please don’t be mad at him for this…” I say as I look over at him.

“Az come on man…we’ll take her to a healer” Cassian adds as well, trying to get his attention.

I sigh, moving away from the others and walking over to him.

He’s standing with his arms crossed over his chest, and I move my hands to them, to untuck his tight grip.

As I touch his arms, he rests a little into me, letting me touch him.

“You promised you’d go with me to the healer…” I say at a desperate attempt to get his attention.

Finally he looks up at me.

“Fine. But we’re leaving now” he agrees, but doesn’t show any emotion.

The others don’t say anything as he strides to the front door to leave as fast as he can.

I wait to follow him, turning my attention to the others.

“I’ll talk to him alright? He’ll be fine, he just needs to calm down” I tell them.

They nod their heads, and I move the front door, to leave with Az.

——————

We arrive at the healer, and a kind fae named Victoria inspects my wound.

I am sitting on a medical bed, while Azriel is standing in the corner, arms crossed over his chest.

“Your wound has been poisoned” Victoria says as she touches my skin slightly.

“Yeah we kind of figured that part out ourselves” I joke slightly.

She touches my wound and I wince.

“I’m sorry” she says, pulling away.

“It’s fine, just help me please” I say, stealing a quick glance over at Azriel.

His face is blank, watching every movement.

Victoria walks over to a little table, grabbing some herbs and medicine, before walking back over to me.

“I’ll put these herbs on your wound, and it should heal in about a week. I will also give you these pills for the pain. And I would highly advise you to take it slow, and not do anything to livid, so it can heal faster” she tells me, putting the herbs on the infected wound.

I nod my head in understanding.

“I’ll be careful, and postpone any energetic exercises until it’s fully healed” I tell her.

She smiles warmly at me.

“Should anything go wrong, you come to me alright?” She asks as she bandages up my wound again.

“Of course” I smile at her, standing up from the bed.

I walk over to the door and Azriel follows me.

“Oh and remember to change your bandage daily” she adds quickly, and I nod again, before walking out of her little office.

Me and Azriel walk into the sunny streets of Velaris, and a light breeze blows by.

“See I told you it was fine” I say, trying to lighten Azriel’s mood.

“You got lucky” he answers coldly, and I roll my eyes.

“Are you still in a mood? Stop being so over dramatic” I say as I turn to look at him.

“I’m not over dramatic. I’m just being protective. I hate seeing you hurt” he tells me and I feel my heart jump a beat at his words.

“Well I’m glad you care about me Az, but I don’t want you to flip out on everyone because I got hurt” I say, as I cross my arms over my chest.

He doesn’t say anything, and just looks down at the ground in silence.

I sigh.

“Can we go back to the town house now? And can you please promise me that you won’t stay mad at Rhys?” I ask him, and he looks up at me.

“I promise to try” he answers me, and I sigh in defeat, knowing that’s the best answer I’ll get.

Then we walk back, heading towards the town house.

——————

“We’re back!” I yell as we enter the town house.

I take off my shoes and coat and walk into the living room, where I find all of them chatting amongst themselves.

“Y/n how’d it go?” Rhys asks as Azriel comes up behind me.

“It went fine actually. The nurse put some herbs on my wound to kill the poison, and some pills for the pain. But it should be healed in about a week” I say smiling softly at him.

“That’s great y/n” Feyre tells me, and I smile at her too.

Rhys looks at Azriel staring behind me, and guilt flashes his face.

“Az…can we please squash it. It’s my fault I know. I shouldn’t have sent y/n on that mission” he says, looking at Azriel.

I hear Az sighing behind me, placing a gentle hand on my back, before speaking.

“Just don’t do it again” he says, accepting Rhys’s apology.

Rhys smiles contently.

Then I spit Cassian looking at the hand Azriel’s placed on my back, and he smirks.

Azriel notices Cassian too, and immediately pulls his hand back.

Cassian just chuckles at his reaction.

“Why don’t we go to Rita’s tonight? I think we all need it” I suggest.

“Can you drink with your injury?” Mor asks looking at me.

“Yeah as long as I don’t drink too much I should be fine. Tell you what I’ll be the responsible parent tonight” I answer.

“You know I could actually get down for that” Feyre agrees.

“Me too” Nesta adds.

“Me three” Cassian says, agreeing with everything his mate says.

The others nod in agreement as well.

“Okay great. We leave in thirty” I say, and walk towards the stairs, to go upstairs and get ready.

——————

I’m wearing a short, black, backless glitter dress, with some black heels. I’ve got my hair hanging down in loose waves, and some golden hoops in my ears.

I head downstairs to where the others are standing. Mor is wearing a red, satin, slit dress. Feyre is wearing a midnight blue, strapless dress. And Nesta is wearing an all black one, with long sleeves.

All the guys are clothed in the same black dress pants and shirts. The top buttons undone to show their muscular chests.

”Mor I love your dress” I smile at her.

“Thanks babes. You look hot ” she winks back.

“Yeah you look beautiful y/n” Azriel adds as well.

I look at him, kind of surprised at this sudden compliment. The others have the same reaction, as they look between us.

“Thanks Az…” I say awkwardly.

Feyre spots the obvious tension, and decides to interfere”

“Let’s go shall we?”

Rhys nods his head and opens the door, and we all leave.

——————

Azriel

I watch y/n as she dances and laughs with the other girls. She looks absolutely stunning, I can’t tear my eyes away from her.

I should have never anything earlier, although she didn’t seem to bother.

“Hey Az…you might wanna avert your gaze somewhere else for a while” Rhys says from beside me, in our little booth.

“What” I turn to look at him.

“You’ve been watching y/n like a hawk for the last thirty minutes now” he answers, smirking a little.

“What are you talking about?” I ask, even though I know he’s right.

“Az you’re completely eye fucking her” Cassian says as well, and I roll my eyes.

“I am not” I snap at him.

“Whatever you say” he grins.

I roll my eyes at him again, standing up.

“Where are you going?” Rhys asks confused.

“To get a drink” I answer shortly, and stride for the bar.

Y/n

“I’m tired can we sit down?” Feyre asks as another song comes on.

“Yeah I’m tired too” Mor adds.

“Yeah okay” I say, and we walk out of the crowd.

I head towards our little booth, where Cassian and Rhys are both sitting. No Azriel though.

“Hey, you guys done already?” Cassian asks as Nesta sits down next to him.

“You try to dance for an hour straight” she snaps at him, and he just laughs, placing a hand on her thigh.

“Hey where’s Azriel?” Feyre asks, taking a seat next to her mate.

Mor moves next to Feyre and I move next to Nesta.

“He said he was getting a drink, but he’s been gone for a while now” Rhys answers, looking out in the crowd for him.

“Azriel never drinks” I say, as I take a sip of Cassian’s from the table.

“Hey” he snaps at me, but I just glare at him.

“Maybe you should go looking for him y/n” Nesta says, looking at me.

“Why me?” I ask her.

“Because no one else wants to” she answers shortly.

“Fine…” I sigh, and get up.

I walk over to the crowd again to see if I spot him. I try to look over all the dancing bodies, but I can’t see him. Instead I take a quick look over at the bar, but I don’t find him there either.

I stand up on my tiptoes, searching for him, when I feel a pair of two large hands on my waist.

I turn around quickly, to find two drunken hazel eyes staring at me.

“Azriel” I say in surprise, as he’s standing very close.

We’re in the middle of the crowd, with several sweaty bodies pressed up against each other, making very little space for us.

He keeps his hands on my waist, while trailing his eyes all over my body. I blush slightly at his gaze, but try to hide it.

His grip tightens, and he pulls me into him, making my hands go to his chest in support.

Then he angels his head, moving his gaze to my lips. His fingers trace the bare back that’s not covered by my dress, and I slightly shiver.

“Azriel what are you doing…” I say lowly, as his fingers trail over my bare skin.

He doesn’t respond and instead moves his head to my ear, whispering.

“You look beautiful my love…”

I feel heat rise to my cheeks again at his words.

“You’re drunk” I respond slowly.

“I still think you’re absolutely divine” he speaks again and I don’t move.

He moves away from my ear, only for his face to be inches from mine.

My breathing gets heavy and I struggle to keep eye contact. What is happening to me?

“We should head back to the others…” I tell him.

“Should we?” He questions, looking at my lips again.

“Yes…” I breathe out, pulling away from him hesitantly.

He lets go of me, and I turn away, walking away from the crowd once again.

I can feel him following me, so I don’t stop.

As we reach our booth, the others turn to look at me. And Azriel, who comes up next to me, placing a hand on my waist.

“I see you found him” Rhys says, gazing towards the hand on my waist.

“Uh yes I did” I respond, moving to sit next to Nesta again.

“I can’t believe I’m even saying this. But is Azriel drunk?” Mor asks, grinning a little, as she looks at him.

“Mhm…” I nod in reply.

Her grin turns even wider, and I see the others mouths turning up as well.

Then Azriel decides to move next to me, despite the also empty spot next to Mor, and sits down.

He doesn’t seem embarrassed, as he moves as close as possible to me.

I shift in my seat nervously, as his body heat and scent radiates onto my own.

“Hey buddy, why are you clinging to y/n so much huh?” Cassian asks, a wide smirk plastered on his face, and I glare at him.

“Yeah Az, please elaborate on this sudden infatuation with our dear friend y/n here” Mor adds, and I shoot her a glare too.

“What do you mean sudden…” Azriel responds shortly, as he turns his head to her.

Feyre and Mor gasp in shock, and Nesta chuckles as I blush badly.

“She’s so beautiful…” he mumbles, pushing some hair off my shoulder.

I sit completely still, as I feel his piercing gaze on me.

I hear Cassian struggle not to laugh his ass off, and I see the others grinning like hell.

“Hey Az…maybe we should go back” I say, turning to look at him.

“No don’t leave yet” Mor whines.

“No it’s fine, I’ll take him with me to my cottage. I promised to be the responsible parent right?” I say smiling a little.

“Maybe she’s right. I think Azriel needs to go to bed” Rhys agrees.

“Fine…” Mor sighs in defeat, and I smile a little.

Then I turn to Azriel again, moving to stand up. He rises from his seat, and I follow.

“Come on big guy…” I say as I link my arm in his and walk for the exit.

“Have fun!” Cassian winks and I flip him off.

The others laugh as I lead Azriel out of Rita’s.

——————

We arrive at my small cottage and I stumble us inside.

I flip off my heels and drag Azriel with me upstairs. Then I lead him into his bedroom and sit him on the bed.

As I try to walk away, he grabs my waist, pulling me in between his legs. I steady my hands on his shoulders in response.

He then rubs circles with his thumbs in soothing motion, and I tug my hair behind my ears.

His hands move up to my waist and up to my bare back again, pushing me closer to him. My thighs are touching his, and my hands have moved to rest comfortably on his neck and shoulders.

“I’m sorry for making you angry” he apologizes.

“I’m not angry Az” I answer him.

“You’re not?” He questions.

“No. I was annoyed with you, but not anymore” I tell him, as I move a hand to stroke his cheek.

He smiles slightly.

“Good”

One of his hands move to my neck, pulling it down towards his face. I follow his lead, leaning down.

He moves my face slowly towards his, before brining his lips to mine softly.

I’m taken back by surprise, but don’t hold back, as I get more comfortable. I decide to sit on his lap, and he immediately places his hands on my waist to keep me in place.

I kiss him passionately, keeping my hands on his face, to cup his cheeks.

But then I realize what I’m doing and pull away.

“Shit I shouldn’t have done that” I say, standing up from his lap.

“No y/n wait-“

“No you need to go to bed Azriel” I cut him off, striding towards the door.

“Y/n please” I hear him beg behind me, but I continue to walk out and into my own room.

When I get into my own bedroom, I shut the door closed, and throw myself on the bed.

I slip off my dress, and put an oversized t-shirt to sleep in. Then I force myself to go to sleep, pushing away all my feelings. And also the fact that Azriel is my fucking mate.

——————

I wake up and walk down into the kitchen. Azriel hasn’t woken up yet luckily.

I decide to grab some juice from the fridge, and drink straight from the bottle, before I hear steps entering the kitchen.

I don’t even turn around as his presence fills the room.

“Good morning…” he says quietly, heading over to where I’m standing.

“Morning” I respond shortly, not turning around.

He reaches the fridge and I turn around to face the counter, as he moves past me.

“Y/n about last night…I’m sorry” he starts to apologize.

“For what?” I ask boldly, my back still facing him.

“For leading you on, and making you kiss me. It was foolish of me” he admits, and I can feel him standing close.

“I wanted to kiss you” I say turning around, and leaning my back against the counter.

He only raises his eyebrows in shock and confusion.

“You were drunk, I just didn’t wanna take advantage of you” I continue, sitting up on the counter, my feet dangling off the edge.

My t-shirt is only long enough to cover my ass, so when I sit, it rises up my thighs. Azriel takes a notice of this and steals a glance at the bare skin of my thighs, before speaking.

“Well I appreciate that but uhm…actually I…” he stutters as he talks. Unusual.

“You what…” I urge for him to keep going.

He only walks closer to me, placing his hands on my thighs. I shiver at his touch, knowing his shadows can sense it.

“Say it Azriel…” I tell him as I wrap my arms around his neck.

“You’re my…” he hesitates.

I pull him closer to me, so our noses are barely touching.

“Mate” I finish for him, smashing my lips onto his.

He doesn’t think twice as his hands move to my waist, pulling me closer to him.

I keep my hands on his neck, running my fingers through his hair, as I kiss him passionately.

He’s so fucking good at this. His hands dig into my sides, and he opens his mouth, so I can slide my tongue in. And I do.

He kisses me more roughly, pulling and tugging at my shirt. His teeth graze my bottom lip as he slightly nibbles.

I pull away to catch my breath, only for him to crash his lips onto my neck instead.

I push my hair to one side, as he trails his tongue over my skin. Then he decides to start sucking instead. I let out a silent moan as he bites into my neck.

With that he pushes into me even more, making our lower abdomens graze each other.

“Y/n…” he groans, and I wrap my legs around his torso.

I pull his head up from my neck, so we’re face to face.

We make eye contact, and I move my hand to push some hair out of his face. Then I cup his cheeks, and lean in to place my forehead on his.

I close my eyes, and breathe in his scent and presence.

His hands rest on my hips, with my legs still wrapped loosely around him.

“I’m sorry…” he whispers.

I raise my head and open my eyes.

“For what?” I ask confused.

“For being such an idiot. I shouldn’t have let you get hurt, but I definitely shouldn’t have lashed out like I did. It’s just that you mean the world to me. If you get hurt, I get hurt. If you die, I die” he answers.

I can’t help but feel bad for him. He’s genuinely hurting because of this.

“Azriel…you mean the world to me too. Believe me, I wouldn’t have held back if you got inured either. It just upset me that you didn’t listen to me when I told you it was fine” I say, stroking his cheek soothingly with my thumb.

“I know love…and I promise I’ll listen you next time. Can you forgive me?” He asks, regret shining his eyes.

“There is nothing to forgive…” I answer, leaning in slowly to give his lips a comforting kiss.

He doesn’t stop me as I kiss him. This time the kiss is not filled with lust and hunger, but pure love and longing.

As I pull away again, I keep my hands on his neck, and he keeps mine on my hips.

“Breakfast?” I ask him softly, trailing fingers through his hair.

“Mhm” he nods, and leans in to give another quick and loving kiss.

We both smile through the kiss, and I feel every part of my body relaxing at his touch.

——————

“You know we’re gonna get bullied for centuries for this?” I say, as I take a bite of my fried egg toast.

“Oh trust me I know…Cassian is going to be a big pain in the ass to say the least” Azriel replies, as he eats too.

“As long as I get to have you all for mysel” I say, a hint of seduction in my voice.

He just cocks an eyebrow at me knowingly, and I take another bite of my food.

“We don’t have anything important planned today right…” he asks, not looking up at me, as he sips his juice.

“No I don’t think so…why?” I ask curiously.

He just shrugs, and I give him a playful look.

“I’m glad you moved in here with me…” I say, finishing my food.

“Me too…” he trails off as he also finishes up.

I grab my plate and cup, heading over to the sink to wash it. I hear Azriel following me from behind.

As I wash my dishes, he comes up behind me, placing his own in the sink. I wash his too, as his hands start to roam my body.

Still wearing my t-shirt, he presses into my back, running his hands up my thighs. I can already fell my body aching for him.

I truly underestimated the whole mating thing. When Rhys and Feyre told me they basically fucked each other with no breaks for a week, I only laughed at them. But now I want nothing more than to let Azriel do the same to me.

As his hands smoothes over my bare skin, a shiver runs down my spine. He lifts my t-shirt up to my waist, exposing my underwear.

One of his hands trail under my shirt, up towards my breast, while the other goes to my ass.

I lean my head slightly back, closing my eyes. His lips move to the bare skin of my neck, licking and kissing.

When his hand finally reaches my breast, he cups it, running his finger smoothly over the already hardened nipple.

I let out a slight moan, as he touches the sensitive spot. He just smirks into my neck, as he starts to suck it.

My hands find their way to the counter, grabbing it harshly, my knuckles turning white.

I continue to let out several whimpers and slight moans, as his hand and tongue devour me.

Then his hips grind into my backside. His bulge grazing into my ass. With that we both let out loud moans.

——————

“I thought we had nothing planned today…” I breathe out as Azriel’s head in between my legs.

“We didn’t. But apparently Rhys did…” he murmurs into my skin.

“I’m gonna kill him” I say, thinking about the dinner we have to attend in one hour.

“Me and you both” Azriel agrees, before sliding his tongue into me, earning a loud moan.

——————

“Geez I can practically smell what you’ve been doing from over here” Cassian says, putting a hand over his nose jokingly.

Me and Azriel just landed in the front veranda of the House of Wind, all dressed up for the dinner Rhys insisted we have.

I shoot Cassian a death glare, bumping into him on purpose as I walk past him.

“For your own sake. Keep your mouth shut Cass” I hear Azriel tell him as he follows me inside.

Everyone is seated at the dinner table, all dressed up. I take a seat next to Nesta, Azriel sitting next to me. Cassian comes in a moment later, sitting himself beside his mate.

I suddenly notice everyone staring and grinning at me and Azriel. Of course they know. They’re our family.

“You enjoyed yourself today?” Rhys smirks widely.

“I will literally murder you” I threaten him, but he just laughs.

“Your bond is really fucking strong. It almost makes me dizzy” Mor adds, looking over at me and Azriel.

I knew the mating bond was strong, but not as strong as they’re implying.

“It enhances itself once it’s been fulfilled. That’s why we can sense it so easily” Amren explains, looking between me and Az.

“Well I wanna say congratulations y/n and Azriel. You both deserve it” Feyre smiles at us both.

She is way too kind to be mated with the arrogant, baby high lord, Rhys.

“Thank you” Azriel smiles slightly at her.

“So how did it all happen? What made you finally give in?” Rhys asks, as he pours himself some wine.

“Do you need to know all the details?” I raise my eyebrows at him.

He just smirks at me, taking a sip of his drink.

“It was me” Azriel speaks up from beside me.

Everyone turns their heads to him, including me.

“What do you mean Az?” Mor questions.

“My stupid drunken ass kissed her when we got home from Rita’s” he tells everyone.

Several gasps echoes through the room. I myself let out a little sound of surprise.

“Damn Az…I don’t expect that. How did you handle that y/n?” Cassian asks me.

They’re all looking at me. Awaiting my response.

“I kissed him back. Only for a few seconds though until I got my shit together” I say.

“And then you just went to sleep?” Nesta ask confused.

I nod my head at her.

The other seem kind of confused as well, looking at us weirdly.

“And then when I woke up, I kissed her again. But she didn’t resist me that time” Azriel smiles proudly.

I roll my eyes, and hit him in the arm playfully. He just stifles a laugh.

“And then what…” Feyre asks intrigued.

Rhys raises his eyebrows at his mate’s sudden interest. But she just keeps her gaze on me and Azriel.

“And then the bond snapped together. I think you know what happens next…” I say, grinning a bit at the last part.

Azriel goes red out of embarrassment at my slight exposing. Cassian just throws his head back with laughter, and the others snicker as well.

“Well I just lost my appetite” Amren says, pushing her plate away.

“Please like you were gonna eat any of that anyways” Mor tells her, still kind of laughing.

Amren just rolls her eyes and glares at her, but Mor doesn’t seem a tiny bit bothered.

As the laughter quiets down, everyone starts pouring food onto their plates. Except for Amren. And the conversation flows back to other things.

Azriel puts his hand on my thigh, letting it rest there. And I don’t feel a tiny bit uncomfortable, as I let it stay there for the rest of the dinner.

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How about hands/fingers kink (not sure if this sort of kink even exist 😅)

Oh, it does. Ask anyone in the SAS, finger/hand kink sure does exist...

"Delicious"

Forced to stay over in a small town during a snow squall, you and Loki share a finger-licking good meal by the fire.

Content Warning (18+): smut, finger-licking, fingering...fingers Word Count: ~600

“At least they deliver in this weather,” you said between bites of chicken wing, hot sauce smeared all over your hands even after repeated attempts to wipe it away. “I thought we were going to have to eat the furniture if the blizzard didn’t let up!”

You sat on the floor in front of the roaring fireplace in your hotel room, eating crappy chicken wings from the only place in the tiny town you were stranded in that had remained open during a somewhat-sudden nor’easter. The wings were overdone and slathered in hot sauces to the point of such excess that Loki had tucked a napkin into his collar, and you’d already gone through every paper towel that the receptionist could find. 

Loki shrugged. “I suppose. I would rather be back at headquarters dining on something a bit less…slimy?”

Cringing, you quickly expressed your displeasure.. “Ew, don't call it that. ‘Slimy’ makes me think of slugs. It’s…saucy.” 

A thought invaded your mind: I could be “saucy” right now. 

You were glaring at Loki’s hands, also covered in dressing, as he attempted to look like a prince while dining on cheap pub fare that he could use for paint. In spite of the mess between his fingers, his hands captivated you. They were sculpted, strong, and graceful, which you imagined came from his years of studying how to do magic with those hands. 

You could practically feel the spots on your skin where he could tuck those long, nimble digits. And those perfectly-kept nails, that were just long enough for him to gently run down your back, targeting the ticklish spot you had just above your ass. 

And oh, how far inside you they could go, how intimately they could examine the ever-growing heat between your thighs. Your minds was drifting further and further away as the fantasy grew: tapping on your clit, tracing circles around your swollen lips, digging deeply into you before--

“--uh, Agent?”

Loki had noticed your stares. Raising a pleasantly curious eyebrow, he taunted you in the manner he secretly knew turned you on. “Do my hands fascinate you?”

You felt the embarrassment paint itself all over your face. 

“Oh. no need to feel ashamed,” he said, turning his intrigued face into a dark, sensual, hungry grin. “Please admire them. Each finger is a master of its craft, worthy of only the most elite sorcerers.”

He shifted over, sitting next to you, hips touching. Without breaking eye contact, he pulled the sauce-smeared napkin out of his collar and threw it over his shoulder before leaning over you, boldly. You leaned back, afraid to blink. 

“Now that we’re through supper, how about a spot of dessert before bed?”

Taking two of his fingers, he ran them, sauce and all, gently over your lips, using the tips to pry them open just enough to insert them into your mouth. 

Unable to help yourself, you moaned into his hand, which gave him an almost-instantaneous erection. “Fuck, do that again!” he commanded. 

You rolled your tongue around them and sucked them as far into your mouth as you could. Loki watched with almost predatorial interest. The sight of you nursing on his fore and middle fingers was making his cock twitch violently. Soon it would bust out of his pants if he weren’t careful. 

“I don’t know whether to throw you onto the bed or keep you here, looking pretty and desperate, forever.”

Without removing his fingers, you spoke as clearly as you could manage: “Bowff is gwood.” 

“I figured,” grinned Loki, slowly extracting his fingers, soaked in your saliva. “Perhaps now you’ll return the favor and let me taste that delectable little cunt of yours? I'm still hungry!”

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[12:14] boxer!san × nurse!reader

⇀ he's your favourite outlaw and it's not because of his rugged charm, surprisingly it's because of how tender he actually is

⇁ bouncy killed me istfg

⇁ happy sannie day ❣️❣️

genre : boxer!au, romance, outlaw!ateez

wc : 1.8 k

It didn't take much for you to recognize him.

Even with his body sitting down and leaning on the stairs as he faced the floor, you could easily recognize that it was him.

You wanted to greet him as you usually would, but as you got closer, you noticed something weird about him. His back was moving in a rhythmical manner like how he usually would when he was breathing but it was slower than usual. The closer you get, the more you realize that he had cuts on his arm and some bruises.

"Oh my God, San," you called, rushing to his side as quickly as you could, your fatigue from 12 hours shift suddenly went away at the sight of his bloodied tank top. You knelt in front of him and peeked up to see that he had his eyes closed and eyebrows furrowed but he wasn't responsive. Usually, at the sound of your voice, the flirt would throw you a lazy gaze and a Cheshire-like grin that would make you blush and sputter. But seeing him in this unresponsive position actually scared you. You genuinely felt like something was wrong and knowing that he was an underground fighter makes the situation even worse for you.

"San, can you hear me?" you asked as you made an initial assessment, hands brushing his bangs out of his eyes to look at his face. From the get-go, you could see that he had a bruised cheekbone, a busted lip, and possibly a concussion. You can only imagine what his body must be like. And you meant that as in the bruises on his torso and not how it must look. Because you know damn well it's sculpted as fuck from the many times he walked past you and intentionally flashed you his abs.

You tried lifting his head up but he let out a grunt and shook his head. "Too bright," he complained.

Understanding this, you nodded and moved to sit next to him closely as you brought one of his arms and rest it on your shoulder. "I need to take you to my apartment so I can properly tend to your wounds. Do you think you can move?" true to his mannerism, he chuckled and leaned his head to the crook of your neck like a feline seeking contact, "How 'bout you give me some sugar first? That might help me gain some strength." You automatically rolled your eyes at his remark but you had to admit his words made you feel better because at least you know that he was fine. "Okay big guy, we're moving you," you stated as you started pulling him up and leading him to the elevator. "Big guy? Have you been checking me out, pretty?" he teased. You kept quiet thought because a. yes, and b. he needs to shut up.

The elevator ride up was thankfully not that hard as San was holding his own weight for the most part, you just guide him so he wouldn't sway or even fall down. He also stayed quiet which concerned you but you were just glad that he was still moving. Sure, he stumbled slightly as he got into your apartment, but other than that, he settled down on your couch easily and even respectfully towards your cat.

You rushed to get the first aid kit that you always kept stocked in your bedroom, knowing that San and his roommate, Wooyoung, would sometimes come knocking in after a night of fighting be it in the ring or in an alley with people they messed with. So it wasn't really a surprise to go back to your living room to see your tabby cat, Taco, splayed on San's lap looking like he just found the comfiest bed ever. You obviously wouldn't mind trying but for now, you just wanted to make sure that San was alright.

"Taco, move away from Sannie, mommy needs to clean him," you called out as you sat next to San. But Taco, in all his absolute pettiness, simply lift his head up and stared dead straight into your eyes as if challenging you as he fluff up San's thighs with his pudgy paws. You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at your hellraiser with equal challenge, letting him know that he was not the boss of you. When he didn't move his chubby butt, you were forced to deliver the last blow, "Or else no snacks." That seemed to speak to him on a profound level as he jumped off after giving you one last dirty look and retreated into your bedroom. "Sorry about him," you grinned sheepishly, taking San's hand into your lap as you began cleaning the first wound your eyes fell on. San couldn't even feel the pain of his wound getting cleaned anymore, so instead of worrying over the result of the last night's fight, he focused his eyes o you, "No worries, I like him. And I love the fact that you called me Sannie to Taco which leads me to believe that you might have been talking about me to him a lot," he teased.

Your eyes widened at his (very accurate) assumption and you wanted to believe that he didn't notice the blush that bloomed on your face, an absolute testament to what this man could do to you without doing much. "So," you cleared your throat, "What happened?" you asked, changing the topic before he could tease you more. "What else do you think? I won," he boasted, proud that he made bank from his hard night's work.

Though it was a good thing that he won, you couldn't help but sigh in disappointment hearing that he went rounds upon rounds to secure his achievement. "I worry about you," you blurted out, turning around to get betadine and a cotton pad to dress his wound properly. Though San had a confident look on his face, he could feel his heart skipped a beat at your confession. "Why so?" He asked, hopeful. Without lookinf up at him, you answered casually, "Because I don't like seeing you getting hurt like this," but even in that tone, San could sense that you were being genuine.

In all honesty, San teased you because he thought that was the only way he could get your attention. Sure he had hoped that the the spare glances you threw at him were actually sincerely from your heart but he can't convince himself that someone with a legitimate career like you would want to have anything to do with a bloodied bastard who beat people up for money. So San settled for the lowest expectation because that's what peope always expect of the underdog anyways. But your words were shaking his belief down like a stickhouse in an elephant stampede, which goes to show how strong San's resolve is towards you and it's bad. He was down bad. Part of him was glad that you seemed to want to keep an arm's length from him but part of him want to be in your lap at night, having your fingers card through his hair softly as you told him again and again how glad you were that he was able to come home in one piece. Because that's what he actually want, a home.

San's mind was snapped back into reality when he noticed you were snapping your fingers in front of his face and calling out his name. "San??" You called out again with furrowed eyebrows, "Shit, I think you're having a concussion," you muttered, moving your position so that his body was straight, facing forward. "Eh?" San blinked confusedly with a slightly tilted head, looking so much like Taco whenever you brought a jinggly toy near him. Thankfully you were too busy making sure San didn't have brain damage to blush and sputter, trying to do your job as best as you could for him. You situated yourself at a fair distance, not to close yet not too far and you put both of your hands between you and him and held out a finger each. "Can you see my fingers clearly?" With your best effort, you tried to suppress the fact that you were very much worried about him because it wasn't your time to show emotions and ended up having him worry over you instead. Looking at your fingers, San did a double take before his relaxed-confused look turned into disbelief-confused, "Are you flipping me off?" He scoffed. Almost immediately you let out a sigh of relief before straightening up and nodded, "I had to get a reaction out of you, you were mumbling about a parrot talking about chilli peppers when you were zoning out, I had to know if it was concussion or perhaps you took something."

Just as you were about to turn around to get a damp rag, San pulled you with his powerful strength, causing you to yelp and freeze when you realized that you had fell into a particularly compromising position. Your hands were on his strong, broad shoulders with your left leg bent and resting on the outside of San's right thigh and the other in between his spread legs while San had one hand on your wrist and the other on your waist with a confident, lazy smile on his face. God how much you want to wipe that grin off his face. With your own lips.

"Baby, why would I take drugs when a moment with you gets me high for days?" And of course he had to make your stomach flip by pecking you gently on the nose. Your breath hitched and a small squeak escaped from your clamped mouth, not knowing what to do other than stare at him with wide eyes. San seemed amused at how you reacted however, pulling away and leaning back against the couch with arms spread wide, the confident bastard.

For a moment you sputtered, eyes darting everywhere but San's face before remembering what you wanted to get merely moments ago. You somehow found the strength to stand on your two feet and turn to the kitchen but not before tripping on your feet slightly and almost falling. You didn't even have to turn to know that San was looking at you amusedly, delighting in how affected you were by him but this time it wasn't because he just wanted to see a reaction out of you. He was seeing you in the light of someone he had a chance of having normalcy with. So while you were cursing yourself for being a klutz, San was enjoying the domestic fantasy in his head.

That was until loud knocks were heard from your front door that was followed by a very familiar screeching voice that made Taco jump out and hiss at the direction.

"CHOI SAN YOU LITTLE BITCH YOU LEFT ME IN THE DUMPSTER!!"

So much for domestic peace.

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Unpredictable, Part 2-Limoreau x black!fem!reader fic

A/N: Thanks for all the love on the first part! I decided to use feminine and masculine pronouns to refer to Jordan when they are in those respective forms but they/them when referring to them as a person (it'll make sense when you read it). Also, I accidentally made it a slow burn.

Warnings: Drug and alcohol use, swearing, and sensuality.

Word count: 6.6k

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Getting ready to go out could be stressful but it was meditative for me. The extra care in the shower, paying more attention to how I applied lotion and other skincare to my skin, and taking my time with my makeup was like a mini therapy session. Twice’s “Moonlight Sunrise” filled my room as I carefully sprayed braid spray on sections of my scalp. When I was halfway done with my edges, my phone started buzzing.

E: Are u busy?

I quickly typed back, Kind of but what’s up?

E: Can you come by my dorm ASAP? M needs help getting ready 2 go out.

I nearly messed up my edges over her words despite my previous premonition. While the premonition did not have to come true or mean anything, the buzzing underneath my skin would not stop. Though I tried seven times, I could not get anything else about what would happen tonight.

If only you were stronger, a voice hissed in the back of my head.

It was irritating not being able to see what I wanted when I wanted but, that was a large reason I applied to Godolkin in the first place. This was the place where supes perfected their abilities, whether they got into the Seven or not.  So, with years of practice under my belt, I shoved all the thoughts deep down into my subconscious and texted Emma that I would be there in about twenty minutes.

As I was heading downstairs, Alina, and Sasha, the third and fourth most important sorority members, were laughing and talking in the foyer. They both wore white crop tops and dark jeans with wedges.

Alina spotted me first and smiled. “Y/N, looking as amazing as usual.” Her dark brown hair was flat-ironed to frame her sculpted face.

“Oh my gosh, is that a Blumarine dress?” Sasha gushed, green eyes boring into the pink ruffle halter dress I wore.

“Yes, I’m so glad that I found it when I did,” I replied.

When I finally got to face them, I somehow felt as though they were looking down on me even though I was a couple of inches taller than all of them. Their bright veneers could fool anyone and did so on a regular basis.

“Where are you off to? A date?” Alina asked.

 It was always easier to lie to them.

 “Yes, he’s taking me to that sushi place off campus I’ve been dying to try,” I affirmed.

 “Is it Andre? That would make so much sense, you’d be such a cute couple!” Alina cheered.

 Sasha stepped towards me and placed her French-manicured hand on my shoulder. “Remember, Y/N, it’s important to have fun but you are a representative of Si Chi and you must uphold everything that means no matter the setting.”

Despite the smile and warmth in her eyes, I knew that there was a viper ready to strike at any second.  

I smiled. “I would not dream of doing anything else.”

“Great. Besides, you have to use your connections wisely.” She turned and waltzed back towards her friends, the scent of her Juicy perfume fresh in my nose.

“Do you two have plans tonight?” I asked.

Alina nodded. “We’re going to meet a few of the Phi Beta Pi girls and go to a kegger at Alpha Tau.”

Sounds horrible.

“Be safe and don’t forget that you’re representatives of the house,” I called over my shoulder as I made my way out of the house.

Seconds after Emma opened the door, her face fell.

“Of course, you’re also going out with the Top Five,” she joked while letting me in.

“I can text Cate and see if it’s cool if you come,” I offered.

Emma shook her head. “No, I’ll be okay.”

I narrowed my eyes at her too-wide smile and overeager eyes. As good as she was at comedic acting, she was a horrible liar. It would have been nice if she could have come along too.

“Next time, okay?”

“Sure, if I’m not busy.” Emma flipped her blonde bob and I laughed.

Then, I turned to Marie, who was standing on the other side of the room, looking at herself in the mirror. She was wearing a pair of flared blue pants with platform boots and a gold jacket. It was something I was positive Emma wore to one of the many graduation parties she insisted on attending.

“You look good,” I complimented.

Marie jumped and turned to me, raising her eyebrows at me. “Thanks, and you look…wow, um, really good.”

My stomach flipped at her words, and I mentally shook my head as I accepted her compliment. “You look ready to me so why did you summon me, Emma?”

“Because I’m bad at makeup,” Emma deadpanned as she flopped onto her desk chair. “But, you’re good at the whole looks-like-skincare-but-glam thing.”

I turned to Marie. “You don’t need makeup, though.”

“Neither do you but, I thought I would put in a little effort,” she admitted.

“Ooh, are you trying to impress someone? Luke’s ass really is that spectacular,” Emma sang while wiggling her eyebrows.

“Shut up!” Marie yelped, eyes widening.

 I laughed at her response and she glanced at me, looking sheepish. “If you insist, come lie down.” I gestured to her bed.

Marie followed my lead and I forced myself to exhale as normal as possible as I straddled her waist. I set my makeup bag within a reachable distance and started rifling for products.

“Do you have anything on your face now?” I asked.

“Uh, soap and lotion?” Marie replied.

I almost dropped my Fenty highlighter and stared at her. “You don’t have a skincare routine?”

Marie shook her head. “Is that bad?”

“Kind of, and it’s unfair since your skin is good.” I slowly set the items I wanted on the bed and turned back to her. “What kind of look are you going for?”

“Can you make her look like Rihanna?” Emma asked.

 “I can only do so much with makeup,” I called back.

“Something like what you have would be okay. Nothing too much,” Marie requested.

“Fine, just know I can’t do the exact same thing since we have different undertones and coloring. Just relax.”

Marie nodded and closed her eyes. I zoned out a bit as I carefully applied primer and concealer to her face and dusted highlighter on her cheeks.

“So, who invited you out?” I asked as I applied a light layer of gold eyeshadow to Marie’s eyelids.

“Oh, Andre. I ran into him earlier tonight and we kind of stopped a crazy guy together,” she recounted.

“Wait, what?” I sat up and Marie opened her eyes.

“Yeah, there was this guy running around talking about not going back to the woods,” Marie explained.

“Someone was off their meds, I mean that as sensitively as possible,” Emma commented.

 “And Andre and I stopped him from hurting himself or anyone else,” Marie concluded.

 Knowing Andre, he was definitely going to brag about it for most of the night. We got along fine but his pride got the better of him sometimes.

“Well, it looks like you’re already proving you should be in crim with me,” I asserted.

 Marie smiled slowly and I urged her to lay back down so that I could finish her makeup. She nearly head-butted me when I started spraying the setting spray, but my reflexes were too quick.

 “Chill, it’s setting spray,” Emma joked.

 “Sorry, I wasn’t expecting that,” Marie muttered.

 “I’ll warn you next time. But you are officially ready to go.” I slipped off her bed and pulled my strappy heels back on. “I’ll pick up my makeup bag later.”

 “Sounds good.” Emma jumped out of her chair and grabbed Marie’s hands. “Please remember to have fun because you’re not just doing this for you.”

  Marie laughed. “Okay, I’ll remember that.”

  I pulled their door open with one hand and grabbed Marie’s hand with the other. “And I’ll remember to make sure that you don’t do everything Emma would do.”

 Emma quirked a brow. “So, there’s a chance?”

 I rolled my eyes at my friend and tugged Marie into the hallway. As we walked, we passed some rooms with loud bass heavy music, and some making noises that I did not think were humanly possible. One made it hard for me to contain my laughter and I let out a snort.

 “Wow,” Marie commented.

  I apologized quickly.

  “There’s nothing to apologize for; I just didn’t think you were capable of making a noise like that.”

  As I moved to playfully nudge her, I realized that our hands were still clasped together. How long had it been, twenty or thirty seconds? That was longer than I held hands with anybody. I carefully let go of her hand.

  “My bad,” I apologized.

  “No, it’s fine,” she insisted.

   Nights like these were nice since the campus was mostly empty, save for the handful of students boldly wandering around campus inebriated. There was the occasional excited scream or cheer during our walk to the parking lot. At one point, Marie and I had to high-five some drunk guys as they rushed past.

   “Do you ever get used to it?” Marie asked.

  “The drunk kids? It’s kind of required,” I answered.

  “I mean all this stuff.” Marie gestured to the campus. “Keeping up with everything must be exhausting.”

 “I guess you’re forced to if you want to be successful here.”

  A cool breeze whipped past us, and a chill ran from the base of my spine to the rest of my body. I folded my arms over my chest in a feeble attempt to keep warm.

“You sure you don’t want to go back for a jacket?” Marie asked.

“I’ll be fine, it’s what liquor jackets are for anyway,” I replied.

 “So, what should I expect for tonight?”

“Have you ever seen a Pitbull music video?”

 “Maybe once.”

 “So that mixed with molly, coke, and whatever they have on hand.” I turned to her and noticed the frown between her eyebrows. “Hey, you’ll be great tonight, everyone’s gonna love you.”

 “Not if Jordan’s a part of it,” Marie scoffed.

 Of course, Andre did not tell her about who was coming on this night out.

 “Try not to worry about them. This could be a chance for you two to get to know each other better,” I tried.

  Marie stopped and looked at me. “They’re coming tonight?”

 “Yeah, they are number two.”

  Marie groaned. “They better not ruin my night.”

 “It’s okay, Andre already likes you, Cate and Luke will like you too, and you have me,” I said, extending an arm.

  Marie glanced at it for a moment before looping her arm through mine and we continued our walk. It was a nice, peaceful silence between us and I did not know whether I wanted to break it or relish it. At home, there was no such thing as peaceful silence; just the calm before all the cursing.

  “Hey, Y/N,” Marie started.

   I hummed in response.

  “What’s your deal with Jordan?”

  “We’re…friends, I think. Last year, I didn’t want to go near them for the longest time, but Cate invited me to train with all of them once. After that, they were nicer to me.”

   Marie nodded. “You seemed really comfortable with them.”

   “It’s really fun to mess with them.”

   Marie looked at me as if I was crazy and I grinned in response. Jordan was always wound up and they could not always rely on drugs to decompress. I could not pinpoint when I started being more playful with them since it sort of started out of nowhere. At least they were receptive.

   “Your heartbeat’s picking up,” Marie shared.

   I exhaled, “I always get anxious before social stuff, even if I know everyone who will be there.”

  “That sucks. How do you deal with it?”

   “Alcohol, when it’s available, and dancing. My mom thought dance lessons would help me build more confidence than therapy. Plus, it’s basically guaranteed to be acceptable in any setting.”

   After a few more minutes, we finally reached the parking lot and I ignored the chill on my back as we approached Luke, Cate, Andre, and Jordan. They were all standing around Luke’s car, but Jordan and Cate were passing a joint while Luke and Andre were laughing. Andre was the first to notice us and grinned.

  “Hey, you made it,” Andre greeted.

  “Yeah, Y/N is a great guide,” Marie complimented.

  Cate smiled and handed the joint back to Jordan before walking over and hugging me. “It’s been too long since I’ve seen you. You look all grown up now.”

 “It’s been three months, Cate,” I laughed as I slowly pulled away from her. “I love the corset.”

 “Thanks, nice earrings,” she replied.

  “Y/N, are you trying to steal my girlfriend?” Luke teased as he approached us.

  I shook my head and couldn’t help the stupid grin that worked its way on my face. “I would never think about it.”

  His hug was a lot stronger than Cate’s, which made sense considering his ability. Despite his status, Luke was always nice to everyone, including Cate’s little mentee.

  Andre made quick work of introducing Marie to everyone and I stiffened when he got to Jordan. “Have you met Jordan?”

  Jordan narrowed his eyes at Marie. “Yeah, we’ve met.”

  “Are you going to reject me from this outing too?” she shot back.

  “Love too.”

  I wandered over to Jordan and put my hand on his shoulder. “Please play nice.”

 “I can’t promise anything,” he muttered.

 “Well, I like both of you and hope you can get along for a couple of hours.” I turned to Marie, mustering the best puppy eyes I could, and she smiled softly.

  “Fine with me.”

  Jordan rolled his eyes, agreed, and took another hit from the joint. He smirked as he extended it towards me. “What do you say, freshie?”

  “I am a year younger than you!” I griped.

  “And you’ll always be my little freshman,” he teased.

   “Anyway, a Si Chi girl would never be caught smoking or vaping.”

 “And you’re a good little Si Chi girl.”

 “I’m the secretary!”

 “As much as I hate to interrupt this,” Andre interjected, “I’d like to get the night started.”

 “How are we all gonna fit?” Marie asked as we made our way to the car.

 “We’ll make it work,” Luke replied as he slid into the front seat.

  Obviously, Cate took the front passenger seat, leaving Jordan, Andre, Marie, and me in the back. Jordan climbed in first, I followed him, Marie followed me, and Andre squeezed in last. I glanced at Marie and began pushing myself to sit on her lap when a strong arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me in the other direction. Seconds later, I glanced down at Jordan who eyed me expectantly.

 “Why do you look so surprised?” he teased.

 “I just thought it’d be easier if Marie and I were together,” I stated as Luke pulled out of the parking lot.

  Jordan took his time rolling down the window. Then, he took a hit and exhaled the smoke out of it. “Someone has to keep an eye on you.”

 Another shiver ran up my spine and I turned away from Jordan in time for Cate to hand me her phone, which was connected to the aux cord. As soon as I saw “Get Ur Freak On”, I hit play and handed the phone back to her.

 “Nice choice,” Andre complimented before taking a swig from his flask and handing it to me.

 I accepted the flask. “Thank you.”

 The familiar burn down my throat was almost comforting but that also could have been due to the top-shelf whiskey in the flask. When I sat up, I noticed Marie eyeing the flask in my hand curiously.

  “Want some?” I asked.

  “No, thank you,” Marie kindly rejected.

  “Did you just fail to corrupt a freshman?” Jordan rasped in my ear.  

  Reflexively, I swatted Jordan’s shoulder and assured Marie she did not have to do anything she didn’t want to. Fortunately, Andre’s whiskey helped dissolve the tension between the two, or maybe it was just my perception.

   Before I knew it, Cate wiped the host at an exclusive club downtown to give us a booth and as much champagne as we wanted. The place was as crowded as it was in my mind, filled with people, the strobe lights catching the occasional sequin or shiny suit. The music was so loud that it was hard to recognize the songs but I felt like my brain was swimming either way. When we got to our booth, Cate, Andre, and Luke sat on one side while I sat in between Marie and Jordan on the other.

   Seconds after we sat, a hostess in a tiny bandage dress set bottles of champagne and crystal flutes on our table.

  “I love your eyeliner,” I complimented as she began to walk away.

  She thanked me before disappearing into the crowd and Luke laughed.

  “How are you already drunk?” Luke asked.

  “I’m not, I’m just nice.” My argument probably would have been better if I didn’t trip over the “c”.

  “You did drink half of my flask, Y/N,” Andre pointed out.

  I opened my mouth in shock. “Well, it’s not my fault that these two,” I gestured to Cate and Jordan, “didn’t contribute.”

 Luke and Andre busted out laughing while Cate slowly rolled her eyes.

 “Leave her alone, Y/N needs to let loose,” Cate interrupted.

 “Thank you.”

  Luke must have gotten over his earlier comment since he poured three flutes of champagne and handed me one. Immediately I started sipping and giggled as the bubbles burst in my mouth. There must have been something in the air but I felt so light, like I would float away at any second.

   “Is that coke?” Marie’s voice dragged me back to the group.

   In that second, I noticed Cate hand a baggie of powder to Jordan and saw her eyes were slightly red.

    Jordan shook his head. “We did all the coke. This is molly.”

   Marie’s eyes widened and she glanced at me.

  “I can’t do uppers, messes with my powers,” I explained.

  “And we do not want a repeat of New Year’s,” Cate added.

  I bristled at the foggy memory.

  Luke leaned towards Marie. “I don’t really do hard drugs but I microdose shrooms.” He flicked the baggie for emphasis.

   Marie shook her head and smiled. “No, thanks.”

  “Aw, she’s so polite,” Jordan mocked.

  I finished my drink and pushed the flute towards Luke. “Leave her alone, she doesn’t have to do anything she doesn’t want to.”

  The last thing I wanted was for Marie to feel pressured into doing anything with them and me by extension. However, she was comfortable enough to drink and even showed off her powers a little bit. We were all in awe when Marie made a droplet of blood from a pinprick on her finger float into a tiny ball before disappearing back into her finger.

  “That’s badass,” Andre declared with a nod as he sipped some champagne.

  “Not bad, Moreau,” Luke added.

   Cate nodded her approval before doing some more molly while Jordan stared at Marie.

   “Come on, you can say it,” I fake encouraged.

   “Fine, she’s decent,” Jordan admitted.

   I leaned my head towards him. “See, that wasn’t so hard.”

   Jordan gently swatted me away and I laughed as I finished off my glass of champagne. Things were already going better than I expected. The night got even better when “American Boy” blared through the speakers.

   Immediately, I yelped as I jumped to my feet, Cate quickly joining with a mischievous smile on her face.  

   “We’ll be out there,” Cate said, gesturing to the dance floor.

    Luke quickly pecked her lips. “Have fun.”

   As I passed Marie, I grabbed her hand. “Come on.”

  She looked a little apprehensive but grinned as she followed me onto the dancefloor. It was warm and there were so many people to push past but it didn’t matter. The beat was infectious as I began to spin, arms above my head. My braids flowed around me as I tossed my head from side to side. In the middle of a spin, I felt a gloved hand grab one of my arms and pull me towards someone.

  When I opened my eyes, Cate’s big blue ones were staring back at me. Red rimmed her irises and her hands moved to my hips. We moved in time together and I couldn’t stop laughing as we did.

  “You’re welcome for saving you from that creep dancing behind you,” she yelled over the music.

  “You will always be my hero,” I gushed.

  She spun me and I giggled as I faced Marie. Marie was swaying to the music, eyes closed, but she looked blissful. My hands found hers and I pulled her to dance with me. She was not a bad dancer at all but I took the lead, swiveling my hips and bobbing my head. At one point, I wrapped my arms around her neck and hugged her.  Slowly, her arms wrapped around my waist, and I hummed at the warmth.

  Cate leaned over me. “Sorry, she’s an affectionate drunk.”

  I gasped but did not move. “I am not drunk!”

  “It’s okay,” Marie laughed.

  “Seriously, I’m not even tipsy,” I added. “I can move if you want, though.”

  “No, it’s fine.”

  The pit of my stomach suddenly felt warm and fuzzy as I danced with my two friends. I closed my eyes and giggled as the champagne bubbles carried my thoughts away. Was this what it was like not to think all the time?

  “Jordan can’t take his eyes off you.” Cate’s whisper jolted me out of my reverie and I pulled away from Marie.

  “What?” I uttered.

  Cate gave me a weird look and nodded her head towards the table. My eyes wandered in that direction and Jordan was staring back at me. Andre was the only one besides him at the table and he was busy flirting with the hostess but Jordan did not look at them. His eyes were like a hawk’s and I felt like a little mouse.

  “They’re watching us dance, it’s fine!” I shouted over the music.

  Cate shook her head. “He’s not looking at all of us.”

   As much as I enjoyed dancing to the next five songs, I could not get Cate’s words out of my head. This was supposed to be my night not to think about anything, but I could feel the rumination looming.

  But there’s nothing to think about. We’re just friends if we’re anything at all and Cate’s been on this since I joined the group, I thought, squashing any others.

  Once “Like That” ended, I let Marie and Cate know I was going to take a break before making my way back to the booth and plopping down next to Jordan.

  “Having fun?” I panted.

  “Yeah, but not as much as you,” he replied.

  “You should join us next time.” I huffed as I flipped my braids over one shoulder and sat up. “Where’re the others?”

  “Luke went off somewhere and Andre is making some girls suffer through his coin trick.”  

  “And you don’t have anyone you like?”

  I thought Jordan paused but he shook his head. “No, but you’ve been entertaining me.”

  Something jolted in my chest like I’d been shocked. I had another sip of champagne to get rid of the feeling and Jordan’s silver rings caught my eyes. Slowly, my fingers slipped over the ones on his middle and right ring fingers.

  “These are pretty,” I mused.

  “Thanks.”

  As my fingers continued slipping over the rings, he moved so that we were holding hands and a chuckle escaped me.

  Jordan’s eyes widened. “What?”

  “You have man hands,” I chortled.

 “Seriously, freshie?” Jordan sighed.

 “It’s true!”

  I couldn’t stop laughing at how his hand engulfed mine, but it was comforting in a way too. It took me a minute to calm down and when I did, my eyes found Marie and Cate on the dancefloor.

  “I’m glad she came tonight,” I said.

  “Yeah, she’s really nice,” he agreed.

  “See, not all strangers are horrible.”  

  “Okay, you were right.”

  I gasped and put my free hand on my chest. “I must be really drunk because you just admitted I was right about something.”

  “Don’t make a big deal out of it,” Jordan groaned.

  “I should’ve been recording because no one will ever believe that Jordan Li admitted they were wrong about something,” I cheered.

  Jordan shook his head. “Don’t let it get to your head.”

  “It’s already there.”

  I didn’t know how long I sat there, laughing and watching Marie and Cate dance. There was something fascinating about seeing Marie in the element and getting along with everyone. She seemed so…free but it was so genuine. How did she manage that?

  “Do you like her?” Jordan asked.

  I blinked and looked back at him. “Huh?”

 “Don’t play dumb. You’ve been flirting with her all night.”  “I have not! I’m being welcoming.”

  “Really, because I’ve never seen you look at anyone like you do with her.”

  “Are you jealous that I’m getting along with someone else?”

  “Why would I be jealous? You’re not going anywhere.”

  Something was off about his tone but I couldn’t put a finger on it. Why would Jordan say that? Marie was my friend and I’ve been treating her like a friend. Why would they care how I acted anyway?

  “I’m thirsty,” I declared.

 “You want me to get you water?”

 I shook my head. “I need Casamigos.”

 Jordan smiled widely. “You sure?”

 “Mmhmm.”

 Jordan stood, pulled me to my feet, and started leading me to the bar. Halfway there, they shifted into their feminine form, becoming even more adept at navigating the crowds. Once we got to the bar, she got the attention of the bartender and ordered the shots. At some point, I started bouncing on my heels as we waited.

 “Hi, Barbie,” a gruff voice sounded behind me.

 I jumped, nearly running into the bar. The man was tall and his mustard yellow suit washed out his pale skin and blonde hair. His smile was all wrong and made my stomach churn.

 “Um, hi, Planters Guy?”

 Jordan burst out laughing next to me, making the man glare at her for a second. She waved her hand in apology and turned towards the bar.

 “It’s Michael, actually, can I get your name?” he stepped closer to me.

 I opened my mouth to respond but Jordan answered.

 “She’s with me.” Her hand slowly slid to the small of my back and pulled me into her side.

 “What if I bought you a drink?” Michael offered.

 I glanced at Jordan. “Well, I guess that’s alright.”

 Jordan rolled her eyes. “Fine.”

The bartender set two trays of shots in front of us and Jordan and I each grabbed one and turned to Michael.

“Thanks for the drinks!”

 Once we got far away enough for him to hear, I burst out laughing and tried not to spill anything.

 “Works every time,” Jordan stated.

 “What am I gonna do when you graduate next year?” I mused.

 “Aw, are you gonna miss me?”

 “I’ll miss how easy it is to get free drinks with you.”

 My face warmed and I ignored the warmth in my stomach. Andre was waiting for us back at the table.

  “Jordan, why’d you change?” Andre asked curiously.

 “Makes it easier to get free drinks,” she answered.

 I plucked a shot from a tray and leaned on Jordan’s shoulder. “I appreciate them in both forms.”

 Jordan seemed to tense under the contact, and I leaned back up, wondering if I’d done something wrong. If I had, she did not act like it as she grabbed a shot and made Andre grab one.

 “Cheers to another year?” Andre suggested.

 “The year Y/N breaks into the Top Fifteen?” Jordan joked, raising an eyebrow.

 I grinned. “Who knows, maybe this is the year I take your spot.”

 “Ooh, bold, Y/N, I like it,” Andre cheered.

 “I’d be more scared if your punches didn’t feel like a kitten pawing at me.”

 “Just cheers!”

  She laughed as the three of us clinked glasses and did the shots. The tequila was smooth as it ran down my throat and I was practically buzzing as I went for the second one.

  “Whoa, are you sure you don’t want to slow down?” Jordan asked.

  “It’s fine, I ate before we went out, I’m not even tipsy,” I insisted.

  Around the third shot, Andre disappeared and by the fifth, everything was blurry, like one of my visions. I think I pouted at the thought.

  Then, the starting chords of “Standing Next to You” filled my ears and my body moved on its own, jumping to my feet.

  “Oh my gosh, they’re playing Jungkook, we have to dance!” I yelled.

 “Okay, calm down,” she said, setting down her glass and letting me pull her onto the dancefloor.

  My body kept moving on its own, body rolling and feet shimmying. The song was entrancing and I was lost in it, singing as well as I could. Jordan spun me a couple of times before pulling me closer and I laughed as I wrapped my arms around her neck.

   I couldn’t remember the last time I was this close to Jordan. She had such pretty features but her eyes were amazing, like molten pools of dark chocolate.

  “Thanks.”

  I gasped and clamped my hand over my mouth. “Oh my gosh.”

  “It’s cute, you like my eyes?”

  “Stoooop,” I whined.

  “Oh no, I’m never letting this go,” she teased.

  In that moment, I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me whole, but I did not get what I wanted. Instead, Jordan’s hands pulled me flush against them, fingers tapping against my hips.

  “Come on, you were so bold a second ago,” she whispered.

  “That was different,” I muttered.

  “But I want to know what else my little freshman likes about me.”

   Their mocking tone made my body heat rise and I did not know how to stop it. Even in their feminine form, Jordan was stronger than me and it would take a lot of effort to get out of their grip.

 “I’m not a freshman.”

 Suddenly, we stopped moving while everyone else around us was making out or dancing. Somehow, no one bumped into us and I wondered if there was some sort of invisible field blocking it from happening. My eyes wandered away from Jordan, glancing at the colorful lights and feathers on someone’s dress. That did not last long as I felt her soft fingers move a braid away from my face.

    I could hear my heartbeat in my ears as I turned back to her. Jordan seemed so soft as her hand trailed behind my ear before finally resting on my shoulder. Any words I could have said dried up on my tongue and I couldn’t think as our faces got closer to each other.

   Her woodsy cologne filled my senses, and I wondered what she could sense. Just as I closed my eyes, a terrifying scream broke through the crowd. When I opened my eyes, everything was a blur. At one moment, Jordan was in their masculine form and tugging me through the crowd. In the next, Andre was pushing me back into Luke’s car.

  Jordan, Andre, and Luke were yelling or talking but I couldn’t understand any of it. Cate seemed panicked in the front, but I had no idea what she was saying.

  “Where’s Marie?” I asked.

  Darkness overtook everything before anyone answered my question.

 The throbbing in my temples the next morning made me want to strangle George Clooney. My head weighed a thousand pounds, and it took even more effort to push myself up in bed. Thankfully, the curtains were drawn on my windows and only some rays of sunlight peaked through.

  When I was finally able to open my eyes, I noticed the bottle of Vought Water on my dresser and two aspirin. It was too early to ask any questions and I took the medicine and almost cried at the relief. Then, I did my best to walk to the bathroom without aggravating my spinning head.

  As soon as I turned on the light, I noticed the red and black jacket around my shoulders and gasped.

  This was Jordan’s.

  If they brought me home how messed up was I? I groaned at the thought and carefully hung the jacket on the hook on my door.

  My morning routine was plagued by all the possibilities from last night and what I’d said. I remembered vaguely gushing over Jordan’s eyes and dancing with Marie and Cate and…

   Almost kissing Jordan.

  How was I going to live that down? What had even come over me? It had to be the tequila and champagne. Thanks to that combination, Jordan was going to have material to tease me for at least a few months.

  After pulling on a baby blue short-sleeved fuzzy crop top and matching linen shorts, I slipped on my white Stan Smiths and went downstairs for breakfast. Per usual, it was buffet style with an option of fresh fruits, turkey bacon, steel-cut oatmeal, or toast. Sydney, Alina, and Sasha were the only ones in the dining room, all wearing matching Alo Yoga sets.

  I took the seat next to Sasha and forced myself to eat the oatmeal. “Good morning, everyone.”

 “Good morning, Y/N,” they all replied.

  “How was your night?” I asked Alina.

  “Fun,” she replied.

  “But not nearly as fun as yours,” Sasha commented.

  I stiffened and tried to cover it up with a sip of coffee. “What makes you say that?”

 “For one thing, you’re not ready to join us for Ashtanga yoga. Second, Jordan Li had to walk you to your room.” Sasha emphasized Jordan’s name with the biggest Cheshire cat grin on her face.

  “I’m glad you have such a good friend,” Sydney expressed, flicking a curly strawberry blonde hair out of her green eyes. “You always need those when Si Chi sisters can’t attend the same events.”

  “Thanks, I’m glad they’re my friend too.” I smiled as kindly as I could without side eyeing Sasha.

  Fifteen seconds passed before Alina broke the silence.

 “Did you hear what happened with that freshman last night?” she asked.

 Sasha groaned. “It’s been all over my timeline.”

 I frowned. “What happened?”

 “This freshman got caught off campus at a club,” Alina said as though it was the greatest gossip known to man.

  “Didn’t she save someone’s life, though? They had some kind of accident?” Sydney added as she popped a grape in her mouth.

  In that moment, the caffeine must have hit my brain because I almost yelped at the realization. We’d left Marie at the club last night, I had abandoned her. I grabbed my phone from my bag and started texting Emma.

 Y/N: Hey, did Marie make it back last night? Lost track of her.

 Emma responded back pretty quickly.

E: Yeah. She got a weird email from school. Ohw to Lamplighter.

My stomach churned and I willed myself to settle it. For a second, I closed my eyes and focused on Marie, but I couldn’t get a clear image of her.

 “Shit,” I muttered.

 Alina, Sasha, and Sydney turned to me, microbladed brows raised.

 “I’m sorry, I just realized that I forgot to read a chapter for a class today.”

   The girls may have said something as I quickly finished my breakfast and left the dining room, but I couldn’t hear them over my racing thoughts. Twenty minutes later, I was walking into the Crimefighting building with two iced coffees from Jitterbean in my hands and Jordan’s jacket slung over one of my arms.

  There were only a couple of people milling about the people, professors making final touches on lectures, and students cramming. I paid none of them any mind as I came across a sulking Jordan. They were in their feminine form and if they were hungover, they did not look like it.

  “Hi,” I greeted once we got close.

  “Hey,” she replied.

  “Um, I brought you coffee and your jacket as a thank you for last night. I heard you had to take me home and I’m sorry about that.”

  I handed her both items and she nodded. “It’s fine but you do owe me.”

  Her tone wasn’t as light as usual. Even when they were hungover, Jordan never missed an opportunity to go back and forth. This had to be about that almost kiss. As much as I wanted to avoid it, I had no choice.

  “About that, uh, kiss,” I whispered.

  “Don’t worry about it,” Jordan affirmed.

  “Are you sure? Because----”

  “Seriously, it’s fine, we were drunk, well, you were wasted but it’s okay.”

 They did not sound nor look “okay” and they spoke as if they wanted me to drop it as soon as possible. Earlier, I wanted to erase it from my memory but their response made me want to shrink into a corner. Why did I even care? It’s one issue resolved.

  “Okay,” I said slowly. “Anyway, have you seen Marie today? I can’t get in touch with her.”

  “No, I wouldn’t worry about it.”

  “Telling me not to worry doesn’t make it go away. I feel bad about leaving her last night.”

  Jordan glanced around us before pulling me off to the side. “You should’ve told her the risks before having her join us. You know none of us can get caught breaking the rules,” she hissed.

  “I didn’t think abandoning her would be a possibility,” I muttered.

  “She’ll be fine. You should know to look out for yourself by now, freshie.”

  For a moment, I narrowed my eyes at Jordan, who was suddenly more focused than they’d been since we started talking. They had a point, they and the rest of the Top Five always covered themselves but that typically never meant someone got hurt.

  “Would you have done the same thing if it were me instead of Marie?” I asked.

   Jordan flinched and her silence was all the answer I needed. Tears threatened to burn in the corner of my eyes, but I turned before she could see them. I thought I heard her say something and I mumbled about seeing her in class later. Just as I was about to make my way out of the building, Marie flew in, eyes flaring.

   “Did you know about this?” she questioned.

   “About what?” I asked.

   “They’re expelling me to cover up for you.” She looked behind me. “And you.”

   “Wait, what?” Jordan replied.

   “That doesn’t make any sense. You didn’t do anything wrong,” I gently argued.

   “Well, I guess I did because I thought you were different from them.”

   Her cold words felt worse than the time a girl with ice powers caught me in the shoulder during a training session. For a second, I couldn’t speak, and I thought I heard buzzing in my ears. Nothing was going the way I thought or envisioned it would. What was the point of having these powers if I couldn’t help my friends or figure out who were fake friends?  

   “Marie,” I started.

    She pushed past me and Jordan, storming towards Brink’s office. As I turned around to go back to my room and lick my wounds, a vision flashed in my head.

   Bright yellow flames covered Luke’s body and he had a murderous look in his eye as he approached someone. The perspective switched to a frightened Marie stumbling out of Brink’s office with Luke trailing behind her, his flames growing larger and more sporadic. Then, Jordan appeared.

   As soon as it appeared, it left and I had a sinking feeling in my chest as I whirled around.

   “MARIE, DON’T!”

#black!reader #jordan li x reader #marie moreau x reader #gen v x reader #limoreau x reader

[jemilyswhor3]

Mentee

A/N: I made this last year AND requests are open!!! (I'm begging someone to request wanda and/or nat 🙏🙏🙏)

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female!Reader

Warning: smut, masturbation, idk what else tbh as I said this was made last year, mommy kink maybe, dom!wanda, sub!reader, this mentions aos cause I made this when I was OBSESSED with aos

Summary: Wanda caught you doing something and confronts you with her assumption

Word Count: 4k

You had a big crush on your mentor Wanda, but you don't make it look obvious. You wanted to be seen as someone professional and serious, not a bubbly girl who has this insane crush on her mentor. You only steal glimpses of the redhead from time to time whenever you can, and she smirks and looks back down whenever she caught you. You often slip off, daydreaming about the most sinful things she can possibly do to you, and it's either Kate nudging you to get off fantasy land, or long enough to realize Wanda had caught you, which makes her giggle.

You were on your way to Natasha's class, you realized that you were the only one attending it since the rest of the mentees were in Fitzsimmons' class, which you attended earlier. You opened the door, and to your shock, you saw Wanda.

''Where are the others?'' Asked your mentor, seeing you enter the room alone.

''They're in Fitzsimmons' class.'' You replied.

''And why aren't you there?'' She asked again, tilting her head.

''I attended the class earlier today.'' You replied, awkwardly heading your way towards her.

''Mhm.'' She hummed to your response.

''Where's agent Romanoff?'' You questioned, gesturing where to your right hand.

''She's on a mission. I'll be her sub for now.''

''How long will her mission be?''

''Wanna get rid of me much?"' Wanda chuckled.

''No- no, it's not like that. I- I was just wondering since she told us to master Brazilian Jiu Jitsu, which we were supposed to perform with her today.'' You awkwardly replied.

''Well, we won't be doing any of that, since I don't even know what that is.'' She smiled.

''Oh. What we'll be doing then?'' You asked, confused about what she had in mind.

''Freestyle.'' She proudly stated.

''Freestyle?'' You repeated.

''Yeah, I mean, why not? I was planning on the mentees practicing with each other, to find out what they're best and good at, but it seems like we'll be practicing together.'' She raised her shoulders and headed her way to the center of the room.

''Okay, that seems... cool.'' You said, dropping your gym bag on the floor.

''Just to heads up, I will be using my powers.'' She cleared out.

''What?!'' You asked, confused.

''Don't worry, I'll just use it to throw stuff at you-'' She gets cut off.

''YOU'LL THROW STUFF AT ME?!'' You respond, frantically.

''No- no, just small harmless objects. Besides, it was gonna happen anyway. Stark updated the inquiries, and it makes sense since powered people are also on the list of bad guys. And you get first-hand experience.'' She winked at you.

She was never this... flirtatious? I mean, maybe she is? You only see her in her class, and sometimes bump into her. You've never had a one-on-one event with her before. Her actions left you in shambles and in a blushing mess.

''Okay, then.'' You nod and prepared yourself for what was about to come at you.

The first couple of times, you were able to dodge and hit the objects before they could touch you. But in time, you lose focus on the woman you're training with. You never got the chance to look so closely at her for a long period of time without it trying not to get caught by her. It was so hard to focus when all you can think about is your mentor. Your mentor Wanda, whose figure is perfect, her red locks in a ponytail, her leggings sculpting her ass, the way she moves to avoid your punches, and most captivating of all, her slender fingers with her scarlet power, swinging left and right as she tries to defend herself.

God, you can only imagine what her fingers could do to you. Inside of you.

''Ouch!'' You winced.

''Oof. Sorry. Caught you off guard there. Seemed like your thoughts are elsewhere''

Yeah, elsewhere to the deepest of your imagination.

''Are you okay?'' She asked, rubbing your back.

''Yeah, I'm fine.'' You replied shaking your head.

''Are you?'' She cupped your chin for your face to face hers. ''That doesn't look good.''

''Don't worry, it's just a scratch. Shall we continue?'' You deviated from the conversation.

''No, I don't think so.'' She replied, shaking her head whilst she moves your head to check out for other possible scratches. ''We were about to come to a close anyway.'' She took her arm off and headed towards the benches. ''You should probably go to the med-bey. Or to the kitchen, if icing is all it needs.'' Wanda suggested, opening her bottle to take a drink.

You nod in response as you rush your way to the kitchen, upset that your time with the redhead had been cut short. The only opportunity you probably had with her to have a one-on-one.

After fixing yourself up, you head to your designated room and cleaned yourself. You changed into a black camisole and some short shorts since you felt comfortable sleeping like that. You dried your hair and went to bed as you dim your lights to head off to sleep.

As you lay there, you weren't able to sleep, as your thoughts were clouded by Wanda. Nothing. But. Wanda. You couldn't stop thinking about earlier. About how gorgeous she was, how she was caring towards you, gentle towards you, how you two shared such intimacy, that you savored every second of, and yet again, her hands. Her slender, veiny hands moved around the room as if they owned it. How she controlled and moved it, and how you're so attracted to every single movement of hers.

First, it was all thoughts of admiration, then you start to immensely think of the nastiest thoughts. You didn't even notice your hand shift underneath the covers, teasing your clothed cunt. Stroking it up and down as you feel a wet patch create between your thighs. You can feel yourself close to your peak until you heard the door open. You shifted your hand off and besides you and jolted up as fast as you could. You look up, and there you see...

''Wanda?'' You said, eyes wide, shocked to the core.

''You're still up?'' She replied, awkwardly standing by the door. ''What are you doing?''

''Insomnia.'' You stated. You weren't lying though, you had been having trouble with your insomnia lately, but in this case, it's clearly not the cause.

''Nothing else?''

It intrigued you how invested she was in what you were doing before, and you believe that she didn't really see you do anything, since you had blankets covering you. ''Nothing.'' If nothing meant impulsively touching yourself to the thought of her.

''What brings you here?'' You asked, bringing your knees up to your chest, hugging them.

''Was about to drop this off. You forgot them.'' She said, dropping your gym bag on the floor.

''Thanks.'' You replied, looking at your gym bag.

''Yeah, no problem.'' She turned around and made her way to the door. Before she left, she turns right back around and asks you the same question. ''You sure you weren't doing anything?'' She asked, brows furrowed.

''No, nothing. Why?'' The question also made your brows furrow.

''It's just that, I swear I heard you hide your moans right before I entered.''

Her revelation made you a hot mess. Your eyes are wide open, unable to utter a word in response.

She walked closer to you and says, ''Oh, don't try to hide it, detka, I know you've been thinking about me. In class, in training, and just a few minutes ago when you lied about not doing anything, when in fact, you were touching yourself to the thought of me.'' She leaned closer to your face, almost not leaving a gap between the two of you. She pulled back and sits on the mini couch you have at your bedside.

She reads my mind? You thought to yourself. Beforehand of starting to work on the compound, it was mandatory to learn basic skills and techniques to barricade your mind, and Wanda respects too much of people's privacy to even invade their minds without their consent or valid reason.

''I know what you're thinking, detka. And I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself. The moment you walked in the door, I knew you had to be mine.'' She creeped out a sinister smirk.

''But- we were-''

''Please, those mandatory skills are nothing. I can easily access anyone's mind whenever, wherever. Besides, your thoughts are too loud not to read.'' She laughed mischievously. "You really think some lessons could stop my scarlet magic?"

Well, that's comforting.

"Don't stop on my account. Go on. Continue. I know you were close before I entered. I just needed to see you for myself." She made herself comfortable on the couch, opening her legs, and relaxing her hands on her thigh.

You simply went under the covers. I mean, what else could you have done? Not obey her?

''Don't hide away from me. I wanna see all of you.'' Her voice became raspy with her Sokovian accent showing.

You slowly, shamefully, took off the covers on top of you, revealing you in your black velvet short shorts.

''Aww, you look so adorable in your shorts. Real deal definitely is better than what I've imagined.'' She laughed in a raspy tone, pouting at the sight of you in your shorts. ''Now, take them off.'' She commanded.

''What?"' You whispered.

''Take your shorts off.''

You slowly slipped your shorts off your thighs, then knees, until it was already in your ankles and you tossed them around somewhere with your foot. You lay comfortably in your bed as she watches you. You close your eyes, letting go of every single thought and worry in your mind and letting it get infiltrated by thoughts of Wanda. You weren't quite sure if it was you or her putting it on your mind, but either way, you were sure you were gonna think of her anyway.

Wanda watched you as your hands roamed around your body. Your eyes closed. Teasing yourself. You played around with your nipples through the fabric, making them poke through the cloth and making you whimper for more touch.

"That's it, baby. Please yourself for mommy." Her voice came from close by... too close.

You open your eyes to look at her, yet she's nowhere to be found on the couch.

"I'm right here, draga." She said, sitting on the other side of the bed beside your legs.

You close your eyes yet again, continuing your movements around your perked-up tits.

"You look so good, detka." She praised you while she takes one of her hands under her pants. "Take your top off." She demanded.

You obliged her request. Peaking a bit through your eyes while you take your top off, you saw her touching herself, and that made you feel hot flushes on your cheeks. You tossed your top someplace else, revealing your now fully bare chest.

You comfortably settled back down as your hands traveled on top of your chest. You draw circles on your nipples, occasionally pinching and pulling them to help the tension between your thighs. You removed one hand away from your chest, moving it towards your wet center.

"Uh, uh. Don't touch that pretty pussy of yours until I say otherwise." You opened your eyes while she said her command, seeing her shake her head as she spoke.

"Bu- I-" You whimper.

"Aww, is my little draga all wet and needy down there? Do you want mommy's fingers to please you, mhm?" She said with a mocking pouting face.

You eagerly nod while biting your lip. Waiting for a response or command for her to state.

"Yes, yes you are." She said while mirroring your movements, mocking you.

"Take your panties off. I wanna see that pretty little cunt of yours." She smirked.

You shake your panties off until they were on your ankles. Wanda used her scarlet magic to bring your soaked underwear to her view.

"I'll be keeping this." She said, taking her hands off her pants, as she grabbed the pair that was previously floating in the air.

She looks back at you whilst restoring your underwear in her pockets. Seeing your legs closed with your arm in the middle, but not touching your center.

"Come on, detka. You should know this by now. Open." Wanda gestures both her hands to signal you to open them. You slowly open them, revealing your dripping pussy. "Good girl." She praised, making you feel butterflies. "So wet, and all of this for... mommy?" She stoped and looks at you, waiting for a response.

You nod in reply, but that wasn't enough. "Use your words, darling" She spoke with her Sokovian accent showing when she said "darling".

"Yes- yes, mommy. All for you." You whimpered out.

She groans at your response. "Have I been teasing you too much? Should I have knocked earlier?"

"Mhm." You replied, biting your lower lip.

"Well, I'm right here, now. And I will guide you through all of it." She said, bopping her head, signaling you to mirror her movements, and you do.

"Are you gonna touch me?" You asked, needy.

"We'll see. If you're a good girl that follows mommy's orders, then maybe I'll consider it."

Her response made you feel ecstasy following around your body. Ready to follow any and all of Wanda's rules for her touch in reward.

"Now be a good girl and get comfortable." She stated as you suit yourself in bed."Nice, nice." She whispered. "Now, close your eyes-"

"But, I wanna see you, mommy." You whimpered, pouting.

"But, that's not mommy's orders. Now, close." She said as she leans in to close your lids with her index and middle finger.

You keep your eyes close as you stayed steady, waiting for her next instructions.

"Bring your hands up to your chest, and tease your nipples." You do as you are told. Your nipples erect at the sensitivity of it.

"Aww, so sensitive, aren't you?" She teased, seeing how fast your body reacted to your touch.

You nod in response. You continue to play around with your chest, while Wanda slowly moved her hand under her pants. Touching herself to the sight of you.

You took a peak at the redhead, seeing her enjoy herself while her eyes are closed to her own imagination. You took one of your hands off your chest, to which you slowly glided to your touch-starved center.

"Don't you dare continue what you're about to do." The witch exclaimed.

You jolted your hand away from your lower abdomen, staring at a furious witch, whose orders you just disobeyed.

"I-I'm sorry, mo- I ju-" You stuttered.

"You've been a bad girl. Disobeying mommy's orders, when I thought you of all people wouldn't even think about such a thing." She sinisterly laughed.

"I'm so-" You tried to apologize.

"Oh, no, detka, it's too late for that. It's time for punishment." She smirked.

Your thoughts were nothing but the idea of Wanda finally touching you. She opens your legs with her magic, and you roll your eyes at the sensation. She uses her scarlet powers to feel the wet dripping mess you are on the outside. You let out a moan at her sensation.

"Pl-please... mommy." You managed to let out.

"Do you want me inside of you, mhm? Want mommy to fill you up?" She mocked.

"Y-yes please."

"Yes, what? Come on, it seems like you're forgetting my name."

"Yes, please mommy." You let out in between moans.

"Since you've been naughty, mommy's not gonna touch you. In fact, I'll make you regret what you did, and teach you what happens to sluts that disobey their mommy." She taunted.

She inserts her scarlet magic inside of you, moving her left hand to the rhythm while the other was back under her pants.

You let out a moan at her sudden movement. Your back aching, toes curling, while your hands grip the sheets.

But, it didn't feel right. You felt something, but you also felt... nothing? It feels like something is touching you on the inside, but you couldn't really feel anything around you. This. This is the way of teaching you and making you regret disobeying her. The sensation of her touch, yet, also craving it, since she isn't really inside of you. How it aches between your legs, and how you crave her touch. For her to actually be inside of you.

You open your eyes, looking at Wanda with her mouth shaped like a small O with her eyes shut. You hesitate to disrupt her from her peak, but you couldn't help the feeling between your legs anymore.

"M-mommy..." You whispered. "Mommy..." You hesitated again.

"What is it, detka? You aren't supposed to be talking. Remember, you are being punished." She replied, breathless.

"I- I was just wondering if you could allow me to touch myself?" Your requested, head bow down while asking, ashamed of the question.

She opens her eyes. Her eyes became siren, staring back at you. She took her hand out of her pants, while she continues to do what she was doing with the powers in her mind. She crawls up to you and stops on your lower abdomen. She looks at what mess you've become between your legs, and then back up to you with a smirk. She moved her head in between your pussy and starts to talk.

"You wanna feel something inside you, mhm?" She asked, her facing your cunt. "Do you prefer mommy's fingers, mhm?" She teased.

The vibrations from her voice sent shock waves through your core and gave you goosebumps all over your body. You whimper then and there while she spoke.

"Mhm." You hum in response.

"Use your words, honey bun. I know that pretty little mouth of yours can do that, right?" Her Sokovian accent was taking control of her.

"I-I want you inside of me, please, mommy." You begged while you look down on her.

"Too bad. If you followed my rules, you would've been fucked right now to the point where you can't even stand up. This is what bad girls get when they don't follow the rules." She informed.

God, she wasn't kidding when she said you'd regret it. The fact that you would've been fucked by the Wanda Maximoff if you just kept your hands away from where it wasn't supposed to be.

She sat back up and made her way to the other end of the bed again. She continues to please you with her scarlet magic while you lay there as a moaning and whining mess.

She kept thrusting her magic in and out of you, and soon enough, you feel your peak reach.

''Mo-momm-'' You stuttered, eyes closed while you grip tightly on the sheets.

''Aww, is my baby gonna come? Hmm?'' She mocked.

You nod at her response, unable to utter words out of your mouth.

''C-can I?'' You asked politely. Hoping to get on her good side for her to allow you.

''Not just yet, you need to do something for mommy.'' She yet again took her hand off her pants and crawls up to you. ''Do you wanna come, baby?'' She cupped both your cheeks and you nod, eyes still closed. ''No. I want you to look at me and tell me.'' She demanded.

You slowly open your eyes and they gladly met hers. Her eyes, obviously filled with nothing but lust stared back at you.

''Yes, mommy. I wanna come. And I'll do anything!'' You exclaimed.

She hums at your eagerness and compliance and replied, ''Good girl, 'cause I need you to eat mommy out, okay? Can you eat mommy out?"' She cooed close to your face.

Your eyes widen at her request. You still can't process that she- Wanda Maximoff, your very very hot mentor that you've been attracted to since day one- wants you to eat. her. out. You thought that you wouldn't be able to touch her- or vice versa- since she was punishing you for being a bad girl, but turns out she might've just forgiven you.  ''Okay, mommy.'' You respond eagerly.

With the sway of her hands, her pants were thrown somewhere in the room, leaving her in her panties. She crawls up to you and situated herself in between your legs. You can see how wet she is through her panties. You teased her clothed clit, swirling your tongue around it, making her whimper.

"Enough teasing. I want you inside me." With the snap of her finger, her undergarment was nowhere to be found in front of you, leaving her bare with her glistening pussy ready to be eaten out. Your eyes widen at the view, unable to move a muscle.

"Well, come on, detka. Show mommy how much of a good girl you are." She demanded.

And with that being said, snapping you from what you should be doing, you slipped your tongue through her wet folds, getting a soft and low moan out of her. You moved your way up and down, teasing her clit, but not fully going through with it.

"Right there, right there." She repeats, almost out of breath.

You continued lapping on ber g-spot as she grinds closer to you. Her scarlet magic never leaving the presence of your own pussy, also driving you over the edge.

"'M so close, baby." She says in between moans.

You feel the knot on your stomach tighten, and you knew you were just as close as Wanda, but the leverage you had over her was: you know what'll make her come in an instant.

You swirled your way to her clit, and she was token back by your gesture. Hitting a spontaneous shock through her core, causing her to reach her peak.

"I'm gonna come, moya lyubov. Mommy's gonna come." She said, almost out of breath while she grinds herself onto your face.

"C-can I come too mommy?" You asked for permission.

"Yes, detka. Come with mommy." She allowed.

As she continues her scarlet motions into you and your gestures onto her, you both came undone with both the pleasurable look on your faces. You cleaned her up, slurping every drop of her release, as yours drip from the sides of your thighs and into your bedsheets.

"You did so well, malysh." She cooed, cupping your face from below her. Strands of hair touching your face.

"Anything for you, mommy." You replied, kissing her palm beside your face.

She smiled and gets off your shoulders. She dressed herself up while you watched her. You were still pretty groggy and unclear to what just happened, unable to utter anything.

She comes up to you and whispers in your ears, "You've been such a good girl for mommy. And this won't be the last. Next time, if you aren't gonna be too much of a needy whore again, mommy might just touch you herself." She cooed, tucking some strands of your hair back.

"Thank you, mommy. And I promise, I'll be good next time." You respond.

"Good. Because if you're still the needy whore you were earlier, I won't go easy on you. You get that?" She smirked, and you can feel it brush your ears.

"Y-yes, mommy." You giddily replied.

Wanda stood up and headed her way to the door. She pulls back up and says, "Oh, and don't forget to clean yourself up. We don't want that pretty pussy and bed of yours to be all dirty for our next time." She leaved off with a wink that left you in shambles.

You did as she told, cleaning yourself up. It was quite hard going back to sleep after such an interaction with your mentor, but after a while, you finally drifted off to sleep.

Waking up, you saw a care package placed on your chair. A dress from Wanda for you. You smile at the thought of her aftercare and what she could possibly do next as your relationship grows with her. But most importantly, how last night isn't the last and there will be next times for your mommy to treat you as her own, like you are.

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A/N: PLS REBLOG👹 and again I AM OPEN FOR REQUESTS!!! (primarily with wanda and/or nat)

#wanda maximilf #wanda maximoff x fluff #wanda maxmoff x y/n #mommy wanda #wanda smut #wanda fanfic #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff smut #wanda maximommy #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff x yn #wanda maximoff #fluff #smut #wlw smut #mcu #marvel #marvel mcu #the scarlet witch #scarlet witch smut #scarlet witch #scarlet witch x reader #wandavision #multiverse of madness

[buc-eebarnes]

confessions when one character thinks the other is sleeping prompt pls omgggg

cheezy homie i always see u in my notifs and of COURSE i had to go all out on this !!!! sorry if it's late jfsdkljfsdkj jet lag got me conked out as soon as i landed but here it be! (unbeta'd tho 🥲 also trying out a different format 👀)

conversations with myself (about you)

pairing: head engineer mark x the captain

tags: confessions, sleeping, fluff and angst

rated G || 1469 words || read on ao3!

You huff out a sigh of relief. You'd been trying to chase Mark down all day, but his assistants kept telling you that he was in different parts of the base.

You should've known to check his office.

But there he was, slumped over the table with his head resting on top of folded arms. He must've tired himself out from all the projects he was micromanaging. You squint at the laptop to see what he was trying to work on.

It's a progress report. Multiple, actually. You stifle a sigh and look down at his sleeping figure. "Oh Mark, what are we gonna do with you?"

He doesn't stir at your words, which is a testament to how tired he is. You keep your voice low regardless.

There's a folded blanket on the couch, and it smells of him, a weird mixture of pine, oil, and the soap rations they brought from Earth. The couch must be where Mark crashes all the time, which pulls a frown on your lips.

You drape the blanket over him, securing the folds over his shoulders. He's gonna have a crick in his neck in the morning, but he'll thank you later, probably.

He looks so peaceful, sleeping. 

You observe him for a while. The constant furrow between his eyebrows is gone. He doesn't frown in his sleep, but his lips are parted, and you can hear the soft puffs of breath he releases. His hair is a bit of a mess, as if he'd run his hands through it multiple times throughout the day, and you find yourself wanting to do the same.

"When was the last time you knocked out like this?" you mutter. Your hand touches a strand that's fallen in front of his eyes before you could stop it.

Reflexes kick in and you jerk back, but he doesn't stir. The only thing that changes is that his brow furrows slightly, but his breaths remain constant, and you relax your arm. You hesitantly take off a glove, and, before you can chicken out, reach forward to tuck the strand of hair behind his ear.

That then motivates you to run your fingers through his thick black locks, and it's as soft as you imagined.

You chuckle lightly, amazed. "Whaddaya know."

You continue the motions, and eventually, the wrinkles between his brows disappear, his features peaceful once more.

You drink your fill admiring him. Wide nose. Strong jaw. Big ears that stick out. Beard's getting to the point where it would break regulation but you're the highest official on this base and what Earth doesn't know won't hurt them, anyway. You look down at the fold of his arms, contoured by muscles. His hands, his fingers, that are so deft, made to create and fix what's destroyed. Why does everyone put you on a pedestal about looks when Mark is literally right here, sleeping soundly and looking sculpted by the gods himself?

"Everyone's blind," you mumble. "I don't hold a candle to you."

The urge to hold his hand is incredibly strong. You could do it—thread your fingers with his until he wakes, blinking blearily up at you with trusting eyes and whispering "Captain?" in a sleepy voice, and you suddenly feel small and unworthy about every single time he followed your lead without question.

And you feel the weight of infinite universes on your shoulders. Not once did you initiate anything more than friendship with Mark with all of the chances you've been given. He was always the ballsier one, more impulsive, more outspoken. As someone who has taken the mantle of a captain of a spaceship, you are an incredibly timid person.

"I wish I had your courage. Your tenacity. Your ability to take charge." You let out a humorless chuckle, and your fingers twitch against his scalp. "Countless universes, countless timelines, and we end up right back here. If only I wasn't a coward. Maybe I could finally ask you out on that date, y’know? To not worry about being a captain. Just someone going on a date with the person they like."

He doesn't respond, but you think you could see his breathing stop for a moment. It's a minute thing, barely there, but it's enough for you to cease running your fingers through his hair.

Did he hear you? Panic wells up in your throat. Oh god. "Mark?"

He doesn't answer.

"Are you awake?" you whisper.

He still doesn't answer. His breathing resumes again, slower this time.

You bite your lip, waiting for ten very long seconds, and you slowly pull your hand away.

You swallow down whatever feelings bubbled up to the surface and leave his office, quiet as a mouse. You lean against the door and close your eyes for a moment, wondering if you'd fucked up a friendship you'd spent these past few months trying to mend.

The trek back to your quarters is long. You get ready for bed and end up staring at the ceiling for the rest of the night.

Was he awake? Did he hear everything? If he heard everything, then he definitely felt you with your hand in his hair.

Sleep takes you, eventually, but the sun is starting to rise when it does.

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"—and that concludes today's meeting. Please consult Summers for the minutes if there's an item you have a question about. I'll see you all next week. Dismissed."

The morning following the whole did-Mark-hear-did-he-not-hear dilemma is strangely anticlimactic. Mark greets you with the same gusto he does every other time he sees you, which is, to say the least, minimal. He doesn't give an indication that he heard you last night, or that he was disgusted by any of your actions. Frankly, it seems like he's avoiding talking to you, which is already the norm for your relationship these past few months. You chalk it up to your paranoia and gather up your datapad, shutting off the holographic projection on the table when he says, out of the blue, "I don't think you're a coward."

You jump nearly three feet in the air. The room had mostly cleared out, and any stragglers were busy talking amongst themselves, oblivious to the sheer terror running through their captain's veins.

"Jesus Christ, Mark! You scared me."

He raises an eyebrow. "How? I've been right here this whole time."

"It was unexpected, alright?" you huff, clutching your heart. "Give a person a warning, would ya?"

There's a fond smile on his lips, one that rounds his cheeks and narrows his eyes in a good way. That's when what he said hits you.

"Wait. What did you just say?"

"I said I've been right here—"

"No, no. The first thing."

"What, about me not thinking you were a coward?"

Your jaw drops, and every single cell in your body is screaming to run. He fucking heard you last night. He knows. He knows.

"I don't think you are. I never thought you were. I still stand by my opinion of you from the first time I met you."

You don't know what to do. He tilts his head down so that he can look you in the eye, and strangely enough, you find yourself unable to pull away.

“Captain, I’m going to be very presumptuous for a moment.”

Your mouth mimics that of a goldfish. “E-excuse me?”

“And I will go ahead and repeat myself again. You’re the bravest person I know. I don’t think you’re a coward. And even if you were, I wouldn’t think any less of you.”

You maintain eye contact, but you find yourself at a loss for words.

He steps closer, and there’s no malice or anger on his face. All you see is your head engineer, smiling at you like he always has, but there’s something clearer about it. Open fondness, affection, adoration. He tentatively takes your hand, interlocks your fingers together.

“I think you shouldn’t worry too much about being a captain. And I should probably take my own advice and not worry too much about being a head engineer. It’s a hard thing to adjust to when it’s the only thing you’ve known for so long.” He swallows, looks down at your hands. “But I’d still like to see what it’s like to not do that. Just someone going on a date with the person they like.”

It finally hits you.

You close your mouth, and you feel your features morph into something incredibly hopeful.

“I think I’d like to see that too,” you beam. Then, “Would you like to go on a date with me, Mark?”

The answering grin he gives you is blinding, and your chest is aflutter.

“Yes,” he squeezes your hand, saying your name. It sounds wonderful coming from his lips. “Yes, I would love that.”

buy me a coffee!

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[fandomfluffandfuck]

that sock garters post + your businessman steve tags.... mr s i am thinking!!! baby bucky on his knees, while steve instructs him to take it off using only his mouth 😩

'no hands, pup', steve says to him, while bucky whines on the floor, the leash attached to his collar willing him to obey, to be good for his daddy 🥴

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I AM SO GLAD YOU SENT THIS ASK.

I was thinking about that, and, in my head, I just... all I see is this Steve:

I know that was a suit for a funeral in the film but, just, put that out of your mind for now. Focus on how good he looks...

His square jaw and perfect, swept back hair paired with his smart sunglasses and sure mouth. The jacket is perfectly tailored to his broad, wide shoulders, and that classic white shirt and waistcoat underneath are well fitted, too. His waistcoat even has a cinch in the back to fit his sculpted, trim waist--extenuating it. His belt is polished and tight, holding his slacks in place, showing off the length of his legs with their traditional, straight fit. The fabric of his slacks is smooth and makes the softest, most pleasant swish, swish, swish as he struts, all confidence and power. Heads turn, necks break.

There are details throughout. The cinch of his waistcoat. The perfectly pressed fabric. The butter-soft, shining leather of his belt and shoes. There are even details where they're invisible, underneath that perfect, polished exterior--his sleeveless undershirt has even been pressed and clings to him like a second skin, his briefs are clinging and smooth as well, and, of course, his socks and their garters.

Steve slipped his feet into his sensible, all black work socks early, just after briskly showering, styling his hair with a round brush and blow drier, whistling to pass the time, dressing himself meticulously, building his outfit from his classic wardrobe, and setting his coffee to start. He points his toes and steps into them after rolling the legs of his pants up to just below his knees. After, he soothes any creases in his socks. He pulls the elastic garters up, attaches them, and takes another moment to smooth things out. He slides into his shiny, unblemished work shoes. Then, he unrolls his slacks, hiding his socks and garters. Finally, he stands, rising to his full, impressive height, buttons his suit jacket and swiftly moves into the kitchen, catching his coffee and toast. There's enough time for a quick flick through the newspaper, sitting at their wooden dining table in the open-plan kitchen and hosting space, before he has to run off to work, smelling like coffee and subtle cologne.

On especially bright, ideal days, Bucky wakes up in time to bundle himself in a fuzzy robe, tumble his way out of bed--half rubbing the sleep from his eyes and half winding his hair into a bed-headed mess that's more out of his face, tied back--to lean against the kitchen doorway, watching his immaculate partner go through his well-timed routine. There's always an extra minute for Steve to hum at the sight of him, planting a kiss on his sleep-warm cheek, and hand him the last half of his coffee in its pleasantly steaming mug.

So, yes, Steve is the well-dressed, well-mannered every day man. When he wants to, he has the skills to talk his way into and out of anything. It's why he makes a fantastic business man.

But...

That's also why he makes such a perfect dominant. He can come home from a long, busy day, a sigh on the cusp of falling from his lips, but restrain. He doesn't need to resort to such frivolous, even childish actions like pouting when he instead can allow himself to settle on the wooden bench in their home's entryway for a moment. Before he can even reach for his shoes himself, his wonderful partner and pet is scrambling to greet him--always such a pretty, eager thing.

"Daddy," his eyes are bright, and so is his voice, even if it's mostly breath. A gorgeous sort of purr.

"Buck," Steve hums, eagerly drinking in the way he folds onto his knees between Steve's thighs. Once he's in position, Steve lets one heavy, big hand card through his long, silky hair. He loves the way it glides through his hands like water. "Hi, puppy."

"Hi," such a sweet thing, he's already blushing. Warm and affectionate, just like a puppy should be.

"How was your day, pup?" Steve asks, genuinely curious.

"Good," Bucky brushes a warm kiss to his knee, "did the usual."

"That's good," he approves.

"Mmm-hmm," Bucky bites his lip.

Watching over the handsome, slightly-crooked line of his nose, Steve inquires, "anything elsw you want to ask, pup?"

"Uh," he flushes a shade darker, "uh-huh."

"Ask away then, silly boy," he rumbles.

His puppy gives a happy wiggle, "can I..." he drags his sky-blue eyes down the line of his legs, "can I help, Daddy?"

"I'd love that, Buck," he smiles.

"Okay," he wiggles again. If he had a tail, it'd be thumping against the floor. His whole body leans closer to the floor, too, squirming down and reaching for the laces of his shoes.

"No hands, pup, remember your manners," Steve murmurs. His chest full and happy.

Bucky audibly swallows what should've been a whine. His excitement boiling over, "yes, Daddy," he whispers.

Then, his sweet boy brings his mouth to the tops of his shoes and delicately positions the aglet between his front teeth, tugging his head back gently, just enough to unwind the tie. He loosens his shoelaces carefully--right then left--and is extra careful and affection to nose around his ankles. Nuzzling in. Tracing the sharp, strong shapes of the lateral and medial melleolus as well as the front of his tibia through his socks and slacks. Bucky's curious nose is vaguely cold, but Steve doesn't care.

When he asks so prettily for help, Steve lifts his feet, one then the other in turn, out of his dress shoes. Then, Bucky takes the first of his shoes into his mouth, holding it securely but not hard enough to leave teeth marks in the nice, polished leather, and crawls on his hands and knees across the entryway to place the shoe in the appropriate place on their organized rack. The handsome sway of his hips as he moves is hypnotic. The only thing that would make this better would be if he were naked--Steve knows the wings of his shoulderblades, the notches of his spine, the breadth of his hips, and the length of this thighs well. But a reminder never hurt anyone.

Bucky fetches and returns the second shoe just as beautifully as he does the first.

He's breathtaking even in the poor, dim evening lighting of the front of their house. Well trained and so obedient. He melts stunningly into his role--little hearts in his hazy eyes, lips pink, warm breaths so heated with content pleasure they come out in soft clouds. Perfect.

They eat dinner in near silence, comfortable and unhurried. The clink and clanking of their plates, cutlery, and glasses.

Then, they end the evening with Bucky back at his feet, one of his hands securely wrapped around Steve's ankle, before he changes out of his work clothes. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, Bucky's fingers flirt with the tops of his socks and the garters keeping them in place. Mindless. He's so sweet and pretty, it's all Steve can do to pull him into his lap, wrap his legs around his waist, and carry him to bed where he scarcely can unzip and pull himself out before ravaging him on their perfectly made bed.

Steve thrusts into him deep and hard, his arousal coiling tightly in the carnal pleasure of his hot, wet body, of course, but mostly he pulls his arousal from the watery, overwhelmed tears building in his puppy's eyes and the soft, helpless whines he makes and the trembling pout of his lips made especially worse when Steve spares one hand from holding his weight up over his puppy, rutting into him, to choke him instead.

Bucky paws at his wrist with both hands, not trying to get him to stop, trying to make him grab harder even as he gasps and moans silently.

Steve vows right then and there that tomorrow, he's calling off work, and they're going to go shopping. His puppy needs a collar and leash. He's so well trained that he doesn't need them to obey, but his Daddy wants it. He wants it all. He wants him so bad. His good boy. He wants it complete with a tag, silver inscribed with his contact information. His puppy.

"Mine." Steve growls, kissing him on the mouth. Hard.

"Yes!" Bucky cries, his eyes rolling back, so stuffed full of cock that he's choking--he'd be choking even if there weren't a hand on his throat.

Yes yes yes, oh, God, yes, he feels so owned and fucked and good.

#asks #fandomfluffandfuck #steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #dom steve #sub bucky

[hualianff]

Thinking about modern au artist HC who excels at various traditional art forms including ceramics, painting, and sculpting. Soon enough, the time comes for HC to learn the witchcraft that is digital art.

And man is it a phat STRUGGLE.

In general, HC talks out loud to himself during his artistic process - a quirk that XL (the husband) can’t help but find endearing.

(HC waiting for his shit to render: “anytime now…preferably within the next century…” 🙄

HC shading: “what if we make you a little darker? just like that…hmm, I don’t hate it-??”

HC, confused: *aggressively scribbles on the screen* “HELLO?? WHY ARENT YOU BLENDING!?”

HC trying to find the layer where the stoopid random black dot is: “I WILL find you. I MUST…”

HC undoing one stroke a thousand times: “nope” *undos* “nope” *undos* “fuck you” *undos*)

***

Cue HC internally crying every month because “WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH MY STYLE??” 😭😭

***

HC bent over his desk like shrimp. 🦐

XL insists HC takes breaks, for food and general rest. He massages HC’s neck, shoulders, back, and hands - HC naturally melts back into his beloved’s hands.

HC has a folder on his desktop titled “gege’s masterpieces” which are all of XL’s drawings for HC.

***

SQX: “ohmygod can you draw me!?”

HC: “nu”

HC goes back to drawing portraits of XL.

***

HC watching the piece he spent days drawing get surpassed in likes by a dumb doodle of his pets he did when battling artblock: “make it make sense” 😡

XL: “it’s because you made e’ming and ruoye so cute!” 🥰

***

Imagine HC mindlessly twirling his apple pen between his long fingers, even while he’s pacing around their apartment.

He also tends to play with the cap of the charging plug, resulting in him constantly losing it!! It’s such a tiny, white thing - it could be anywhere…

Somehow, XL magically finds the cap in the most unassuming places and puts it somewhere safe so he can hand it back when HC’s already pulling his hair out.

***

XL hangs his favorite pieces of HC’s artwork around their apartment !!

When guests come over for the first time, they’ll stare at the beautifully framed art pieces in awe.

And XL will proudly say,” oh, this is actually all of San Lang’s work! Isn’t he amazing?” 😊

***

Many people think HC’s signature is a distinct symbol, shape, or even an obscure drawing with a hidden message. In turn, this has caused HUGE debates on Twitter about what the signature actually means.

One popular stan account had successfully gathered clues over the years. After comparing a lot of pics, lives, doodles, etc., they come to the conclusion that the signature is actually a word.

But what exactly does it say?

Still unknown.

And when some indie magazine goes and interviews HC, THEY HAVE TO ASK.

Interviewer: “Crimson Rain, you must tell us, we’re begging, what does your signature mean? It’s been a topic of WAR for years amongst your fans!”

HC: “oh, it’s just my name”

Everyone: ☠️🤡☠️🤡☠️

Interviewer: “would you mind demonstrating for us?”

HC, shrugging: “sure”

HC, messing up the second stroke of his name: “wait no, let me restart”

***

Twitter trending tags:

#WHAT

#THAT’S HIS HAND WRITING???

#IM JARED 19

#CRIMSON RAIN

#HAND WRITING

#THIS WHOLE TIME !?

(2)

***

W/ @no-one-says-hi

#tgcf #heaven official’s blessing #hualian #hua cheng #xie lian #modern au #cerdrabbles #artist struggles #funny

[blae-kitta]

Zoro 🐯 Process:

Commentary below:

Notes:

One of the first attempts at sculpting the boy; the head was later altered quite a bit and the legs entirely scrapped, and the torso bulked up shaking my shoulders feverishly: we need to properly represent his 110 cm bust and what we have isn't cutting it. Scabbards were made (which survived till the end!) and the original clay swords were made by this point.

New torso and legs give (hallelujah), as well as the loops and holes for the ears (such finicky small work, fuck me) were made. Holes were first made with straight wire and dried before the hoops were gently (and with swearing) inserted through.

Clothes added, also with swearing as the clay dried and stiffened faster then I wanted to and made it hard to get nice folds. Scarf was re-made and smoothed later.

Scabbards added! Immediately drops it and breaks a piece of it off. I've glued multiple bits of the scabbards back on the flimsy bastards. He remained armless for a good while. A Venus on the shelf by my desk...

Because the clay sword (after a good hour of tender focused work) would IMMEDIATELY would break upon the lightest touch, annoying me to no end, one evening was like God I wish I had actual metal to use instead wouldn't that be cool, and then was like OH! I COULD DO THAT! So the metal is actually cut from the tin of a cat food can, straightened and sanded., as seen in photo!

The blades hilted, before placed in capable hands

ARMS! and the sculpting is finished. Onto painting!

First layers of paint on various parts; I generally paint via colours I'm using at the moment (ie, greens in this instance)

More layers laid down. I generally go for shading in rules of three (main colour, lighter, and darker hues) and apply them at different opacity of acrylic. Adjusted the green since I found it too pungent. Once the fur tones were finished I gave him his stripes (cue me searching up loads of photos of tigers and tiger fursonas to see how people have done the stripes. Did you know depending on the area they are from they have different face shapes and stripe patterns? Fascinating stuff)

Finished project! Last layers, and highlights where added, adjusted the eye and fuck-ups re-adjusted. Dropped and had to reglue things. The gold is actual gold leaf I applied using a glue you paint on but that was a bit of a whole mess and took a long time, and doesn't go on very flat on very not-flat surfaces... (Who would have thought...) In the future may instead use gold paints for metallics.

Here's also the link to the post of more photos of him finished!

#one piece zoro #roronoa zoro #zoro #op zoro #zoro figure #op figures #hugin scribbles #hugin sculpts #hugin wip #op fanart #one piece #furry art #anthro #furry #tiger zoro #not sure if people find this interesting but i do so. BEHOLD MY PROCESS #i have like zero knowledge on actual sculpting of figures. i just do it and go well. sure that works #should watch some doll making vids or something to pick up better techniques. hm #theres something so clean and nice about the non+painted versions. pure #god when i firsy put down the green i was like. oh this looks SO much like someones unrealistic lime green tiger fursona #muting the tones a bit helped with that. and the stripes #was a bit annoyed with the stripes at first cause i was like oh no thats too realistic but i think it looks good that way #not pictured is me swearing while working on his fucking earrings #theyre brass wire with the caly and holy shit the clay is so finicky when its that small. the length of time it took to do them. #did them like three times separately and then also LOST ONE and then had to also apply the adhesive for the gold foil and the gold foil #never again for something that small. #but at the same time oooo fuck yeah onto the next project. that hopefully WONT take me like 8 fucking months

[demonbanger]

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 & 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎: “𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐘 𝐌𝐄” | 18+

𖥸 Two gym workers, also known as the strongest two men in the gym, have their eyes set on buff girl! reader and are enchanted by her legendary muscles.

𖥸 wc: 6.3k

𖥸 cw: oral (masc & fem receiving), afab reader, female bodybuilder reader, thirsty buff feral boys, gym mention, muscle worshipping the reader, big thighs, sweaty muscles, semi public sex, threesome, creampies, pure filth, horny buildup on all sides <;3

𖥸 (As you can see by my illustration this is v v v self indulgent I hope you enjoy) 💪

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Front desk worker Gojo sighed as he looked at you, lifting heavy on one of your upper body days after a long day of college work.

“Geto,” his teeth were clenched to bite back a moan as he saw your back muscles flex while you set down the dumbbells and picked up heavier ones to lift for your next set.

Geto was already looking at you. “I know.”

“No, hah, look,” Satorou nodded downward as his fellow personal trainer glanced down to see a hardening bulge in his work pants.

Geto smirked. “I know, she’s fucking jacked. It’s so hot.”

“ I mean,,, look at her arms…gonna make such a mess on myself if I keep watching, she’s so strong, shit” he whispered in response.

The white-haired man was glad the front desk area could conceal his fat boner from gym goers.

You pressed your bodyweight above your head for rep after rep, the pump in your arms and shoulders giving the two trainers you didn’t know were watching from the front desk, pumps as well…in their third legs.

“Hope she stays late so she can help us close.”

“Or just closes those thunder thighs around my face, that’s fine too. She can break my nose, honestly.”

“Maybe in the sauna so she can get her sweat all over me.” Geto pulled his man-bun tighter like he would if he could eat you out right now. He totally would. He’d storm out towards you, rip off the spandex that barely covered your ass, and eat you with reckless abandon.

“Fuck yeah, I want in.”

Their cocks both jumped when they saw you bend over to grab your phone and water bottle, music blasting in your earbuds, spandex getting swallowed by cheeks sculpted by the gods…or just squats and deadlifts, that jiggled as you walked across the gym towards a machine.

They prayed that you looking at your phone and smiling was because of a favorite song and not because of a partner’s text.

When your little glossy lips wrapped around the straw of your water bottle and your throat constricted to chug as much water as possible, you looked so adorable and unknowingly provocative.

You would wrap your cute hands around the handles of the machine , both handles that were quite thick on that piece of equipment that had them think, what if instead of those bars were their extremely girthy cocks in each of your hands? Your fingers would certainly not be able to touch then. Your grip strength was probably amazing.

They wanted you to straddle them, not the damned seat. Wanted to see the straight face you made as you worked out, falter. Just once. Would you look determined to take them down your throat, or submissive? Wondered if you had silenced your little grunts and noises on purpose. They wanted to make you scream, cry, bounce on their cocks, put your strong legs to work.

Geto decided to make his rounds putting plates that people didn’t put away, back on the plate holders. He would see how dutiful you were putting the 5 pound plates away by the other 5’s, sometimes moving the huge 45’s with ease so everything was organized. Good girl. He knew you were so subtle in looking at him, except for the day he was squatting with Gojo. You were so silly pretending like you were just taking a flex selfie in the mirror when in reality you were trying to get them both in the frame so you could touch yourself to them when going through your camera roll later. Little minx. Suguru was keen to the games you’d play. How you’d “refill your water bottle” as if it was that empty, just so they could see you pass by, and just so you could look at their fat asses and big legs on the way back to your exercise, wishing you could spot and be right behind the big men squatting an insane 6 plates like it was nothing. On each side. Not total. They were the strongest in the gym and it made your pussy clench around nothing seeing how they one-upped each other and had fun while they lifted weight that would probably break national and world records.

He was keen to how you’d smile hearing how encouraging and sweet Satorou was in training his clients. The way you played it cool in saying hi to them tonight and tried not to make too much eye contact with Geto. He was sure that when you put your phone near the scanner, which was near where he sat by the computer monitor, that he caught a whiff of your juices on your fingers. Or maybe it was a figment of his imagination. No, Gojo smelled it too, biting his tongue instead of his lip so you wouldn’t see. Sighing when you went to the locker rooms. If they didn’t have such strong legs they’d already be wiped out because you made their knees feel so damn weak.

They would always perv out when you’d walk by in your baggy clothes, wondering what little shorts and small top you’d have today when you took off the pump covers. It was like unwrapping a little present and it gave them so much joy each time when your pretty face came in, then turned into a game face, and you went through the process of peeling off clothing layers to reveal a Greek goddess physique. Gojo wanted to unwrap the entire candy, taste your gooey drippy center.

Geto talked to you the months you prepared for your bodybuilding competition, seeing you practicing your posing, the days your veins and shredded muscles would stand out so sexily on your figure. You were so dedicated, and so nice, even though you were really looking forward to eating an entire feast of junk food after the show and probably felt so grumpy the more you neared the show day. It’s an entire process to manipulate your salt and water intake, your entire lifestyle, the way you’d manipulate the amount of rice you ate, the posing practice, the cutting out your favorite foods, the glamming up and buying of a sparkly suit. You’d wear your heels in the gym and practice your posing sometimes in the yoga room when it was empty. And when you told him casually you had won first place, he had expected nothing less.

Now here you were, growing, getting stronger, and your ass was begging to be grabbed.

He knew because he was right behind you, and you turned around, looking up and smiling. He waited as you took out a Bluetooth ear bud.

“You’re so helpful in putting the plates back, but please conserve your energy for your sets, miss hulk.”

He knew you wouldn’t take it the wrong way. Like you couldn’t handle putting plates on and off the machine. He knew you could handle everything all on your own. But this was his way of being a gentleman whilst acknowledging your muscle mommy status.

“Aww are you sure?” Your voice was so sweet, yet so full of some sort of tension. Your eyes looked down to Geto’s knockers of pecs, then back up to admire his half up man bun look. You wanted to pull his hair.

“Positive, you crazy beast. Shoulders are looking massive by the way, y/n.”

He gave you a fist bump and you both thought of how big his fist looked compared to yours.

“Oh stop, just trying to get your jojo delts, big boy.” Big boy. He tried to suppress his blush at the stupid nickname but blood can’t be manipulated unless you lift weights or get a release of sorts.

He winked. “I’ve got some new forearm equipment and cable pieces if you just ask Gojo or me. I’ll stop harassing you, nice to see you tonight.”

“Not bothering me at all, I’ll definitely go up. Also I know it’s close to closing I can help you guys, I feel bad, or I’ll try and hurry up—“

“My lady, please don’t rush. Let us take care of it. We’ve got you. Finish your work out on your own time. It’s your planet, we’re just living in it. If you need extra weight me or Gojo will be up there for you to grab.” You giggled.

He spoke with so much authority, with such smoothness and wit. All whilst being such a dork. So you nodded and went back to sit on the machine to start your set.

He saw the sweat mark on the machine seat, like the freak he is, with the outline of your ass and wet little pussy printed on there all pretty. You still had that ripe aroma, except now you smelled even sweeter up close… and breedable. He made his rounds in cleaning and reported back to Gojo.

Gojo smiled. It was so dead in this fucking gym. The night crew of Maki and Nobara (seriously when was their wedding) and the buff guys, including the best gym bros Yuuji and Todo, said their goodbyes ten minutes before closing. True gym etiquette. And you, the only exception to the policy? You were so focused. You took some pre-workout caffeine mix right before your arrival so you were having major tunnel vision in pushing the weights and getting maximal blood flow. Bicep vein popping. Sharp lines and ab lines. You had no idea they locked the doors.

Half of the gym lights were off and that’s all you knew, so you wrapped it up and began to put the weights back.

“Oi, y/n,” Gojo hoped you heard him a little as he waved. You smiled at the snow-haired man. Putting your headphones away, “ay vanilla gorilla, what’s up?”

His crystalline eyes glimmered darkly for a second. “So creative as usual. You flatter me, but my back ain’t as big as a silverback yet. Hey. Join us in the sauna; it’s our closing routine. It’ll be relaxing.”

You thought for a second.

He added, “we can even get some late night Korean bbq if you’d like as well, if you can.”

You grinned. “Right now I’m on that see food and eat it meal plan so I’m totally down!!!”

The corners of his lips turned up slightly. “Great, see you there.” He whispered something under his breath. Princess. But you didn’t know if he said that. Nah. in your dreams.

He smelled so good. You wanted him and Geto to throw you around and manhandle you so badly but it would probably never happen. They probably had girlfriends and saw you as a gym buddy. But still.

“Mm, Geto?”

The 6’2” brunet near the deadlift platform perked up.

“Yes, my ladyship?”

Gosh his silly little titles for you made you feel so conflicted because you wished, hopelessly, that he was flirting with you.

“While I still have a pump are you able to help me take a flexing video? It’s hard to do it myself.”

“No, ma’am, actually no filming allowed in the gym,” he winked, taking your phone and cueing you to move back towards the best lighting.

You made your flexes and he whistled and hyped you up. When you were done and he handed you the phone, you laughed.

“Wow you made me not look like a midget in this video like anyone else would when they help me!”

Geto smirked. That probably includes her exes who want to look good themselves but could give a rat’s ass about her, he mused. How one of them decided he no longer wanted to lift with her and felt he was too good for her, was beyond him. It should’ve been the other way around.

“Well, I can always help you out in any way you need, film you whenever you’d like. Just promise to send me them too so I can learn how to pose from you,” he wiggled his eyebrows. Your heart skipped a beat. Was he joking around? You had no idea.

“Oh I suck at posing, but if you think I’m good then I guess I am and I’ll send you my boring flexing videos,” you laughed.

Your blush deepened when his dark eyes sparkled. “Well I think you’re fucking perfect, y/n.”

Your oblivious ass laughed and shook your head in absolute stupid denial. You were confident in yourself but he was just so friendly and hot it made you question everything and you had to keep telling yourself to stay calm.

Plus how ugh, he and Gojo are so tall, and he smelled so crisp, so yummy. How were you going to survive in a little stuffy sauna where scents were only magnified, and your arousal will get only hotter in the hot ass room?

You swallowed thickly and felt wetness trickle in your panties when you saw Gojo sitting with his head back in the sauna, white hair let down in messy damp waves framing his oceanic eyes. His shirt? Nowhere to be seen. Instead a little black towel draped over his neck to bring out his bright hair. Sweat and moisture began to glaze over rippling abs and a wide expanse of thick, carved muscles.

You took your shoes off. As was the policy, and set your stuff down besides your water bottle. Then opened the door and stepped in.

“Oh, hi guys,” Gojo smiled, unfazed by how hot it was in the room.

“Hey,” you chirped, stepping on the wooden level of seats that Satorou’s head was near, sitting in the corner so you could see both him and Geto, who. Also. Had his shirt. Off. Great. When did he find the time to do that? Made sense though, since they wore polos. Didn’t want to make their work outfits too nasty, you figured.

You were throbbing down there, and watched as Geto took off his hair tie, his hair fell down gorgeously, and he held his hair tie between sharp canines as he put it up into a high pony with some wisps hanging out.

“What’s the matter, tough girl?” Geto’s teasing voice lilted as he smirked up at you.

“Oh, I just like your hairstyle.” Geto chuckled, satisfied. Not checking your big daddy arms out…or anything like that.

“How was your shoulder and back workout, Y/n?” Gojo asked.

Oh so he was watching you. You never told him what you were working on today. Hopefully your form was alright. Well of course it was, you have perfect technique and lift slowly and as controlled as possible, even during explosive lifts with heavy weights. Of course he wouldn’t question it either. But you were such a perfectionist who worked hard in all you did.

“It was great! Lifted heavy for both. I know it’s a big range of muscles to work out but considering I missed yesterday’s shoulder day I had to make it up by raw-dogging both.”

Geto thought, excellent word choice, she can raw dog two muscle groups at a time, huh. Maybe raw-dogging two more big muscle groups wouldn’t hurt.

He smiled, voice so deep, “I bet your rear delts are going to be so sore tomorrow.”

“Hopefully. I’m trying to get big melon delts like you guys, and being sore would be a reward,” you knocked on his shoulder as if it was metal and hissed, shaking off your hand like your knuckles hurt, making the two men crack up at your antics.

“All lies. We’re trying to get as big as you. Say, Y/n, how does one get such massive traps like yours?” Gojo’s left arm rested and stretched out on the platform you sat on. His hand was inches away from your butt. So close, yet so far.

You let out a little laugh, getting goosebumps in even the hot-ass room. “Stress and carrying my team at work or in school group projects.”

“Really? I can help you get some of the knots out if you’d like.“

“Damn for free? You look like you’d be good at massaging too.”

“I could be.” His hand went from being so close to you to patting the space next to him. You stood up and hopped all the way down to the ground like a lil cat.

“While I’m up I’ll turn the heat up, too.”

“Great idea,” Geto chimed. “Reaping the sauna benefits more.”

They both checked out your ass hungrily and shamelessly, practically drooling and wanting to just grab you by the thighs and devour you with their hands.

You didn’t know because they were so much better at looking at your ass without getting caught, than you were at looking at their asses without getting caught.

You settled with your back to Gojo on the spot he patted, and felt big, heavy, rough hands engulf almost your entire shoulders. You took a deep breath as he kneaded you so well, pin-pointing all your pressure points that made you react under his big fingers. He was firm and applied the perfect amount of pressure. Maybe you’d milk it so he’d manhandle all of your sorest muscles. You wanted it to hurt a little bit.

“Can you possibly go a little bit harder?”

“Like this?” He upped his pressure and squeezing of your shoulders perfectly.

“Mm, perfect,” you were trying not to moan as a hand snaked up to encircle the back of your neck and squeeze. You shivered. Your neck was so sensitive and he was sending chills up and down your spine with every movement.

“You’re so fucking tight, y/n, shit,” Gojo’s husky voice sounded like he was calling something else tight, not your traps. “Sugu, come feel this.”

A set of hot, calloused hands that were just as large and heavy rubbed skillfully at your slowly loosening traps.

You accidentally let out a little mewl, and it was not lost on the men how your neck relaxed in his hold and your head tilted obediently however he’d move around your neck.

“Wow she is tight,” Geto’s smirk was in his voice behind you. As he pretended to ignore the little mewl that drove him nuts just now. He was wrapping you around the tip of his finger.

“You guys are so good at this! The stress is leaving my body seriously,” you were trying to act normal, like you didn’t just moan right now.

“Come to us if you ever need to let off some steam,”

“I certainly will.” You were trying to play it cool to not ruin your friendship with the super nice gym workers, but you were getting so wet and they had so much fucking testosterone and their voices were so low in your ears, they were so so close to you, and it was getting really difficult to fight off your wet dreams all these nights of them having their way with you, ramming into you and taking turns cumming inside you, maybe spit roasting you, and and and ……

Your lids became heavy and you were throbbing, hoping they didn’t notice you squeezing your legs together. Geto’s huge hand was now almost choking you from the front, as his other hand’s thumb rubbed deeply into your pressure point on your back.

“Nnrggh, right there, fuck,” your back arched a tiny bit.

“Aww, I love making you feel good, am I better than Gojo at this?” His silken voice rumbled playfully in your ear, pretending not to know you basically were moaning and begging for his touch. You sounded so pretty when you begged.

“Hey, not fair. Y/n, how does your lower body feel?” Gojo was now in front of you, kind of pouting with his blue kaleidoscope eyes boring into yours. He will one-up his gym bro, in all things including making their shared crush feel good and pulling noises from her.

You hissed through your teeth as Geto rubbed circles down your spine, which made your hairs stand on end from your erogenous zones being touched. You had no idea he was so close to you waiting for you to lean back onto him.

“S-sore as always, my hips feel tight as hell, also this can seriously not be free”

Gojo chuckled. “For you, doll, anything is free. Look, I can massage those tree trunk legs so you don’t feel that tightness, I bet walking sucks for you.” If only he made walking really suck for me.

“Holy shit I can’t pass—pass up a deal like that,” your voice was a bit higher from arousal and you found yourself stumbling on your words. Hello, brain? Why aren’t you working properly? We’re all just friends.

Gojo looked lost in thought with an unreadable hazed expression over his eyes, thumb stroking his chin for a second. “Mm, good. Anything for our favorite tigress. You work so hard.”

Big hands began to squeeze at your thighs, slender fingers kneading , thumbs pressing into your soft inner thighs. You had to really control your breathing through your nose so it didn’t look labored since Gojo was right in front of you.

Geto’s hands were at your hips, thumbs pressing into your lower back.

“Shit, ‘to, you need to feel how muscular her thighs are. Y/n flex. Holy shit!!! That is such a flex!”

Your voice cracked a little in trying to hold back your moan, and you giggled. “Thank you, I just do a shit ton of squats and deadlifts.”

“Such a dedicated pretty lil muscle mommy,” Geto murmured, hands moving higher up your thigh near the hem of your tiny shorts. Awfully close to—

“Y/n is a muscle mommy indeed, like crush me between these thighs like a watermelon. You need to be worshipped 24/7.” Both men were admiring your pretty legs in those tiny, tiny shorts.

“I um—n-no I don’t,” you stammered as the heat of the sauna, the way Geto kneaded your thigh a mere couple inches away from your pussy, the electric bolt sent to your clit, your feeling of his big heavy thick arm holding you still under your arms, the praise, the tension, it was too much and your voice was thick with lust. But theirs were thicker.

You flipped the straw to your water flask open and it hissed, squirting cold water all over your face, and you barely flinched. Geto’s thumb wandered to near your pussy lip and you whimpered, sucking on your straw to unsuccessfully distract yourself, and spread your legs farther instinctively.

Gojo had enough. The tension, he agreed, was too damn much. “Fuck. Such a good girl, you look so good like this. Done pretending I don’t need you right now.” You looked delicious in the dark sauna as your brain was slowly processing what he just said. With water dripping down your chin, between your pecs, over some of your thighs, the rest of your body covered in a glowy aura of sweat. Dressed well but disheveled. A goddess walking the earth, and the only woman to show him what angels looked like. He brought a hand up to cup your jaw and without warning, crashed his soft, glossy lips onto yours. Your lips danced as if they were lost dates in a ballroom and he parted the kiss, icy blues peering into your soul. “Taste so sweet.”

Two of Geto’s big, thick fingers suddenly shoved into your slick walls, and your jaw dropped in shocked pleasure. Gojo, ever the opportunist, diving back in and using his thick tongue to explore your mouth. You began to kiss back, moaning as the ebony haired man started to move his fingers inside you, trying to find your sweet spot. Your hands had to brace yourself behind you, and you grabbed onto Geto’s meaty thighs. “Mmm Geto—Gojo—“ your voice was muffled as you kept making out with the white haired man. A gasp and tightening of your grip on his thighs indicated that Geto found it, and he took his fingers out of you to taste your slick.

“Damn Gojo, you’re right. She tastes delicious.”

He kissed and bit on your neck, grabbing handfuls of your ass and groaning. “Lady, we’ve been wanting you ever since you stepped foot in this gym years ago.”

His mauve eyes were so intense as you looked up at him since he made you face him. Hold on. Wait. They were working that long ago? You never noticed. But clearly they noticed you long ago. How long were they pining after you?

You hummed a questionable “hmm?” Before Gojo broke the kiss to agree. His voice was laced with not just desire. He was ravenous for you, feral even. “You’re growing so fucking strong, who wouldn’t want you? You’re our Greek goddess who sculpted herself. Fuck you’re so driven and strong, Y/N it turns me on like nothing else to see you be so jacked like you could just destroy me”

Geto plunged his fingers back into you and you keened at the praise and the feeling of him stretching you out.

“Tight pretty girl, why don’t you give us a little flex, treat us a little. Let us worship you.”

You were too dumb on his fingers to feel anymore shame to do the silly request, and you flexed your arms. Gojo felt up your biceps and kissed and sucked them, while Geto licked circles on your neck and shoulders pumping his big fingers in and out of your dripping sex.

Your head was spinning, the two men began to sandwich you between their muscles, and Gojo started playing with the hem of your shorts.

You were reduced to whines and little pleas.

“Shit you’re so fucking wet, Y/n,” Geto practically growled, and you arched back into him. Your head rested on his chest, which felt so squishy because of his tiddies. He held you down in place with a big arm so you didn’t buck your hips too much…you just had to take him fingering you and driving you wild.

“S’because I think about you guys all the time,” your nails dug into Geto’s arm but he didn’t stop fingering you and rubbing circles around your pert little clit.

“Oh, is that so, love?” Gojo nibbled on your other ear, so close to you that you could smell the delicious abundance of pheromones coming off these two men, making your heart race besides Geto’s fingers and the heat.

“‘M always soaking wet going to the gym and seeing you, cancelled a gym membership I wasn’t using because this is m-my favorite, I get to see my favorite big men,” your hand traced down Gojo’s abs, and he moaned.

“Oh is that so? Do me a favor. Lose the clothes, sweetheart.”

You complied as the men gave you a little bit of space and began to undress themselves as well, showing big strong meaty man thighs that you just wanted to bite and ride. And better yet—when they took off their boxer briefs—big, thick cocks slapped their abs and bobbed up and down, arousal pooled all the way down there. Dripping precum. So much fucking meat. So many pretty veins. You gasped when you saw them and they chuckled.

“You can handle anything, Y/n. So you can handle us, right? Fit us inside you?” Geto stroked his cock slowly, panting with arousal as pleasing you and your hot, tight little pussy got him so riled up. His dark eyes seemed to plead for your agreement. They’ve both sported boners since you worked out so finally taking the pants off felt so good.

“Mm, I want to prep her a bit more Geto, can we do that?” Gojo put a towel down and motioned for you to sit on the higher seat and you obliged. “Such a good, obedient girl.” He put your legs over his wide shoulders and two long fingers made a V and spread your puffy pussy lips to admire your perked up clit and how wet you were. He flattened his tongue and swirled it over your clit ferociously.

“Gojo!!! Ahhh,” you mewled as you bucked into his face. He began to make out with your pussy all sloppily, lapping up your juices, swirling all over, up and down, and inside you. Eating you out like he was famished. “Usually I don’t like to eat my sweet desserts first but—“ your juices were dripping down his chin already and he looked so gorgeous with his messy white hair, “now I need to eat it before dinner, and after dinner, for breakfast, and lunch, forever and ever if it’s you.” His tongue kept fucking you as he rubbed the entire alphabet over your clit, and it was too much for poor you. Your legs began to entrap his head and instead of going up for air, his other arm hooked around them to bring your thighs even closer together and choke him out more.

Geto was nibbling, sucking and twirling your nipples between his fingers. One of your hands dug into Gojo’s hair pulling him down and making the man moan, and another one of your hands dug into Geto’s silky locks to pull him in to kiss you. He growled as you tugged him in. You tasted a little hint of yourself on his mouth from when he tasted his fingers. He brought up an experimental hand to choke you and you bit his bottom lip, licking it after. He smirked, choking you harder and you spasmed under both men’s touches, moaning as Geto kept kissing you and dominating your mouth as you began to feel light headed. They were pumping their cocks, and Geto stood at your level, so you were eye level to his fat cock, a sexy happy trail going from his carved abs to his goods. You took him in your hand and licked a stripe up the precum that was dribbling down his large bottom vein.

“Fuck, just like that sweetheart,” a heavy hand rested on top of your head, and he didn’t move or fuck your face. You licked all the way up to his swollen pink head, which you sucked and licked circles.

You looked into his heavy lidded eyes as he moaned deeply, the hot sound and Gojo’s hastening ministrations on you making you moan around him. And with that vibration, Geto lost control and began to thrust into your mouth, and in response you bobbed your head. Your jaw was going to hurt so bad later from this huge cock but you didn’t care whatsoever, struggling to take even half of his cock yet you were determined. They were right. You could barely even hold the entirety of his or Gojo’s girth with your middle finger and thumb touching. “So—good—fuck,” he hissed.

Gojo was absolutely drunk on your pussy. He knew he could spend hours between your muscular thighs, slurping and lapping at your overstimulated sex. Curling his fingers into the sweet spot he also found. You could feel yourself getting close, so close, and you began to sob into Geto’s cock, legs shaking and holding onto his huge thighs for stability as you twisted his cock and gave him the best blowjob of his life.

They knew you were getting close.

“God you’re so hot,” Geto was breathless, as you would try to keep eye contact with him whenever you weren’t rolling your eyes back. “Cum for us.”

And with that, as Gojo switched his hand and mouth, rubbing circles on your clit quickly with his index and fucking your sensitive walls with his tongue, you came undone, bucking into his face, silently screaming, switching eye contact between both men, making them groan.

“Holy shit, Gojo, that’s so hot,” Geto without warning thrusted deeper than you could handle. You gagged, and with that felt hot seed go down your throat into your belly.

“Such a champ, sweetheart.” He was still pretty hard, and held your chin up to kiss you and taste his release and your mouth. Your pussy and ears were buzzing and you were so distracted you didn’t realize Gojo was lining himself up with your entrance. He rubbed your clit a little bit with his tip, then plunged in, making you gasp and whine at the same time. Nothing could prepare you for how fucking big either of them were, and tears that threatened to fall from sucking Geto off fell from the burning stretch in your walls.

“A-ah, hurts! S’too big,” you cried, and he rubbed your thigh soothingly.

“I know, darling, I know. You can take it though, yeah? Be our little cocksleeve.” You moaned in agreement and bit your lip. Geto kissed your forehead and stroked your hair.

Inch by inch, he went deeper and deeper until he bottomed out. “How are you feeling, Princess?” He asked through clenched teeth.

“Please, I n-need you to fuck me,” you cried, and with your permission he wasted no time, bucking into you wildly. Sounds of skin slapping skin and wet squelching filled the sauna, and his sweat dripped on to you making you more aroused. You realized not all of it was sweat. Some of it was your juices that you squirted onto him. And he loved it.

You grew dizzy as he held one of your thighs up and bent the other one up in a half mating press. He went deeper inside you than any man has gone before and with Geto being so large too…fuck. You were screaming his name and sobbing, as Geto choked you a little again and bit on your neck to mark you up as his.

You desperately clung onto any muscles you could, and you looked and felt drunk on pleasure.

“Been wanting you so bad for so long, both of us did,” Gojo moaned, barely out of breath as overwhelming pleasure clouded your vision.

Geto added, “you’re going to be our strong little pet, built to take us both so perfectly.” You were so wet and dumb that juices dribbled down your ass and created a white ring around Gojo’s cock.

“Wonder whose kids you’ll be having first, Y/n?” The raven-haired man was thinking out loud. It took you a second.

“Wait wha—hahhh!” Gojo was kissing your cervix and bruising your walls, but when he put his palm on your tummy to feel his bulge through your stomach, and thumbed your clit, you saw stars again and clamped down on him.

Gojo was getting close as well as he rammed into you, his balls slapping against your ass, thinking about putting his kids inside you.

He moaned as your whines filled his ears and made him go insane, wanting to absolutely ruin you and fill you over and over again. And with that, you came another time, squeezing his cock as he thrusted deeply into you, and finished inside you, filling you with his hot seed as deep inside you as he could before pulling out.

Some cum oozed out of your winking pussy because you were already so dripping wet before getting fucked.

Geto got up. “My turn!!” He grinned darkly to you. Gojo took his place near your face, and Geto manhandled you to be bent over on your knees, mouth near Gojo’s cock. Your head took residence between his strong thighs. He was still hard. How the hell…

You knew what to do, so dumb on the dick and wanting more inside you, you whimpered and took him in your mouth and hands, giving Gojo puppy eyes. He stroked your hair, biting his pretty lip at the sight. A smack left your ass stinging, and a second blow made you moan around Gojo’s big cock.

But what made you moan even louder was Geto stretching you out all over again and fucking you slowly while rubbing your clit making you twitch around him.

He then held your hips up with his strong arms to be a more exaggerated doggy and fucked you at a bruising pace, hitting your sweet spot he memorized over and over and over.

You whimpered a muffled “Geto” as you had Gojo stuff your mouth and you palmed his balls, making him and Geto groan in unison.

“Mm you like that? Like getting dicked down by two guys?”

“Let’s take a bet. Who’s going to be the first baby daddy, Y/n?”

You were so lost in pleasure you couldn’t even answer.

A slap on the ass made you sob, and you palmed Gojo’s tip. “Ah-sorry what was the question?”

Geto pulled all the way out to slam back into you at the hilt, making you scream.

“It’s ok. I’ll repeat myself. I—said—who—will—be—the—first—dad?” He grunted between deep slamming thrusts, you whimpering in each one.

“I-I don’t know, nghh why don’t you put so many inside me I have both of your babies,” you slurred out, just wanting to be bred by them.

Geto liked that answer. Gojo put himself back into your mouth and thrusted into you. You were in denial this was even happening; it felt like the best dream ever. Being spit roasted by your crushes.

Gojo was the first to finish, down your throat. Geto waited, and not long after he also came inside you, leaving you absolutely creampied with both of their loads thoroughly mixed and dripping out of you.

“You’re so good, sweet Y/n,” “did so good,” they said to you, kissing their favorite muscular lady and wiping you clean. Gojo wiped your juices off of him, Geto wiped himself too, and they helped you up.

“So. You, Gojo, Me, K-barbecue, 2am?” Geto put his hair back up in his signature style.

“Yes.”

“Fucking famished.”

“Same. Let’s get dressed.”

They helped you out of the gym and babied you before and after dinner. You would definitely be sleeping in tomorrow. In Geto’s bed with him and his roomie Gojo on either side of you, you warming Geto’s cock. Both men keeping their sweet little gem safe and sound.

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a/n: I really don’t know how I feel about the entire fic but if I didn’t post it would eat away at me until I died so LMAO 🤣

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[belevant-candy-corps]

‘Go to hell bitch’

Mai x female y/n

One shot:

I opened the door to a bar. My friends were throwing a party for the end of school. Maki would usually be the one to accompany me at a bar. She knew what to do and what to say. Supposedly this bar is the only one in the city that serves underaged high school kids. I was about to graduate and leave to go to college with Maki. Me and Maki had decided that we would go to state university and study culinary and business. Maki had stolen a large amount from her family when she ran away. About 1.2 million dollars. Her family was loaded. They lived in the states for a while but when Maki was old enough to fly on a plane herself she faked her parents permission and came to Japan. Today Maki said that she had to go out to eat with her boyfriend's family.

I walked inside and saw a few of my friends sitting at the bar. I walked over and sat at an empty stool. I participated in light conversation but my real talents showed when it came to drinking. Most people would never guess but I could hold my liquor pretty well. I started off light with some shots then a glass of whisky before some margaritas. By the end of my long drinking Journey I had to excuse myself to the bathroom. I asked someone to watch my drink.

“You don’t mind, right?” I asked the old lady sitting next to me. I had sworn just a minute ago that it was my friend. She responded with a simple no and I walked down the hallway into the women's bathroom.

After I did my business I stumbled out and back to my seat. The woman I asked to watch my drink was talking to another pair of girls about my age. I taped her shoulder and she turned to face me.

“Did someone mess with my drink?” She shook her head and turned back to the other people she was talking to. I picked up my drink and washed it around before taking a sip. It tasted normal.

That’s about the moment everything went wrong.

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I faded in and out of consciousness. For a moment I would find myself inside a dark room tied to a chair then I would relive past moments of my life. One of the moments that would come up the most was when I first met Maki. It was a nice spring day at our school. As an honored student I was to show Maki around the school. We had become friends almost immediately. The memory’s faded out of my mind as my eyes opened.

This time, they didn’t close. I was in a dark large room, similar to a basement. There were wooden stairs in one of the corners of the room. I tried to open my mouth but duct tape held them shut. I tried to move my arms and legs but they were similarly tied with duct tape.

The sound of a creaking door was followed by the bright light coming peering in from the top of the stairs.

“ Y/N~” The voice was that of a woman, tinder but hard and mature at the same time. Her legs were the first thing that I saw from the stairs. Her legs were sculpted by god. Then it was her chest, those must’ve been sculpted by the devil. She was masculine and muscular but lean and beautiful at the same time. Her face held soft features and hard almond eyes. Her black haircut was short and a slight bob. A wide smirk was set in the middle of her face.

Not to say that it was love at first sight but it was close. She walked in front of me and stopped. She put her hands on my knees and leaned towards my face. We sat like that for a while before she finally said something.

“Where’s Maki?” She asked me. Her breath warmed my face. I had no idea why she was asking about Maki but my face was too red and I was blushing too hard to worry about it.

She also seemed like it wasn’t the only thing on her mind, definitely not the most important. Her face lowered down to my exact level. She leaned in closer. Our lips finally touched. She moved one of her knees in between my thighs and the other on the outside of the chair. She rested her weight on my leg as our kiss separated. We went in for another kiss before she twisted the hem of my shorts between her fingers.

Her fingers slid under my shorts and past my underwear. Her fingers played at the entrance of my hole. Our kiss got sloppy on my end when she stuck one of them inside. She added another inside and started scissoring me. Her fingers were thick and long.

She stuck another inside and twisted them around. It honestly became too much for me to handle.

“Fuck!” I broke away from the kiss to catch my breath.

I threw my head back as she rubbed my cunt and twisted inside of me at the same time. I was almost at my climax when she pulled her fingers out. My breath calmed down and I lowered my head.

“Wanna tell me where she is now hun?” Her lips curled into a smirk. I had almost forgotten that that’s why she kidnapped me. Not that I minded. She traced her fingers along my thighs. She rested them on my inner thigh. Her nails dug slightly into my skin as she made circles.

“Go to hell bitch”

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[fayes-fics]

Beg

Pairing : sub benedict bridgerton x dom fem!reader

Summary: Just a pretty boy begging for scraps of affection really.

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, d/s dynamics, spanking, hair pulling, just a pretty boy begging for scraps of affection really.

Author Note: This little ficlet (c. 500 words) came about because of a DM discussion with the incomparable @wysteria-clad. You can blame/praise her for this middle-of-the-night filth. You can also blame the covid I am currently battling if you wish - pretty sure it's made me a touch delirious as well as an insomniac. So, err, enjoy!

“Please….” Oh, he sounds just so beautiful when he pleads.

“You think you’ve earned the right yet?” Your laugh is cutting as you orbit him. 

“No mistress”, he bows his head, still on his knees with his hands by his side, just as you ordered.

“Beg….” You grab a fistful of his hair and pull his head upright until he’s looking up into your eyes. “Beg to touch me, pretty boy,” your words are harsh as you run a gloved finger over the contours of his cheekbone.

“Please, mistress, please let me touch you,” he babbles. 

You look down the line of his sculpted body to his cock, standing proud and leaking slightly. Oh, what a pretty boy.

“Hmmm, you’re going to have to try harder than that”, you hum, releasing his hair and moving behind him. He cries out as your hand spanks his reddened cheek.

“What do you say when I spank you?” You clip.

“Thank you”, he responds quickly.

“That’s right”, you intone, “now let’s try again. Beg”

“Please, mistress, I need to touch you. I need you so much, please. I can’t go on without it. I crave you, please, please.” 

Oh, Benedict, yes, darling boy, you think.

“Hmmm, much better”, you assess with a head tilt, now standing in front of him. 

“For that, you can touch my foot”, you determine.

“Thank you, mistress”, he whispers. 

His hands shoot out and touch your right foot, almost reverentially; his long fingers trace the lines of your veins and tendons. His touch becomes surer as you sigh gently. You place your hands on his shoulders, loving his hitch of breath as you do so, and pick the foot off the ground. His hands immediately encircle your foot, massaging your pressure points. Your moan is loud as he hits the tender spots you have. 

“Oh, such a good boy”, you commend, closing your eyes to indulge in the sensation… until you feel a pair of lips on your knee. 

You withdraw your leg harshly from his grip.

“Did I fucking say you could kiss me?” You seethe.

“No, mistress. I’m so sorry, mistress. I got carried away.” he rambles.

You grab his jaw. “Open your mouth, boy”, you command. He does so willingly, and you push your thumb and forefinger inside, pinching his tongue. “You use this when I let you, not before. Do you understand me?.” He nods as you continue to hold the fleshy pad, “Now you are lucky you are so talented with this mouth and tongue or else you’d be in much bigger trouble”, you warn, giving one more pinch before you release.

You stand back slightly and watch as a bead of pre cum drips from his aching cock. You haven't touched him or let him touch himself all night. 

“Look what a mess you are making of yourself, my pretty boy”, your voice pitched in a way you know has him weak for you. 

You reach down and swipe it up onto your glove as he groans loudly at the slight sensation on his neglected shaft. You smear it onto his lips and watch as his tongue flicks out without you even having to order it,

“Oh well done”, you praise him. “For that, my darling boy, maybe you get another treat.”

“Yes, please, mistress,” he breathes, so keen and eager.

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