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isroji · 1 year

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Different ideas | Attuma

Attuma x reader

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Summary: Attuma and you get involved in an argument over your opposite ideas.

Warnings: Angst, Wakanda Forever spoilers.

A/N: Hey! This is my first time posting some of my writing here in Tumblr :) I never thought I'd do it, but this king here deserves content. I apologize for my English, it's not my first language and I know there be some things written wrong. I still hope you can enjoy it c: Btw, sorry for the gif's bad quality, it was the only that I could found.

thanks for reading!

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You were never Namor's biggest fan. You understood perfectly the reasons of the king of Talokan and above all, you understood his way of thinking, because you shared it. You also believed faithfully in protecting Talokan above all things, you also thought that the city and its people were the most important thing... But you could not, under any circumstances, support Namor's actions.

Declare war on the surface? If history had taught you anything, it was that in wars everyone dies. The good ones, the bad ones and the innocents. It was neither ethical or moral to go and start a war on beings who did not even know of your existence. You refused to put innocent people at risk on the surface lands and you refused even more to put the people of Talokan, your people, at risk. To your family, to your friends, to Attuma...

Oh, Attuma.

If there was one reason for you to remain in Namor's ranks, it was Attuma. That cold-hearted general you'd put your hands on fire for without even thinking about it. You joined Talokan's army in search of the ideals you grew up with, but your only current motive was him; the one who could not see beyond the orders of a blind leader and nonexistent dangers.

The one who at that precise moment was looking at you with great annoyance in his eyes.

"How can you even think of betraying Talokan in this way?" He asked, bitterly and even with a little contempt in his raspy voice.

Your stability faltered. You used to easily forget how incredibly imposing Attuma was. His whole body tensed as a sign of rejection and that look that would break anyone. If you were not so sure of your position, you would have already abandoned the stance and given up.

"It's not a betrayal to Talokan," you managed to find your voice and, surprisingly, make it heard. "You know me, you've known me since I was your student and you know I would never do anything like that. My life is Talokan and that's precisely why I tell you that everything Namor plans is crazy. A madness that puts this city at risk."

He looked at you with even more contempt than before. There was a surprise lodged in those dark irises, like confusion and pain. It seemed that what he heard sounded like craziness, technically desertion and betrayal. It was not a surprise, Namor could be very convincing and you saw firsthand how Attuma absorbed his ideas.

There, in the depth of the sea, between the marine stones and the immense blue, Attuma managed to look even more bigger than the sea itself. He came minimally close to you, keeping the distance that such a conversation required, transmitting perhaps more than you would have liked.

"Talokan is hidden, not to mention that it has the best warriors. You know it because you are part of those warriors." he argued, making clear his displeasure.

He seemed it like it would never understand you.

"They're smart, Attuma! They have resources, they have people who could, if they wanted to, find our city. I remind you that we are not the only ones who know how to fight, and no matter how well we do it, the people on the surface also have an army." You explained.

He still didn't understand you.

"Namor wouldn't do something that would put us in danger, he will ask Wakanda for help-" He tried to talk, but you didn't let him continue.

"Namor is blinded!" You raised your voice "And you too. You are a fool if you think that something good will come out of a war."

That seemed to offend him in the extreme.

"Watch your mouth, kid." He pointed his finger at you.

You bit your tongue. In spite of everything, he was still your general. Older than you, with more rank than you and above all, more important -in every way- than you.

Attuma turned his head, watching Talokan shine. He looked angry, very angry. It took him several seconds to look back at you, and when he did, you found in his look a painful disappointment towards you that hurt more than any possible war.

"In the end you're just that, a kid. A kid who does not understand anything and above all, does not have no loyalty."

Those words hurt. They hurt deeply. They reached the depths of your heart and stabbed you. And maybe hurt more because you knew he said it coming from his blinded posture. It hurt because before choosing to listen to you, he preferred to follow orders.

"You want to support a war, a war where people who don't have any kind of bad intentions will die. You want to endanger Talokan and yourself, but am I the one who doesn't understand anything?" You claimed, letting all absolute pain be heard in your voice.

He, for a second, seemed to empathize with you. He wasn't averse to your pain, He never had been entirely.

"We will not endanger Talokan..." For the second time in that whole conversation, Attuma was interrupted by you.

"Yes, you all will! You will! You will endanger yourself, you will expose yourself to fighting an enemy we don't know" Your voice threatened to break "It is that you do not understand Attuma... how do I make you understand that if something happens to you-

You couldn't go on, you weren't able to say the rest. You had struggled for days not to have that image in your head, but the mention of it in front of him made it so real and palpable that it was terrifying. You knew those superheroes on the surface, now you also knew the Wakandians, imagining Attuma's blood on one of those hands hurt you to levels he would never understand.

A senseless war was not worth the death of the man in front of you.

You ended up hiding, refusing to show how much hurt the mental image that you couldn't get out of your mind now.

Finally, your general understood everything. Or at least the most part. And that only made him look, in his own perspective, like a real jerk.

He may not showed it, but whatever feelings you had for him, they were reciprocated. He was not a person who could afford such personal things as love, in the end, love was a danger and a weakness. However, if something as pure as love could lead to exist in a man like him, it was certain that you were the owner and responsible. Only you.

Insecure, he approached you, the little mess of emotions you were. Hidden in the palm of your hands, squatting. Attuma came down to your height, holding your hands and revealing the face that he allowed to admire in the solitude of his thoughts.

Your eyes met, both pairs sharing similar feelings.

"Do you disapprove of Namor's ideas for fear that something will happen to me?" He asked, unable to avoid being direct.

You avoided looking at him, turning your face. That was the answer to his question.

He let go of your hands and brought his to your face, forcing you to look at him. His hands, big and rough, but strangely comfortable. His eyes, dark, but full of devotion.

That personal contact managed to penetrate deeply into you.

"My little girl... My precious little girl"

He didn't dare to say anything more, because his posture had not changed. In fact, nothing beyond the growing empathy in him had changed. Still, his last words were charged with emotions you never thought he could convey.

He kissed you, kissed you as the only way to communicate without continuing to fight over your different ideas. A kiss that started soft, reflecting his desire to take care of you, but progressed with the passion that you both desired so deeply. Years of getting to know each other, of keeping feelings that came out so easily after fighting over things that didn't even seem so relevant now that you could only think about how good his lips felt over yours.

You two would never agree. He, stubborn and loyal to Namor. You, true to your ideals and to yourself. You only had that kiss left, nothing else.

#attuma #attumaxreader #attumafic #alex livinalli #Alex livinalli x reader #wakanda #talokan #wakanda forever #black panther #black panther 2 #tenoch huerta namor #namor #tenoch huerta #fic #ucm #attuma x reader #attuma fic

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starsambrosia · 4 months

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Hey so i have a question for the pagan side of tumblr, specifically hellenic pagan i need help so please read this and please only respond if you're experienced with the gods

(Edit: i think i have a theory but id like feedback)

So hi im Star and for most of my life ive grown up with a deity around me, since i was 5 Hermes has been around and before that it was Thanatos, i grew up seeing and speaking with them, and ive always been able to talk to or see them. As time went on Apollo showed himself more, i ran away from home because it was a cult and Apollo guided me to a safe haven but i didnt follow his instructions exactly and i ended up imprisoned in some ones basement for almost a full year, i got out with Apollos help (and mind you he stopped me from being beaten a lot)

So i eventually leave with Apollos help, and i swore to myself i would never disobey the gods again not intentionally

But now its been almost 3 years and they still step in and tell me to cut people off or they say that perfectly innocent looking people have bad intentions, my issue is its literally everyone i talk to at this point and im worrying that theyr being over protective or more than that theyr keeping me basically under lock and key

Every friend i make is bad every server i join is bad every person i talk to is bad they never meet their requirements and im always left being alone with the gods and i honestly think they like it, ive been isolated my whole life with only them to talk to and i want to spread my wings and take a risk, just not a life altering imprisonment full of trauma kind of risk.

Any advice or ideas?

I want to talk to them about it too but im tired of only hearing their side and my "duty" isnt to make them happy eternally they said they wanted me to live my life but it feels like they pull on a leash every time i try to do that.

#pagan #pagans of tumblr #helpol #hellenic paganism #hellenic polytheism #ambrosia

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cosmicjoke · 1 year

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Nah, not really, I don't particularly care about AoT. You're the first person I addressed because it's against the unspoken "Tumblr etiquette" to tag something you are directly criticizing, so I am lecturing you. Also, um, why, am I wrong? Torture is a war crime. He is a torturer. Use of child soldiers is a war crime. He uses child soldiers. Multiple, seven, to be exact. Eren is a child, his ward, too, that he manipulates and beats up and on multiple occasions. Historia is a child and he throttles her (and manipulates as well). Jean is a child and he beats him up to the point of making him vomit. So, like, yeah, a child abusing war criminal, isn't he?

So you don't know anything about AoT. Good to know. I can criticize anything I want, too, so whatever. I'm entitled to my opinion. It was a mild criticism at that. I don't go around tumblr looking for people's negative opinions on things I like, but when I come across them, I just leave them be. People are allowed to state whatever they want on THEIR blogs. Following or not following some made up, arbitrary rules which aren't stated anywhere isn't a good enough reason for you to "lecture" me on anything. My blog, MY opinions, I can do whatever the fuck I want.

As to what you have to say about Levi, you're taking actions of his and presenting them in isolation, out of context, which is the refuge of people who have an agenda in wanting to push a certain image or narrative, and who in reality have no substantive argument.

You're judging Levi by today's standards of conduct in war as well, which is absurd, given the time period the story actually takes place in. HE doesn't use child soldiers. That was simply the system in place. One which he had no choice or hand in, in terms of decision making. All of those "child soldiers" were volunteers, besides, so no one forced them to join. He tortures a single person, yes, but then, moral ambiguity is part and parcel for all the characters in AoT. That's the point of the story, after all, that everyone is capable of doing "monstrous" things in order to do what they believe is right. Levi gives a huge monologue about this shortly afterward. And, once more, you're judging Levi by today's standards of wartime conduct, and not at all considering the fact that he was living on an island which was totally isolated from the rest of the world and which would have no context or basis for what would be considered within the "legal limits" of wartime conduct outside of the island. Torture was apparently perfectly legal according to the government in place in Paradis.

He beat Eren up to save his life. Again, you're taking Levi's actions out of context to paint an over-simplified and negative picture of him. You're wrong. He manhandled Historia, he didn't "throttle" her, he didn't beat her up or hurt her, and she had an obligation, as a soldier in the Survey Corps, to fulfill her duty as a soldier. Once more, you're taking Levi's actions out of context to paint an over-simplified and incorrect picture of his character. He kicks Jean and Eren to break up a stupid fight they were having. That's it. They're soldiers under his command. It's hardly unheard of for physical discipline to be employed when dealing with subordinate soldiers, especially ones who through their own lack of discipline and control may threaten the safety of the group as a whole. This was happening one night before they were all meant to go on the most dangerous and uncertain mission the SC had ever undertaken. And Eren and Jean were acting like self-absorbed idiots. Beyond that, Levi was in distress because of what was going on with Erwin, and Levi has a bad temper. It's one of his faults as a character. He's violent sometimes, because he grew up in violence. But that doesn't make him a child abuser, and it doesn't make him a war criminal. You want him to seem like some tyrannical abuser going around beating up innocent and helpless children out of nowhere, and for no reason, using language like "child abusing war criminal", again, wholesale statements made using actions taken out of context and in isolation, and statements which are just plainly false and a gross misrepresentation of his character.

But yeah, go right ahead and keep spouting your illogical and simple minded bullshit. Literally nobody cares. I don't go onto your blog and start shitting on whatever characters or story's you like. So why are you sending me anon messages doing so to me? All because I stated an opinion about a totally unrelated story on my OWN blog, and you decided I'm not allowed. Yippee.

#Levi Ackerman #Attack on Titan #shingkei no kyojin

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twistedtummies2 · 2 years

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if you run a kink/fetish blog you really shouldnt be putting stuff in the main tags. the main tags are not an 18+ space, theyre for minors and adults alike, and kink stuff doesnt belong there. i havent reported you yet because i want to give you a chance to reflect and change your behavior, but if i keep seeing you in the main/character tags, i will flag the posts and your blog as sensetive content. as someone who was affected by seeing a lot of fetish stuff at a young age bc of irresponsible fandoms, im very passionate about this topic. i dont care if you publish this or not.

I was never aware that the tags apparently are "age managed." Plenty of people do things of this nature without having to worry about stuff like this. I also was not (and am not) aware of what "main tags" are. So I sincerely do not know what you are referring to, specifically. And if you wish to call me out and claim I'm playing dumb...no, I'm not playing, I sincerely have no clue. I honestly have never seen any reason or known of any reason to monitor my tags, so I have not done so for that reason above all else. IF, from the way you're speaking, this is some sort of unspoken rule on Tumblr, or if I perhaps missed something way, way back when I joined the site, then I apologize and I am perfectly willing to "change my behavior," as you put it, because the last thing I want is to scar young innocent people for life, the way you claim happened to you. However, having said that, I would like to say two more things. One, there is no reason to threaten me with reporting like this. One other person came to me some time ago to tell me that, evidently, the "g/t" tag is one that is meant for all ages, so I shouldn't use it. I thanked them, apologized, and I no longer use that tag. They, in turn, thanked me, apologized in case they seemed rude, and then moved on with their life. Like I said, I am totally willing to change my practices if that is something that HAS to happen; I do not like breaking the rules. But your rudeness is not appreciated, by seemingly assuming that I am doing this maliciously. A simple "you shouldn't use these specific tags" would have been well and good, then I'd know to either change how I manage that matter, or stop wielding them altogether. Two, and most importantly...if this stuff offends you and bothers you so much, then you have no reason to look at my page. And I do not believe my little kink blog is some blight upon whatever taglines you're referring to; if by "main tags" you're referring to things like my more analytical pieces that have nothing to do with kinks, there's not much I can do there, especially since those AREN'T kink-based. As far as I can perceive, those are doing no harm. If by "main tags" you're referring to character names or whatever...I can search a character name and find tons upon tons of stuff that has nothing to do with kinks long before I run into anything related to my interests. I know, I've tried. My work and others doesn't really pop up too often, UNLESS I'm specifically looking for the kink in conjunction. Also, I should think that anyone reading it will realize it's not for them and turn away.

I appreciate your concern, and I understand it...but do not dictate things like this to me as if you run the website, or have the right to decide what people will or will not post. If you would care to discuss this in a civil and polite manner, please feel free to contact me via PM, so we can engage in such discourse. Until then, I will continue to tag things the way I always have, not because I am trying to hurt anyone, but because it simply the most obvious way I know how. If that bothers you so much, then tell me how to fix it, don't simply say "stop it or I'll report you" when I'm not even really sure what I'm doing wrong. There are many others like me. We are not animals. We are not monsters. And we are not out to hurt anyone. We just want to write our silly, kinky nonsense and keep to ourselves. Do not engage in witch hunts as if we are some hideous plague upon the universe. Most of us are just lonely geeks who want a place to express our darker side. Thank you.

#ask #answer #q&a #response #serious time

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apocalyptic-cake · 3 years

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What's going on why is there an orgy on my dash kid you're 13 wtf

I honestly do not know

To anyone seeing this I'm sorry

#i was perfectly innocent before i joined tumblr #it's all you guys' fault #mostly edens /j #anon #the a post alyptic mailbox

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hanmaenthusiast · 3 years

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Always and Forever

“I like the sound of that Angel.”

inui x f!reader

warnings - mdni🔞, praise, mutual pining?, sofa sex, oral (female receiving), cunnilingus, unprotected sex, riding, body worship, creampie, basically vanilla smut, slight fluff, profanity, use of pet names such as angel and darling, one mention of blood.

synopsis - you and Inui had been living together for a while, one night he comes home wounded after being attacked at work, you have no choice but to help him out in one way or another.

a/n - this is my first post on tumblr & first time attempting smut! apologies for any mistakes, i’m hoping to write more in the future & get better at it lol, anyway the lack of inui on this app is killing me >:(

wc - 2,950

It was late, much later than usual. Seishu still hadn’t come home considering his shift finishes around 4 on a Saturday, you kept your gaze on the clock which continued to tick past 7pm. You found yourself worrying again, worrying about all the possibilities that could’ve happened to him. I mean it was normal to be this concerned, especially since your long term roommate was an ex gang member.

Once again you started pacing around the room, fingers etching to send another distressing ‘where are you?’ or ‘tell me you’re not dead’ text. Seishu’s stern words replayed in your mind ‘Stop worrying about me Y/N, focus on yourself for once’ as you remembered his constant lectures.

Finally gathering yourself together, a set of keys jamming into the front door caught your attention. Sprinting down the stairs your eyes glued onto Inui’s figure as he stood slightly hunched with a prominent bloody gash on his forehead.

“Seishu what the fuck?” you exclaimed, almost passing out at the sight in front of you. It was like you had premonitions about this scenario only seconds before he made his apperance.

“Agh, not so loud, my head is sore.” he groaned, running a hand through his hair after locking the door behind him. He shuffled his way into the room latching onto your arm for support.

“I can quite well see that, sit down over there i’ll clean you up.” you helped him over to the dining table, placing him down onto one of the wooden seats.

Inui told you what happened, how he was suddenly attacked by a group of presumed male gang members at the motor shop unbeknownst to why it played out. Your gut tightened at the story, afraid of any future encounters with them.

“Jesus, they got you good huh. You have to be more aware from now on, where was Draken hm? You better tell him i’ll-“

“Y/N.” Seishu let out a low sigh, he cut you off before you could finish your sentence.

His gemlike pearls fixed onto yours, exchanging a sombre look. You could tell he didn’t need to hear your berating.

“Sorry.” you muttered continuing to clean up his wound.

Ever since you met Inui, you stuck together like glue both having similar interests and mutual acquaintances made it easier to find a blossoming friendship. Of course, you felt a little more than friends towards Inui continuously expressing your feelings from early on.

“Y’know you’re super cute Seishu-“ you tilted your head, hovering it above his “no wonder there’s tons of people feening over you, me included.” you added, tracing a finger over his scar as he lay his head on your lap.

“Yeah? Same goes for you Y/N.” he replied with his tone full of sarcasm, according to him you were making a joke.

This continued for months, constantly sharing flirty remarks but never pursuing one another. Some people had their suspicions, Draken especially, always assuming you’re both in a secret relationship.

“Oi, Seishu your girlfriend’s outside.” Draken nodded towards the entrance of the shop, wiping his hands clean with a rag.

Inui exhaled followed with a roll of his eyes. “She’s just a friend Ken, i’ve told you this multiple times.”

“Seriously just a friend? That mean i have a chance ‘nupi?” Draken giggled, elbowing his colleague in the arm.

“Don’t you dare even try it.” Seishu warned him.

“There, all cleaned up. There’s some leftovers in the fridge too if you’re hungry.” you declared, but before you could retreat back to the sofa, a soft hand grasped you wrist.

“Thank you, genuinely Y/N. I hope you know i’m grateful for everything you do.”

His glossy eyes stared into yours as his sincere words spilled from his mouth. Seishu’s gaze left you with butterflies, a feeling of comfort you would admit, it was odd to see him so thankful seeing as you should be considered a burden to him for how often you seek his safety.

“I know you are, buuut all that praise will have my ego inflating, on another note it was kinda hot seeing your face all bloody.” you laughed kissing above his wound gently before finding a seat on the sofa.

Moments later Inui joined you, resting his head on your shoulder making use of the rest of the couch as he sprawled out his legs. Once he was settled, you both shared a mutual silence watching the TV.

...11:04pm

Your narrowing eyes scanned over your phone, squinting at it’s bright screen shining into your pupils as you attempted to read the time. ‘Shit, must’ve fell asleep.’ you concluded, shifting your weight onto your elbow as you propped up.

You noticed the familiar blondie sleeping tirelessly beside you, an arm positioned lazily over of your waist. Seishu was sound asleep, or so you thought, his ruffled hair tickling your cheeks as you found yourself laying back down facing towards him.

“So precious.” you whispered, lifting your palm gently onto his face as your thumb rubbed slow circles against his pale skin. This was probably the closest you and Seishu had been, cuddled together, bodies attached to one another seeing as the sofa wasn’t roomy enough.

“That feels nice.” Seishu whispered, his soft spoken voice breaking the silence. He brought his hand to yours, placing it on top as he matched your movements, fingers delicately tracing your skin.

“Oh- uhm, well it looks like we fell asleep, i hope you feel somewhat better after having a nap.” you croaked, suddenly feeling the heat rush to your face from embarrassment. Before you lingered around any longer, you sat upright as your back faced Seishu’s figure “I’ll let you rest a little longer-“

“No, stay.” he grabbed your wrist once again, restricting you from fleeing the scene. “Please…for me?” he pleaded, one arm resting on top of his forehead as the other hand was still wrapped around your wrist.

You hesitated, only for a second until you shortly gave into his innocent eyes face paired with a soppy look. “Anything for you Seishu.” you lay back down, again facing towards him on your side.

“Perfect.” he muttered a breathy whisper, a small smile formed on his face along with his emerald eyes flexing a lustrous stare. A dainty finger of his trailed across your cheek moving a strand of hair from your face.

You couldn’t help but feel embarrassed again, almost tongue-tied especially in this situation. You and Seishu were admittedly always close but never this intimate.

Once again the atmosphere grew silent but before you could mutter a word, Seishu let out a sigh. “You’re…perfect.” Inui murmured, just loud enough for you to hear.

“Seishu…” a soft exhale escaped your lips.

Inui’s hand found it’s way to your chin, gently lifting it upwards so you were eye level to him. “Can i kiss you, Y/N?” his thumb swiped a slow stripe along your lower lip.

You nodded in reply, discreetly trying to hide your inner enthusiasm as you closed your eyes allowing Inui to take the lead. Seishu’s lips planted a longed for soft-lipped peck against yours, gradually finding motion as he continued kissing your lips.

The thumping of your heart increased, focusing only on the rhythm of how soft and velvety Seishu’s lips felt against your own. His a hand gripped your waist, pulling you closer against him without breaking contact.

Your free hand grasped his blonde locks, running your fingers messily through his hair. Your lips begun to plump, meshing together with Seishu’s perfectly as he slipped his needy tongue into your mouth.

“You- don’t know…how long i’ve- wanted this.” his voice muttered between kisses, claiming your lips after every word. You felt yourself grinding ever so slightly against Inui’s thigh, hoping to release the friction caused by his tongue senselessly invading the depths of your mouth.

Faint whimpers escaped your lips as you continued to slowly rock yourself against Inui’s lower half. “Seishu~“ you panted quietly “N-need more.” your hand balled up his shirt, gripping onto it for support.

Inui’s hand which recently held onto your waist found itself sneakily travelling under your cami, fingers fumbling with the clasp of your bra. He made quick work of removing your shirt slowly followed by slipping off your undergarment.

“God, you’re gorgeous Y/N. So fucking gorgeous.” he admitted, lips tracing along the outline of your jaw as his eyes glistened at the sight of your naked breasts exposed in front of him. “Prettiest tits ever.” His soft hands ghosting over your breasts, thumb and pointer finger capturing one of your hardened nubs beginning to knead the flesh of your mounds.

Seishu slowed his pace, a small string of saliva connected your lips as he broke the kiss. “Tell me what you need angel. Although i must say, the rutting against my leg isn’t very discreet darling.” he joked letting out a small chuckle, eyes glancing down to your clothed needy cunt.

“Want you to…“ you struggled to express your needs, unable to finish your sentence as you buried your face into his chest out of embarrassment. “Don’t go all shy on me now angel, use your words for me okay?” Seishu placed a hand over your tight shorts, pads of his fingers rubbing against your clothed pussy as moved them up and down ever so slightly.

“Ngh! Want more of that, please Seishu.” you choked, almost begging on your knees asking him to please your throbbing cunt. Seishu made quick work of removing your lower garments, pulling down your shorts as he was met with your drenched panties.

“Look at that mess darling, you got this wet just for me?” he caressed your face again, helping you lay underneath him as he moved further down to your lower area, delicately peppering kisses along your stomach.

Inui’s hot breath fanned lightly over your clit “May i?” he questioned. “Yes Seishu.” you replied almost immediately, lifting your hips a little higher to allow easier access to your heat.

Inui’s hands spread your things, gripping onto them for support. His tongue licked a stripe between your folds, coating your cunt with his spit. “Mhm, just how i imagined.” Seishu continued to speak careless whispers into your cunt, his tongue twirling it’s way onto your throbbing clit ultimately forcing you to grind your hips on his face.

His tongue toyed with your bud, circling hearts as he pleasured your arousal. Inui slipped a finger into your entrance, slowly pushing it further before adding a second finger in to accommodate it. “Seishu! Fuck!” you cried out, moaning into you palm.

“Let me hear that voice of yours Y/N.” Inui encouraged you, his eyes staring from above your seeping cunt fingers pumping into you at an increasing speed. “Ngh! Seishu- i’m close!” your hand pushing his head further into your pussy.

Inui’s fingers padded against your sweet spot, curling in motion as he pumped them in and out of your cunt. His tongue continued licking your throbbing clit sucking onto it simultaneously. “Fuck, Y/N, gonna make me cum from that look on your face.” he moaned, fingers scissoring into you faster.

“Fuck~ Seishu- i’m-“ you were cut off by your own moans, legs shaking from the sudden orgasm as your wet slick spilled from your entrance. “Good girl.” Inui let out a hoarse whisper as he pulled his fingers out which glistened in the dim light covered from the tip of his finger to his knuckles in your own cum.

Inui stuck his digits into his mouth, sucking off every last drop of you. “You did so well for me angel, i’ve waited so long for this exact moment.” he exclaimed, hovering above your face before kissing you on the lips again.

“Seishu…i need more of you, right now.” you demanded, a hand palming the tent growing in his pants. Seishu picked you up, resulting in you straddling his lap on the sofa as he sat beneath you. You lifted your hips before quickly pulling down his shorts letting his cock immediately spring free.

Your eyes grew wide. You never expected Seishu to have such a pretty cock, nevermind larger than you’d have imagined. “Like what you see? Seem’s like you underestimated me darling.” he caressed your waist “Lift yourself up for a sec.” as he tapped the outer side of your thigh.

“Wait- wait…i’m on birth control.” you mentioned stopping Inui from getting a condom from the drawers. “You sure about this?” he smirked somewhat enjoying the fact he gets to fuck you raw the first time.

You nodded again, his tip begun toying against your wet folds before casually slipping the head into your dripping entrance. “Agh~ Fuck Seishu!” you let out a breathy moan, eventually taking the full length of his cock. “So tight, ngh- oh fuck.” Inui spoke, guttural whimpers releasing from the depths of his throat as he buried himself deep inside your cunt.

His hands gripped your ass, kneading the soft flesh as he pulled you gently down onto him. You both adjusted to the position, flashing Seishu a look of encouragement as he slowly started to bounce you on his cock, his hips slightly lifting along with yours.

“You like that yeah? Look at those pretty tits.” he mewled as he buried his face onto one of your exposed breasts, tongue ravaging your perky nipples. “Faster- please.” your hand finding its way to the back of his neck.

Inui bucked his hips into you, bouncing you faster onto his rock hard cock. The smacks of your ass echoed throughout the room as they collided with Seishu’s thighs, your tits bouncing along with every movement as Inui pounded further into your cunt. He quickened his pace again, this time you begun grinding faster matching with his speed in which your legs almost turned to jelly from the fastened movements.

“G’na cum so quick baby~.” you whined, dragging out his pet name whilst throwing your head back as he plowed into your pussy. The adrenaline mixed with arousal was too much, your eyes beginning to roll back from the way Seishu’s tip prodded against your g-spot like he was a miner digging for gold.

Seishu kept a firm grip on your ass, still pounding into you as he continued sucking on your tits giving each one equal attention. “Need- agh- your cum on my cock darling.” manoeuvring his hand to your pulsating clit as he thumbed your nub generously. “Yes ngh~ want you so bad Seishu, want your cum inside me.” you choked out, drawing out your moans from the stimulation his cock was causing as he abused your sex.

Inui flipped you over, cock still fucking your tight cunt as you lay on your back, legs wrapping around his waist. “I’ll fuckin’ give it to you Angel, fill- agh- you up with my cum real good.” he cooed, voice almost gravelly from his own moaning.

He smacked his hips against your ass, cock slipping from your hole a few times. “Wettest cunt I've had.” Inui quipped. “The only cunt you’ll ever have from now.” you sent another remark back.

“I like the sound of that Angel.”

His fingers padded against your clit, vigorously rubbing against it paying close attention to the nub. “Shit- g’na cum gorgeous.” Inui let out another guttural moan “Let’s- cum together.” he ordered you, quickly intertwining your fingers with his as he took your hand.

Seishu somehow gathered his stamina letting out a few final hard thrusts along with you bucking into him, your walls gradually spasming around his cock. “Agh- Fuck~” you simultaneously croaked, Inui came inside your cunt. Your wet slick spilled all over his cock along with your insides overflowing with Seishu’s seed.

A slow and steady pace allowed you to both ride out your highs, Seishu caressed your cheek removing your hair stuck to your face. “My god you’re gorgeous Y/N.” he pulled himself out, the mess inside leisurely spilling from your entrance.

“Hold on Angel, I'll clean you up.” Seishu grabbed a rag from the washroom, helping you gently as he tided the mess. He came back in his nightwear, seemingly grabbed a shirt that was his which he placed over your head, covering your exposed body just before he lay beside you on the sofa.

Inui held you tight against him, wrapping his arms around your figure. He knew how to make you feel safe and extremely comfortable, only two of the things on your never ending list of praise for him.

After a short lived moment of silence, you exhaled out a tired sigh “Seishu...I think I lo-”

“I love you, Y/N.”

You jolted. Almost speechless at his sudden confession, dumbfounded even, burying your face away from his vision once again “No fair, I was gonna say it first.” you complained, lightly pushing his chest. “I wanted to be the first to say it-” he reassured your complaints “I was just looking for the right time.”

“Crazy how it was after you fucked me, eh?” shooting a cheeky wink towards his face. “Yeah right it was a spur of the moment, you were about to say it too.” he spoke in defence, giving you a kiss on the forehead as an apology.

“Not sure why I waited so long, I guess I was just afraid of hurting you.” his answer was sincere, stroking your hair tenderly “I really do love you Y/N-”

“Not to mention how my head no longer hurts, all thanks to you.” Inui gloated.

You sighed, probably in relief after realising the love you shared for him wasn't just some one sided waste for all these years. “I love you too Seishu-” you replied.

“...always and forever.”

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joucearchived · 3 years

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Something About You

Summary: After you joined the Avengers, you had quickly bonded with all the team members and accepted even Loki. Loki finds himself drawn to you and develops a begrudging fondness for you. He doesn't realize just how deep that affection was rooted until you are injured on a mission.

Characters: Loki Laufeyson/(f)Reader

Warnings: mostly none, minor injury (nothing graphic), minor angst

Word Count: 2965

Notes: Hi! This is my first ever fanfiction and the first time I’m posting on tumblr! I’ve read many (many, many, many) Loki/Reader fics and I wanted to give it a try to see if I could write a short interaction between Loki and the reader. Please forgive me for any spelling/grammar mistakes, and if you enjoyed, any feedback/comments would be much appreciated. Thanks for reading!

Loki despised the Avengers. It was impossible to miss the distrustful looks thrown his way, the way the air shifted uncomfortably when he entered a room, or the thinly veiled jabs at his loyalty despite him living in the compound for well over a year. However, their treatment of him wasn’t the source of his contempt. It was you, and for all the Norns he couldn’t determine why.

You had moved into the compound a few weeks after he had and every single occupant of the tower had been immediately infatuated with your charm. Not that Loki could blame them. You maintained a sense of innocence he could hardly believe, especially due to your history. He didn’t know much about you, but you had been rescued - and then recruited - into the Avengers after all. A tragic backstory was practically a prerequisite. You were also contradictory; for though you exuded innocence, there was also a complexity and rage that simmered underneath your skin. During missions, you were a force not to be underestimated - you stuck down enemies with a certainty and ease that even Loki respected. But in the safety and comfort of the tower, you were, for lack of a more eloquent term, adorable . Walking around in oversized Midgardian articles of clothing and fuzzy socks that often sported cartoonish designs of various animals, you almost appeared soft. Paired with your bright, but not blinding, personality, it only made sense that the others warmed to you so quickly.

Stark was the first to fall under your spell, pampering you with his latest inventions before showing anyone else. Loki supposed it had to do with your genuine enthusiasm when Stark talked, and the team had quickly learned that besides Pepper, you were one of the only people who could persuade Stark to venture from his lab to get the rest that all mortals needed. Rogers had been next. It wasn’t hard to see why the Captain had taken such a quick liking to you. Loki personally believed Rogers only saw the innocence and not the complexity, but that innocence had apparently activated his protective mode, for the Captain was oh-so-careful whenever he reluctantly sent you on any missions. Next, it had been Banner. You and the shy doctor had bonded over your shared love of quiet relaxed conversation and he could often find you in Banner’s labs, assisting him with various mundane tasks. You had even swayed the ever-suspicious Widow. How you did so, Loki had no idea. Even now, months later, the Widow only gazed upon him with open hostility. Finally, his oaf of a brother Thor. Thor had loved you from the first time he met you, but that was no surprise. What was surprising was how you tolerated his boisterous brother’s extroverted and often over-enthusiastic nature with a never ending well of patience. He could see how you flinched when Thor would sometimes talk too loudly, but you were always quick to cover it up with a smile and a hug for the oaf.

Loki noticed that like many Midgardians, you seemed to crave touch. Even among the highly suspicious Avengers, they all seemed to trust you intimately. Stark, who, putting it lightly, was not a hugger, seemed to enjoy the occasional brush of your fingers across his arm. Rogers loved to ruffle your hair whenever he saw you, his large hand continuously running through your soft locks during meetings. Loki wondered briefly what it would be like to feel your silky strands of hair between his fingers, to have you sigh contentedly and close your eyes while he wove intricate braids into your hair. He didn’t know. The only one besides Rogers who touched your hair was the Widow, and you could both often be found brushing and braiding each other’s hair. With Banner, you seemed to be fond of side hugs, quickly smooshing the entire side of your body against his, and with Thor, well, you seemed to be the most comfortable with his brother. Your customary greeting was a hug, and it often annoyed him when his brother would abandon whatever interaction he was having with Loki to embrace you and spin you around while you giggled with a childlike glee. During the weekly movie nights, you could usually be found next to Thor, curled next to him with one of his arms thrown haphazardly behind your shoulders. Loki hated it.

When you had first moved into the compound, you had been cautious around all of your new companions. Slowly, that careful apprehension had faded away, and you had become an integral part of their family, while Loki had remained an outsider. He had tried to hate you, and for a time, he was successful. He looked down upon your openness, your softness, and categorized it as a weakness. Over time, he began to see your courage and ability to trust as a strength and as a sign that you were truly comfortable with all the occupants of the tower, and he admired it, rather against his will.

Though Loki refused to admit it to himself, his fascination with you had nothing to do with how the others saw you; Loki couldn’t care less about the opinions of Midgardians. Except you. There was something about you that drew Loki to you, for when he noticed you were relaxed with all of your roommates, he was startled to see that it included him. Not to say he was your favorite by any chance, or that you paid special attention to him, but he was excruciatingly aware of your perfectly average treatment of him. The way your eyes met his without flinching and how your body refused to tense when he entered a room and the way you didn’t hesitate before contentedly dropping into a seat next to him made him feel accepted. Though his pride prevented him from acknowledging it, acceptance was one thing Loki strived for but could never reach, regardless of his Silvertongue or magic, charm or tricks. But with you, Loki didn’t have to strive for acceptance, he simply was. As uncomfortable as it made him, Loki begrudgingly began to develop a fondness for you.

Not only did your laid-back treatment of Loki prompt him to lower his defenses around you, your complete and inherent trust in him pleased him immensely. He wasn’t talking about you sharing all your deepest and darkest secrets with him, but rather the way you trusted he wouldn’t hurt you or betray the Avengers. Occasionally Loki would unintentionally hear snippets of conversation between ‘Earth’s Mightiest Heroes’ making jabs regarding his ability to be trusted and simply at his expense, but you were never a part of the unpleasant discussions. In fact, Loki would often see you frowning disapprovingly at whomever had made the disparaging comment, and while the others’ opinion of Loki did not matter to him whatsoever, seeing your discontent had him appreciating you even more. More than how you acted when Loki wasn’t present, Loki still mostly enjoyed the interactions you did have with him. Loki typically hated movie nights as he was forced to suffer through the combined presence of all the people who disliked him crammed into a single room. He constantly craved to distance himself from everyone, including you, until he had experienced your closeness for himself. Though it was unbearably harder to see you interacting so affectionately with Thor after he knew just how intoxicating you were, the times you would touch him always kept his negative feelings at bay. On the rare occasions when you weren’t glued to Thor’s side during movie nights, you opted to sit next to him. More often than not, you ended up falling asleep, either right next to him, or on him, though that seldom ever happened. The few times it did, Loki found himself paying even less attention to whatever repetitive and predictable Midgardian film was playing and focusing on you. The steady rise and fall of your breaths against his skin, the warmth your body radiated, contrasting deliciously with his own icy interior, and the unpredictable actions you took in your sleep, such as the occasional tightening of your fingers on his chest or the charming way you enticingly nuzzled your cheek into him. Whenever you feel asleep on him, Loki would take extreme care to keep his breaths as even as possible to not disturb you. He once mustered up the courage to drape his arm across your slumbering form, and you had sighed ever so softly and only burrowed deeper into his side. When you woke up, you always looked mortified and apologized profusely, as if Loki could ever be displeased by your actions. Unbeknownst to you, the moments you spend curled up next to him warmed him during the days you were absent or off on missions.

He doubted you knew how much you mattered to him, and he himself didn’t understand just how deep he cared for you, until he almost lost you. You were on a mission with Thor and the Widow and were supposed to be back a week ago. Various complications had arisen, and while worry grew within Loki, he pushed it deep within himself as missions rarely did go completely smoothly. However, his sleep quality, while usually less restful when you were not within the compound, deteriorated at a rapid pace, and he found himself in the kitchen making tea when the Quinjet returned, announcing your return. Loki immediately knew something was off, for he did not hear any quiet chatter or soft laughter that usually accompanied you, Thor, and the Widow. Convincing himself that he had nothing better to do, Loki had gone up to the roof with the intent of offering his brother tea as a guise to check on you. The sight Loki was met with had his fingers tightening on the mug and his teeth being grinded so hard he could almost hear it. For there Thor was, leaving the Quinjet with you held in his arms and the Widow prancing along behind. A concoction of emotions began boiling within Loki: confusion, hurt, anger, disgust. As Loki continued to watch from the shadow of the roof, his revulsion only increased as Thor lowered his face to yours in a disgustingly sweet manner and whispered in your ear. However, as Thor and the Widow drew closer to where Loki was standing, he began to pick up on the oddity of the situation. Why would Thor be carrying you in his arms? The Widow was not prancing, she was running. Why was she running? Why were you still limp? Was that blood? Loki quickly emerged from his corner and walked forward towards you. The sight he was met with had the tea in his hands dropping to the floor and shattering with a crash that Loki couldn’t hear. In fact, he couldn’t hear anything but a distant buzzing surrounding him, for you were there, lying in Thor’s arms with your eyes closed, skin sickly pale but shining with sweat, hair matted, and coated in blood that seemed to ooze from your body. Without a word, Loki had teleported all of you into the doctor’s lab.

As Thor positioned you gently down onto the bed and the Widow ran to summon the healers, Loki could only focus on you. Your breaths, so solid against his side a few days ago, were erratic and thin, your chest barely rising at all. Your fingers twitched, not in the peaceful way they had against his chest, but painfully. Your brows furrowed and you whimpered pathetically. Loki’s heart shattered. Under any other circumstance, he would have immediately demanded what had happened, but he could not tear his eyes from you. Oh, you precious little mortal. Loki had forgotten how frail Midgardians were and how easily you could break, how utterly short your existences were. He reached towards your fragile form, carefully brushing your tangled hair away from your face. He poured his seidr into you, praying to all the Norns - Hel, even to Odin - that you would survive this ordeal, all the while cursing himself for not going with you, for allowing you to become injured to such an extent, and for not practicing healing magic when he had a change. His desperate attempt to heal you and self loathing was cut short by the arrival of doctors, nurses, and the other Avengers, all wildy alert after receiving news of your injury. Loki allowed himself to be jostled away while medical personnel surrounded you as the others began questioning Thor and the Widow on how you had arrived in this condition.

Now, Loki sat by your bedside, where he had resided ever since they had stabilized your condition. He refused to budge, plainly ignoring anyone who tried to take his place and brushing off Thor’s half-hearted attempts to get him to eat. No, Loki spent all his time here, watching you for any sign of recovery and ensuring that your breaths kept coming. Your clothes had been changed. You were no longer wearing your bloodied uniform, but a set of sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt taken out of your bedroom. Your body had been cleaned and hair had been brushed. You looked so peaceful, just laying there on the crisp white sheets. Your eyelids fluttering randomly and the occasional wince and groan were the only signs of life you exhibited. Your body convulses, and your face tenses as sweat begins to bead across your forehead. Loki recognized these symptoms all too well. You were having a nightmare.

“Darling? Darling do you think you could wake up? I know you can. Come on, you can do it.”

Loki whispered encouragement into your unconscious body, hoping he could rouse you from whatever torment your subconscious decided to inflict upon you. Surprisingly, you do awake, though it was not with the grace he typically saw from you. Instead, your eyes jolted open with a start and you immediately attempted to sit up, falling back down onto your back as your injury took over you. Your eyes were clouded as a result of the medication the doctors had pumped you with and your lips were chapped. Your hair framed your face haphazardly as a result of your incessant twitching from the nightmare. Your eyebags were prominent and half of your body and face still swollen. Norns, Loki thought he had never seen anything so beautiful.

Seeing him, your half alert face breaks into a genuine smile and Loki hands you a glass of water, prompting you to greedily gulp all the liquid down.

“Loki?” , you croak. “I'm cold.”

Loki’s relief at your awakening is palpable, and he immediately shrugs off his hoodie and bundles you up in the dark green (and insanely soft) fabric. His heart seems infinitely lighter as you look up at him wearing his ridiculously large hoodie and softens when you lay back down and burrow yourself into the fabric. You looked so small there in the hospital bed, your body still recovering and drowning in dark green cotton, and Loki has a sudden desire to brush his lips against the top of your head. Justifying his actions of simply that of a concerned friend, Loki gives into his want. The instant his lips come into contact with your skin, Loki never wants to let you go. The warmness of you seeps into him and fills a void within himself he didn’t even know he had. But Loki lets go, and you sigh happily. Looking down at your now sleeping figure, Loki decides to alert the others. As much as the Avengers dislike him, he does not take joy in witnessing their restlessness as they wallow in guilt. Moving away from you, Loki is stopped by your voice.

“Don’t go.” , your sleepy voice whispers, “Please don’t go. Don’t leave me.”

Though he wasn’t sure of the exact details of your past or what experiences prompted you to ask him to stay, but in that moment Loki vowed to completely annihilate not only those who put you in your current state, but also any being who had ever dared to harm you in any way, even if he had to track down the man who had cut in front of you when you were in line getting coffee for the team a few weeks ago. Your eyes look at him with sadness and pleading within that whatever miniscule amount of conviction within Loki dissipates. He quickly returns to your bedside, dragging the chair closer to you. Selfishly, Loki wants to touch you again, so he reaches out a hand to close your eyelids.

“Shh. It’s okay love. I’m not going anywhere. I won’t leave you. I promise. Try to get some rest. I’ll be right here.”

“Thank you. You’re the best you know. You’re my favorite,” you mutter almost incoherently as you doze off again. As he moves his hand away from your face, you grimace and grab his hand before he can pull back entirely. Your fingers intertwine with his as you bring it back to you. Turning onto your side, you pull your connected hands back up to your face and cuddle with it. You. Cuddling. With him. “Thought you said you weren’t going to leave,” you mutter as you frown, “Lokiii” you drawl. You smile then, and truly drift off.

Something inside Loki cracks. He had been suppressing and denying it for weeks, months now even, but he could no longer run from the realization that his heart belonged to you. Looking at your sleeping form, willingly grasping onto him even though you knew his history and all that he had done, Loki finally let himself believe he might not need to run anymore.

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hyunjilicious · 3 years

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a helping hand [henry cavill] - part 2

A/n: I’m sorry it took me so long. I don’t like how this part turned out, at all, but I rewrote it 3 times and I can’t even think about these scenes anymore without getting annoyed. I’m just happy it’s finished and that I can start working on part 3 (that is, if you like this one enough to want to keep reading lol)

Summary: After you post on onlyfans a video starring another man, Henry decides to take matters into his own hands. (cameo: Steve Rogers) KINKY 4k

Warnings: spanking, daddy kink, dirty talk, mentions of smut and masturbation (male), humiliation/degradation kink, groping, mentions of porn and filming pornographic material, stalker-ish/obsessed Henry. (also tumblr crashed when I first tried to upload this so maybe that a sign this sucks)

You can read part 1 here!

The sight brought down a storm upon Henry's mind. He stood there, mouth agape, watching the screen, unable to believe his eyes. It was one thing to post videos of yourself on the Internet, but to have someone else take part in them was too much. At least for Henry. Still smart and composed, he realised there wasn't anything he could do about it, but nevertheless, he was determined to not let this shit slide for much longer.

As much as he wanted to hunt down that man who dared put his hands on you, Henry gathered himself, took a deep breath and closed the onlyfans page. He was perfectly aware that just the right amount of you could get him to lose his sense of control and do things he'd later regret. Still, in desperate need to see you, he grabbed his phone, eyes scheming over your socials, only to see that the last time you had been active was 7 minutes ago. So, without much consideration, he started typing.

"You up?"

"Yep. Finishing up an essay. Coffee in 30??"

Oh, and how deeply that hurt him. "Of course" he sent you, and then checked again the post you made at 3am. '...I'll go to sleep right now, edit it for you when I wake up...'

You were lying? Why were you lying to him? It drove him insane. Henry felt like he couldn't sit down anymore, like he had no chance to catch his breath. He couldn't think straight, so he wasn't really to blame for what he did next.

Henry's fingers flew over the keyboard, accessing Facebook and logging into your account, desperate to see whether he could find out who the man in your video was. And it was as easy as it could've been, considering your last 5 conversations were with the girl friends he already knew about. But somewhere among them, he spotted an unfamiliar name - Steve R., and instantly clicked and opened the conversation. His blood started to boil when the multitude of emojis you sent reached his eyes, but he scrolled up, until he found the beginning of yesterday's conversation.

It was started by you, and with a request. You were blunt and went straight for it, asking him with just one message to be in the video with you. There was no trace of your relationship with him on the Internet, so Henry had no idea regarding the nature of yours and Steve's connection. Judging by the way you addressed him, he could easily assume the man was nothing more than a fuck buddy. Even though it angered him, Henry kept his calm and decided to go about this with care. It would only be a matter of time until he removed Steve from your life. But for now, he just had to keep digging for information.

Steve R.: "Exactly what do you need me to do, baby? Spank you? In front of the camera? Are you serious?"

"Yes, Steve. Come on!! I know we haven't seen each other in a while, but still... 😇 when it comes to these things, you know me better than anyone"

Henry scoffed. Who the fuck was this guy?

Steve R.: "I know, baby"

Steve R.: "What's in it for me?"

Smoke came out of Henry's ears, and the fact that you acted so sweet and innocent made him want to smash his keyboard.

"Whatever you want! Just do this for me!!! Please!!!! 🥺😊😋"

Steve R.: "Ofc I'll do it, sweetheart. I got you"

"Thank you thank you thank you 😘"

Steve R.: "I should be the one to thank you"

Steve R.: "Send me the location and I'll be over there asap"

After that, your address followed and then that was it. Determined to dig deeper, Henry started to scroll up again, wanting to find out as much as he could about this mysterious man. He didn't get a chance to lurk too much before this computer alerted him of a notification, the onlyfans tab glowing orange. His attention was instantly won, smiling devilishly as he checked the content.

Posted 30 seconds ago, was the new video. Ready to kick back and enjoy, Henry pressed the play button, ready to go at it with an open mind.

He reluctantly accepted the fact that there was another man in it with you, but he decided to enjoy it nevertheless. The video started, displaying Steve seated on the couch, thighs suggestively parted. He had a pair of black dress pants on, dangerously stretched over his massive thighs. A white, elegant shirt hugged his visibly sculpted torso, the top two buttons undone to show just a hint of chest hair. Quite a sight, but all Henry saw was trash. With his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, a silver watch on his wrist and a pinky ring on, Steve patted his thigh, cueing your entrance.

When Henry saw you, he felt his breath reach a new, sudden level of difficulty. With the shortest of skirts barely managing to cover your ass and a mostly see-through shirt on your top half, you made your way to him in such an angelic way that Henry couldn't believe his eyes.

You looked like happiness personified, and it came in such a painful contraction to what you were about to do, that it twisted Henry's mind in such a perverse way, his cock nearly twitched just by seeing you.

When you were about to bend over Steve's thigh, he grabbed your chin and stopped you mid action, his lips slamming against your as his free hand lewdly caressed your ass. He flung the skirt over your hips, your flimsy underwear on full display.

Attentive to the events unfolding on the screen, Henry found his cock, teasingly rubbing it over the material of his pajama pants. His mouth watered when he felt the sensibility in his tip, actually believing this would be easier than he initially anticipated.

"Are you going to be Daddy's good little girl, or do I have to make this fucking hurt?" Steve asked and Henry almost threw up.

"Yes, Daddy. I'll be good" you mewled, wiggling your feet.

"Let's see" the man menacingly chuckled, releasing a sharp slap against your ass that made you yelp out in pain.

At this point, about 30 seconds in that was, Henry was already losing his mind. It was as if you took a trip inside his dreams and decided to play out his fantasies. The only problem was that you did it with another man. It was next to impossible for him to keep this going.

"Can you count?" Steve taunted, his hand traveling all over the back of your thighs, your exposed ass and between your legs.

"Yes, Daddy" you eagerly nodded and Henry almost threw up.

"I wouldn't be surprised if a dumb slut like you didn't know how to" Steve chuckled, "But it's ok, that's how we like our girls. Dumb and pretty"

"Thank you, Daddy"

Henry couldn't believe his eyes. He refused to accept the fact that a random man got to play with your innocence like that. You were his sweet little girl. And if until now he pushed through heroically, when literal yelps of pain started erupting from your lips as the blonde man slapped your ass hard enough to rock your whole frame, Henry's blood ran cold.

But no matter how hard the jealousy had hit him, the video was still pushing his limits of self control. It was still what he always wanted to see. When he reached inside his pants and grabbed his cock, a low grunt of early satisfaction left his lips. He once again found himself picturing you, willing to please him, but this time, he didn't get to go too far. The buzzing sound of his doorbell rang through his apartment, and he never stood up faster.

Cock still hard and completely visible through his pants, Henry slapped the pause button and minimized the browser, before springing to his feet and rushing to the door.

"Henry!" you exclaimed as soon as he came into view. He looked somehow tired, but it was easy to tell there was something else bothering him. "You didn't answer your phone" you pouted.

"Yeah, sorry" he shook his head, a few sweaty curls falling against his forehead. "I was busy with something. What's up?"

You raised your eyebrows and pointed to the door of your apartment, "You said you'd come over? Coffee? Remember?"

"Oh, shit, yeah" Henry cringed, rubbing his forehead. "I'll be over in 10 minutes, that ok?"

"Sure" you beamed, completely oblivious to the way he just tried to get rid of you. With utter nonchalance, you pushed your way past him and strolled into the kitchen.

"You wanna wait here?" he muttered.

"Yeah... Is that a problem? I can leave..."

"No, no" Henry eventually sighed and rushed over to you. He cupped your cheeks and kissed your forehead. "Wait here, I'll be right back"

And that was what you did. You silently sat down, grabbing a bag of chips you found laying around, and settled to wait. And maybe, a few seconds passed where nothing devious came to mind, but as time ticket itself away, boredom got to you. First you stood up, and padded to the hallway, looking around. There was almost nothing new over there, but it still felt so homey you absolutely loved to inspect every detail. The TV in the living room was turned off, a couple of pizza boxes on the floor and his DVD cases laying around - absolutely nothing interesting.

You sighed and plopped down on his couch, folding your legs under your body, ready to flip through the channels on TV until he'd decide to join you. Nothing seemed of interest, being bombarded with news and fishing programs. "Old man" you thought to yourself, before opening up the menu in search for something less depressing. A wave of nostalgia hit you when you came across a Spiderman marathon, and you were done for. Maybe one full episode passed until Henry walked out of the bathroom, but you were nowhere near ready to leave.

"Look what's playing!" you beamed, pointing to the screen. Henry raised his eyebrows in amusement, his shoulders shaking as he softly laughed at your unusual choice of entertainment.

"Are you serious? Cartoons?"

"Yes!" you scoffed, extending your arms and gesturing for him to join you. Although reluctant at first, Henry agreed to sit and watch the show with you, but not before brewing some coffee first.

When he returned from the kitchen, two steaming mugs in tow, you shuffled to the side and welcomed him on the couch. He brought you close against him, draping his arm around your body. With your head resting on his shoulder, you sipped your coffee, eyes glued to the TV. "You seriously never watched these as teen? You were 11 when it came out."

"I did" Henry laughed, rubbing his hand up and down your side, "I was in love with Felicia Hardy"

"MJ was so much better!" you shook your head disappointed, "You have no taste"

"No need for that" Henry threatened, his fingers exploring their way down your body. The way he trailed his hand across your hips and thighs made you squirm, smiling to yourself as you shuffled closer to him.

Henry was more than happy to reciprocate, kissing your forehead and squeezing you tighter.

And just like that, you didn't care about Spiderman anymore. You flung your leg over Henry's lap, all but crawling on top of him. The episode was still playing in the background, but none of you was paying attention anymore. Henry wrapped his muscular arms around your frame, eliciting a soft moan from your lips as you pushed your hips down against his thigh. His hands traveled lower, exploring your body with delicate but greedy strokes.

As you let yourself get carried away with absolutely no worry in mind, Henry knew exactly what he was doing. And considering how easily you let your guard down, he had you right where he wanted.

When you hid your face in the crook of his neck, your nose rubbing across the slope of his collarbone, Henry's right hand found your ass. You froze for a second, but his gentle caress helped you relax again in an instant. With his lips against the top of your head, he allowed his fingers to sink into your flesh. Your whole frame stiffened as you gathered a handful of his hoodie into your fist.

"What's wrong?" Henry cooed, grabbing your chin, "You ok?"

"Yep" you whimpered, and then winced again as he squeezed your ass once more. "I'm good-" you lied, cupping the side of his neck into your palm as you crawled higher up his body, your lips right against his ear.

As weak as he was for you, Henry stood his ground. If you wanted to play this game, he'd do it, but he wouldn't let you win.

"Does this hurt?" he asked, roughly groping your ass.

Jumping slightly from the pain, you still managed to shake your head, blurting out another lie. "... no"

"What about this?" Henry teased, grinning widely as he shoved his hands inside your leggings, under your panties.

The urgency of his touch made your eyes open wide, your back arching as you tried to push yourself off of him.

"Does it hurt, darling?" he continued, keeping you in place with ease.

Defeated, you sighed and lowered your gaze, "A bit" you mumbled.

"Just a bit?"

"Henry-"

"Did he fuck you good?"

Your mouth fell open. "What- no, I didn't- we didn't do anything-"

"Didn’t do anything?" Henry grinned, his perfect teeth showing as he proudly pried information out of you.

"I just... fuck-"

Seeing no way out of this one, and eager to stop hiding, you pushed yourself back. Henry's hands left your body as you sat beside him, and he watched you curiously, patiently waiting for you to word your thoughts. "I just filmed a video for my page, that's all" you bowed your head.

"What kind of video?" Henry questioned.

His demeanour was so relaxed, he was right in his element, unlike you, who were riled up to the extreme. "A spanking video-" you cleared, awkwardly fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

"Did he spank you good?"

His hand found your hips again, and you leaned into his touch, nodding your head yes as you were too embarrassed to actually word your answer.

"Then show me"

He was dominant and stern, and even if you wanted to, you felt like saying no wasn't an option. Henry didn't wait for your permission as he grabbed your waist and pulled you up to your knees, chuckling softly to himself when he saw you shyly smile down at him.

His fingers curled around the waistband of your leggings, forcefully pulling them down your thighs. "Come on" he urged you, softly guiding you to lay down across his lap, your ass barely covered by the pinkish and slightly unflattering underwear you had chosen for the day.

Henry's breathing picked up at the sight, and so did yours. You watched him over your shoulder, his fingers tracing over the bruises Steve left on your bum the night before.

"Henry-?" you whimpered, the anticipation building up in the pit of your stomach becoming too much to bear.

"Yes, darling?" he cooed, leaning down to the side to kiss your cheek. His stumble tickled your skin and you whimpered when his hand made its way between your legs.

You felt his fingers against your opening and involuntarily clenched your thighs around him, hiding your face in the cushions of below your head.

"Tell me" Henry pushed, teasing your folds and clit over your underwear.

"Nothing, I-" you cried, making him chuckle.

He loved giving you a taste of your own medicine. He straightened himself up and grabbed your ass into his hands, squeezing until you yelped out in pain. A soft laughter of approval escaped his throat as he bent down and pressed his lips to one of your cheeks, applying lingering kisses over each and every single bruise.

The way he took control of the situation and handled your body, turned you on to no end. For whatever reason, being exposed like that for him, waiting for any kind of judgement to leave his lips, you were getting more and more riled up by the second. You were done for. You did your best not to moan with need, but little did you know that was exactly what kept you from being thrown onto the floor and fucked into oblivion. Just one single sign was all you needed in order to break his self control, but you didn’t have it in you to do it.

But he didn’t say anything, instead just keeping you on your toes as he had his way. You were dripping through your underwear, and judging by the bulge in his pants that pushed up against your belly, you knew he was on the same page as you. But again, he didn’t allow things to go further. Everything about this moment pointed in the right direction - the teasing, the touching, you were all but whimpering in his lap, but he cut the moment short with a sharp slap against your ass before he helped you up. Henry acted as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened as he pulled your leggings back up, but this glare became colder when he found your eyes.

He bent down and spoke into your ear, "He could've done a better job"

Completely under his spell, you bit your lip and furrowed your eyebrows. "I don't think I would have been able to take any more"

"That's not what I said" Henry shook his head.

"Look at you being an expert" you teased, relishing in the fact that he seemed eager to keep things going.

"All I'm saying is that if you had asked someone else-" Henry laughed, stroking your cheek, "Things would have turned out much more different"

"Oh" you pouted, ready to tease him further. "Who should I have asked-"

Just when you started getting comfortable and confident enough to push things further, Henry's phone rang. "I don't have to take that" he shook his head when he heard you stopped talking.

"Just see who it is" you giggled, slapping his shoulder.

Before doing so, Henry grabbed your chin and kissed your forehead, his touch drawing you in like a magnet as you leaned into him when he pulled away. With a sigh, you eventually crawled off his lap and then your face fell with disappointment when Henry showed you the screen of his phone.

"Yeah?" he huffed after picking up, his boss being the last person he wished to talk to right now.

You watched him closely as he listened to whatever the man was saying, and almost whined out loud when Henry frowned annoyed.

"I'll call you back in 5, ok?" he asked and after a couple of seconds hung up.

"I'm so sorry-" Henry sighed, turning to you, "I gotta go take this, there's a problem with one of the radars, I need to go see if I can fix it remotely"

"Sure thing" you shook your head. "But please tell me you don't have plans tonight"

"I don't" Henry leaned towards you and again, kissed your forehead. As much as you loved the sweet gesture, it was now more than ever that you craved something else entirely.

"And please don't forget about me again" you giggled, grabbing his biceps and stopping him from leaving without a promise.

"I won't" he sighed, "I'm really sorry about that. I'll make it up to you"

"However I want?" you beamed and licked your lips.

"Absolutely" Henry smiled, sweetly embracing you before walking you to the door.

You had his word now, and you were planning on making it count. There was no way either you or Henry would act as if nothing had happened, and you couldn't wait.

Once alone and seated at his desk, Henry opened up the text editor associated with the code he wrote months ago. When his screen was flooded with errors and his chat popped up with three different messages asking for help from his colleagues, Henry all but yelled out loud in frustration. Not only did he wish to be with you, it was also Sunday, one of his days off. But he couldn't just text the pilot of the plane whose radar went berserk and tell him to wait. So he got to work, determined to get this done as soon as possible.

But unfortunately, that 'as soon as possible' turned into 3 hours of continuous work. He didn't even stand up to go to the bathroom until he made sure everything was on point. It was about 4pm when the program started running smoothly again, and seeing how he had a few more hours to waste until he had to see you, Henry decided to make the best of them, by getting a head start on his tasks for the following day.

Productivity flowed through his fingertips as he solved the first issue he had been assigned for the day to come, getting ready to start working on the second one when a call caught his attention. He didn't recognize the ring tone, and it only dawned on him that he was still logged into your facebook account a couple of seconds after it stopped ringing.

Still curious, Henry switched the tabs on his computer, noticing that the chat with Steve, which he left open hours ago, showed that there was an ongoing video call. His jaw fell. Henry tightened his hands into fists, fuming with anger. First as you for doing this, and then at himself for allowing you to believe this was an ok thing to do. He knew there was no way to eavesdrop on your conversation even if he had the password, but that didn't mean his curiosity died down. No, it only grew stronger.

He felt lost for a minute, but then he thought of something. On his dresser, right next to his winter gloves and under his favorite jogging hat, laid an extra set of keys. Henry remembered the day you gave them to him, saying something along the lines of 'I feel much safer knowing that if something were to happen, you could always get to me, Henry.' and then remembered how you stuffed them in his pocket, and kissed his chest before stepping back. Such different times.

There was no trace of hesitation inside his mind as he grabbed the keys and made his way out of his home. He passed the hallway in less than a second and pressed his ear to the door. It was perfectly quiet, and through the peephole, he couldn't see any light. You weren't in the kitchen or living room, so he felt confident enough. After putting his phone on vibrate, Henry ever so gently pushed the key inside, turning it inside the lock with the most meticulous movement his wrist could muster. The sound of the door knob being turned was so faint he barely even heard it, but his pulse skyrocketed when he heard the click that signaled the door was finally open.

With small, careful steps, he made his way inside. The entire apartment was dark and quiet as he made his way in, stopping just outside your bedroom as the relaxed, deep voice of a stranger became audible through the wall. “Trust me, sweetheart. Just relax, I got you. You’re all tense, I can see it from here. You know I have more experience with this than you do, just do as I say”

With one hand on the doorknob of your bedroom, Henry was ready to put an end to this whole charade. He knew he might regret it later, but he didn't care. The image of a so called friend, pushing you to do anything that you seemed to have clearly stated your discomfort about, flipped a switch inside his brain. There was no stopping him because no one, no one got to push you around like that. Not while he could do anything about it.

#henry cavill #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill smut #henry cavill fics #august walker x reader #geralt of rivia x reader #walter marshall x reader #ahh #a helping hand

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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 3 years

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MY DEAR WIFE. I DESIRE A SEQUEL TO THE JIMMY EMPIRE FIC. I MADE THIS TUMBLR ACCOUNT TO MAKE MY DEMANDS. NOW GO BE FREE. WRITE YOU FANTASTIC FANFIC WRITER YOU. -BEST SPOUSE, PURP <3

this was a popular request LMAO :D

here’s the first part

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The ringing of her communicator wakes Lizzie up late in the night. Blinking herself awake, she quickly answers it, speaking quietly so as to not awaken her sleeping fiance next to her. “Hello?”

“Lizzie, it’s Pixl,” comes the familiar British voice. “I’m so sorry to wake you.”

“It’s okay,” Lizzie says. “Is something wrong?”

“Something’s happened with Jimmy.”

Lizzie’s heart skips a beat. “Is he okay?”

“I’ll explain everything later but I could really use your help right now. Are you able to come to the Cod Empire?”

Momentarily forgetting that Pixl can’t see her, Lizzie nods. “Of course, I’ll come over right away.”

“Thanks so much, Lizzie,” says Pixl gratefully. “See you soon.”

“See you.”

Lizzie puts down her communicator and gets out of bed. Just as she’s finished changing, her fiance stirs in his bed and murmurs, “What’s going on? Who was that?”

“Pixl,” replies Lizzie softly, secretly glad he’s awake; she wouldn’t have woken him first. “Something’s happened to Jimmy, and Pixl needs me. You okay to come over to the Cod Empire with me?”

Joel sits up in his bed, immediately more awake. “Of course, of course. Let me get dressed.”

The two fly straight over to the Cod Empire and land outside Jimmy’s house. Pixl answers the door on the first knock. “Queen Lizzie, thank you for coming,” he says gratefully. “And King Joel.”

He leads them inside. Lizzie and Joel both gasp simultaneously as they spot Jimmy lying on the bed.

Joel freezes but Lizzie dashes to his side and grasps his hand, staring down in horror at the bruises covering Jimmy’s face. “Oh my goodness! What happened to him?! Is he okay?!”

Pixl joins her on Jimmy’s other side. “He’s recovering,” he responds grimly. “You know the demon Xornoth that’s shown their face around the server lately?”

“Heard of them.”

“fWhip and Sausage seem to be around the epicentre of the whole thing. They captured Jimmy, kept him in a cell for a whole day, beat him several times, then tried to sacrifice him to Xornoth. Scott and I managed to save him but he almost died from his injuries before Scott was able to heal him somewhat with magic.”

Lizzie gazes down at Jimmy with a worried expression, gently touching his face. He stirs slightly under her touch.

After a moment, she speaks again, her tone low and dangerous. “fWhip and Sausage, you said?”

Pixl nods. “Yeah. Scott and I chased them off but I’m a little worried about them returning to finish the job. That’s why I asked you over; I could do with some help protecting him. If that’s okay.”

“Of course it’s okay.” Lizzie retracts her hand and presses her fist into her palm. “Hell, if either of them show their faces around here, I’ll rip them apart with my bare hands.”

Now Joel moves closer to the bed, his expression uncharacteristically serious. “Poor Jimmy… I can’t imagine how terrified he must’ve been.”

As Pixl opens his mouth to respond, another knock at the door sounds. The three frown at each other, trying to work out who could possibly be at the door.

After a moment, Pixl heads back over to the door and answers it. His gaze darkens when he sees who’s standing there. “You’re not welcome here.”

Lizzie stiffens as she hears MythicalSausage’s voice: “I just wanted to ask how Jimmy is. And to… apologise.”

“Apologise?!” Lizzie bursts out.

Joel draws Pixl out of the way as Lizzie storms to the door and shoves Sausage backwards. “You TORTURED my friend and you think you can just walk over here and APOLOGISE?!”

Sausage scrambles back as a furious Lizzie bears down on him. “I had nothing to do with hurting him! That was all fWhip!”

“YOU THINK THAT MAKES IT BETTER?!” Lizzie bellows.

She flings out her arms and manipulates the ocean water into grabbing hold of Sausage and bringing him closer to her. “ACK!” Sausage chokes, struggling uselessly. “LIZZIE!”

“I’m going to kill you, Sausage,” growls Lizzie. “Would you rather be flung high into the air and fall to your death or drowned in salty ocean water?”

“N-Neither!”

A dark smile appears on Lizzie’s face. “Too bad. I’ve decided I’m gonna drown you.”

She lifts the water higher. His scream is abruptly cut off as the water envelopes his head, stopping him from breathing. She watches with satisfaction as his air slowly runs out.

But then Pixl’s voice comes from behind her: “Lizzie, he’s calling for you. He needs you.”

Lizzie pauses, weighing up her options. Eventually, she releases Sausage onto the dock, taking grim pleasure in the way he splutters and coughs up water. “You’re lucky this time, Sausage,” she says. She kneels down beside him and pushes her face close to Sausage’s with a menacing glare. “But if you ever, and I mean EVER, come near Jimmy again, you’re gonna wish you were never born. Do I make myself clear?”

“Y-Y-Yes!” gasps Sausage.

Lizzie steps back and lets Sausage flee, before rushing back inside and back to Jimmy’s side. Her ally is stirring, his eyelids fluttering. “L-Lizz...ie…”

“I’m here,” whispers Lizzie softly, holding his hand against her cheek to reassure him of her presence. “I’m here, Jimmy. Are you okay?”

Jimmy coughs weakly. “M-My wrists hurt.”

Frowning, Lizzie pushes down Jimmy’s sleeve, revealing the thick red marks. “Wh-What is this?!” she gasps. “Pixl?”

“It’s…” Pixl hesitates, knowing what his next words will likely cause. “They’re burn marks. He had his hands tied behind his back for most of the day in that cell.”

Joel glances sharply at his fiancee. “Uh oh.”

Thunder sounds overhead as dark clouds rapidly slide across the sky. Lizzie’s expression remains steady, but lightning flashes in her eyes. “I’ll be right back, Jimmy,” she says, her voice as steady as her expression. But it’s just an act for Jimmy’s benefit and both Pixl and Joel know it.

Neither Pixl nor Joel stop her as she storms out of the hut and takes off flying towards the Grimlands. She lands atop the outer wall, rain starting to fall from the sky.

“FWHIP!” she bellows, her voice rolling through the clouds and echoing across the land.

Seconds later, the count himself appears atop his tower, within audible distance despite the increasingly loud thunder overhead. “Queen Lizzie!” He spreads his arms wide. “How may I help you?”

A bolt of lightning strikes the very top of fWhip’s tower.

“Aha, what have I done to invoke the wrath of the Ocean Queen?” fWhip laughs.

Instead of replying verbally, Lizzie lifts her arms and summons a giant wave of water from the river, sending it crashing down like a tsunami over the Grimlands.

“NO!” fWhip yells. “My villagers! You’re gonna drown my villagers!”

“MAYBE YOU SHOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF THAT BEFORE YOU TORTURED JIMMY AND TRIED TO MURDER HIM!” roars Lizzie.

fWhip stares at her for a moment as he finally remembers that Lizzie is one of Jimmy’s closest allies. “...oh…”

Shaking himself into action, fWhip dives down into his flooded village. Lizzie watches him, taking grim satisfaction in watching him flounder around in desperation. She doesn’t even realise how close he is to death until-

fWhip drowned

Lizzie quickly dissipates the flood and jumps down to look for fWhip’s items. As she’s starting to pick them up, fWhip reappears, so she retreats back to a safe distance.

“I’ll get my revenge for this, Ocean Queen,” growls fWhip. “I will not take the attempted murder of my villagers lying down.”

“I don’t give a crap,” Lizzie snaps back. “Don’t you dare think about going near Jimmy ever again, because if you do, I can promise you I will wipe your goddamn empire off the face of the world and I will NOT regret doing it.”

fWhip narrows his eyes. “You’re messing with the wrong empire. I too have the power to wipe an empire out of existence.”

“I live in the ocean. The bulk of my empire is underwater now. Your TNT will make a scratch at most.”

fWhip’s mouth opens, then closes again. After a moment, he looks away. “Fine.”

Lizzie raises an eyebrow. “Really? You’re backing down that easily?”

“I’m being smart. You’ve no idea what’s coming, Lizzie. I do. I need to prepare. I can’t afford to be dragged into another war right now.”

As fWhip turns, he finds Lizzie extremely close to him. She grabs the collar of his shirt and pulls him close so that their faces are inches apart. “Then don’t start one,” she snarls. “Stay away from my allies.”

She shoves fWhip away and takes off again, flying back to the swamp. Part of her feels bad at the attack on fWhip’s innocent villagers but she pushes it aside. fWhip tortured Jimmy and was perfectly willing to slaughter him when he was tied up and defenceless.

Lizzie has no sympathy or mercy for a person like that.

When she gets back, Joel meets her at the door. “Lizzie, you’re back!” he gasps. “I saw the death message in chat.”

“Yes. fWhip needed to be told that I won’t tolerate him hurting my Jimmy.” Her gaze flickers from Joel to Pixl and back again. “Or any of you.”

Joel gazes at her with almost visible hearts in his eyes. “I love you so much, Lizzie.”

Lizzie can’t help a chuckle. “I love you too.”

“Guys, guys, come quick!” Pixl calls suddenly. “Guys!”

The two quickly rush to Jimmy’s beside but stop dead simultaneously when they see what Pixl is so panicked about.

A mark has appeared on Jimmy’s neck. It looks like some kind of rune, but what’s worrying about it is the fact that it’s glowing red.

“What is this?” Lizzie gasps. “What’s happening?”

“I don’t know! It just appeared!”

After a few seconds, the glowing dies down, leaving only the clear black mark.

“This has got to be something to do with the demon,” says Pixl shakily. “I don’t know what or how or why, but somehow, fWhip and Sausage’s attempted sacrifice of Jimmy must’ve caused this.”

“But what can we do about it?” Joel asks. “What can we do to help?”

Pixl has no answer to this.

Nobody does.

#empires smp #pixlriffs #ldshadowlady #solidaritygaming #smallishbeans #fwhip #mythicalsausage #vaunna’s requests

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nyx-aira · 3 years

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Mine (part 2)

Summary: You and Wanda had been fighting for weeks and after another argument you moved to Agatha for a couple days. Will these couple days change your relationship for the better or worse?

A/N: fuck tumblr and their new rules.

Tag list: @escapetodreamworld @midnight-lestrange @king-star @ynscrazylife @booklovinbi @mysticfalls01 @adorkwithaplan @nathaslosttheirshit @agathaharkness-simp @paulawand @sarahp-stan @amethyst-bitch

TW: yelling, alcohol, mentioned mind controll ( let me know if I need to add anything)

(Part 1)

After a very informative breakfast you went for a walk, assuring Agatha that you just needed time to process all this information. She looked like she expected you to run, to scream and to hate her. Sure it was a lot to take in, a witch from the 1600s telling you that your wife might possibly destroy the fabric of reality wasn't the typical small talk for breakfast. You always knew there was something more to Wanda's powers, you and Vision trying to figure out what that might be. The thought of him made your heart ache. This town was fake, all just a splinter of Wanda's reality-warping magic, he could have been there but he wasn't.

When Agatha told you that it was all fake you had asked about the twins. She had shook her head and you had started to sob, you loved them so much. She had pulled you into her arms and had held you there, her soothing voice whispering calming words, promising to find a way to safe them. Her presence had calmed you down, the feeling of her body close to yours giving you a feeling of home. Something you hadn't felt with Wanda in a long time.

That was the main reason why you needed to take a walk. You had initially thought the night with Agatha had just been that but when you thought about it you realised how wrong you were. When you and Wanda had started arguing she had always been there for you, offering you a safe place, someone to listen or just a loving embrace. Even before your problems started her presence had always made you feel at peace, her touches always lingering a bit too long, her hands on you as much as possible. And you hadn't even realised. How much you yearned for her touch and how much she was part of your life already.

As you walked through the streets of Westview you realised how much of a part of the family Agatha was. She had a key to your home and it was more often than not that you would find her make breakfast for the boys when you and Wanda had an argument, giving the two of you space and making sure the kids were okay. She was there most of the time, playing with Billy and Tommy, making dinner and helping around the house. She was part of your crazy family and you hadn't even realised.

Was Wanda aware of that? Or did she think this was just how 'Agnes' was supposed to act. The two of them had been close from the start, getting along perfectly. And no matter how much Agatha would insist that she was just there to look at what Wanda could do you knew that she had become fond of your red headed wife. No, girlfriend.

Westview was fake and as much as you loved your redhead and the perfect place she created you knew this had to stop. She was hurting innocent people and you couldn't stand by and watch them suffer as you lived your perfect life.

With that realisation you made your way back to Agatha’s house. You would need her for this, not just for the magical part of the conversation because whatever had been between the two of you had changed and as much as you loved her you couldn't give up on Wanda.

Agatha wasn't too fond of the idea of revealing herself but with one look at you she knew she needed to end her charade with Wanda sooner or later or the redhead wouldn't trust her anymore. Taking your hand she pulled you close, promising you everything would be alright.

She had fallen for you the minute she first saw you when you came home from work back in the 50s. She had been taken a back by your beauty and had been enchanted by your lovely personality when you had started growing closer. Agatha’s goal had been easy. Find the power source, get the power and dissappear. But with you thrown in the mix she had changed them, convincing herself that she needed to get closer until she could take Wanda's powers. Getting closer had turned out to her being at your house as often as possible and helping you with everything she could, in the process also getting closer with Wanda. The woman had a difficult past, just like her.

When you and Wanda told her that she was pregnant Agatha had been surprised but that feeling had soon turned into giddiness as Wanda told her that only she knew and that the should keep it in the family for now. That was when Agatha realised that she needed to change her goal completely.

Throughout Wanda's more then unusual pregnancy she had always been there, going shopping with you as Wanda rested on the couch or looking after the house when both of you were too tired to clean up.

When the boys were born she immediately loved them and promised herself that she would do everything in her power to keep them safe. When the arguing had started they had come to her and asked her if she could fix the family, Billy insisting she could do it. That was the first time she openly cried in front of them. She had pulled them close and promised she would do anything for their family.

That's why she stood here now, on the front porch of the Maximoff residence, her hand intertwined with yours as she gave you and encouraging nod and you opened the door.

You were nervous when you stepped through the door, everything was silent and although you knew this wasn't unusual as it was still early and the weekend it made you rather nervous. Stepping closer to Agatha you were unsure what to do next, the hand around your waist calming your racing thoughts. You both turned around at the sound of footsteps.

"Wanda we need to talk." You broke the silence, looking at the woman on the stairs. Her hair was messy and she looked like she hadn't slept that well.

"Without shouting at each other." You added, catching the guilty look on her face.

"The twins are still asleep." She said as she walked down the stairs, making her way into the kitchen as she made herself a cup of coffee.

You sat down on the couch, Agatha directly next to you as you anxiously waited for Wanda to join you. She sat down in the arm chair and prompted you to go on. Giving Agatha an encouraging nod you let her take over.

"I haven't been honest with you Wanda and for that I apologise." She started, uncertainty clearly present in her voice.

"Agnes..."

"It's Agatha dear..."

With that she let her glamour dissappear. Eyes turning purple for a moment, a colour you started to loved, and her fingertips reverting to their original colour.

"What's going on!" Wanda asked, her Sokovian accent slipping as she was getting confused, her powers acting up as she dropped her mug and got into a fighting position.

Agatha had gotten up as well, pushing you behind her as purple magic swirled around her hands.

"I'm a witch Wanda, just like you."

You were starting to panic. This wasn't how this was supposed to go down. You were supposed to talk it all out, not getting ready to fight for your life. You looked between the two women. Wanda had growled at Agatha, refusing to believe a word the other woman was saying as Agatha tried to explain Wanda what was going on. When she mentioned the kids you could see the realisation in Wanda's eyes, she started sobbing, sinking to the floor. Any traces of hostility gone as Agatha knelt next to her and gently stirred her towards the couch.

You pulled her into a hug as she practically fell into your arms, soothing the redhead as the brunette sat down on your other side, giving you a moment.

"You said you could safe them." Was the first thing you said in this whole conversation, addressing Agatha.

Wanda looked up at these words, her eyes darting between you and the other witch.

"You were aware all this time?"

You took a deep breath and started explaining how you had always felt there was something wrong with Westview, something was never quite right but you never managed to find out what. No memories of your previous life until yesterday.

Looking at Agatha she gave you an encouraging smile as you explained what happened.

Sometime along your explanation she had started to hug herself, tears threatening to run down her cheeks. Then something happened that surprised not just you.

"Thank you." Wanda whispered as she pulled Agatha into a hug, akwardly sitting on your lap as she pulled the other woman closer, "for taking care of her when I didn't."

She then turned to you, grabbing your hand and pulling you along. The three of you hugging as you sat on the couch and processed all the new information.

"I'm sorry." Wanda whispered, not expecting anyone to hear it but two sets of hands brushed her tears away and soothed her guilty as she sat amidst the women that were most important to her.

She had been heartbroken when you left with Agatha, thinking that was it. That you would leave her for the brunette and she could understand it. Agatha was wonderful, always there when she needed a hand or someone to listen to. She hadn't realised it but she had shaped her perfect reality after the time she had in Scotland, not one loved one but two, Agatha playing along because she needed to gather information but now Wanda realised she didn't just play along. How she cared for you was real, as real as her love for the boys and Wanda hoped that the woman with the blue eyes and captivated smile felt the same way for her as she did for you.

Wanda must have been reminiscing her perfect life longer then she thought because when she snapped out of it again she realised that you were gone. Shifting in Agatha’s arms she looked around trying to find you.

"She wanted to see the boys."

Wanda was surprised as she heard the velvet voice speak, holding so much love for her not-quite-wife and her boys. She grabbed the hands that were slung around her waist and looked at her lap, not daring to look up as she spoke her next words quietly.

"Would you teach me please? I know I messed up and I know this fake reality is hurting people.."

"Wanda..."

"N-no.. please let me finish..I-Im not sure if I can do this twice. "

Agatha gently lifted her head up, making her look at her.

"I'm all ears, buttercup."

Wanda's breath hitched at the nickname, her cheeks turning scarlet as a hand caressed her face. The young witch realised how close they were, noses almost touching. She could feel Agatha’s hot breath and the way her fingers danced across her face. Screw it, she thought as she pressed her lips against Agatha’s, closing the little space that was still left between them.

She melted into the kiss. Agatha tasted like herbs and chocolate ensnaring her senses as she felt her soft lips move against hers. The butterflies in her stomach gave a happy flutter as Wanda realised she wasn't pushed away but Agatha was also kissing her back. She sighed contently as she thought about all the times she wanted to do exactly that, never acting upon her feelings as a small part of her brain told her 'Agnes' was just playing the part she assigned her to play. But Agnes wasn't Agatha and Agatha sat on her couch, hands tangled in her hair as she kissed her passionately. Wanda felt her move so she could pull her into her lap, holding her closer as Agatha deepened the kiss. Burying her hands in the long, dark tresses of her neighbour, Wanda felt at peace, God she loved this woman. She wished they could stay like that forever but the need for air had her reluctantly pull away, resting her head against Agatha’s.

"I love you too, angel"

She opened her eyes at that, shocked at the statement. The smile on Agatha’s face made her grin as well, raising an eyebrow in question.

"Your thoughts are very loud for a telepath." The older witch supplied with a sly smirk.

Wanda turned red at that. Agatha had heard every single one of her thoughts, knowing exactly how she felt.

"Don't worry doll, mind controll and how to shield your thoughts will simply be our first lesson then."

A smile formed on Wanda's face at the sound of Agatha’s words, she was willing to teach her and the fact the she still sat in her lap wasn't a bad bonus.

Wanda leaned in to give her another kiss as she heard a cough from behind, turning around she saw you leaning against the wall, happy smile on your face.

You walked over to the two witches, giving both of them a short peck on the lips as you sat next to them, getting pulled into the cuddle puddle the moment you sat down.

"I was planning on going downstairs soon but Billy said I should give you both some privacy. I think his vision scared him for life." You chuckled, the two witches blushing at your statement.

"Is it safe?" Came a shout from upstairs that belonged to Tommy.

"Yes." You yelled back, laughing at the way Wanda buried her head in Agatha’s shoulder, the woman in question groaning as she massaged her temples.

They were quickly wrapped in a hug as Tommy ran down the stairs, his brother clinging to him as they were nothing but a blur of silver and blue.

"Mommy!" They both exclaimed as the wrapped Wanda in a bone crushing hug. She laughed as she held her boys close, glad they weren't too traumatised.

Agatha got up from the couch and pulled you along, giving them some space but the two of you didn't come far as Billy and Tommy wrapped you both in a hug.

"I'm glad you're back Mom."

"Yeah we missed you."

"I missed you too boys." You said, glad that you were with your whole family again.

"Is Mama staying with us forever now?" Billy asked you and Wanda.

You heard Agatha gasp, clearly not expecting them to call her Mama. You could see tears running down her face and by the looks of it Wanda couldn't stop the tears from falling either.

"Yeah, she's already part of the family." Tommy exclaimed, grabbing Agatha’s hand as Billy grabbed yours.

"Please Mommy." They begged, looking at Wanda and also at you.

You looked around the room. Wanda was sitting on the couch, a genuine smile on her face, her magic happily dancing around her as you and Agatha were standing next to her Agatha’s hand around your waist as her other held Tommy at her side, ruffling his hair. Billy giving you a short smile as he held your hand.

It was the picture of a perfect family.

"Yes." Wanda said, "She'll stay."

At this the boys cheered, jumping on the couch to hug Wanda, pulling you and Agatha along.

As you all sat crammed together on the couch to watch TV you snuggled closer to Agatha and Wanda, grabbing their hands from where you sat sandwiched in between the two of them, happy it had turned out the way it did.

#wandavision #agatha harkness #agnes #wanda maximoff #agatha harkness x reader #wanda maximoff & reader #agatha harkness x wanda maximoff #billy and tommy #fluff

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karlajoyner · 3 years

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Tease (Charlie Gillespie x Reader)

A/n: Hey guys so this was requested. I hope you guys enjoy it! And send in your own request!

Requested by: @universefangirl (Tumblr)

Warnings: Smut (18+)

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I sighed typing away frustratedly at my computer attempting to get my work done for the night. Taking another sip of my wine I looked over to the couch to see my boyfriend scrolling through his phone.

"You know? It must be nice being a paid actor during a pandemic" I spoke catching his attention. A grin began to form on his face as he stood up making his way over to me in the kitchen.

"It has its perks. Can't say the same about you baby" He teased rubbing my shoulders. I rolled my eyes continuing to type away.

"You know you could take a break" He whispered getting near my ear.

"I can't. If I don't get this is by tonight I'm so fired"

"Fine. I'm just gonna go live for a bit. And relax afterwards. I'm pretty busy tomorrow"

"Yes Charles getting to sleep in and doing a live interview late afternoon sounds so exhausting. Meanwhile I have a term paper for English due and on top of that I have to do two more sets of these for work" I spoke holding up my papers.

"For your information I'm going on a hike tomorrow morning. Then I'm going live" He said another deep breath leaving my mouth.

"Aww baby. It's okay"

"Is it though?" I asked frustrated at his lack of sympathy. I love him and all but he seems to forget that his totally normal girlfriend works a 9 to 5 and still goes to college. And as much as I appreciate the times he said he could put in a good word for me with Kenny. I refused to be exposed in the spotlight more than I already was for being his girlfriend.

"I'm sure you can do it. You always do"

"Your right. I'm amazing. I don't know what you'd do without me" I joked trying to lighten up my own mood more than his.

"I don't either. I'd miss you too much" He said placing kisses just below my ear.

"Hmm really? Care to find out Gillespie?" I asked biting my lip. This was my opportunity to get him back where it hurt.

"What do you mean?" I smirked continuing to do my work. Without another word leaving my mouth.

“Baby. What do you mean?" He asked again standing up.

I stayed quiet as he repeated the question a few more times finishing up what I was doing. I had to get through all my stuff for school and work tonight if I wanted tomorrow to go as planned.

I woke up to the sound of birds chirping. Glancing over at the clock I smiled. On schedule. I moved over to the empty spot beside me with a grin. Charlie was really in for it today.

I quickly got up making the bed when my phone suddenly dinged. I smiled seeing it was a good miring text from Charlie himself.

“Good morning my love. Just finished my hike. On my way home with coffee.

“I'll see you in a bit baby" I read aloud. I smiled at the cute detail before continuing on with my plan.

Changing into yoga pants and a sports bra I made my way to the living room setting up for a morning workout. Something I rarely got to do since my second term started and I became ambushed with work. It'd been nearly half an hour before I heard the front door open. The smell of coffee carrying itself through the small apartment.

"Baby your awake" He stated taking in my appearance. No doubt the sweat droplets on my body making me look shiny as hell.

"Yeah. I finished all my work last night so I figured I'd have a day to myself. I did a morning work out and I'm gonna do more things I haven't done in a while" I smiled innocently.

"Mmm am I one of those things by any chance?" He smirked pulling me close. Placing a kiss to my sweaty forehead.

"You wish. Actually I invited y/b/n over. We were thinking of painting to clear our minds"

"Oh but you can't paint looking like this. So sweaty. So wet" He whispered rubbing circles on my hips.

"Yeah I'll probably hop in the shower in a bit" I grinned before pulling away to go finish my workout.

“You know I need to shower too. What if we hop in together? To save water"

"Um I don't know. Can you keep your hands to yourself Gillespie?" I asked bending down in front of him to stretch.

"I can't answer that" He growled coming to stand behind me. As soon I felt his hands on my waist I stood up turning around to face him.

"Tsk Tsk Tsk" I whispered pulling back.

“What baby? Why won't you let me touch you?" He whined.

"Because it's my only free day and I'm going to enjoy it babe" I said placing a chaste kiss on the corner of his lips before walking away.

"Where are you going?" He called.

"To shower"

"Can I join?"

"If you can keep your hands away" I heard him groan as I shut the bathroom door behind me. Giggling to myself I entered the shower washing myself down.

Purposely forgetting to bring in an outfit. Knowing Charlie didn't enter for a reason I called out for him after I was clean.

"Charlie!" I shouted waiting for him to come in.

"Yes baby?"

"Can you bring me some clothes please?”I asked peeking my head out the curtain.

"Can I touch you?" He asked.

"Uh how about no"

"Then no" He said hoping that would get a reaction out of me. It didn't.

"Fine. If you insist" I spoke shutting the water off. Within a matter of seconds I exited the shower. Feeling his eyes piercing through me.

"Close your mouth. Your gonna catch flies" I said wrapping my towel around my body.

"Mm baby you don't know what your doing to me" He moaned out.

"I don't? Or do I?" I asked opening the door further so I could slip past him. Heading to the bedroom I smiled to myself knowing it was working.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Rushing over I peeked through the hole to see y/b/n standing there. Thankful both of our COVID tests came out negative I smiled welcoming her inside.

"Hey y/n/n"

"Y/b/n!" I shouted happy to see her after so long.

"So how's he doing?" She asked knowing all about my plan.

"Not good. I love him I really do but paybacks a bitch. I can't wait til his interview" I smirked walking her to my room.

I was quick to change into a cute matching set with only one of his band shirts layering on top.

"Wow. He's gonna be drooling"

"That's the plan. Thanks for doing this again"

"Its no problem. What are best friends for? Just promise me you'll give me every detail tomorrow. You know after he breaks"

"I promise" I said as we both giggled exiting the room. We made our way towards the living room pulling out the supplies she had brought over for our eventful day.

Y/b/n and I enjoyed each other's company for a while. Catching up on our new quarantine rituals. It wasn't long before Charlie came out of the restroom completely shirtless with only a towel wrapped around his waist. I bit my lip coming back to reality when y/b/n bumped my shoulder.

"Y/b/n. You're here" Charlie said running his fingers through his hair. He knew what he was doing.

"Yeah. I came to spend time with my best friend. Did you see her today by the way?" Y/b/n said taking my hand and playfully spinning me around. I chuckled at her antics realizing she'd done it on purpose to give him a full view of what I was wearing. If something drove Charlie Gillespie crazy. It was me wearing his band tees.

"I didn't. Thank you for that" Charlie spoke sending daggers through me.

"I hope you don't mind. I barrowed your shirt to paint. I can change if you wa-"

"No! No no baby keep it on. It looks amazing on you" He said a small smile playing at his lips.

"Thanks baby. When's your interview?"

"In like 20 minutes. I'm gonna go get ready"

"Sounds good. We'll be on the balcony painting. That good?"

"Of course baby" I smiled walking out on the hard cemented area placing down our stuff.

We specifically chatted those 20 minutes waiting for Charlie to come out of the bedroom.

"I'm going live" Charlie called through the screen door.

"Okay good luck" I called back. I saw him send me a wink before setting up his phone where the sun was hitting him perfectly.

"This is perfect" I whispered to y/b/n as we pulled out our paints.

"I know. I can't believe he set himself up right there" She whispered back. I giggled pulling out the pastel pink from the bag.

"Charlie!" I heard the interviewer shout. My boyfriend clearly estatic.

"Hey man what's up?"

"What's up with me? What's up with you? Your our first cast member of the day. So for starters we wanna know what's up with you?"

"Nothing much man. I mean I've been writing a lot recently"

"Oh yeah can we be expecting any music coming out soon away from the Julie and the Phantoms band?"

"Uh no. That's kind of where I'm at right now which is amazing you know? Working with such great cast and bandmates it's great"

"Sounds like it. So where do you get inspiration from during this whole new situation we're in? It must get boring"

"Uh it does at times when I'm alone. Which is rare since I've been quarantining with my girlfriend. She's amazing company and overall my biggest inspiration"

"Girlfriend? Are you guys at her place or yours?"

"Hers man. I didn't wanna disturb her peace but she insisted and it's just been amazing. I love her" He said my heart fluttering at his words. I looked over at y/b/n to see her smirking at me.

"What about your cast? Do they know her?"

"Oh yeah. Like my family, they absolutely love her which is great. You know their approval means a lot to me so it's nice that everyone gets along with her just fine"

"That's good to hear so moving back to your music" The interviewer continued changing subjects. With his wholesome answers I almost felt bad denying him my touch today. And almost felt bad what I'd be doing next.

Almost.

After about 15 minutes I began to laugh at nothing signalling it was go time. I glanced back see Charlie staring up at us. Clearly trying to focus on the interviewer speaking. Clearly.

"Stop!" I whisper shouted at my best friend who splattered pain on me. I repeated her actions earning a giggle from the girl.

Suddenly I felt a cold sensation hit me. She had thrown our water cup at me in return I splattered more paint towards her. Trying to stay as quiet as possible.

"No yeah thanks man. I had fun" I heard Charlie say. Signifying the interview was nearly over.

"No thank you. Charlie Gillespie everyone. Up next Owen Patrick Joyner!" The man shouted before the living room went silent.

"Done?" I asked turning back to look indoors. The door screen being the only thing between us and the indoors.

"Yeah. What happened?"

"I don't know y/b/n what did happened?" I asked the girl in a teasing voice. Moving back slowly letting the sun hit my body. The white shirt on my body becoming see through.

"Cover up baby"

"Y/b/n doesn't mind right babe?" I asked her.

"Nope. We've been best friends forever Charles. I know her inside out. I also know you should probably get changed out of that"

"Or I could just do this" I replied removing the shirt from my body altogether. I watched as Charlie's jaw dropped in surprised.

"Cute set. Victoria secret?"

"Pink" I answered walking into the living room.

"Huh. I would've never guessed. Oh shoot it's already 5:00 o'clock? I should get going. I have to get to Dylan's house. Do you need help cleaning up?"

"No!" Charlie shouted before I could answer.

"No. We've got it y/b/n. No worries"

"Thanks guys" She smiled pulling me into a hug then Charlie. I watched as he walked her towards the door.

Not knowing which one was rushing more him or her.

"Thanks for coming!" I called out grabbing some paper towels to wipe off the water still on my body.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Charlie asked once the door shut.

"What?" I asked innocently.

"You've been such a bad girl"

“Me?" I asked looking behind me jokingly knowing I was the only one here.

"Teasing me all damn day. Having y/b/n come over to be a cock block. And then pulling that little stunk during my interview"

"I don't know what your going on about Charles. I didn't know y/b/n name was gonna- Ahhh" I squealed feeling his strong arms wrap around me from behind lifting me up.

"Charlie!" I shouted as he carried me towards the bedroom.

"Yes?" He questioned when he put me down on the bed gently.

"Seriously?" I asked ask he removed his shirt.

"Seriously" He confirmed moving in to kiss me. It was gentle at first but that gentleness soon became hunger. From both ends we fought for dominance. Tired of fighting I gave in as he pushed me further up the bed.

"Charlie please" I pleaded beginning to palm him through his jeans. Feeling him get harder by the second.

"Tsk tsk tsk. Not yet" He whispered making me whine. He chuckled before speaking once more in a hushed tone.

"Now are you gonna tell daddy exactly why you teased him all day?" I groaned knowing there was no way of getting out of this one.

"Nope" I said hoping to move on.

"Mm I don't like the sound of that" He said removing his jeans. I moaned seeing his full body. He was too hot for his own good.

"Now are you gonna tell me or should I return the punishment" I internally groaned not in the mood to be teased.

"I-I just feel like you forget sometimes that I have so much on my plate. And maybe sometimes you could be insensitive about it" I muttered the last part hoping he wouldn't hear. But judging by his features softening he had heard every word.

"I make you feel that way?" he asked caressing my cheek.

"Not all the time but yeah sometimes"

"Baby. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry" He mumbled placing soft kisses on my lips.

"I guess I just forget sometimes that you have so much to do. I just wanna spend all my time with you since that's all I have. I also guess offering to pay for things like your college doesn't help either when your girlfriends independent"

"And capable of doing everything on her own. Including paying for her school and home necessities. I mean it's a nice gesture baby but I'd just appreciate it if maybe you could take a step back and realize I'm only human. And not everyone wants to become an actor. I'm studying really hard to get to where I wanna be. And even if I'm working a boring desk job right now I won't be in the future"

"I know baby and I'm so proud of you for that you know that right?"

"Of course Charlie. And I know your my number one supporter just like I'm your number one fan" I said as he placed small kisses on my nose.

"Good....So you did all this today to get back at me?"

"Well yeah I wanted to have fun. But it's no fun when I too need to resist the urge to jump on you when you come out of the shower shirtless"

"Yeah about that I didn't know y/b/n was here or I wouldn't have walked out like that"

"I know baby. But now that we're alone so can we please just-" My words were cut off by his lips once more.

Giggling at his eagerness I began to palm him through his boxers once more.

"You don't know the things you do to me baby" He whispered pulling my bra down letting my breast fall free. I moaned as he began to suck on the left one and toying with the right one.

"God I missed these"

"Charlie please hurry up" I spoke. He didn't hesitate to remove my panties and his boxers immediately lining himself up at my entrance.

"You've been taking your birth control right?"

"Of course you idiot"

"Ooo aggressive much"

"Charlie if you don-" My words were cut off by a moan as he entered me. Not hesitating to start moving at a steady pace.

"Charlie" I moaned wrapping my legs around his waist.

"Faster"

"I'm so close baby"

"Me too" I panted as he sped up. His thrust becoming sloppier by the second.

"I'm gonna-" He groaned being the first to release. My climax coming not long after. I sighed as we rode our our highs together.

"I love you baby" Charlie said standing up and cleaning me off with a t-shirt of his.

"I love you too" I said as he finally came to lay next to me. Pulling the covers over us.

"You do know I really am proud of you right?"

"I don't know I think you need to prove it to me" I halfheartedly joked.

"If you insists" He whispered pulling me in for a sweet tender kiss.

Time slowing down as we spent the night tangled in each other's arms. Enjoying each other's company. Each other's love.

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alwaysbethewest · 3 years

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Narcos fic: You Got the Better of Me

This is not a new fic but I wrote it last year before I had started posting fics to Tumblr and never brought it over from AO3. It’s so dirty I was a little embarrassed I guess, lmao. Apparently I’m over that sense of shame now and I wanted my Tumblr masterlist to be complete, so. Here you go. The original Narcos OT3 fic.

Title: You Got the Better of Me Pairing: Javier Peña/Connie Murphy/Steve Murphy Rating: Explicit Word Count: 4.6k Content/warnings: threesome, oral sex, anal sex, double penetration, alcohol consumption, poor communication/negotiation, denial of feelings, arguably should be angstier than it actually is but it’s mostly just filthy 🙃

“Do you like me?” she asks, all innocent tone right in the middle of their conversation so he doesn’t even realize at first that it’s a loaded question.

“What? Of course.” He can understand, maybe, how she’d feel unsure about her standing with him. This is the first time… ever, actually, that they’ve spent time together just the two of them, without Steve. He’s on an assignment in Medellín this week, while Javi’s stuck in the office in Bogotá, and Connie had run into him in the apartment hallway earlier and invited him to join her for dinner. “I was running on autopilot at the grocery store and I got enough food for two,” she’d explained. “If you bring a bottle of wine, we’ll call it an even trade.”

He didn’t actually have a bottle of wine in his apartment, but he brought up a bottle of whiskey and mixed her a whiskey sour, ignoring her raised eyebrow and quietly pleased at her begrudging hum of approval when she’d taken her first sip. Her glass is nearly empty now and he fights the instinct to make her another drink. It’s not like this is a date. No call for getting his buddy’s wife drunk, alone in the kitchen with her.

“I mean,” she clarifies, “Do you think I’m pretty?”

His eyes snap from the empty glass he’d been pondering back up to her face, and he frowns slightly. “Is this—” a trap? he wants to ask, but he doesn’t want to insult her if he’s just. Misunderstanding. “What are you asking me?” he settles on, finally.

They’ve already finished dinner—a dinner accompanied by a perfectly normal, friendly, innocuous conversation—and they’re settled against the countertop now where he’s been watching her slice strawberries to serve with the angel food cake she’d bought for dessert.

She sets down the paring knife and sucks a drop of strawberry juice off her thumb and she looks at him for a long moment. He can feel his heart rate ticking up. The back of his neck goes hot.

“I guess I’m asking…” She tilts her head, purses her lips thoughtfully. “If I asked you to fuck me, would you?”

Yes, he thinks. He shakes his head, helplessly, and shuffles his weight back on his feet, like leaning an inch away from her will give him the space to act rationally here. “You’re married,” he tells her. Reminds her.

She smiles, real amusement on her face. “You don’t sleep with married women?”

“I— Not if their husband is my friend,” he protests. “Listen, I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong—”

She shakes her head, cutting him off. “You didn’t do anything wrong. I should have worded it better.” She sighs, a little frustrated, like she’s trying to find the words. He shifts his weight back again, putting another inch between them.

“There’s something I want to do—want to try—but I want… it to be with someone I trust.”

His mind almost gets stuck on that last word, trust, wondering at the thought that this woman trusts him—he can count on one hand the people who really trust him—but then, Steve is one of those people, and he furrows his brow again. “Whatever you want to… try… should be with your husband,” he tells her firmly. Laying down the law. Like he’s the pillar of morality in this exchange, apparently.

She smiles again, gently, like he’s still not getting it. “I know. He’d be there too.”

The empty rocks glass nearly slips out of his hand.

Javier is fucked.

They don’t talk about it, when Steve gets back to the office. He’d almost think Steve doesn’t know, except for the dark glances he keeps catching out of the corner of his eye. As if Steve doesn’t think Javier has the training and experience to know when someone is watching him.

Javi pretends not to notice, never brings it up, and eventually he’s halfway convinced himself he’d imagined the conversation. The other half of him is convinced Connie’s changed her mind. It was a dumb idea and she’s seen the light. He’s almost relieved.

And then one Friday, a couple weeks after The Proposition, she calls him at work.

“Steve’s just left,” he tells her. He can see Murphy down at the end of the hall, rounding the corner to disappear just as Connie’s low chuckle reaches his ears, tinny through the handset.

“I’m calling for you,” she says. “How’s tonight?”

And he thinks: she didn’t want to give him time to chicken out of this.

It was her idea to meet at the club a few blocks away from their apartment building. “I just think if we get a couple drinks in us first it’ll be easier. Get us all more relaxed,” she’d said. Javier had agreed at the time but right now he’s the furthest thing from relaxed. He’s been nursing his drink in the corner of the room for half an hour, chain smoking at a little table past the edge of the dance floor, watching when Connie and Steve had walked in and tracking their movement over to the bar, catching the nod and smile Connie had given when she spotted him. Steadily avoiding Steve’s face. He’s been waiting for them to come over to him, because he - he can’t be the one to start this.

Eventually, she finishes her cocktail and he finishes his beer and they do turn to join him. Connie’s in front, Steve trailing behind her, and Javi stands, nervously, when she reaches his table.

She smiles up at him, with soft eyes, and reaches her hand out to snag the collar of his shirt, fingers tucking behind the top button to tap the backs of her nails against the bare skin of his chest. She scratches him lightly as she steps close. “Come here,” she murmurs.

He can’t avoid it any longer. He looks over Connie’s shoulder to seek out Steve’s face, and he recognizes the expression he finds there. It’s like how he looks toward the end of a long stakeout, right before their suspect is due to show. It’s nerves and adrenaline and pent up energy. But not anger, like Javi’s been expecting. Not jealousy. It’s… Anticipation, he realizes abruptly.

When he kisses her she tastes sweet, and a little salty from the rim on the margarita she’d been drinking. He savors it, running his tongue gently along her lower lip until he feels her lips part and he ducks inside, just barely. His hands land at her waist and he almost snatches them away again, burned, when his fingers touch Steve’s, resting on her hips. Steve has taken a step forward so he’s pressed up behind her, head tilted next to hers as he watches Javier kiss his wife. Javi imagines he can feel the heat of Steve’s gaze on his face, mixing with the alcohol in his system and the crush of people in the room to make his whole body feel hot.

Connie is tugging him down again by his shirt collar and he’s helpless to her; he meets her kiss again and this time he feels Steve’s fingers intertwine with his, shifting on her hip until suddenly Javi’s hand is under her shirt, pressed against her bare skin. She moans, quietly - he can’t really hear it, over the music, but he feels the vibration of it against his mouth, and through his chest where she’s pressing against him. Steve is guiding his hand under her shirt, all hot, soft skin, up to rest on the sloping curve of her breast. Her lace bra is thin, and Javi can feel the bud of her nipple under his palm. He moves to sweep his thumb over her nipple, just as Steve squeezes his hand around her, and she breaks away from his kiss with a gasp, her head arching back onto Steve’s shoulder. Javi watches her, dazed, and traces his eyes down her face, her neck, to where Steve’s mouth is resting on her bare shoulder. His teeth settle gently into her skin, making her shiver between them, and when Javi’s eyes finally dare to look up, Steve’s gaze is directed straight at him.

“Take me home,” she tells them, and they turn to obey. Steve takes a detour on the way to the door, stopping at the bar again to order a round of tequila shots for the three of them, which Javier downs gratefully. And then they’re outside, humid night air doing little to cool the flush of Javi’s skin, like a low-grade fever he’ll be nursing all night.

None of this feels real, so he keeps waiting for the other shoe to drop as they walk home. Keeps waiting for Steve to come to his senses and turn around and punch him in the face. But he doesn’t. Javier walks a step behind the two of them, watching Steve’s hand curl possessively around Connie’s waist. She turns back to glance at him with a sunny, mischievous smile and he can’t help but return the grin, shuffling his feet to catch up with them so by the time they reach Steve’s door, he’s able to press up behind her, hips grinding against her ass as his mouth sucks a kiss onto the back of her neck.

Steve opens the door ahead of them and takes a few steps inside before turning back to see them still standing in the doorway, Connie stuck in place and helpless to Javi’s ministrations. His teeth are grazing the back of her neck and one hand is resting on her belly, under her shirt, pressing lightly to hold her to him.

“Jeeeesus,” Steve drawls, shaking his head. “Get inside here.”

They move far enough for Steve to shut the door, and then he crowds up in front of Connie, walking the three of them forward until Javi feels his back hit the wall. The pressure increases when Steve grinds into his wife, pushing close against her, and Javi feels like he can’t breathe for a moment. Her ass is pressed right up to his dick, which is erect and trapped painfully in his tight jeans. Steve is kissing her, hard, and suddenly he thrusts, a preview of what’s to come, and Javi has to bite Connie’s shoulder to muffle his involuntary moan at the sensation.

When they get to the bedroom Steve wastes little time getting Connie naked. He’s almost too fast; Javi thinks he would have liked to see her in her strappy thong and lowcut lace bra for a little longer, at least long enough to really burn the vision into his memory to visit again later. But he can’t complain about the pale, bare skin before him. Steve turns her in his arms, putting her on display for Javi’s heavy gaze. She’s flushed down to her chest, a look of nerves excitement anticipation to match Steve’s earlier expression on her face. Javi fumbles open the buttons on his shirt impatiently, discarding it in a heap on the floor, and moves to stand before her, taking in the tantalizing view of her naked figure.

She raises an eyebrow and she’s teasing him a little bit, hearkening back to that night in her kitchen together, when she says, “So do you think I’m pretty?”

He huffs out a laugh and keeps his eyes on her face as he drops to his knees in front of her, resting his chin lightly on her belly. “Beautiful,” he assures her. He kisses his way across her stomach, taking his time to suck gently at the silky skin along the top of her thigh, stopping himself from marking her up the way he maybe wants to. Finally he nuzzles into the soft thatch of hair between her legs and then, careful not to unbalance her, he pulls her right leg over his shoulder, giving himself the space to bury his face in her pussy.

He’s gratified to discover how wet she is already, and the salty-sweet taste of her reminds him again of kissing her earlier. But this is… It’s consuming his senses in a way that a kiss never could. Her hand is clutching his hair and the soft skin of her inner thigh is pressed against his neck. He inhales her scent and feels her smearing across his mouth and he gives himself over to pleasuring her, shifting on his knees a little to get comfortable and gripping her hip to hold her in place. He teases his tongue over her entrance and then pushes it inside, savoring her taste and the sound of her moan as it reaches his ears.

He fucks her with his tongue for a minute, and then moves back up to circle his tongue around her clit. Above him, Steve murmurs something to her and she laughs lightly. Javi demands her attention back with two fingers thrust into her cunt and her laughter cuts off with a gasp and a moan and he feels her own fingers tighten where she’s gripping his hair.

When she comes, he’s grateful to have Steve behind her bracing against her because her whole body convulses and then goes lax as her orgasm tapers off, and it’s only Steve’s grip that keeps her upright and prevents them both from toppling to the floor. He pulls back, drawing his fingers out of her slowly, and watches Steve gently deposit her on the bed, where she lays panting for breath, one arm thrown over her eyes. “Jesus,” she says finally. “All the blood rushed from my head, I thought I was gonna pass out.” She moves her arm and opens her eyes to look down at Javier where he’s still knelt on the floor. “You’re really good at that.”

He can’t hold back a smirk, and it broadens into a grin when Steve shakes his head in mock annoyance, seemingly unimpressed at how intensely Javi just made his wife come.

Steve is stripping off his clothes and Javi follows his lead, rising to his feet and leaning down to loosen the laces on his boots so he can kick them off and then peel off the tight pair of jeans. He almost groans in relief as his cock is freed from the near-painful pressure it had been confined to.

On the bed, Connie rolls leisurely onto her stomach and Javi climbs up behind her and presses a gentle kiss to her shoulder, letting his hand fall on the curve of her hip. Steve is reaching for something in the drawer of the bedside table, and when he turns around he hands Javi a condom and a small bottle of lubricant.

“Here,” he says. “Get her opened up for you.”

He takes it slow, petting his hand over her ass and lightly rubbing over her with his thumb before he gets to work fingering her open to get her ready for his cock. She’s soft and pliant, relaxed from the orgasm he’s already given her and distracted by Steve, sitting up further on the bed. Javi tries not to be distracted by it himself, half watching in his peripheral vision as Steve guides her mouth onto his cock for a lazy, teasing blowjob. He can tell she’s teasing him because Steve’s hands keep clenching and moving in furtive, aborted movements like he’s holding himself back from pulling her head down onto him. When Javi presses a third finger into her, she pulls off of Steve entirely and buries her face in the crook of his hip, moaning softly and shifting her hips impatiently. She says something, but it’s muffled against Steve’s skin and he tugs lightly at her hair to pull her head up.

“Say it again?”

“Please fuck me,” she says.

He pushes into her, achingly slow, listening to her groan in pleasure and wishing he could see her face. Steve is watching her, taking in her reaction, laser focused on her face. He pushes the hair off her forehead and cups his hand around her cheek.

“You like that?” he asks her, low voice just above a whisper. “You like how he feels inside you?”

She moans, nods, and Javi watches the muscles in Steve’s bicep shift as he clutches at her face a little harder. She clenches tighter around him, briefly, whimpers at the sensation, and he rubs his thumb over her hip, soothing. He’s as still as he can be, three inches inside her and trying to let her adjust. She’s so fucking hot and tight around him he could cry.

“You want more?”

“Yes,” she whispers. Her thighs are trembling. His thighs are trembling.

Steve leans around her side and before Javi realizes what he’s doing Steve’s got his hand on his dick, feeling where he’s fucking into her. He stops breathing.

“He’s only halfway into you, baby,” Steve’s telling her, attention still focused on her face.

“Shit, Steve,” Javi mutters. He wants to knock his hand away, or fuck into his grip, anything but endure this careless groping that he knows better than to react to. Steve’s eyes slide to his and a slow smirk appears as he squeezes Javi’s dick and then gently strokes his fingers over him, still talking to Connie, right in her ear.

“You want more, babe? You think you can take his whole dick inside your ass?”

She moans and nods again and wriggles her hips back and Steve pulls at his cock, making Javi choke back a groan as he pushes further inside her, obliging. Connie keens but she opens up for him, and Steve finally, finally pulls his hand away, stroking it back up her side and cupping her face again and leaning down to kiss her deeply as Javi bottoms out.

“Ohhh, God,” she moans, shifting her hips again to spread her legs a little wider. Like she’s trying to make room for him. Her asshole is stretched taut around his dick and he rubs his thumb right there, where their bodies meet. She whimpers and pulls away, overstimulated, and he matches her movement, pulling out of her a few inches, gentle and slow. He clenches his teeth, feeling the tug of her ass clutching tight around him. He finds the bottle of lube where he’d discarded it on the bed and applies a little more before he presses into her again, and the extra slick combined with her time to adjust to him makes it an easier slide this time. She feels made for him, molded to fit him exactly, and they groan in sync this time as she takes him inside her.

As Javi starts to rock into her, finding his rhythm, Steve pulls back from their kiss and looks up at her, cupping her face tenderly.

“That’s my girl,” he tells her, praising. “Look at you, taking him so well. Tell me how he feels.”

Javier’s hips snap forward harder than he intends and Connie cries out, digging her fingers into Steve’s arm. “It’s - good, he feels so good.” A mewling whine escapes her when he starts to fuck her faster. “Big,” she adds breathlessly.

“Shit,” Steve mutters. His eyes flutter closed for a second, his face tensing momentarily. Then he taps at Connie’s knee, nudging her. “Let me…”

Javi slows to a halt, carefully moving with her as she lifts her right leg to make room for Steve to slide underneath them so they’re both straddling his legs. Connie’s thighs are forced to stretch a little wider and the change in angle makes Javi feel like he’s pressed inside her even deeper than before. The heat radiating from Steve’s body between his legs is fiery hot and every time that hot skin touches his inner thighs, it’s like he’s being branded.

Steve is murmuring something to her that Javi can’t make out. It’s strange, feeling like he’s intruding on an intimate moment when he’s the one buried inside her. He shifts, just reminding her he’s there, and she moans and rocks back against him. He starts back up moving in a slow pace.

“You still want both of us, baby?” Steve asks her. He’s stroking his hands over her tenderly, coming to rest at her waist, and then one of them disappears under her and she lets out a choked sound of pleasure when he touches her.

“Yes,” she moans.

“Say it, honey. Tell me what you want.”

“I want - I want both of you inside me.” She arches her back. Her voice is pleading now. “You and Javi.”

“Me and Javi,” Steve repeats. He catches Javier’s eyes over her shoulder, his usually lazy hooded gaze sharp and focused with desire. Then his eyes slide back to her face and he gives her a soft smile. “Well, baby girl, tonight’s your lucky night. We’re gonna give you exactly what you want.”

It’s cheesy, and Javi almost laughs, but then Steve is tugging Connie’s hips forward to get her in place and he pushes inside her cunt and Javi can feel him, can feel the drag of Steve’s cock against his through the thin place separating them inside her body, can feel how she goes even tighter accommodating them both. He feels lightheaded and he wonders how she feels, if it’s painful or too much or just impossibly good, being filled up like this. She’s gone silent, trembling under him, and it’s only when Steve murmurs, “Breathe, honey,” that Javi realizes she’s holding her breath.

He draws out of her partway, feeling Steve slide in deeper in his place, and she gasps for air and cries out at the sensation as they begin to move inside her. And then she doesn’t stop making noise, a litany of oh shit, shit, shit, fuck, oh my god, oh my GOD, until she can’t form words anymore and her moans shift and turn into a staccato ah-ah-ah, like it’s being punched out of her.

Under them, Steve’s face is crumpled, almost pained. He’s biting his lip so hard the skin is turning pale and his eyes keep shifting between Connie and Javier, like he doesn’t know where to focus. Like he’s overwhelmed by them.

Javi is overwhelmed, too, by how good she feels, but he forces his mind to quiet by cataloguing every moment, every sensation - the slick feel of sweat between their thighs, the heat of Connie’s smooth skin against the front of his legs and under his hands where he’s gripping her hips, the wet sound of their dicks thrusting into her, the rhythm of it, of their panting breaths, the sound of her moans. He clocks the little tattoo on Connie’s shoulder, a pretty pink rose, and how her fingertips curl into Steve’s biceps, marking his pale skin with her nails. He wishes she would mark him up too, scratch his skin or bite his neck, give him something lasting that he can look at tomorrow to prove this really happened.

“Are you gonna—“ Steve is panting, can’t catch his breath enough to finish his sentence at first. He groans and thrusts up into her, deep, out of control, and settles his eyes back on Connie. “Are you gonna come for us, baby?”

She doesn’t say anything, just drops her head forward and keens, and Javi wants to—he needs to touch her, he needs to be pressed against her suddenly. He hauls her body up against his, pressing her back to his chest, feeling her warmth along the whole length of his body, head to toe. He wraps his arms around her torso, under her breasts, where her skin is so soft, and buries his head against her neck.

“Connie,” he says. His voice is so rough it almost hurts his throat to speak. Steve’s breath hitches and when Javi looks down at him he’s watching them with this dazed expression on his face, all wonder and awe and that pleasure-pain he’s been wearing ever since he got his cock inside her. Javi waits for him to meet his eyes directly and then he presses his mouth up to Connie’s ear, bites gently at her earlobe, and says, “Are you gonna come for us, honey?”

She nods deliriously against his shoulder, reaching back to grip his thigh with her left hand so he finally gets to feel her nails on his skin. “Yes, yes, I’m almost—” she starts, and he slides his hand down her stomach to rub his fingers over her clit and she cries out, shaking in his arms as she comes. Her thighs draw together, knees lifting off the bed so their bodies are the only things holding her up, and she sobs through it and breaks the skin on his leg and it hurts, she goes so tight pulsing around his cock it’s painful and he can’t move so he holds her secure in his arms and rocks with her, trying to soothe her through it. “Good girl,” he whispers, pressing his lips in soft kisses against her neck. “Good, you’re so good.”

Steve is open-mouthed and wide-eyed under them, shifting desperately and scrabbling to pull Connie out of Javi’s arms and down to collapse onto him so he can kiss her as he thrusts up into her, one, two, three more times and then comes with a deep groan, letting her mouth slip away again when his head tilts back and his body goes taut with pleasure.

The two of them are all fucked out beneath him, mini tremors of orgasm still rippling through them both as they catch their breath. Steve’s eyes are closed and Connie’s face is buried against his shoulder, her arms tucked down to cling around him, and they look so sweet like this, so young and in love that Javi mindlessly wishes for a second that he had a camera to capture the moment. Like he’s got a scrapbook he could tuck this polaroid into.

He’s still hard and wanting so he lowers himself gingerly onto his forearms and starts fucking into her again, but immediately Steve hisses and grips his arm to stop him. Oversensitive to the movement, rubbing up against him where he’s still inside her. Javi waits, giving Steve time to slowly pull out, and Connie sighs and shifts her hips up a little, all relaxed and opened up for him now, letting him fuck in deep again, a luxury to have her body back all to himself. She hums quietly against Steve’s skin as he picks up the pace, feeling the heat building in his gut, in his spine, pulses of electricity starting to buzz through his nerves. He wishes he could kiss her, so he tucks his head down and closes his eyes and kisses her shoulder again. And then he feels hot breath on his cheek and he realizes—he doesn’t let himself think about it, doesn’t open his eyes, but he turns his head just an inch and his lips brush over Steve’s. And he still doesn’t let himself think about it as the pressure builds inside him, as he picks up the pace fucking into Connie and deepens the kiss to stroke his tongue against Steve’s, and he goes lightheaded as he comes like that, muffled against Steve’s mouth, fingers gripping empty in the bedsheets, cock buried deep in Connie’s ass, making her shiver, pressed tight between them.

They don’t talk about it, when they get back into the office on Monday. But he still feels Steve’s eyes heavy on him when he thinks Javi’s not looking, and he still keeps pressing his fingers against the achy, bruised spot on his thigh where Connie had dug her nails into him.

And he still doesn’t let himself think about it.

(ETA: this fic has a sequel - Right Where You Want Me To Be)

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Whisper Drinkers: No More Words

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[pov: anygirl, femdom, undead but sweet, nsfw, hypnosis, fantasy, intelligence reduction, pet play, headpats, leghumping, consensual, but you know maybe don’t actually drain your partner’s thoughts without asking them irl idk you should tell them if you’re a vampire thing that drinks words is all I’m saying]

"U-Um, so, so maybe I'm talking too much," Ami whimpered, as the mysterious woman next to her on the bed reached over, took her by the hand, and began to delicately caress it, running long and slender fingertips over Ami's palm and smiling slyly up at her, "it's just th-that I'm, um, well, see, I've never—never had anyone in my room before, is all."

The raven-haired beauty smiled up at her, hearts dotting her cheeks like freckles, luscious lips parted in a tempestuous pout. Her pretty jewelry caught the room’s rosy light so dazzlingly. So glamorous and glimmery...

Ami squirmed and barely held in a squeak as the woman beamed and scooted a little closer. She reached up and affectionately stroked Ami's cheek.

Then her hand slipped down to tug at the neckline of Ami's modest blouse.

"Oh!" Ami bit her lip, excitement trickling through her almost as fast as the red rushing to her cheeks. "I-I mean, well, see, of course I—" Her voice nearly broke as she felt her hand being guided to the woman's breast, guided to rest there, to gently feel the softness of the woman's skin, such a pretty hue of rosy-pink in the light.

"—it's not my room, of course," she corrected, cheeks burning, wiggling as the woman started undoing buttons on the blouse, undressing her even as she babbled. Why can’t I stop talking? Please, gods, let me stop talking.

"I mean, it is, because—well, I paid f-for the room, it's an inn, obviously. It's just tha—<i>aaaaat</I>—" She practically mewled as she felt her blouse being tugged away, as the woman leaned in even closer, and she breathed in that sweet minty perfume. Oh, fuck, this lady smelled so... so nice...

"Just that," she panted, but her words were scattering to the winds as those soft, luscious, pouty lips settled on her neck and began to kiss slowly, sweetly, indulgently across her skin, "just that, um, I mean, I-I've... I've, um... never..."

She felt a hand on her side, and without thinking, Ami allowed herself to be steered so she could be pushed back onto the bed.

Her head settled onto the pillow, and she was squirming and blushing and whimpering as she now felt the mysterious woman's cool, plush weight on her, pinning her to the bed, as those lips smacked indulgently along her neck and jawline. "... n-never," she whimpered, marveling at the softness of the breast as she squeezed and fondled it, "never... with..."

She trailed off into a moan as those wonderful kisses reached the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulders, as her sensible bra was undone to join the blouse beneath her.

Her head was starting to feel so... so bubbly. So fizzy. She actually giggled as she felt the woman's fingers running through her hair, stroking her with the utmost gentleness. "Oh, um, g-gosh," she gasped, wriggling, "you're... p-petting me l-like I'm s-some kind of... um... um... umm..."

Kitten. Puppy. Bunny. Pet. Silly girl who needs to be comforted and soothed. She struggled to form the words, desperate to fill the silence, but no sooner had the thoughts bubbled up into her mind than they were gone. She blinked dazedly, bubbles popping throughout her fizzy pink mind.

The kisses paused. The woman pulled up and blinked innocently down at her, parting those soft, kissable lips in a seductive pout.

Ami stared up into those eyes. Stared at those lips. A little whimper escaped her, but she found she didn’t... didn’t quite know what to say right now.

But even as she was given a brief reprieve from the kisses, Ami squirmed, feeling some... other attentions getting a lot more pronounced. That other hand was not being idle. Long, slender, delicate fingers ran over her breasts, groping, fondling, stroking in dainty spirals around her nipples.

Ami shivered. Even more tantalizingly, the strange woman's knee was placed right between Ami's thighs so... so perfectly, and the thought occurred to her that it would be so easy to just kind of... grind...

Her words melted away, and she giggled, quite forgetting exactly what she'd been trying to say. "Th-This feels... nice..." she mumbled, as more bubbles of pink pleasure popped in her mind, as she found herself grinding more and more overtly, unable to remember why she would ever hold back.

She let out a moan, and oh, gods, moaning felt so good... so much better than talking...

The woman smiled and cooed her pleasure with Ami, one of the first sounds, Ami realized dumbly, she'd heard the woman make so far. And then she forgot why this was strange, because the lady’s voice was so pretty, and knowing her lover was pleased just made Ami want to grind and hump harder as those kisses returned to her neck, her breasts, so soft and sweet and indulgent, and Ami mewled and whined happily.

She could no longer remember much of anything, actually, aside from feeling good. She humped the strange woman's leg like a wifwolf in heat, moaning and panting, because why would she need to babble and prattle when she could be making cute horny noises like those that seemed to please the woman so well?

She beamed and cooed and wriggled happily as the woman rose up slightly, those glowing crimson eyes shining like twin sunsets, so pretty, so happy with Ami.

Ami was being a good girl, Ami knew, even if her lover couldn't say it. And that realization was the sweetest feeling of all.

And Ami giggled and squealed and bounced and ground against the leg as she came, came under her skirt like a good girl, and made even more adorable noises in the process.

She was panting, red-faced, gasping for breath. She was drowning in the pink mist. Drifting in the fizzy pink bubbles.

But... she was still horny, she realized dimly, even in afterglow.

So, so horny.

She stared up into those bright lights and smiled dreamily as her beautiful pale lover leaned down for the softest of kisses, the stranger’s lips pillowy and fulsome, her own sighs of bliss impossibly faint but sending Ami into a daze of pleasure.

Ami wrapped her arms around her lover and moaned into the kiss, and happily allowed her inner thoughts to dissolve, for a time, into pure, sweet nothings.

The pale woman no longer felt cold. But maybe Ami was just blushing hot enough for the both of them now.

~ ~ ~ ~

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Spirit Rangers consider whisper drinkers to be very low-priority targets, though it is something of a controversial subject whether whisper drinkers truly understand what they are doing. Some argue that the whisper drinker acts as a nearly elemental being, purely occupied with her instincts, and cares nothing for those she lies with. Others, particularly those who form relationships with the mute undead, claim that there is far greater complexity to the whisper drinker than anyone truly understands.

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darlingmulti · 3 years

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My First Kiss (ChanLix)

Description - Short and sweet fic about Chan taking Felix's first kiss.

Pairing- Stray Kids Bang Chan x Felix

Genre- bxb, fluff, slice of life

Word count - 3.3k

Warnings- neck kissing, making out

Part 2- Shy (Chanlix and Minsung)

Lil note- This is the first time I'm publishing something I've written in a while and this is my first time posting on tumblr so if you want please feel free to give me pointers or tell me what you thought. Thanks for reading :)

As Stray Kids walked into their dorm Chan seemed quite preoccupied. Staying behind as every member walked in before him. All he could think about was the interview that day. Felix had never kissed anyone?

He had a hard time believing it considering how absolutely adorable he was, not to mention Chan and Felix had talked before about girl friends they had back home before joining Stray Kids. Perhaps Felix had just said that to keep the cute, innocent, image for his fans?

He entered and closed the door, sliding off his shoes with the others. Jisung threw himself onto the couch and immediately pulled out his phone to play games while Minho naturally settled beside him, sighing and leaning against one of Jisungs knees quietly. It certainly wasn’t unusual for the two of them to be like that, they had always been close with one another.

Hyunjin, Seungmin, and Jeongin had already disappeared down the halls and Changbin was in the kitchen looking for food with Felix close behind him peering cutely over his shoulders to see inside the fridge.

Chan came over and threw his arm around Felix’s small frame,“Are you guys hungry?” He asked curiously.

The two nodded at their leader's question, but there was a disgruntled expression on their faces. They were almost completely out of any good food to make. They would have to go grocery shopping, but no one had the energy to do all that right now. Especially after the schedule they had had.

Felix looked disappointed, and the little pout on his freckled face was enough to make Chan’s heart ache.

“Hey, let’s order pizza hm?” He suggested, wrapping his other arm around Felix in an easy embrace, holding him perfectly against him with his chin falling onto the smaller boy's shoulder.

“Really?” Felix asked, his eyes sparkling as he looked over.

Before he could answer Changbin immediately began shouting, “Leader Bang

Chan is buying us pizza!!”

There was a loud cheer across the dorm and Felix cheered as well, jumping a bit against Chan. He sighed and pulled out his phone to place the order for his kids.

Hours later the members had finished eating and the majority had gone to lay down. Chan had offered to clean up after everyone, and while Hyunjin and Seungmin had insisted on cleaning their plates before leaving the other members gladly accepted his offer. All except for Felix who was gathering up plates and cups scattered around their living/dining area quietly.

“You really don’t have to help me, it’s been a long day. You should rest.” Chan insisted.

“You should rest.” Felix shot back, straightening up and smiling sweetly at Chan. Chan couldn’t help but stare at him. He was so gorgeous and cute. His teeth were blinding, his freckles dusted his cheeks like stars and his blond hair looked unbearably soft… Had this perfect boy really never been kissed before?

Felix raised his eyebrows and walked closer, “Alright?” he was asking, and Chan blushed, realizing he had zoned out staring at his face and hadn’t even heard what was being said to him.

“Uh… What?”

“See! You’re the one who needs to rest!” Felix pouted, setting down the plates and beginning to push on Chan’s broad back with his tiny hands, without much use. Despite the fact that the two were about the same height Felix was overall slighter than Chan, and not nearly as strong as his friend.

“What did you say?” Chan whined, turning around to face Felix while he still tried vainly to push him, splaying his hands naturally over Chan’s chest, looking up into his eyes with a friendly but insistent expression.

“I said you should go to bed and I’ll finish up.” He lied cheekily, still smiling brightly.

Chan laughed, “No you didn’t, what did you sayyy?” He whined again, still standing strong against Felix’s attempts.

“Seriously! That’s what I said!” He exclaimed before laughing out loud and throwing himself against Chan, finally managing to make him stumble a bit, causing Chan to instinctively reach up and grab onto his arm for support.

The two were now closer, chests nearly pressed together as Felix’s eyes slid sheepishly up to look into his hyungs eyes, Chan was nearly floored. He was so pretty?? So cute??

“Sor-”

“Have you really never kissed anyone before?” Chan blurted out, cutting off his apology to ask, completely flabbergasted by the fact when faced with how stunning Felix was.

Felix blushed and stepped back a bit, “Uh… yeah.” He said sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck shyly. Clearly caught off guard from the random question.

“What about your girlfriends?”

“Those weren’t serious you know.” Felix said, laughing softly.

“Oh,” Chan replied, stepping away and taking the plates to the sink, feeling his face heating up at the atmosphere he had created asking such a stupid question.

“Well...Wh-what about you?” Felix asked, turning to face Chan who wasn’t looking at him and was instead focused on clearing what little food was left on the plates before loading them into the dishwasher.

“I’ve kissed a few.”

“A few!?”

Chan chuckled at the incredulity in Felix’s voice, “I’m not a pure angel like yourself.”

“Hey! I’m not pure,” Felix sulked. Throwing himself dramatically on the couch, “You can finish doing the dishes actually. I don’t want to.”

Chan rolled his eyes, “Go lay in bed then. You should sleep.”

Felix huffed and pulled out his phone to play games. The two were quiet for a while but then Felix finally was too curious. They were best friends right, so it wasn’t like the topic was weird.

“So… what’s kissing like?” He asked innocently, setting his phone down and sitting up to look at Chan with his wide brown eyes.

Chan looked back at him with a cocked eyebrow, “It’s… it’s nice.” He replied, thinking back on previous kisses he’d had.

“Oh?” Felix asked, tilting his head.

Chan sighed, turning on the dishwasher before he went to settle down on the couch beside Felix. It was almost one am, they should both be getting ready for bed, but instead here they were talking about kissing.

“It depends. I like kissing. It feels nice, just… intimate.” Chan was at a loss for words, how could he adequately explain a kiss to Felix, who had apparently never kissed anyone before.

Felix nodded and glanced up at Chan, his eyes landing on his plush lips for probably too long. When he thought about it, it wasn’t surprising that Chan had kissed people before. He was incredibly handsome and radiated warmth. Not to mention, he had a nice body and was a sturdy, safe, person.

“What are you looking at?” Chan asked, his lips curving into a warm smile as Felix seemed to jump and look quickly into his eyes and then at the space on the sofa between them.

“Nothing…” He said shyly.

The two sat awkwardly together, an unusual thing for the best friends, who almost never ran out of things to say or do. They hadn’t been awkward for years but now here they were, silent, tension hovering in the air between them.

“Would you like to kiss someone?” Chan asked. Looking at Felix shyly. A part of him, a small part of him, wanted to lean forward and lift Felix’s chin and gaze deeply into his pretty eyes and press a kiss against his lips. Just to see what it would feel like.

Felix let out an awkward laugh, “What? No?... who would I even..?” He trailed off and looked at Chan from under his long lashes anxiously.

Chan was in the lead here, he could easily just say forget about it, make a joke and move on. Perhaps give him a sweet reassurance that his time would come and he had nothing to worry about.

It was late though, and the tiredness was making images of them kissing swim through his mind. He couldn’t believe it, but in this moment, he wanted to kiss Felix. Maybe it was the way his cheeks had heated up into a soft pink blush, or the way his eyes looked so filled with uncertainty and nerves. Perhaps it was the way his hands had curled into his lap when Chan had sat beside him, or how they had splayed over Chan’s chest earlier, but he wanted to kiss Felix badly.

Chan took a deep breath, “You could kiss… me.” His voice was breathy almost, shaky. As if he had been running a long time.

Felix didn’t make a sound. He didn’t gasp in shock, or start laughing out loud. Chan’s words were not joking, and were not funny in the slightest. His thoughts were scrambled… would it really be so bad? Chan was one of his best friends, and had always been someone Felix loved and trusted. From the moment he met him, he had always felt safe with Chan, and found him attractive. He didn’t even care that Chan was a man… What did it matter?

“Ah… sorry. Forget I said anything.” Chan said anxiously, the silence was eating him up.

“No!” Felix said quickly, “No, I-,” Felix looked into Chan’s eyes, “I want to.”

Chan wasn’t quite sure what he was expecting out of Felix, but that wasn’t it. His heart beat started pounding so hard in his chest he was surprised the members weren’t coming out to see what all the commotion was, “Oh,” he breathed, “Ok.” he said, trying to get a hold of himself. He sat up a bit straighter, trying not to show how flustered he actually was. Especially since Felix had said yes.

Felix sat up too, his hands still clasped tightly in his lap, he looked into Chan’s warm eyes again and then away at the wall behind them. He felt strange, he didn’t know where to put his hands or where to look. He hadn’t thought the night would come to this, and it wasn’t that he minded, he just hadn’t really been able to prepare for it.

“Felix.” Chan said, reaching over and taking Felix’s hands in his own, “First off, you need to relax.”

He was nervous too, but he knew Felix was probably a lot more nervous than he was. He had never kissed a boy before, but he had kissed girls, it probably wasn’t much different.

“I’m relaxed,” Felix lied, trying to give a calm smile but only ending up looking more uncomfortable.

“No you’re not,” Chan laughed, shaking his head at how sweet Felix was, he gently began swooping his thumb back and forth across the back of Felix’s hands, trying to be calming.

“It won’t be weird right…?” Felix asked, suddenly worried about something else entirely. He didn’t want his relationship with Chan to change.

“Why would it be weird?” Chan asked, as if that was a crazy thing to ask, “It’s only a kiss anyways… and at least this way you know, and I know, that your first kiss is with someone who cares about you.”

“That’s true…” Felix replied, his face felt suddenly much hotter and he instinctively leaned forward, hiding his face against Chan’s shoulder becoming enveloped in the scent of his cologne. An immediate sense of comfort washed over him, Chan truly felt like home to him.

Chan gently rubbed his back, “If you don’t want to we can just forget about it though… I don’t want you to feel too anxious or regret it.”

Felix shook his head, pulling away to look at Chan, “I won’t regret it… it’s not like it would change anything.” He said. The more he looked at Chan the more he wanted to kiss him. Especially right now, in his grey sweat pants and dark tee shirt, blond hair all curly and messy, he looked perfect.

“Of course not.” Chan reassured, his eyes scanning Felix’s face still for any traces of doubt. Felix was so adorable, so wholesome. He was more worried than anything about scaring him or upsetting him. He didn’t want Felix to feel any pressure either. Chan noticed his long hair was pulled into a tiny ponytail at the nape of his neck.

Chan leaned forward and brought his arms around Felix’s shoulders naturally, gently reaching up and taking the hair tie out of his hair and dropping it on the couch behind him before beginning to gently run his fingers through his hair, fanning it out sweetly for Felix.

Felix tensed for a moment and then relaxed and smiled, their faces were closer, “What did you do that for?” He asked softly, his breath tickling Chan’s nose as his fingers combed through his blond hair affectionately.

“I just felt like it.” Chan replied, he couldn’t stop smiling.

“Ohh,” Felix nodded, keeping his hands clasped in his lap. He wanted to reach out, to put his hands on Chan’s solid chest or just hug him again, but he didn’t know if that would be too much.

“Felix,” Chan breathed, leaning slightly closer to him. He felt strangely urgent, almost desperate to close the distance between them, but he was also highly aware of Felix’s shyness. Despite all of his feelings if Felix wanted to back out right now he would jump away without a second thought.

“Yeah,” Felix answered timidly, biting his lip slightly as he looked up into Chan’s wolfish gaze. He looked hungry, and intimidating.

“Can I kiss you,” He asked, his voice was gruff, and slightly strained.

Felix was frozen for a moment at the directness of his question, and the strange look in Chan’s eyes, but he wasn’t about to say no, he definitely wanted to kiss him.

He nodded affirmatively and felt his heart jump as Chan gently placed his hand under his chin and tilted his head up. Felix watched as his eyes closed and he came closer, and instinctively he closed his eyes as well.

Chan pressed his plush lips against Felix’s shyly puckered lips gently and then pulled away to look at Felix who’s eyes fluttered open incredulously, “Was that it?” he asked, but before he could become embarrassed by his candidness Chan was quickly kissing him again, one arm was wrapping around Felix and the other, which had been only tilting Felix’s face up was now cupping his velvety cheek.

Felix tentatively kissed back, moving his lips against Chan’s experienced mouth, and hoping he was doing it right. Chan led the kiss, separating occasionally and then crushing their lips back together.

The more they kissed the hotter Felix felt. There was a pit in the center of his stomach and his hands found their place against Chan’s waist. He found himself wanting to be closer to him. He lifted a hand to Chan’s strong face, feeling his jaw moving as they kissed.

Felix was startled when he felt Chan’s tongue against his mouth, but without much thought he slightly opened his mouth wider and poked his tongue back at Chan’s, who took the opportunity to deepen the kiss. His fingers were squeezing Felix’s shoulder gently and Felix slowly began to sit up, not disconnecting from the kiss even for a moment as Chan tilted his head back to keep kissing Felix, his hands falling to his friends tiny waist.

Felix dropped his hands on Chan’s broad shoulders, feeling peculiar as Chan’s hands gently edged his hoodie up, allowing him to splay his fingers around Felix's sides, his thumbs gliding back and forth over the smooth skin of his hips.

Any trace of anxiety or nervousness had been completely washed away now, all they could think about was each other. Felix didn’t feel like he was having a first kiss at all, he felt comfortable and natural.

Chan broke away from the kiss for a moment to look into Felix’s eyes, the two of them were breathing heavily and both of their eyes were filled with passion. Chan gently reached up and put his hand back against Felix’s face. He leaned into Chan’s palm slightly with wide eyes and then Chan leaned up and kissed his forehead, and then his cheek, and his nose and the corner of his mouth, and his jaw. He trailed kisses affectionately all over the boys face, making Felix almost breathless.

“Are you okay?” Chan asked softly, stopping again at the corner of Felix’s mouth.

“Mhm,” Felix hummed, eyes already closed.

Chan smirked softly and kissed the boys lips again before pulling back, Felix’s eyes flew open in annoyance and he whined quietly.

“I think you’re enjoying it too much.” Chan said softly, one of his hands squeezing and rubbing Felix’s side still.

“Is that bad?” Felix asked, looking troubled for a moment, his eyebrows furrowing, was he being too much? Perhaps he should-

His thought process was interrupted as Chan smashed their lips back together again, kissing him more aggressively this time. If they were both having fun, why stop now? Chan’s mouth left Felix’s and found his neck instead, being careful to be gentle and not leave any marks as he kissed, licked, and nipped at the sensitive skin, eliciting sounds out of Felix he hadn’t heard before. Breathy moans and whines that were driving him mad.

He had never enjoyed kissing someone so much. He had never enjoyed hearing someone make these sounds so much. He pushed Felix down against the couch, crawling over his small body and kissing him again, their tongues were dancing together, and while Chan’s hands were holding down Felix’s hips, Felix’s hands were wrapped around Chan’s neck, fingers wrapped tight in his blond curls.

Chan’s hands began sliding up under Felix’s hoodie and over his taut abs, searching for his nipples without thought until Felix let out a small yelp and broke away, “W-wait.” he said softly.

Chan immediately froze, and pulled back, his eyes landed on Felix’s which were now chocolate pools of anxiety.

Chan immediately pulled back, ripping his hands out from under Felix’s hoodie like he’d been burned and sitting at the edge of the sofa, his head immediately going into his hands, “I’m-I’m sorry,” he got out, feeling a heavy sense of guilt taking over his mind. He had gone way too far… that was Felix’s first kiss! How could he be so aggressive?

Felix slowly sat up, looking at Chan’s guilty frame. He reached out a hand and tentatively rubbed Chan’s shoulder, “It’s okay.” he assured. He wasn’t upset with him at all. He just hadn’t expected Chan to do that, it had taken him off guard more than anything.

“No it’s not,” Chan said, pulling his hands away to look at Felix, totally stricken with guilt, “I went way too far. I basically ravaged you for your first kiss!” He exclaimed and hid his face again. He looked ready to cry.

Felix had figured he would be the one to get emotional after this, but he was actually more relaxed than ever. He felt...good? His body was still humming with the excitement and everywhere Chan had kissed and touched felt tingly.

Felix smiled and wrapped his arms around his friends shoulders, rubbing his solid biceps insistently, “Chan hyung,” he said, “It’s okaaaay,” he sang.

“I don’t deserve to be your hyung.” Chan pouted, but still leaned into Felix’s embrace, relieved that Felix clearly didn’t hate him. The two stayed like that for a moment before Chan finally looked at Felix, who’s head had already fallen against his shoulder tiredly.

“Was I- was it-?... Did you like it?” Chan asked sheepishly.

Felix blushed, and bashfully leaned up to kiss Chan’s cheek, “Let’s have more first kisses,” he suggested boldly before pressing his face against Chan’s shoulder again.

Chan froze for a moment and then laughed out loud, warranting a smack from Felix not only to quiet him, but to get out some of the embarrassment.

“You really did like it too much…” Chan commented, pulling Felix against his side affectionately.

“Shut up,” Felix muttered darkly, turning his head to breath in Chan’s scent again and closing his eyes. Though he was getting sleepy now, he couldn’t help but hope that he got to have another first kiss with Chan soon.

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teacher’s pet

summary: ransom gets a tutor per his parents meddling, lest his family pull all financial support.

pairings: college! ransom drysdale x virgin! reader

warnings: cussing, dirty talk, sort-of public sex (fingering... in a library...i’m sorry), reference to drinking, brief brief mention of hookup! (not w reader), loss of virginity, oral (f! receiving) uhh it’s filth alright it’s innocent reader and ransom drysdale what did you expect

UNPROTECTED SEX BUT THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION SO PLEASE WRAP IT UP

a/n: per request by someone who’s no longer on tumblr, but i wanted to finish SOMETHING in my drafts. (i started this in...gosh, august? it’s way overdue)

You’ve got to be kidding me, is the first thought to bounce across Ransom’s brain when he walks into the library that evening in January. It’s practically deserted, except for one occupant of a back table. You’re huddled over laptop, doesn’t even notice him walk in. He studies you from the doorway for a moment.

His second thought is, she’s kind of cute. He pushes that far, far away and all but stomps over to the table. You look up with a start when he clears his throat, sliding out the chair across from you and dropping his bag unceremoniously onto the table.

“Lets get this straight,” Ransom declares, folding his hands together into one fist and tucking them under his chin. It’s a move his mother had pulled in many ‘I’m-not-trying-to-control-your-life-but’ conversations. She usually paired it with an exasperated and slightly pouty look meant to guilt him into seeing things her way. He pairs it with a glower. “I don’t need a tutor, I don’t want a tutor, and quite frankly, I don’t even want to be taking this fuckin’ course. However slash comma, I need this course, so I can get the degree, build some shit from the ground up like everybody else, blah, blah, blah. So. Let’s get started.”

The girl across from him just blinks for a second. Maybe he did come off a little harsh, but he didn’t say anything that wasn’t true. You blink for a little longer, like you’re confused. Ransom is just about to ask if you’re deaf when you speak up. “O-okay. Right. So, I spoke to your mother-“

“Fucking fantastic.” You glare.

“I talked to your mother and she-“

“Wait a sec,” Ransom interjects for a second time. Your eyes get wide, like you’re about to lunge across the table and strangle him. “What’s your name, sugar-tits?”

You pull a face at him, somewhere between murderous and disgusted. “Y/N. Can you please stop interrupting me?”

Ransom only smiles, and you continue. His mother had emailed you in depth, evidently. Told you all about how he failed last semester, desperately needs the credit, et cetera, et cetera. Great. It sounds almost rehearsed, though, not as nervous nor hesitant as everything you say after. He gets the feeling you don’t quite know what to make of him, yet, and he intends to keep it that way.

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Be-beep. Be-beep. Be-beep.

Ransom sweeps his arm out wildly; he hears the thunk of his water bottle and the rattle of the aspirin bottle he’d preemptively put out as they hit the floor.

Be-beep. Be-beep. Be-beep.

Finally, he manages to grasp his phone, the source of the wretched noise. Christ, his head is pounding, but he swipes to answer the call without even looking. He blinks through his migraine in the gold evening light as he croaks out a hello.

“Where the fuck are you, Hugh?”

He looks at the clock - right, right. Ransom forces a laugh through his dry throat. You’re pissed, and rightfully so. “Ransom, please, princess-“

“Don’t ‘princess’ me, prick. This is the third time this week. I’ve been at the library for thirty fucking minutes!” You hate him, hate him, hate him, but it’s been a handful of weeks now, and you know he’s positively beaming on the other end of the line. “I talked to Marcus-“

“Sweetheart,” He tries again, reaching for his water, “Marcus? C’mon, what’d I say about talking to my friends-“

“And what did I say about getting drunk off your ass the night before we’re ‘sposed to meet up? Ransom,” And you’re so angry your voice shakes and blurs with it, with the disappointment, and oh, that shouldn’t make him stir. “Seriously. Get your ass down here. I’m not letting Linda fucking Drysdale down.”

Ah yes, Little Miss Perfect, Future Miss CEO who idolizes his mother. There’s a little click as you hang up, and Ransom chuckles to himself as he takes a swig of water. He’s really considering meeting you, too; he’s just about to slither out of bed, throw on some clothes, grab his textbook. Then his latest conquest sits up beside him and stretches tanned arms, shaking long curls from her shoulders.

“Hope that wasn’t your girlfriend. I was really hoping for a round 3.”

And hell, who is he to deny a lady? (An asshole, and a liar, and an unreliable piece of expletive along with a few other colorful insults, according to the myriad of texts from Y/N. He puts his phone on silent.)

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“I’m not shocked you failed this chapter twice in a row,” Your murmur as you trace your finger under the header “Strategic Differentiation is Key: Listening to and Working with Others”. It’s late spring, the library a little more crowded as more students brave the trek across campus. He sits beside you, instead of across from you, now, thigh to thigh. “You only talk to people if it benefits you. Actually, strategic differentiation is beneficial, so I guess I am a little shocked.”

“I never wanted to be a businessman,” Ransom shrugs, leaning his chair back on two legs. Your brows furrow, and you set your pen down hesitantly, like you know they’re broaching a tedious moment. The sort of thing that doesn’t occur often - Hugh Ransom Drysdale, being vulnerable. You’re quiet, though, and he finds himself continuing.

“I wanted to be a writer like my grandpa,” He admits softly, and he doesn’t know what’s made him say it - did he hit his head in his sleep last night? - but it’s out there. It hangs between them heavily. Your fingers curl around the edges of the textbook they’re sharing.

“I...That’s really sweet, Ransom,” You murmur finally in that stupid, adorable, fucking annoyingly soft way of yours. “Really sweet.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Ransom scoffs. He shrugs it off, like everything else, shifting and slinging an arm over the back of your chair. “Tell me something you’ve never told anyone.”

“I-What?”

“You heard me. I told you something, you tell me something. Call it leveling the playing field. An eye for an eye.”

“‘An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind’,” You mutter uncertainly. You remain silent for a beat too long afterwards. Ransom leans his weight on his forearms on the table, ducking his head to speak in your ear.

“C’mon, what are you? A virgin?” He laughs at his own clever jab, but when he sits up, you still aren’t answering, face mortified. Ransom gasps exaggeratedly, grinning wickedly at his own fortune. “You are. Holy fuck. You’re a goddamn virgin.”

“Not so loud!” You hiss, slapping at his arm. You want to puke right into his stupid lap. Not that there was anything wrong with being a virgin, but hearing him say it like that... Damn him, you think, and then you huff, “Damn you.”

“Aw it’s okay, princess,” Ransom coos, and he’s mocking you, you know he’s mocking you, but something sparks in your stomach. He pinches your cheek in the way old ladies do to small children. “Nothing to be ashamed about. Not like you’re a junior in college and perfectly pretty enough to find yourself a hookup. What’s the hold-up, sugar?”

She presses her thighs together. Ransom pretends not to notice, still intent on an answer. Consumed with a combination of embarrassment and need (though mostly the former), she shrugs. “Just...waiting for the right guy, I guess.”

Ransom snorts, as if to tell her “that’s a waste of time”, or maybe because they both know it’s bullshit. But he utters nothing more on the subject, and instead picks up his pen.

“So, I think this is what tripped me up here...”

She can’t focus on his question. His free hand is tracing funny little patterns on her knee.

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“Ransom....”

“Shhh,” He huddles closer to her, hushing her wary pleas. They’re at a different table, today, further in the back. He’s got a hand slipping up beneath her skirt. “Just trust me, princess. Keep on teaching me, while I teach you.”

And she does; her voice trembles, be it with nerves or need, as he dips his fingers beneath her panties. Ransom traces over her clit, teasingly, just to hear her stumble over the sentence she’s trying to explain to him. Fuck Management Skills - he was managing just fine, if he did say so himself. He prods at her entrance, gathering her slick on his finger tips, before sliding one slick digit in to the hilt. She makes a sound somewhere between gasping and choking. Ransom grins uncontrollably, ducking his head into her neck.

“So wet for me already, princess,” He whispers, a second finger joining the first. She bites her lip as he teases a third, so soon. “Come on. Focus.”

“Ransom, I can’t,” She half-whines, pages crinkling as she grips the textbook desperately. She squirms, but he’s unrelenting. “Please, we’re gonna get caught...”

“Not if you stay quiet,” Ransom replies gruffly. He experiments, just a little; they’d been making out before, after, during their sessions for a couple of weeks now. Each time, he grew bolder. Ransom hooks his fingers one instance - pumps them rapidly the next. When she’s come apart all over his hand, receiving a pinch to her oversensitive clit just to see her flinch, your lip is bleeding from biting so hard.

Ransom hasn’t learned shit about delegation, but he knows now how to make her cum.

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You’ve never been to Ransom’s before; of course, he’d swung a small apartment just on the edge of campus. Your skin trembles even as you try to steel yourself. You know Ransom hadn’t asked to relocate your tutoring session because he was tired. The two of you had practically finished the course, anyway, and he really was grasping it without your guidance at this point. You weren’t naïve; he wanted privacy.

Your suspicions are proved right as soon as you step inside. The moment you’ve toed off your shoes, he’s sweeping you into a heavy kiss, fingers twisting into the hair at the nape of your neck. His thumb presses into your throat; just pressure, nothing serious, but you still squeak. Ransom all but growls, free arm hooking about your hips.

“Jump, honey,” He says into your mouth, and you do, legs tight about his waist. He carries you through the apartment without a hitch; you knew there was some beef hiding beneath all those damn sweaters. You’re dropped a little carelessly onto what is unmistakably his bed; of course the bastard’s got silk sheets. Ransom tosses his shirt somewhere behind him, sliding cold fingers beneath your shirt. “This alright?”

And you half think it’s sweet of him to ask, but you also know his mother, and would frankly be surprised if he didn’t ask. Embarrassment and, honestly dignity out the window, you arch into his touch. “Please.”

Ransom makes quick work of your pants and undergarments; he’s still clad in sweatpants that probably cost more than you want to imagine as you lay naked before him. He looks more like a predator than ever, expression absolutely ravenous as he levels his face with your dripping center.

“Oh, I’ve never-” You stutter, face burning as he looks up at you as if bored with your voice. When Ransom speaks next, his breath has goosebumps crackling down your thighs.

“I know, baby. Just let me take care of you, hmm?” And all you’re capable of is a rigid nod before you’re throwing your head back as his tongue traces figure eights on your clit.

“Fuck!” You cry, and he hums something akin to a laugh into your core. His thumbs spread you open further as his tongue laps at your impossibly wet entrance; when he sucks at your clit, you almost scream. Ransom, still teaching himself your ins and outs, reaches up to tweak a nipple, and you thrash. That’s when he sits up.

“Was so...close...” You pant, bringing your chin to your chest with more effort than should be necessary. His weight has left the bed; he’d stood to rid himself of his pants, unsurprisingly having gone commando. You’re gifted with the glorious sight of his impossibly thick thighs as Ransom smirks, pumping his thick, leaking member lazily.

“When you cum today, baby, it’ll be on my cock,” The blond promises darkly as he clambers back onto the bed. His bulbous tip slides up and down between your glistening folds, and he groans, basking and unashamed in his own arousal. “And only...gah, fuck....only on my cock.”

You whimper in response as he pushes right in to the hilt. He wiggles his hips, swivels a bit; you’re unsure of whether it’s to fuck with you or make sure he’s snug within your throbbing heat, but you moan none the less. Ransom takes this as the okay to begin thrusting, and any discomfort quickly dissipates as he thumbs at your clit in tight circles. For the first time since you’d met him, there’s not an ounce of snark or irritation; he swings a knee over one arm, managing to angle up against your sweet spot each time, and your hands scrabble for purchase on his shoulders.

“Ransom...fuck, Ransom, please, I-” You whine as he pushes your knee toward your chest, pounding you ever harder in juxtaposition with his soft shushing.

“I know, princess, I got you,” Ransom grunts, forehead sweat-slick as he presses his face into your neck. He nips, just barely, breath coming hard and heavy. “Just let go, baby, right there with you, c’mon...”

With a cry that has Ransom clapping a hand over your lips, you cum, legs practically vibrating as you thrash with the force of it. Ransom’s hand doesn’t leave your clit until you’re nearly sobbing from the overstimulation; just like he’d promised, moments after your own orgasm, he slips out of your channel. You can’t truly identify the feeling swirling in your gut as he spills his seed across your torso, nor as he trails two fingers through it and brings it to your lips.

“Hey,” Ransom heaves after a heavy silence, the both of you still naked with his fingers still being laved by your tongue. “Did I ever tell you about my A in Management? Grade went up like, two weeks ago. I told you that, right?”

You bite down on his fingers in reply.

#ransom drysdale x reader #ransom thrombey x you #ransom thrombey x reader #ransom drysdale x you #ransom drysdale smut #ransom thrombey smut #carolmaximoffs #ransom drysdale au #knives out

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