#and while i was searching it another coworker asked me to help her too

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You Have Me For The Night (18+)

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MCU AU (Female Reader X WandaNat)

Summary: You need a job and money. Luckily, Natasha Romanoff knows exactly what you can do.

Word Count: 11.7K

Content: Heavy Smut! Sex!!! Fingering, Mommy Kink, Daddy Kink, Edging, Begging, Strap, Praise, switch!Wanda, Transactional Relationship, Corruption kink(?), Oral, Handjob, Aftercare, Feelings

Also special thanks to @lesbianpizza for their help from time to time ❤️

Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff were stuck, and they knew it.

To be more specific, their marriage was stuck.

They loved each other deeply and cared for one another more than themselves. But between training, missions, and the workload of it all. They never ended up on the same page. Or together. In fact, it had been weeks upon weeks since Natasha had touched Wanda and vice versa.

So when week five turned into six. Both of the women felt like they were losing it. Wanda wanted to cry because Nat was across the globe while Natasha wanted to capture their mark and kill the man who made her miss her very spicy scheduled FaceTime call with her little Wands.

But here's where you come in.

You see. You've always been.. flexible. Open-minded.

And with a little download of a very specific new app and a background check using SHIELD encrypted servers led one wife... renting... you for the other.

But we're getting a little ahead of ourselves. So let's back it up a bit and show what happened before you pulled up to a lovely house in upstate New York.

"How's the job hunt going?" Your best friend and roommate Ava Starr asked, making you sigh. Truth be told, since your girlfriend up and left you five months ago for her coworker Jean. You haven't done much of anything. I mean, you cried and got angry and cried again. Got sad. Thought about adopting a cat. But didn't and then cried about not adopting the cat. On top of that, since your father's recent death, you've been coasting off his inheritance. But that money was slowly disappearing.

Hence, the job hunt.

"Oh, it's going.." You reply while you skim through Netflix before switching to Hulu, not satisfied with any of the options. Ava huffs from the kitchen before entering the living room and yanking the Roku remote from your hand, turning the TV off. "Hey!" You barely moved from your laying position on the couch.

Ava walks in front of you, making you eye level with her legs. "Did you use my razor? Your legs are looking better than normal." "Y/N!" Your roommate exclaims, making you look up to her. "Get up." You shake your head. "No."

"Y/N."

"I don't want to." Ava rolls her eyes at you. "Y/N. Now." You groan loudly and annoyingly before sitting up. "Child." Ava huffs at you before sitting right next to you. "Have you at least gone out?"

You know what Ava is getting at. The have you tried dating or hooking up? Question. "Tuesday night." You reply, making Ava furrow her eyebrows before she closes them. "Y/N. You and I went out for Chinese on Tuesday night!"

"I went out!" You whine. "With me. We're not dating!" Ava yells and pushes your shoulder lovingly. "We could."

"We could what?"

"Date." You wiggle your eyebrows as Ava laughs. "No. We couldn't. You're not my type."

"What to pretty?"

"Too annoying." She beat you there. "Besides. You know what I'm getting at." Ava gets up to check on her pasta. You let your body go limp and slide down the couch, forcing your sweatshirt to ride up, exposing your stomach. "Did you even try the apps I downloaded for you!" Ava yells from the kitchen. You mumble in response to her that she surprisingly hears.

"Maybe you just need something new," Ava spoke as she came into the room again with a bowl in her hand. "Maybe." You reply. "Where's your phone?" Ava asks as you slide back up the couch, pulling your shirt down. "I don't know somewhere ar-"

"I got it."

You shrugged as Ava typed in your password and searched through the App Store for you. She started asking you questions, but you were too focused on stealing her bowl of food to notice. She even slapped your hand away when you weren't being as sneaky as you thought.

"Oh, can it." Says your so-called best friend.

You sniffed loudly as she handed your phone back to you. "What is it?" You asked, looking at an empty profile of yourself. "I downloaded an app called hush. It's supposed to solve the two biggest problems you are doing nothing about. Basically, have sex. Get money."

You looked through the photos of the women on the app and felt your face getting warm. "How did you find out about it?" You asked, unable to pull your eyes away from a blonde woman named Carol. "I didn't. It was new. But the reviews seem to be nothing but praise. Plus, only women are allowed to use it. I think it connects to your phone account or something.. I don't know... I just signed you up and hit okay every time a thing popped up." That made you pull your eyes away.

"What if I'm signed up to have like my kidneys harvested or something!?" Ava shrugs at you and spins a forkful of noodles. "It'll be better than to hear you close and reopen Netflix fifteen times a night."

"You're being mean tonight."

"Only because I love you."

You got that right.

You flip through the profile and information tabs. "hush haven for under satisfied hores..?" You did a double-take as you read the words again. Ava snickered while watching you. "They spelled whores wrong." You pointed out, making Ava smack you on the arm.

"Okay, so once I upload my.. pictures.." You look to Ava, who nods along. "And select which category I'm in. Giver or Muse... Then it looks like I wait until someone swipes on me. And then the conversation can start.."

Ava sets her bowl of food down and leans over to help you. "Alright. Let's get to work." She states, forcing you to look at her dumbfounded. "But I was going to look through my.." "Nudes?" She cuts you off. "So what, dude? I've known you half your life. Grow up." Ava makes a point and grabs the phone out of your hand. You don't even try to fight because you get distracted by her pasta. Not wasting another second, you grab it and shove a forkful in your mouth.

"Hey!" Ava finally looks up from the phone. "Come on! I bought dinner on Tuesday." You claim, which Ava rolls her eyes at. "Fine." Ava goes back to your phone before she remembers. "Wait, no, you didn't! I did!"

It's a wonder how you ended up in the bedroom of Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff.

As Ava and you set aside your food-related differences and finish setting up your profile. Across the globe, The Black Widow is sitting in a dingy one-bedroom flat waiting for her ride home after taking down an illegal arms operation.

When her phone rings, she expects it to be Wanda but gets disappointed when it's a bald one-eyed man. "Fury," Natasha says in a manner only she can to a superior. "Romanoff." He replies. "I see you didn't run into any trouble on your little excursion." He smiles, knowing Natasha isn't. "Just the usual. Wasn't even a challenge. I made one guy break his own arm just so he wouldn't have to deal with me."

Fury raises an eyebrow. "I'm sure he was more than happy to do so." Natasha shrugs. "Eh, I still pepper-sprayed him." Natasha leans back in the wooden chair she's in. "So what's the call for?"

"I got some intel on a dark web app called hushquietly launching. Don't know if it's legit. Don't know if it's not. But I figured while I got you waiting on a ride, you could help me out. What do you say, Romanoff?"

Natasha sighs. Nicks got her. "I'll let you know what I find."

"Appreciate it. Say hi to Misses for me when you get home." The line goes dead, and Natasha is left wondering about Wanda. Her smile. Her laugh. Her eyes. Her body. How much she misses her touch. How badly she wants to be with her right now. To feel her.

She dips her back and bites her lip before remembering where she was. "Goddamnit!" Natasha curses and storms off to gather her laptops and get to work.

Safe to say, over the next couple of hours, Natasha couldn't find anything on this so-called hush. The keyword existed but not in a way that would be important to SHIELD or The Avengers. Natasha even scoured the ligament app stores repeatedly, and nothin- "Wait a minute.." Natasha leaned forward and clicked on an app that she could've sworn wasn't there a second ago.

Once the app opened, it was apparent that this was not what Fury was looking for. But.. Natasha didn't stop... She looked over the fine detail of the signup menu and the tagline below.

"A special someone for your special someone."

She looked over the full name of the app before she made sure to think about what she was doing. The line between right and wrong was a little blurry. But the line in the sand was quickly drawn when Natsah's phone went off.

A text from her wife.

"I don't know when you'll see this, Milaya, but I just want you to know that while I think about you every day... right now, I'm thinking about you in a way that makes me cry because you can't fuck me."

Attached was a photo of her Sokovian in Natasha's favorite red lingerie set.

Natasha's fingers hovered over the keys to type a response before stopping herself and smiling.

Not too much later, a message was sent.

Natasha leaned back in her chair, smiling, sipping on a beer. On her laptop was every single thing she could find about you. When everything came up green, and the a-okay was given to Natasha's brain, she let you know your services would be required.

Natasha held her phone and double-checked that the cameras inside and outside the house were in working order.

They were.

"This should be fun."

Ding!

Your phone lit up with a notification from hush. It worked. Whatever you and Ava did worked. "Dude!" Ava looked at the message from a very hot redhead named Natalie. "You have to take this!" You paused your show and looked at the message. You barely skimmed it before you saw the price that was being offered to you. That made you go over and re-read everything Natalie sent.

"I told you the Halloween Catsuit picture would be a good choice!" Ava cheered as you clicked on the pictures of Natalie. You knew the pictures had to be of her. The app ran an algorithm that detected fake/ai photos. So, was Natalie like a model? Or just sculpted by the gods? What did they need you for? 

But as you re-read the message for a third time. You still couldn't believe it.

"Hello Y/N,

I'm just going to cut straight to the chase. I want your services tonight for my wife, Wendy.

I'm away on business, and lately, I haven't been able to give my wife the satisfaction she needs. So, inquiring someone as beautifully stunning as you isn't a wrong place to ask. I'm willing to spend $10,000 for tonight's services and hoping we can bend the rules a little. If you accept, we will discuss more.

Hope to hear from you ;)"

You stared down at your phone, unaware of Ava reading over your shoulder. Your only focus was on three things.

1. Natalie wants you to fuck her wife. 2. She called you beautifully stunning, which means she's seen your pics, and that made you get very, very, very warm. 3. $10,000.

Your phone dinged again as a new message appeared while your brain was processing.

Okay, now there was one more thing on your mind.

Natalie's wife, Wendy.

"After this, I won't be able to send you anything else until you accept. So, with that in mind, Y/N, here's a picture of Wendy from Halloween last year. I thought you might enjoy this since you posted that very sexy Catsuit photo from Halloween. Anyways, cute, right? Just imagine what she's like when she is begging to be fucked like the slut she is."

The accept button was staring at you in the face.

After looking at a picture like that, how could you say no?

"She's gorgeous," Ava spoke up for the both of you. You just nodded before moving your lips. "She is." Then it dawned on you once again."Holy fuck."

Wendy's wife was about to pay you $10,000 to have sex with someone that you'd pay to hurl slurs at you. Not that you think Wendy would, but you get the point.

Natasha's phone beeped on the bedside table where she was staying. She leaned over, wearing nothing but a black t-shirt and bike shorts, having changed after Fury told her that her ride would be delayed.

Anyways. It wasn't Wanda or Fury messaging her.

It was you.

She smiled and felt the giddiness run through her body when she read the words: "I accept."

The money hit your account quicker than you thought possible. Seconds after you accepted Natalie's offer, the money was there.

Along with an address and Natalie's preferences for what you should wear for Wendy.

- No Panties - Black Dress - Black Tights - Black Heels - Peach Lipstick

You didn't know why it had to be peach lipstick, but when you asked Natalie, she told you to "ask Wendy."

Regardless, Ava and you couldn't believe it. You couldn't think that this was actually happening. That this was going to work. Which meant you couldn't believe that you had to tell Ava that she was right for once.

Luckily, Ava didn't let it get to her head. (She did, especially because she just happened to have the peach lipstick you needed.)

Ava offered to drive you to the location typed in, in your maps app, but you've seen the way she drives, and you'd like to arrive in one piece, so you Ubered.

"Couple of minutes out." You messaged "Natalie".

Unbeknownst to you was that Natasha was already tracking you. Laying in bed, one arm propping her up, she watched a little dot, you, arrive closer and closer to the house she and her wife, Wanda, shared.

Natasha could imagine your face sprinkled with curiosity as the Uber made its way up the winding road that was their driveway.

Even better was the fact that Wanda knew nothing. After messaging her wife earlier, she had to be left to her own devices, which was nice and all, but Wanda was missing contact. Her vibrator and fingers could only do so much. She missed the touch of someone on her body. Lips on her own. Fingers in her hair. She needed it and more!

Badly!!

Wanda turned off the living room TV after not paying attention to anything for the last half hour and was ready to head upstairs when her phone started ringing.

Stopping in front of the stairs, she smiled. "Hi, baby!" Wanda giggled, hoping Natasha would be home soon. "Hi detka." Her wife replied. "How are you?" Wanda asked as she ran up the stairs to peel off her sweats she put on following her afternoon activities. "I'm good Wands. Waiting for my ride out. So I'll be home later than scheduled."

Wandastoppedmoving as her pants fell to the ground, revealing the red strap she put on earlier just for Natasha. "Oh.." The disappointment in Wanda's voice was evident. "Wanda-" "No, it's okay, Tasha. I get it." Wanda sadly took off her top and was about to remove the harness when Natasha's voice spoke up on speaker. "Stop what you're doing!"

Wanda froze her movement. "Don't take that off!" Natasha spoke again. "How did- cameras." Even though Wanda couldn't see it, her wife smiled. "Turn around for me, beautiful." Wanda took her hands off the strap and turned around to the camera in the corner of the ceiling. Smiling at it when she saw the red light glowing underneath it.

Natasha was watching.

"Was that for me?" Natasha smirked. "It was."Wanda grabbed the phone and walked around to the side of the bed, bringing herself closer to the camera. Leaning back so Natasha gets the full of view of her naked wife with a 7" red silicone cock.

"What was my little witch planning on doing with it?" Natasha asked, knowing full damn well. Wanda playfully rolled her eyes at the nickname.

"I think only good girls who come home are allowed to know," Wanda spoke as she turned around, showing off her big smooth ass. Working out with a spy has its benefits.

"So if I were there, you'd do something about it?" Natasha asked while her eyes watched your dot stop right in front of the house. Your Uber leaving. Wanda still having no idea.

Wanda sat on the bed, smiled, and stared at the camera as she started moving her hand up and down the shaft of the cock. "Yes." The Sokovian spoke.

Nat bit her lip as the ring camera went off. The noise and notification alerting Wanda as well. "Is that you?" She looked up to the camera, asking. "No, baby. It's not. But it's for you, my Wendy."

Wanda turned and grabbed her phone, confused. "For me? Wendy-" The alias made Wanda remember times before the I Do's. "Natasha, what did you do?" Wanda was about to take her strap off yet again when Natasha commanded her not to.

"Keep it on. But on your pink robe. She'll explain everything detka. I'll call you in a bit. I'll be watching on cams."

With that, Natasha hung up and left Wanda in their bedroom, horny and confused about what her wife had in store. She turned her head and saw the red light still on. Okay. Wanda thought. Let's see what this is. She ran to the bathroom and slipped on her pink-colored robe before making her way downstairs.

On the front porch, you felt sillier and sillier. The doorbell had gone off twice, and no one had come to the door. You were about to call it quits and probably cry when you got home when your phone buzzed.

"She's coming, baby, don't worry."

If the term of endearment didn't make you blush, then the woman on the other side of the door would have when it flew open, revealing the woman from the photo sent earlier.

This time, instead of a Halloween costume, she was wearing a bathrobe. Her smooth skin was darker than in the photo, and the picture you saw didn't do her eyes justice. Standing before you, you could see pools of emeralds she had been blessed with. Her freckles and moles danced across her body, making you look everywhere before you focused up and smiled as she did the same. "Hi." She softly spoke.

Her slightly accented voice makes you want to scream without the s.

"Hi." You smiled like an idiot, even extending your hand like one, too. "Y/N." Wanda smiled at your cuteness. "Wendy." She said, knowing you'd believe it. "So what do I owe the pleasure, Y/N?" Wanda stepped onto the front porch, coming closer to you. She was now at your level. A bit shorter than you, thanks to your heels.

The step down made her cock jiggle, not that you saw. You fumbled over your words, making Wendy smile and giggle. You froze and let a heatwave run over your body. That giggle of hers, you'd do anything to hear it again.

"Try again, sweetheart."

The pet name should've clued you into the fact that maybe Wendy already knew what you were doing here, but it didn't. You just smiled and started speaking while trying not to get lost in her eyes.

Oh, Tasha, she's so cute. Where did you get this one?

While you poorly explained the events that led you to having an app placed onto your phone, Wanda decided to look you over discretely.

Natasha dressed you. If the black on black on black wasn't a giveaway, then the peach lipstick would've been.

Wanda smiled as she watched your kissable peach-covered lips move. She was going to have fun with you.

Wanda's eyes quickly moved up your body again past the black heels that you'd be in all night and up your legs. Your dress stopping not even mid-way down your thighs.

Wanda was highly aware of what all of this meant.

"...so then, after seeing that cute costume, I accepted. I must say you're much more beautiful in person. Natalie didn't do you justice." You rambled, and Wanda picked up the name Natasha was going with. "Why thank you, Y/N." Wanda smiled before opening her mouth again.

"I know you said this was your first time using this.. app.. but have you ever done something like this?" Wanda needed to know. You slowly shook your head, and Wanda had to do her best to keep her lips from spreading into a wide smile. "Good." She said. "Good."

You watched Wendy look you over once more. "You look stunning, Y/N. I'm lucky to have you tonight." You opened your mouth in shock. "No, Wendy, believe me. I'm the lucky one." She smiled at you before turning around and opening her door wide for you to follow her in. "We'll see."

Natasha watched you follow her wife inside on the ring camera and slowly moved her hand over her clothed pussy, still wet from when she saw Wanda's cock.

Your heels were loud against the hardwood floor of the modern house in the middle of nowhere. "It's beautiful." You looked around as you followed Wendy into a giant kitchen. "Thank you. Natas- Natalie and I designed it ourselves." Wanda quickly looked into the corner of the ceiling, the red light on.

"Could I interest you in anything to drink?" Wendy walked to the other side of the kitchen island. You were about to answer when you closed your mouth shut as your eyes landed on the woman's green eyes staring back at you. Her robe was no longer closed like it was moments ago. Instead, it was strategically open—a clear view of Wendy's side boobs and flat stomach. You could now pinpoint a mole on her left breast. You licked your lips as she leaned forward over the island. Her lower half was still a mystery to you as her boobs threaded to spill out.

"I- I-" You stuttered, forcing Wendy to lean up and smirk at you. "You really haven't done anything like this before. Aren't you adorable?" She said the second sentence under her breath, but you heard her.

That made your legs press together.

Through the laptop screen, Natasha smirked, too. Wanda and Natasha were always teaching each other things. But the ability to flirt and get what you want was masterfully taught to Wanda over the years. "You're doing so good, baby.." Natasha moaned as her finger brushed over her covered clit.

"Here, we'll start with some water." Wendy turned away from you, opening their fridge and pulling out a water bottle. She opened it quickly and set it down near her. "Come here." She spoke softly to you. You swallowed and made your way across the kitchen. The only noise in the house being your heels.

Wanda closed a drawer and placed a straw in your bottle as you stopped before her. Still unaware of the surprise under the robe. "I wouldn't want you to mess up your lipstick."

Not yet.

"Thank you." You awkwardly smiled and took the bottle from Wendy, who watched you drink it like a proud mother. "Good job." She whispered as her right hand pushed some of your loose hairs behind your ear. Her delicate fingers moved down behind your ears and to your neck. Stopping there. "Finished?" She asked as her other hand reached and grabbed the water bottle from you. You nodded as Wendy took a sip as well.

The cold contact from the water made goosebumps appear all over Wendy's body.

Wanda gasped and had a giant smile form as her nipples became hard and brushed up against the robe concealing them. Her eyes pierced through you as you smiled back at her. Your eyes quickly moving up from Wanda's cleavage. "Y/N?" She asked, setting the water down. "I'd like to ask a couple of questions that maybe my wife didn't ask or maybe things she already knows. If that's okay?"

You nodded.

"I like for you to speak when spoken to Y/N." Wendy gently but sternly reminded you as she ran her cold hands over your dress down to your hips, where she kept them in place. "How old are you?"

"25." You replied, making Wendy's face light up. "Wow. Still so young.." Wendy bit her lip. "Do you have a girlfriend?" You shook your head, earning a squeeze on the hips from Wendy. You did your best to hold in a moan but lightly failed. "Speak up, baby." Wanda teased.

"No girlfriend." Wanda smiled. "Good girl. Boyfriend?"

You quickly shook your head and told her no, making Wendy laugh. "Even better, detka.." She whispered as your breath became more erratic. "Safe word?" She asked.

You shook your head before speaking up. "Never had one before." For a split second, Wanda felt bad that you never had one, but her eyes sparkled with wild thoughts. "Mango. That's the word we'll use." The older woman decided. "Don't be afraid to use it either. It stops all actions and can keep you safe. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Good girl."

Natasha watched as her wife's hands moved from your hips to behind your back, right above your ass. Wanda was slowly pushing more and more into your space. Your lower back up against the kitchen island.

"Come on, Wanda, show her the camera..." Natasha pleaded.

"You can put your hands on me," Wendy spoke as she watched your hands rise and fall. "Go ahead. Touch me." She looked up to you. You placed your hands on her shoulder, still covered by the robe. "Are you nervous?" You both knew the answer, but Wanda wanted to hear you say it. "Yes."

"That's okay." Wendy's eyes sparkled. "Pretty soon, you won't be." That made your stomach flip positively. You think. "Here..." Wendy quickly removed her hands from you and pushed herself away. Covering her body with the robe again and leaning on the counter a couple of feet away from you.

You wanted to whine at the loss of contact and the sight of her body, but you didn't. Instead, you looked shocked. "I'll start slow and help ease you. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Good girl." Your cheeks went red again, but Wendy didn't stop to comment on it. "To help tonight go smoothly for you, I'm going to be honest." Wanda looked at the camera and back to you. "Wendy is not my name. It's Wanda. My wife is Natasha, not Natalie."

That definitely didn't help your nerves, but it made you feel better knowing that maybe they lied because for a good reason. "I trust you not to tell anybody about it tonight, so there's no harm in telling you our real names."

"Oh... okay. Is it a safety thing?" You asked as your nerves settled a bit. Wen-Wanda nodded. "Yeah. Something like that." You nodded back. "Will Natasha be mad?"

"She's probably a little annoyed as we're speaking, but come tomorrow morning, she'll be just fine. Don't you worry about her." Wanda scrunched her nose up at you as she took a step closer. You looked at her fondly as her eyes grazed over you. In a normal conversation, she's still a goddess.

How can she even be looking at me?

Wanda played with the large belt of her robe before letting the ends causally fall. You watch in one quick motion. Wanda slipped a shoulder out of her robe as she approached you. "Y/N.." She breathed out as you lifted your hand to touch her bare skin. The minuscule divots in your thumb smoothing over her shoulder. "Yes.." Your voice lost itself as you felt a yearning build deep within you.

"I want you to look at me," Wanda commanded, watching your eyes find hers.

She took a step towards you. "Y/N, in the corner of the ceiling, there is a camera with a red light on under it. That's Natasha. So I want you to say hi. Okay? Tell her that her wife is in good hands tonight. You do that, and you can touch more than just my shoulder... Is that something you want Y/N?" Before you can respond, she says:

"Because I want you to touch me."

Wanda bites her bottom lip and watches as you process this information. The two of you becoming wetter with every passing second. Especially when Wanda lays her left hand on the inside of your left thigh. "Tell her hi, baby.."

You close your eyes as the feeling of Wanda's hand on you burns, but it feels so fucking good. You turn your head and open your eyes to the red light in the corner. "Hi Natasha.." You pant as Wanda's hand rises. "Keep going." She says, like you're not struggling already. Fuck it has been a while since you got laid. "Your wife is in.. good hands t-tonight."

You turn back to Wanda, who surprises you by jumping into you and kissing you. You melt as your lips collide. A moan slipping through your lips. You inhale Wanda for the first time tonight and smell lavender. Her body falls on yours, and you wrap your arms tightly around her, pulling her closer, hoping to relieve the pressure between your legs.

But that's when you feel it and moan into Wanda's smirking mouth. "Wanda!" You moan again as Wanda pushes into you harder this time. "Oh, Y/N!" Wanda removes her lips from yours and sends them down your chin before latching onto your neck. Kisses slowly morph into bites and marks of territory.

After all, you were hers for tonight.

Natasha watches your breaths become ragged as you throw your head back and moan loudly. Natasha pants and moans her wife's own name as she slides two fingers up and down her wet clit before slowly putting her middle and ring finger into her needy pussy.

"Oh, Wanda! Fuck!"

"Take my robe off!" Wanda looks up at you, detaching her mouth from your red collarbone. You nod and make work of the robe before it falls to the floor, revealing Wanda and her heavenly body. You push her by her shoulders to get a good look at her.

Perfection. That is all that comes to mind.

"Natasha is lucky." You reiterate your point from earlier as you look down at her body. You're in awe even when your eyes land on the real surprise of tonight.

"Look at how wet you've already gotten it, Y/N."

You do, indeed, take a closer look and see that down the tip of the fake cock is your wetness. "No panties, baby?" Wanda asks in a voice that makes your brain short-circuit. You shake your head. "No panties, Mommy."

You, Wanda, and Natasha all went wide-eyed at that.

Your therapist is going to have more issues to work out next Thursday.

Wanda quickly recovered, unlike you, and took steps closer until she was right up against you like before. The tip of her cock sliding through your wet lips. Earning a visceral moan. "Just wait till later.." Her words hit your burning ears. You nodded and almost begged her to just fuck you right there, but Wanda placed her hands on your hands, stopping you from touching her. Her hips moving forward and back at a quicker pace as she placed kisses on your neck once again.

You couldn't process words, much less speak, at this moment.

You shrieked when Wanda bit you hard. You squirmed when Wanda's mouth didn't stop leaving darker marks than before. "Y/N.." She groaned. "I want you to thank Natasha for this." Your mouth hung open as the length of the cock continuously slid up and down your wet pussy. "Thank her for the both of us. Can you do that?" You wanted to say yes, but the feeling of pure bliss was coming, and you didn't want it to stop.

Neither did Wanda, but this was just light fun. This was the first phase.

Once you two made it upstairs, that's when the real fun would begin.

But for now, the hunping began to slow, as did Wanda's kisses on your neck.

She lifted her head and let go of your hands. Her cock remained still as she took her hands to your face. Pulling your chin down to look at her. "Don't make this difficult," Wanda warned you as you were coming down from your non-orgasm. You went to nod, but Wanda's other hand touched you. While Wanda's shaft was up against your thighs and pussy her fingers found your clit. Soaked and desperate for attention again, she slowly began circling it with precision.

"Look at the camera and thank my wife. Thank Natasha." Her pace increased, as did your breathing. You closed your eyes and opened your mouth.

"Thank-k.." Wanda's other hand reached your back and held you in place. "Keep going, Y/N."

"Th-thank you-u..." You moaned loudly. "Wanda!" "Don't stop!" Her middle finger was now helping you get closer and closer to the edge.

"Natasha-ah! Thank you!" You squealed as Wanda's fingers immediately left you. In an instant, your back slammed against the kitchen island as Wanda thrusted her cock against your clit. You stumbled in your heels and fell back onto the countertop. Your open legs and wet thighs on display for Wanda thanks to your dress riding up.

Wanda was in love with your body.

Meanwhile, you had yet to cum. You had never experienced something like this, and you were so thankful that it wasn't going to stop. "Come here." Wanda reached up and grabbed you by your wrists. Pulling you off the countertop and in front of her yet again. "Strip!"

You stumbled again as you tried to find your footing. Two times, you had been denied an orgasm, yet you couldn't help but feel a little shy and smile as you nodded and went to take your heels off for Wanda. But she stopped you forcefully, grabbing you by your arm. "Y/N.." She looked at your furrowed brows. "We talked about this earlier. I like for you to speak when spoken to Y/N." You nodded again. She was right. "I'm sorry."

Then, a smile appeared on Wanda's face. "There we go. But what else do we say? I'm sorry..." You tilted your head at her before it dawned on you. "I'm sorry, Mommy."

Wanda smiled wider and leaned forward to kiss you. "That's my girl. I'm sorry I had to grab you like that, but I want you to be good. Okay?"

"Yes, Mommy."

"Okay. Now, I only want you to strip out of the dress. Keep the tights and heels on for me." You nodded again as Wanda pulled you away from the kitchen and island and more towards the open space of the giant room. Closer to the camera. "Do it here." She turned to you and waited for you to get to work. Once you started, a smile never left Wanda's face. "You're so beautiful, Y/N." She said again, making you blush. "Isn't she Nat?" Wanda looked up to the camera while she walked around you. Hand stroking her wet cock.

All thanks to you.

Natasha twitched as her wet fingers slid over her swollen clit. She smiled and watched your dress hit the floor. "She's adorable," Natasha spoke to herself. But Wanda knew. She also knew Natasha was going to thoroughly enjoy what was to come.

You weren't sure what to do. Well, you knew you wanted to have sex; no, sorry, that's wrong- You knew you wanted to be fucked by Wanda, but you were in no position to make demands or ask questions. Since you stepped foot into this house, Wanda was in charge.

And you didn't want to upset Mommy.

So your anticipation built over the next few seconds as Wanda stared at your body. You could see it in her eyes that she was fascinated with you, which was nice. It felt terrific. But all you wanted was her touch again. To actually feel her again!

So when Wanda stepped right over your dress and put her hands on your body, you let out a moan just for her. Your thighs clamped together just as her lips found their way to your nipple, sucking it into her mouth, biting your breast. Her left hand landed on your other boob. Her fingers trailed to push it up and take it into her hand. Groping you. The rough feeling sending waves of pleasure all over your body. Her other hand found its way to your hip bone. Kneading and pulling you close. Forcing your wet thighs to push up against her cock. Begging for an opening.

You rolled your eyes back and spread your legs for Wanda's cock to slide right in and over your core. Both of your stomachs slamming into one another, making you put your hands on Wanda's back. Pulling her close. "Someone's desperate." She chuckled as you squirmed and nodded.

You wanted it so bad.

But you were denied once again as Wanda began to pull back. You immediately refocused your eyes and looked down at Wanda with a plead stuck in your throat as she lifted her mouth off your boob.

"Does someone want to cum?"

You nodded. "Please." Wanda smiled at that and kissed your chest up to your neck. Her cock sliding up and down your pussy. "Not yet." You went to whine, but Wanda stopped you. "Not here. Let's go upstairs." You looked down at Wanda to make sure she was serious.

Wanda slowly pulled her long red silicone cock from in between your thighs and grabbed your hand to lead you. "We'll go slow. Just follow me." You nodded and slowly did follow Wanda.

No matter how close, your legs felt like jelly.

"What about Natasha?" You asked as you hit the first step. "You'll be seeing her soon," Wanda replied with a smirk you didn't see.

The same style used throughout the house continued into the bedroom, shared by the woman placing you on the soft bed and the woman somewhere else watching you through a camera.

It was cute, and it seemed to suit Wanda for the most part.

"That's Natasha's side," Wanda said as she came back to you from closing the bedroom door. You went to move, but Wanda stopped you. "Don't." Stern but gentle. You were picking up that that's how Wanda was. She was caring, giving, and someone who you could easily trust. But slowly, she showed you she can be strong, disciplined, and hard.

No pun intended.

"Scoot back a bit." You did as you were told and moved your ass away from the edge. Wanda sat down on the bed right next to you. You felt her soft legs brush up against your own, making you react. "You've been wonderful so far tonight, Y/N." Wanda's left hand started rubbing up and down your thigh. Your kegs spreading themselves open without being told. "See." Wanda brings her hand closer to your center. "You're so good. I know you can't wait to have my cock inside you, huh?" You rolled your head over to Wanda as your body begins to buckle as her hand brushes over your clit.

You have never been teased for this long.

"I can't wait, Mommy." You whine. Wanda smiles. "Thank you for being honest, baby." She leans into you and kisses your lips. Each kiss becomes shorter as your moans grow louder.

Wanda keeps her hand touching your wet folds, only stopping to grab your hand and place it on her cock. You freeze momentarily. "It's okay." Wanda breaths over your ear. "I just want to feel your hand jerk me off. Just for a bit, baby." Wanda kisses the side of your face and is happy when your hand slowly goes up and down her length. The action causing the inside of the strap to push up against Wanda's clit. "What's the safe word Y/N?"

"Mango."

Wanda hums. "Mommy is so proud of you." Wanda moans before her hand slips down, finally inserting two fingers inside you.

Through the camera in the corner, Natasha watches you moan the loudest you have all night. A smile on her face as the naked redhead flops her head back to her pillow as she works herself closer to another orgasm of the night. "Fuck her, Wanda. Make her your slut."

You continue pumping Wanda's cock as you feel yourself tighten around her fingers. You try not to, but you fall flat on your back as the pleasure is reaching its tipping point. "Oh god. You're so tight, Y/N! My cock is going to wreck that pretty pussy of yours!" Wanda is overjoyed at the sight of your body covered in sweat as her two fingers slide in and out of you. The faster and faster she goes, you shut your eyes tight as the pressure builds. You let out a vital moan as you feel the bed shift.

Wanda, getting up on her knees, moves her body closer to you. Your hand still on her cock lazily jerking her off as Wanda doesn't stop her assault on your pussy. "Is someone going to cum?" Wanda asks through ragged breaths as she's having just as much fun as you. Your mouth drops open, and you go to speak. But you just moan as your eyes roll back. "Going to cum for me, baby? Is my Y/N going to cum?" Wanda teases as her fingers curl inside of you. "Answer me." She demands but doesn't slow down.

"Ye-s! Momm- fuck!! I'm going to cu-mmm! I want cum so bad! Can I cum?!" The rest of the words get lost in your throat as Wanda pulls your legs back and has you spread so she can pump her fingers deeper into you. "You want to cum for me?" You rapidly nod as your brain goes dizzy. Wanda smiles as she runs her left hand through your hair before pulling the back of your head up. "Cum for Mommy!" That puts you over the edge. Your legs shake. "Holy fuck! I'm cumming. Oh my god! I'm cumming!"

Hearing your moans and pleas pushes Natasha to cum at the same time you do. A bliss-filled smile on her face as she removes her right hand from her center but keeps her left hand pressed on her throat until she's close enough to see stars.

She wonders if Wanda will do that to you tonight.

"That's it, baby." Wanda praises you as you come down from your high. Her fingers coated in you as she pulls out, making you whine at the loss. "It's okay," Wanda says, but when you look over, her eyes are on her hand. Not you. She also knows you're watching but doesn't pay you any attention as she slips her two Y/N-coated fingers into her mouth.

She moans and savors the taste of you.

She would never admit it, but you were almost more addicting than Natasha.

You tasted sweet, and Wanda wanted more. You watch her hand silently reach down to your spread pussy and slide the same two fingers between your folds. Careful not to brush past your clit.

She knew how sensitive it was at the moment.

You watch the finger shine in the bedroom's light before her tongue runs up the length of her middle finger before she finally looks at you. "Have you ever tasted yourself?" You shook your head. "No, Mommy." Wanda brings her fingers to you. "Open for me." You let your mouth drop open. Tongue flat as Wanda's fingers lay down on the pink bed. You close your lips and suck on her fingers.

A moan gets stuck in your throat.

You love the way you taste.

"I taste good, Mommy." Wanda smiles at you widely and nods.  "Yes, you do, Y/N." She would like to think that she finger fucked you, dumb. Made you a submissive pet. To be hers. But Wanda doesn't know you.

She doesn't know how correct she'd be.

She doesn't know that you just had one of the best orgasms of what you're now realizing is a pretty bland, sex-filled life.

She doesn't know that something did happen when her fingers were inside of you. A switch got flicked on. Not only were you hers for tonight. But you wanted to be Wanda's for every night. You wanted more.

One app turned you into a dumb submissive little slut.

Your eyes dropped from Wanda's to see your hand was still on her fake cock. "Mommy?" You asked. "Yes." Wanda tilted her head with a smile. "I want more." You said, bringing your eyes up to hers. Both are blown out with lust. "I want your cock."

Wanda giggled, making it jump. "Where do you want my cock?"

Before you could answer, a cell phone started to ring. You knew it wasn't yours based on the ringtone and Wanda's reaction of looking in the corner at the camera. "Hold on." Wanda gently let go of your head and moved off the bed to her bedside table. Your lips curled into a smile as you watched her 7-inches jump with every step.

As Wanda picked the phone up, you looked over her body once more. You couldn't believe the natural beauty she had. Her body was yours to worship. Well, yours and "Natasha!" Wanda exclaimed purposefully.

You looked up at Wanda, holding her phone up.

FaceTime call, you thought.

You move your body slightly to lay more in the middle of the bed. Your head closer to the pillows than before. You try not to listen to Wanda and her wife's private conversation just in case it's important, but when "she's being such a good girl" gets said, you turn your head to Wanda, who is already looking at you. She winks at you, causing your stomach to flip and a giddy smile to appear on your face. "You missed her tasting herself?!" Wanda makes a gasping sound. "Tasha!"

"Give the phone to her Wands." Wandaobeys her wife, crawls onto the bed, and gives you the phone. On the screen is Natasha lying on a bed with her red hair sprawled out behind her. Her green eyes piercing you through the screen. She looks so fucking beautiful. More so than the photos on the hush. You see why her and Wanda are together.

It made a wave of jealousy wash over you before remembering the reason you were here.

You leaned up against the pillows as Natasha looked over your face. You quickly peered over the phone to see Wanda on her knees in front of your center. You smiled and wrapped your legs around her. Her mind getting the message, bringing her hands up and down your thighs. Just her touch was enough to make you hold in a moan.

"You've been doing so well, Y/N," Natasha told you. "Thank you." You shyly replied. "Don't be nervous just because I'm here now."

"You were always here," Wanda added, making Natasha wave her off. But only you could see it being in a smile to you. "Mommy says you taste sweet. Do you agree?" It'sthenthat you notice Natasha's right arm appears to be moving out of frame from the camera.

Natasha was fingering herself to you.

And she called Wanda Mommy.

"Yes, I do. Mommy's right." That made Natasha buck against herself, and you felt pride in making that happen. But your face of pride quickly disappeared when you felt Wanda's cock rub up and down your wet pussy. The tip sliding across your clit. Her movement growing faster. "Wand-mommy!" You moaned.

"Daddy just wants to see you taste yourself."

Daddy? But before you could question what you already knew, Wanda accidentally pushed half the length of the cock into you. Making you scream in pleasure because you and your pussy needed it.

You held tight to the phone as Wanda didn't give you time to adjust to the size before she started pulling back out of you. Your body practically going limp as you tried your best to remain strong for Mommy. And Daddy. "Take it, Y/N. It's okay. It's okay!" Your eyes focused back to Natasha as she wore a smirk. You nodded and saw Wanda smile.

"Come here." Wanda pulled out of you and reached down to place her hands on your arms. "Trust me, baby." She spoke softly as she started pulling you onto your black, tight, covered knees. You didn't realize that she grabbed the phone away from you in the process.

Wanda held onto you as she moved to the edge of the bed. She slid off to stand straight up but kept you on it. That's when you realized. With an arch of the back and on your knees, you were face to face with Wanda's cock. The very same that's covered in you.

"Go ahead." You looked up to see Wanda and the phone looking down at you. "See how you taste on Mommy's cock." Daddy said. "I-" You started to speak but stopped. Feeling a little embarrassed. "Have you never-" Wanda started but stopped when you spoke over her. "No, I have! It's just been a long time." Wanda's eyes soften. "I'll be gentle. Remember the safe word?" You nodded. "Mango."

"That's right, baby. Mommy will take good care of you. This is just for Daddy. Okay?" You nodded once again. "Okay."

"She's so good for you," Natasha said to Wanda as you got closer to her cock.

Just like with Wanda's fingers earlier, the fake cock showed how wet you had gotten it in the light of Mommy and Daddy's bedroom. You looked up to Wanda and Natasha. The former gives you an encouraging smile.

You reached your hand out to the cock and began stroking it before bringing your mouth to the base. With your tongue flat against it, you licked up from the bottom to the top. The ridges and feeling of it made you smile as the taste of your own wet pussy landed in your mouth. "Oh god." You heard Daddy moan.

You repeated the process again and again to ease yourself into the act. Soon enough, the tip of the cock was entering your mouth. "Let me know when it's okay for me to move Y/N." You looked up to Wanda and nodded as you pushed another inch into your mouth. Thankful for Wanda choosing now to be extremely kind.

You pulled your mouth off the cock and let a string of salvia fall to your chin. Wanda's hand was quick to wipe it away. "You're doing so good. Daddy is proud of you." You smiled widely and started stroking the cock faster as your mouth sank lower onto it. You gagged, of course, but that didn't stop you. You simply swallowed and kept pumping Wanda's cock into your mouth. Your tongue running up and down it as the cock felt good against your soft lips.

When you reached the halfway point, Wanda placed a hand on your head and started to move her hips.

"Mommy's getting a little restless, Y/N."

With the cock still in your mouth and tears welding in your eyes, you looked up to see Wanda with her head thrown back, pushing the cocking further into you. "Oh fuck." Wanda exclaimed, making you moan at the sight before gagging again. "Baby, it feels so good on my clit. Oh my god!" Wanda moaned as the vibrations from your gag had her hands tighten in your hair. "Don't stop, Y/N!"

You weren't going to. If Wanda was going to cum you wanted to be the one to do it.

Determined, you brought a hand up and placed it on the back of Wanda's thigh, pushing her more into you. The cock sliding down your throat. "Oh baby, you're such a fucking slut!" Daddy spoke through her own moans as she watched her wife fuck your mouth. Wanda nodded in agreement and started pushing your head onto the strap.

The sounds of the wet cock, your gags, and the three of you moaning being the only thing to fill the room.

You made sure to push the base of the strap with every jerk you gave it, so it made Wanda buckle. Her moans and breaths becoming inconsistent. "Keep going, Y/N! Make her cum! Make Mommy cum!" You could hear Natasha's fingers rapidly fucking her pussy. You swirled your tongue around the shaft and moaned one last time before you pulled your head back. Letting the cock slide down your tongue out of your mouth. Coating your chin and chest as salvia dripped off of it.

You swallowed what you had left in your mouth and brought your hands up to Wanda's strap. You began to jerk it off, staring straight up at the camera. "Daddy, I want you to cum too. I want you to cum for me. I want you and Mommy to cum all over me." You acted like a slut for the two of them.

Natasha knew it couldn't happen, but goddamn if she wouldn't shoot loads all over that pretty face of yours.

Meanwhile, Wanda had her eyes on you again. Blown out and fully aware of the orgasm she was about to have. The center of the strap pushing back into her pussy and clit was enough to take her to the edge. But you. You on the bed, jerking her off.

That's what made her cum. Her green eyes looking into you. "Don't stop, baby. Don't stop, Y/N! Oh my God. Oh-ooh, my God!!!" Wanda gripped your hair harder than ever before as her eyes rolled back. Fingers holding your skull still.

The inside of the hardness ruined as she came.

At the same time, hearing her wife moan your name. Moan for you. Natasha came. Natasha came for you.

You sat on the bed as Wanda held you still. You were in awe as you watched Wanda start to come down from her climax. Her body was now in a glow of sweat that made her look sexier than ever. The grips on you loosened. For a split second, you swear you saw her green eyes turn red. But when she looked in your direction, you saw how soft they were. She smiled. You smiled back and got up on your knees. You grabbed the phone as it was about to slip from Wanda's hand. When you looked, you saw Natasha still recovering. "You did so good." You said to both of them, but mainly Wanda, in a hushed tone before pulling her close to you, and with Natasha watching, you kissed her wife on the lips.

She responded by pushing her lips into yours and putting her hands on your body to steady herself from almost falling.

Jelly legs and all.

"Let's get me out of this." You nodded and giggled as she did, too. With help from Natasha on the other end of the phone propped up on her bedside table, the harness finally fell to the floor.

Wanda sat back down on the bed and pulled your body in between her legs. With you still in your heels, her face was at eye level with your stomach. Her hands placed themselves on your ass, moving them up and down as her pink lips started kissing your stomach.

You blushed hard as not everything about tonight was new, but this was. This was intimate and special. And you couldn't do anything but love it. Your cheeks became more pink as you grew wetter with each kiss and lick Wanda's mouth left on you. Your hands placed themselves on her head. This time, it was your turn to run your hands through her hair.

You moved back a bit, but to place a kiss on top of Wanda's head, this made the older woman look up at you.

She reached up and pulled your chin down. A gentle kiss placed on your lips. "Come here." She whispered as your body fell onto the bed with hers.

Legs quickly become intertwined as her arms wrap around you. Her mouth immediately attaches to your collarbone as your breath moans into her ear. "Thank you." She moans as your hands grab onto her sides. "Thank you for tonight, Y/N."

You shake your head and kiss her forehead, making her look up at you before you kissed her face and lips. You never want to stop doing that. "No, Wanda.. thank you and Natasha."

You looked into each other's eyes. You realized another thing about tonight right then and there. A one-night stand or a relationship never made you feel how you felt in this moment.

Wanda had only ever felt this way about one person before.

Natasha watched the two of you and smiled. She succeeded in her mission for her wife to have a night like tonight.

Come morning, that app would be off your phone, and there would be no need for Natasha to ever use it for you again—and Vice versa.

Natasha watched you lean down and kiss Wanda's collarbone. Slowly working your way to her chest, kissing over her little moles and freckles. Wanda smiled and moaned at certain spots. "Y/N?" She said, looking down at you. "Yes?"

"I want you to take off your heels and tights."

You looked down and back up. "Are you sure?" Wanda nodded, yet you still looked at the phone for Natasha's confirmation. "Do what she says, detka." You sat up on the bed as the two watched you.

"What does detka mean?" You asked as you placed the right heel down. Wanda took the question. "It means baby, honey, sweetie. It's a term of endearment." You made an "ah" noise and took off your tights. "Any other questions?" Wanda teased.

That made a lightbulb go off. "Yeah..." You briefly looked at Natasha, who looked sleepy (probably due to the 4 orgasms she had) before looking at Wanda. "Nat- Daddy made me wear peach-colored lipstick. Why?" You were now fully nude for the first time tonight, making you feel free and closer to Wanda.

Just like she wanted.

You got on your knees and crawled your way up to the bed before flopping back down into the position you were in earlier. Your legs intertwined with Wanda. Arms around one another. Face to face. Wanda kissed you. "That's a good question." She laughed. "You see... before Natasha and I said the I Do's. We were more open.. kinda like this.." Wanda rubbed her hand up and down your back. "Natasha would bring home pets, toys, and pretty girls like you." Wanda smiled at the memory. But her eyes focused back on you. "And do you know what they always wore?"

"Peach." You responded to Wanda's praise.

"But don't worry, Y/N." Wanda pushed her head closer to you. To lay it on your shoulder. "None of them were ever like you." She kissed your shoulder. You kissed her head.

You two sat in silence for a moment before Wanda disrupted it. "I want to cum one more time." She spoke in a hushed tone. You nodded. "Okay." You replied because you would be stupid not to.

Wanda untangled herself from you and looked back at Natasha and the phone. Only to see her wife passed out. Wanda let out a small chuckle before moving Natasha to the phone charge. Keeping the call active.

Wanda lays back down and motions you over. Her pearly white show themselves as you place your legs over her. Half your body on her—half on the bed.

You begin to kiss Wanda as softly as possible. Almost as slowly as you are soft, you drag your hand across her skin. You feel the goosebumps your breath against her face sends across her body. Wanda moans another kiss into your lips as her hand places itself around your wrist, directing you to feel how wet she is. "It's for you." She says into your ear before shrieking because of the bite you place on her. It didn't hurt her. It was just surprising.

Truth be told, you just wanted to leave a mark.

But the mark you would leave behind isn't one that's visible.

You moan into Wanda as you slip your fingers inside her for the first time tonight. "You're so tight." Wanda whimpers as you don't slow. "Please keep going!" You push her one leg to the side with your knee so she can spread her pussy for you more. "Right there! Right there!"

Wanda wraps her arms around and holds on as you curl your fingers, hitting her spot. "Don't stop. Oh my god! Y/N Please Don't!" Wanda's mouth drops before slamming shut as the point is approaching. "You wanna cum?" You ask as you stare at her with her eyes closed shut. "Wanda wants to cum?"

This was your first time in the bedroom calling her Wanda.

She opens her eyes, shocked, but her face is flushed and red. Contorting as she is close. "Yes Y/N! Please let me cum!" She looks at you, pleading. "Moan into me as you cum. You can cum baby. Okay? Cum for me, Wanda. It's okay!" You and Wanda crash your lips into one another as she tightens around you. She smacks your thumb away from clit as she cums. Your fingers become coated in her, and you feel like you've just won the lottery. "That's it. That's it! Ride it out." You coax her and leave a trail of kisses across her forehead.

Her tight hold that her arms have around you loosens. Delicately, you pull your fingers out of her. Wanda winces and sighs at the loss of you. But is overjoyed with what just happened.

"Have you ever tasted yourself?" You ask, half teasing, half not. "I have." You bring your fingers closer to your mouth, but Wanda's hand grabs your wrist. "But not from you." Before you can protest, your fingers are in her mouth. Her tongue runs over and in between your two fingers. Moaning at the taste. Because of you.

Wanda pulls your fingers out quicker than you'd like. "Well?" You ask, but instead of an answer, Wanda leans into you and puts a hand on the back of your head to keep you in place as she French kisses a mixture of you and her into your mouth. Your stomach erupts with butterflies as you taste Wanda. Both of your moans are muffled in each other's mouths. You continue to make out with one another.

Eventually, you two swallow and come up for air but find each other still in the same position even after silence, and your lingering touches are the only thing.

"Wanda..." You open and close your mouth. Unsure of what to say.

You look down at Wanda, whose head has fallen onto your arm, and see her with her eyes closed. Her breathing slow. She's fallen asleep. You peer over to the plugged-in phone and see Natasha the exact same as before. You don't want to disturb Wanda, and as much as you want to stay and help clean up. She's asleep, and she's not yours. Tonight, you were her's.

But tomorrow, she would not be yours.

Plus, as much as you'd want to have... this... be your life. You can't. Natasha paid you to do a job, and you did it...

With a heavy heart, you begin to untangle and move Wanda. It's not easy at first. It's like once she falls asleep, she has dumbbells attached to her. But eventually, you move and place her in a more comfortable position.

You scoot yourself to the edge of the bed and pick up your heels and tights. You look for your dress before remembering its in the kitchen downstairs. You make your way to the door of the bedroom and unlock it. Opening it, surprised to find out it doesn't creak like every door in every house you've ever had. "Huh." You open it wider and look back just in time to see Wanda crinkle her nose in her sleep and flop onto her side. You smile at her cuteness and pull the light switches down.

Yeah, they have that kind.

You close the door, but just before it closes, you take one last look at her figure lying on the bed, next to it on the table Natasha. You both give them a smile and shut the door.

Lucky for you, Wanda didn't turn out the kitchen lights, so instead of stumbling around in the dark, you find your dress on the floor easily. After tossing it into your hands, you begin to locate your phone. But for the love of God, you can't recall where you had it.

Your heels click as you walk from one side of the house to the other- "Y/N?!" You scream, jump, and almost break your ankles because of the voice from behind you. "Wanda!" You exclaim as you come down from your fright.

"What are you doing?" Wanda asks as she rubs sleep out of her eyes. "Me?! What about you? You're supposed to be sleeping?!" Wanda looks you over with a frown on her face; she says: "Are you leaving?"

The way she says those three words made you look at her like you just broke her heart. "Wanda-" She shakes her head and steps off the last step in the stairs. "Don't leave." She walks up to you and takes your hand in hers. Ignoring the guilty look on your face. "Come on." She starts to pull you, making you stumble before you stop and remove your hand free. "Wanda, stop!"

The Sokovian turns around and looks at you with hurt written on her. "I don't want you to leave," Wanda speaks up. You go to open your mouth and fight that you have to. That you can't stay. You would tell her that tonight was one of the best nights you have had in a long time. You'd say that feelings are bubbling under the surface after one night with you and Natasha, so imagine what would happen if you stayed. You want to say that this was a job, and that's it.

In another life, you do those things.

In another life, it works out. In some, it doesn't.

But here. In this one. You look at Wanda and drop your dress, tights, and heels on the floor.

"Till morning."

"Till morning." She repeats.

That night, you fell asleep with your arms wrapped around Wanda Maximoff.

In the morning, when Natasha Romanoff arrives. She smiles to see that the cameras were right. You never left.

In case it wasn't obvious. Natasha wanted to keep you around. For her and Wanda. So when she opened the bedroom door to confirm that yes, you were still here. Cuddled up with her wife, Wanda. Natasha widely smiled.

"Moya Lyubov," Natasha whispered as she sat on the edge of the bedroom next to her sleeping wife. She brushed hair that had fallen onto her face. But it was no use. Wanda was a dead weight when she slept.

That you didn't know. Which is why it's a wonder how or why Wanda woke up when you were trying to leave last night.

But you woke up when you heard whispering. When your eyes peeled open, you smiled before remembering that you weren't supposed to stay over. But Natasha must've sensed or seen the panic on your face. "It's okay. I'm glad this happened. I wanted it, too." Natasha spoke as her eyes went from Wanda to you.

Natasha sat there as she just looked at you and Wanda. "So now what?" You quietly asked, unsure of what to do. "Now.. this..." Natasha gestures to the three of you. "Transaction is done." She smiles, hurting you. "Oh." You take a breath. "Okay." You go to move, but Natasha stops you.

"This one is done." She says with a smirk that you pick up on. "Oh.. okay." You say again but with a smile, making Natasha laugh. "But you'll have to use the app every time." But Natasha just shook her head.

You never used that app again after the first night.

After one week, Natasha and Wanda stopped paying you. After one month, you had two girlfriends. After three months, their home became your home.

So yeah, Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff were stuck at some point in life.

To be more specific, their marriage was stuck.

But that's where you came in.

Happily married to both.

dividers by @/benkeibear

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[princesstaeille]

Ob(li)vious

summary: taeyong is a really sweet guy, fun-loving, and a treat to be around. he gets along with everyone, everyone who isn’t you. you’re determined to change that.

pairing(s): taeyong x f!reader

genre(s): office!au, fluff, angst

warning(s): miscommunication, self-esteem issues (pls let me know if there are more)

wc: 3.7k

notes: this one goes out to all my rbf girlies ;-;. also inspired by this post. if you enjoyed reading, pls like/reblog and comment! thank you xxx

Taeyong looks away from his computer and at the stack of papers that landed on his desk with a startling thwack. His gaze trails from the documents to the woman who stares down at him firmly, jaw set, and lips pinched into a tight line.

“I finished the report for you since you hadn’t gotten around to it yet.” You say. “It’s due tomorrow, in case you forgot.”

You tell Taeyong this in the most nonchalant tone you can muster, ignoring the warm sensation in your face that almost feels like burning and the overall spiking body temperature that makes you wonder if someone decided to turn on the heat. You want to play it cool. Be the friendly, outgoing coworker who completes favors for others without prompting and brings a smile to another’s face, much like Taeyong himself. You want to give him that same kind of feeling that he gives to everyone else so badly, but you can’t help but narrow your eyes at him when he begins to…shake?

What? Why is he shaking?

“S-sorry, I must’ve forgotten.”

Sorry? That isn’t what you want to hear. You want to hear him thank you and gaze at you with gratitude sparkling in his eyes and that same sweet little smile he wears when he jokes with others in the break room. But you get an apology instead and no eye contact, and why is he shaking?!

Taeyong’s trembling only seems to worsen, and he looks at you wide with those big brown boba eyes. His mouth opens and shuts as he searches for a reply. “I-I guess I had too much coffee this morning, haha,” he eventually stutters and tries to smile, but all that results is a flimsy grimace.

Shoot. You didn’t mean to say that out loud, much less shout at him. But your gaze hardens as you watch his hands tremble, and you scoff, crossing your arms tightly around yourself as you return to your desk.

Stupid coffee.

“Uh oh, someone’s upset.”

You look up at Jihyo as she sets her lunch down beside you. Joy sits across from the two of you and nods in agreement. They look at you expectantly.

Heaving a sigh, you lift your head out of your arms and sit up completely. “It’s,” you pause and scan the cafeteria for wandering ears before looking back at Jihyo and Joy, “it’s Bubble Tea.”

“Again?” Joy asks and rolls her eyes, “I told you to just talk to him.”

You glare at her suggestion. “You say that like it’s so easy, but every time I try, he acts as if he’s seen a hideous troll and starts quivering in his boots.”

Jihyo snorts and takes a bite into her sandwich while watching you and Joy bicker. She notices how the scowl on your lips stretches, and your brows grow close. She wonders for a second whether she should separate the two of you before you can get any hits on each other. Then it dawns on her.

“Your face is the problem!”

“Excuse you?!”

Joy cackles.

Jihyo clears her throat and shakes her head. “Not like you’re ugly. You’re just…stern.”

“Mean.” Joy teases, and you glare at her once more.

“Your strong will physically shows itself. You have an assertive face.” Jihyo says proudly.

“You have RBF.” Joy clarifies.

“Okay…what should I do then?”

Joy perks up and claps her hands excitedly. “Dye your hair. Purple. Or blue.”

“Maybe change up your style. Wear something cute.” Jihyo suggests.

A frown settles on your lips as you study your current outfit. “What’s wrong with what I’m wearing now?”

“It’s just so…serious. Like you mean business.”

“We work in an office.”

“And?”

You shake your head and steal a chip from Jihyo’s lunch, popping it into your mouth and ignoring her offended gasp. “I don’t think I’ll do that…it’s too much. I want him to like me, not me with purple hair and a new wardrobe.”

Both of them nod understandingly. “Of course,” Jihyo begins, “no point in chasing after someone who doesn’t want you as is.”

“Exactly. Don’t settle for a man who can’t handle your ‘assertive’ facial expressions! Bubble Tea’ll come around if he knows what’s good for him.” Joy winks.

The next day passes quicker than expected, and you already find yourself parting ways with Jihyo and Joy as you walk back to the main office. There are still a few minutes left of lunch, which explains why you see some of your coworkers huddled around Taeyong’s desk.

You hear a few murmurs and giggles that interrupt them and slowly approach the group to see what the fuss is about. 

“So she’s completely oblivious. Just humming to herself as she gets ready to ski. Meanwhile, a massive grizzly bear,” Taeyong pauses and spreads his arms wide, “is just chasing her down, and she has no clue.” 

Everyone laughs in disbelief, and they match Taeyong’s wide-eyed look. 

You observe quietly, basking in the warm, carefree atmosphere from a few feet away. Then you remember a scene from the drama you watched last night, the one where the girl tells the guy a joke that’s entirely too cheesy. Still, he laughs anyway and looks down at her endearingly. Your heart skips a beat at the thought of the same happening to you.

So, you clear your throat and gain everyone’s attention. “Good thing it wasn’t a polar bear,” you say with a smile, “otherwise we’d be hearing this story on the news, haha.”

Crickets.

The smile on your lips falters when you’re met with silence and your coworkers’ looks that call you crazy. Guess they didn’t find it as funny as you did. You glance at Taeyong to gauge his reaction, but he acts like you’re not there, visibly tense and avoiding your gaze.

So, you go back to your desk.

Silence greets you as you walk through your apartment door, cold and lonely as always. You kick off your shoes and leave them strewn messily by the door, throwing your work bag down somewhere near them before making a tired stumble to the kitchen. 

It’s like muscle memory. Reach into the freezer and grab a meal (doesn’t matter which), rip off the cardboard seal and slit (or aggressively stab) the plastic film, and throw it in the mic for five minutes while you wrestle your way out of your white button-up and black high-waisted pants that are a bit too tight but make your legs look nice. 

You turn the TV to channel five, RV News with anchorwoman Bae Joohyun, and sit on the sofa with the piping hot tray in your lap, struggling to maneuver it so it won’t burn your thighs. You eat and stare at the raven-haired anchorwoman speaking about another corner store robbery gone wrong in that gentle honey voice of hers. She drones on about how the perpetrator used a water gun to intimidate the cashier. Still, you’re hardly listening as you wonder how someone can look so flawless, even on your grainy and broken 1986 Panasonic TV. Even the static fuzz that manages to peek through barely obstructs RV News anchorwoman Bae Joohyun’s ethereal beauty, and you wonder if she’s wearing a wig, hair so perfect with not a strand out of place. You wonder where she bought that lip tint as your teeth snag onto your own.

 Your dinner goes cold, but you don’t notice when you lock eyes with the Kokubu Yurie poster that hangs above your bed. You wonder, as you admire her soft gaze and stylish flare in that red, oversized blazer, you wonder if a sweet song and magical electric guitar riff is what’ll get Taeyong to look at you and finally sweep you off your feet like in all those cheesy dramas you love to watch.

The food in your mouth turns to a sandpapery mush. You sit and wonder if you could cook—if you could make a hot meal, fresh from the oven and not a grocery shelf—if the smell of a home-cooked meal made with love is enough to lead Taeyong to you. 

You wonder if you were more like all the leads in your favorite romances—timid, passive, unassuming—if you had a special twinkle in your eye or softer hair or a prettier smile, if that’s what it takes to enchant him like all the others. The food goes down your throat like gravel. You lose your appetite.

With a heavy sigh, you trudge your way through your bedtime routine and lie down, dreaming of a world where Taeyong doesn’t look at you like a deer in headlights.

Apprehensive eyes stare back at you as you study your appearance from your rearview mirror. Actually, those eyes stare at the bow clipped in your hair that you rummaged through your closet for; you weren’t even sure you had it. It’s a light peach bow, petite, with a white pearl at its center. It was cute enough, you decided at 5 AM when you were really contemplating buying box dye, but it was late and cold and you didn’t feel like getting robbed at water gunpoint, so you had to settle.

Your eyes flit to your lips, which are covered in a shimmery, sheer pink gloss you also found in your closet. You have to tell yourself multiple times not to chew on your lips, but at least they taste like strawberries.

You will away the uncertainty your reflection carries and sternly tell the knot in your stomach to unravel itself. Maybe this isn’t your usual look, but there’s nothing wrong with trying something new. You have nothing to lose, you think with firm resolve. But your fingers still tremble slightly as they smooth out the wrinkles in your outfit and reach for the car handle when you finally force yourself to walk into work.

Once you’re inside, you make a beeline for the break room. You can’t cook, but you can make a mean cup of tea, which has to count for something. The sweet scent of orange and honey wafts into the air once you lift the lid from the cup after steeping, and, with a satisfied smile, you march over to Taeyong’s desk.

You set the cup down and then straighten up. Your proud smile leaves you. You don’t want to be too obvious. “This should help with your shaking,” you state, then awkwardly add, “it’s my favorite.”

Taeyong’s eyes switch between you and the steaming tea beside him, wide with surprise. “Oh..! Thanks..?” He gingerly picks up the cup and takes a cautious sip.

You don’t mean to stare in anticipation, watching his every move, from how his fingers curl around the cup to how his tongue darts out to lick up any stray drops of tea. For a split second, you think you might’ve seen the corners of his mouth twitch upward, but you mistake it for a tremor. 

Taeyong pales at the sight of your clenched fist.

“Drink it all.” You demand, pointing firmly at the cup in his hands.

“Yes—yes, ma’am.” 

You ignore the crack in his voice as you stalk back to your desk. 

The day goes as usual: you finish some paperwork, send out a few emails, and take a few not-so-subtle glances at Taeyong over your bulky computer screen. You’re shocked when you make eye contact a few times, though he always looks away as soon as you do, eyes blown wide like a little doe. But you note that he finished the tea. All of it.

Soon, 7 PM rolls around, and you’re ready to clock out. RV News anchorwoman Bae Joohyun is waiting for you on channel five. You gather all your belongings and sling your work bag over your shoulder with a small sigh. The lights in the office are dim; most people have already left for home, but you stayed a bit longer to tie up some loose ends. You think you’re the only one still in the office until you notice a warm light coming from one of the desks across from you. 

Taeyong’s desk.

Biting the inside of your cheek only does so much to keep you from imagining this as a perfect moment from a romance drama starring you. You could stay and offer to help, get closer to the guy you’ve been after all this time, and finally have a chat, maybe exchange numbers! Or, you could go home and snuggle up in bed where Kokubu Yurie, your stuffed animals, and RV News anchorwoman Bae Joohyun wait listlessly to hear you complain about events that are unlikely to occur between you and your office crush, effectively saving you from any embarrassment and ultimately leaving you wondering ‘what if?’

“Hey, um…” you clear your throat as you approach Taeyong’s desk. “Need any help?”

His brown eyes look up at you briefly before returning to the hefty stack of papers before him, and he quickly shakes his head. “Oh, no! I–I got it, you don’t need to—to waste your time—”

Taeyong shuts up when an annoyed huff leaves your lips as you reach over to grab half the stack of papers. 

“I’m doing this half.” You say in a tone that leaves no room for argument, and all Taeyong can do is nod dumbly.

It’s mindless work, and the two of you complete it in silence, slowly whittling down the stack. You barely even notice how you sit beside each other, only a shoulder apart. 

“Hey.” You nudge Taeyong’s shin with the tip of your shoe. “Do you have a sticky note? One of the pages is missing.” You frown.

He doesn’t look up from his stack when he wordlessly hands you a stack of sticky notes. Cinnamoroll-themed sticky notes.

At first, you’re confused. Are…are these his? Did someone give them to him, like a child, or did he buy them with his own money? Your mouth gapes a little, but you're speechless. You draw a blank while the white, chubby puppy stares back at you.

“This…this is so cute.” You laugh, using your hand to cover the smile that spreads across your face. But then you notice the pen, the matching pen. “Oh my god, it writes in blue glitter ink…”

Taeyong glances up from the paper he’s scanning when he sees your shoulders shake from the corner of his eye. He initially thinks you’re crying, and his eyes fill with panic. But then he catches a glimpse of your upturned lips, and his breath hitches.

“...woah.”

“Hm?”

Taeyong finds himself smiling a bit, too. “I just…I don’t think I’ve ever seen you do that before.”

You stare back at him with a bemused smile and tilt your head. Never seen you do what before? You stop writing on the sticky note when you realize what he means. He’s never seen you smile before or laugh. He’s never seen you express joy. Your smile quickly drops.

What did he think you were? A soulless monster?

A stern glare replaces any softness left in your gaze as you stare down Taeyong’s paling form.

You both go back to working in silence.

It’s close to 9 PM when you and Taeyong finish the paperwork. You stand up from your seat and get in a much-needed shoulder stretch, dreaming of your soft pillow waiting for you at home. Your eyes wander over to Taeyong, who quietly gathers his things and walks toward the elevator. You follow not too far behind.

There’s still an awkward silence that hovers as the two of you enter the elevator, but you don’t mind it much. You spent a whole two hours with Taeyong, just the two of you. Sure, you were completing some tedious and, quite frankly, pointless paperwork that no one else would read. Still, it’s the fact that you both were in a room alone together. In the dark. At night. Together.

You squeal, jump, and dance around your mind like a little schoolgirl, rocking back and forth on your heels. You don’t notice that, in reality, you’re burning a hole into the walls with the intensity of your glare.

And now, you think dreamily, you’re on the elevator together, heading home. Would you hold hands? Would he offer to drive you to your apartment? Would you, maybe…kiss?

All these questions run through your mind one after the other, and you suppress the urge to squeal aloud. You lean over and peer at Taeyong with a small smile when you notice…that he’s huddled in the corner opposite of you. His eyes are glued to the wall beside him as if it’s the most marvelous thing in the world, and he refuses to look at you.

So, no kiss.

“Do you really find me that unattractive?” You note how he immediately flinches at the sound of your voice, and something inside you breaks.

“...what?”

“You won’t even look at me. Am I that ugly?”

The question prompts Taeyong to reluctantly acknowledge your presence. His brows furrow.

A humorless laugh escapes you as you shift from foot to foot. “I’ve…I’ve been trying to get your attention.” You speak with an exasperated sigh and nervous swallow, “I really like you and thought I was being pretty obvious, but you always cower in fear whenever I walk into the room.” You laugh again weakly, this time at how desperate you sound.

Taeyong resembles a fish out of water, mouth opening and closing as he searches for a reply. “I—I thought you hated me.”

 “Is that why you thought I couldn’t laugh or smile?” You ask defensively.

“Not around me, no.”

“...oh.

I don’t. Hate you, I mean. I really don’t.”

The silence returns, more palpable now, and you can’t help but feel a little stupid. The elevator ding! interrupts your thoughts of self-pity, signaling that you’ve reached the first floor.

The doors slowly open, and Taeyong moves to leave first, but he stops in the doorway and, without glancing back, quietly wishes you “good night.”

You catch your reflection in the closing elevator doors. Your eyes drift to the bow in your hair and the gloss on your lips, and you deflate with a sigh.

Crabby, red eyes glare back at you from your rearview mirror. This time, there’s no petite, light peach bow in your hair for your eyes to fiddle with. You kept the pink gloss, though. You look cute wearing it.

 With your jaw set and lips pinched into a tight line, your so-called ‘RBF’ is so strong that you intimidate yourself a little. At least your scowl tastes like strawberries.

When you walk into the office, you decide you won’t bother with Taeyong anymore. You sit down at your desk and get to work. It’s pointless to keep up with this childish crush, you tell yourself. You also didn’t see him at his desk and wouldn’t be surprised if he quit because of you, not that you cared.

You reach for your cup of tea and let the sweet smell waft into your nose, humming in delight as you take a sip.

Wait.

You didn’t make this.

Taeyong looks away just as your eyes flit up to look at him. He coughs and frowns as if remembering something, then meets your gaze with a sheepish smile.

“Thought I’d return the favor,” he says with a slight shrug. “Also, you’re right. This flavor’s pretty good.”

Once again, you’re speechless. You have to remember to swallow the tea in your mouth before letting your jaw drop because Taeyong, the same guy who tried merging with the elevator wall out of his fear of you, is smiling at you. Is speaking to you without shaking.

And his smile only grows at the sight of your dumbfounded expression. He leaves you there, dazed, and walks away with a chuckle.

Jihyo takes a bite from her salad and chews slowly, eyes locked on you in deep concentration. She watches as you quietly hum to yourself. It's probably another city pop song. She notes there’s something off about you, but she can’t quite place it. Her gaze hardens, and she peers at you a bit closer.

“…are you wearing lip gloss?”

You look up from your lunch and nod, a faint smile on your shimmery, pink lips.

“Alright, what’s going on?” Jihyo throws her hands up in resignation.

You glance between her and Joy with questioning eyes. “What?”

“Don’t play coy with us.” Joy shakes her head and points her chopsticks at you. “Your attitude has completely changed between this morning and now. Just a few hours ago, you looked dead-set on murder, and now you’ve got this dumb grin on your face.”

You scoff and look away from them, waving off their suspicions. “Pfft. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You try forcing your lips into a straight line.

“You’re not doing a good job of hiding it.”

“Be quiet.”

Jihyo rests her elbows on the table and folds her hands together, a grave look on her face as she leans in. “She told Bubble Tea.”

“Ugh, finally.” Joy groans in relief. “So you’re dating now?”

“I genuinely have no clue what you’re talking about.” You deny but refuse to look either woman in the eye. Instead, you glance at your wrist and gasp. “Seems we’ve run out of time, ladies. See you tomorrow.” You rush your words while throwing away your trash and dash for the stairs.

“You’re not even wearing a watch!” Joy accuses.

“They grow up so fast.” You faintly hear Jihyo sigh.

They clamber after you, yelling teases and congratulations that earn them a couple of weird looks, but you don’t bother to stop. They follow you all the way back to your desk even though they work on the other side of the building.

“What’d you do, scream at him?” Joy asks. “You think that’s his type of thing?”

“Would you hush?” You push her playfully, eyes nervously glancing around the room, hoping no one else heard that.

“I’m so proud of you.” Jihyo wipes away an invisible tear. “I knew you could do it.”

You sigh and shake your head. “Nothing like that happened. We just…talked.”

“Like I told you to do in the first place?”

“It doesn’t mean anything,” you say and sit down, your shoulders sagging slightly at the thought. You prepare to return to work and reach for a file but freeze. There’s a sticky note on your desk. A Cinnamoroll-themed sticky note.

Gingerly bringing it up to your eyes, you, Jihyo, and Joy read what’s written in blue glitter ink. 

It’s a phone number. 

Let’s get to know each other better :)

- L. TY

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[sbadaboo]

౨ৎ My weakness ౨ৎ

Bada Lee x Reader

Cw : Bodyguard!Bada x mafiaboss!reader; cold Bada, guns, blood (but not really mentioned), mafia, a little bit of fluff, a little bit of angst, violence, no smut

Warning : it’s my first time writing in English so it may not be good and I’m sorry for that.

Note : this would probably have more parts.

Synopsis : Bada is your favourite bodyguard and the only person that truly matters in yous life as a mafia boss and that makes her your only weakness.

The manor was basking in the soft light coming from the morning sun, the birds were chirping and overall everything looked peaceful, but if we payed more attention, we could see the actual chaos that the manor was going through.

A bunch of men were roaming around, searching for something, more specifically someone, and they were in such a panic state that it was clear that whoever they were searching, it has to be someone really important. You could hear them screaming at each other « where is she ? » or « find her quickly ! » . Their frantic voices echoed through the corridors, fuelling the sense of urgency.

Among them, they were only one person who wasn’t looking as panicked as the other and it was the only female bodyguard in the whole manor. It was an ironic situation because all the men complained about having a woman in their ranks, crying that she would be too sensitive and simply not adequate for this job but looking at the mess that was the manor, it seemed that the real sensitive one were her coworkers. Bada, honestly, couldn’t care less about what they were thinking since she had been personally chosen by the head of the manor, she was always determined to fulfill her duties.

And that’s exactly what she was heading to do right now. Going down the stairs, she ignored all her coworkers asking is she saw her. Bada didn’t need to answer, she knew exactly where the head master was and she didn’t want to leave her duty to anyone else. Bada thought it was her honour to personally find you.

Before exiting the house, she took one of the umbrellas that was always left next to the door but once outside, she didn’t open it, instead she started walking on the pavement. The rain has been pouring for a little while now but Bada didn’t care that her suit was soaking wet. She knew exactly where to go because after a few minutes wandering in the garden, she found you crouching close to a flowerbed.

Droplets of water were dripping from your wet hair and even worse, your pyjamas was completely soaked. If you were to be protected from the rain right now, it wouldn’t change the fact that you were soaking from head to toes but still you felt the raining stopping suddenly. You didn’t need to look up to know who just opened an umbrella above your head.

You spent another few good minutes looking at the flowers that had just bloomed and when you felt your leg starting to get sore, you decided to get up from your crouching position, just for your eyes to directly fell on bada’s eyes.

“You’ll end up catch a cold…” sighed Bada while readjusting her umbrella, making sure that not even one drop of water touched you.

“How could I, when you’re always here to help ?” You said, smiling.

Bada’s cheeks heat up and she broke the eye contact. On one hand, she felt proud that you considered her as someone who could help you but on the others hand, she couldn’t help but feel shy with the attention you were giving to her. She couldn’t stay flustered for too long and tried her best to give her face her usual cold stare.

Unaware, or pretending to be, you led the way back to the mansion.

Once inside and in front of the door of your room, you look behind you to see that Bada was still following you.

“Bada !”

“Yes ?” She said, definitely surprised to hear her name coming from your mouth.

“Are you coming inside with me ?” You said with a cheeky smile on your lips.

“Huh ? No, why…” she started but as if she had been taken out of a daze now, she realised that she was standing right in front of your door but also really close to you, the umbrella still open. She had not really payed to her surroundings, since you were in front of her and in this moment, you were the only thing that matters. Of course, she couldn’t show how bad you affected her thought and quickly closed the umbrella, taking a step back, hoping that her closeness hadn’t made you uncomfortable. “I’m sorry, I overstepped. I will go now.” Bada bow deeply and turn on her heels, ready to go.

However, she felt her arm being dragged in the opposite direction and suddenly she was pulled into your room. “Don’t be silly.” You said with a cheeky smile. “You can come inside whenever you want.”

———————————🎀——————————

After forcing Bada to sat on your bed, you went into your dressing area and started choosing your clothes for the day. Even though you were in your room, you could still hear all of your bodyguards searching for you. You always worried them so much when you took unannounced walk in the garden to watch the flower as the sun rose but you simply couldn’t help it, it was the only soft moment you had in your life as a mafia boss. You were not allowed to show a glimpse of weakness, you had to be cold but still, it didn’t stop all the people in the mansion to appreciate you and cherish you. You knew how much they cared for you and that’s why, when you’ll be dressed, you’ll go down to ease their worries.

But don’t get me wrong, even though you were supposed to not show weaknesses, it was impossible for you to be perfect and, right now, one of your biggest weaknesses, and probably only one, was sitting on your bed, waiting for you to get out of the dressing room . Bada was simply a woman that you couldn’t help but feel attached to. She acted cold and always unimpressed by your smiles but you knew that she cared a lot about you. And it was the same for you. You couldn’t count how many times you had lost yourself in her eyes or how many times a hour you were thinking about her and to be frankly honest, you don’t think she had ever leaved your mind.

From the moment you first saw her until now, you had tried every way for her to open up to you a little. You had given her the special opportunity to be your personal bodyguard, even though you had always refused to have someone so close to you, you had told her all your secret places where she could find at any moment and you had given her way more attention than to anyone.

In the end, you were forced to admit that the feeling that you had for Bada were a little bit more serious than the one you’re supposed to share with a bodyboard.

After choosing a yellow cardigan and skirt in tweed, you took a shower and put them on. You were almost ready to go, you just had to do your makeup and for that you got out of the dressing room to go back to your bedroom where Bada was still waiting for you, in the same spot you had left her.

“Bada, do you wear makeup?” You ask as you were searching for your everyday makeup in your vanity’s drawer, but you obviously knew the answer. She didn’t, her perfect skin was a gift from the sky and not something she spent hours on in the morning.

“I do not.” She answered honestly.

“Although I think you look great the way you are, wouldn’t it be fun to had color on your face ?” You proposed, with a big smile, looking in her direction.

You could see her hesitate. She was probably looking for the best way to refuse without hurting your feelings even though it wouldn’t hurt you since you were just playing.

“I don’t think it would be professional…” She finally said while looking everywhere but at your face.

And to that, you giggle while coming closer to where she was sitting, going as far as putting one knee on the bed and grabbing her shoulder with one of your hand, trapping her under you.

“You’re already in my room what could be more unprofessional ?”

“You practically forced me ! She exclaimed, clearly flustered upon hearing such assumptions. “I’m not the one being unprofessional, you…” the end of her complaint died in her mouth when she felt your hand grabbing her chin.

With a concentrated pout, you started applying your pale pink’s lipstick on Bada’s lips. You really tried for it to look even and you didn’t really noticed the look in Bada’s eyes. You didn’t notice how her cold demeanour had vanished. Neither did you notice how dumbstruck she looked. Perhaps it was because of the way your fingers was touched her, or how focus you were on the task. Or perhaps it was because the attention you were giving to her was making her feel like she was important to you.

After a while, you remove your hand and watch you have just done and doing so made you bite your lips to hold back your laughter. How could you messed up something as simple as applying lipstick ?

Bada noticed your expression and frowned.

“What’s wrong ?” She asked.

“Nothing !” You quickly answered. “It just needs a little touch up.”

She tried to grab the mirror thar you had left on the bed but you didn’t let her, taking it from her hand.

“Show it to me !” She insisted.

“Bada you have to trust me ! Im gonna fix this, just let me grab a q-tip or something…” you said, standing up to go back to your vanity.

But you made the mistake of letting the mirror on the bed. Making sure that you were not looking, Bada took the mirror and immediately grimaced after seeing her face. But the more she looked, she less she could contain herself. The lipstick was smudged and she kind of looked like a clown which makes her laugh.

“I told you not to look !” You exclaimed, coming back but looking at the way she was laughing, you couldn’t really be mad at her. It was so rare for her to laugh so freely.

“Did you not learn how to draw inside the line ?” She laughed.

“It’s my first time doing it in on someone else.” You mumble while fixing the mess you’ve done.

When you were done, you told her to look and this time you saw a little smile creeping on her face.

She didn’t know if she found herself pretty with lipstick but the fact that you did that for her was making her blush.

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You were considered a mafia boss, well, that was what people called you before they saw your face. As soon as people learned that one of the most influential mafia groups had a woman as their boss, you were humiliated everywhere and people called you name like “woman pretending to be a man” or “the biggest joke”.

It didn’t matter to you though, because while they were mocking you, you were making way profit then they could ever dream of. You were running a lot different businesses, mostly illegal, but with the life you had lived, you couldn’t care less about the law, your first goal was to survive and your second was to maintain the empire that helped the people you once were, but this was a story for another day.

Today, you were simply making rounds of the different places you owned. It was long but necessary to do at least once a month to make sure everything was fine and that nothing or no one was causing trouble.

It was now late at night when you arrived at the last place to visit. A casino. Bada was still trailing behind you, looking way more fierce and impassive than this morning. She was still wearing the lipstick you hat put on her which pleased you a lot.

The first thing you noticed when you get inside was the lack of your men in the gambling area. Bada also noticing the same thing quickly asked one of the few man who was still present and quickly returned with an answer to your question.

“It seems like a man was causing trouble after losing his money and multiple men were necessary to handle him.” She whispered in your ear.

“Is he still here ?” You asked.

“Yes.”

“Do you know where ?”

“Yes.”

“Then lead the way.” You ordered.

If Bada looked cold, you had to appeared even more cold. Weaknesses were forbidden and this rule was engraved in your brain.

She led you in a room hidden in the basement and you quickly spot the man who was surrounded by a bunch of your men. He was kneeling on the ground and it seemed like he had been beaten up.

“Was that necessary ?” You asked one of the men present.

“He is way dangerous than what he looks like.” Answered one of your people.

You frowned, wandering how much trouble this man had caused. You took a step forward but your hand was grabbed by Bada. She looked worried and it warmed your heart a lot but right now wasn’t the moment.

“You should be careful.” She said.

“I just want to have a little conversation, don’t worry.” You answered truthfully.

You looked one more time at the man and you noticed that he was smiling and that his eyes were directed at your hands interlaced. You quickly removed your hand and walked until you were towering over the man. He looked disfigured but still his eyes hold as much malice as someone who had entirely control over the situation.

“What an honour, the biggest joke came in person for me.”

You cringed internally. He knew who you were which is odd since usually gamblers didn’t know that they were playing in a casino own by the mafia.

“What did he do exactly ?” You asked out loud.

“He lashed out on our employees and at other gamblers for some reasons. Some of them are in the hospital. We were planning to give him to the authorities but he kept on screaming that he knew this place was own by the mafia.” One of your men answered.

“For some reason ?! The man exclaimed. “All of your game are rigged ! I lost everything !”He screamed. “Do you know who I am ! I am the right arm of a real boss ! I am apart of the Lee clan.”

“Oh ?” You said, smirking. You looked at him like he was a vulgar insect and without containing yourself, you kicked him in the face with your heels. “I don’t care who you are. You’re on my territory now, your clan or your status does not matter.”

This man probably needed his attitude to be beaten out of him and that’s why stepping out of the circle, you ordered with a head movement to take care of him. However, as you going to the door, you felt like a lot of noise was made in the back and it alarmed you.

The man had success to overpower one of you men and as everyone was rushing to him, it seemed like he managed to grab something in the man pocket.

You didn’t see it but you hear it. This familiar sound of a gun being reloaded. They were nothing to shield you with and Bada was too far. She rushed towards you.

Too late.

The man had shot.

The sound of a body hitting the ground filed the room.

But you were unarmed.

Your body has not been the target. It wasn’t you that he was aiming for.

You heard him laugh and saying something but your mind couldn’t comprehend it as you rushed to her side.

Bada was lying on the ground and for you, the rest didn’t matter.

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The birds were chirping but overall everything was quiet in the hospital room. You’ve been here for days waiting for her to wake up. You hadn’t eaten or taken a shower. Your clothes were still covered in Bada’s blood and your face looked gloomy. But you couldn’t go and leave her alone, at least not yet.

Seeing her opening her eyes almost felt like a miracle. Bada grunt loudly, squinting her eyes, trying to acclimate herself to the light. You didn’t say anything and just waited until she noticed your presence in the room.

As soon as she saw you, she sat up but this simple action brought pain to her stomach. She saw your pretty clothes covered in blood and she tried to say something but the only things that came out was a bunch of coughing.

“Lie back down.” You ordered, coldly.

Your voice had taken her aback and you don’t know if it was the fact that she was injured, but she gave you those puppy eyes that showed such a vulnerability that you couldn’t bear. In front of your cold eyes, she couldn’t help but lie back down like you asked.

“What did you do with the guy ?” She asked, trying to make you talk to her.

“You don’t have to worry about this anymore.” You answered with a sigh.

“Huh ? What do you mean ?”

You could read her confusion on her face and it brought pain to your feelings.

“There’s a nice place in the U.S, you’ll be way better there.” You informed her, looking away.

She sat up quickly.

“What !” She yelled but the coughed loudly. She took deep breaths, trying to calm herself. “Did I do something wrong ? Is it because I failed to protect you ? If it’s that… I promise I’ll do better, I…”

“What are you talking about ? You didn’t fail at all… You took a bullet, for God sake !” You exclaimed, standing up, annoyed that she couldn’t get why she needed to go away. That guy did it on purpose, he saw how close you and Bada were and he targeted her to hurt you and while you were busy trying to stop the bleeding, screaming at all your men to call a doctor, the guy had escaped.

“And what is wrong with that ?” Answered Bada calmly. “It’s my job to protect you, I’m your bodyguard.”

“No. You almost die and it’s not your job to die.”

“If it means that you can be safe then I’ll take every bullet no matter what.” She sait with honesty. She then scooped you closer by taking your hand. “Please don’t push me away.” She begged, looking into your eyes.

“If this man is who he is pretending to be then everyone already knows you are.” You informed her, crouching at her level.

“Why is it that important ? I’m just another one of your bodyguards.”

“You don’t get it.” You said, shaking your head.

“Then please elaborate.” She demanded, because at this point she really didn’t get your point and it was starting to frustrate her.

“You’re not just one of my bodyguards. You’re way more important than that to me and they know that too now.” You admitted for the fist time out loud.

Bada was left dumbfounded. She actually didn’t know how to answer. She knew that you loved to tease her and flustered her but she never knew that she hold a special place in your heart. But she needed to be sure what type of special place it was, she didn’t want to live off delusions that’s why, she closed the distance between you and pressed a single kiss on your lips.

You opened your lips in shock and she took this as an invitation to deepen the kiss. You let her kiss you, because you didn’t know what else to do but also because you liked this a little bit too much.

She broke the kiss first and asked, “Was that okay ? I mean…did you want that ?”

It took more than a second to regain your composure.

“Well… hum… yes but…” you shake your head trying to reorganise your thoughts. “My feelings… it’s not the point here. I want you to be safe and for that you need to be away from me so…”

“No need. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Pardon ?”

“I’ll stay with you.” She stated with a cheeky smile.

“Bada, it’s not a joke…”

“I know. But… I like you a lot and I need… no I want to protect you even if I day.”

“You’ll be a really shitty bodyguard if you died.” You chuckled.

In the end, you accepted to let her stay, first because she was so convinced that being with was the best thing to protect you and herself ans second, she admitted that she liked you and now that you knew, you didn’t really want her to be away from you.

You still had a weakness but what was the point in hiding it with such a good bodyguard.

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[marlynnofmany]

An Impressive Number of Arms

“Hello!” I said, holding up the clear travel crate. “Here are your small hopping animals!” I really wanted to say frogs, but they weren’t from Earth, and neither were the people I was handing them off to.

“Excellent,” said the one-armed alien. She stood more solidly on that single leg than I ever would, regarding me with one large eye. It was weird to see her mouth instead of a breathing mask. The air on her ship was unbearably damp by my standards, and I couldn’t wait to get back on the shuttle.

The other Solo spoke up from behind her, a greenish-blue to her purple-blue. “Do you have the crawling animals too?”

“Yes, sorry,” I said. “Mur is bringing those.” I called back into the open hatch of the shuttle, “Need a hand, Mur?”

“Just double-checking the seal,” my coworker called back. “And why would I need a hand when I have tentacles? Absurd human phrasing.”

I turned back to the clients, setting the crate on a table. “He’ll be right out.”

Before I could get the payment tablet or strike up some small talk, an authority figure walked into the docking bay. Well, hopped. But she made it look regal. And the other two immediately folded in half to bow. I did the same briefly, hoping it was the right amount of deference.

“Are the creatures lively?” she demanded.

“Oh yes,” I said, waving a hand at the crate while keeping my other arm at my side. It wouldn’t do to emphasize my abundance of limbs.

The boss turned her one eye on the purple underling. “Open the lid and check.”

I blurted out, “It’s clear. You can see them.”

That just earned me a glare. “False sides can be faked.”

Yeah, okay. Guess we’re doing this. I shrugged, hoping it looked polite, and stepped back for the purple one to unfasten all the safety catches. Maybe the frogs will behave themselves.

Of course they didn’t. The first one leapt right at my face, and I caught it in midair. Others were springing everywhere with excited little peeps. The purple one shut the lid hastily, but it was much too late.

“Hm. Good,” the boss said. She turned on her heel and bounded toward the door. “Make sure you clean up thoroughly.”

I’d like to say I was flabbergasted at that, but I’d been working with people of one sort or another for long enough to know better. The customer is often an idiot, and you’re obliged to pretend they’re not.

“I got one!” said the green guy. “Open the lid again!”

“The others will get out!” objected the purple one, trying to slap her hand over another tiny frog-thing.

“Who designed this crate?” the green one lamented.

“Here, I can do it,” I said. “I’ve had practice.” The frog I’d caught was small enough to hold in one hand without worrying that I’d squish it, so my other was free to slide the lid back an inch, covering the rest of the opening with my forearm. I dumped the frog in and closed it, then held my hands out for the next one.

The Solos were grateful. We did our best to catch the many little beasties that were spreading across the docking bay. I caught twice as many as they did, and put them all back one at a time.

The green guy shook his head. “That two-armed advantage,” he grumbled.

“We appreciate your help,” said the purple one, giving him a sharp look.

“No problem,” I said. “I’m happy to put my arms to use.” It was only showing off a little to catch two different frogs at once. “I think we’ve got most of them, just missing the ones that have gone into hiding.”

“Hiding inside our shuttle?” asked Mur’s voice.

I looked up to see him posing in the entrance with a frog wrapped in almost every tentacle. He towed the snail crate behind him on a glider pad. The seals looked fine.

I cocked a hip. “Nobody likes a show-off, Mur.”

His grin made him look like a cartoonishly proud squid.

The Solos fell over themselves thanking him. I put my two frogs away, then took his one at a time while the Solos peeked into corners and crevices in search of strays. Eventually they were all back in the crate, none the worse for all the excitement.

I didn’t know if they were destined to be food, royal pets, or something else, but they were healthy and accounted for on my watch, dagnabbit. I even got out the medical scanner to count how many were in the crate, because there was no way they’d hold still long enough to do it the old-fashioned way.

“Yes, that’s all of them!” I declared. The Solos looked visibly relieved. “Good job, team!”

“You’re welcome,” Mur said with false humility.

“Yeah yeah,” I said. “You and your more-arms-than-the-rest-of-us-combined. What took you so long to come out, anyway?”

“Oh, that.” Mur leaned in with a tentacle shielding his mouth from lip-reading on any cameras that might be in place. “Whoever made the snail crate did a bad job. The lid popped open in transit.”

“What?” I asked while the two Solos looked appropriately alarmed.

“Not to worry. I got them all.” He looked exceptionally smug, waving his tentacles gently.

I just shook my head and took out the payment tablet.

“Don’t tell the boss,” said the purple one as she took it. She had to set it on the table so she could use her single hand to tap in the information.

“Not a word,” I promised.

“I will only brag to trusted ears,” Mur said. With a glance at me, he added. “I think now is a fine time for a round of that card-flipping game that you lost so badly at last time. I’m on a roll.”

I pointed a finger at him while I accepted the tablet back with the other hand. “Oh, you are on. There’s no way I’m going to let you be this smug twice in one day.”

He grinned some more. I was pretty sure he was definitely going to be that smug again, but I’d give it my best shot. On the behalf of people with only two arms everywhere.

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The ongoing backstory adventures of the main character from this book. More to come!

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[heelwriting]

Right, darling?

Day/Prompt: Day 5 - "I'll be your date for the party if you don't have one yet"

Fandom/Character(s): NJPW / Wrestling / Zack Sabre Jr x F!Reader

Warnings: none

Wordcount: 785

Summary: Reader is invited to an office christmas party but gets unwanted questions of when she is going to have a family so Zack steps up as her date.

@12daysofchristmas

She had been roommates with Zack since they were in their late 20s, at first it was just an add searching for a roommate but eventually they became really good friends.

Since Zack wrestled all over the world sometimes it was months since they saw each other and she was in charge of paying the bills and feeding the cat, they had a stable friendship but for the most part they didn’t go outside together, they had separate groups of friends and since she wasn’t on the wrestling scene she didn’t want to get involved and Zack was very respectful in that regard.

After working for her office for many years and getting picked on for never bringing a date, she was talking to another friend who was over for dinner one night, Zack was supposed to be on his room but accidentally overheard them.

When her friend left Zack came out to watch a movie with her on the living room.

“Did you have fun?”

He asked.

“Sure, we left you some salad on the fridge if you want it”

“Thanks, I’ll leave it for tomorrow”

Zack started hugging a pillow from the couch, she was watching tv but she suddenly felt his eyes on her.

“I heard you have the annual Christmas party on Friday”

She paused the tv and looked at him while nodding.

“Yeah, I just want to get over with it”

"I'll be your date for the party if you don't have one yet"

“W-what?”

“Yeah, I know how much you hate those and if I can help you get through that night I’ll do it”

She was still too perplexed and trying to understand, he never intervened in that way so she didn’t get his change of heart.

“Are you sure?”

She asked with a confused look on her face that made Zack smile.

“Hey, why are you so surprised?”

“I don’t know, it’s not the kind of thing we do together usually”

She explained.

“Maybe it’s time for a change”

Zack said getting up.

“Just tell me the time we leave and I’ll be ready”

Zack left for his room but she was still weirded out by his offer, she wasn’t complaining but it was uncharacteristic of him to volunteer for a party. While in the other hand, Zack had heard her complaining about the people on her office getting on her nerves about getting married, especially her boss who was happily married and had 3 children.

Zack had a plan for the party but since he knew she wouldn’t like it he had to do it before she had the opportunity to back off.

The week passed by quickly and they finally went to the party, she walked close to Zack but not enough to be touching, she said hi to some of her coworkers, then she had to talk to her boss, she had told Zack to stay back but to her surprise he came after her a few seconds after she greeted her boss.

“And who is this handsome gentleman?”

Her boss asked watching as Zack put an arm around her shoulder.

“Well, he’s my…”

“Her husband, nice to meet you, she’s told me lots of good things about you over the years”

He put his hand out, the woman shook his hand but was very confused because of what he said.

“Ohh I thought you were single?”

Zack immediately intervened.

“Well I’m kind of in the public eye so we keep everything low key”

Zack paused talking to look at her with a warm smile.

“Right, darling?”

“Y-yes! That’s why I couldn’t talk about it”

The woman seemed pleased to hear she was actually married the whole time which as odd but it was better than the nagging she normally did, Zack had actually come to save her and she was grateful even if he didn’t tell her beforehand that he would lie.

“Well I’ll leave you two lovebirds to enjoy the rest of the night, I need to go back to my table, thanks for coming guys”

Her boss finally went away and she finally dropped her smile, she hit Zack in the chest.

“Ouch”

“Why did you do that?”

“I wanted to help”

He shrugged his shoulders, she had a hand over her face.

“You should have told me!”

He just laughed and she hit his arm this time.

“I knew you wouldn’t go with my idea, but see now no one will tell you anything because you have a hot husband”

She laughed with him.

“Thanks for doing this, I really owe you”

“Go get your husband some food and we’ll be even”

He winked at her.

“Right away, my dear”

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[excalibur-gone-missing]

Hello, hope this message finds you well!!!

My birthday is tomorrow and I was wondering if I could request something for Wonwoo or Jeonghan,,, something that starts as angst and ends as fluff maybe? I've been feeling so shitty lately, sigh.

But also!!! I totally understand if you don't accept this req hehe

Have a good day/night ahead ❤️

P.S. if you accept anons, can I be 🦷 ?

Paring: wonwoo x you, jeonghan x you

Requested: yes

Genre: fluff, angst

Warning(s): cheating, a bit of violence

Summary: wonwoo cheats and jeonghan swoops in to save the day

Word count: 1.0k

Other works

Beta reader: none (its not proof read)

disclaimer: this is not the exact representation of the subjects in real life. I just use them for my inspiration.

a/n: I request each and every one of you to comment on this fic don't be a silent reader it helps me as an author to understand my readers and i would love to communicate with all of you. Constructive criticism is always welcomed by me so do talk about this fic or send me an ask. Plus, if you loved it enough don't forget to reblog, it will help me reach a larger audience.

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a/n 2: hey! happy birthday!! or advanced birthday! I wanted to post a proper fic, but as its your birthday, i didnt want to make you wait. so a drabble for i shall provide :)

plus i hope you feel better soon. im rooting for you!!!!!!

btw yes i accept anons, and i would love to talk with all of you! ✨✨✨✨

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Wonwoo is a busy man. I mean of course he is. The stelar kid of the family, the only child to get a medical degree and also the one to have a fiancé at the age of thirty-one ready to get married and start his own family.

The man was just the epitome of brilliance and was always diligent and hardworking. He was filled with back up plans and made more back up plans for those said back up plans. He was so into creating the perfect life for himself, he even made sure that he has another lady in store to be on the safe side because what if this one leaves him?

Now this is where you come to play. Unbeknownst to you the doctor you had been dating for the better half of two years, has already made plans for his happily ever after with another. What is more hilarious is the one said lover of his is none other than your distant cousin.

Being a woman with normal job that requires working for normal hours in the office, you accepted the fact that you would never understand the intensive hours these doctors work. Yes there were times when he was not called on his pager but his phone and was asked to immediately go to the hospital. Yes there were times when you had gone to the hospital to surprise him only to know that he was not there. And yes he specifically told you he wanted to keep the relationship private as all his coworkers are too nosy for their good.

Should you have figured out that the one guy you were madly in love with was already set to become the husband of other?

Yes

But did you?

Absolutely not!

Maybe that is why he kept you around, you were easy to lie to or were you just a good lay?

You would never know. Funnily enough you wouldn’t have know about the woman either if she wouldn’t have come to your house after your genius of a lover forgot to turn of his location during his nightly escapades with you.

The lady came storming into the house looked around in search of the man who had wronged her all while screaming at the top of her lungs at trying to make her presence known.

You would have never felt the hurt you felt that day if Wonwoo knew how to be a loyal man to his fiancé. You would have never have to hear the words, “this is the bitch you were fucking behind my back all this time,” from that lady. While she slapped you like she hated you and took jabs at your pride.

She made you question your integrity, your life and all your actions. Was it your fault that the man who said sweet ‘I love you’s to you every night was also telling them to his beloved fiancé. Maybe it was.

But the deed was done your self-respect was destroyed. Now you would always look at the mirror and realize that it was you who was the other woman. It was you who took the beautiful fantasy of one home away from another.

You left Wonwoo that day. He never tried to call. You were never important to him anyway. He left you broken, questioning your values, your life, and your actions.

This hurt more than any breakup you had been through because it was when you realized how naïve you were, how it was easy to lie to you. It made you feel like shit and there was no going back.

You stopped visiting your family, and meeting too scared to see those disappointed looks on their faces. What if you stumbled upon her when there was a function, she would hate you and you were too scared to face anyone let alone yourself.

She got married to him anyway. It was just a small hiccup in their relationship, while it did indeed destroyed you, they were happy. It is all that mattered to them. And although you would give them the credit for moving on with their lives, you couldn’t say the same for yourself.

It was then you had met Jeonghan, the man was funny and jovial, a bit of a prankster. He was exactly what you needed to escape life. He was the breath of fresh air you needed. He anchored you to reality and let to feel the happiness of life.

The friendship you both had built, had come shattering down one day when you got to realize he was friends with none other than the man you threw you down the shameful spiral of self-hatred.

That week you reused to talk to the man, at all. He suddenly made your skin crawl. For if he were friends with a man as despicable as Wonwoo after all his deeds, how much of a monster could he actually be. You didn’t want to stick around to get to know that.

Exactly a week after that Jeonghan was standing at your door. And was ready to make you talk no matter what. And talk you did that day. You shouted at the man for a whole hour to make sure he understood you would never be the other woman again. You were fooled once but you refused to be fooled twice.

After your shouting spree, he had held you to calm you down and told you he didn’t know what had Wonwoo done. He apologized profusely for the hurt his friend caused you while relentlessly promising to never betray you.

That day he asked you for a chance and just asked you to trust him for this once and let him in your life. He promised he would make sure you never you feel any less than what you should. He promised that you were enough for him and would spend his whole life proving it to you.

Surprisingly enough he did. He never left you once after that, never let you question your worth. Now after almost thirty years. You are happy with the man. You have lived a life were you enjoyed every bit of it. Jeonghan made sure you did. With your three kids happy and settled, you both went to live in the countryside seeking the peace that comes with it. You are happy and you are sure you would trade the whole world for this happiness. But good for you, you don’t need to.

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a/n 3: i hope you liked this !!

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[astarsol]

chapter 2 - sight for sore eyes

    tsukishima grabs an apple, checking it for any bruises or bumps. "why are we here again?" he sets the apple back down, turning to look at his high school 'friends'. 

  "to have a look around! we have a day off, as do you, and therefore we must savor it!" atsumu balls his hands into fists, pumping them a little into the air. despite tsukishima's nonchalant personality, the others attempt to enjoy their outing. 

  hinata veers off for a second, looking at a vintage stand, an array of items sparkling in the sun. bokuto quickly joins him, acting as birds searching for a treasure, going for gold. tsukishima shakes his head at their antics, turning back to atsumu, a small smile on his head. 

  "did you hear about your devoted fans visiting the planetarium, searching for you guys?" tsukishima questions, standing beside atsumu as he looks at the sunglasses nearby. atsumu turns around, narrowing his eyebrows at his salty friend, "no, what happened??"

  he couldn't help but laugh, imagining his coworkers' faces when they realized that people weren't buying tickets to learn about the solar system. "so, someone must've seen you guys or something and told someone else. but the place was apparently filled, as one of my coworkers told me."

  "what about y/n? was she there?" atsumu immediately asks, not realizing how quickly his mind swept to your figure, "she was... very nice and i would hate for that to happen to her."

  "no, lover boy. but i'm sure they'll have a hell of a time tomorrow," tsukishima grabs a pair of sunglasses, looking them over while atsumu sighs. a part of him loves the fame and the other part of him wished it would just disappear. especially the incessant amount of fans who bombard him. 

  as tsukishima sets the sunglasses down, someone grabs his wrist. when he looks up, he sees a smiling bokuto, a weird hat sitting atop his head, "let's go, there's a meat bun truck down the road and hinata is begging to go. you too atsumu!" atsumu looks up at his friends, nodding slightly while setting down the souvenir he had his eye on. 

  when he starts walking towards the group, something catches the corner of his eye, you.

    atsumu types away on his phone, messaging his twin in an attempt to freak out to someone. it honestly felt like destiny, or fate, you being there, him being there. he takes a step forward, watching as you buy a couple peaches. there's a nervousness building in his throat, a frog waiting to free itself from his grasp.

  the tingling in his hands become a new feeling, the wobble in his knees coming soon thereafter. an aroma of cheese fills the air, clouds shadowing the market. atsumu takes another step in your direction and widens his smile to seem more confident. 

  "hel-" atsumu begins, bringing his hand up to wave in your direction, gain your undivided attention. however, something pulls him away from his attempt. 

  "atsumu? they sent me to come get you and you're just walking in the opposite direction," tsukishima clicks his tongue, figuring it was something or someone that so surprisingly caught his attention. 

  he turns around to look at the planetarium's intern, a sour look overtaking his face. "yeah, i just thought i saw someone, let's go see everyone else," atsumu shrugs his shoulders, attempting to soften his upset expression.

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fun facts;

y/n loves peaches and mangos

atsumu is a big fan of berries, and isn’t a huge fan of veggies

y/n visits the farmers market regularly, however, they had to stop for a while due to school and work

y/n was tempted to look tsukishima’s friends up, but decided not to out of respect

taglist; @alienvarmint @buggy-cj

#atsumu miya x reader #don’t miss me smau #don’t miss me social media au #atsumu miya #haikyuu college au #haikyuu smau #haikyuu social media au #haikyuu x reader #miya atsumu #miya atsumu x reader

[oopsallfanfic]

When We Were Young [Playing With Fire Short Story]

Chinami Tsukishima started her day in the ramen shop like any other day, she'd clock in early, help prepare the stock for tomorrow, and begin on prep in the main restaurant. It was just like any other day. Little did she know she was going to meet the love of her life that night.

As Chinami finished preparing a bowl for a customer she looked up over the steam of the kitchen to the main dining room. There he sat, a strong broad-shouldered young man, stubble strapped his strong jawline. His grey eyes glistened in the dim lights, and his shoulder-length curly hair looked as black as night. 

Akira Hamamoto felt her gaze fall on him, he looked over to the kitchen to lock eyes with the thin young woman staring at him. She was jostled by a coworker nudging her to get back to work. Their eye contact broke momentarily, but she looked over to him once more before diving back into work.

As Chinami continued working she couldn't help but glance over to the handsome man sitting at the counter. He was looking down at his watch. She looked at hers, it was flipped over on her wrist so the face was always down, she wouldn't be off of work for another hour or so. Should I ask him to wait? Chinami thought, No, that's ridiculous, I don't know this man. He doesn't know me, why would he wait? Chinami looked over to Akira once more before shaking her head and getting back to work.

Akira checked his watch, the shop wouldn't be closing for another hour, maybe he'll come back to visit her another day. No, that's ridiculous, Akira said to himself, Don't be a chicken, just wait for her after work.

Chinami waved and said goodbye to her coworkers as she stepped out the door. As she rounded the corner to the main road just in front of the shop, she noticed a tall muscular figure standing right under the light of the nearby bus stop. She recognized the man's face, standing now he was much taller than he seemed inside. 

Chinami and Akira both made their way to each other, Chinami could feel the heat rise to her chest as they got closer. They met halfway, not saying anything at first, the two of them were too nervous for their own good. Chinami shook off her nerves and stood a little taller.

"Good evening," Chinami said, bowing, "My name is Tsukishima Chinami, you dined with us earlier today, right?"

"I-Uhm, yes, I did," Akira stumbled over his words. This is ridiculous, this was a bad idea. It’s creepy, right? He cleared his throat and bowed, "G-Good evening, my name is Akira Hamamoto."

"Did you enjoy your food, Mr.Hamamoto?" Chinami asked him.

"Please, just Akira is fine," He blushed and rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, "Only my employees call me that sometimes."

"Well, Akira," Chinami rubbed her arm nervously, "If you enjoyed your meal, maybe I could make you something else sometime?"

"Like dinner?" Akira's face turned beet red as his eyes widened in surprise.

"Yeah, silly!" She said a little more confidently now.

Akira gained his composure back and straightened himself out, "Yes, I'd like that very much."

"Wednesday at 6 pm," She said as she grabbed her purse, searching for a piece of paper and pen. She wrote down her address, phone number, and the time of their date. "My place, don't be late."

Akira took the paper as she began to walk towards the train station, Chinami shouted at him while walking backward, "I better go, I'm going to miss my ride! I'll talk to you later!"

Akira stood there, the scent of pork broth and cinnamon lingering behind. I wonder if she recognized me at all, He thought to himself, She doesn't look the type to keep up on the world of heroes though.

Akira Hamamoto, Japan's #5 Hero, stood there with a smile on his face as he thought about the confident young woman who he just met making ramen in a small shop. He decided then that he would make her his wife one day, and make her happy until the end of their days. Akira folded the paper into his wallet and headed back home.

#fan fiction #fan fic #a03 fan fic #a03 fan fiction #a03 #my hero academia #mha #mha au #mha college au #slow burn #friends to lovers #self insert #y/n #bakugou katsuki #izuku midoriya #katsuki x reader #shoto x reader #shoto todoroki #short story #short fiction

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Cover Up- Draco Malfoy x OC

Draco Malfoy x Cecily Sadler

Description: Draco decides to cover up his Dark Mark after the war and ends up meeting someone he never thought he’d see at a tattoo parlor.

Word Count: 1.6k

Things had been weird after the war. With everyone trying to rebuild the Wizarding world and Death Eaters trying to cut their losses with Voldemort finally dead. Draco was not unknown to the mixed feelings that other wizards feel about him. He had received the Dark Mark before the war finally broke out, but during the Battle of Hogwarts he switched sides, seeing the error of his ways. That sometimes didn’t change people’s views of him, but all he could do at this point was show that he had truly changed.

The first step to doing that was covering up one of the things that made him evil: the Dark Mark on his left arm. The easiest answer would be to just constantly hide it under a sleeve, but just thinking about it made his stomach churn. It felt like a disease stuck permanently to him, one that couldn’t go away. So, he figured that his safest bet was to get it covered up with a tattoo bigger than the mark.

It couldn’t be done by Muggles because there would be too many questions of why he had the Dark Mark and what it was, and he didn’t feel like making up so many lies. He knew of only one Wizarding tattoo parlor nearby that would do it, Crown of Ink is Diagon Alley. He’d never been in there personally, but from what he’s seen they were pretty good.

So, a few days later, he found himself in the bustling alley searching for the parlor. He found it after a few minutes and made it there as quickly as he could, not wanting to be seen by some old Slytherin friends from school. The door opened with a bell jingling right above it, signalling his entrance. It was empty save for someone behind the counter sketching out what Draco assumed to be a design for a customer. At the sound of the door, the worker looked up.

“Hi, how can I help you?” She asked politely. Draco walked up to the counter, visibly nervous as he began speaking.

“Do you uh- take walk-ins?” He asked. The slightly older woman nodded and shot him a reassuring smile.

“Yep. You want a tattoo?” She questioned, already flipping the page of her sketchbook.

“Yeah, I need a cover-up,” he explained, growing more nervous by the second. She nodded then hummed thoughtfully.

“Alright, I can get you in with Cec, she’s the best at cover-ups,” she responded, moving out from behind the counter. “Give me just a sec.” Without another word she walked down the hallway to the right of the counter. Draco nodded and leaned against the counter anxiously while he waited. Just a few minutes later he heard footsteps down the hallway and stood straight once again, straightening out the jacket of his suit.

“This is him,” the worker spoke as she came into view. Just a second later someone appeared behind her, someone very familiar.

“Draco,” Cecily asked in disbelief.

“Cecily,” he breathed out in the same manner. They stared at each other in shock for a moment before her coworker spoke up.

“Do you guys know each other?” She questioned, looking between the two. Cecily snapped out of whatever trance they were in and nodded.

“You could say that,” she responded then smiled at her. “Thanks Tanya, I’ll do it.” The girl now known to Draco as Tanya nodded in response and took her place behind the counter once again.

“Follow me,” Cecily instructed before walking down the hallway. Draco did so, his mind reeling as he followed her.

He hadn’t seen her since before the battle, having chosen to fight alongside his family rather than against. She’d been the reason he changed his mind. She’s changed since then, Draco could tell. The only thing physically different was that she had an upper half-sleeve of various tattoos. But there was also a different air around her. Cecily had not only seen, but experienced the horrors of the war and it changed her mindset in a good way. No longer was she the bubbly and seemingly oblivious Hufflepuff girl from their school days. Now, she was more confident, but it felt like she was still humbled.

She led him into a room he just knew that she had decorated herself. The walls were the same color as her signature coral hair and there were flowers painted randomly around the room. There was a shelf of stuffed animals on the right wall that made Draco smile.

“Alright, so Tanya tells me you want a cover-up,” Cecily spoke, sitting down on a rolling stool. “How big is the tattoo you’re trying to cover up?” Draco, with great hesitance, took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeve. He held out his arm and watched her examine the Dark Mark he so loathed.

“I see,” she mumbled, much softer than before. She then grabbed a sketchpad from the counter behind her then faced him again.

“What design would you like?” She asked. Draco sat down on the reclining seat in front of her and hummed. He hadn’t even thought about that. What would be big enough to cover up such a dreadful tattoo?

“Surprise me,” was what he finally settled on. She raised her eyebrows at him, but he only gave her a nod of confirmation. He’d seen some of her artwork when they were in school, he trusted her artistic ability.

“Alright, give me a few minutes,” she muttered, already beginning to sketch. They sat in silence, the only sound being the pencil against her sketchpad. Draco’s eyes traced over each painted flower on the wall in front of him until he heard her set her pencil down.

“How’s this?” She asked, making him look at her while she held up her sketch. It looked like a fox playing and running around with a dragon. He was surprised how detailed it was considering how little time she took to draw it.

“It’s perfect,” he muttered, a genuine smile creeping onto his face. She smiled proudly and began transferring it.

“Would you like it to move?” She asked offhandedly. Draco grew nervous.

“Depends on how much it moves,” he responded anxiously. Cecily shot him a reassuring look and rolled closer to the chair.

“There are several kinds of movement. In your case the most movement would be them running around your entire body, next would be just moving up and down your arm. After that it’d just be going around the circumference of your arm but they’ll stay in the same spot that I tattoo them in length-wise, finally there’s the minimal amount of movement of them just running in a circle that I tattoo them in. Anything less than that would be no movement,” she informed him. Draco had been shaking his head quite quickly until she got to the last option, he seemed to be mulling over it.

“I’ll take them running in a circle, please.” The girl nodded and got to work. The tattooing process was easy enough, Cecily thought better than to mention he seemed to be taking the pain of getting a tattoo almost too well. They made pleasant conversation while she worked and at times he’d take a moment to just admire her. He always thought she looked gorgeous when she was concentrating on something, she’d bite her lip and hum a song in her heart while she worked.

The process of tattooing took only an hour and a half because Draco requested color, a deep green for the dragon and white for the fox. Once it was done she cleaned up his arm then enchanted the tattoo with her wand for the fox and dragon to chase each other in circles.

“Alright, you’re good to go. Make sure you gently wash your tattoo area twice a day with soap and water and gently pat dry before reapplying the antibacterial ointment. Keep applying a moisturizer or ointment after you clean it to keep it moist. Understand?” Draco nodded and gingerly took the ointment when she held it out for him.

“Great, meet Tanya at the front to pay. Have a good day Draco,” she finished, beginning to clean up her work station. Draco didn’t move at first, just watched her for a moment before heading to the front. He paid without a second thought, but paused when he began to walk out the door.

“You okay there?” Tanya asked curiously, leaning against the counter. He didn’t say anything for a moment then finally looked at her.

“Can I go see Cecily real quick?” He asked hopefully. Tanya shrugged then nodded her head to the hallway.

“Knock yourself out,” she responded before putting his money in the register. He thanked her then jogged back to the room she tattooed him in, frowning when she was nowhere to be seen.

“What’re you still doing here Draco?” Cecily asked from behind him, making him jump in surprise and face her.

“Are you doing anything tonight?” He asked instead of responding. She looked surprised by the sudden question, but shrugged as she moved past him to walk into her room.

“Nothing that I know of. Why?” She inquired while wiping down the counter with the rag he assumed she had left to get.

“Would you want to get dinner with me? At The Leaky Cauldron?” He asked hopefully, fiddling with his sleeve when his hands got to clammy to keep in his pockets. Cecily still her movements in thought. The longer Draco waited, the more anxious he got. Was this a good idea? Maybe he should’ve just-

“I’d like that a lot,” she eventually answered with a soft smile. “I get off at seven.” Draco internally sighed in relief and grinned joyfully.

“Then I’ll be here at six-thirty,” he responded, taking her free hand and kissing the back of it charmingly. She giggled then shooed him off. Neither of them could wait for this evening.

#harry potter #harry potter imagine #draco malfoy #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy x oc

[moonrisecalamityretreat]

i have heard your voice, weighed your every choice || futaba || trial 6.2 || re: im so owned

Futaba Takemoto-Mashita hadn’t wanted much from life for a long, long time.

She can’t say with certainty what the real Futaba would have wanted had she lived long enough to decide, but she’s confident she would have thought of something. That Futaba was vivacious, confident, full of willpower and energy, and that Futaba was never her. They shared a face and a name and a voice, but the Futaba of today was never so lively or sure of herself as the girl she was supposed to be had been. She simply did what she felt she was meant to - she didn’t have any particularly strong desires or likes or dislikes, and while she may have felt that something was off, she saw no need to step outside of the well-kept bubble of familiarity she’d built over the years. No matter how uncomfortable things got, she could easily fall into a comfortable enough routine, and for nearly a decade, that was fine with her. 

But she’d met people here that changed that, and Jinpachi Otsuka - or Juzo Miyazaki, rather - was one of them. 

“Now you have two hands to watch out for, Hanji-kun!”

“What tHE AAGH– I can’t believe you’d turn on me– when were ya on Ozu’s side?!" 

”… We are both devils. I’m simply fostering team spirit.“

Frankly, there were few people she felt strongly for at all for a good while. Before she’d grown into herself, her family were the only people she knew how to love. Everyone outside of that was simply an acquaintance, a peer, a coworker. She had no attachments to anyone aside from those she was made to have an attachment to, and she rarely saw most of them anyway. She wasn’t entirely alone, but considering her circumstances, she may as well have been.

She can’t recall when it was she began to care so deeply for Juzo. Maybe there was an inkling of that big sister instinct when Aldie had hunted them down on the beach, or maybe it was there when they’d first arrived on the airship and he’d shared his worries with her. Maybe it was when she agreed to join him on the ferris wheel even though she’s terrified of heights, or when they’d ditched the minigame at the amusement park to play Candyland with Hanji and Spud (and teamed up to bully the former), or when he helped her get ready for the gala and they gossiped about the motive and their own small secrets. Maybe it was when she said he could call her by her first name, or when they talked about what they wanted to do with their lives in the future, or when he’d still treated her exactly the same after they all found out what she was. Maybe it was when they shared their insecurities with one another, or when he asked to call her onee-chan, or when they’d simply rummaged through the old convenience store in the abandoned village together. Maybe it was some small moment they’d shared that she wouldn’t have even thought twice about, or maybe it was everything - all the big and little bits of time they’d spent together - that set in stone who Juzo was to her.

"I mean…if you don’t want them to be your family then…you really get to choose your own family.”

“… I’m not certain what I want them to be, and vice versa. I think… that will take quite a lot of talking between us to figure out. But I don’t think that bars me from choosing who I’d consider family, either.”

They’d talked briefly about family, and about how nothing could really stop them from picking their own. To Futaba, that’s what Juzo was - he was family, a little brother that entered her life far later than she would have wanted.

And from the look of things, he’d be leaving it far sooner than she would have wanted, too.

Actually wanting anything was new to her, but Juzo was someone who taught her how to want. And at the moment the blade that once belonged to Juzo skewers his chest, Futaba wants nothing more than to cut down the man that took his love for granted. She wants him to hurt - genuinely, not the sort of “overwhelming despair” he’s searching for. She wants him to suffer. She wants everything he’s ever hoped for to crumble beneath his feet, and she wants it to matter.

Because all that ever mattered to her was seeing Juzo happy.

She wanted to protect him, make sure he was safe, make sure nothing could hurt him anymore.

She wanted him to find some way to lead a normal, peaceful life like he’d wanted.

She wanted to get away from everything with him and Hanji.

She wanted him to have a chance to ask Hanji about an apprenticeship, and if that didn’t work out, she wanted him to follow whatever path he felt fit. Maybe he’d become some sort of builder.

She wanted to see the sort of person he’d grow into.

She wanted him to be there when she grew, too.

But she wouldn’t be getting what she wanted now, and she was going to make sure Jinpachi wouldn’t either. 

So, even though there’s a horrible storm of anger and misery and grief threatening to take her over, Futaba doesn’t let herself falter. She can’t, not when there are so many lives on the line, and especially not when she’s positive it would make Jinpachi’s day to see her break. At the very least, she’d much rather find a way to break him first. 

She’s quiet for a long while, calming herself enough to speak once she’s finally found the words to do so.

“… How annoying. Are you done with the dramatics?”

She briefly wonders if he was this grating at Happy Smiles. He must have been.

“There isn’t much I can say that hasn’t already been said… but to be clear, there’s not a word I’ve heard that I disagreed with. I assume you were hoping for an especially strong reaction to what you’ve just done, but I’d rather not waste more time on you than is necessary. … Though I do think I can say with confidence that I was a better sister to him than you ever were a brother.”

“… If you could make your explanation quick, please. I’d like to go home now.”

#reaction #ch6 #futaba

[deathly-sick-flowers]

No Sugar Part Two

got a notification on snapchat someone trying to add me. “bro it’s 3am go to bed why are you adding me” i joke to myself. some Melissa276 maybe a robot idk but you picked the right time to chat melissa. i accept and message ‘hey’. they are up and replying asking if i want to swap pics. what a joke, it’s free and i love cheap thrills. fuck it i have nothing to lose so i whip out my cock and try to get it hard. it ain’t happening. all the blood is in my brain with the coke and the beer doesn’t help. no blood and no stimulus means i ain’t getting it up. now i’m all bummed out so i do a bump and play some music. i start wondering if i could just add anyone on snap too maybe i could just talk to random fucking people. i type Hotgirl96 and laugh at the search results. does someone think this would actually work? well i’m a fucking loser so i’m going down this rabbit hole maybe i’ll land on someone real. it’s like this for hours it’s no use. i’m so wired i can’t sleep until real people wake up so i try those sketchy ads on porn sites looking for alleged Hot Singles In My Area. “fuck it” i beam alone. i got no job and no car or house payment. besides recycling cans i also get money from selling shit i find in my dad’s house or doing uber late at night when i’m jacked up on cocaine. after signing up with a credit card i start browsing through pictures of whores thinking “i just want some company”. i haven’t eaten in three days and some of those empty bottles on the table have piss in them cause i’m too lazy to get up. i don’t think they’ll mind but maybe for the smell i’ll finally dump them. i find some dark skinned asian girl and i just “good enough” out loud so i send a message. that turns into some chatting and pricing and a facetime to verify we’re real people. i got the funds so i send a few payments for pictures and eventually she brings up a threesome. she’s got a friend or coworker idk how whores live, but yeah sure fuck it i’ve never had one so i send another payment. i ask her if she does drugs she says she doesn’t even smoke weed. tells me they both like white wine so now i’m itching to make a store run. we settle for tomorrow night meet and fuck all night and i feel some sick sense of happiness. i have completely lost myself in my insanity and i don’t remember who i am. i’m going forward with this because i’m 36 and i don’t know what i’m doing with my life. two strangers in my house what could go wrong. does it make me feel like a gentleman that i took out the trash and poured out my piss bottles? i don’t want to ruin my streak so i decide to stay up another day without food. just gonna order the wine i don’t feel stable enough to kill someone on the road while trying to buy market wine for whores i chat with on my laptop. i’ve spent $700 on the Whore Package as i call it so, im in this. “i just want some company” i say out loud to myself in an empty home, bottle in my hand and a stench from my throat.

[brunt-f-c-a]

I know it seems too early for another fucking rant especially about the same god damned person but I'm at my wits end today

Today is his birthday and he wanted me to drink with him. So far I have drunk twice while here and both times ended up very bad usually because of something him or his husband did. But I'm like fine. So I been drinking since the moment I woke up. And it was fine. Are four slices of icecream cake, read a bunch of astrology charts and vowed to fuck his friend clevens. And then he's like "wanna go listen to music in the car" and I'm like sure but leave the keys inside so we can't get in trouble for anything. And on the way out he slipped on a fucking beer can because he never cleans his mess and I'm drunk and slow and his dog made a beeline down the street. Now he's freaking out. And this is part of why I'm mad. Because I'm so fucking sick of having to be the one to keep my fucking head on when everything goes to shit because of someone else when I'm supposed to be having a good time. So I say let's walk down the road and see if we.find her. We don't. So I suggest we either go home and wait or we go get his neighbors who would have been more than ready to help. He suddenly turns around and says he's done looking and when I ask what's going on he says he's getting n the car so I think we're just going to relax and collect ourselves so I grab the beer, get in the car, again I'm drunk AF. And he suddenly cranks it and peels out with me in it. Next thing you know we're in a ditch and we've run over a fucking stop sign. Then and only then did he do what I suggested I'm the first place and call his neighbors. But instead of a simple search now both neighbors are involved and they have to drive us home and pull the car out the ditch before someone calls the cops. Note he just finished court ordered classes so his license didn't get revoked for a dui

It's like the time on my birthday when. I just wanted the kitchen to myself to bake and relax and my dad insisted on barbecue and sent me to fucking Walmart knowing I hate Walmart and I'm fucking autistic only for my sister to break her finger in the car door and my dad to spend the entire day angry and bitching and I'm fucking crying

Or the time my sister got a whole cruise for her birthday and for mine I got a lava lamp and my grampa died and I had to spend 3 days in the hospital for my mom and all I got was a "you're so brave".

Or the time my dad didn't even show up for my graduation

Or the time everyone decided to have a party at my house and I ended up having to party nurse for everyone there and continued to have to do that for every party after.

Or the Christmas I was supposed to spend with my sister only to be left at my fucking work place until one of my coworkers took pity on me and drove me home because she was late.

Good fucking gods I just don't fucking matter and I'm only here to parent and please everyone else and that's how it has always been and I'm probably going to die and have to plan my own funeral from the grave

#I'm either going to kill myself or start my villain arch

[heliads]

Hello!!!! How are you?! I just wanted to say that tasm Peter Parker x avenger! Reader is everything !!!!🥰🥰🥰🥰 can I request some more? Maybe one were the reader is Thor and Loki’s younger sister!!! You decide the plot!!!!! Love you!!!!♥️♥️♥️♥️

love you too babe

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It is a normal New York midmorning, and you are searching for a man dressed in a red and blue suit. Spider-Man’s been spotted yet again, and even though you’re not sure that he poses a threat to any of your coworkers other than the constant pushing of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s buttons, the Avengers have still been ordered to find him, and that includes you.

Honestly, you don’t get why everyone can’t just leave him be. Spider-Man’s helping rid the city of criminals, which is obviously in line with the Avengers’ goals, yet every time you bring this up you get the same ‘Don’t ask us unreasonable questions, young lady’ speech. This by itself is unreasonable, as you’ve got a solid several thousand years over even the most tenured agent. No one cares much for the technicalities of Norse immortality, though, which is a shame. Unfortunate, certainly, but not surprising.

You’re here now, though, and that’s what counts to the rest. Even though they might not see the youngest daughter of Odin for her two older brothers, even if they may raise their brows and shake their heads at the possibility that they may not always be right, you’re still here, putting in the time. They can’t fault you for that.

You do pity this Spider-Man, though. Judging by the first few news reports, which have just started trickling in, he wasn’t doing anything more than trying to help with a recent string of aggressive car robberies. Some group of two or three guys have been terrorizing the area, and judging by the aggrieved men stuck to the walls of a nearby alleyway with far more spiderweb than you were expecting, Spider-Man got the job done.

The Avengers have arrived on the scene just a matter of moments after the robbers were taken down. The goal is to bring the Spider-Man into custody long enough to decide if he’s a threat or just another one in a long string of vigilantes who all seem to call New York City home. You’re not sure that Spider-Man’s really all that different from the Avengers; he has their same passion for saving people who will then spit in his face, but rules are rules, and even primordial goddesses such as yourself have to follow them.

Natasha Romanoff is the first on the scene, already beginning to scan the nearby streets for some kind of escapee. “Everybody, keep your eyes peeled for any signs of trouble. He couldn’t be more than a block or so away, according to the nearby security cams. We’re not looking for a confrontation, just a chance for a better conversation.”

It’s nonsense, and everyone knows it. You don’t just bring in an inhuman for nothing, there’s always a fight. True to your point, you’ve scarcely taken a step away from the group of Avengers before your brothers start to follow you. You get lectures from both S.H.I.E.L.D. and the gods, lucky you.

Thor is the first one to speak, as always. “Be careful, Y/N. We do not know what this Spider-Man is up to, and I do not want to see you hurt.”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes. “I’ve been doing this a while, Thor. I’ll be fine.”

Thor frowns. “All the same, sister. Stay alert.”

Loki just smirks. “I think Thor means that reporting your spider-based death to the Allfather would be messy. Try to save that from us, alright?”

You laugh. “Sounds good to me. See you once we find this guy.”

Thor presses his lips together, the perfect picture of the perfect eldest son, but Loki waves a casual goodbye. Loki has always been closer to you, maybe because you were one of the only ones in all of Asgard who trusted him as if he really was your brother or maybe because your gifts were so similar, both forms of magic. You’re the goddess of life, of healing, and you certainly spent your share of the centuries with your dark-haired brother learning everything you could about magic.

Regardless of the reason, you’re more than happy for Loki’s diversion. If left unchecked, Thor has been known to spout off sayings for the better part of an hour, and you have no problem with getting to skip that bit.

Besides, you have a so-called criminal to find. The other Avengers are looking for a masked villain masquerading as a neighbourhood hero, scanning dark alleyways and other hiding spots. They’re looking for someone who will fit their expectations, which is their problem. If you only look for a monster, you’ll only check under the bed. Spider-Man has no reason to follow their beliefs, so he won’t be where they’re expecting.

Instead, you look towards the crowded streets, the brightly lit shops lining the avenues. You let yourself blend into the throngs of people, another girl out and about in the best city around. After a moment, you let yourself bump into a boy next to you, one whose face appears to be about your age were it not for the fact that you’ve got thousands of years on anyone here.

He reacts a little too sharply to your stumble, as if he had been able to sense it coming for a while. What’s more, there’s a bruise already starting to form on his hand. Coincidentally, you remember seeing Spider-Man get hit by a chunk of rubble when he was fighting the robbers, and the injuries match up between this boy and that hero. Your powers tell you that the wound is recent, his blood cells just starting to fight infection. He’s also clutching a backpack rather tightly, and you suspect that if you were to open it, you’d find a red and blue suit hastily shoved inside.

The boy doesn’t know you’re looking for him, though, so he just smiles an awkward apology and starts to drift off into the crowds. Before he can move too quickly away, you loop your arm through his as if you’re nothing but the best of friends and whisper something only he can hear.

“The Avengers are out looking for you, Spider-Man. I’d suggest you get away as fast as you can.”

The boy’s eyes dart back to you again, and although he does his best to pretend he has no idea what you’re talking about, the stiffness of his shoulders ruins any possibility of an alibi.

“I know who you are,” he says, “I’ve seen you on the news. You’re Y/N Odinsdottir.”

You incline your head once. “Excellent observation. You’re Spider-Man, although I’m afraid I don’t have any other name to go along with it.”

The boy swallows audibly. “Are you going to take me back to S.H.I.E.L.D.? Because if you are, I need to tell you that it’s a really bad idea. I am prepared to fight, and you seem nice so far, so I’d really rather not mess this up so fast.”

You laugh. “I’m not going to turn you in.”

Spider-Man frowns. Evidently he hadn’t expected this. “Why not?”

You shrug. “I don’t think they’re right to assume you’re going to hurt anyone. They’ve been pretty quiet about what they want with you, but I’ve seen enough centuries to realize that nothing good ever comes of situations like this. You’ve got a good heart, I can practically hear it from the beat of it in your chest. I don’t think S.H.I.E.L.D.’s love of control is worth taking you out of the game.”

Spider-Man blows out a low breath. “So you’ve been thinking about this. Thanks, I guess. Won’t they suspect that you had something to do with this?”

You smile, although the expression is no longer pleasant but strained. “No one here thinks of me as anything more than another child of Odin, albeit less useful than Thor or Loki. They see a healer, not someone who would hurt them. They’ll chalk it up to a loose end on their part, and keep on looking past me.”

Spider-Man shakes his head. “That’s their loss. I have a feeling that there’s more to you than meets the eye.”

“You’re just saying that because I was the first one to find you,” you say, surprised at how disappointed you are at this truth.

Peter looks over at you, and you can’t help but notice the conviction in his gaze. “That’s not the only reason. I mean, you’re a goddess, right? I’m assuming you can do more than just set a bone. Looks like I’m not the only one who’s got a secret.”

This intrigues you. None of the other Avengers have asked these sorts of questions, but he has.

“You’re right, I can do more. I can heal, and I can take away. I can stop your heart right now, or make it beat so fast it would burst in your chest. If I tried, I could make anyone a superhero. I could change their muscles to be stronger than any human. It would also mean giving up the last bit of anonymity I have, and I trust that you know how important it is to lay low when necessary.”

You and Spider-Man round a corner, heading down another block. You’re headed further and further away from the search radius the Avengers had set forth, and because this means your conversation with Spider-Man will have to come to an end in the near future, you’re strangely saddened by it. Maybe it’s nice to talk to someone who really wants to get to know you, who sees more than a title and a family heritage when they look at you. You don’t even know this boy’s name, but you know that you’d follow him home if he gave you the chance.

Spider-Man peeks around him surreptitiously, then whispers to you with more urgency, as if he can read your mind. “Look, I don’t know what you wanted from this whole conversation. You could have just meant this as a warning, but I kind of want it to be more. I’m doing patrols tomorrow night around midnight, okay? Meet me on the roof of the church near the Rockefeller, you’ll know the one. I’ll be waiting for you.”

You can practically hear the synapses firing in his mind as he plans it out. He really thinks this could work. It’s a shame that you’ll have to be the one to drag him back down to earth.

“It’s a kind offer, but I’m not the kind of person you want to be around. Trust me on that.”

Spider-Man rakes a hand through his hair, the same kind of look you’ve seen on reckless gamblers and hell-raising soldiers alike. “I know this probably won’t work out. I mean, you’re a goddess and I’m swinging off of buildings every night, but still. What’s the worst that could happen?”

His optimism is getting to you, you have to admit it. This is why you like spending time with the mortals of this city. It gets you thinking about what it’s like to truly live instead of just letting the centuries pass by you without pause.

“I’ve tried things like this before, you know. Once, I found someone who meant the world to me, and I went back to Asgard to convince my father to let them stay immortal forever so we’d never have to be separated. I intended to stay only a few minutes, but then when I came back, their grandchildren were being lowered into the earth.”

Spider-Man’s expression is heartbreaking, literally. You could use the sheer pain in his expression to tear someone’s chest cavity in two.

“Point is, Spider-Man, you’re not going to like how this lasts. Do yourself a favor, forget we ever met. History doesn’t look kindly on those who don’t learn from it.”

You go to disappear into the crowd, but this time Spider-Man is the one entwining your hand in his, pulling you back to him. “I’m different, though. I swear it. I don’t want to be immortal, I don’t want you to leave. I think that you’re one of the only people here who actually thinks like me, who believes there’s a future for this place outside of endless fighting. Don’t you want to see if it lasts?”

You should go now. You’ve seen your fair share of pretty boys with prettier smiles, who promise you the world as if you haven’t already seen thousands of galaxies live and die before your own eyes. True to Spider-Man’s word, though, you think he’s right. This is different. He actually means what he says, and he doesn’t just say it to get you to stay the night with him. You didn’t think there were people left in this century who were legitimately good, but it looks like Spider-Man just proved you wrong.

So, you smile back at him, and let yourself stay. “Alright, Spider-Man. Sounds like a plan to me.”

His grin is electric, all skipped heartbeats and rushes of serotonin to the head. “Really? Uh, I mean, really, it’ll be great. See you then.”

This is the part where you part ways, and after a couple far-too-casual waves, he goes right and you go left, both leaving with far more hope than when you’d first left. You only go a few paces, though, before there’s a tap on your shoulder as Spider-Man jogs back to you.

“Wait, I forgot. Things seem to go wrong here all the time, so I figure I should give you my phone number.”

He starts to scrawl something on a faded Post-It note, but you interrupt him and just hand him your phone. You watch the cute furrow between his brows as he carefully types his number in, then hand it back to you.

You frown at the contact entry in your phone. “Peter Parker?”

Spider-Man, or Peter, beams at you. “I figure it would be easier than you just calling me my codename all the time. I’m perfectly fine with baring my soul to you, so this works out.”

He turns to go again, leaving you to type out a quick text to him so he has your number as well. You watch him go as long as you can, smiling a silly smile to yourself that you’ve only really seen on the faces of delighted mortals. You didn’t think you’d find someone to make you feel like that, especially not after such a short conversation, but you suppose that the heart works in finicky ways. You’ve had your millennia of making it beat to know that for yourself.

Thor and Loki are waiting for you when you finally circle back to the other Avengers, who are shaking their heads after a fruitless search.

Thor immediately starts talking about how he can’t believe this Spider-Guy could get away when everyone was looking for him. Loki rolls his eyes at Thor’s complaining, an expression you’ve seen many times before, although he pauses briefly to shoot a curious glance at you.

“You were gone for a while,” he says, “Manage to find anything?”

You shake your head. “Nothing at all. Guess it’ll be another day with that Spider-Man on the loose.”

For them, that is. You have a rooftop date coming up, and you can’t wait to see him again.

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[wheelsup]

okay but can you imagine spencer washing your hair for you?

like, i never (ever) let anyone (at all) touch my hair, but i feel like he'd be really gentle about it, and there is just something so soft and tender to me about the idea of washing someone's hair for them 🥺

that’s my dream <3 ik you didnt specifically ask for a blurb but i think about this very often. i wrote two versions of this, but this one (with two bickering best friends who are v much in love) won my heart. 

wc: 1.6k   contains: friends (to crushes, maybe ;) ), injured reader. gn!reader

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“Spence, I promise you that I can do it by myself,” you huffed, attempting to yank off your tank top as you walked toward the hotel bathroom, using only one arm while trying to keep the other as still as possible.

“I’d be more inclined to believe you if you didn’t sound like you were going to cry,” he snickered, following hot on your trail as you tried to escape his hovering. 

“You’re being dramatic.” 

“Oh really? Lift your arm up, then.” He leaned his hip against the marble counter, crossing his arms over his chest as he waited for you to do it. One obnoxiously smug eyebrow arched on his forehead.

Sometime during the case, you’d gotten into a brief tousle with a suspect, who just had to run away when approached. If Morgan had been there, you wouldn’t have even batted a lash, but he wasn’t. So not only had you detained him by yourself, you also wound up with a minor pulled muscle in your shoulder. 

You shot him a sarcastic smile, toothless and irritated, and raised your right arm into the air. He let out an airy scoff. 

“Other one, smart ass.”

Your arm dropped down to your side, your smile falling with it as you turned sharply towards the shower. 

“Look, I’m disgusting right now. So either I suck it up and shower, or you’re going to smell me until the day we solve this case.”

Spencer’s nose crinkled at the gross truth. He wasn’t ungentlemanly enough to tell you, but sharing a bed with a coworker was quite a quick way to discover if they were in need of a shower or not. Your shoulder might be out of service, but both of you could agree that hygiene was a bigger priority. 

“You can’t even move. Just… just let me help you.”

You snorted. “Nice try, Reid. I’m not letting you shower with me.”

He rolled his eyes at your use of his last name. You only called him that when you were annoyed with him. He pushed off the counter and turned to the wall, hitting the light switch and earning a shriek from you as the room suddenly went dark. 

“I won’t look,” he shrugged, amusing no one but himself. 

“You’re a clown, you know that?” you muttered under your breath, drawing back the shower curtain and fumbling around, searching for the knobs in pitch black. “Absolutely fucking theatrical.” 

You found them moments later and ran the water, testing the temperature on the back of your hand. By the time it went from cold to warm, you noticed that he still hadn’t moved. From the sliver of light peeking under the door, you could make out just his silhouette in the corner, perched on the vanity. 

He was being stubborn about this. That, and the comforting fact that you couldn’t see a single thing –– thankfully, not even his face –– wore you down.

“Close your eyes,” you murmured. 

“It’s already pitch black in here ––”

“Close your eyes, Reid.”

Sighing through his nose, he did just that. To make sure you knew it, and also maybe just to be annoying, he made a show of getting off the counter and turning himself around to face the wall. You peeled out of your clothes as quickly as you could. In the process, you caught the long shower curtain under the heel of your foot and, as you stumbled over it, accidentally dragged it along, sending the metal curtain hooks screeching as they slid along the bar.  

The second you found your ground, you immediately shot daggers into the back of Spencer’s head, waiting for him to make a joke. As if he could feel them, he bit back his quip. Not without letting a barely contained cackle slip under his breath. 

“Okay,” you warned, stepping into the shower. Grabbing the end of the shower curtain, you pulled it tightly over your body to cover yourself as you poked your chin out to talk to him. “I’m in.”

Spencer turned and approached the shower, eyes still shut with his hands out in front of him, feeling the walls for guidance. He was still mocking you for making him close his eyes. You raised your brows; he must’ve thought he was quite funny. 

“You look like Velma when she loses her glasses.”

That knocked the funny bone right out of him. His hands dropped to his sides.

“Just get your hair wet and hand me the shampoo.” 

You drew the curtain shut again as you dipped your head under the shower stream, coming back moments later with sopping wet hair and a little bottle of complimentary hotel shampoo. 

He let you sit on the floor of the bathtub, just slightly removed from the spray of the water. Your back was to him, as he kneeled down on the tile floor, just outside of the bathtub so he didn’t have to get wet. You bent your knees to your chest, resting your chin on them.

Spencer first pushed up the sleeves of his sweater as far as he could before deciding to remove it altogether for the sake of protecting the wool against stray water. The cuffs of his work shirt were unbuttoned and rolled up to his elbows as he got to work.

Taking a healthy quarter-sized amount of shampoo into his palm, he lathered it between his hands before running soapy fingers through your scalp. The pads of his fingertips softly dug in as he carefully massaged the shampoo in.

When he started working his fingers in patterns, putting pressure near your temples and increasing it as he dragged them up the curve of your scalp, you let your eyes close. He was getting rid of a headache you didn’t even realize you had. 

The tension you’d been carrying in your shoulders eased a little, and it made him think about how much you probably needed this. One of his hands came down to massage the muscle between your neck and your good shoulder, knowing it was best to just let the hot water do its magic on the bad one. 

When the shampoo had been sufficiently lathered, he stood up and detached the shower head, bringing it down to you so you didn’t have to move. You leaned your head back for him as he carefully rinsed the soap out.

You weren’t going to ask, but thank God Spencer told you to hand him the conditioner next. This, he slathered all over the ends of your hair, making sure all of it was sufficiently covered in conditioner before loosely twisting it into a low, makeshift pony for you. 

“Mm. I was about to ask how you’re so good at haircare,” you chuckled lowly to yourself, in a half-sleepy voice with your forehead resting on your knees. Dangerously close to falling asleep. “Then I remembered what you used to look like.”

You had a lazy smile on your face just thinking about the days where Spencer’s hair used to be down to his shoulders. He looked so pretty like that (not that he didn’t look pretty now, too), you always wondered why he got rid of it. 

“Remember when I got shot in the knee?” he hummed, returning to work your shoulder. He adorned a tiny smile of his own as he started to reminisce. “You came by my house at least once a week. Brought me meals, watched movies with me. Helped distract me from the pain. Even drove me to my physical therapy appointments.” 

You mm-hmm’d that you remembered.

“You pretty much did everything shy of helping me bathe. Though, I feel like you would’ve helped with that, too, if I asked.”

You both laughed at that. You hadn’t really noticed the parallels of your situation, being injured and needing his help for once. He was happy to repay the favor. 

“I’ll, uh. Let you wash your body yourself,” he said, coming out of his daydream for a moment. He rinsed his hands off and got up, patting down his wet hands on his trousers. With one nod from you to confirm that you’d be able to do it, he quickly exited the bathroom to give you privacy. 

You emerged seventeen minutes later, clad in pajamas with towel-dried hair. Spencer was still awake as you crawled onto the bed beside him, more than ready for bed after that. He looked to the side to ask you how the rest of your shower was, and before he could get it out, you shuffled up next to him, winding one arm around his and resting your head on his chest.

“I take it you had a good shower?” he laughed. This was one of his “I told you so” moments, and for once, you didn’t mind it. 

“Mhm,” you smiled, chuckling behind it as you shut your eyes. You were falling asleep fast. “Spence, the scalp massage…” 

“Was good, right?” he boasted, inflating his own ego a bit. 

You nodded against his shoulder, not caring if you helped blow up his ego another two sizes. Burrowing deeper into the covers, nestling tighter against Spencer, you got one more quip in before falling asleep. “S’good that I think I have a crush on you now.” 

Joke or not, he pulled the blanket higher until it reached your chin, holding you with both arms and kissing the top of your head before falling asleep himself.

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Naive (1)

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Pairing: demon!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: Of all the humans Wanda has met, you’re suddenly her favorite.

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, dark!fic, demon things™️ (be warned that this shit will get much darker in the future), subtle hand kink (don’t @ me)

A/N: special shoutout to the anon that inspired this fic series, I hope you enjoy this weird combo of AOU x IW Wanda. also if you have any previous knowledge of demons, throw it out the window before you read this because I guarantee that things will not add up here lmao

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Wanda’s favorite thing about interacting with humans is her effect on them.

Walking through a crowd is fine. She’ll brush a few shoulders and rattle a few unsuspecting adults, flash solid black eyes at kids that either stare or scream. It’s temporary and brings a bit of fun to an otherwise dull day.

The real joy comes from direct contact. Wanda travels miles away from her apartment building, choosing different stores, restaurants and cafés just to keep things interesting. A new cashier each time. She’ll have an air of friendliness about her that isn’t exactly fake; she finds most humans to be charming, despite their fragile minds.

“Will that be all?” Roy--according to his name tag--asks with a grin and Wanda nods in response. “Okay, your total is $21.14. You can just swipe or insert your card in the machine there.”

Wanda inserts her card carefully, complimenting the decor as she waits for the transaction to be completed. After returning it to her wallet, she flashes a soft smile at Roy as he hands her the receipt, purposefully brushing her fingers with his. As his skin makes contact with one of her rings, she notices the goosebumps rising along his arm and hears his breathing pattern change.

“Roy? Everything alright?”

She hears the concerned voice of a coworker as she makes her way to a table to wait for her meal, already seated by the time Roy coughs in an effort to collect himself.

“Yeah, just feeling off I guess. I’ll be fine.”

A chuckle falls from her lips as she watches the poor cashier attempt to return to his previous state of mind, finding the urge to smile and wave when his eyes cut over to her. His voice trembles when he calls her name and he stands as far away as possible when she approaches the counter to grab her order.

“Thanks for everything, Roy.”

Sensing that he’s startled enough without it, she keeps her other tricks hidden in her sleeves and simply walks away, holding her laughter until the doors close behind her. A good meal with a side of human interaction, her absolute favorite.

-

The next day brings Wanda to a bookstore around lunchtime. She takes a minute to browse the aisles, taking an exceptionally long time lingering in the section harboring books on angels and demons. The stereotypes amuse more than upset her like they used to in the beginning.

“Is there anything I can help you with?”

Wanda turns to make eye contact with the employee behind her, about to ask a question for the fun of it when a laugh catches her attention. Her gaze redirects to the café counter straight ahead, and a warm feeling washes over her when she hears the laugh again.

You’re genuinely entertained by the elderly woman purchasing a bagel with exact change, and Wanda manages to catch the end of the conversation as she draws near.

“Safe to say, I haven’t worn the blouse since that day.” She bids you farewell with her bagel and receipt in hand, eyes twinkling as she observes Wanda on her way past. “You have such bright and beautiful hair, dear.”

“Thank you,” Wanda responds with sincerity, attention locked on you while approaching the counter. “Hi.”

“Hey,” you greet her with a voice much calmer than the one you use with most of your other customers. “What can I get you today?”

You watch the orange haired woman turn her head to study the items behind the glass, taking the time to do your own inspection. You admire the dark red jacket that covers most of her torso, gaze lingering on the multiple rings hugging her fingers that seem to be smoothing nonexistent wrinkles in her dress, almost in a nervous fashion. It brought you a bit of comfort, assuming that she was affected in the same way.

“What do you recommend?”

“Oh, well…” You walk over to open the glass case from your side of the counter, naming each item as you grab it. “I usually have this pretzel that’s stuffed with spinach and cheese and this brownie. I can heat both of them for you, if you’d like.”

“I would love that,” Wanda responds in a grateful tone, placing a bottle of water on the counter after taking it from the fridge. “And I’ll also have one of these incredibly overpriced waters.”

You begin her order with a laugh, and she watches you ring everything up with the speed and expertise of a seasoned employee, wondering how she’d gone this long without running into you. The total price is brought to the digital screen just before her card is inserted, and she takes the time to quickly slip her rings into her pockets while you’re taking the pretzel and brownie over to the miniature oven. The last thing she wants to do is scramble your brain before she even gets the chance to explore it.

“Here’s your receipt,” you announce while giving Wanda the slip of paper, your eyes lingering on her hand for a moment before looking at her again. “Your food should be ready soon.”

“Okay, thank you…” Her sentence trails off as she searches for your name, the letters rolling off her tongue with ease when she finally locates it on the apron covering your chest.

“You’re welcome…” You trail off in the same fashion and she catches on quickly.

“Wanda.”

“You’re welcome, Wanda,” you repeat as you hand her the water bottle before she can walk away.

Less than two minutes later, you approach the table she’s taken over with two small ceramic plates and a sheepish grin.

“I should’ve asked if you were going to stay a while, but I can grab some bags if you need to go.”

Wanda shakes her head with a laugh as she takes them from you, startling you when she doesn’t react to the excessive heat radiating from the dishes.

“This is perfect.”

She takes her time with eating, and your attention is drawn to her between customers, grateful that she’s too busy with her phone to notice your stares. On the other hand, Wanda’s mind is filled with thoughts of you. What you look like when you think she can’t see you glancing over, what you smelled like when you were close. The nerves, the kindness, the desire to learn her name despite her being just another customer to you. She knows that you noticed her missing rings, but she’s already prepared with a cover story. A two minute conversation has her dying to pick your brain more, learn your habits and become more familiar with your body, beyond a simple brush of your fingertips. She already wants you to herself, just the way you came, without her interference for now; that’ll come later.

A good meal with a side of human interaction, her absolute favorite.

-

Despite Wanda leaving an hour before your shift ended, she lingers in your thoughts on the bus ride and walk home. You find yourself recalling her kind smile, fidgeting fingers and the scent of her perfume when she passed you on her way out, and you’re so deep in your memories that you end up colliding with your apartment door.

“That’s not going to get you inside any faster, dear.”

Your cheeks burn as you face Ruth for the second time today, the first time being earlier when you sold her a bagel.

“I know, Ruthie,” you respond sheepishly as you pull your keys from your pocket. “Is everything okay? You’re usually in bed watching a cowboy show by now.”

“I’ve been waiting for you to come home so I could talk to you.” She checks to see if the hallway is empty before opening her door and waving you over. “Come on, quickly.”

You scurry into the apartment behind her, taking in the scene before you while she locks the door. Having visited her before, you know she keeps the television at a higher volume, but it seems louder than normal.

“I know I might seem like I’ve lost my marbles, but I wanted to warn you about that woman you saw today....The one with the bright hair.”

“You mean Wanda?” you question, eyes widening when she nods. “Warn me about what?”

“There’s something off about that Wanda, if that even is her real name.” She snatches her arm out of her robe and brings it closer for you to see. “I’ve had these chills since I brushed against her earlier. Something’s not right with her. How do you even know her name? I’ve never seen her before.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” you assure her as you help her slip her arm back in the sleeve. “I only know her name because we were having a friendly conversation and she used mine. I was just being polite to someone I’ll probably never even see again.”

“Just be careful,” she pleads as you head toward her door again, and you offer your best attempt at a relaxed smile.

“I’ll be fine, Ruthie. Get some rest, okay?”

You hear her lock the door behind you as you make your way back to your own apartment, rushing through the process of unlocking the door and securing it once you’re inside. As much as you don’t want to let Ruth get you worked up over a stranger, you can’t help thinking about the odd little things you noticed earlier. 

It isn’t unusual for someone to linger after buying food or drinks from your counter, whether they have homework or even just a phone to keep them busy. Wanda seemed to be waiting for someone the entire time, and you remember hoping that she wasn’t on a date, despite not wanting her to be stood up. But she simply slid her phone in her pocket and departed with a friendly wave as if nothing had happened.

You especially remember her waving at you with those ringless fingers, and wondering silently where the intricate jewelry had disappeared to. Obviously you just assumed that the rings were tucked away on her person and not dumped in the trash, but she doesn’t seem like the type of person to give up on her accessories in the middle of the day. Part of you--a part that you didn’t dare to address--wondered if she’d emptied her hands to send you a subtle sign. No, that can’t possibly be it.

Sleeping proves to be difficult with so many unanswered questions floating about, but you eventually give into the act. A few hours later, you peel open your eyes when you think you hear something in the room. The digital clock that sits on your bedside and serves as an alarm and occasional radio reads 3:34am, and you’re just about to close your eyes again when you hear another sound. You raise your head to turn toward your closet, and a scream is trapped in your throat as you catch sight of a figure in the shadows.

The next time you wake, the sun is out and your alarm is blaring on the nightstand beside you. Your gaze flickers over to the closet as you reach out to silence it, your heartbeat dropping slightly when you don’t see anything other than clothes. Deciding that you must’ve been dreaming, you shake away the fearful thoughts and head to the bathroom to start getting ready for another day of work.

The only thing you haven’t decided on yet is whether you want to see Wanda again.

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[ysljoon]

Personal Business|CEO!Jeon Jungkook x Assistant Reader

This fanfic is mature so please avoid if you are not 18+ this is also a yandere fic so there are sensitive topics. 

Warnings: Yandere themes, noncon sex, public sex, crying, fingering (f receiving), dirty talk (jungkook has a filthy mouth christ), creampie, assault?

Being the personal assistant to Jeon Jungkook definitely has been a rollercoaster of experiences, but after working with him for about 2 years now you’ve gotten used to his erratic behavior such as mood swings and unreasonable demands. Everyone in the workplace has admired how long you’ve stuck around, but the paycheck you receive every two weeks is too pretty to pass up. You saw the listing for the job on a job search website and the pay per hour almost had you pass out, but once you came into the office you realized you were getting paid so generously almost as a test to see if the money could keep you around and it sure has.

Today Jungkook was in an extra gruff mood for the day because he had plenty of meetings to go through and not enough time for proper breaks and that’s the least ideal day for him. He loves breaks as much as any other person, but just tenfold. Everyone in the office is allowed a 45 minute lunch break, but since Jungkook is the CEO he will disappear on 2 hour breaks and not a single person knows where he goes. Not even you and people don’t understand how since you’re practically his right hand. You pay no mind to his whereabouts since it doesn’t affect and busy yourself with whatever tasks Jungkook left for you to do. Today he left no tasks for you since he’s been cooped up in his office occupied with other business officials. You haven’t been able to meet with him to get a briefing for the day so now you’re talking with Taehyung at his cubicle while you share a small pizza he ordered for lunch.

“Taehyung, I’m telling you right now there is no way that Joon and the receptionist don’t have something going on! They’re always eyeing each other up and Namjoon is always requesting for her to come to his office. It’s highly suspect.” You explained your reasoning to Taehyung exasperated and took another bite of your crust.

“Listen Y/N, all I’m saying is that it’s way too obvious for it to actually have any worth. Anyways you know how Mr. Jeon feels about workplace romance; he absolutely abhors the thought and would probably fire people on the spot if he ever found out.”

You continued to have your disagreement with Taehyung for a little while more, but what you didn’t realize was that Jungkook was done with his meeting a while ago and was watching you on his laptop through the camera system and was frowning deeply watching you fraternize with your coworker. He was tired of watching you practically throw yourself at Taehyung when you were his and only his. Jungkook got up from his desk and strode to Taehyung’s cubicle to stop this foolishness immediately.

“Mr. Kim, is there a reason why you are holding up my assistant from her work and why the expense report I asked you to do isn’t done?” Jungkook had a look on his face that he wanted to wring Taehyung’s neck and he was very close to, but he didn’t want to scare you off. He had to have you in his possession before he got rid of anybody that even tried to look in your direction so for right now this was his version of playing it cool.

“I-I’m very sorry sir it won’t happen again and I’ll get right to it!” Taehyung quickly turned to his computer and fervently typed in his password to get to work immediately. Jungkook then turned to you and grabbed you by the arm to drag you to his office. You were shocked and stunned by this action because sure he had talked to you roughly, but had never put his hands on you. He swiftly pulled you into his office and slammed the door. He even fully shut his blinds. This started to have you scared. He had this look in his eyes that made your body start to tremble. “S-sir I’m sorry for not working! I just wasn’t able to get the daily briefing for today so I tried my best to get work done. I had a lot of free time so I thought to spend it with Taehyung. I’m sorry if that was wasting company time you can deduct it from my pay!” You were heavily breathing by the time you were done with your panicked spiel. Jungkook chuckled at your anxiety and strode towards you till you were backed up into the wall and at this point you thought he could feel how fast your heart was beating in your chest.

“Darling, if you really want to make it up to me you can kiss me.” He purred in your ear and it sent sickening shivers up your spine. Your head started to spin when you felt him plant his lips on the column of your neck and work his way up to your jaw. You tried to shove him off, but naturally he was able to overpower you and he used his leg and chest to trap you between him and the wall.

“My dear Y/N, I hope you cooperate with me if you know what’s good for you.” He slyly grinned against your skin and started to passionately kiss you. To really show he was in charge he bit down on your bottom lip with force you have never felt before. It had you cry out in pain, but you were quickly silenced when you felt your boss reach under your skirt and start to trace circles against your cunt. He placed a hand against your mouth and gave you a threatening look you have never seen. It was so sinister it had you squirming away from his touch. You thought you could have gotten away but by the time you were able to slide past his body he was grabbing your wrist and slamming you down against his desk which sent things tumbling down to the floor.

“Jungkook, please stop, I'm so sorry!” You didn’t even realize you were bawling at this point, but he ignored your pleas and sobs and continued with his sinister acts. He grasped your wrists in one hand and with his other he slid your panties off and inserted a single long finger into your cunt. “Fuck baby, you’re so tight and wet for me.” He kept pumping his finger into you until he felt like he could insert another one into you. Once the second finger was deep in your hole Jungkook started to pick up the pace and you couldn’t even cry out to what he was doing to you. You felt numb and helpless and wanted him to stop, but your efforts were useless.

“Kitten, I want to hear you. I want to hear how good I make you fucking feel. I want to see you get dumb on my fucking fingers and cock that you don’t even know what to do with yourself. I want you to beg to have your dirty cunt stretched out.” Hearing your boss talk to you like this makes you speechless, but you listen to him because you don’t know what other worse things he can do to you. You let your body succumb to what he’s doing and you let out small moans and whimpers and this makes him let out his own grunts and groans in response. Before you can assess what’s happening when you feel his fingers slip out of your soaked pussy, Jungkook is shoving his cock balls deep into you and you gasp for air feeling the heavy pressure between your legs. He doesn’t give you any time to adjust and starts to pound into you. You cry out in both pain and pleasure from hearing skin slap against skin. You feel close to an orgasm and tears are rolling down your cheeks from desperation. “Sir please let me cum! I need to cum so bad! Please let me cum all over your cock.” You can’t even process the words you’re saying, you just want to have your release so badly. Jungkook slaps your ass and groans a ‘fuck yes baby’ and just seconds after that action you’re creaming on his thick cock. You feel your walls pulse around your boss and this brings him close to the edge and he’s losing control over himself. He starts to wild slam into your cunt and after a few more pumps he’s spilling his cum into you and you feel delirious from everything that had just happened. You hear him adjusting himself behind you, but you can’t bring yourself to even move at the moment. You hear his steps come close to you and you just lie there motionless while you wait for him to speak. “I can’t wait to bring you home with me princess.” After that sentence all you can recall is a blunt object coming in contact with your skull and nothing else.

Notes: thank you so much for reading I’ve been on a pretty solid hiatus and will crosspost what I have written on AO3 on to here too because I have some fics there that I haven’t posted on to Tumblr! If you enjoyed please like and reblog it really helps and you can also give me a Kofi.

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