#i think that would have helped release the tension building in their relationship more than the ending did

[xxxdreamscapexxx]

I love taming you

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Word count: 15.2k

Summary: It had been a few weeks since your girlfriend discovered your notebook and found out how badly you wanted to be under her control. But being an impatient girl makes it hard for you to follow her rules. So she just has to teach you. No matter how long it takes her. This is a continuation of "Unspoken desires" (i'll leave a link for that fic below), but can be read separately. It explores a lot of different aspects of anal play, which is something that I have wanted to write about for a while. After a conversation with a friend of mine, it really inspired me to write this fic and I hope all of you will enjoy it.

Warning: NSFW, 18+, lesbian relationship, masturbation, edging, denial, orgasm control, teasing, oral, fingering, finger sucking, anal play, anal fingering, use of butt plug, strap-on use, semi-public sex, Mommy!Kink, top!Wanda, Bottom!Reader

Masterlist with all my works. "Unspoken desires''

It had been a couple of weeks since your girlfriend first discovered your notebook, filled with your secret fantasies, and despite your expectations, things had gotten even better. Wanda gave you everything you wanted and so much more. The story was just the beginning and it unlocked something inside her. Something she kept hidden all this time, but was so happy to finally share with you.

What she didn’t know is that it unleashed something inside you too. Suddenly, her touch was everything you thought about, evenings with her were everything you looked forward to, each scorching night of passion making you crave more and more. All her fiery touches, her passionate kisses, all the orgasms she brought you couldn’t quell this thirst inside you. You were insatiable.

That never-ending need, despite your best efforts, was exactly how you ended up in your office, with the blinds drawn and the door closed, while you touched yourself, seated behind your desk. You had been thinking of Wanda, of the way she had you on all fours last night, as she stuffed your pussy full of her strap and her cum and it left you so hungry for release that you couldn’t help yourself. You tried, of course, you argued with yourself that it was dangerous and foolish, that you might get caught, that it would disappoint your girlfriend, who gave you very clear instructions to never touch what’s hers… And your pussy was definitely hers. But no amount of shame or danger, not even the fear of Wanda’s wrath could stop you from unbuttoning your pants and pulling down the zipper, your hand sneaking under the waistband of your panties, so you could finally relieve the tension that you felt building since the moment you left your house.

It was quick, it was meant to be, just the tips of your fingers drawing circles over your clit, while the thoughts of Wanda filled your mind and turned the sparks of arousal into flames. It was nothing more than relief and as you came, stifling a small moan of pleasure, you hardly thought it would mean anything. You wouldn’t even tell her. Wanda didn’t need to know that despite the fact that she fucked you every night, you were such a needy slut that you couldn’t help yourself, even at work.

With that settled, you went back to your tasks, soon forgetting of the little incident and only remembering it briefly when you felt the wetness that now soaked your panties. Ugh, today was going to be a long day. But you’d be home to your girlfriend very soon and the thought of that gave you something to look forward to.

When the day was finally over and you walked into your home, you were greeted by the smell of freshly cooked pasta and the sight of Wanda setting the table. She wore your favourite pair of jeans and a simple white t-shirt, yet you couldn’t help but think that she was gorgeous and rush into her embrace.

“Hi, my darling.” She smiled sweetly, one of her hands resting softly between your shoulder blades, while the other pulled you by the waist so she could get you even closer. “Seems like someone missed me today.” She noted, when you hid your face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent and refusing to let her go.

“I really did.” You managed to admit, nuzzling into her even more, before you finally let her go.

“I missed you too, sweetheart.” She said, picking you up, before you could even realize what she was doing, and placing you on the counter, so she could stand between your open legs. “I missed you so much, that I’m thinking… Maybe I’ll let you have dessert before dinner.” She suggested, placing kisses on your neck and collarbones, innuendo dripping from her every word and lighting another fire at the pit of your stomach.

“That sounds amazing!” You smiled, leaning in to kiss her lips, while her hands roamed.

She pulled off your shirt first, tossing it aside, not even bothering with the buttons. She kissed her way down your body and your bra was next, just as easily discarded, in favour of her hands massaging your breasts. She kissed them softly, quickly making her way down. Your pants were her next target, so she could have you bare in front of her and you happily obliged, lifting yourself off the counter, so she could get rid of them. Wanda dragged down your panties in the same motion, wanting to be able to see you, to feel you with no barriers and the sight she was met with did not disappoint.

You were wet, soaked even and she barely did anything to earn it, making pride swell in her chest at being able to affect you so much.

“God, look at you!” She sighed, pulling you in another heated kiss and slipping her hand between your bodies, so she could run her fingers through your pussy and stroke your clit softly. “So wet for me already. I’ve barely touched you.” She mused.

She hadn’t really thought anything of it, she was elated to have you so needy for her, but the way your body tensed at her words made her pull away, her inquisitive, green eyes studying you curiously.

In all fairness, she probably would have let it go, not really thinking anything of it, but your guilty mind worked itself into a frenzy. Could she tell? Did she know? Would she find it in your mind? How does one hide such a thing from a telepathic witch?

Trying to stay calm, you only pulled her towards you, silently asking her permission for a kiss and she let you, exploring your mouth in slow, deep kisses, while she thought, her fingers finding their way between your folds again and gathering the slick there.

“Have you been naughty my darling?” She asked, when she pulled away, smirking knowingly. “Have you been thinking of Mommy today, hm?” Her voice was soft, her eyes still sparkling with amusement and pride as she continued to play with you, waiting for your answer.

“I didn’t mean to, Mommy…” You tried to defend, her expression helping you calm down from your panic. “I was just feeling so needy and I couldn’t help myself.” You practically whined, but Wanda only smiled more, her fingers focusing on your clit and providing some real stimulation against it.

“Yeah? You needed Mommy to make you feel good?” She asked with fake pity in her voice, her fingers moving lower and teasing your entrance.

“Yes, needed you. My fingers couldn’t make me feel the way you do.” You uttered, your head falling back in anticipation.

To your horror, her hand retracted, her expression turning cold and growing angrier, the more she realized that the two of you had been speaking of different things. She thought you were thinking of her, fantasizing about her… Not touching yourself. And the more she studied your face, the panic and guilt written all over it, the more she realized it was true and it made her blood boil. Hadn’t she made herself clear? Had you forgotten that she was the only one allowed to touch your desperate little pussy?

“When?” She almost growled with annoyance, stepping between your legs again and making you face her.

“During my lunch break.” You barely murmured trying to look away, but she stopped you, a hand taking hold of your chin and forcing you to look her in the eye. “Foolish girl… Do I not give you enough, huh?” She asked through gritted teeth. “No, Wanda, of course…” “That’s not my name.” She cut you off. “Try that again.” “No, Mommy… You give me more than enough.” You tried to plead with her, but it was in vain. Your fate was already sealed. “So why?” She asked, seething. “You really couldn’t wait a few more hours? Or did I leave you needy this morning?” Her head tilted, her eyes narrowing in search of an answer that never came. “I think… You’re just impatient.” She decided, reigning in her anger at your transgression. “But don’t worry… Mommy will teach you.” She promised with new determination. “Now, hop off and put your clothes back on. You’ll get your punishment soon enough, but we’ll have dinner first.” She announced unceremoniously, helping you get off the counter and watching you dress yourself.

While you pulled your panties back on, you winced a little at the wet material, but had the good sense not to say anything, especially after the glare you got in return.

The dinner went just as silently. You tried to compliment her food and to thank her for making you dinner, but her monotone response was clear enough to stop you from trying to press further, so you just ate your food.

After helping her clean up, she had calmed a little and she even pulled you closer to her body again, removing a strand of hair from your face and stroking your cheek gently with her thumb to help you feel more at ease.

“You know why Mommy has to punish you, right baby?” Her gentle tone, almost startled you, her kind expression a stark contrast to her dark intentions towards you. “You need to learn to be patient.” She explained with a soft smile. “I won’t do it again, Mommy.” You tried to plead your case, but her smile only grew. “Let’s go upstairs, honey.” She said, guiding you upstairs, instead of addressing your little plea.

When you entered the bedroom, she had you take off her clothes, helping you strip her of everything she wore, before she made you undress as well, her piercing gaze zeroing in on the way your wetness stuck to the material of your panties as you pulled them off. You were drenched.

“I’m curious, darling… What do you think you deserve for touching what’s mine? What do you think I’ll do to you that’s gotten you even more excited?” She asked with a smirk. “I don’t know, Mommy.” “That’s a lie.” She chuckled darkly. “Try again.” “I… I think you’ll spank me.” You eventually admitted, stumbling over your words and your eyes falling to the floor.

Despite her disappointment in you, Wanda stepped closer, capturing your face with her hand and guiding you to look up at her. She kissed you gently, but fully, her eyes full of love and adoration for you as she guided you towards the bed and sat at the edge of it. She ran a single finger through your wetness, pulling a solitary moan from you, before she retracted, licking the digit clean and savouring your taste.

“The thought of getting spanked had you leaking like this?” She asked with a raised brow, not really expecting an answer from you. “Come lie across my lap, sweetheart. Let’s see how wet this cute little pussy will get, when I actually give you that spanking.” She patted her lap, signalling for you to do as you’re told.

You did without protest, trying to look back at her, once you had settled, but she quickly made you face the headboard.

“Eyes front, dear.” She reminded a little more sternly. “And try not to enjoy yourself too much.” She added with a light tone, her hand already kneading the flesh of your cheeks.

The first slap that landed on your ass was actually very soft. It had startled you, more than anything else, causing you to stiffen a little and making Wanda chuckle behind you. The next had a little more force behind it, making you moan as it reverberated within you. The third was the perfect combination of pain and pleasure and it pulled a needy whine from you, as you tried to hide just how much you enjoyed it, but it was already too late.

Wanda had been waiting for that exact reaction and she took a small break from your spanking to spread your cheeks and trace your entrance with her fingers. You were just as wet and growing wetter by the minute and she used this moment to tease you, before she returned to your spanking.

She switched between her merciless teasing and your “punishment”, knowing full well that this was actually indulging you, rather than teaching you a lesson, but she knew that it will serve its purpose too. She kept it up, until your cheeks had grown pink and you had started to chant her chosen title, while you bucked against her teasing fingers and your wetness had started to smear across her thighs as well. God, you looked so fuckable like this.

“I think that’s enough for now, little kitten.” She rasped, while her fingers retracted and she watched you fight the urge to buck against her thighs next, desperate for any stimulation. “Go lie down.” She suggested, helping you get to your feet and watching you climb on the bed and settle against the pillows. “How are you feeling?” “I’m ok, Mommy.” You responded cutely, actually looking relaxed, your eyes closing in satisfaction. “A little horny.” You added, very aware of the way your pussy dripped. “Oh, I bet you are.” She chuckled. “You should see what you did to me.” She added, moving closer and straddling your body. “I also think you should make it up to me.” She purred, leaning in for a quick kiss, before she moved higher, quickly putting each of her legs on either side of your face, her slick folds on display. “Do you see that, honey?’’ She asked, running her fingers through her wetness and spreading her pussy lips, so you can see her better. “That’s what you do to me. Every time you touch me, every time I look at you, when I think of you, I get this craving: to have your tongue, your fingers, your strap inside me. I get just as needy as you do, sweet girl. But Mommy always waits for you. I hope after today you’ll learn to wait for me too.”

Before you got a chance to say something more, Wanda’s fingers were already lacing with your hair, pulling you towards her pussy and putting you right where she needs you. Not that you had any complaints. She had the most beautiful pussy you’ve ever seen and, just thinking about getting to taste her had your mouth water, especially with the little display she put on just for you.

Your tongue lapped at her happily, swirling at her entrance and gathering all her wetness, before you moved on to her clit. The taste and smell of her took over your senses and you let yourself indulge in them as much as you could, until the hand in your hair tightened its grip, reminding you to focus and give her what she wants.

When even that wasn’t enough, Wanda took matters into her own hands, her hips moving rhythmically against you, grinding her pussy in your open mouth, taking as much pleasure as she could from you. God, she was gorgeous like this. Head thrown back, her hair falling down her back in heavy waves, as she rode your mouth for all its worth. You could hear her soft words of praise and adoration from above you, getting more and more incoherent as she drove herself closer to her orgasm and you loved it.

Eager to please, you had your hands on her thighs and cupping her ass, massaging it and helping her grind more against you as her movements got sloppier and more desperate. She was so close, you could feel it, her moans growing louder and more desperate, the closer she got. And just as soon as you swirled your tongue on her clit again, her thighs clenched, making her lean forward and support herself on the headboard with her free hand.

“Yes, right there, baby!” She mewled, her grip tightening, in fear that you’ll move away. “So good…” She gasped as she reached her peak and her body stilled, allowing you to take over and bring her over the edge.

It happened quickly, her hand holding you tightly right where she needed you, as her legs shook, barely keeping her upright as she moaned out your name. It was glorious and oh so satisfying, to have you pinned underneath her as she came all over your face. Your tongue felt divine as it lapped at her, prolonging her orgasm and making her see stars. But it wasn’t enough. As much as she enjoyed it, her body alight with sensations, she needed more.

Wanda rolled to the side, before her legs decided to give out entirely and she pulled you on top of her for a brief kiss, before she was pushing against your shoulders, having you move down her body and back between her legs where you belonged. Her hands tangled with your hair once more to keep you in place and she let you eat her out, until she reached a second orgasm for the night with a strangled scream.

Fuck, this was turning her on. She felt strangely invigorated by the whole situation, knowing that you were needy, that she’ll deny you in just a while, that you’re seconds away from grinding into the mattress, just to get some relief for yourself. It was driving her wild, just thinking about it. She wanted to truly ruin you, show you how much better it is to share this with her, rather than hide, with your hand in your pants.

When she was done using your mouth, Wanda pulled you up and wrestled you, until you landed on your back, pinning you with her body in seconds and smirking down at you.

“See what you were missing, while you were touching yourself?” She asked with a grin. “If you were good, I would have been fucking you into oblivion right now.’’ She said as her eyes devoured your naked form, her hands gripping your thighs possessively. “Instead, I’ll use you like a toy.”

With a flick of her wrist, you were surrounded by magic and as you started to look around, you realized you had a strap on around your waist, proudly standing at attention and a very smug witch looking down at you.

“Look at that! So fucking big.” She admired the toy, using her hand to stroke it suggestively. “If you had been good, you would have felt every inch of it slide inside me. Now you’ll just watch me ride it.” She growled as she straddled your hips and positioned it against her entrance. “Mommy, please, I won’t do it again.” You begged pitifully, quickly realizing that she had no intention of letting you cum today. “And if you don’t, Mommy won’t have to do this to you again.” She explained with a stern tone as she slowly started to sink down on the silicone dildo. “Please, Mommy, just one. I’ll be so good, I promise.” You tried again, your voice high pitched and your eyes pleading. “Oh, honey… You wanna be good? Then take it.” She cut off your request. “You’re lucky that this is the only punishment you’re getting. Next time I won’t be so lenient.” She threatened, feeling the toy stretch her walls and filling her up deliciously.

Whatever else protests you might have had fell on deaf ears after that, Wanda entirely consumed by the pleasure. She couldn’t tell what was going on with her, she just knew that she was craving this so badly. The constant hum of arousal seemed to only grow and she couldn’t help herself but bounce on the toy with abandon as you lay beneath her and stared in awe.

“Fuck, so good!” She muttered, her eyes closing in delight, when she found the best angle.

Her breasts were bouncing in front of you, perky nipples begging to be touched and teased and your hands reached up on instinct, massaging the mounds, before you started to roll her nipples between your fingers, pulling more gasps and happy sighs from Wanda’s lips.

“Yes, baby, use those talented hands of yours. Touch me.” She encouraged, never breaking her pace. “Show Mommy how you touched yourself today. Show me what you do to your pussy.” She panted, growing breathless as she got herself closer.

Feeling bold and wanting to not only impress her, but have her fall over the edge, you used your best moves on her, your hand reaching between your bodies, your index and ring finger spreading her pussy lips open, while your middle finger found her clit and started to make small circles on it that had her hips bucking into your hand.

“Oh my…” She gasped, her movements stuttering a little at the new sensation. “Yes, keep going!”

With the way she was reacting, there was no way you’d stop, you thought to yourself, your free hand reaching up and taking hold of her waist to keep her steady. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest, while you chased her orgasm just as much as she was, wanting to see her fall apart for you. You loved it when she got like this, when she only had pleasure on her mind, when she couldn’t get enough of you, even when she was sensitive and probably working herself into an overstimulating orgasm.

Overstimulated is how Wanda felt, she knew she would, from the moment she straddled your hips, but she didn’t care. In fact, it was spurring her on even more, her body shaking the closer she got. And with your skilled fingers working her over, she wouldn’t take long at all. She needed a few more thrusts, a few of those delicious circles on her clit and she was right at the edge, a throaty moan rumbling out, her walls gripping the toy tightly as she fell apart around it.

You tried to drag out her orgasm as much as you could, watching her body go through the almost painful pleasure. You thought she’d be a wreck, but she looked content, sighing happily as the last jolts of pleasure passed through her and she leaned down, allowing more of her weight to rest on you as she claimed your lips in a sweet kiss.

She held the position for a few minutes, wanting to feel full as she stole kisses and whispered praises in your ears, telling you how good you made her feel. She would sometimes grind down against the strap absent-mindedly, enjoying the little waves of pleasure that passed through her, even though she had no intention of going any further than that.

When she eventually pulled away, a wave of her hand removing the strap from around your waist, she nuzzled herself against you, sighing happily. Her hands were easily gliding over you, sending shivers through you and she smirked knowingly, but couldn’t stop herself from making her point one last time.

“How are you feeling, my love?” She asked gently. “Really horny.” You managed a response, your throat dry. “Good. Remember that feeling the next time you try to touch what’s mine.” She said with a note of finality.

* * *

The next morning you woke up with the memory of Wanda’s lesson and a fresh wave of wetness that was already smeared over your pussy and underwear and you groaned. This was ging to be a long day. Even though she bathed with you last night and made sure to help you calm down, showering you with affection, you started your day already sticky and desperate for her touch and you hurried to take a cold shower, before you joined her for breakfast.

She was kind enough not to tease you, offering you some pancakes and coffee, while the two of you spoke about what your day would look like, trying to make plans for the evening and you were grateful for the distraction. Honestly, if it wasn’t for her, you would have had your hand under your skirt before you left for work, but you wanted to be good for her. You craved to be called her good girl and to have her hands on your body, to have her skilled fingers inside you, to have her mouth on you… Damn, you were getting lost in your fantasy of her and it was barely morning.

As the day moved on, you felt your resolve break down, moment by moment, one frustration at a time, one fantasy after another. Your co-workers were driving you crazy today, always needing your help and barely leaving you any time to look after your own tasks, and when you did have time, the moment you would sit down and try to work, all you could think about was sex. It was maddening, really. How much you ended up needing it. What’s worse is that you kept remembering how easy it was to do it yesterday, or how much better it had made you feel. Everyone was clueless about it too. Well, everyone except Wanda. But you wouldn’t make the same mistake this time, right? You’ll be more careful. No… This was a bad idea. You should just work.

But the more time passed, the more the idea of it gnawed at you. It would be so easy… By the time lunch roller around, you were desperate, on edge and ready to do anything for just a little relief. So without much thought, you headed to your office, passing by Alice at the door and exchanging quick pleasantries, before you found yourself closing the door.

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Wanda had a much different day. Things were calm and she was feeling positive and even cheerful, something she even got a few teasing remarks about, which would have made her irritable on any other occasion.

As lunch came about, she thought that perhaps she should share some of those good vibes with you. She thought that leaving you wanting, as much as you deserved it, had served its purpose, so she decided to surprise you, maybe even give you a better office sex experience, than touching yourself, like you had done yesterday.

Yes, the thought was rather exciting. She could picture you already, perched up on your desk, your legs spread wide open, while she ate you out. Or her fingers in your mouth, to muffle all your delicious moans, while she made you bonce on her strap…

With that in mind, she made her way to your office building, carrying a box of take out, so she could use it as an excuse to see you. Just sharing a meal with her girlfriend. With that, she walked in, greeting the receptionist, who was used to seeing her by now and went straight to your floor of the building. She headed straight for your door, but was met by a woman, who almost cut her off, trying to talk to her.

“Hi, Wanda! Nice to see you again.” She smiled politely. “I’m Alice. We met a few months ago.” The woman explained, offering her hand for Wanda to take. “Yes, of course, Alice!” Wanda pretended to remember the woman, who looked only vaguely familiar. “How are you?” She asked, shaking the woman’s hand and trying not to dismiss her. “I’m good.” Alice replied with another brief smile. “Are you looking for Y/N? She went into her office a few minutes ago. She looked stressed.” She explained and Wanda nodded along, but her head was already elsewhere.

You were already in the perfect place and Wanda talked a little more with the woman, before watching her walk away. Wanda knocked on your door briefly, not even waiting for you to respond, before she was making her way inside. Her knock had startled you, but you had the good sense to pull your hand away from your panties and to try and straighten yourself, while you watched the familiar figure of your girlfriend walk into your office.

“Hi, baby!” You smiled, not really expecting the woman and almost cursing internally for the interruption. God, you really needed to cum. “Hi, sweetheart. I brought you lunch.” Wanda grinned, mischief sparkling in her eyes as she walked closer, dropping the box of food on the far edge of your desk, before she made her way to your chair and straddled you. “Why do I have the feeling that you’re not here for lunch?” You responded with a cheeky grin of your own, your hands wrapping around her and pulling her even closer. Perhaps this interruption wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. “Why else would I be here?” Wanda pretended to think, her hands playing with the buttons of your shirt provocatively. “You tell me.” You challenged, trying to stay calm as she teased you. “Well, I heard you’ve been stressed and I wanted to help.” She shrugged coyly.

But instead of wasting more time, Wanda just kissed you, popping a couple of buttons, so she’d get access to your breasts, her hands massaging them softly through your bra. She slid down from your lap, easily falling to her knees and half-way under your desk, spreading your legs, so she could have what she really came for.

Your smell drove her crazy and she wasted no time in pulling your underwear aside, so she could run her tongue through your folds, moaning slightly at your taste. You were perfect, already needy, as she knew you would be and practically begging her to fuck you.

Knowing that anyone could walk in here, just as she had done, Wanda dove right in, wanting to make you feel good. She used her fingers to tease at your entrance, while her lips wrapped around your clit, drawing circles, knowing just how you liked to cum and she watched you lean back in pure satisfaction. She felt so much better than your hand and you thanked whatever goddess had brought her to you, right when you needed her most.

The exposed, public space only added to the thrill of it all and you braced yourself on the armrests, fingers digging into the leather as you started to feel your orgasm build. It was heavenly and you were just starting to relax, believing that you’ll even get to finish this time, when another knock was heard on the other end of your door.

You stiffened, your reaction making Wanda pause as well, while she looked at you with a puzzled expression. You were starting to panic, not knowing if you should ask the person to come in, or leave, but they knocked again and you quickly buttoned up your shirt, inviting them in.

“Y/N, sorry to interrupt your lunch, but can you take a quick look…” Alice started to speak, as she entered, before cutting herself off, looking around the office puzzled. “Hey, didn’t Wanda find you? She wanted to have lunch with you.” She said, a little confused and allowing you to release the breath you were holding.

You had thought that she perhaps saw something she shouldn’t, or suspected something, but the woman looked genuinely clueless.

“Ugh… Yeah… She went to the bathroom.” You stuttered out, looking around the room, but at least your lie was believable. “Oh, yeah, or course.” Alice smiled, walking closer to your desk and leaving a stack of papers on it. “Look, I know that you’re a huge supporter of the paperless initiative, but I had to print these. Can you take a look for me? Something doesn’t look right.” She asked, sitting on the chair on the opposite end of your desk.

Right underneath it, Wanda was getting increasingly bored, by the dull office conversation and she decided to give you the proper motivation to get rid of your co-worker as quickly as possible. With a sly smirk, she pulled your legs apart once more, finding her rightful place between them and pulling your panties to the side once more, so she could have access to your sweet pussy. How lucky for her that you had a skirt on today, she thought as she started to kiss your thighs, wanting to give you at least some warning, before, she dove back in.

In your spot, you could only squirm once more, taking the thick binder from your desk and looking at the million reports that Alice had printed out and compiled. This was hours of work, if not more…

“These all have mistakes in them?” You asked with a baffled expression, trying to sit still in your chair, while Wanda’s lips got closer to your pussy. “Well, not all, but some, because I’m getting some strange results…” She alluded with a confused expression.

Her response had you almost screaming, but you tried to take a deep breath and calm yourself. Something you found almost impossible, when Wanda started to take, slow steady licks against your pussy again and despite how much you wanted that, you reached a hand underneath your desk, your fingers pressing on her lips and pausing her movements.

“Can we talk about this after lunch?” You looked at Alice, trying to be as neutral as possible in this situation. “Yeah, sure.” She smiled, waiting for you to say something more, but finding the silence awkward and rushing to leave. “Well, I’ll see you after lunch!” She said at the door, actually waving, before she closed it behind you and you sighed in relief as you pulled away from your desk, giving Wanda more space.

You expected your girlfriend to be happy, expecting that she’d be eager to go back to your activities, but her eyes were suspicious and dark, all the lightness in her features somehow gone, leaving you confused as to what caused it.

Wanda got up from her spot, fixing you with a glare as she took your hand in hers, bringing it up to her face and inhaling deeply and the action alone had you stiffen. She didn’t have to say a single word for you to know what she suspected, or for you to realize that she’ll come to a very unfortunate conclusion.

“So last night wasn’t enough, was it?” She asked with a deep frown on her face. “Wanda, I was just so stressed and last night you wouldn’t touch me and…” You tried to defend yourself, but it was useless. “You know that if you didn’t touch what’s mine, I wouldn’t have left you needy, baby.” Wanda explained calmly. “And if you had waited just a few minutes more, you would have been cumming in my mouth right now.” She stated simply. “But you’re just so impatient. You couldn’t help yourself, could you, darling?” She asked, as a cruel smile started to form on her face. “When that pretty pussy starts to leak, you just forget yourself, don’t you?” She teased, coming closer to you once more and dropping to her knees in front of you.

She spread your legs with a grin, her smile growing bigger as soon as she saw the mess in your panties. The visible wet spot on them was too hard to ignore and she teased a finger over it as she looked up at your confused face. You looked so cute like that. You could tell that she had something in mind, that she wouldn’t just give in and make you cum, but you couldn’t figure out how she’ll torture you just yet and the needy, hopeful, yet cautious expression you had on, was just precious.

She was almost too gentle as she continued to run her fingers over your covered pussy, spreading your wetness even more, making sure to soak through the material, knowing that you’ll have to spend the whole day like this. She wanted the constant wetness to remind you of how much fun you could have had, if you hadn’t been so impatient.

To drive her point home, Wanda spent the majority of your remaining lunch break edging you. When your panties were thoroughly ruined, she pulled them to the side once more and she happily lapped at your clit, drawing slow circles over it, as she pumped her fingers in and out of you.

She made sure to keep her eyes on you as she did it, wanting to remember each whine from frustration, each strangled moan, every small movement that you made, while you writhed underneath her, begging her to let you cum. Truly, you were beautiful like this and if it wasn’t for her limited time, she would have spent hours doing just this. When she only had a few minutes left, she finally pulled out of you and put your panties where they were, the cold wetness of the material causing you to flinch slightly.

“Oh God, Wanda, please don’t leave me like that.” You begged, as you watched her get up from the floor and straighten herself up. “Ugh, you are so delicious, honey.” She said as she licked her fingers clean playfully. “Speaking of delicious, the take-out I brought for lunch should be amazing. We should eat before it gets cold.” She said happily, cutting off any protests you might have had about the situation and sitting across from you, so the two of you could eat.

You groaned in frustration, but tried not to say anything, hoping to win her good favour.

The take-out ended up being really good, just as she had promised and she tried to distract you and let you calm down, before it was time for her to leave and get on with her day.

When you watched her leave your office with a final kiss to your lips and way too much sway in her hips, you leaned back in your chair, groaning, when your eyes landed on the massive folder Alice had brought you. The woman was crazy if she thought that you’ll do her work for her, you thought to yourself and you tried to pull yourself together, while you called her in your office, preparing for yet another long day.

Surprisingly, you managed to get home early that day. Perhaps it was the frustration, or maybe it was your eagerness to see Wanda again, but you clocked out as soon as your work time was over and you rushed through the door, happy to find your girlfriend already waiting for you.

She smirked knowingly, when she watched you take a shower just as soon as you were done hugging her, happy to be rid of your stuffy work suit and wet panties, but she said nothing.

The two of you started to work on dinner together, talking about your days and things you needed for the house, making a grocery list as you went through the fridge. Afternoons and evening with your girlfriend were always your favourite time of the day.

When dinner was done and the kitchen cleaned up, movie night long behind you, you found yourself being dragged into your bedroom, your comfy home clothes pulled from your body, to leave you bare in front of Wanda’s hungry gaze.

“I’ve been waiting for this all day.” She said seductively, as she pulled you closer to her body and helped you undress her with your shaky hands. “Unlike you, my darling, I’ve been very patient.” She pointed out, reminding you of your earlier transgression. “And I want my reward.” She stated bluntly, walking backwards towards the bed and pulling you with her, when she allowed herself to fall on the soft mattress. “It would be my pleasure.” You smirked, loving the chance to be able to please her.

Wanda had you between her legs in no time. She held your hand, while your tongue traced delicious circles and figure-eights on her clit, fingers interlaced together as she enjoyed the pleasure that built and grew within her. Fuck, you were so good with your mouth and so happy to take your time with it too. You savoured her taste, dipping your tongue inside her, lapping up all her juices, before you went back to her clit and she loved it. Loved that you didn’t rush her at all.

When she couldn’t wait a second longer, her free hand grabbed at your hair, pulling you where she wanted you most, incoherent praises falling from her lips as she got closer to her edge.

“More, baby. Yes!” She moaned, when you found the perfect spot, her back arching and her head falling back in delight.

As she finally came with a strangled cry, she pulled you even closer, cutting off your air, as she writhed in pleasure, but you couldn’t care less. You just wanted her to feel good. And she really did. All the built up tension from the day, all the excitement, all the wonderful things you were doing to her, finally culminated in one long, mind-blowing orgasm and she screamed as she rode it out on your tongue, refusing to let you go, until it became too much for her to handle.

As soon as you pulled away from her pussy, Wanda knew that this wasn’t going to be enough. She’s not quite sure why, but every time she denies you, her body starts to feel on fire. And she had every intention of denying you tonight. She didn’t want to be cruel to you, she loved making you cum more than you could ever know, but she wasn’t going to let you think that you can go around breaking her rules. Your pussy was off limits to anyone but her and she was going to teach you that lesson. She was going to edge and deny you, until you learned. And there was no harm in indulging herself while she did it, right? And she knew just how to rile you up, while she’s at it.

“Fuck, baby, I can’t get enough of you.” She cursed as she took a breath, trying to recover. “I don’t think that’s gonna be enough. I want you inside me. Think you can do that?” She asked breathlessly, sitting up against the pillows. “But if I’m going to be full, I think you should be too.” She said with a mischievous smile.

Before you could ask what she meant, her fingers started to glow red, the tendrils of her magic coming together and focusing on her palm, until they formed a little jewelled butt plug. She held it up for you to inspect, your curious eyes tracing the object.

“Come settle on my lap, baby. I want to put it in.” She patted her thighs, signalling for you to lay across them.

It wasn’t uncommon for Wanda to use such toys. She loved that you let her have all your holes. She loved having you full, making you feel her control, feel her stretching you out, even when she was on the receiving end of the strap. Even on her back, she was always in charge.

When you lay across her lap, exhaling a shaky breath of excitement, you felt her reach over to the nightstand, so she could grab a bottle of lube. She squirted a generous amount, chuckling when you hissed from the cold and she used a single finger to spread it over your puckered hole and gently work you open.

She loved doing this oh so slowly, knowing how worked up you got, how much it turned you on to feel her probe your asshole, but never fully penetrate it. Not until she deemed you ready, of course. She took her time telling you how hot you look like that, all vulnerable and open for her, your thighs trying to grind against her in an empty attempt to find some relief from the growing arousal. Not that she’d let you find true relief, but it was fun watching you try.

“Please, put it inside me already!” You finally begged, pushing up your ass against her probing finger, trying to get her in deeper.

Now that was a true delight. You must have been so worked up if you begged so openly. But that didn’t stop her from letting you fuck yourself on her finger a little longer, watching the way she slid in and out with ease, listening to your beautiful moans and whimpers as you finally took it in all the way. Fuck, you were so tight and warm. She could only imagine how good it would feel to actually fuck your cute little ass. That was definitely an idea she would have to remember to try another time.

“You want me to put the plug inside you, baby?” She asked, taking her finger away and watching your hole wink at her. “Yes, please, Mommy.” You nodded, trying to look back at her with pleading eyes. “Well, if you insist…” She smirked wickedly, taking the toy she had purposefully left in your line of vision, so it could be a constant reminder of what was coming next and squirting some lube on it, before she lined it with your asshole.

The first contact with the cool metal made you gasp, yet you still pushed up against it in anticipation. You could feel the stretch from it, as you took it in a bit deeper, even more eager to finally have it slide all the way in.

When your knees got weak, Wanda helps you, running a soothing hand up and down your back as she starts to put some pressure on the jewelled base, working it inside you slowly and smirking as your asshole swallows it up. The widest part of it stretched you deliciously, she could see it and she let you take it in slowly, until it finally sunk in and you both moaned in unison.

“Such a good girl, baby.” She praised, kneading your ass cheeks while she gave you some time to adjust to the feeling of being full. “You always take me so fucking well.”

You could hear the way her voice trembled, feel how excited she was, just seeing you like this and it made you even more eager to finally be allowed to have your hands on her. With that in mind, you got up from her lap, testing the feeling of the plug as you moved, feeling your body get more and more comfortable with it.

“Yes, I do.” You smiled proudly. “And if I remember correctly, you said something about wanting me inside you?” You feigned innocence.

Instead of a verbal response, you saw Wanda’s magic swirl in the air, tendrils of it wrapping around you and making your skin tingle as a strap-on appeared around your waist and Wanda’s favorite red dildo stood proudly at attention.

She pulled you closer to her, her hand wrapping around the dildo suggestively, while she kissed you. You looked so damn hot wearing her strap, all eager to fuck her and with the time she had to prep you, getting to stretch your ass open really had her pussy dripping.

“Go on, baby girl, show me how much you want to please Mommy.” She whispered against your ear.

The provocative words sprung you into action and you hurried to lay her down on the mattress and lined the dildo with her opening. She looked so damn wet already, but you took your time to tease the cock-head over her folds, just to drive her crazy.

“Don’t tease, honey. You know Mommy doesn’t like to be made to wait.” She reminded with an edge of warning to her voice.

You were more than happy to oblige her, pushing in just the head and watching it stretch her out, before it sunk in even deeper. She wouldn’t let you stop, her hands pulling you closer, until you had bottomed out and she was firmly pressed against you and scratching your back. You could feel the plug with every small movement of your body, the stimulation exhilarating and intensely arousing. Even now you could feel your wetness smearing on your thighs. The strap was putting pressure on your clit too and you started to move your hips slowly on instinct, chasing the pleasurable feeling and doing your best to take Wanda along for the ride.

By God, she was having fun. She kept thinking about the little plug in your ass and how it was probably driving you out of your skin with need and she really wished she could see you from the back, see the way your body moved as you fucked into her. She would certainly remember to do that for another time. But for now she just wanted to enjoy herself.

You were building up your pace, hitting all the perfect spots as you kissed her neck and shoulders and she was loving it. It didn’t take long at all to feel another orgasm growing. She could see you were getting closer too, your breathing going irregular and shallow, your pants growing into moans as you thrust inside her. Fuck, this was hot. She could only imagine how delectable it would be, if you could feel her. But you’d have to earn the privilege to come inside her. For now, pleasing her was all you deserved.

“Use your fingers too, baby.” Wanda encouraged breathlessly. “It’s those talented fingers that got you in so much trouble, it’s only right you use them to make it up to me.”

The memory of your earlier transgression was enough to have you working twice as hard to make her cum, your hand reaching between your bodies, so you can give her exactly what she wanted. Combined with the deep thrusts inside her, she was close and she could see how much you struggled to keep it up, pleasure starting to overpower you as well.

It was wicked, truly, and Wanda loved it. She was delighted to see her punishment working so perfectly and the knowledge that you’ll watch her cum, while you were left untouched is what finally pushed her over the edge. Her nails were digging into your back, her moans filling your ears as she rode out the waves of pleasure, were just the perfect way to end this evening and you hoped to be able to join her, but you couldn’t quite get there, your hips eventually stilling, so she could rest.

When she eventually recovered, you tried to pull out, but she held you close.

“Shhh, stay like that, baby.” She whispered in your ear. “I want to feel you.”

Wanda cuddled you gently, letting your head reast on her chest, as she hummed soft tunes, of songs you’d never known. One of her hands was busy running up and down your back, sometimes stroking your hair softly to soothe you, while the other played absentmindedly with the little butt plug she still had nestled inside you. She traced the little gem with the pads of her fingers, sometimes lightly pressing on it to drive it deeper.

She loved the intimacy of the moment so much, loved how vulnerable you were, how much you trusted her to take care of you. God, this was better than she ever hoped it could be. She shushed your soft whimpers with sweet praises and even sweeter kisses, making sure to stop your slow grinding, whenever the neediness inside you started to feel unbearable, calming your mind and body, until you were fully relaxed against her.

“My darling girl.” She whispered softly, when you were finally asleep in her arms. “I’m sure you’ll be such a good girl for me tomorrow.” She said as her own eyelids started to flutter closed.

* * *

The next day came and went in a blur. You were busy from the second you walked into the office and despite the stress and frustration, the constant wetness between your legs was just the type of reminder you needed that you shouldn’t make the mistakes of the previous days. Wanda would take care of you, she would give you everything you need, you just had to be a little patient.

It's the type of lesson she tried to drill into you and you were determined to finally be allowed to enjoy your girlfriend’s touch. Eager for it, you left work the second you finished and you rushed home, only to find your house empty. Wanda was running late. Something that disappointed you deeply, but you reigned it in, deciding to start dinner, in order to surprise you. She always took such good care of you. It was only right.

When everything was ready and the table set, you started to get a little impatient and you texted her, just to check in and was pleasantly surprised, when she told you that she had left you a little surprise in your bedroom.

Excitedly you ran up the stairs, opening the door to your bedroom to find the bed perfectly made and a beautiful gift box on top of it. Giddily, you pulled the bow undone and opened the lid, only to find a gorgeous lingerie set in it and a card, written in her handwriting.

“I can’t wait to take this off of you tonight.” You read, smiling at the little heart she had drawn and taking out the set she had left for you.

It was truly gorgeous and you admired her choice, before you started to undress. You went and took a nice shower first, wanting to feel fresh and clean for her, before you started to put on the underwear and you looked at yourself in the mirror with admiration. It fit you perfectly and you wondered how she got your size right, before you took a suggestive picture of yourself in the mirror and sent it to her, solely to tease her. God, you couldn’t wait for her to be back.

You wondered how you should greet her, different scenarios passing through your head and making you feel even more needy and impatient for her return. You kept picturing how she’ll walk through the door of your bedroom and see you splayed across the mattress, wearing nothing but her gift and how she’ll spend the rest of the night ravaging you in every way she knew how. You certainly needed it.

The more you thought about it, the hornier you got, your hands wandering over your body mindlessly, while you pictured her in nothing but her favorite strap, pounding into you from behind. You could practically hear her voice as she spoke the filthiest things in your ear, always happy to tell you everything she’ll do to you, because she knew it drove you crazy.

Before you could think about it, your hand had sneaked into the lacy red panties Wanda had left for you, your fingers starting to circle your clit lightly. God, it was heavenly, to finally feel relief from the endless throbbing between your legs. And you weren’t going to make yourself cum. You were just getting yourself ready for Wanda. There was no harm in that, right?

The slamming of your bedroom door and an angry witch staring you down, quickly told you that she disagreed. It had been maybe 10 minutes since you were lost in your little fantasy, when she had come home, to see that you had made her dinner. She smiled fondly, seeing how well you set the table and she was even more eager to find you and give you a proper thank you for all your efforts, but quickly grew disappointed when she opened your bedroom door, only to see you touching yourself yet again.

“Wanda!” You exclaimed, startled, hurrying to pull your hand away from your pussy, but she had already seen you. “You have no idea how close you came to getting what you wanted…” She practically growled, as she stalked towards you. “And you just had to ruin it.” “No! It’s not like that!” You tried to defend. “I was just… Getting ready… I wasn’t going to cum! I swear!” You tried to defend yourself.

Wanda had crawled onto the bed like a predator, your squirming body turning her even more infuriated. Damn, she had such big plans for you, she wanted to make you feel so good tonight, wanted to take care of you and give you the pleasure she knew you were missing. And she knew you held out all day, so why did you have to ruin it at the last minute. Your impatience was really starting to bother her. But she was going to correct that, no matter how long it took. She could be a patient woman, if it meant you’ll learn.

“You were just warming yourself up for me, huh?” She asked condescendingly. “Getting that pussy ready?”

She was looming over you, eyes dark and predatory as she waited for you to say something as if it would make any difference.

“Yes.” You managed a weak nod, your eyes imploring and sincere, but she didn’t care. It didn’t matter if you broke her rule a little, or if you had went all the way. “How thoughtful of you… ” She snarled down at you, pulling your wet panties to the side, so she could have a better view of your pussy. “You wanna see what Mommy had prepared for you?” She asked, already starting to pull down her pants. Her boxers were next, but you didn’t need them removed to know what was underneath. She had a strap on. Your favorite. She was going to give it to you too. Fuck you nice and deep with it… Before she realized you had disobeyed her.

Wanda tossed her boxers on the floor, leaving the strap on display and running the tip of the dildo over your wet folds. You had started to drip even more and from your position you could see her sliding her cock over your pussy lips suggestively, imitating the way she would fuck you, without giving you a single touch, leaving you mesmerized.

It was only when she had made it nice and wet with your juices, that she pulled away, but not before she slapped your pussy with the heavy toy. She pulled away from you and you instantly missed the comfort of her warmth and her touch, but she didn’t let you wait for long. She settled against the headboard and she patted her thighs, asking you to take off your ruined panties and straddle her legs, facing her.

Wanda pulled you in another deep kiss, her hands on your waist, so she could guide your movements against her. She could already feel your juices leaking out of you and dripping on her bare thighs and the thought of making you this needy drove her crazy. She could never quite believe the effect she had on you.

“I love that pretty pussy.” She mused. “If only you were good today, I would have played with it more.” She teased, as she ran her fingers through your folds and covered them with your wetness. “But since you’ve been bad… Mommy has to settle for your ass instead.” She whispered against your ear.

One of her hands pulled you flush against her, kissing your neck and making sure that you’re firmly pressed into her body, while the other reached around, her fingers tracing patterns on your ass cheeks. You couldn’t help but gasp at the thought alone, but her touch… Oh, that sent shivers down your spine.

Wanda was the first to ever take your tighter hole, the first person you trusted to be careful and to take things at your pace and she had shown you just how wonderful of an experience it could be. She made it feel special, made you feel cherished, she showed you that it’s an act of intimacy. Because of that, you felt more confident to explore this part of your sexuality and you knew she’ll always make you feel good and you knew tonight won’t be an exception.

“It’s yours Mommy.” You nodded into her neck.

You could feel the gentle smile that adorned her features and you nuzzled even more into her, clinging to her as she reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a bottle of lube, squirting some on her fingers, before she started to massage your hole. She took it slowly, oh so carefully, teasing fingers running circles there over and over again, making the ring of muscle relax.

When she knew you were ready, a slender finger started to probe there. Just the tip would enter you, before she pulled out, allowing you to get used to the intrusion. God, it was maddening. You loved it, you did, it felt so good when she took you like this, but it was your pussy that craved her and you desperately wished that she would give you at least some stimulation there, but alas, she was having none of it. She wouldn’t let you grind against her, no matter how badly you needed to. She held you firmly in place as her finger sunk in deeper, the intimacy of it so overwhelming, when she held you so lovingly, that you practically melted in her hands.

It took a few minutes, before she dared to sink in entirely, but she knew it was worth it, when she heard the low gasp, when you felt her knuckles. Her fingers were all slippery and wet from the lube and the one she used slid so easily in and out of you, while her free hand moved up and down your back in a soothing motion.

“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” She gasped in your ear. “Mommy’s precious girl.” She mused. “Do you like it when Mommy plays with your ass, honey?” She asked softly.

You could only hum in response, your mind feeling more submissive by the second. That one finger she used to stretch you felt both so good and not nearly enough, even when it was all the way inside you. But Wanda had no intention of rushing this. Her ministrations were slow and tender, drawing out each small movement, so she could turn it into pleasure. And God, were you loving it. Your pussy dripped with juices and they smeared across your thighs and hers, but she didn’t care. She loved it more, knowing how badly you needed her.

“I bet you wish Mommy’s fingers were inside your sweet little pussy instead, isn’t that right? But bad girls don’t get rewarded, do they?” She teased. “Don’t you wish you were good now, my love? Don’t you wish you had waited for Mommy to come home, so she could be treating you to a nice orgasm?” “Yes, Mommy.” You whined in her neck, your hips canting into her, to find some pressure. “Mmmm… But your ass feels just as good, my darling. So nice and tight. I should play with it more often. Stretch it out on my cock, since your pussy doesn’t deserve to be played with.” She teased you again, pulling her finger almost all the way out, before she started sliding back in.

The minutes stretched as she continued her gentle torture, building the arousal within you to new levels and pushing you even further into subspace. Your body was on fire with every small movement she made, every caress, every teasing comment, yet it was somehow calming. You were hers, in every way, and everything she did only solidified that feeling. You wanted her to continue, to touch you and claim you, even if it meant she wouldn’t let you cum. It was still gloriously good to have her inside you.

When one finger wasn’t enough, she pushed in a second, the stretch pulling out a gasp from you that quickly turned to a moan, as you fully melted into her once again. Her embrace was like a warm blanket, her scent filled you with serenity and her voice soothed you into a space of pure bliss and that slow, deep thrusting of her fingers only made it better.

As your legs started to shake, the pleasure of the moment overwhelming, Wanda knew that she had two choices. She could stop, help you wind down for the night, knowing that you’ll need her more than ever, or she could give in and finally help with that ache between your legs. In the back of her head she wanted to stay strong and deny you, as she had done the other nights, but she couldn’t this time. She was listening to your thoughts, looking for any discomfort, but she found none. All you thought about was her. Pleasing her, being good for her, being her sweet girl and it melted all her resolve. She just couldn’t deny you. Not this time.

At first, you barely registered, when her fingers pulled out of your asshole and paused their ministrations and she waited for you to pull away from the crook of her neck before she kissed your face softly and greeted you with a smile.

“There’s my pretty girl.” She praised. “You’ve been so good for me tonight, you know that? Mommy’s so proud of you. You’re just the best girl in the world, isn’t that right?”

You barely nodded for her, clinging to her and almost leaning back down on her shoulder, so you could nuzzle your face, where it had been, but Wanda pulled you away softly.

“My pretty girl deserves a nice reward.” She said, lifting you enough to be able to help you lie down on your back. “When you’re this good Mommy just can’t hep herself. I just want to make you feel so good. Do you want that, baby? For Mommy to make you feel good?” “Please.” You looked up at her with hopeful eyes, nodding your head. “Of course, my darling. You just lie back. Mommy will take such good care of you.” She promised sweetly.

Wanda claimed your lips in a passionate, tender kiss, before she started to descend your body. And in an uncharacteristic manner, she even skipped the usual teasing she’s put you through, before she gave you what you wanted. You had taken quite a lot for her tonight and you deserved the treat, so she quickly settled between your legs, the sight of your messy pussy leaving her practically breathless. She knew you were drenched, she still had the evidence of it on her thighs, but the sight of it was something else entirely.

“My God, baby, you’re so wet. I’ve never seen you this wet before.” She gasped. “But I’ll make it better, I promise.”

She licked across your pussy experimentally, the taste of you awakening a familiar hunger that only intensified, when she watched your clit twitch in anticipation. Now that was something she could never resist. So she quickly wrapped her lips around your clit, tongue swirling in circles and figure-eights that had you moaning underneath her.

“Mommy!” You moaned, more desperate than she’s ever heard you and it only made her work harder.

She held your thighs open as she licked up your essence and savoured your pleasured cries, building you up in minutes, just like she knew she would. With how worked up she’s gotten you, it was almost too easy. But she loved that too.

When you reached your edge, fingers tangled in her hair and holding her, afraid she’ll pull away, she almost chuckled. You were so eager. She contemplated teasing you a little, maybe edging you, but she took mercy on you, helping you to fall of the edge and ride out your orgasm on her tongue.

As the first wave of pleasure hit you, you practically screamed, moans and gasps filling the room as each wave brough with it more extasy than the last. Intense and unyielding, it took over your entire body, until nothing remained. Just her and what she was doing to you.

You thought that once your done, she’ll pull away, but she only chuckled against your pussy, her tongue continuing its assault on your clit. You tried to push her away, to ask her to stop, but you could only moan, until even the overstimulation morphed into pleasure and she had you writhing for her once more.

“Mommy!” You squirmed. “I need more, please. Need you inside me.” You pleaded. “Of course, honey.” She smiled knowingly, her clean hand removing itself from its spot on your thigh, but you stopped her quickly. “No… Not there.” You pouted, not sure how to ask for what you wanted. “No?” She smiled knowingly, unable to pass up the opportunity to tease you at least a little. “Then where?” She asked, knowing she wouldn’t get an answer. “Do you need me back in your ass, honey? Is that where you want my fingers? You want me to stretch your sweet little hole again?”

You could only nod, feeling the blood rush into your face and turn your cheeks pink. But Wanda didn’t mind. She loved when you got all shy.

She reached for the bottle of lube once more, wanting to make sure that you’ll be comfortable and she squirted some on her fingers, rubbing the substance on your asshole with slow ministrations. She adored that she could look in your eyes this time, to watch your facial expressions as she entered you. You were a masterpiece. Hauntingly beautiful and all hers and for a moment she forgot herself in the moment, just moving in and out of you slowly, until your pleading eyes reminded her that she promised you so much more.

One finger became two, before her mouth returned back to your clit and you gasped out in pleasure, your hands fisting the sheets and your back arching from the overwhelming pleasure of it all.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good!” You muttered. “Please, don’t stop.”

But Wanda had no intention of stopping. She wanted to see you fall apart underneath her and she was going to do whatever it took to make that happen. And she knew that with how intense that feeling was, you wouldn’t take long either. You never could hold out, when she filled your tighter hole.

Her mouth returned back to your clit, starting out slow and letting you get used to the feeling, before she moved faster, added more pressure with her tongue, before she drove her fingers deeper inside you. She had you arching your back and desperately clawing at the sheets in minutes, reaching the edge with strangled little cries and a string of “Yes, right there!” and desperate pleas for her to continue. It was spectacular to watch really, and she hoped she could admire you more, but with a few more flicks of her tongue you were thrown over the edge and into an earth-shattering orgasm and Wanda focused on letting you ride it out, helping you through it as you writhed in pleasure.

The second orgasm was even more powerful than the first, every muscle in your body tightening, every nerve ending aflame. It started from the pit of your stomach and it spread, all-consuming and so utterly satisfying. It felt so good, Wanda had to hold you down with her free hand, just so she can keep the stimulation going, wanting to draw it out for as long as possible.

When it eventually became too much, she pulled away, letting you catch your breath and relax, as she held you. She gave you a few minutes to wind down from it, before she helped you up and guided you to the bathroom, helping you clean up and shower, kissing and cuddling you every chance she got.

She spent the rest of the night pampering you like a princess, drying you with a fluffy towel and leading you to the kitchen, so the two of you could have dinner, even if a late one, she held you while you watched a movie together, playing with your hair and letting you nuzzle into her, beaming proudly at how good you had been for her.

* * *

Your next day started surprisingly calmly and Wanda was a huge part of that. She made you coffee and breakfast and brought them to bed for you, something she usually wouldn’t do, but for today she could make an exception.

She drove you to work with a smile on her face, the two of you talking the entire way and she promised to also pick you up, when you’re done, not wanting you to do a single thing. She wanted to coddle you.

But her loving intentions were quickly thwarted by the rest of your co-workers. Everything was tense at work, people were on edge and they needed you more than ever, so by lunch time, you already had to call her and ask her to come in much later. At least she understood. She always did. And it just reminded you how lucky you are to have her.

Wanda, on the other hand, came home at her usual hours and was greeted by an empty house. She tried to busy herself with some household chores, just to distract herself, but it didn’t work. She wasn’t in the mood for chores. She wanted to spend her time with you. She wanted to give you a nice, romantic evening. Last night had been such a treat and she wanted more of that, wanted to see you in that subby space again, wanted to take her time to explore you, to build you up, to make you really feel her, feel her love for you, feel her deep longing for you and the knowledge that you were so far away from her and her embrace was driving her crazy… So much so, that she eventually decided that your work won’t get in the way of her plans. Everything else be damned, you were her girl first and everything else second.

With that in mind she packed a small bag, passed by your favorite restaurant for take-out and she made her way to your office. By the time she arrived, most of the building was already dark, just your floor and a couple others still had their lights on and that only strengthened her resolve. You shouldn’t be working at such a late hour, you should be at home, letting her spoil you, the way she wanted to.

Exiting the elevator at your floor made her shiver. It looked so surreal and kind of wrong, with the ugly fluorescent lights and the empty cubicles and she hurried to make her way to your office.

Knocking on your door and entering your space settled her nerves a little. Seeing your pretty face always made everything brighter and she made her way to you with a sway to her hips.

“Wanda!” You smiled, getting up to greet her. “Hi, my darling. I missed you.” She said with a pout. “You work too much.” “I’m sorry, love.” You apologized, pulling her further into your office. “I’ll make it up to you this weekend. I promise.” “How about you make it up to me right now?” She suggested, lifting the bag of take out. “Have dinner with me?”

You could never refuse your girlfriend, you were very well aware of that, so you didn’t even try to protest, helping her take out the boxes of food from their bag and letting her place a few candles on your desk. She lit them with her magic, making you smile and blush at how charming she could be and you allowed yourself to be swallowed by her magnetic presence, falling into a conversation with her, all your work forgotten.

When you finished your dessert, sharing a delightful tiramisu, that Wanda fed you one spoon at a time, you thought that she’ll take you home, but you were surprised to see her get up from her spot and settle into your lap with a mischievous smile.

“You know… Yesterday we got interrupted really rudely.” She started. “And, of course, you were naughty, so you didn’t deserve to have any fun… But maybe tonight we can have some fun together.” She suggested. “I’ve always wanted to take you right on your desk.” She whispered in your ear, like she was telling you a secret. “Wanda…” You murmured against her. In the back of your head, your thoughts were telling you that you were still in a public space, even if seemingly almost everyone had left… And this was your place of work… But her lips on yours felt so good, that even those thoughts of warning fizzled away when her hands started to unbutton your shirt. “You always look so damn hot in your work suits, baby.” She continued her assault, nimble fingers pulling your shirt out of your skirt and dragging it down your shoulders, revealing a lacy bra. “What if someone sees us?” You gasped, feeling her hot breath on your neck. “Let them. I want them to see who you belong to.” She practically growled, biting into your neck and then soothing it with her tongue.

A surge of possessiveness washed over Wanda at her own words, countless reminders of such instances flashed before her eyes and made her blood boil with annoyance. A feeling that was wholly unwelcome, because it conflicted with the tender appreciation she wanted to show you tonight. This was meant to be a romantic night, full of gentle devotion and careful adoration, but damn, she wanted something different now. The beautiful, sweet feelings she had for you were still there, but were mixed with this craving to claim you, to own you, to dirty you up and show you that no one else will ever be able to give you what she can.

Wanda pulled you out of your chair, her strong hands circling your waist and moving lower, cupping your ass in the tight pencil skirt you wore and squeezing the cheeks. Fuck, you felt good. Nice and firm in her hands and so eager to let her do anything to you.

She pulled up your skirt with a swift motion, letting it bunch up around your waist and revealing the matching lacy panties you wore.

“So beautiful.” Wanda mused, eyeing you slowly. “I could eat you alive.” She growled, grabbing you and pushing you against your desk, effortlessly bending you over it, so she could have a better view.

In a moment of pure arousal, she kicked your feet apart, hearing you gasp at the action and steadying yourself against the desk, while Wanda played with your panties suggestively. They were starting to get covered in your wetness, while you kept pushing back against her hand, offering yourself to her so shamelessly.

She chuckled at your neediness, pressing herself against you, letting you feel the bulge in her pants, just to tease you. But she wouldn’t just give it to you. Not so easily. She wanted to play with you first. It was maddening how quickly her emotions switched. She wanted to make love to you and ravage you at the same time and she just couldn’t chose which one she’ll do.

So she settled on teasing you. Falling to her knees behind you and taking hold of your hips, so she could keep them open, while she leaned in, letting her tongue run a long, wet line, across your panties. The wet fabric held some of the delicate taste she was hoping to get to the source of, but she was in no hurry. Licking your cute pussy through your panties really seemed to rile you up and she had to hold you in place to continue her little game, while you tried to push back against her.

“Please, I need you.” You finally begged, face pressed on the cold surface of your desk. “You need me, huh?” She chuckled from behind you, getting back up and rubbing her bulge on your backside. “All right then.” She agreed, breathless with anticipation. “Take those panties off.” She instructed.

Wanda watched you pull the wet fabric down your legs, while she unbuttoned her pants and pulled out her strap. She had already enchanted it and she had spent the previous minutes with the feeling of it twitching to be set free and the sight of your drenched pussy almost made her lose all her control.

She pulled you up by your hair, pressing you against her with one hand, while the other held her cock and ran it up and down your wet slit, collecting your juices. You were both panting, both so needy, that she wasn’t surprised, when you tried to get her to slide inside you, but this time she indulged you. She held her strap steady against you and watched it slide into your pussy. You were practically impaling yourself on her, your pussy squeezing her cock tightly and taking it as deep as it could go.

Intrigued by it, she let you move against her, letting you pick your own pace. You looked so damn hot doing it too. Your ass hitting her front and bouncing off of it, while your pussy swallowed her strap. She was mesmerised by it. Her eyes glued to the way you were fucking yourself on her. Your pretty ass was bouncing so cutely off of her and it reminded her of last night, of the way it swallowed her fingers, the way she was sliding in and out of your tight little hole and turning you into a mess. Fuck, that’s exactly what she wanted right now too.

Once she had realized what she was missing, she couldn’t ignore it a second longer and she stilled your movements, burying herself as deep as possible, before she moved your hair to the side, nuzzling her face against your neck and your ear.

“Fuck, baby!” She gasped, her breaths ragged. “You have no idea what you do to me. What the sight of your cute ass bouncing off of me does… I can’t stop thinking about it. How good it felt to be inside it. How well it took my fingers last night.” She whimpered, your walls pulsing with arousal around her. “I want to be inside it again, baby.” She added in a whisper, kissing your heated skin and running her hands over your breasts, massaging them through the bra. “Will you let me fuck your ass?” She asked, feeling another twitch of excitement, your walls clamping around her cock. “I promise I’ll make you feel so good. I’ll make you cum so hard, baby, you’ll see. Just let me be inside.”

Hearing Wanda beg so openly was a rare occasion. In fact, you don’t think you’ve ever heard her this desperate for anything. She usually took what she wanted, it’s what you both liked. But this time was different and you had to admit that you were loving it. Her desperation fed your own and after just a few seconds, you found yourself agreeing, your head nodding happily to her request.

“Yeah?” She asked, amazement and excitement clear in her voice. “You want that too, baby?” “Yeah.” You managed, your voice hoarse. “Fuck, thank you!” She whispered behind you, placing soft kisses on your neck once more. Her hips were moving on their own, rutting into you and she found herself almost cumming at the thought of fucking your ass alone. “I’ll make you feel so good, I promise, baby!”

Before she could actually spill her cum and ruin the moment, she pulled out, her cock throbbing with need. God, she wanted to fill you up. She was mere seconds away.

Taking a deep, steadying breath, Wanda summoned her magic, a bottle of lube appearing in her hand. She laid you back down on the desk, running a soothing hand over your back, before she spread your ass cheeks and squirted a generous amount of the liquid over your puckered hole. The coldness made you hiss, but she soothed you once again, teasing fingers spreading it over your hole, until it warmed up and you relaxed under her touch.

When she knew you were ready for her, she started spreading lube over her cock as well, wanting this to feel comfortable, when she realized that the dildo she had chosen, even if one of your favourites, might be a bit too big for your tighter hole and she used her magic to adjust the size. She felt bad having to do it, almost whining at seeing it shrink, even if she mostly adjusted the width, but she knew it would be far more comfortable this way and she stroked it a few times, to get it well coated in lube, before she lined it with your asshole.

She teased your hole with the tip of her cock, giving you a chance to back out of it, but you did no such thing. In fact, you tried to press yourself against her, trying to get her to put it in you already. All her teasing, her touch, her kisses had you just as wound up as she was and you needed something, or you were going to explode.

“Mommy, fuck me already!” You begged. “I want you inside me, please. Your cock feels so good.” “Anything for you, baby girl.” Wanda smirked.

She pressed herself more against you, watching the ring of muscle open up and stretch around her tip, tighter and more overwhelmingly good than anything she’d ever felt. She was so tempted to just fill you up to the brim, barely holding herself back.

Despite the unbearable pleasure, she let you take over, allowing you to take her in for the first time, entirely at your pace. She watched her cock sink in, inch by inch, engulfed by the tightness and the warmth of your ass, until you reached the base of her strap with a strangled moan and a shiver that ran down your spine.

Lifting you off of the desk and pressing you against her again, Wanda stayed still. One hand wrapped around your middle held you close, while the other removed the strands of hair from your face. She showered you with kisses and quiet praises, allowing you to adjust to the feeling of her stretching you out.

“God, you’re so good for me, baby.” She gasped, kissing your flushed cheeks. “Mommy’s best girl.”

When you were ready, she slowly started to pull out, one of her hands reaching down and finding your clit, so she could start rubbing gentle circles on it, helping you relax and feel good. Your wetness was practically dripping on the floor beneath you, your folds drenched, just from this and she knew you were feeling just as good as she was.

Her rhythm remained slow and steady, almost sensual in the way she fucked you. She had come to make love to you after all and she intended to do just that. It didn’t really matter which hole she took, she still wanted to make love to you, so her thrusts were gentle and deep, her hands tender, her kisses full of her passion and devotion.

“My God, you’re so beautiful.” She gasped, kissing your cheek and jaw. “So beautiful with my cock deep in your ass.” She continued. “If only you knew how good you feel around me, baby girl. Gripping me so tightly.” She moaned in your ear, barely even moving. She was almost humping you, hardly pulling out, before she drove her hips forward again and it felt sensational. “I wish you could see yourself right now. Messy hair and glazed eyes, lips all read from my kisses, your pretty body on display… Taking me from the back and loving it…”

At this point you could hardly hear her words, your mind going blank. All you could do was take it. She was driving you crazy. The slow, careful way she handled you was almost reminiscent of the way she made love to your pussy. On the nights when she wanted to make you feel adored and loved, she did it like this, keeping you full and fucking into you sensually. But your pussy was so empty, and her cock was so deep in your asshole, yet the way she did it felt so damn good, her fingers bringing you to the edge.

“Mommy!” You cried out for her, completely forgetting where you are. “Shh, honey, I know. You’re so close, aren’t you? I can feel it. Look at the way your legs shake.” She spoke soothingly. “Mommy is close too. We should come together, baby.” She said in a whisper. “I want to feel you come with my cock deep in your ass.”

And that’s all it took. With a few more circles over your clit, you came, your pussy clenching around nothing, yet you felt so full. Your tighter hole was filled to the brim, Wanda’s hot cum spilling inside it, while you felt the first wave of pleasure start to wash over you. It was new, yet so powerful, that it shook your entire being. And it only got better. Each wave of pleasure more powerful than the last, washing over you again and again, until you were fully spent. Only Wanda’s hands kept you up and you were grateful that she had you firmly pressed into her, otherwise, you would have fallen.

As soon as Wanda felt you coming, your clit twitching beneath her fingers and your asshole pulsing around her cock, she let go, spurts of white filling you up as she rutted into you, prolonging her pleasure for as long as she could and only stopping when you were both spent.

“Fuck, that was amazing!” You chuckled, bringing her back to reality. “You have no idea.” She breathed, nuzzling her face into you. “We should get going. God only knows who heard us. I’m afraid security will barge in any second.” You almost laughed. You tried to pull away from her, her cock still nestled inside you, but she kept you in place. “Not just yet.” She whispered. “We don’t want all that cum to go to waste, do we?” She asked suggestively. “We can’t have that.” You shook your head in understanding, already knowing what would come next. “No, we can’t.” Wanda confirmed, laying you against the desk again, so you’d be more comfortable.

She used her magic to summon your favorite plug, lubing it up quickly, before she started to pull out. She pressed the tip of it against you immediately, her eyes sparkling as she watched your tight muscle stretch for her once again, swallowing the plug and nestling snugly against you.

“There. Now you’re perfect.” Wanda mused, helping you up and kissing you deeply and you just knew, that there was so much more in store for you that night. ____________________________________________________ If you liked this story and you want more, please visit the Masterlist with all my works. Happy reading!

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[moodywyrm]

Lets talk about how hot Lin Beifong is bc she's dreamy tbh. I can't decide if I imagine her as a gentle or rough lover, maybe she's a little bit of both? I do hc that she wouldn't be vocal until she orgasms, and that it would take lots of time and trust for her to let you get her there

absolutely based off of my lil conversation with pink heart nonnie. chubby gf implied.

I'm thinking about Lin being stressed beyond belief on a trip to Zaofu that you and the gang convinced her to go. She didn't really care for the urging of the over-enthusiastic young adults, but she really couldn't deny her wife. Especially not when you mentioned that she'd have you all to herself, instead of having to share your attention with Korra and Asami as they plan their next excursion to the Spirit Realm. She'd be able to spend a full week with you, no obligations and nothing but free time to spend being fawned over by her pretty little wife. Now how could she say no to that?

Except, now that she was in Zaofu, she remembered why she didn't want to come in the first place. She loves her sister and her nieces and nephews, she really does, but she can only deal with them so much before she snaps.

Your being as attentive as you can, but when she starts getting extra unreasonably snippy with Su at dinner, you know you have to act fast. With a few quick words and stern hands, you guide her out of the dining hall and back to your rooms. By the time you close the door behind you, Lin is sitting on the bed, huffing and grinding her jaw.

"Don't do that, you'll hurt yourself," You chide, walking over to her and standing between her spread legs, threading one gentle hand through her silver hair. She hums, running her hands up your thighs, resting on your waist and tugging you into her.

With her forehead pressed against your tummy, her words are muffled. "Mmmm, I know, I know. Always looking out for me."

"It's my duty as your wife, honey, just like it's my duty to stop you from damaging your relationship with your sister again," You grumble, pressing a kiss to the top of her head and wrapping her in a hug, letting her push her face into you. Her grip on your waist tightens and then releases, softly rubbing at the flesh. She exhales, relaxing under your touch until she looks up, pressing her chin into you as she looks up at you.

"Thank you dear, it was a good idea, getting me out of there. I'm sorry I've been so stressed this whole trip, ruining our only vacation in who knows how long," She sighs, eyes apologetic and hands clinging to you as she tugs you into her lap. Your thighs are pressed to her sides, warm, soft flesh grounding her as she wraps her arms around your waist.

You bring your hands up, cupping her face and stroking a thumb across her cheekbone, looking at her with so much softness she nearly tears up. "You're not ruining anything, Lin. You're just stressed, it's okay. I get the same way around my family."

"I just get so frustrated, I try not to but sometimes I just can't help it," Lin sighs, pressing a kiss to your palm and tugging you into her a little more, accidentally rocking your hips against hers. The intimacy of the situation, the combined tension from being so pent up for so long, and the desire to ease your wife's worries, cause a little pearl of an idea to build in your head.

"You know, you could get that frustration out in a more ... productive ... fashion," You murmur, running your hands down to rub at her tense shoulders.

Lin's eyebrows go up, immediately catching the hint as she runs her hand down to grip at your ass. "Oh yeah? Care to share what you mean by 'productive'?"

You whimper at her rough hands gripping you, slowly starting to rock you against her. "Mmhm, you can take your frustrations out on me. I mean, there's no better stress reliever than an orgasm, or two, or three."

"You know, you're absolutely right my dear," Lin murmurs, moving one hand up to tug you into a kiss, keeping her rough, calloused hands against the nape of your neck. She presses her lips against yours in a rough, passionate kiss, bruising your soft lips as you whimper against her. One of your hands trails down to her chest, past her tummy to grip at the hem of her tank top, impatiently tugging it up her body.

Lin lands one rough smack on your ass in response to your impatience. "Calm down, brat."

"Fucking need you Lin, 's been too long," You groan, nipping at her bottom lip and pulling at her shirt. Lin huffs, placing both hands on your ass to flip you over and throw you down on the bed, crawling over you and yanking her shirt off, her bra following suit.

"Happy now? Couldn't have just been good for me, now I gotta fuck the brat out of you," She snaps, grabbing your roaming hands and pinning them above your head with an always-attractive show of metal-bending. She's done it so often now, it's second nature to be gentle with you, making sure the metal is rounded and dull, leaving you room to wiggle but not to escape.

"Wasn't being a brat, just wanted to see you," You huff, bucking your hips up into her as she shoves your shirt up above your tits, exposing your soft mounds – and distinct lack of a bra – to the cold room. She grunts, roughly pawing at your chest with one hand while the other yanks your pants down. In a matter of minutes she has you right where she wants you, nearly naked and almost completely exposed.

"You're a fucking brat, now where is my strap? I know a pretty little slut like you would've packed at least one of them," She teases, landing a rough smack to the outside of your thigh, laughing when you squeal.

"Shit, it's in my bag, the green one," You pant, spreading your thighs even wider in anticipation. Lin hums and slides off the bed, stripping off her pants and underwear before walking over to your bag and pulling out the girthy, six-inch, forest green strap attached to a worn-in harness.

She knows this is your favorite strap, with just how thick it is, the detailed veins that drag against your sensitive walls, and the pretty mushroom tip that she loves to press against your gushy little spot. Not to mention the fun little feature it comes with: another side, which presses into Lin as she fucks you, leaving her shaky and determined to make you cum. She's smirking as she pulls it on, sliding her side into her, tightening the harness around her hips and making her way back to your writhing form on the bed. You watched her little performance whining at every inch of exposed skin and muscle, the soft groan Lin let out when she slip it inside, the way the harness tightened around her ass and thighs.

You're basically vibrating with excitement when Lin climbs back onto the bed, sliding between your legs and tugging your thighs up around her waist. You know she's not gonna fuck you just yet but you try anyway, bucking your hips against the veiny silicone.

"Quit fucking moving," Lin barks, placing one sharp smack against your clit before sliding her fingers down to your leaking hole. She spreads your slick all over your cunt, slicking up the dildo with your juices before pushing one finger into you, followed by two more.

You're melting under her touch, hips twitching as she fucks three fingers into you, curving up into your g-spot just to see you cry out for her.

"Lin, Lin please, honey, need you," You plead, bringing your bound hands down to claw at her stomach. It pulls a groan out of her, seeing you so needy, knowing it's been too damn long since she last had you like this.

"Well since you said please," She teases, gripping her shaft and lining it up with your needy cunt, slowly pressing in. You choke out a moan at the stretch, trying to keep still as Lin pushes all the way in, the base of the harness grazing your clit. It causes the other side to push deeper into her, brushing against her sensitive spots and making her shaky.

She gives you a moment to adjust – also giving her a moment to collect herself – before pulling out and slamming back in. She sets a brutal pace, wanting to fuck the frustration out of her body and give you what you asked for. Lin hikes your hips higher on her thighs, trying to get the perfect angle as she fucks into you with no mercy.

"Ah- fuck, Lin, 's perfect, you're perfect," You moan, hands pressed against her lower tummy as she works you over, finally finding your spot when you wail and tremble against her, scratching your nails against her.

"Right there? Yeah, I know honey, just let me take care of it," She grunts, doubling her efforts and snapping her hips against you even harder. You're crying, moaning out her name and squealing with each punch of her strap against your spot, getting closer and closer to the edge. Lin's not much better, only working the other side into her even harder as she tries to get you to fall apart.

Without saying a word, she pushes your hands down from her tummy and onto your clit, letting you rub at the neglected bud as she keeps you spread open. It pushes you over, creaming around her strap as you cry and try to keep playing with your clit, feeling it twitch beneath your finger tips. You're shaking, bucking against Lin's hips as you cum around her strap, but she never lets up, fucking you through it.

You have no chance to come down, letting Lin fuck you into another beautiful high, this one more intense than the first. She would usually be kinder about it, but the way you tightened around her strap made the other side grind against her just right, pushing her into an orgasm.

"Ha-ah, shit, dear, mmh," She grunts, pressing all the way in and grinding into you as she shakes above you. It's all made more intense by the way you tremble beneath her, leaking around her strap as you whiteout for a split second.

You two stay like that, shaking against each other as your orgasm course through you, all the frustration and tension leaking out of Lin.

By the time your breathing returns to normal, you're still shaky, but Lin is slipping out of you as gently as possible, pulling the strap off and throwing it across the room. She's up in an instant, grabbing wet wipes and clean towels to clean you two up. She's so unbearably gentle with you, massaging your hips to eliminate some of the soreness, cleaning you up enough so that you could comfortably sleep.

It takes a second, but she finally slides back into bed, pulling you into her chest. "Thank you dear, I needed that."

Her words are uncharacteristically soft, or at least they would be to anyone but you. She's pressing soft kisses and caresses to your skin, soothing you to sleep in her arms.

Before you drift away, she hears one last, gentle little murmur.

"Mm, I love you, my sweet wife," with a soft kiss pressed to the divot of her chest. It melts her down to her core, letting her drift off to sleep with no worries.

lin beifong I love u I would treat you so right please please please ,,, also I was watching TLOK as I wrote this and I got to Book Four and Kuvira ...... kuvira juvira kyvir akuyvir avkrui my baby I need her

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[hyugaruma]

H&L: Sweet Things They Say To You

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re: how they show you they love you with their words…

hmmm idk how happy i am with this one but it’s been sitting in my notes for a minute soooo OH WELL

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Cobra: “I will forever fight for you and with you.” His lip is busted and his face is bruised. You can feel the way your heart clenches at seeing him battered from the fight he just partook in, some goons having thought it a good idea to harass you outside of ITOKAN Diner. Luckily your boyfriend had arrived just in time. Despite his marred state, he holds your gaze so that you know that he’s true to his word, and all you can do is nod.

The Mugen way of devotion and loyalty easily translates to Cobra in a relationship. He would literally die for you. Your fights are his fights. However, he tries his hardest to keep you out of his, and Sannoh’s, fights. He can’t imagine how he could live with himself if something happened to you.

Rocky: “I’ve waited my whole life to meet you.” Rocky softly places a hand on the small of your back, pulling you in close so he can bury his face in your neck. You can feel the tension in his shoulders dissipate at finally having you in his arms after an arduous day at Club Heaven. You respond by wrapping your arms around him to pull him in even closer. No other words are needed; just having you at his side is all he could ever ask for.

Rocky wholeheartedly means the words he says. He isn’t one to so easily dedicate himself to one person; he has many women to protect, after all. But the moment he meets you, he can’t even begin to imagine the way it was before. He was so lonely without ever having realized it.

Murayama: “I can’t wait to see you again.” Murayama is reluctant to release the grasp his hand has on your own, wasting as much time as possible standing with you outside your house after your date together. You can’t help but giggle at the obvious ploy, leaning in to land a chaste kiss on his cheek that sends the tips of his ears pink. He’s quick to pull you back in once you try to pull away, this time to land a playful kiss of his own on your lips.

Murayama lives to spend time with you. Right after he drops you off at your house after hanging out all day, he’s already texting you how much he misses you and trying to make plans as soon as possible. If you’d allow it, he would see you every day if possible. He’d never grow tired of you.

Smoky: “Thank you for choosing me.” The two of you sit side-by-side at the ledge of a deconstructed factory building, looking out at Nameless City laid out beneath you. You look to him, and he’s giving you a gentle, almost sad, smile. You can’t even imagine a world where you wouldn’t choose him, but somewhere swimming in those brown eyes of his is a self-doubt that you hope someday can be remedied. You give him a smile back, one that says you feel the exact same way.

Smoky can’t even comprehend why someone like you, someone so amazing, would choose someone like him. He really doesn’t know what he did to deserve you. Surely there’s someone out there who could give you more than he ever could, at least so he thinks. But, you did choose him, and he is forever thankful to have you by his side.

Hyuga: “Thank you for putting up with me.” Hyuga is sprawled out on the futon that the two of you share, watching as you change into your pajamas to settle down for the night. His eyes show a softness that he reserves only for you. He holds out a hand to beckon you to him, and you oblige, crawling into the futon to situate yourself between his lazy arms. He can’t help but land a light kiss on your temple before pulling you close to drift off into a peaceful slumber.

Hyuga knows he’s not a perfect man. Far from it, even. He can’t imagine why you’re so willing to continue dealing with his ways, but he hopes you’ll continue to do so for a long, long while. If he could ask for one selfish wish, it would be to have you as his for the rest of his time on this earth.

Hiroto: “I’m always here for you.” Hiroto stands awkwardly in the doorway of your apartment as he eyes you closely. He can tell that something has been bothering you, but that you were reluctant to confide in him about your problems. You raise your eyes to meet his gaze and find nothing but complete honesty and truth within them. Feeling your own eyes begin to mist over, you opt to dropping your head to his chest to hide your show of emotions. A hand comes up to gently rest against the back of your neck, and to attempt to soothe your worries away.

Hiroto isn’t a man of many overtly affectionate words or gestures. He tends to show his love through action. But, he does want you to know that he would do anything for you. If you ever have a problem, he hopes that he’ll be the first person you come to, even if it’s just you needing a listening ear.

Ice: “I love every little thing about you.” Ice’s fingertips ghost delicately across your cheek and down your jaw, touch so soft it’s as if he’s afraid you might disappear right before his very eyes. He wears his signature shades, but you can still see the way his eyes admire you, flitting between your eyes to your nose to your lips, an affectionate reverence for each and every part of you. His hand rests on your neck as his thumb softly caresses your chin, and he can’t help the smile of complete adoration that overtakes him.

When Ice says he loves every little thing, he isn’t exaggerating. All your flaws and quirks, he wouldn’t give a single one of them up. He’s a man who accepts you completely and wholly. And he would spend the rest of his life ensuring that you see yourself in the light that he sees you in.

Jesse: “I love when you smile.” Jesse flops down on top of you lying down on the bed, resting his chin against your abdomen as he looks up at you with a cheeky, yet genuine, smile. In turn, you move your hand to brush through his blonde locks, and he leans fervently into your touch. You can feel the deep exhale he lets out. Jesse pushes himself up, hoisting himself to be positioned above you so that he’s now looking down at you. His own hand finds itself entangling with your hair, his eyes glued to that sweet, sweet smile on your lips.

Jesse isn’t someone who shows his affections through words, but nothing in the world makes his heart swell more than seeing your genuine smile. Especially if he was the cause of it. Your smile can instantly turn even his sourest of moods around. He spends his days chasing after the high of basking in your joy and happiness.

Ryu: “You’re my forever.” Ryu stands behind you, watching you from the mirror as you get ready to go out to dinner together. His hands find themselves snaking down to your hips, and his chin resting dutifully on your shoulder. He watches your shy reactions through the reflection, and the tiny smile that you can’t seem to hold back. His arms tighten as he pulls your back against his chest. You can feel his steady heartbeat. You lean your head against his and bask in the moment of utter tranquility with your lover.

Ryu doesn’t open himself up and give himself to others so willingly. You have to be a very special person to open up that side of him. So when he says ‘forever,’ he actually means ‘forever.’ He just hopes that you feel the same level of devotion, because he can’t imagine finding anyone like you again.

#high&low #high & low #high and low #high&low headcanons #high&low scenarios #fanfiction #headcanons #high&low fanfic #high&low imagines #high&low ice #high&low rocky #rude boys #oya high #daruma ikka #sannoh hoodlum squad #norihisa hyuga #hyuga norihisa #smoky #Smokey #amamiya hiroto #amamiya brothers #jdrama #j drama #yoshiki murayama #murayama yoshiki #high&low jesse #tatsuhito ryu #kuryu group #sword group #hilo

[kalmiafic]

WhAT IF ANGST,,, What if,, Big movie fight fucked up child and father relationship (draft of an idea I'm working on)

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Your feet dangled by the side of the building, the sun at it's peak, however the cold howling winds of winter wouldn't allow your body to grow warm even if you wished to– Your body spurred with bitterness and sorrow as you continued to scarf down your hamburger and milkshake, attempting to drown any negative emotions down with the food (failing as you did so)—

It was too quiet for you, the silence was so loud, it followed with the gushing of the wind, the atmosphere didn't feel like home, not like how it used to anyways— You sighed as you finished your meal, pinching the bridge of your nose– You let yourself live with the static of your mind for a moment before putting on your mask and leaping off, you couldn't stay in a universe for too long, he'd come running after, and you didn't want it, you never wanted to see his face again, not after knowing what he had done, what you had seen him do

‐ ★☆★-

It was terrible, really, you'd thought you'd seen it all with your father, but you were wrong, and for the first time, you wish you weren't—

You'd seen the animal your father had slowly build himself to become, how he treated people as far less than usual, how he'd snap at any small mistake or quick quip, throw things as an outlet for his (unjust) anger, how he'd almost become physical with others– And how his love and kindness for you slowly seemed to decay, turning into nothing more than dust in the wind-- Life drained from his soul before you could even reach out to help, for what?

An anomaly

One that had torn holes through the multiverse (although it wasn't really his fault, the poor boy), that "killed his own spiderman" (as your father put it), a kid that was a mistake, shouldn't have been made, born— You thought you could brush it off, you all did, thinking it was just another harsh Era, except this one was a little harder than the others, maybe it'd be over soon too, something you could laugh about later, dust it off your shoulder-

Until you had seen how angry, he had become, how he fought like an animal that tore through everyone and everything just to get his hands- no- claws and dig them at the boy's skin— Miles didn't deserve this, everyone knew, this was blown out of proportion, but it was too late, he was out for blood, eyes bloodshot with rage- How he'd carelessly treated Gwen and how bitter he was towards Peter, the one who had stuck by his side no matter what–

How coldly he treated you

His child, what he called his pride and joy

"I thought I raised you better than this, yet you're sticking by his side, aren't you?"-

You clenched your jaw at that, looking down, everyone stared at you both, almost expectantly, like something great would be spoken between you both and everyone would be released from the hectic situation, but instead the tension was thick, bubbling with so many emotions, and no sound ever came from your throat— You scoffed, your fists tight, you bit the inside of your cheek as to not yell at him, you turned on your heel as you heard him muttering something about 'disappointment'– That just made you speed walk, biting your bottom lip as you fought off tears

———

Miguel teleported to Earth-42 as he continued his chase, organizing a quick strategy as he did so— Utilizing his (so called) Gizmo to check all locations as he spoke with Jess and Ben--

"Hey Migueeeel!~"

His eye twitched in annoyance, now was not the best time for Lyla to be playful with him, she probably knew that‐ scratch that, she was sure of it, but chose to anyways, he'd probably have to update her later if she kept doing this–

"What now? Is it any updates on locations? Because if not I don't wanna hear it"— He pinched the bridge of his nose as he spoke

"Ouch, you don't wanna hear about how mini you ran off and can't be located currently? Alright then" — Lyla looked at her nails as she said that oh so nonchalantly, Miguel's heart dropped as his stomach churned-

" Send a crew to locate them immediately "

‐ ☆★☆ ‐

Miguel now lives with the burden of his words and the weight of his actions on his mind, running after you and chasing you endlessly, while you may never stop running away— Away from the beast's sharps claws and deadly teeth

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A/N; YES this is gonna be a full on fic and this is like? The intro to it? In a way? Yea, anyways get uh ready ig wooooo *expldoes*

#miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x y/n #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara angst #me when i resemble the pinch of bridge of nose as a child and father sorta thing smirks #anyways this is gonna be calledddddddd #★ Villain - Miguel & Child

[painandhatred]

Personally, I'd be interested in what you have to say about fatui! diluc

Please tell me more.

Well, first things first what kind of delusion would he have? i believed that fire would suit him the best. of course, i thought it would be silly to have a pyro delusion when he has a pyro vision. than a thought popped up that he could still be pyro but it would be a burning reaction.

while i know that dendro delusions haven't shown themselves just yet, i believe that it's just the case for now.

however, who will replace the man if he is gone off the rails? I will say Kaeya. in place of diluc, you will see more of kaeya there instead. Kaeya will build the connections that diluc has, he instead lead more of the night guard so people will be safe at night as well as the day.

of course he would be worried for his brother but at the end of the day he wouldn't hunt for his brother to come back. the last fight would be the reason to why, they wouldn't have the same relationship they do now. there is more tension so to speak.

though, i don't know much about diluc, probs just the basics cuz i main kaeya. Would welcome any information on him though.

Kaeya released a long and tired sigh as he glanced out of his window. Night had fallen awhile back but he knew he won't get as much rest today. Not after what the traveler informed him of the unexpected guest and bring news of someone he was once close to. He believes that Diluc had came back before, but it was more of a goodbye than anything.

Afterall, there was not a word spoken between the two but that didn't stop the fact that Diluc's vision had disappeared from the mansion. They didn't even see each other, yet Kaeya knew that is was goodbye.

He may have to prepare for a fight from Diluc one day, but he doesn't want to think about that at the moment. Closing his eyes for a sec only to see the man he was just thinking about. Standing on the roof with another figure underneath him, by the looks of it Diluc wasn't being nice to the individual.

Instead of calling for the guards to help catch the red haired man, he leaped into action. It wasn't because the fact that he just wanted answers, no. By the looks of it, it was as if the man would kill the person before him.

Once in reach, his attention mostly on Diluc and drew his sword knowing full well that the red man could block it. Panting heavily as their weapons clashed, "Come for vacation? I'd ask for you to please not harm our civilians, Mr. Ragnvindr."

The said man just scoffed, "You shouldn't defend an imposter of the creator. Death is all that should wait for them."

Blue eyes glancing at the third party and indeed it was like looking at the statues in the shrines of the creator. Retreating a bit back before slowly back before standing in front of the individual and he raised his sword to point at the man in red. "That is not for you to decide. Not when you threw out father's legacy. You threw out everything. Mondstadt will decide what to do with them. Not you, fatui."

The air around the two was tense each waiting for the move of the other, only for a bird to come and drop a letter. Diluc had glance over the contents after he grabbed it, releasing a sigh, "Knight of Favonius, always so inefficient. Do what you want with them, I have other matter to take care of than to deal with them."

Kaeya stood and waited for the man to leave before turning to the person behind him. Moving to carry them, so he can make sure the both of them reach down safely. Walking to the Knights of Favonius Headquarters, glancing at them making sure they don't run off somewhere, "we have some matter to discuss, don't we?"

#genshin impact #nihil.writes <3 #sagau #genshin impact sagau #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #sagau cult au #sagau x reader #diluc ragnvindr #diluc #kaeya alberich #Kaeya #x reader

[milogreer]

❥ my top ten redacted audio speakers !!

i’ve seen a bunch of people doing this so i wanted to join in! i love a bandwagon 😋

feisty werewolf; milo - i mean, come on. *gestures at my blog* look at me. milo very quickly took top spot, by the time i got to the panic attack audio i was like the rest of y’all can pack it up bc this guy’s got me hooked lmfao it was just so sweet to see a softer side of the guy who, at that point in the timeline, had mostly only been abrasive, cocky, and flirty. that accent also does everything for me. the exact moment i fell in love with him was when he said, “of course i’m not mad. i was worried - scared that you were hurt or something. but never mad.” 🫠💖

nervous air elemental; lasko - lasko… what can i say about lasko. he definitely awoke something in me lmao, initially i didn’t want to get into the elementals because meeting new people felt like a chore at the time but he immediately made me laugh and it was all downhill from there… i love that he’s kinda freaky and he makes me want to bite him in the non-canon audios, but even in prime universe he’s just so sweet and a really good friend. and his relationship with coworker makes me so proud of his development

arrogant incubus; gavin - i’ve said it before but gavin’s the reason i’m here! his hbs 2023 audio was my first audio of the channel, and to go back in time and watch his progression to that point was so heartwarming 🥺 him and freelancer are possibly the best pair in the universe, i just adore everything about them. gavin’s audios are actually the hardest ones for me to listen to because the love he has for freelancer is suffocating to witness in a really bittersweet way 😩

yandere cultist friend; blake - this one is um …. i never expected this HAHA when i first listened to the balance he really skeeved me out (as he should), but then mother mother released ‘explode!’ and for some unfathomable reason it got into my head as a blake song and i couldn’t dissociate it from him. on a second listen of the balance, i definitely appreciate his character more and the juxtaposition of him with elliott and sunshine vs bestie is so so interesting to me. i can’t even be mad at bestie because he’d have me wrapped around his finger too 🥲 rly nervous for his next story update

chaotic boyfriend; guy - BABYGIRL. humor is the biggest thing i look for in relationships both platonic and romantic and no one makes me laugh like guy does. he’s so my type and the way honey acts is literally how i am with guys i like, so guy audios are always so much fun to listen to 💖 and no BA hits quite like that pre-recorded one

i ended up talking more than i thought i would so the other half is under the cut!

it gets kind of messy in the second half because i think these could get shuffled around depending on my mood but for now these are my thoughts!

seer obscura; morgan - morgan is… captivating. i know he kinda only blew up after ‘time is a song’ but it’s with good reason; the atmosphere is so calming but also, like… there’s a longing to it, ykwim? the two of them being the only know seer obscuras naturally lends a hand to the tension between them. no one else understands their unique struggles - so when his new obscura acquaintance calls him up in the middle of the night asking for help and comfort, of course he isn’t going to say no. it’s such an intimate setting for their third audio together and you can feel the tension building the whole time up to “i want to know you.” it’s just a really good audio. very interested to see where his story goes

sarcastic inchoate demon; avior - THE SNARK. THE QUIET KINDNESS. THE MYSTERY. THE YEARNING. THE TRAGEDY. avior’s got it all. sovereign state had me on the edge of my seat the whole time and still does, honestly. his hbs rewind audio is one of my favorites; the effort and love he put into that little date to give starlight a reprieve from their shared hell… he is such a romantic 💖 there’s nothing quite like falling in love while stuck in an actual hell

unempowered boyfriend; geordi - he’s an interesting one for me bc my love of him is directly tied to cutie + cutie’s telepathy giving us a look into his head (i just melt over his whispered little i love yous and compliments). they have a fascinating and messy story that i live for even when it makes me sick lol i adore that they’re both flawed but that they’re taking steps to better themselves. it’s fun when couples in the redactedverse aren’t perfect but still try to be better out of love

mysterious stranger; hush - THE weird guy. within his first audio i went from being indifferent to charmed. i love a mystery and everything about him is mysterious, but he’s also so clueless sometimes that it’s like. so what if he tied doc to the bed in their first meeting, now he’s asking to hold their hand when he’s nervous. so what if his purpose is to free the sovereigns? he learned how to cook for doc. i can’t NOT love him

unknown yandere caller - i’m a ghostface fan, okay. and i’m a taurus. i like when people are obsessed with me 🤷🏼‍♀️ there’s just something so… like. listen. “you’ll start to expect me. you’ll start to crave me.” from the audio and “i know you’ll find them. and you’ll keep them. because they’re from me.” from his card? the arrogance. it’s bewitching. i need him back ASAP i don’t even care if he doesn’t get a real name, i just miss him. come back please 🙏🏻

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #yap yap yap girl be QUIET 😭 #i’ve spent most of today on this post smfh #sweetheart.txt #misc

[shibaraki]

HONEY TRAP ┊ AIZAWA SHOUTA

tags: suggestive, GN reader, mild descriptions of violence (excessive force + dislocation of shoulder), reader is a vigilante (with unnamed quirk), brief criticisms of hero system and quirk discrimination, sexual tension, strangers (enemies?) to lovers, kissing, morally grey relationship

wc: 2.3k

If it weren’t for the shift in atmosphere, you wouldn’t have ever known he was near. You can feel how the dipole between your bodies pulls taut, a frisson of excitement dipping the length of your spine. There’s an inexplicable magnetism begging to close the distance, an urge you want to indulge in but can’t, lest you have your arms broken three different ways. 

Instead you acknowledge him quietly, a breathless murmur, “Eraserhead”. 

You’ve been trying to bait him for over a week now. The initial embarrassment of it soon dissolved and you’d become admittedly shameless about using his patrol routes, even going as far as replicating his personal ciphers on every villain you apprehended so he would receive credit. He’s a stubborn man, busy too, so you knew you’d have to shorten his wick enough that he felt compelled to deal with you himself. 

“This was all a bit much, don’t you think?” he rasps.

There’s a low drawl to his voice, an air of sarcasm that releases the tension in your shoulders. You’re poised on the rooftops edge overlooking Naruhata, crouched with fingers hooked like talons into the brick wall, ready to leap over to the next building if his patience wore thin. Eraserhead was known for being more lenient on vigilantes than his daylight counterparts, but you also knew he wasn’t one for nonsense or disruption in his work. Both of which you were skilled at. 

At the very least, he didn’t seem angry. Exasperated at most — and you can’t help but to latch onto the slight endearment in his tone. “I’m not sure I know what you’re getting at,” you reply blithely. 

He huffs, but it sounds suspiciously like a laugh, “This one-sided cat and mouse game you’re playing is becoming a nuisance”.

You feel yourself pouting, avoiding his gaze and focusing on the streets below. Illuminated by dim white light, throngs of people stumble home arm in arm, pink cheeked and loose lipped. The night is cold, and you envy the sake warming their veins. 

“Mean,” you murmur, relinquishing some of your inner restraint to cast him a sidelong glance. He’s closer than you thought, standing two feet away with his arms folded across his chest. Despite your vision being adjusted to the darkness he still appears like a shadow. You’re surprised he hasn’t fallen into a defensive stance, nor does he have a hand ready on his capture weapon. 

Egregious yellow goggles pushed up onto his crown, dark hair no longer curtaining his face, this might be the most you’ve truly seen of him. The first time you crossed paths he’d wasted no time in grappling you; the scarf had been around your ankle and violently sweeping you off your feet without preamble. Though you couldn’t blame him, he had found you in a small warehouse full of Trigger after all. 

Eraser readily dislocated your shoulder that day, seating himself on your back to keep you pinned as you explained what you were doing there, ignorant to the pain. Just reconnaissance, just gathering information to hand off to the police anonymously, nothing more. At that point you’d only been participating in vigilantism for half a year, having slowly worked yourself up from good deeds that escalated with each favour. Every fight, every win, every life saved filled your belly until you were drunk with it. 

He didn’t believe a thing you said, but before he could interrogate you any further the yakuza lackeys had returned for the goods. You ran after helping to disarm them and felt the phantom of his weight for weeks. 

Admittedly, you were more than a little intrigued. The way he’d incapacitated you — bowing forward to speak roughly into your ear, his stubble scratching the cartilage as he spoke — still lingered under your bedsheets. By the third meeting he had taken to reminding you of the law. You appreciated that it felt informative, from a place of concern rather than condescension, but you were well aware of the legalities and told him as such. By the fifth he seemed resigned to accepting your tenacity, instead criticising the makeshift armour you wore for protection and asking about your quirk. 

Seeking infrared eyes over the lower half of the Oni mask worn to conceal your identity, you’d curved forward into his space until your chests touched. “You sure want to know a lot about me, don’t you?” 

He didn’t take well to flirting or to sudden contact, you learnt that sooner rather than later. Less that he didn’t like it, more that he didn’t know what to do about it. The broad, stern and scary Eraserhead would tuck his expression away behind his scarf with shoulders hunched to his ears, and your heart would swell. 

You didn’t get to see each other as often as you’d like. A few times a month at most. But with each encounter came the slow acknowledgment of a real, tangible connection between the two of you. He still manhandled you on occasion, amidst the adrenaline. Restrained or pushed aside whenever you got too reckless. Sometimes you bruised and sometimes you didn’t — you would exaggerate the injury regardless, and he would play along knowing it was a lie, just for the excuse to touch you again. 

Last you saw him, the months long build up crested. You’d removed your mask and kissed him, caked in dirt and blood in your teeth. He’s been avoiding you ever since. 

Thus, you turned to drastic measures. 

“This is hardly one sided,” you grin behind the mask and hope he can see it in your squint, “you chased me down in the end, like you always do”. 

“Forced me up here kicking and screaming more like,” he grumbles. The sole of his boots scuff against gravel once he approaches, the soft hair at your nape standing on end. You allow yourself to straddle the border of the roof as Eraser mirrors you, relaxed by his usual demeanour. No cuffs, no anger, no sign of taking you in. Just him, exactly how you wanted. 

“If you keep this up Tsukauchi will have you taken into custody. You've escalated. The villain you intercepted yesterday will never be able to use his right arm again,” he warns. 

Feigning innocence, you shrug under his pointed stare, extending your leg to gently nudge his calf. He doesn’t move away. “Good. Should’ve been both, so he’ll never put his hands on someone without their consent again,” you reply. 

He hums, the sound reverberating over distant drunken laughter. “That’s not your call,” turning his body to observe the group as they stumble past, you think he’s inclined to agree with you, even if he can’t say it.

“Then who’s call is it?” you exhale through the frustration, “sure as shit isn’t the daylights. Patrolling here gets them no coverage”. 

You feel him push back against your foot, rubbing along your ankle. “It’s not your call,” he reiterates, soft but firm with his instruction. “I don’t disagree, and I’ll gladly leave you to it with the excuse of self defence. But I can’t do anything once you’re arrested for using a quirk with intent to cause grievous bodily harm”. 

This is starting to sound frustratingly familiar. “You don’t know that, you’ve never even seen me use it. It could be that I don’t have one at all”. 

That gives him pause. He blinks away the dry irritation, brow pinched with genuine contemplation. “You’re quirkless?” he asks. 

“Would it be a problem for you if I was?” you return sharply, a test of the waters. You liked him, attractive and reluctantly indulgent with you as he was; most of all you enjoyed how different he seemed in comparison to any other hero you knew. Sometimes you could see yourself reflected in him, as if you were both closer to the blurred line than you realised. 

It would be disappointing if he held baseless prejudice. 

But where another might begin to spew insults or back away with uninformed fear, he is so clearly searching for the right thing to say. “Of course it wouldn’t. Obviously you’re more than capable without,” he blinks again as a chill is blown across the roof, sweeping the clouds above along with it and deepening the shadows beneath his eyes. “I’m just curious”. 

You nod, his answer relieving the defensive tension that had slowly wound itself back into your limbs. “You know, centuries ago humans made it to space. They climbed mountains and explored the oceans all without quirks…” a wistful air imbues your rambling, fingers wrung together and fidgeting in what felt like an unusually intimate moment. “I’m not quirkless, but I don’t rely on it all that much. I’m more than just that”. 

The corner of his mouth curves upwards and he regards you tenderly.  “You really are something else,” he mutters, “I wish you’d stop being so careless”.

Drawn towards the warmth in his voice, you stretch across to brace your palms atop the weathered edge, closing the distance. He doesn’t flinch. “Worried that you’d miss me if something happened?” you ask, tilting your head to play coy.

“No,” he says, though it doesn’t hurt, because he’s leaning forward, imperceptibly, just enough that your lungs stutter. “Though I’m sure you would miss causing me problems”. 

“You like it though”.

His jaw shifts, cheeks slightly pink and chill-bitten as he snorts, “Jury’s still out”. 

“Mean,” you quietly repeat, the old brick sharp beneath the pads of your fingers the more pressure you give. The only obstruction now is your mask; you reach behind your head to loosen the strap, letting it fall and hang against your sternum. Left behind is a tight sensation over the bridge of your nose, where the plastic had cut into skin. 

“If not, then why are we still sitting here? Shouldn’t you be putting me in cuffs?” 

“Do you ever stop talking?”

His stare lingers where you wet your lips, still wearing a barely there smile on the end of an amused exhale. You don’t know him all that well — don’t really, truly know the person that he is underneath the hero Eraserhead — but you can gather that he’s a man of few words. The subtle kindling of want in his expression tells you plenty. 

“I guess you’ll just have to shut me up”. 

His fingers are rough along your inner wrist as he idly traces the length of your forearm. You’re still steeped towards him, waiting as he weighs the consequences. If anyone were to peer up at the skyline, they’d find two solid silhouettes turned into one another, teetering on the edge of something more. 

“Any way I can do that without jeopardising my hero licence?” 

“You could be a coward and run off like last—!” 

Your lips part minutely as his nose bumps your cheek, nuzzling gently into the skin. Eraser lingers there, his breath ghosting the exposed curve of your throat, purposefully slow to unwind the spool of heat in your belly. Pressing a barely-there kiss by your mouth, you feel him grin at your sudden silence. 

“Troublesome,” he rasps, hand rising to cup your jawline and keep you from chasing for more. “I don’t think you appreciate what a risk this would be for me”. 

He’s big, warm and calloused; his hands say more about him than he realises. “I do because it’s exactly the same for me,” you sigh. Surrendering to his grip, you turn into the cradle of his palm like a contented cat, peering at him through half lidded eyes. “For all I know you were sent here to seduce me for information. Your charm has already tricked me into revealing my face”. 

“That’s some imagination you’ve got,” his laughter rings in your ears, a low rumbling in his throat that leaves you aching. Eraser angles himself just right, still smirking as your mouths fit together. Any initial hesitance quickly dissipates, the seam of your lips parting to meet his tongue, the hand by your cheek sliding to rest searing against your throat with a thumb pressed to your pulse. Greed swells and you feel insatiable; senses heightened as the breeze passes, strumming your centre of gravity. You fist the fabric of his jumpsuit with a sharp inhale, first steadying yourself on the edge, then feeling the firm muscle behind it. 

Cognisant of your precarious position, he wraps his other arm around your waist and cages you further into his space. You pull away for breath yet still whine his name in complaint — Eraser — and he clucks his tongue before dipping to briefly kiss you again, teasing and with finality. You knew he had to get back to his patrol, but that didn’t make it any less frustrating. 

“Aizawa,” he corrects. When you squint in confusion he adds, “next time call me Aizawa”. 

“Aizawa,” you mumble, rolling the name around your tongue and understanding the weight of what it means to hold it. Next time, he’d said. You watch him get back to his feet with a sense of restlessness, but the trust he’s given you is enough to sate the dissatisfaction. “Is it really alright for you to tell me that?” 

He glances back at you, all teeth as he readies himself to jump over to the next roof, “Why, should I be scared?”

Following his leave you bring your mask up to cover the lower half of your face, and subsequently, your lovesick grin. Just as the clasp is secured at the back of your head, a drunken brawl begins in the narrow alley across the street. In your descent, you can’t help but to laugh at his parting words. 

“If anyone’s the honey trap here, it’s you”.

#bnha x reader #aizawa shouta x reader #aizawa x reader #mha x reader #m.aizawa

[bluedalahorse]

Hi! I was wondering, what do you think Simon and Sara’s relationship is going to look like in season 3? It’s been shown that they had a really strong connection as siblings but do you think that might be permanently broken? I hope that you are having a wonderful day!!

Ahh, thank you for this message! And I very much love talking about the Eriksson siblings, so your ask has made my day.

As a heads up, I write from Sara’s POV in the longfic I share with @heliza24, and as such tend to think of a lot of the events in Young Royals from Sara’s point of view first. So this response may be more about her than about Simon, since I am wholly unused to thinking of things from his perspective. I invite some of my more Simon-savvy folks to weigh in on his behalf, if they see one of my points that they could build on. I have also linked some of my past metas in case they are illuminating.

So I am thinking—hoping—that the resolution to the Eriksson siblings falling out will be one of the major plotlines in season 3. I imagine that they will reconcile with one another, but I also imagine that Lisa will make us stress our way through it, because she takes great pride in playing with our emotions and making us cry.

Before I talk about season 3, I want to talk a little bit about what gets established as true in season 1. While Simon and Sara do have a strong bond with one another, there are also unspoken tensions running through their relationship from the beginning. Simon’s been parentified into a role where he thinks he has to look after Sara and help her find friends and be successful at school. Meanwhile, Sara wants to be more independent and have a chance to define herself outside of her home and her family. Sometimes this comes out in messy ways, like when she talks about her cheap riding pants. I also think about what’s unspoken, like when Simon has Rosh and Ayub wish Sara a happy birthday. This is an incredibly sweet gesture on Simon’s part. At the same time, I can imagine it was potentially pretty embarrassing for Sara throughout her teenage years to have no friends of her own, such that her brother attempts to share his friends with her.

On one hand, Sara and Simon celebrate one another’s happiness. Simon is glad to see Sara becoming friends with Felice, Sara teases Simon in a loving way when she figures out his relationship with Wilhelm is taking off. On the other hand, they are also starting to keep secrets from one another. Simon’s going to see his father, for instance. While on the surface, that’s mostly about the “business” of the money and the booze and so on, I think there’s also a part of Simon that misses connecting with his father over music and other things. There is a part of him that wants things to be better, who (based on what Ayub says, anyway) always ends up disappointed. Meanwhile, I would argue that Sara and August are already developing attraction to one another before the video gets released. Even without the video release happening it’s likely more would have happened between them and that this would have affected Sara’s relationship with her family and friends, although it would have happened in a very different way.

ANYWAY. Part of the reason I’m bringing up this rehash of season 1 in the first place is that I think we as a fandom tend to idealize that scene with Sara teasing Simon about being in love with a prince. And it’s incredibly cute! It’s easy to feel sympathy for Sara in that moment because she’s doing something a lot of members of fandom would do in her place. Wouldn’t we all love to tease Simon about being in love with Wille? 

Outside of that scene, though, there are other moments where the Eriksson siblings aren’t quite on the same page, or there’s tension between them that’s going to come out in other ways later. Not because one or both of the Eriksson siblings is evil, but because they’re both growing up and figuring out who they are and what they value, with all the mistakes along the way that entails. Even if the video never got released, they still would have had to reconcile the different people they are becoming and the different ways they grapple with their family history of trauma. August is not the root of the tension between them, but he is the catalyst that brings that tension to the surface. In another situation, it might have been something else. I think any good reconciliation scene has to have that complex understanding of their season 1 relationship lying underneath it if it’s going to feel satisfying.

As for paths to reconciliation, I can’t say I know exactly how things are going to play out. I have a few thoughts about what sorts of plot points could make for good storylines (they don’t all need to happen, these are just different ideas I could see working) and a few things I don’t want to see happen onscreen. So I’ll organize them into bullet points below.

Things I’d be interested in seeing happen with the Eriksson siblings:

I keep wondering if Sara might run away or disappear for a while at the beginning of season 3 in a way that has people close to her worried. At the end of season 2 she’s costumed in a way that feels stuck between worlds, wearing the half of her Hillerska uniform without insignia and the purple jacket that matches her brother’s signature color. I don’t know if I believe Sara was taking that suitcase back to Linda’s house, at least not long term. I can see her trying to run away from everything. A situation like that could shake things up for both Simon and August and force them to talk to one another in situations that don’t involve rowing or drug intrigue, and that could make for interesting interpersonal drama. Like a scene where August and Simon actually have to interact honestly and there’s impassioned yelling of truths? Give it to me. I’m honestly more excited for that than I am for sweet Wilmon moments, because I’m 99% certain I’m getting enough sweet Wilmon moments to make me happy, but I don’t know if I’m getting anything equivalent to the “Simon beats up August in a field and then August rocks and cries” scene we see in 1.3, and I love that scene.

I’d also love a series of events where Wilhelm and Sara get to know one another more, and Wilhelm then acts as the person who helps the siblings reconcile. There’s a reason the writing team has gone out of their way to keep Wilhelm and Sara from interacting for so long, and it’s probably because they have some deeply significant interaction planned between them. Wilhelm would also be motivated to help Simon and Sara reconcile because he knows what it feels like to lose a sibling. And I think it would help Sara to get to know Wilhelm, too. She doesn’t know much about him the way the audience does. At the beginning of season 2, Sara isn’t super trustful of Wilhelm, and given what she knows about him, this actually makes perfect sense. I can see his coming out speech at the end of season 2 as something that lays the foundation for her to trust him more fully, though of course their relationship would need to be built up over time.

A storyline where Sara is pregnant could theoretically be on the table. This one opens up thematic questions about adulthood and whether we can break generational cycles, and that could be the catalyst for some worthwhile Sara-Simon conversations. If Sara decides to seek an abortion, she might be in a position where she confides in Simon about that. This could shift the calculus of their relationship a bit—before, Simon’s protectiveness  of Sara, although well-intended, has always had him responding to her as if she is younger, or at least less mature. Yet this would be a situation that they could respond to as young people entering adulthood, perhaps more as equals. Alternately, combining this idea with the idea above, what if through a series of events it ends up being Wilhelm who finds out that Sara is pregnant and supporting her through the abortion process? There’s potential there, too.

If Sara doesn’t run away, she may try to move in with her father. I know a lot of people don’t think it’s likely, but she went through enough life-changing things last season. If she doesn’t feel comfortable going home to Linda, maybe she feels like going to her dad is the only place she can go. This could also push her relationship with Simon in new directions, and push them to have some needed conversations.

Overall, I would also like Sara and Simon to realize that they have some important things in common, and that they are more alike than they are different. Both of them are deeply empathetic and caring, but also at times guarded because of their past traumas. Also for fuck’s sake they somehow managed to fall in love with the teen boys who were first and second in line for the throne, and yet neither of them comes across as particularly monarchist. There’s got to be a dark humor in that, right? I hope we get a scene where they’re able to laugh about that—not in a way that trivializes it, but in a way where you feel the gravity of their situation sinking in.

Things I don’t want to see happen:

I do not want to see Sara get a Dorothy Gale, humbling, click-your-heels ending where she’s back home and everything reverts back to “status quo” and we’re supposed to assume she’s happier, and it’s only then that she can reconcile with Simon. I especially do not want to see this in a universe where it looks like Simon’s going to end up an internationally renowned music star or Prince Consort or both. I just feel like this happens to female characters a lot, and so many female character arcs are about being humbled. It’s easy to think of the part of herself Sara shows at Hillerska as “not the real Sara” but… Sara is eighteen. She’s figuring out who she is. I think Sara At Home and the Sara At Fancy Boarding School are both real, in a way, and she’s figuring out how to integrate those aspects of her personality that are in conflcit. Maybe this is something I feel strongly about because of the way school, and especially university, helped me express sides of myself that I wasn’t able to express at home growing up. But if the message we get sent about Sara is that only her brother and her mother knew the “real her” and she should just be humble or whatever, I will eat an entire bar of soap out of rage or something.

Likewise for the show using rhetoric along the lines of, oh no, poor little naive neurodivergent Sara did not know August was a big meanie manipulative predator, gosh isn’t it great that we have confirmed that she was enough of a Virginal Ingenue for Simon to forgive her. Sara is neither a Virginal Ingenue who is fully pure of heart nor a Wicked Jezebel who intended to wreck her brother’s life so she could get laid in a fancy dorm room. Sara and August’s relationship was as complex and fascinating as Wilhelm and Simon’s even if the season 2 outcome was more negative by the end, and there are a lot of ways that the two mirror one another. I don’t want Simon to be like “oh I get it now, I can forgive you because you were a manipulated, perfect victim.” That would just feel… icky? And it would flatten what I see as an important connection between the siblings.

For the love of Freya and Epona, I do not want Sara to die. I don’t think she will, I think there was some interview where Omar said that no one was dying, and I hope I’m right about that. That would feel even more icky than the two plot points above, and it might be one of the few things that could kill my love of this series.

One thing that worries me about season 3 is that we really don’t have much indication of what Sara’s arc is going to be yet. There hasn’t been much promo material with Frida compared to the other actors and one news release way back in the day even listed her as “recurring.” Which, as one of Sara’s most steadfast enjoyers on tumblr, freaks me out a little. These promotional details would make sense in a “Sara runs away” scenario or perhaps a “Sara goes back to Marieberg” scenario.

Whatever the case, I hope Sara isn’t sidelined. I don’t think she will be—Lisa clearly has as much love for her as she does for the other characters—but I sometimes worry that if she were sidelined, fans wouldn’t care as long as Wilhelm and Simon got to kiss one another onscreen enough times and go on cute dates. Ultimately, though, I have to tell myself that this worry is all in my head, and that most fans in the fandom want to see Sara have a meaningful arc, and want Simon and Sara to have a chance to reconcile. So now all that’s left to do is wait and see what the new season yields, I guess?

In the meantime, we can always write fic about the two of them reconciling and see how close we get to canon!

#young royals #sara eriksson #simon eriksson #my meta #asks #thank you for asking i hope this answers your question!

[bropunzeling]

7, 15, 21

7. How do you choose which POV to write from?

the pov basically always comes with the concept to me? like, once i start thinking through a concept and get into the details of the plot and emotional arc it basically is like, well, this is a leon pov, or this is a jamie pov. part of that is certain povs are easier for me to write from (brady tkachuk what is the interior of your brain like inquiring minds want to know) but part of it just comes with the concept - the narratively interesting pov is always pretty clear to me from the get-go, and once i know it's impossible to do it from the other side.

15. How do you write smut scenes? Do you get very visual or detailed? How important is it to be realistic?

ok so this is like, a multi-step process lmao:

first, outlining/figuring out the goal of the scene. this happens before any actual writing; when i outline i always know where i'm going to have a full-blown sex scene, and a rough sense of what it needs to do for the plot. imo sex scenes should always have a purpose -- the purpose can be sexy! but should not be shoehorned in because it's expected or whatever.

next: we are about to write the sex scene. this is when i look at my outline and really nail down what the scene needs to do: what happened before? what will happen next? where are we - arena? hotel? somewhere else? this is often when i figure out roughly which sex acts are going to happen. if it's at an arena or somewhere else where time/privacy is limited, probably blow jobs or hand jobs. if at a hotel or someone's house, can take more time/do more involved things. setting also helps me determine the level of intimacy of the relationship - new location means new dimension to the relationship, a step up in vulnerability

then, set-up. i love building up to a sex scene. did they play a game beforehand; is one of them pissed off about that? are they having a conversation. were they with a group or alone together. how will we get to the physical location. are they touching? where? will they kiss before they get there? i honestly spend a ton of time on this part because i think it might matter more than the sex? without the sense of tension there's no sense of narrative release

then: the sex! this is the part where the outline comes back in. how did they feel about each other going in? how will they feel coming out? what physical acts or sensations or words could act as a turning point? i rely a lot on physicality, noise, texture to indicate feelings. i pick phrases because they sound hot and then come back to worry about the logistics during editing lol. what is the non-pov character thinking? this is so important because often i'm writing two characters approaching sex from opposite places, so i need it to be clear to me (and the reader) who is feeling what, and what aspects might be noticed by my pov character vs not. then i put on heat waves and listen to it 30 times in a row and hope for the best

21. Would you ever collaborate with another writer for a story?

yes!!!! i haven't ever published a collab before but i think it would be really fun and a neat challenge

#ask meme

[laurfilijames]

Shelter From The Storm

Part 1

Pairing: Will Johnson x female reader

Words: 4,886

Warnings: mentions of blood and healing gunshot wounds, hunting, swearing, drinking, infidelity in a past relationship.

Summary: A lost hiker caught in the middle of a severe storm stumbles upon Will Johnson’s cabin nestled in the remote wilderness, seeking refuge from the elements, where both end up finding solace in each other. Tension builds as the storm rages on, leaving them with nothing but time to indulge in their curiosities.

A/N: I couldn’t help myself and wrote a fic with the “there was only one bed” trope. This has been in the works for a while now and I finally found motivation to move on it! To my own surprise it ended up turning into a monster that will have at least 3 chapters. Lots of smut to come!

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Will sat staring into the fire he had just finished stoking, his body already tired from the simple task of collecting and chopping a few pieces of wood, a disgruntled sigh blowing through his nostrils at the thought of it not being enough to keep the fire burning through the night. He rubbed a hand carefully over his aching side, knowing he'd have to go back out shortly to repeat the task.

His head tipped toward the floor, feeling completely deflated at the state he found himself in, but at least he was alive, he thought. Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a spot of his own blood left uncleaned on one of the worn floorboards, having missed it earlier in his attempt to erase the memories of him laying there shot and bleeding just weeks ago, the blood dried and stubborn to scrub out, proving that job to be worse than preparing the fire.

"Ah, for fucks sake!" he hissed, giving the table leg in front of him a kick which only added to his agony. He growled out and doubled over, a sharp pain ripping through his torso, making him wonder just how long it would take for him to fully heal.

Standing slowly from his chair, he walked stiffly over to the kitchen area, the short steps it took to get there enough to have him grip the counter for support as he waited for the dizzying wave of pain to pass.

He let out a shuddering exhale and grabbed the bottle of single malt whiskey that sat half full on a shelf, pouring it into the same glass he used the night before with a shaking hand. Will knew he wasn't supposed to drink while taking the pain medication he was prescribed, but with them providing barely any relief, he preferred the effects of the whiskey anyway. He downed the liquid and closed his eyes as the warmth coursed through him and prayed that something else would provide his body and mind some sort of alleviation once the whiskey was gone and the pain meds ran out.

Will took a moment to pause, reflecting as he looked at his surroundings, thinking how even though his last memories in the cabin weren't the happiest ones, he felt comforted being back. The weather worn, wood plank walls and the steel roof he'd helped repair more times over the years than he could count gave him a sense of ease, a sense of home, this place having concealed him from weather and kept him warm every time he came out to hunt.

It was his first choice of places to go when he was released from hospital, knowing he could find solace in the isolated shack, far away from everyone and everything else, the only reminder of the trouble he had found himself caught up in being the state it was left in. It would take a bit to get it back to how it was, and with having to move as slow as he did it would take even longer, but in the meantime he temporarily sealed the broken windows with plastic sheets and cleaned his blood off the floor. It would be cold, he thought, looking at how the wind was already rippling the material on the empty panes, knowing there would be frequent storms coming in this time of year, but he always managed.

Will swallowed what was left in his glass, hoping to manifest that type of warmth on the cold nights ahead, and looked over to the fire that already required more of his efforts. He sighed and took a moment to psych himself up again before stepping back outside, his body already complaining at having to ready more firewood.

This was by far your worst idea yet. Maybe not compared to dating that slug of a man for so long, but this was not much better. A gust of wind tore through you, your 'windproof' jacket doing nothing to shield your body, and you paused and wrapped your arms tighter around yourself before making your feet carry you forward again. Another blast of wind pushed against you, and you watched your feet step sideways from the force of it, the long grasses you were tramping on blowing almost flat against the ground.

You squinted and looked up at the sky, having to hold your toque in place so the wind didn't rip it right off your head as you tried to see if this weather was close to passing even though you knew it wasn't. The clouds had long hidden any traces of the sun and it seemed they turned darker with the current; the threat of rain or snow, or both imminent.

The further you walked, the further it seemed you brought yourself closer to any sort of civilization, and your hopes of finding shelter before nightfall were quickly fading. A shiver ran down your damp spine at the thought of being outside all night in the dark, vastness of wherever this was between Middlemarch and Queenstown, if that even was the area you still found yourself to be lost in. Rain drops began to pelt your face in waves of harsh pellets, the sound of them mocking you as they hit your coat in hard pings, and at that point you let out a noise of your own that was somewhere between a cry and a scream, the wind so loud it drowned you out from being heard.

All you wanted to do was go hiking for a couple of days, desperate to prove to yourself that you weren't some spineless woman to sit around and let life pass her by while her so-called boyfriend went and slept with every other woman on the planet. It had been a last-minute decision after you broke up with him, needing to get away to clear your head, and although you thought you had prepared enough for this soul-searching adventure, you really hadn't. Yes, you had a tent stowed away in your backpack, but the way the weather was turning out it wouldn't really make a difference. Despite checking your phone every two minutes, there was still no signal, and the last time you pulled out your map it was stolen out of your hands by the wind and you watched in defeat as it sailed high above you and far over the valleys that surrounded you.

Self-pity began to soak into you faster than the rain did; did you really deserve all of this? To be mistreated for years and when finally able to gain enough courage to stand up for yourself and do something you could be proud of, mother nature swooped in to point and laugh at you.

Tears began to mix with the water that streaked your cheeks, and you wiped them away furiously in determination not to give up.

You adjusted the heavy pack on your back, pulling the straps over your shoulders that had slipped off a bit, and you let out a steadying breath; you could do this. You had to do this.

The temperature was dropping quickly, and although your toes began to feel numb in your boots, you moved them forward one step at a time.

Your tired legs carried you over the next hill, and you nearly collapsed when your eyes caught sight of something up ahead in the distance. You rubbed them, just to make sure the rain hadn't blurred your vision, and blinked when what you thought you saw was still there.

A cabin nestled in a valley sat warm and waiting; smoke billowing out of a small vent on the roof, a warm glow emitting from tiny windows from what had to be a roaring fire that you could already feel licking at your cold skin. You trudged ahead at the quickest pace you'd set so far, desperate to get closer and make sure this wasn't the equivalent of a mirage in the desert, an illusion of a sanctuary to tease you into walking further into the vast wilderness.

Your cheeks burned from the wind and the cold rain stung them, the combination enough to make you feel insane, but you pressed on. Before long your feet pounded across the rickety, wood floorboards of the porch that was attached to the front of the small cabin, and without hesitation your hand rapped on the door.

The wind howled and whistled through the crack in the door, sending a shiver down Will's back as he laid in bed, doing his best to fall asleep to help pass the time and ease his boredom. A week had slowly passed since he arrived back at the cabin, but with all the rest he'd allowed himself, his body was already feeling stronger. He stretched his arms over his head, a dull ache pulling down the length of his side, moving a hand to gently probe his wounds. Despite the advice of his doctors, he chose to be dismissed from the hospital early, preferring to be bored and lonely here as opposed to being poked and prodded endlessly. He could look after himself just fine, he always had anyways.

He glanced out the window beside the bed, unsure if the sky was turning dark from the sun setting or from the approaching storm. Warnings and alerts had lit up his phone only hours before any signal was completely lost, cautioning about the severity and the possibility of it lasting days. Rain, snow and hail were all expected along with strong winds, and Will found himself almost welcoming it.

Night was creeping in quickly, and although the bitter cold of the storm bit through the warmth the fire was providing, he welcomed laying here rather than in that starchy hospital bed. Eventually he would recover enough to go out hunting, and he looked forward to that more than anything, knowing there was little else that would heal better than being out in the fresh air and remote scenery. Will sighed and closed his eyes, taking in the sound of the wind and heavy rain, his body beginning to relax into the mattress to feign away the pain and lull him into sleep.

After being asleep for what only felt like minutes, Will sat up, hearing footsteps move across the porch above the noise from the storm, and a moment later a loud and desperate sounding knock hammered on the door. With a grumble he swung his legs off the bed, the action making him pause as the stitch in his side reminded him of the last time someone unexpectedly came to this door.

Hesitating only a moment, he gripped the handle and pulled open the door, revealing you - soaked from the rain - standing on the other side.

You smiled despite the frantic look on your face, which quickly changed to relief upon seeing him.

"Hi…" he got out, almost stunned.

"I'm sorry, I was hiking and got caught in the storm," you got out in a hurry. "I'm a little lost and I'm just looking for a place to stay until it passes, I-"

"Hey, hey, it's alright, come in," he cut you off, stepping aside to let you rush past him.

"Thank you!" you said genuinely, looking now as if you were about to cry you were so relieved, moving to stand awkwardly in the middle of the cabin as he turned to close the door.

"How long have you been out there?" Will asked, taking in your weather-worn and shivering state.

"Since this morning."

It had rained most of the day, and the temperature had dropped drastically in the last few hours, the rain having changed to hail and snow, amazing Will that you had made it this far.

"Jesus Christ, you're lucky you're not dead," he said in shock.

A giggle formed out of mutual disbelief came out of your mouth and immediately the severity of your situation hit you. Your lip trembled slightly and you wrapped your arms around yourself, every part of you shaking like a leaf.

"Come sit by the fire," Will instructed, pulling one of the kitchen chairs out for you to sit on. "And take off that coat, it's only making you colder."

You did as you were told, discarding your backpack and wet jacket to pile on the floor before sitting on the chair provided and scooching it closer to the stove, placing your hands in front of it to help warm them.

"What's your name?" he asked, leaning against the brick partition that encased the fireplace, looking at you curiously. You watched him smile when you told him between the chattering of your teeth, his gaze making you slightly nervous as you noticed how blue his eyes were. "I'm Will," he then explained, his smile spreading further on his face to reveal dimples hidden beneath his short beard.

"It's nice to meet you, Will," you said, smiling up at him, thankful already for his hospitality. "I promise I'll be out as soon as the storm dies down," you said in a rush, feeling guilty for imposing.

"Well, I don't think it's passing any time soon," Will said, glancing out the window at the flurries blowing past.

You hummed, rubbing your arms as you looked around the room. The cabin was small, only a table with a few chairs, the fireplace, a tiny kitchen area and a lone bed tucked in the corner.

"From what I've heard this storm is supposed to last a few days-"

You turned to look at him with panic, which only made him chuckle and shake his head. "It's fine. You can stay as long as you need to. There's no point going back out there and risking your life again." When his words only appeared to slightly comfort you he continued, "I have plenty of food, don't worry."

You sighed and looked down at the floor, wondering exactly how a couple of days in this cabin with him would go. Accepting your fate, you tugged the toque off your head that was heavy with water, spinning it once in your hands.

"Do you live here?" you finally asked, wanting to break the silence and learn more about your new roommate.

"I do, yeah."

"Alone?"

He grinned again and nodded his head, "Yeah." He turned and walked over to sit on one of the other chairs, leaning back so his head rested against the wall behind him. "So what brings you out here?"

You smiled and hummed, laughing at yourself and your stupidity. "I just needed to get away. Clear my head..." Your gaze dropped to your hands that were nearly blue from the cold, fidgeting with them in your lap, not wanting to meet his piercing eyes you could feel staring at you. You felt embarrassed, fearing he would judge you and your inexperience that could've left you dead in the middle of nowhere from hypothermia.

"Well, this area is a very good place to do that," he said with understanding. "When the weather is better, mind you." He chuckled and you looked up, biting your lip to stifle your own laugh but unable to due to liking how much his laugh sounded.

You finally allowed yourself to take a good look at him, admiring his rugged, manly appearance. He looked like he could model for an outdoors magazine, like he was made for this setting, years in the elements gracing him rather than wearing him down.

Already you liked the lines that spread out in fine cracks around his eyes when he smiled or laughed, the colours in his beard that showed some of his age and looked impossibly soft, the way the thick skin on his neck creased when he moved and had you eager to know how it smelt.

You peeled your eyes away from him despite not wanting to, instead taking in the items that adorned the small space like the various rifles and knives, even some antlers that hung proudly on the wall that told of past victories.

"You're a hunter?"

"Yeah," he confirmed, following your sightline that rested on the antlers of the very first buck he tagged when he was twelve years old. "I used to only come out here for hunting, but I decided to sell my house in Dunedin and move out here full time."

"But it's so small, so remote," you blurted out, "is there even plumbing?"

You glanced over to look at him when he didn't answer right away, realizing how rude you sounded. "Sorry!"

"No, no, it's fine," he chuckled. "There is technically plumbing, yes, but no real bathroom. Not yet, anyway. I've got a lot of work ahead of me."

"You'll do it all yourself?"

"I'm surprisingly handy," he smirked, and you weren't sure if the thought of him working with his hands and getting sweaty or the way his dimples peaked out when he smiled like that made pressure pull in your core.

"I bet it'll be really nice. I mean, it is really nice already-"

"Don't worry, I'm not offended. It's a simple way of living, and exactly what I need right now."

"Well, right now this is my favourite place in the world," you said, bringing your hands closer to the fire.

Silence filled the room, the sound of the logs cracking in the stove keeping you entranced for a moment before Will's buttery voice filled the small room again.

“Your boyfriend must be wondering where you are?”

Looking over at him to see his head cocked to the side with what looked like a hint of confidence filling his expression, you raised your eyebrows.

“Clever. I’m newly single, actually.”

"Is that all part of the "needing to clear your head" thing?" he asked, not mockingly, even though that is what you half expected.

All you could do was nod and stare back into the fire, the fresh wounds carved into your heart and your pride reminding you of their presence with a sting.

"Well whoever he was I'm sure he's a complete wanker."

You huffed out a laugh, easily agreeing with him, your heart feeling less torn just by hearing a simple sentiment from a man you didn't know. "The biggest one."

You didn't really know how much time had passed since arriving at the cabin, sitting and talking easily with him, but even with such a nice distraction, the cold you felt was still stuck in your bones. You shivered and rubbed your hands on your thighs a few times to create friction, automatically grabbing Will's attention.

"You're not warming up at all, are you?" he asked with concern.

"I'm fine," you lied, a chill causing your body to visibly shudder.

Will stood from his chair and began working at the buttons on his flannel shirt, revealing a white t-shirt beneath, and you sat stunned as you wondered what he was doing.

"Here, take this, it's warm," he explained, shrugging carefully out of it with what looked like pain on his face. You went to question him, and also protest, but soon he was standing before you, holding it out for you to take. The warmth from his body heat radiated into your icy hands as soon as you grabbed it, and you knew just how good it would feel on your skin. The shirt you wore that was beneath your sweater and jacket had become wet as well, so you swiftly lifted them over your head and hung them on the chair to dry before donning his soft, warm one.

You could feel his eyes on you the whole time, watching you stand momentarily in nothing but your bra and pants, but you didn't care. To be honest, you even welcomed it. When your eyes cast up to meet his again after fastening the buttons, the expression on his face and look in his eyes made your stomach flip and mouth go dry.

"Better?" he asked in a low tone, his voice heavy with lust.

"Mhm, thank you." Your voice was barely above a whisper, and for a moment you caught yourself wanting to close the space between you and sit yourself on his lap, carding your hands through his thick hair as you kissed his inviting lips, but then you remembered the way he had moved carefully like he was in pain when he took off his shirt and what looked like bandages that lay hidden beneath his t-shirt.

"What happened to you?" you asked, not to be nosy, but out of worry.

He grinned crookedly and chuckled, absently running his hand over his side as if checking that the bandages were actually there. "I got caught up in a situation."

You tilted your head, squinting at him slightly. "What situation would that be?"

He sighed, accepting that he might as well tell you. "I got shot."

"You- what?" You found yourself standing to walk over to him, wanting to see for yourself.

"I was shot with a shotgun," he repeated, pulling at the edge of his shirt to lift it enough for you to see the bandages. "Ten pellets littered into my side at close range." He looked up at you with an innocence in his eyes as you automatically reached out to trace your fingertips over where his wounds lay just beneath the wrappings.

"Was it a hunting accident?"

"Uhh…" he started, and you could see the hesitation in his features, but when he looked back up at you something gave and you knew he was going to tell you the truth. "You've heard of Lola and Chelsea?"

Your eyes widened and your hand moved from his torso to cover your mouth in surprise. "Yes!"

He laughed, "Well, it wasn't them, but someone who was trying to kill them. Anyway...I got mixed up in their mess and this is how I ended up." Will could almost see the wheels turning in your mind, as if you were trying to assess if you had just put yourself in some sort of danger by being here. He looked at you again, seriously this time, licking his lips before he spoke as he pulled his shirt back down. "They're not bad people, you know."

Your eyes searched his for a minute, making him furrow his brow slightly when your expression began to show you might not trust him, and who was he to blame you.

"I never said they were."

Will nodded his head slowly in surprise, tucking in his lips.

"I'm not either."

"I never thought so," you replied sincerely, moving to take your seat again in the chair beside the fire.

Suddenly your brain registered that your pants were clinging to your skin, the wet from them making your skin feel clammy and desperate to be dry, and you abruptly stood again to tear them off of you frantically.

"Erm, are you okay?" Will asked, sitting up a bit straighter in his chair.

"I just need out of these, my skin feels like it's about to fall off," you huffed out, laying the soppy material out on the floor to dry in the glow of the fire. Thankfully, his shirt covered your upper body, the hem of it laying to rest just above your bum with how largely it hung on you.

You sat again and scooched even closer to the hearth, the flames heating your skin in the way you craved it to. Even still, the cold lingered, the backs of your legs exposed to the cooler air in the cabin that snuck in through the windows and boards that made up the walls, and you tucked your legs up onto the seat of your chair, trying to curl your body closer into itself. You took a deep breath in, and with that you momentarily forgot the cold, instead taking in the scent of him emitting off his shirt; a faint smell of pine and citrus that was likely his deodorant mixing with a natural musk that made your head spin a bit.

Will felt like he might burst at the seams, watching twice now as you stood half dressed in his cabin, wearing his shirt, the way it covered your body- or just barely- making him fidget in his seat. He took a deep breath and tried to prevent his mind from wandering, but it was impossible. A gorgeous woman stumbles upon a lonely man's cabin in the middle of nowhere, both single, this was basically a porno in the making. He rubbed his hand roughly through his hair before smoothing it back, steeling himself to look at you again and ignore the growing friction in his pants. When he did look at you, he was surprised to see you alternating between still rubbing your hands together and now blowing on them, the cold having soaked so deep in you it was impossible to shake.

"Here, let me." He stood and dragged his chair to land beside yours, sitting so close his knee nudged against yours when you placed one of your legs back on the floor.

Warm hands encased yours, the calluses and rough skin feeling nice somehow, and slowly Will brought them to his mouth, blowing his hot air in the opening where his own left a small space in covering yours. You turned in your seat to face him rather than the fire, sliding forward so your bum was on the very edge of the chair, bringing yourself closer to the man who's blue eyes beckoned you like magnets.

Will continued to warm your hands, never once stopping from watching you.

"That feels good," you whispered, surprising yourself a little that the words in your head left your mouth.

"Hmm, good," Will purred back, his lips ghosting on the side of your hand as he revealed them a little more.

It felt like your heart was going to leap out of your chest, the way he was looking at you combined with how he moved to carefully kiss each one of your knuckles causing you for the second time that night to want to leap on him and kiss him.

You swallowed hard, trying to find your voice again before losing all hope in keeping your composure.

"How did you get the cuts on your head?" you wondered out loud, needing to draw both of your focus elsewhere.

Faded bruises and scabs remained on his right temple, appearing older than the gunshot wounds he mentioned only happened a couple of weeks ago.

"I rolled my truck."

You looked at him with shock and sympathy, which only made him chuckle quietly and continue. "And then I got into a fight."

"All of this before getting shot?" you asked in alarm.

"Yeah," he said with a shrug, as if none of it surprised him anymore.

"That's a lot to happen to one person," you said, almost to yourself, pulling a hand out from his gentle grasp to smooth your fingers over the lingering scars of what was apparently the lesser of his hardships.

"I'm fine." He quietly waved it off, and you wondered just how many times in his life he had to say that. Wanting to kiss away every bit of pain and suffering he'd ever experienced, your body pulled toward Will's, catching sight of the way his eyes flickered between your lips and your eyes, as if he was thinking the same thing. Your eyes closed, waiting to feel his lips meet with yours, but opened again when a log in the fireplace cracked and made you jump slightly.

You looked up to see Will remaining in the same position, his expression mixed between a calm confidence and bubbling lust that boiled below the surface of his thick skin.

"I bet you're tired," he said, breaking what seemed to be a kind of spell cast between you, his voice gravelly and barely above a whisper.

You hummed, watching as he stood and made his way to the bed and climbed in, leaving room for you to join.

You looked at him nervously and remained in your seat, unsure what to do.

"Look, I know this is cliche, but there's only one bed, and neither one of us deserves to sleep in a bloody chair."

You stood, a disbelieving giggle escaping your lips as you bit your lower one, taking a step toward the bed before stopping and looking back at the fire. Every fiber of your being wanted to lay there with him, not even your mind was telling you it was a bad idea, so slowly you slid your legs beneath the covers and settled yourself against the mattress.

You felt like your pulse was hammering so loudly he would hear it, your breath laboured like you had just finished running, and you closed your eyes to steady yourself.

Feeling Will's hand brush against yours, his finger gently caressing the back of your hand, your eyes flashed open and you turned your head to look at him.

"You alright?" he asked, a soft smile on his lips confirming you definitely were.

"More than alright." You returned his smile before looking straight up at the ceiling, the sound of freezing rain hammering against the roof

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[partyanimal167]

The Informant Pt 3- Miguel x F!Reader

I took a little rest to let this story settle in my brain. I think I'm going to move a bit towards the action than I planned but the relationship aspect is still important obvi. I'm happy people are reading this. Let's see where things go

Part One Part Two

CW: fem reader, mdni, author knows some Spanish, some action, non-descriptive violence, Afro-Caribbean reader in mind

It takes a lot for some one to be as demanding as he was with you. It was starting to take a toll on you mentally that maybe you couldn't get out of this one alone. But luck seemed to be on your side with your new superhero friend.

In normal, non-superhero circumstances, it would be inappropriate and creepy to search you up the way he was trying to now. However, this was more for your sake than even his curiosity. Somehow, the worlds of Miguel O'Hara and Spiderman were starting to blend in a way he wasn't expecting.

Miguel chomped on a shitty sandwich while he took a five minute breather away from his experiment to look over what Lyla found on your personal history. So far, nothing was standing out too much. Your father and his family immigrated a few decades back. Grandma opened up her restaurant, parents married. You grew up--got accepted into a business and arts high school. Siblings-

Miguel paused when he saw a news article about a shooting incident. It was between two rival mobs that had an innocent boy as the sole casualty. It was reported that there were no credible witnesses which was bullshit. It was a different time, and no one would speak up at risk of their safety. Miguel knew he had seen the boy's name before. He was going to go back to some previous documents to double-check, but his attention was thrown elsewhere when a knock sounded.

A secretary announced that he had a visitor waiting for him in his office which was...odd.

Miguel had been recently promoted, but there wasn't really any reason should seek him out. His office was more of a glorified cubicle space than something to be fawned over, but that wasn't the point. He was just coming up the ranks as a scientist, but there were other more-notable people in the building to speak with.

Who could- Miguel tensed when he saw the older man from the night before sitting across his desk. He stood when he saw Miguel and shook his hand. Miguel waved off the secretary and took a seat awkwardly at his desk.

"Can I help-,"

"I'll make this brief." the older man's expression was cold and disinterested just like when he barely spared Miguel a glance at the lounge. "If you're some lackey being used by Alchemax to get at y/n, then I suggest you piss off." he sent daggers, and the tension rose immediately.

Normally, Miguel would have gotten aggressive at the rudeness, but he could see the protectiveness in the man's behavior. He released his clenched jaw and exhaled. "I don't know what you're talking about," the man opened his mouth to speak, "and don't interrupt me again." he sighed. "I don't know what this is all about, but I don't have any ill-intentions with her."

The man starred down at Miguel--reading him and taking in different details. He stood to his seat. "I've heard about you sticking your nose into some shady shit, so don't lie to me. Are you one of those scouts snatching people up and testing out drugs?"

How deep in is this guy? Miguel played dumb and held out his hands. "No, no! I just look into ingredient trades is all...when the bosses need something last minute." Which wasn't exactly false. Except, Miguel was keeping an eye out on smuggling and getting things for his personal experiments if there wasn't enough to use at work.

The man starred Miguel down before getting up. "Excuse me then...it seems I've overestimated your position." he quipped.

"Wait!" the man turned around to face the man. "What's...going on? If this is about her, then I want to help. Is everything alright? Why- why do you even care? Aren't you working for-,"

"Don't. Say his name." the man's face relaxed a little, and he took a seat. "Yes, I do work for him, and I never wanted her to get mixed into all of this. I- I should have known better. After Chris died," the man paused for a moment then shook his head, "my name is Raul. The girl is like a niece to me. I've looked after her since she was born. We're from the same neighborhood." it seemed like he wanted to figure out how much to share with Miguel. "There are powerful people who want what she knows. And I'm afraid I can't keep her much safer for now." he messed with his hands then stood up again. "I'd leave her alone if I were you. If you were looking for a play date, go somewhere else. She's got more important shit to worry about." he then stood and walked away for good.

Rude...Miguel sat in his chair and thought for a moment. There was certainly something more going on with the company that he needed to start looking into. If Kingpin would go so far as to use an employee to lure you out, then maybe his patience was getting thinner than you assumed.

~~~

'I think I need that favor.'

You didn't want to send that text to Spider-Man, but after seeing a few unfamiliar yet intimidating faces at your Grandma's restaurant earlier, you knew that you needed to at least show face to the Kingpin to get him off your back. 'No,' wasn't a good enough answer it seemed which meant that things were a bit more complicated than you wanted to believe.

You were cocky at times, but not dumb. You didn't want to cause any unnecessary violence in your neighborhood, so it was better that you returned the call instead of just ignoring it. Kingpin was a real threat, but that type of business never really involved you. You could thank your uncle, Raul, for that, but you didn't want to push your luck.

You took a deep breath before knocking on an old wooden door that separated the outside world from the schemings of the underground.

The door opened immediately, and you were shocked to see a different lackey (not Raul) on the other side. The man didn't say a word to you before turning and leading the way. You followed through the old brownstone hallways and up a flight of stairs. The man knocked before opening a door to a dimly-lit office and moving aside for you to enter.

"Well excuse my manners, I'm so glad you could make it." he stood up whiling putting out his smoke and reached out a hand. You shook it before going back to holding your elbows--fighting the urge to fidget a little. "Please have a seat." and you did.

You cleared your throat awkwardly as you saw the Kingpin himself scribbling notes while puffing a cigar and messing with a calculator. He looked up and brightened seeing you.

The man did a little gesture with his hand and within a moment there was a glass of red wine in front of you. "Oh, uh...thank you." you took a sniff before sipping.

The man repeated your actions. "I hope you like it. It's a zinfandel. A buddy out west sent it to me." he shared. He took another sip before relaxing in his chair. "I'm glad you came by, honestly. I've heard great things about you; some things I can't even believe." he chuckled. He acted calmly as if not to intimidate you, but it was already too late considering his size and command of the room.

"I didn't want to make a big fuss out of anything. I was just curious when I heard there was a girl with a great memory who knew enough people that could find me the connections to a couple of sources I'm looking for." he went on, but you stayed silent. "But shit imagine my luck when I heard that the same girl had connections to that Spider-Man guy."

You couldn't stop yourself from showing your shock. You knew word would get out about that, but it shouldn't have been assumed that you actually knew the hero. You held up your hands. "Wow, I'm sorry sir, but I've only met him a couple times. I don't know what you'd want from me."

The man shrugged and smiled. "Oh relax doll, nothing much. I was just hoping I could meet the guy." you didn't speak. "I think he's great stopping all those bad guys and keeping the streets safe." Tensions started to rise a bit in the room. "But I know how these heroes are--heard about the others across the country. I have a feeling this Spider-Man guy is going to want to take down a big operation. And see, I got a lot of money coming in from my operations. I hear he's been asking about me."

"Mmm," you nodded as if you were following along.

The man looked at you for a moment before beaming again. "But I can deal with that later. That's not why I've been looking for you. See you, you know where I can get some vibranium. I have a arms guy who can make what I need, and I'm ready to pay the price. I got some plans with a few guys at Alchemax who are ready when I am. "

Your lips pulled thin and you could only stare for a moment. "I- I'm not sure if I'm the one could help with that." you trailed off.

Kingpin didnt say anything for a moment before flicking his wrist. A lackey you didn't see placed a briefcase on the desk. It flashed open and revealed stacks of cash. "Listen, I understand the value of information--really. It's a business, and I respect that. I went through a lot of people trying to find a reliable source. I had fuckers lie to me about who they knew or where to go. But you," he pointed and grinned, "you are a reliable source--a respectable business woman. Plus, I can get you more. Money's not everything, so I'll get what you want."

You didn't like how things were going. You were trying to come up with a plan to get out, but you knew there were too many men to fight your way out. You weren't a superhero, just a confidant to many with a powerhouse of knowledge in your head. What were you going to do; spit out addresses to gun warehouses? "I'm not sure if I'm following."

"You are I have similar enough circles, so I did a little research." Kingpin leaned a bit forward onto his desk. "I know what happened when you were younger, what you saw, who threatened you, the ones who made you quiet and loyal." a heavy feeling sunk into your stomach and you wanted to hide. "It wasn't a nice thing for that boy to die, and I'm sorry--really. But I know who did."

"I do to!" you bit out. You huffed before quieting again.

The large man seemed to understand your outburst. "Yes, but I can send him to jail."

It was your uncle who stopped anyone from going after you to permanently shut you up, but you lurked around to find what you could.

The room was silent for a moment.

Silence. You watched your friend die right in front of you but couldn't say a word because of those goons running the street. That feeling followed you everywhere. You could turn a corner and see the thugs out in broad daylight without a care in the world. They didn't bother with who they killed and probably didn't even remember why they did it. But you remembered. You remembered everything: height, weight, hair, eye color, clothes, where they threw the gun, who picked it up, all of it. But you were only a kid--too young to stand up and too powerless even if you could.

You turned to the side. "It doesn't matter anymore..." was all you said.

Kingpin had his hands folded and took a deep breath. "I don't think you believe that." he reached into his coat pocket, and you stiffened. He took out an envelope. "Look into this for me at least. I got your payment already in there."

You grabbed the heavy envelope--turning it around feeling the weight and noting its plainness. You glanced back up. "Who says I'll do it?"

The man's expression dropped coldly. "You will." He grabbed his cigar and brought back to his mouth. "Have a good evening miss." the lighter flickered.

You took that as your cue and stood up--leaving.

Kingpin watched as you left and listened to your footsteps echo down the halls.

"Follow her."

~~~

Miguel watches as you high-tailed it out of the unassuming building and noticed a group of men exit from the back and were trailing behind you. You tried to seem calm as you tried to flag down a cab yet were unsuccessful. The men split up as you approached a subway entrance.

Miguel webbed his way down and quietly caught the men one-by-one, sticking them to the sides of the buildings. He wanted to talk to you, but it would be better if they were secured and silenced. It was a risky move Miguel knew. After all, he heard everything, so when the goons blabbed that they got stopped by the hero, Kingpin may pin that down on you.

But he'd deal with that later.

...

You wanted to ignore the tapping on your bedroom window but knew it was useless. You wiped your face and took a deep breath before opening the window. You leaned forward and watched as Spider-Man leaned against a fire escape rail.

You smiled--resting your bosom on top of your folded arms. The night air chilled your arms since you were only in a tank top, but you couldn't be bothered. "Hey there Spidey, I got home safely, so I assume you kept an eye out."

The man could hear the exhaustion in your voice which he didn't like. "Yeah I did...I'm glad you reached out, bonita." In this moment, Miguel wasn't quite sure what to say. Most of the time as Spider-Man, he was being heroic--saving the day then quickly swinging away from the crowds. Even his conversations with cops and civilians were short and to the point. He wasn't sure how to act when someone didn't know who he was really, but there was some type of relationship going on also.

You smiled a little before glancing up. "Oh yeah before I forget," you reached in your hair and pulled out a discreet hair pin. You handed it over. "I don't know how much hearing my sob story helped, but I did feel better with you listening in."

Miguel took the pin in his hand and was quiet for a moment. "Don't call it that...everyone's story is important. There's a lot we carry every day."

You shrugged and went back to fidgeting with your hands. "We all aren't Spider-Man." You mumbled.

Spider-Man stood up and wiped a stray tear from your cheek. "You don't need to be...and it seems like us meeting is causing you some trouble." it was more intimate gesture than he was going for, but it didn't seem like it bothered you. "I want you to be safe." the words hung over the two of you. It wasn't necessarily a good-bye, but Miguel wasn't sure what to do next.

You sighed and shrugged your shoulders. "I will be...but what about you? You heard what he said. Kingpin is serious about stopping you from becoming a problem."

In your moment of stress, you still had it in you to care--even if it was for a genetically-altered superhero. "Well that's for him to worry about. He's the one stirring up trouble."

You giggled unsure of what to say. A large part of you wanted to stay with the hero and enjoy his company, but you didn't know how to go about that request. No one knew who Spider-Man was, and it wasn't like he was going to start opening up to you. "By the way, I did hear that little compliment of yours. I wouldn't have thought Spider-Man was a flirt."

Miguel straightened up at that. He couldn't stop himself with that one especially seeing you dressed down and remembering what happened the last time you saw each other--when he was just Miguel. He scratched his cheek awkwardly. "I...don't know what to say to that."

You stuck your tongue out a little a winked. "My boy-toy might get jealous if he knew Spider-Man was tryna get with me."

"Boy-toy!?" Miguel was thankful yet again for the mask covering his face. He hadn't really let himself think of how to handle your relationship with Miguel since things were intertwining more. He figured the smart thing to do was cause some space, but...he didn't know how to go about it without seeming like an asshole.

Your sweet laughter brought him out of his musings. "Just kidding. You know that guy hasn't texted me in like three days? We ran into a little trouble on our date, but I didn't think it'd scare him off."

Oh shit, why haven't I texted her? Miguel cleared his throat. "Uh well, maybe not..." he didn't know how to casually defend himself while not obviously defending himself. An alert sounded; he needed to go back to HQ and check on the other Spiders. "I, uh, have to go..." he wasn't sure what else to say. "Please be safe. Whatever that job Kingpin wants you to do...just, you know where to reach me."

You nodded with a soft look in your eyes. "Thanks." And with that, you watched the man shoot away and disappear into the night sky leaving no trace behind.

You let your eyes watch the night lights around your building sparkle. You took the moment to relax before your phone buzzed. You saw the homescreen light up with a notification.

Miguel: Hey beautiful, sorry I've been MIA. How are you? 😉

You chuckled to yourself as you leaned back in your room and closed the window. Well, I was just talking about him.

~~~

Okay, I think I'm gonna get a little spicier in the next chapter or two. I just enjoy the unique role a civilian can have in a superhero universe. Like what!? So many possibilities.

Thank you so much for reading! This story is also posted one A03 if you want a collected place to read. I do think that Tumblr will be a little more ahead with updates, but I'm not sure.

Ciao~

#atsv #miguel o'hara #miguel x reader #spiderman #across the spiderverse #fem reader #black reader #mine #atsv fanfiction #informant #partyanimal167

[briannysey]

Been thinking a lot about Matrim Cauthon.

Yeah he’s a dick and deeply flawed and unreliable as the rest of the WoT PoVs. BUT! I’ve always been deeply fascinated by his hero impulse.

Each time the opportunity presents itself, Mat knows that if he doesn’t act, someone’s going to get hurt. And it’s inescapable. He wants so desperately to not put himself in harm’s way, but he throws himself whole into saving whoever’s in danger. I think this compulsion like behavior is so fascinating because he more than most other characters has a choice. He is continuously released of obligation and told “go, rest, get to safety” and he just can’t help himself.

The compulsion to help others is especially interesting in the broader context of his other habits. The gambling, flirting, and drinking are framed as things that he can barely help himself with. He enjoys and does things and for the most part isn’t punished for them. While treated as deep character flaws by his friends and companions, he effortlessly dodges these concerns and just moves through life largely unchecked for these behaviors. The whole Tylin arc doesn’t read to me as punishment for his womanizing but more like an ironic reversal. There are a litany of flaws with everything about that situation, especially in terms of how the narrative itself handled it, but that’s a sidebar. Maybe the original plan was to have Mat “punished” for all of these flaws in the original plan, but what could have been doesn’t have a very strong relationship to what is.

But baked into Mat’s personality is a whole suite of behaviors and impulses that he refuses to interrogate or understand. The gambling gets him money, the flirting is implied to be a pleasant pastime and everytime he puts life and limb on the line he ends up higher on the social ladder (not that he particularly wants that). Maybe part of the reason he doesn’t have a very good grasp on these flaws is that he is almost always rewarded for his impulses.

And maybe Mat hates the heroism because of its proximity to these other traits that the rest of the world views as flaws. If it’s an impulse or addiction, perhaps it can only ever be viewed as a flaw by him.

One last piece that I’m considering is that Mat’s heroism only becomes part of his personality after he is purged of the dagger. Granted, most of the rest of his personality isn’t there until after the dagger is purged either. There’s not really reason for the two phenomena to be linked, but still I wonder if there’s an incident of earlier heroism that I forgot, or if it truly was just a post-dagger phenomenon.

I wish that RJ had left more notes on Mat’s story. It feels like Sanderson was largely fumbling in the dark with Mat’s character, while RJ felt like he was building to a central message or defining event for Mat. And it’s disappointing. The other 4 of the EF5 had climactic and fitting ends to their narratives (even if I wasn’t necessarily satisfied with all of them and even if Sanderson did Perrin fucking weird). But while Mat played the general, Prince of Ravens, and had his confrontation with Mordeth (or w/e his name was at the end), it felt like Mat just… went through the motions. Maybe it’s because his hero impulse was gone, or muted? That would just be part of the equation but it’s definitely a core element that’s just missing from who he is at the end of the series.

I wish we had gotten a different ending. Mat had some cable-tight tensions that deserved to end explosively. Instead they just kinda deflated, subsumed by other priorities.

#wot #wot book spoilers #wheel of time book spoilers #spoilers #mat cauthon

[feelin-kinda-cocky-bmc]

FKC Update 6/12/23

Alright, we're moving quicker than we have been this time around. As always I'm not writing everything to completion just yet, just the basic premises I'm looking to write, but will be filling in the rest.

But good news, Dustin Route days 3 and 4 are both done! Which leaves day 5, the dance day, and the date day. These tend to be easier to write just because it's at the stage with the most romantic tension, which for ships you love, is fun as hell to write. The beginning of routes tend to be harder because it's a lot of setup and context and world/relationship building, it be like that. But I'm making headway.

Thanks to a helpful video I found from an ADHD writer, my writing production has improved drastically. Basically my process is open a Google Doc, copy paste the bullet points/ideas I already have, and then just absolutely spitball incoherent, unpunctuated, slang shit for what I want to happen for the day. Then I just copy and paste the spitballing and just write and it works. It's also funny as hell, but I'm gonna be embarrassed as hell when I do eventually release it to the public. But it just helps me get all my thoughts out and not feel pressured, and I end up writing better because of it.

Anyway, looking ahead while I'm here. After Dustin's route, I'm going to be tackling Jake's, because P&P my beloved. That's gonna be a bit messy because I have not written Jake that much, but hey, whatever. I'll get through it. And then after that, obviously, is the Jeremy route. And I'm sorry to admit but I'm not the biggest Boyfs fan. HOWEVER, stay with me here, I think I'll like them more by the time I finish Feelin' Kinda Cocky. I know there's the Boyfs haters and the Boyfs lovers and everything in between, so I want to see if I can make something that will appeal to anyone in the BMC fandom, especially because it's not at all a bad ship. But anyway, I'm not having that discussion here, just letting y'all know my plans for the future.

Then I'm planning on simultaneously revising each route (in order of progress, so Rich-Dustin-Jake-Jeremy) and working with my artists to get some shit done there. Ideally I'd like to make the sprites since I kinda know what I know how I interpret the characters. They won't stray far from canon, just will have different outfits for some flair. Except for Dustin and the secret route characters, which I would need to be in charge of either way. But I'm also not that great when it comes to art yet, so I might have to hand it off to someone else. But beyond sprites, the artists I'm working with will (ideally) be helping out assets (like the title screen and GUI assets) and backgrounds. I'm also planning on including some Monster Prom-esc elements like images occasionally appearing in between the sprites when something during a scene happens, and would love to have a similar photo gallery for endings, special events, secrets, fanart (if I get any) and more.

Anyway, tl;dr, I finished Dustin day 3 and 4 in the span of two days and I'm planning on writing Jake's route next. I'm just trying to give as much detail as I can right now because doing sneak peaks for lines of code is kinda boring.

As always, thanks to everyone for supporting the development of Feelin' Kinda Cocky!

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[tantricmassagesfuengirola]

What are the benefits of an Erotic Massage Parlor?

Introduction

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Stress Relief

When you're stressed, there's a lot to think about your job, the economy, and politics. There are also other things that can lead to stress like relationships and family issues. If you're feeling overwhelmed by all of this stuff and want a way out of it for a bit, then erotic massage may be just what the doctor ordered.

Why does this work? It's simple—when you feel relaxed or comfortable during any form of touch (and yes, even if it's just an embrace), it sends positive signals throughout your body that say "Everything is going well" or "I feel safe here." The more we interact with others emotionally in our daily lives (whether through touch or words), the better chance we have at feeling this way when they leave us alone again later on down the road too--which means better relationships overall!

Increased Intimacy

The benefits of erotic massage parlors are not only physical. They can also help you increase intimacy in your relationship, life, and beyond.

Increased Intimacy: Erotic massage is a great way to build trust and get to know someone better. It’s a great way of getting comfortable with each other and making them feel more relaxed around you. If someone has never been touched sexually before then they may be nervous about giving it away but by having them give it to you will help overcome that fear because they can see how much pleasure it brings them as well as yours!

Increased Connection With Ourselves: When we have an orgasm or have some type of sexual activity with our partner(s) the brain releases chemicals called neurotransmitters that cause us happiness – these same chemicals are released when we make love with someone else close emotionally too!

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Improved Blood Circulation

The human body has a lot to be thankful for. Whether you're looking to improve your health or just have fun, there's no better time than now to start taking care of yourself. One of the most important things that can be done is to improve blood circulation throughout your body by giving yourself an erotic massage.

As we all know, blood is required for every single organ and tissue in our bodies; it carries nutrients from one part to another so that everything can work properly. If there were no good flow through these systems then we would not survive!

The heart pumps oxygenated blood through arteries into capillaries where carbon dioxide (CO2) is transported out by sweating cells located near skin pores called sweat glands which release sweat onto the surface and evaporate into air bubbles making us feel cooler during exercise sessions outside on hot days etc...

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Pain Relief

Massage is a great way to relieve stress and tension. It also helps you relax, unwind, release tension, and feel good about yourself.

The benefits of erotic massage include:

Pain relief – The main benefit of erotic massage is pain relief. When you receive an erotic massage, your brain releases endorphins which are responsible for causing euphoric feelings including deep relaxation as well as feeling at ease with yourself or others around you. This can be helpful if you're feeling anxious or stressed out about something in your life at work or home life; these feelings may lead people into unhealthy habits such as smoking cigarettes or drinking alcohol excessively which will eventually lead them down the road toward addiction rather than self-improvement because they haven't learned how valuable their time would be spent otherwise!

Improved Sexual Health

Erotic massage can also help to improve sexual health. The massage can help to increase sensitivity and promote relaxation, which can lead to a more pleasurable sexual experience. This can be especially beneficial for individuals who may be experiencing sexual dysfunction or other issues related to sexual health.

Improved sexual health, including increased self-confidence and improved blood circulation.

Improved intimacy with your partner, whether you're in a relationship or not—it's all about the connection between two people who care about each other deeply.

Stress relief during stressful times at work or school, when you need some relaxation from all that pressure!

Conclusion

As you can see, there are many benefits to having an erotic massage parlor. It is a good way for you to relax and have fun with your partner. It is also good for your relationship because it allows both of you to experience something new together and it shows how much each other cares about each other's pleasure when they are spending time together in this type of environment