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sleepinghypnos · 2 months

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Female Idol/s x Named Character

(You can insert yourself as the Protag…)

Tags: Smut

Genre: Threesome (Kinda?), Rough Sex, Dirty Talk, Female Idol x Named Character (Reader), Cum swallowing, Facial.

Red Velvet Joy & Wendy x Han Jin-woo (Protagonist.)

3rd Person’s POV

Han Jin-woo is a mixed, his mother was pure Korean while his father is Italian-American, His parents decided to live in Korea. He was just 12 years old when his whole world came crashing down. His parents, who were his only family, died in a tragic car accident. Suddenly, he found himself alone and without anyone to turn to.

As an orphan, Han Jin-woo was living with their family’s butler in his house. The butler gave Han Jin-woo knowledge he has to know about his parent’s inheritance. Despite the difficult circumstances, he refused to let his past define him. He was determined to become successful and create a better life for himself.

At the age of 18, Jin-woo received a large inheritance from his parents' estate. Most people would have squandered the money on material possessions and luxuries, but Jin-woo had bigger plans. He used the money to start his own business.

With his sharp business acumen and natural leadership skills, Jin-woo's company quickly became one of the most successful in South Korea. By the age of 26, he was the CEO of a powerful company.

Due to his interest in the Entertainment Industry. He had a vision to merge two of the biggest entertainment companies in South Korea, JYP and SM, under one umbrella company. Many thought it was an impossible task, but Jin-woo was determined to make it happen. JYP and SM Entertainment are both facing a huge crisis due to staff negligence, improper management, and backlashes about the songs they produce for their idols. This is the key for Han Jin-woo to devour the entertainment giants.

Through months of intense negotiations and strategic planning, Jin-woo managed to bring JYP and SM together under one company called Deicide Entertainment. The newly formed company became an overnight success, dominating the entertainment industry with its wide range of talents and production capabilities. Jin-woo's name became synonymous with success and his company became a force to be reckoned with.

Not only did Han Jin-woo successfully merge the two companies, but he also revitalized the dying image of idols in JYP and SM, then turn Deicide Entertainment into a multi-faceted media conglomerate that now produces music, dramas, films, and manages some of the biggest names in the industry.

Apart from his business acumen, Han Jin-woo's towering height, chiseled features, and fit physique have also made him a heartthrob in the entertainment industry. His striking looks coupled with his success have made him a desirable figure, and it is no secret that he has had his fair share of romantic encounters. In a society where the personal lives of public figures are heavily scrutinized, Han Jin-woo's sexual activities have sparked controversy and gained him a reputation among his colleagues. However, he remains unapologetic and believes that his personal life has no bearing on his professional capabilities.

2nd Person’s POV (Named Character)

You step into the dimly lit dance practice room, the scent of sweat and determination filling your senses. As the CEO of Deicide Entertainment, you had often visited this place to check in on your artists and make sure everything was running smoothly. Today, you were specifically here to see Red Velvet and their upcoming comeback.

At 28 years old, you had already achieved great success in the entertainment industry. Your company was known for its innovative ideas and with the merging of JYP and SM Entertainment had taken the industry by storm. You were a force to be reckoned with, both in the boardroom and the bedroom.

As you enter the room, you spot the girls of Red Velvet practicing their choreography. They were your top girls, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of pride and excitement at the sight of them. But your focus quickly shifted to two members in particular, Son Seung-wan, or as the world knows her as Wendy and Park Sooyoung also known as Joy.

Wendy was known for her powerful vocals and graceful dancing, but in that moment, all you could see was her glistening with sweat as she moved to the music. Joy on the other hand has seductive voice and charismatic aura. They stopped dancing and took a break. And as if sensing your gaze on them, they greeted you together with the other members.

You couldn't resist any longer, your desire for her taking over. You walk towards to the two people that caught your attention, ignoring the startled looks of the other members.

“Follow me, both of you.” You said and greeted the other members of Red Velvet, the two girls followed you to your office.

“Lock the door.” You calmly said and Joy immediately locked it, you wrap your hands on Wendy.

Wendy doesn't resist, her hands instinctively finding their way to your neck, pulling you down for a passionate kiss. The smell of her sweat and the sound of her breathless moans only fueling your desire. You press her up against the glass window wall in your office, your hands roaming over her body hungrily.

With a smirk, you lean down and whisper in Wendy's ear, “Why don't you suck my cock, Wendy?”

Without any hesitation, Wendy kneels down in front of you, unzipping your pants and pulling out your throbbing shaft. Her eyes widen at the sight of it, “the rumors about you really is true.” Wendy said and she bites her lip in excitement. She wraps her soft lips around your girthy 12 inch cock, sucking and licking it with expert skill.

You groan in pleasure as Wendy's hot mouth engulfs you, her tongue swirling around your head while Joy watches from behind her. When Wendy pulls back for air, Joy takes her place, eagerly taking your cock in her mouth and deep-throating it. They take turns pleasing you, choking and gagging on your massive cock as they moan in ecstasy.

As you reach your peak, Wendy and Joy playfully fight over who gets to swallow your load. In the end, they both get a taste, as you have obscene amount of load, their faces are half-covered and mouths are full, you can't help but chuckle at their competitive nature. As they clean you up.

“Joy, lie on the couch and spread your legs.” And before she knew it, she was lying on the couch with her legs spread, while you knelt in front of her. Joy felt her face flush with embarrassment, but also a sense of excitement.

You wasted no time, as you eagerly began to perform oral pleasure on Joy. Joy couldn't help but let out a loud moan as your skilled tongue worked its magic on her. She had never experienced anything like this before, and it was driving her wild.

As Joy moaned and writhed on the couch, Wendy could only watch in arousal. She wanted to join but she couldn't deny the intense desire that was building up inside her as she watch her group member enjoys herself.

After a few minutes, you pulled away from Joy, leaving her gasping for air, she reached her peak and now quivering. You set your eyes on Wendy, she aroused and horny, since you are generous, she also get the oral pleasure she deserves. Now both of the idols were wasted just by your tongue alone.

But before Joy could even catch her breath for a little longer, you positioned Joy in all fours, she wasn’t ready to take you inside of her. Being considerate, you slowly entered her, and Joy couldn't help but cry out in ecstasy. Wendy's eyes widened in shock as she watched how your cock entered Joy’s pussy.

Your thrusts became faster and more intense, and Joy couldn't contain her pleasure any longer. She was moaning loudly, screaming your name as she reached her peak. “Yes! F-fuck! Fill me, please fill me up! Breed me until I’m bloated.” You followed soon after, both of you collapsing onto the couch in a state of pure bliss. Filling Joy’s womb with your virile seeds.

Wendy is waiting for her turn patiently, you can’t let a woman wait and you lead her to the carpeted floor and she willingly lies down. You look at her, admiring how perfect she looks. You start to undress your top.

As soon as your bodies connect, you feel a shockwave of pleasure course through your entire body. You start to penetrate her slowly, taking your time to make her adjust to your size. Wendy's moans fill the room, and you can't get enough of her. You increase your pace, and she starts to become a wreck under your touch. She loses control, and all that is left is sheer ecstasy.

You are thrusting in and out, letting her feel your weight and muscular physique against her petite body.

The sounds of skin slapping against skin fill the air, along with Wendy's moans and gasps. You can feel her reaching her peak, and with one last powerful thrust, she squirts, making you both gasp in surprise.

“I didn't know you could squirt,” you say, while caressing her face.

“I didn't think I could do it either,” she replies, panting. “I'm filling you up just like what I did to Joy,” you say, referring to one of Red Velvet's other member lying on the couch just happily watching.

Wendy nods, surrendering to the pleasure you are giving her. You continue to pound into her, pushing her to the edge over and over again. As you feel your own release approaching, you thrust deeper and came inside of her filling her to the brim. You pull out and watch as your cum flows out of her.

Joy eagerly uses her mouth to catch it all, making you groan in satisfaction, she shared the cum she collected to Wendy by kissing one another.

“Relay my message to Irene after you met with your co-members later.” You said to the girls still kissing. But they nodded because they already knew what the massage was. It’s Irene’s turn…

A/N: I don't know what to write so here, sorry for ghosting those who wants the continuation of the Bodyguard Series.

#kpop smut #smut #kpop fic #wendy smut #joy smut #red velvet smut

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rxmqnova · 3 months

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So i was thinking about, Wanda and Yn are friends, and Yn is in love with her but always putting her feelings on a side.

Wanda went to the supermarket and came back a bit upset because they couldn't find i don't know, her favourite chips or cookies, and while everyone said that next time they will have it, Yn without everyone noticed went to other places looking for it, until she found it and came back with a bag full of those. So she asked where she was and everyone was with a amused smile and telling her she was in her room. Yn went in there, and told Wanda that she has a surprise and give her the bag, she cried a bit, and you know they said their feelings to each other in a cute way hahaha.

And you can write like, two weeks later, when they are cuddling in the sofa and someone came with a box for Wanda and It was the chips or cookies, that Yn order because she didn't want to see Wanda upset for not having it and Wanda was shocked and look at her while Yn was with a grin on her face, so Wanda hugged her a gave her a kiss.

NO ONE'S POV Carrying a bag full of groceries, Wanda lets out a sigh. It was her turn to go grocery shopping this week and as always, she was excited to buy her favorite cookies.

She wouldn't be upset if they were any other cookies, but those are exactly the ones her and her twin brother Pietro loved when they were children. Ever since the tragic accident that caused Pietro's death, she's been always buying a box of those cookies whenever she went to the store as it reminds her of him.

All of the Avengers are currently sitting at the dining table, sharing a look when they notice Wanda's odd behavior. The witch has usually smile on her face, but now there's no smile.

"Wands? Are you okay?" Y/N questions, breaking the silence that's been filling the room.

Getting no response Y/N stands up and walks over to Wanda, helping her with the groceries.

"What happened?" Y/N asks once again.

"They didn't have cookies, the ones I always buy" Wanda sighs.

"Oh god, is this what's this all about? You'll just buy them next time" Tony rolls his eyes, making Y/N feel bad for Wanda. She knows how much those simple cookies mean to her.

"They'll surely have them next time" Natasha says with a soft smile, only to receive a hum from the witch in response.

Once the groceries out of the bag and on the right places, Wanda disappears to her room while Y/N joins the rest of the team at the table again, though her mind can't stop thinking about how to make Wanda happier.

Y/N hates to see Wanda sad, she'd do anything to make her feel better. She's been in love with her for as long she can remember, but she still hasn't said Wanda anything, worried it might ruin their friendship.

It doesn't take long until Y/N sneaks out of the kitchen and walks into the garage. She gets into her car and drives to a store, a different one Wanda went to, with hope to find Wanda's cookies.

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A smile is playing on Y/N's lips as she's walking to the living room where are the others' voices heard, carrying a bag full of wanted cookies. She took every single box that was in the store.

Her eyebrows furrow in confusion when she scans the room and doesn't see Wanda anywhere.

"Guys? Have you seen Wanda?" Y/N questions, all eyes suddenly on her.

"I think she's still in her room. But what's that?" Natasha asks with a smirk, knowing well about the crush Y/N has on the witch.

I mean… all of the Avengers know the two like each other, it's just so obvious. They find it amusing to see how Y/N's cheeks always heat up when Wanda tells her something nice. Or how Wanda's trying to find any opportunity to just give Y/N a hug or tuck a strand of hair behind Y/N's ear.

"Nothing, just some cookies for Wanda" Y/N explains, quickly turning around and disappearing to avoid a potential teasing.

The others let out quiet laughs, watching with amused smiles as Y/N rushes out.

"Wands?" Y/N calls, knocking at the door of Wanda's room which opens a few seconds later. "Hi, I-I have something for you. Can I come in?" She smiles, receiving a nod from the witch as she stands aside and lets Y/N in.

Wanda sits on her bed, curiously watching her friend and wondering what's in the bag Y/N's holding.

"I. Hm. I just don't like seeing you sad, so… I-I got you this" Y/N hands Wanda the bag, her cheeks turning red as she's watching Wanda peek inside.

"Y/N, I… you went to the store to buy me cookies?" Wanda questions, now looking at Y/N who nods, her cheeks red while she's avoiding any possible eye-contact with the witch.

"I know how much they mean to you, so I thought that if I buy you some it would make you feel better" Y/N mumbles out, playing with her fingers and still avoiding eye-contact.

"Y/N/N" Wanda whispers, her eyes filled with tears from the nice gesture. She stands up, pulling Y/N in for a tight hug. "Thank you" She smiles warmly, wiping her tears away.

"That was nothing" Y/N blushes hard, turning her face away which doesn't go unnoticed by Wanda as she lets out a chuckle.

"It wasn't nothing, Y/N. No one has ever done anything like this for me. So I'm asking why?" Wanda asks, a smile playing on her lips as she's looking Y/N in the eyes.

"… Because I like you" Y/N mumbles out, her gaze fixed on the ground in case Wanda wouldn't feel the same.

Wanda's smile widens, she lifts Y/N's head up with her fingers to look her in the eyes before speaking again.

"I like you too, Y/N/N, so much" Wanda confesses. "I should have told you earlier, but I wasn't sure if you feel the same"

"Really? I… so if I asked you out on a date… would you say yes?" Y/N asks, a little surprised by the fact Wanda really likes her back.

"Well, ask me and you'll see" Wanda teases, receiving a playful roll of eyes from Y/N.

"Will you go on a date with me?" Y/N questions with a smile, receiving a smile back.

"Yes, of course. I will be happy to"

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Two weeks later…

The cookies Y/N bought for Wanda two weeks ago are now all gone. Wanda gave a few boxes to the other Avengers and the rest she ate with Y/N.

And Y/N being the good girlfriend she is, she noticed, so she has a little surprise for Wanda.

The pair is currently cuddled up on the couch, watching a movie together when they get interrupted by the doorbell.

"I'll get it" Wanda sighs, sitting up and leaving the living room. Y/N's quick to follow with a smile on her face, knowing who only just rang the doorbell.

When she arrives to the the front door, Wanda's already holding a box of her favorite cookies and thanking the guy that brough it.

Wanda's absolutely confused and shocked, but it's all clear to her when she turns around and finds her girlfriend watching her with a huge smile on her face which brings a grin to Wanda's face.

"Thank you" Wanda says, wrapping arms around Y/N and pulling her in for a tight hug.

"No problem, I'll make sure you never run out. You have a personal stocker now" Y/N teases, making Wanda let out a laugh.

"You're such an idiot sometimes… my idiot" Wanda smiles, connecting her lips with Y/N's for a loving kiss.

It took them long enough to finally confess their feelings for each other, but it was definitely worth the wait.

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I'm single as a pringle, but HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY EVERYONE!! <33

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whereserpentswalk · 10 days

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People don't realize how liminal it is to be a time traveler. How you don't ever really feel like you're in the time you are. Even when you're in your own time, everything is off, your coat was something you bought in interwar France, the book you're reading on the train is from a bookstore you had to visit in Victorian London, even your necklace was given to you by a Neolithic shaman, from a culture the rest of the world can never know. You find yourself acting strange even when in the present, much less in the past you have to work in.

You remember meeting a eunuch in 10th century China, and having him be one of the only people smart and observant enough to realize you were from a diffrent time. You could talk honestly with him, though still you couldn't reveal too much about your time. And it was still so strange hearing him talk casually about work and mention plotting assassinations. You're not allowed to but you still visit him sometimes.

You remember that the few times you were allowed to tell someone everything it was tragic. You knew a young woman who lived in Pompeii, who you had gotten close to, a few days before she would inevitably die. On your last day there you looked into her eyes, knowing soon they'd be stone and ash, that the beauty of her hair would be washed away by burning magma. And you hugged her, and told her that you wanted her to be safe, and told her she was wonderful and that you wanted her to be comfortable and happy. And you let her tongue know the joy of 21st century chocolate, and her eyes see the beauty of animation, knowing she deserved to have those joys, knowing it wouldn't matter soon. And you hugged her the last time, and told her she deserved happiness. And when you left without taking her it was like you were killing her yourself.

You want to take home everyone you're attached to. There's a college student you befriended in eighteen fifties Boston. And you can't help but see him try to solve problems you know humanity is centuries away from solving. And you just want to tell him. And it's not just that, the way he talked about the books and plays he likes, his sense of humor. There's so many people you want him to meet.

You feel the same way about a young woman you met on a viking age longship. She tells stories to her fellow warriors and traders, stories that will never fully get written down, stories that she tells so uniquely and so well. She has so many great ideas. You want so dearly to take her to somewhere she can share her stories, or where she can take classes with other writers, where she can be somewhere safe instead of being out at sea. She'll talk about wanting to be able to do something, or meet people, and you know you're so close to being able to take her, but you never can, unless she accidently finds out way too much then you can't.

You remember the longship that you met that young storyteller on. You were there before, two years ago for you, ten years later for the people on it. The young woman who told you stories wasn't there ten years later, you had been told why then but you only realize now, her uncle, who ran the ship, had been one of the first people to convert to Christianity in his nation. He killed her, either for not converting or for sleeping with women, you're not sure, but he killed her, and bragged about it when you met him ten years later.

You talk to the storyteller on the longship, ask her about the myths you're there to ask her about, the myths that she loves to tell. You look into her eyes knowing it's probably less then a year until her uncle takes her life. You ask her if you think that those who die of murder go to Valhalla. She tells you she hopes not, she doesn't see Valhalla as a gift but as a duty, she hopes for herself to go to Hel, where she wouldn't have to fight anymore. You slip and admit you're talking about her, telling her that you hope that's where she goes when she's killed. You hope to yourself you'll be forced to take her to the twenty first century, you're tempted even to make it worse, you want to have ruined her enough to be able to save her.

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randxmthxughts · 1 year

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Unrequited Love - Tsu'tey x Omatikaya!Reader

summary: you had been in love with tsu'tey for as long as you could remember. so when you see his heart break again at the loss of another mate, you offer him comfort, expecting nothing in return

genre/warnings: smut!, oral (m receiving), angst, unrequited love

wc: 2k

a/n: this is my first time writing smut, so i hope i didn't screw it up completely. please let me know if there's anything unrealistic or sounds silly (i am a virgin, idk what the hell i'm doing), i'll be glad to change it. also, please don't forget to leave some feedback, replies, whatever you want. i love reading what you have to say, and it always encourages me to write more ♡

masterlist - part 2

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You watch in silence, your focus only on him. As things escalate between Tsu'tey and Jake, people around you begin to gasp and murmur, filling the space with noise. All you want to do is to call out his name, get him out of there.

It’s obvious to you that his challenge means nothing. He does it to upkeep his reputation, but if he kills Jake, Neytiri will never choose him again. Tsu’tey draws a knife, bending down over Jake’s unconscious body.

“Neytiri was promised to me,” Tsu’tey grabs him by the hair, bringing his knife closer, “This is a demon in a false body. It should not live.”

Neytiri suddenly lunges at Tsu’tey with all her might. She knocks him off his feet and takes a defensive stance over Jake, baring her teeth and knife. You notice Tsu’tey's posture weaken, as he watches his mate claim Jake as her own in front of the whole clan. He knows it’s too late for him to fight, Neytiri and Jake are now mated for life. Your heart aches at the sight of Tsu’tey's bloodied face and the way he spits on the ground before retreating into the forest, disappearing from the crowd.

Desperately, you rush after him, ignoring the noise and commotion breaking around you. It takes some time for you to finally spot his frame, partially hidden between thick bushes, sitting on a rock with his head hanging low in defeat.

Sylwanin was his first true love. You watched them fall in love while you were still children. Having a crush on somebody who was already claimed was tough on you, but you knew that Sylwanin and Tsu’tey were meant for each other, and you tried very hard to be happy for them. You remember it as clear as a day when they announced their bond, and the way you cheered for them, joining in on the celebration. But in your heart, you couldn't help but wish for the kind of love that Tsu'tey had for Sylwanin. You prayed to Eywa that she would one day grant you such feeling.

Losing Sylwanin in that tragic accident was devastating already, but being arranged to mate with her sister instead must have been an unbearable burden for Tsu’tey. Your heart shattered into thousands of tiny pieces when you first heard the news, and there was nothing you could do to help. Tsu’tey was a great hunter and warrior, there was no one more deserving of being Olo’eyctan than him. And though he bonded with Neytiri over their shared grief, he knew that he could never love her the same way. When Sylwanin died, a part of him had also died with her. And now, witnessing Tsu’tey lose his mate to another man was agonizing.

“Tsu’tey,” you catch his attention, approaching him.

As if caught in a moment of vulnerability, Tsu’tey sits up straight. You grimace at the blood smeared around his beautiful face, eyes glistening with the threat of tears. Noticing your gaze lingering on him, Tsu’tey hurries to wipe his eyes. Future Olo’eyctan or not, he didn’t like that you saw him like this. Quickly, you reach forward and grasp his wrists, preventing him from hiding his face.

“‘M sorry,” you mumble.

“I’m fine,” he huffs, shaking his hands to free them from yours.

You don’t take offense to his harshness. Growing up, Tsu’tey always had a soft spot for you, but that did not apply during the moments of humiliation. You crouch down in front of him, letting his frame loom over you.

“You shouldn’t have followed me, Y/N,” he says, like it was an order you disobeyed.

You purse your lips, uncertain if Tsu’tey truly means it. Despite being only two years older than you, Tsu’tey still treated you like a child sometimes. Even as a kid, he exuded dominance and strength, his presence alone putting everyone intact. So whenever he saw boys bullying you, Tsu’tey was quick to tell them off. He would then nudge your shoulder, coaxing a smile from you, and consider his job done. But what he failed to recognize, after all these years, is that you never saw him the same way he saw you. Your heart ached every time you looked at him, knowing that he could never be yours, and that his own heart belonged to someone else.

“I don’t want to take out my anger on you,” Tsu’tey’s tone is stern, “You better leave, Y/N.”

“You can take it out on me, I don’t mind,” you say softly, as his eyes widen in confusion.

“I’m not kidding,” he warns you with a low growl.

“Please, let me help you,” you plead with him, resting your palms over his thighs, “I can take it, you don’t have to hold back.”

Tsu’tey rarely heard those words. He was always scolded for being short-tempered, acting out of anger. That those were unsuitable qualities for the future Olo’eyctan. Tsu’tey tried to contain it, but often old habits would slip right back in. He shifted under your touch, gazing at your hands, while his mind went to places where it shouldn’t go. He thought that he was probably reading you wrong, still upset over the fight.

You weren’t sure if this was where you wanted things to head, when you followed him. But right at this moment, you felt like there was nothing else you wanted to do for him. Your heart truly desired to see him relax for a moment, even if it was at the expense of your feelings. As you slowly moved your palms higher on his thighs, Tsu’tey drew in a short breath. He watched you silently until your fingers grazed the edges of his loincloth.

“You don’t have to,” Tsu’tey put his hands over yours, in an attempt to stop you, but all you could feel was the heat radiating off his skin, making your heart race.

“I want to,” you insist, “Let me make you feel good.”

“You know I can never truly devote myself to anyone else but Sylwanin,” his voice drops, and you have to perk your ears to hear him.

“I know,” you move your fingers to his sides, reaching the ties of his loincloth, “I don’t expect anything in return.”

“Y/N…” Tsu’tey whispers but you shush him.

You notice the way he tries to resist the growing lust, despite longing for it to be satisfied. His mind tells him to walk away but his body doesn’t comply. Would it be so bad for him to get lost in the moment and just let it go? Let himself forget about all of his worries and pretend that he had nothing weighing down on him?

You hesitate before untying his loincloth, waiting for Tsu’tey to stop you, but he doesn’t. As the fabric slides off his sides, revealing his already hard cock, you’re taken aback slightly. Tsu’tey watches your reaction with a hint of shame; he can’t believe he’s already aroused just by the way you undressed him.

Slowly, you lean in, pressing a soft kiss to his thigh. You hear Tsu’tey’s breath hitch and feel his muscles clench, as you start trailing kisses up his skin. When you reach his balls, you pause. You have never done anything like this before. Sure, you heard girls talk about pleasuring their mates in many ways, but you could only dream about making Tsu’tey happy. It’s scary.

You take a breath before planting wet kisses to his sack, then some more to the base of his member. Instinctively, his penis twitches underneath your lips, and you hear Tsu’tey let out a small moan. Your ears perk up at the sound so pleasant, you wish you could hear it everyday. You’ve never seen this side of Tsu’tey; he was always so stern, so aware of the way he presented himself to others. But here he is now, trembling under your touch, letting his guard down. Feeling braver, you wrap your lips around his sack, sucking in gently. Simultaneously, your fingers find their way around his penis, giving it a light squeeze.

“Tsahey,” he grunts through his teeth.

The sounds he makes are so satisfying, you feel heat rush to your cunt. You try to ignore the growing sensation, as you press your tongue flat against his shaft, and follow along a prominent vein. Tsu’tey’s grabs the back of your neck, bringing your face closer, ordering for more. You had no idea that you were unintentionally teasing him, making him impatient.

Getting his hint, you take the tip of his penis into your mouth, your tongue occasionally grazing the top, as you suck on it. You let the saliva drip out of your mouth and smear it over his shaft with your hand, beginning to draw small motions up and down, your mouth still working.

“Take it all in,” Tsu’tey grunts, “Please.”

Tsu’tey had never sounded as desperate as he did right now. To please him, you lean in, trying to take his whole penis into your mouth. It was your best attempt, given how big he was, and feeling the tip press against the back of your throat. It tickles your skin like an annoying scratch you want to tend to. As you lose the rhythm of your breathing, suddenly feeling overwhelmed, you pull away. Instead, you work your hand up and down his penis, now completely covered in your saliva. You massage his balls with your other hand, and when you hear Tsu’tey draw in another short breath, your walls painfully clench around nothing. You push your thighs together, trying not to get distracted by your own desire.

As you pick up a rhythm with your hand, Tsu’tey’s muscles are clenching and relaxing at every movement. He starts to grow impatient, wishing to feel the inside of your mouth again, and reaches out to direct his penis into your mouth. You take him in.

“Tsahey,” he grunts again, then lets out a soft moan when you swirl your tongue around him.

Tsu’tey suddenly stands up, forcing you to sit up higher on your knees. This new position now allows him to slide his full length into you, tickling your throat and almost making you gag. Tears prick up at the corner of your eyes, as he starts jerking his hips forward in small, quick motions. To hold you in place, Tsu’tey grabs you by your hair, and starts speeding up, thrusting into you more violently. When he tugs at your queue, you let out a small whimper.

Distracted by the sound you just made, Tsu’tey slows down, locking his eyes on yours.

“Will you be alright?” he asks, his breath shaky. You suck on him as a sign of approval, “I just need a moment, I'm almost there."

Tsu’tey grips the back of your neck, and picks up the speed of his thrusts again, hitting the back of your throat with a new force. He is going harder on you, desperately chasing the wave of pleasure. Your mouth felt so warm, so soft around him, cheeks sucking and pressing against his length. The tears in your eyes turn your vision blurry, and you try to blink them away, to watch his face. He looks so beautiful.

Suddenly, you feel his member clench, and Tsu’tey pushes into you a few more times. His movements become sloppier, and when a loud groan escapes from his lips, you feel warm bitter liquid filling out your mouth.

“Mawey,” he whispers, his lids heavy, as he pulls out.

He presses his fingers against your chin, lifting your head just enough to encourage you to swallow. You gulp down, maintaining eye contact, and Tsu’tey hums with a smile, satisfied. Your cunt clenches painfully, pleading for attention, and you squeeze your thighs again, trying to calm yourself down.

Tsu’tey notices it immediately, eyes now lingering on your loincloth. You look away, embarrassed to get caught by him, and wipe your mouth.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he says, still standing bare in front of you.

It’s awkward, you don’t know how to behave now. You stand up, still not meeting his eyes.

“Feel a little better now?” you ask softly.

“Much better,” Tsu’tey places his fingers under your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes, “Do you want me to help you with that?”

Your cunt clenches again, when his gaze trails down your body. You feel heat rush to your face at the mere thought of Tsu'tey pleasuring you. But you’re too flustered, you’re not sure you can endure it.

“No, this is not about me,” you shake your head, “I wanted to make you feel better because you didn’t deserve what happened.”

“I must be a fool,” Tsu’tey admits with a guilty sigh, “I never thought that you... that there was something.”

“I know you hadn’t,” you dismiss the way his eyes burn into yours.

“You deserve someone better. Who is not as broken as me,” his hand cups your cheek to offer you comfort.

“Please don’t,” you pull away, interrupting him before he can pity you, “I know you don’t feel the same, Tsu’tey, it’s alright.”

You force a small smile, blinking away the tears in your eyes. The moment between you is fleeting, but it weighs heavy on your heart. You know that he can never love you.

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ro-is-struggling · 3 months

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Breakfast In Bed || Clark Kent x Reader

Based on THIS and THIS requests

Summary: Being married to a superhero was bound to have some tough times, you knew that well when you accepted Clark's marriage proposal. However, the last few months were becoming too difficult for you as he was having trouble balancing his daily life and his responsibilities as Superman. Intentional or not, he was neglecting you and you were getting tired of waking up alone every morning. But just when you thought you couldn't take it anymore, Clark surprises you with breakfast in bed and a talk that reminds you why you love him so much.

Warnings: a little angst, but mostly fluff, fem!reader

English is not my first language

Word count: 1800

Notes: I don’t know why but I always have the need to write Clark like the most romantic and adorable man in the world, so enjoy! Consider this as my valentine gift to you

You knew your relationship with Clark would be complicated from the moment you learned about his special abilities. You always knew he was far from ordinary, you just thought his greatness had more mundane roots —his kindness, his empathy, the way he cared about everyone and how he always surprised you by remembering even the smallest details, all the normal things that made you fall in love with him. You'd be lying if you said you weren't surprised to learn the truth, but it also explained a lot —the way he sometimes seemed to be able to be on two sides at the same time, his incredible strength and great sense of hearing. It made you worry about the kinds of dangers he faced every day as Superman, but it also made you love him even more. So you decided that you would stay by his side knowing full well that your relationship would be far from normal.

Through it all, you managed to make things work. Clark was very good at keeping his identity secret to protect you. And you were great at pretending that his long absences didn't bother you, making him feel better when he was late for your anniversary dinner after a year of marriage. To be honest, it wasn't always that terrible. You did have plenty of moments of blissful intimacy, away from the outside world and the dangers it presented. And it was wonderful. You loved spending quality time with your husband, even if it was just sitting in silence working to meet some deadline for work. Just knowing he was there with you was enough to make you feel happy, loved.

The problem you had now was that he was spending less and less time at home. He came home late every night, exhausted after a long day at work —both as Clark at the Daily Planet and as Superman helping people in danger. And in the mornings you were lucky if you got to have breakfast together. He always tried to make time for you, to spend a romantic evening at a nice restaurant or curl up on the couch to watch a movie, but somehow work always got in the way. If it wasn't Perry calling him to cover an urgent story for the paper, it was a person in danger crying out for Superman.

It was frustrating because you felt you couldn't say no. Clark would always ask your opinion before doing anything, looking at you with those beautiful blue eyes while assuring you that if you said no, he would stay where he was. But how could you say no when a child in danger cried for their hero or a tragic accident required his presence? There was no way your conscience would let you live with that decision.

You knew his work was important. Both inside and outside the newspaper, he helped people. People in vulnerable situations, people in danger, people who needed to be heard. It was truly noble of him and you admired him for his determination to make the world a better place. That was the biggest reason why you didn't say anything, but the truth was that you missed him.

You missed coming home from work and finding him waiting for you, asking you how your day had been the moment you walked through the front door. You missed going to sleep next to him at night after spending hours sharing work stories over dinner. You missed the warmth of his body wrapping around you in the cold mornings and hearing his voice raspy with sleep wishing you good morning when he still had his eyes closed. In the last few weeks you were lucky if he made it to dinner. Going to sleep alone and waking up alone in the mornings had become your routine. And you hated it.

That morning was no exception. When you opened your eyes you found the left side of the bed empty. Your arms clung tighter to Clark's pillow, inhaling his scent to make you feel less lonely. It was supposed to be his day off, but you wouldn't be surprised if Perry had called him last minute or some catastrophe had gotten him out of bed early. You had barely seen him last night. Clark had arrived late when you were already asleep and you only managed to mumble his name in the dark and hug him when he lay down next to you, and now he wasn't next to you when you woke up either. The day had barely begun and you already wanted it to end.

Letting out a long sigh, you decided it would be best to get up and do something to distract your mind. Clark wasn't there and it wasn't going to do your mental health any good to stay in bed crying all morning. So you dragged your feet lazily to the bathroom, going about your morning routine before leaving the room to prepare breakfast.

Only the moment you opened the door you were assaulted by the smell of freshly brewed coffee. You frowned in confusion, wondering if perhaps you had mistakenly left the coffee maker running all night. However, when you entered the kitchen you discovered that it was no mistake. Standing in front of the stove was Clark, flipping pancakes and cutting up some fruit while humming to himself.

You couldn't help but smile as you watched him move. He still had his pajama pants on and his hair was a mess. You took advantage of the fact that his back was turned to you to admire him silently as a warm and fuzzy feeling spread through you. The sadness disappeared from your system as you watched him carefully stack the pancakes, taking his time to decorate them with little pieces of fruit just the way you liked. He looked adorable, bent over the counter as he arranged breakfast on a tray, ready to be taken to bed. You wanted to run over and hug him, but before you could move from the doorway Clark turned, finally sensing your presence.

"What are you doing there? You're supposed to be sleeping." he said and you could swear he sounded disappointed to see you there. "I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed."

You walked into the kitchen. Just a couple of steps and you were in front of him, wrapping your arms around his naked torso and resting your head on his chest as you hugged him. Clark reciprocated right away, planting a kiss on the top of your head as he breathed in the scent of your hair.

"I'm sorry," you pouted, lifting your head from his chest to look at him. "We can go back to bed if you want."

Clark answered you with a kiss, his lips caressing yours gently. It was a quick kiss, but it still managed to take your breath away.

"What's the occasion?" You asked as you broke away, stealing a strawberry from the pancakes and popping it into your mouth. It wasn't your anniversary or your birthday and it wasn't Valentine's Day, so you wondered what had prompted Clark to make such a gesture to you.

"I wanted to apologize... I know I haven't been around much and I know it's not easy for you, even though you are too nice to tell me."

"Clark..." You wanted to intervene, but he silenced you by resting his index finger on your lips.

"I need you to know that you're important to me, more important than anything else." Clark slid his hand up to your cheek, his fingers caressing your skin gently. He gave you a warm smile, losing himself for a moment in the bright light of your eyes. "Do you remember what I told you the day I asked you to marry me? I said with these powers I could see the beauty of the universe, the flowers blooming on the other side of the planet or dying stars exploding in brilliant light thousands of miles away, and yet, the day I meet you I knew I had to be with you because for the first time in my life the only thing in the universe worth looking at was right there in front of me. That is still true. It will always be true, angel."

"Damn it, smallville!" You let out a giggle, feeling the tears building up in your eyes as you remembered that day —one of the happiest days of your life. You hated the way he always knew exactly what to say to make you feel better, it made being mad at him really hard.

Clark smiled at you, his blue eyes shining with love in them as he gently wiped away a tear that had escaped and rolled down your cheek. "You're the most important thing in my life and I'm sorry I haven't been showing it these past months. I promise you I'll be better in the future. I'll try harder to make this work, to make us work."

"I know this is hard for you too, baby." You said, letting your hands fall from his shoulders to his chest. You knew Clark wasn't neglecting you on purpose. You knew it hurt him as much as it hurt you to be away or to miss a date you had been planning for a long time. Balancing his normal life and his superhero life had always been one of his biggest challenges.

"I know you love me and I know you care about me, you don't have to doubt that. I knew things were going to be difficult sometimes the day I said yes. I understand how important being Superman is to you, it is who you are and I love you for that too. I just... miss you sometimes, but I'm sure we're going to find a way to work this out. We always do."

"I swear if I could love you more I would explode." Clark smiled at you before taking your face in his hands again and pressing his lips together. You couldn't help but smile into the kiss, feeling that familiar warmth fill you inside. It was the comforting warmth of love, of the happiness it gave you to be in Clark's arms after so much loneliness.

That was the Clark you missed so much. The loving husband who wrapped his arms around you and kissed you until his lips were tired. The one who showered you with compliments until you were flustered. The one who didn't hesitate to show you how much he loved you with sweet words or cute details. It had been so long since you had the chance to be alone like that, sharing such an intimate moment, that you almost forgot how good it felt when Clark kissed you or how safe you felt when he put his arms around you. It was a beautiful feeling that you could only describe as the touch of true love. You never wanted to forget it, you were willing to do anything not to lose it.

"I love you too." You murmured against Clark's lips, giving him a quick peck before pulling away from him. "Now, about that breakfast..."

Clark let out a chuckle. "Go back to bed, I'll be there in a second."

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strawberrymilk-sunshine · 1 year

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Yan overblotted malleus who kills his darling by accident, maybe loses his mind even more. Go crazy 💙

>:)

Warning(s): blood, death, hearing voices

The ink clouding his vision slowly dripped off of his face, allowing him to see clearly once more.

"What... what happened to me...?" He asked.

But nobody was there to answer his question.

Malleus stood up on his unsteady legs. Nobody's around, where are they?

And then he found everyone. Silver, Sebek, Lilia, and the two Shrouds were huddled around... something. He couldn't tell what it was.

When Silver heard someone approaching, he immediately stood up and drew his sword, but calmed himself when he realized Malleus looked like he was back to normal.

But behind Silver, hidden by everyone else, Malleus saw a very bloody body.

"What happened?" Malleus asked.

"You overblotted." Silver simply responded.

"There's no pulse." He heard the younger Shroud say. "And... I'm not detecting any brain activity either."

"S-shit... Ortho, c-could you try shocking them awake?"

"I don't think it would be of any use at this point..."

"Ah, how tragic..." Lilia said. "Malleus will be quite displeased."

"Why... will I be displeased...?" Malleus asked.

"Malleus! You're ok!" Lilia said, turning around. "Such wonderful news-!"

"Lilia. Why did you say I would be displeased." He demanded.

"...Malleus. I'm sure you're aware you overblotted, yes...?" Lilia asked. He floated upwards and placed his hands on Malleus' shoulders. "(Y/N)... they tried to help us calm you down as they've done with all the other overblot cases but..."

It felt like all of the noise was sucked out of the world. He heard nothing, except for what Lilia said to him next.

"Malleus, you killed them."

It's easy to keep a human alive.

Just use a bit of magic, and just like that they'll be ok.

Lilia had clearly lied! You were just fine!

A simple spell to heal your injuries, and one to help with... preservation... and you were just fine!

You were alive, clearly!

You still looked alive, and your body wasn't at all decaying, so you're clearly ok!

You have to be.

Malleus Draconia was always known as a strange man, people just never commented on it because he's big and scary and one of the most powerful mages in the world, but now... people were starting to talk about him.

They were starting to talk about how Malleus Draconia was a man who always dragged a human's corpse around with him. He called the body "(Y/N)". He would talk to them like they were alive, and he always expected a response, before saying something along the lines of "Oh, you don't want to speak right now? That's ok, (Y/N), maybe later."

Everyone was now more unsettled by Malleus than ever before.

"(Y/N), what would you like for dinner?" Malleus asked, sitting you down in a chair.

But you didn't respond to him.

"...my dear, I know you're probably angry at me for hurting you like that, and I'm extremely sorry about that, but (Y/N)... we can't go on like this." Malleus said, grabbing your cold hands. "I can't go one more day without hearing your voice."

And after that, he could have sworn you said something to him. He heard a voice in the back of his mind, one that resembled yours...

"I knew it. You're still alive." Malleus smiled. "So, (Y/N), what would you like for dinner?" It felt so nice to hear your voice again. "Oh, that sounds wonderful, my dear. Shall we discuss wedding preparations tomorrow? ... Yes, my thoughts exactly!"

Lilia, Silver, and Sebek were peaking into the room to make sure Malleus was doing ok.

They did not expect to see what they did.

He's talking to you like you're still alive, like you're responding to him...

"Father, what do we do?" Silver asked.

"...I don't know."

"Is there nothing we can do to prevent Lord Malleus from marrying a corpse?!" Sebek yelled.

"Well, his grandmother will surely prevent that, but we should find a way to help him with... this." Lilia sighed. "For now, I suppose we just... let this happen. And try our best to help."

Malleus looked so happy, dancing with you.

But you didn't look happy, dancing with him.

Your expressionless, dead face could not display happiness anymore.

But Malleus... he saw you looking happy as ever. You looked as beautiful as the day he found you.

To Malleus...

You looked as alive as ever.

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starcrossedreaders · 11 months

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I keep having this idea of a spy x family scenario with leon as loid and y/n as yor.

Author's note: He literally looks like Loid, I love this idea so much!

Warnings: None!

"You're telling me I need to have a family within a week?"

"I'm sure you can figure it out. Remember we put you on this job for a reason,"

"Yea yea. Condor one out." Leon threw his head back as he tried to think of a way to build a family within his small time lot of 7 days.

He could just lie and say his wife passed in a tragic accident. Although that would be super unethical. Who is Leon kidding, his whole job is unethical.

"So Sherry,"

"Yes Leon?" Sherry shook her head side to side as her feet kicked back and forth while coloring the piece of paper under her.

"How would like to have a mom?" Her head peaked up as she turned to face Leon.

"Like Claire?"

Leon chuckled a little bit, "Maybe not Claire." Although it was a good idea it was too risky, she was too involved in the world.

"hm What about Claire's friend Y/N! I think you two would be cute together,"

"Y/N huh?"

.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.

"Come on Y/N you know how charming Leon is. You guys would get along together so well,"

"I don't know Claire, I don't want to use him."

"You won't be using him if you go to the date I just set up for you guys,"

"YOU WHAT?"

"I'll text you the details, don't be late." Claire skipped off and out of the coffee shop leaving you alone.

"I can't believe her," Shaking your head you looked at your phone to read her text.

'6:30 on 31 E. Washington Dr. at that cute Italian restaurant! Have fun!

Leave it to Claire to set you up on a not so blind date with a very hot guy. You twist and jump around as you tried to zip up your dress. Heaving, you sat down to put on your shoes as you finally got the dress zipped.

.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.

"Alright Sherry, I'll be back before 9 be good for Chris!"

"Of course! Be safe."

Leon closed the door as he prayed he won't come home to a burned down house as he walked to the date Claire set up for him. As he entered the venue, he noticed a captivating figure across the room. Y/N, was an enigmatic woman with a reputation for her exceptional skills in cryptography and intelligence gathering. Your eyes met briefly, and a spark of intrigue flickered between them. Leon couldn't help but feel drawn to you.

Sitting across from you he puts his hand out, "Leon Kennedy,"

Your hand grabs his in a rather firm handshake that catches Leon a little of guard. "Y/N L/N. Nice to meet you."

The night went smoothly, there no was long periods of silence between you two as you guys ended up being the last ones in the restaurant before you were asked to leave. Leon had walked you home, giving you a kiss on your cheek and soft goodnight as he walked himself back home.

In the following days, Leon and you found yourselves crossing paths more frequently. Your encounters were brief, as both of you guys were cautious about revealing your true intentions with one another.

Your interactions soon become very frequent, weather that was running into each other at the grocery store or on the streets. Soon, this led into dating. Sherry and you got along wonderfully. It made you wish that this was your actual happy little family, but deep down you knew you were just covering your tracks for the things you have done.

Leon's and yours investigation eventually intertwined, as you discovered a sinister plot aimed at destabilizing global governments. An international syndicate, working in the shadows, sought to exploit sensitive information and gain control over powerful entities.

As you guys delved deeper in your relationship, your connection grew stronger. The trust you built became an unbreakable bond, an anchor in the dangerous world you guys both had inhabited without one another knowledge.

Eventually, you late nights at the office excuse was useless as you guys found each other in the same spot.

"Leon?"

"Y/N? What are you doing down here?"

"I should be asking you the same thing,"

"I-"

"We can talk about this later okay Leon? For now we have B.O.W.S to kill,"

"Right."

You guys had infiltrated a hidden lair, navigating through a maze of traps and enemies. You guys had worked together flawlessly, relying and using each others strengths to overcome whatever came your way.

When the mission ended successfully you guys had finally let it all out, letting your hearts speak as you confessed to one another.

"So you mean to tell me that you originally only dated me because you were trying not to look like an assassin,"

"Exactly right,"

"But yet, we were working on the same mission for two different people,"

"Seems like it,"

Leon could only shake his head, "Unbelievable,"

You stabbed your fork into your food as you brought it up to your mouth.

"But yet, you still want to date because you...love me?"

Placing your fork down you crossed your arms as you look at Leon. "What's so hard to understand, or do you just like hearing yourself talk?"

Leon clicked his tongue, "Tch, yea right. I'm just trying to make sense of it all, it's a lot to process,"

"I understand. If you don't want to continue our relationship after this I totally understand,"

"NO, no- it's not that,"

"Then what is it?"

"It's just....I'm afraid I'm going to get attached and then lose you..."

Your eyes soften as you listen to Leon pour his heart out to you. Reaching across the table you take his hand into yours as you look in his blue eyes.

"I promise you, you will not lose me not in a million years. You only live once Leon, don't let fear hold you back from living."

From there you guys pledged to support each other through future challenges, your love and trust serving as a beacon of hope in a world threatened by darkness.

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soliloquent-stark · 2 months

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twist your twisted leg (upon that twisted olive branch)

a winteriron au

dedicated to @sunnysideprincess 🖤

short summary after the cut:

after a tragic war accident where tony couldn't save his partner from falling to his death, he becomes iron man to make sure nobody he cares about will be unprotected ever again. he refuses to love someone else, and instead focuses all his time on the lucrative industry of clean energy and improving his suit of armor.

years later, while babysitting his niece, he gets a visit from a terrible ghost of the past; what follows is an addictive game of cat and mouse where the villain lacks the courage to finish the job, and the hero lacks the heart to turn him in.

when bucky unavoidably gets arrested, despite tony's efforts to help him out, tony realises the terrible truth he tried to suppress all this time: he doesn't want to live without the love-of-his-life-turned-nemesis because, even when fighting, bucky still makes him feel more alive than he's felt in years.

and since the motivation behind becoming iron man was to protect the ones he loves, he knows deep in his heart that none of it matters if he doesn't manage to keep the most important person in his life safe. so what if bucky hates him forever; he will still make it his life purpose to guard him. he cannot fail him a second time.

it's a damn good thing that prisons are not actually that hard to break into, and that all that money he's hoarded over the years is perfect for making two international fugitives disappear.

the fact i had more scenes but tumblr's limit is 30

the title is from this song which i highly recommend listening to

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blouisparadise · 1 month

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Upon request, today we have a rec list of bottom Louis fics where either Louis or Harry has amnesia. If you enjoy our rec lists, please be sure to like and reblog this post to help spread the word. Happy reading!

1) Finding Thoughts | Teen & Up | 6,810 words

"Hi, my name is Louis Tomlinson and I suffer from short term memory loss."

2) Our Love Was Made For Movie Screens. | Not Rated | 8,106 words

Harry wakes up and doesn't know anything about anything and Louis is his omega.

3) Cause I’m Really Not Fine At All | Mature | 13,679 words

Louis Tomlinson, one of the famous members of One Direction, is involved in a car accident that caused him to have amnesia, wiping all the last five years of his life from the memory. The interesting part is he may not remember that he has a girlfriend now, yet his mind seems to think that he has been in a relationship with one of the members, Harry Styles. Harry is baffled and shocked at the situation that's thrown in his face. He finds himself learning how to be a good boyfriend for Louis. It has to be easy.. right?

4) Indestructible | Explicit | 24,243 words

“Hi,” Harry murmurs, and Louis hiccups out a sob. “Hi,” he manages, still clutching onto Harry’s shoulders. Harry’s fingers drift across Louis’ cheeks, and there’s something off about Harry’s expression, but Louis can’t figure out what it is. “I’m okay,” Harry says, and Louis is going to say something to that, even if he doesn’t know what, except Harry’s kissing him. Louis freezes.

5) The Way This River Runs | Explicit | 27,417 words

Louis is provided a chance to start over. He takes it.

6) Deleted Scenes | Explicit | 33,623 words

Agent Harry Styles was injured on the job a few months back, and gets roped in one last mission before he can retire prematurely: playing house with Louis, a widower who has amnesia. The assignment seems simple at the beginning, but soon enough Harry's twisted in a web of his own making, and can't get out anymore.

7) Just A Pretty Boy | Explicit | 35,614 words

The alpha in front of him wasn’t only tall, but used every inch of his body to look even more threatening. He looked as shocked as Joseph felt, in his eyes he could clearly see horror and anger mixed into an odd and painful mix. It was as if he just watched a ghost or a monster from a nightmare come to life. “Louis…” he said with a low voice. It wasn’t a question, he was calling Joseph by that name. The crease between Joseph’s brows deepened. “Who?” Louis and Harry were married until, one day, Louis passed away in a tragic accident. Years later, he is found alive and with a thousand questions plaguing his mind. The most important ones; was his husband involved in his disappearance? And, how long did it take Harry and his best friend to fall in love after his supposed dead?

8) The Things I’d Do To Wake Up Next To You | Mature | 36,109 words

AU. Harry wakes up to a pregnant Louis Tomlinson and a wedding band on his finger.

9) Strangers In Love | Explicit | 42,207 words

Louis wakes up to find himself in a marriage with the last man he thought he'd ever end up with.

10) Define Me Again | Mature | 54,385 words

He's never felt so frightened in his life before, so fucking terrified for himself. And Louis. He looked down at their hands, which seemed to have been connected throughout the incident. He looked at the ring on Louis' hand, for the nth time that day. His heart hurt so bad now, he was terrified. He wanted to do so many things, he wanted to check on louis, if he- if he- God he couldn't even think about it. "Louis," he tried to whisper, but nothing but air came out from his mouth. "I love you, Harry," whispered a voice. But it was nowhere near him. Visions attacked his mind, rapidly flickering through like one would do the pages of a book. He was terrified. His entire life literally flashed in his mind, vision growing more and more weak and he fought unconsciousness. Memories and the picture of Louis lying unconscious in front of him altered and flickered, so rapidly that he felt dizzy with how fast his mind was whirring. What happens when you die? God he was so, so, so, fucking terrified. All his senses gave out, last thing he felt was Louis' hand in his and then, everything went black.

11) Flash Back To Me | Explicit | 73,068 words | Prequel

Louis narrows his eyes, wanting more than anything to tell Liam to go fuck himself, but he can’t be sure, is the thing. As much as he knows for a fact that he would never date someone like Harry Styles, he has months missing from his memory. And it’s scary to think that, in that time, everything he’s come to know about himself could have changed so drastically.

12) Consequences | Explicit | 78,556 words

Two years ago Harry let his powerful family come between him and the love of his life, something he deeply regrets. Louis has tried to move on from their devastating break up. Sometimes, he even thinks he has. It only takes one moment to freeze them back in time.

13) Invisible String | Explicit | 84,726 words

Louis swears on his life that that man came out of literal nowhere and he thanks each lucky star for having good breaks in his car. This strange alpha also happens to be the most beautiful being Louis has laid his eyes on. For some unknown reason, the omega feels safe around the alpha. It might seem strange, but you can't always explain why or how things are the way they are. All you can really be sure of is that they happen for a reason. There's a higher power (call it what you want) that knows better and definitely knows more than you do.

14) The Dead Of July | Explicit | 117,446 words

Harry is Captain America, and Louis’ been dead for 70 years.

Check out our other fic rec lists by category here and by title here.

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pitinthelanepages · 1 year

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against the odds

summary: after a tragic accident, ollie struggles to regain his confidence and ability to run. with the help of you, he sets out on a grueling journey of physical and emotional recovery.

pairing: ollie bearman x reader

word count: 4.2k

genre: warning! graphic description of injury, angst but good ending!

a/n: please note that the following content is entirely fictional and should be viewed as just another story for your entertainment. it is not intended to romanticize any situations or actions portrayed within. however, it is written with the understanding of the risks that drivers take in the pursuit of racing. please read with caution and do not attempt to replicate any dangerous behaviours depicted.

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As a doctor at the track's medical centre, you had seen injuries and accidents, but nothing could have prepared you for the sight that greeted you when Ollie Bearman was rushed in after a serious crash.

Ollie is a talented Formula 2 driver, with a promising career ahead of him. He had always been passionate about racing, ever since he was a young boy tinkering with go-karts in his backyard. He was always pushing himself to be better and was never afraid to take risks on the track.

However, this Ollie was barely conscious, face swollen and bruised, with cuts on his forehead and a split lip. His arms were badly bruised and one of them appeared to be broken. His chest and ribs were also bruised and tender to the touch, making it difficult for him to breathe properly. Your stomach plummeted with dread as you took in the extent of his injuries. You knew that you and your colleagues would have to work quickly if you were going to save his life.

After arriving at the hospital, Ollie was immediately taken into the operating room. As the doctor, you scrubbed in and joined the surgical team, ready to do whatever was necessary to save his life.

The operating room was a flurry of activity as the doctors and nurses worked to stabilise Ollie. The beeping of the monitors and the sound of medical equipment filled the air as the team worked to repair the damage.

You focused on Ollie's injuries, assessing the damage and deciding on the best course of action. His injuries were extensive, and the surgery was long and complicated. The team worked together seamlessly, each person playing their part to save Ollie's life.

Your mind raced as you worked, your training and expertise kicking in. You couldn't afford to let your emotions get in the way, but you couldn't help feeling a deep sense of concern for Ollie. He was so young, and had so much potential ahead of him.

After several hours, the surgery was complete. The team emerged from the operating room, exhausted but relieved. The surgery went successfully.

You knew that his recovery would be a long and difficult road, but you were determined to be there for him every step of the way. You would do whatever it took to help him get back to racing again, and to make sure that he never had to experience a crash like this again.

You stayed with Ollie for the rest of the night, monitoring his condition and administering medications as needed. As you watched him sleep, you couldn't help but feel a sense of hope. Ollie was a fighter, and you knew that he would make it through this.

DAY 2

The next day, you were still reeling from the previous night's events, and made your way to Ollie's hospital room. You held a bouquet of blue hydrangeas, a flower that symbolises perseverance and renewal, and hoped it would bring some comfort to the unconscious driver.

As you entered the room, you were relieved to see that Ollie was still breathing steadily, hooked up to various monitors and machines. You checked his vital signs and began to assess his injuries, carefully examining his broken arm and fractured ribs.

"Hey there, Ollie," you spoke softly, knowing he most probably wouldn't be able to hear you. "You had us all pretty worried yesterday, but you're in good hands now. We're going to make sure you recover fully."

You adjusted the IV drip and jotted down some notes on Ollie's chart, your eyes flickering to the bouquet in your hand. You decided it was time to introduce some positivity into the room and placed the flowers on the bedside table.

"These are for you," you said, smiling gently. "Hydrangeas. They symbolise perseverance and renewal. I thought they might bring some positivity to the room."

You stood there for a moment, just watching him, wondering what was going on in his mind. It was a strange but powerful feeling to care so deeply about someone you had only just met, but there was something about Ollie that pulled you in. A driver so young, he had his whole life ahead, his ultimate goal yet to be reached.

"I hope you wake up soon," you said softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from his forehead. "There are a lot of people who care about you, Ollie. You're not alone in this."

With a final glance at the unconscious driver, you made your way out of the hospital room, hoping that Ollie would feel your positive energy and that he would wake up soon.

DAY 3

You walked into Ollie's hospital room, carrying a fresh bouquet of white lilies. It was the third day since the accident, and Ollie was still unconscious, but you were determined to keep talking to him, hoping that somehow he would hear your voice.

"Good morning, Ollie," you whispered, placing the flowers on the bedside table. "I hope you're feeling a little bit better today."

You began to assess his vital signs, checking his heart rate and blood pressure. As you worked, you spoke to him, telling him about the progress he was making, the tests you were running, and the plans you had for his recovery.

"I brought you these lilies," you said, gesturing to the flowers. "This time, it symbolises purity, quite fitting for your recovery, isn’t it?"

You paused for a moment, studying Ollie's face. He looked peaceful, but you knew that his injuries were severe, and his road to recovery wouldn’t be easy.

"But don't worry, Ollie," you said, reaching out to touch his hand. "You're a fighter, and I am here with you. I know it would probably sound unsettling to you that a stranger is speaking like this to you even though you probably can't hear me, I feel like I need to talk to you…" your face contorts into a sheepish smile, “I am waiting for you to wake up so I can assure you that I am no creep.”

As you finished checking up on him for the day, you sat down next to Ollie's bed, taking his hand in yours. “Let me tell you a bit about myself today. I don’t think it’s fair to completely leave you in the dark. I am YN, your head doctor.”

Your eyes trailed from his hand in your palms to his face, looking ever so calm, “Did you know that I have initially wanted to be a racing driver just like you? You wouldn’t believe it when I tell you about how I won a karting championship when I was 10-” you continued talking about your experiences on the track.

After a few minutes, you stood up, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "I'll be back tomorrow, Ollie," you said. "Rest up, and keep fighting."

DAY 4

The fourth day since Ollie's crash, you entered his hospital room, holding a fresh bouquet of flowers in one hand and a clipboard in the other. You checked the usual, there wasn’t much improvement. Ollie remained unconscious, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of worry.

"It’s me again, Ollie," you sighed, taking a seat by his bedside. "Sorry, I didn't mean to sound tired. Today I brought you Angel's Trumpets. They're supposed to represent healing and transformation."

You placed the flowers by the window, adjusting their position so that they caught the light just right. Then you turned your attention back to Ollie and readjusted his pillows, making sure his head was properly supported.

"You know, I've been thinking a lot about why I became a doctor," you began, more to yourself than to Ollie. "It's not just about fixing broken bones or treating illnesses. It's about making a connection with people, helping them through difficult times. And that's what I'm here to do for you, Ollie. To help you get through this and come out stronger on the other side."

You turned to look at the flowers resting by the window, a pool of sadness gnawing on your chest as you continued. “Did I tell you why I brought these flowers, yet? I mean, sure I did tell you they hold special meaning but looking at these flowers, I couldn't help but think that they hold some sort of magic. I feel like it’s not just me, the team, your friends, fans and family who are rooting for you but also these flowers that look after you, you know?" a sad smile takes over your features.

“Wait, I sound crazy, don’t I?” you said, before getting reminded of the fact that you had yet to have lunch. “Would you mind if I have my lunch today here, Ollie?”

Without waiting for a response, you took out your lunchbox and set it on the bedside table. “For today, I’m having oven heated pasta.” You began to eat, occasionally glancing at Ollie's still form. “Mhm, it smells weird but you know what? I don’t care. I have been having a hard time cooking these days so I am having these store bought ones. I don’t know what happened to my patience. I cannot handle having to stand in front of the stove for over 20 minutes but I can certainly stand in an operating room, doing surgery for god knows how many hours one takes depending on the injury.”

As you sat there, finishing up your lunch and talking to Ollie, you noticed that the sky outside had started to darken. A few drops of rain splattered against the window, and before you knew it, a downpour had started.

The sound of the rain hitting the window was soothing, and you found yourself getting lost in thought. You wondered if Ollie could hear the rain, if it would have any effect on his state of mind.

The rain continued to pour down, and you watched as the drops ran down the window in rivulets. You felt a sense of calm settle over you, as if the rain had washed away all of your worries and fears.

As the rain gradually started to subside, you turned your attention back to Ollie. "It's raining outside, Ollie," you said softly. "It's one of those rainstorms that makes everything feel fresh and new. There are many people who don’t like rain but me? I personally love it when it rains. It’s so beautiful outside right now. I wish you could witness it."

You picked up one of the flowers that was resting by the window before slightly opening it and held it up outside, letting the raindrops fall onto the petals. "See how the rain is nourishing this flower, making it stronger and more resilient? That's what I want for you, Ollie. I want you to be strong and resilient, to come back to us even stronger than before."

The rain continued to fall outside, but you felt a sense of hope growing inside you. You knew that Ollie had a long road ahead of him, but you were determined to help him through it, no matter what it took.

With that, you rose from your seat and made your way to the door. You turned back for one last look at Ollie, sending a silent prayer his way before stepping out into the hallway.

DAY 5

Ollie's eyes flickered open, the sterile white of the hospital room blinding him momentarily. The last thing he remembered was the screeching of tires and the sickening crunch of metal as his car collided with another on the track. He tried to move, but his body felt heavy and unresponsive. Panic rose in his chest as he realised that something was very wrong.

But then he heard a voice, soft and comforting, that seemed to be coming from beside him. He turned his head as much as he could, and saw a girl, a bit older than him, clad in a white coat standing there, looking at him with widened eyes.

“Oh my god!” You gasped, hands over your mouth before forcing yourself to close it. “I- I am so sorry. This is so unprofessional of me… b-but… you’re awake?”

Ollie blinked, trying to focus on your words. He didn't remember you, but something about your voice was familiar. Then it clicked - he had been hearing your voice in his dreams. You had been talking to him all this time, even though he couldn't respond.

He tried to speak, but his throat was dry and scratchy. You noticed and poured a glass of water, holding it to his lips so he could take a few sips.

"Thank you," he managed to whisper, his voice weak.

“No problem! I’m your doctor, YN," you said reassuringly. "I've been monitoring your progress since you were brought in after the crash. You had a severe concussion and multiple fractures. You've been in a coma for the past few days."

As you spoke, Ollie felt a wave of relief wash over him. He had been terrified that he might never wake up again, but now that he was conscious, he felt hopeful that he might make a full recovery.

He looked at you again, taking in the kindness in your eyes, and felt a rush of gratitude towards you. You had been taking care of him even though he was unconscious, and he couldn't thank you enough for it.

"Thank you," he repeated, his voice still hoarse.

"You don't need to thank me," you replied with a small smile. "It's my job. But I'm glad to see you're doing better."

You walked into Ollie's hospital room, finding him sitting up in bed and looking a bit down. "Hey there," you greeted him with a warm smile. "How are you feeling today?"

Ollie shrugged. "Better, I guess. Just a bit frustrated that I can't be out on the track right now."

"I can imagine," you said sympathetically. "Motorsports must be a big part of your life, huh?"

"Yeah, it's everything to me," Ollie replied, his eyes lighting up. "The speed, the adrenaline, the competition...there's nothing like it."

You nodded, leaning against the wall next to his bed. "I can see why it's such a passion for you. It takes a lot of dedication and skill to race at the level you do."

Ollie smiled. "Thanks. It's definitely not easy, but I wouldn't have it any other way."

"I used to race go-karts when I was a kid," you admitted, recalling your own memories of the track. "It's not quite the same as what you do, but I understand the excitement and the rush you get from it."

"Really?" Ollie asked, genuinely interested. "That's so cool. What was it like?"

"It was intense," you said with a laugh. "But also a lot of fun. It's been years since I've been behind the wheel of a go-kart, though. I'm a bit out of practice."

"I'm sure you still have it in you," Ollie said, grinning. "Maybe we can go to a go-kart track together when I'm all healed up."

You chuckled. "I think I'd like that. It'd be nice to get back on the track again, even if it's just for fun."

As you both continued to chat about your love of motorsports, you couldn't help but feel a connection growing between you two. Ollie's passion for racing was infectious, and you found yourself admiring his determination and drive. In turn, Ollie appreciated your genuine interest in his sport and your willingness to share your own experiences with him.

By the end of the conversation, both of you felt a little more uplifted and connected than before. As you left the room, Ollie couldn't help but feel grateful for your presence and the unexpected bond he had formed with you.

Ollie was relieved to finally hear the news that he had been waiting for. He had been in the hospital for what felt like an eternity, and he was eager to get back on the track. The doctor had just cleared him to leave, but with one condition - he needed to undergo rehabilitation before he could race again.

The thought of rehabilitation had never been a pleasant one for Ollie. He had always been someone who wanted to push through the pain and get back to racing as soon as possible. But he knew that this time, he had to follow the orders.

As he was packing his bags to leave the hospital, he heard a knock on the door. It was you, the doctor who had been in charge of his care since he had been admitted. "Hey, Ollie," you said with a smile. "I heard you're being discharged today. I wanted to come say goodbye."

Ollie was surprised by your visit, but grateful for it. "Thanks, doc," he said. "I really appreciate all that you've done for me."

You smiled. "Of course, Ollie. It's my job. But before you leave, I wanted to talk to you about your rehabilitation."

Ollie sighed. "Yeah, I know. I'm not looking forward to it."

"I know it's not easy," you said. "But it's important if you want to get back to racing at your full potential. I can help you with exercises and physical therapy sessions if you'd like. And if you need someone to talk to during the process, I'm here for you."

Ollie was taken aback by your offer. He had never met a doctor who was so invested in his well-being outside of the hospital. "Thank you, doc," he said. "That means a lot to me. I'll take you up on your offer."

Ollie had been feeling increasingly frustrated with his slow progress in his recovery. Despite being cleared to leave the hospital, he still had a long road ahead of him with rehabilitation. The first few days after his release were particularly difficult, as he struggled with the limitations of his body and the pain that came with trying to regain strength.

But you were true to your words as you had been a constant presence throughout his recovery journey. You visited him daily and worked with him on his exercises, patiently encouraging him and pushing him to do just a little bit more each day.

Today, you were working on his leg strength. Ollie lay on his back on the mat, his legs propped up on an exercise ball as you stood beside him, holding his ankles steady.

"Okay, Ollie, we're going to start with some leg raises," you said, your voice calm and measured. "Just lift your left leg up towards the ceiling, and then slowly lower it back down. We'll do ten reps on each side."

Ollie gritted his teeth as he lifted his left leg, his muscles protesting at the effort. But he focused on the task at hand, determined to push himself as hard as he could. With each rep, the burn in his muscles grew stronger, but he could feel the satisfaction of his progress as well.

As you gave him instructions for the next exercise, Ollie found himself distracted by your presence. He couldn't help but stare at you, taking in the way your hair fell over your face as you leaned over him.

"Is everything okay, Ollie?" you asked, noticing his gaze.

"Oh, sorry," Ollie said, chuckling. "I was just lost in thought. I didn't mean to stare."

You smiled at him, shaking your head. "It's okay, Ollie. Just let me know if there's anything on my face or anything like that."

Ollie nodded, his gaze meeting yours again. "You know, I've been thinking. I know you're a big motorsport fan, and I've been wanting to ask you something."

"What is it?" you asked, curious.

"Well, once I'm fully recovered, would you want to come to a race with me? I think it would be great to experience it with someone who shares the same passion as I do," Ollie said, excitement evident in his voice.

You sent him a teasing glance. "First, you said you'd take me go-karting, and now you're saying you'll take me to a race? You do know I'm a doctor, right?" But you couldn't help but grin at his enthusiasm. "I'd love that too, Ollie."

The day of Ollie's last physical therapy session had finally arrived. As you both walked towards the therapy room, you couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. On one hand, you were proud of the progress Ollie had made and excited for him to finally be able to race again. On the other hand, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness knowing that this would be your last session together.

As you entered the therapy room, Ollie's eyes were shining with determination. You could tell he was ready to give it his all, one last time. "Let's do this," he said, his voice full of confidence.

For the next hour, you led Ollie through the exercises that had become second nature to him over the past few weeks. But this time, there was a sense of urgency in his movements, a drive to make every rep count. You could see the sweat pouring down his face, and the strain in his muscles as he pushed himself to his limit.

As the session came to an end, Ollie collapsed onto the mat, breathing heavily but with a huge smile on his face. "I did it," he said, his voice full of triumph.

"You sure did," you replied, feeling a lump form in your throat. "I'm so proud of you, Ollie. You've come so far."

Ollie looked up at you, his eyes bright. "I couldn't have done it without you," he said, his voice full of gratitude. "You believed in me, even when I didn't believe in myself."

You felt your heart swell with emotion as Ollie continued to speak. "You gave me the strength to keep going, even when things were tough. I don't think I could have made it here without you."

You tried to hold back tears as you looked at Ollie, knowing that this would be your last session together. "You're the one who did the hard work, Ollie. I just helped guide you along the way."

But Ollie shook his head, his expression serious. "No, I mean it. You've been my rock through all of this. And I want you to be there with me when I finally get to race again. You're not just my doctor, you're my friend."

You couldn't help but feel a lump form in your throat as you looked at Ollie, realising how much he had come to mean to you over the past few weeks. "I'd love to be there with you," you said, your voice full of emotion.

As you both left the therapy room, you knew that Ollie was ready to tackle anything that came his way. And you knew that you would always be there, cheering him on, no matter what.

After months of hard work and dedication, Ollie was finally cleared by the doctors to race again. He couldn't believe it - he had been waiting for this moment for what felt like an eternity. As he strapped himself into his car, he couldn't help but feel a sense of nervous excitement wash over him. This was it - the moment he had been waiting for.

As the race began, Ollie's heart pounded in his chest. He had trained for months, but this was different. This was the real deal, and he was determined to give it his all. He took turns with expert precision, pushing his car to its limits. The wind rushed past him as he sped down the straightaways, and he could feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins. This was where he belonged - on the racetrack, pushing himself to the limit.

As the race progressed, you cheered Ollie on from the sidelines. You had watched him train and work hard for months, and you were proud to see him back on the track. As he rounded each corner, your heart raced with anticipation. You could see the determination in Ollie's eyes, and you knew he was giving it his all.

"Come on, Ollie!" you yelled, pumping your fist in the air. "You've got this!"

The crowd around you erupted into cheers as Ollie crossed the finish line, his car roaring triumphantly. You could see the look of pure joy on his face, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. You had been there for him every step of the way, and seeing him achieve his dreams was an incredible feeling.

As Ollie pulled his car into the pits, he looked up to see you waiting for him. He climbed out of his car, grinning from ear to ear.

"Did you see that?" he asked, his voice filled with excitement.

You nodded, a huge smile on your face. "You were amazing, Ollie. I'm so proud of you."

Ollie pulled you into a tight hug, laughing with joy. "I couldn't have done it without you," he said, his voice filled with gratitude.

You hugged him back, feeling a sense of warmth spread through your chest. This was what it was all about - supporting the people you care about and celebrating their successes. You knew that this was only the beginning for Ollie, and you couldn't wait to see where his racing career would take him next.

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Parenting Miracle

Pairing: Wanda x Fem!Reader

Warning: tooth rotting, fluff, mention of death, little bit of angst, happy ending.

Summary: Ending up widowed with a kid was never in your cards. Will moving away solve your issues?

Word count: 6.7k

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This is definitely not how you imagined your life to end up like. Being a parent was never in your cards..- Let me rephrase. Being an alone parent was never in your cards.

After your wives passing, you were devastated. Understandably so, you lost your wife in a tragic accident and you were left with your daughter to raise.

It was a horrible timing but for the better of your daughter you had to be strong. So, the past 7 years, as she grew up you knew you needed a fresh start.

Somewhere that doesn't remind you of your late wife. You knew you had to break the news to your daughter and the surrounding family.

But at the same time, you knew they would understand. Somehow, even your sister decided to move away with you, to help you settle and have your daughter be comfortable with someone she knew around.

You agreed and just like that, you moved. Obviously it took a little longer than just like that. But you managed and felt very proud of yourself for being able to do all of this.

You were glad that your sister went with you. She was with Talia whilst you worked very hard. It was slightly exhausting but with almost a year behind you.

You managed to secure yourself a place in the company, getting paid well enough with your experience that you did hybrid work. Sometimes being at the company, sometimes at home.

But it was mostly at home since you had to take care of your daughter. Even though you lived here almost a full year, you never took notice of the neighbours.

Until your sister stopped taking Talia to school, and it was now your responsibility. You never even knew Talia even made friends that lived close by.

It was until you were busy in your office when you heard quiet chatting. You were confused so naturally you went to check it out.

You found your daughter on a stool, talking over the balcony to two boys. You raised your brows at her and cleared your throat. Causing the younger girl to look over at you.

"Hello mommy." She spoke as she smiled at the sight of you.

You walked up to her as you placed your hand on her back and kissed the top of her head. "Who are you talking to?"

Her attention turned to the two boys that were smiling wide at you from the other side of the gap that separated your balcony from theirs. "That's Tommy and Billy. They are both from my class."

You hummed, as they muttered a hello to you. "Well, nice to meet you boys, but unfortunately I will have to take Talia away, she has some homework to do."

They whined in disappointment but that's how life was. Just as you were about to let Talia get off the stool. Tommy's light bulb lit up as he quickly blurted out. "Can we go outside to the park tomorrow, so she is done with homework and rested?"

You could see how her eyes lit up at the idea. She looked up at you with so much hope that you would agree. You couldn't disagree, even if you had a meeting tomorrow, you could just not attend it.

So you agreed. Though you never met Tommy's or Billy's parents, you hoped they were just as mannered as the boys. "Alright then, we will be at the park across the street after lunch."

They all cheered, and that brought pure joy to your heart. You managed to pull Talia away from the cheers and made her focus on her homework.

It wasn't anything hard, just some easy math that the teacher set. You wanted that done for her so she was ready and rested for the next day.

And that's what was happening, she was too excited that almost every time she asked if it was the time to go. All morning and all through lunch.

Almost nearly rushed out the door before getting fully clothed for the weather. But you couldn't do anything about it, you loved seeing her excitement.

As you settled down on the bench near by, watching as your daughter rushed towards the slides, as you both awaited the arrival of the boys and their parents.

You took your phone out as you quickly typed out an email and sent it. Before you knew it, there were cheers and screams that pulled your attention towards the boys reuniting with Talia.

You smiled at the sight, but that short lived when a voice made its way to your ears. "Aren't they just cute?"

You looked over, seeing the most beautiful woman that could've sat next to you. She looked at you at no response, smiling ever so gently towards you.

Her hand reached out as she spoke up again. "Sorry, I didn't introduce myself. I'm Wanda. Wanda Maximoff, Tommy's and Billy's mom."

You almost forgot how to speak, but you managed to pull yourself together. "Y/n Y/l/n. Talia's mom."

"Right.. So the other woman is..?" She asked as she slightly narrowed her eyes in curiosity.

You chuckled softly as you knew she meant your sister. "If you mean the redhead, she's my sister. She has been taking care of Talia until recently."

Wanda hummed in acknowledgement. "Well, I'm glad to finally meet you Mrs L/n"

You shook your head. "Please, call me Y/n. I'm not married." Yeah it because you were widowed.

"Well in that case, call me Wanda." She was polite just like you hoped the boys parents would be.

Her eyes dropped to your hand that had a ring but decided against asking. She only just met you, yet the feeling of wanting to know everything about you lingered.

Before you could say anything, Talia rushed over with the boys. "Mommy! Mommy!"

You looked over to check for any injuries. "Yes, darling?"

"There is an ice cream truck. Can we get ice cream?" She begged with those little puppy eyes.

"Isn't it a little cold for ice cream?" You asked but you knew her response.

"Well, we can take them to Tommy's and Billy's house." She came right out with it, putting you in this position of not really know how to get out of it.

"I don't think we should barge into Wanda's house like that." You spoke softly to your daughter, dusting off some leaves that got stuck to her coat.

She pouted a little bit and so did the boys. Wanda jumped into rescue. "How about after school on Monday, we can have ice cream and we watch a movie?"

They beamed at Wanda's words, almost ecstatic at the idea. You smiled at Talia. Her little cute jumps at the thought of spending more time with the boys.

She turned to you as she hugged you. "You are the best mommy in the entire world."

Now you couldn't say no to her, besides this could be a good opportunity to get to know Wanda better. They all ran off to continue their little play date.

"So? are you going to come?" She asked, just to confirm that you were definitely coming.

"Yeah, I don't think I got much to do at the office anyway, so I am free." Your eyes met hers, there was a slight beam of joy at your words.

"Perfect, I will have everything prepared then." She said with a much more happier tone.

You looked at the time on your watch, seeing a message that popped up. You frowned slightly as you took your phone out. "Ah shit.."

You looked up at her, before standing up. Shoving the phone in your pocket. "Look, I hate to cut things short. But my sister doesn't have any transport back home, so I have to go get her."

Wanda smiled in understandment. "I get it, my brother does the same almost all the time."

The slight worry disappeared at her words. She wasn't mad, she was understanding you. She wasn't going to scold you for having to ran away, she was happy to even have met you.

"Thank you." You breathed out before turning and calling Talia over with the boys chasing after her.

"Look kid, we have to go, but we are going to Miss Wanda's house on Monday so you can play with the boys then." You explained, and even though she was a little sad.

Her little hand slipped into yours before she spoke up. "Thank you Miss Wanda for letting Billy and Tommy to play with me."

You watched Wanda's reaction and it almost made your heart beat out of your chest at it. She smiled widely at Talia. "That's alright, I'm glad Tommy and Billy have you as their friend. They only speak about you all the time."

You didn't even know she had such an impact on the boys lives. It was a moment like this that made you feel glad that you moved. Wanda looked up at you with a warm smile.

"Okay, we have to go before your aunt blows up my phone." You had to cut it short even if you didn't want to.

But before yous walked off, Billy and Tommy hugged Talia and muttered a see you soon. Letting her hand reunite with yours as you both made your way back to your car.

After finally finding your sister and coming back home a little while later. Getting to put Talia to sleep and having a breather with your sister.

She was sitting on the counter as she observed you. "So Talia told me about her little play date at the park today."

You hummed as you kept scrolling down your phone, hearing what she was saying yet not paying much attention. Before your sister made another comment.

"Meaning you had the chance to meet Wanda.." She stopped right at the end when your eyes met hers, in a curious look.

"Yeah, so what about it?" You asked, as you grabbed your cup of coffee that you have been sipping on for the past half an hour.

"Well?" She stopped as if you could read her mind on what she wanted you to say. She huffed. "Come on, you can’t tell me that this woman doesn’t have the looks of a goddess."

You rolled your eyes at her words and looked back at your phone again. This wasn’t the conversation you wanted to have.

"You would be crazy to not admit it Y/n." She spoke up again to get your attention.

"Yeah I can admit she’s pretty but you already know my opinion on this subject" You mumbled it out as you kept scrolling, not even paying attention to what you are suppose to be reading.

"Your opinion sucks, you have a chance to find yourself a new partner and you’re stuck with your way." She spoke up but before she could think twice on what she said.

Your eyes shot up at her. "What do you mean I’m stuck in my ways? Valkyrie is dead, Natasha. My wife is dead and I am simply still processing how to live without her."

She sighed at your words. "That’s not what I meant Y/n, I’m just worried about you. It’s been almost a decade…"

"Just leave me be Nat.." You said it without much effort to even wanting to start this discussion. You been avoiding talking about her death as much as you can.

"I'm sorry Y/n but you know it's something Val would've wanted. For you to move on with someone who can make you happier in those dark times." She spoke up before you could move a muscle to run away from this conversation.

"What about what I want? Do you think I wanted to raise a child on my own?" You asked, it was hard to deal with a lot of things. Realising how alone you are with everything was a big deal.

Natasha sighed as she hopped off and walked over to you. Hugging you because she knew how much you hated people looking at you when you were about to cry.

"You're not on your own. You have me. You have Yelena. Mom. You know they would jump at the opportunity to help you." She spoke softly as her hand softly rubbed your back.

You were grateful for all of this. Their constant support, the fact that Natasha was here with you. She contributed to rent and bills however she could.

You pulled away from her, sending a smile and a kiss on the cheek. Before deciding to go into your room. You were tired with everything and if you were honest you had a long week ahead of you.

As Monday rolled around, after school rolled in. Talia was excited for everything that was planned for her and the boys. As you walked over to Wanda's door, your phone rang.

Talia was already banging on the door whilst you answered the phone. Seeing how Wanda peaked out to see you on the phone, before letting your daughter in to see the boys.

You hanged up and with a sad smile, Wanda already knew. "Go, I will take care of her."

You wasn't sure how, but you thanked her before rushing over to the office. Some deadline was needed to be met today otherwise everything that was worked for was going to be trashed.

After long hours you finally managed to get home. You realised that you had Talia to pick up. So, you strolled out of your apartment as you quietly knocked on the smaller redheads door.

She opened the door with a robe around her body. Covering what you guessed was her nightgown. You kept your eyes on her face as a way to show your respect for her.

"Talia is asleep on the couch." She indicated as she let you in, watching as you looked for her little head.

"God, I am so sorry. I didn't mean to drop her on you. It was very last minute needed meeting." You apologised, being extremely tired.

She smiled at your words as she waved it off, and lead you towards her kitchen that was just in the corner. "Don't apologise. The kids had so much fun that it was literally no big deal."

You leaned on the counter with your hip as you watched her. "I own you one. Now I need to get her back into her bed before she wakes up."

She knew if she let you go now, it will be a while til she sees you again. "How about I make you a tea before you go?"

You agreed and the next half an hour, you both spent on finding out things about each other, whilst also exchanging numbers.

"I should head back." You looked down at your cup, that was empty now.

She hummed to acknowledge your words. "Wait, so what company do you work in?"

"Oh you know the main one in the city, the only one with the biggest logo across the building." You answered her back.

"Oh. Why didn't you say? I am the daughter of the owner." She told you, a little shocked at your words.

You raised your brows at her. "What? Really?"

She smirked slightly. "No, but I like that you believed me."

You rolled your eyes playfully, before placing the cup down the sink and making your way to Talia. She was sound asleep, hugging the pillow her head was almost falling from.

You lifted her up and held her close to you as she cuddled into you and slept like nothing. You walked over to the door that Wanda already had a little bit cracked opened.

"I will see you around." You whispered before leaving and making your way to your place. Placing her down in her bed before finally hitting your own pillow and passing out like a baby.

As months flew by, you had gotten closer to Wanda. She was really amazing. Always there whenever you had an issue. Last minute calls and she was always ready to help you out.

That's what you liked about her. There was a load of gratefulness when it came to her. No matter what, you owned her a lot.

Which is the reason why you decided to invite her to a little gathering your friends held. It just felt right to have Wanda come with you as your plus one.

Your sister encouraged you to ask her out and that's what you did. You asked and she agreed to accompany you to this gathering.

It was out of town but Wanda didn't mind. You both had a room secured in the guest room down the basement. There wasn't enough rooms for yous to have separate beds so yous had to make do.

Natasha was taking care of the boys whilst yous were drinking away any worries that were settling in your minds. Your friends were thrilled to see you with a new woman.

An arm candy as they called her. They complimented her left and right, showed respect and appreciation for being by you. Yet she was a little confused to what she was 'by you' for.

You never mentioned your late wife. There was just never the right time, but for your luck no one mentioned anything. You were drunk and so was Wanda.

She was laughing and if you weren't this drunk, you would notice how touchy she was with you. Every laugh that came out of her mouth, her hand would land on your arm.

Even your own hands had their own minds. Somehow finding their way to her lower back. Letting her know you were there. And your friends saw all of it.

Because out of everyone, you and her were the most shitfaced. They were so going to tease you about it later. As the party died down, you decided to go back into you room with Wanda.

Stealing a bottle of wine on the way there, the snickering from both of yous as you both tiptoed to the room down the hall. You opened the bottle and took a sip.

Passing it to Wanda before watching as she took a lot of sips. Letting out a laugh before closing the door. "Save me some."

She pulled her mouth away from the bottle, and it was in that moment where it clicked. Watching as a string of saliva stretched from between the tip of the bottle and her lips.

They looked so kissable. So, the only reasonable idea in this drunk state of mind was to kiss her. So you did. You grabbed her by her hips and pulled her in.

Drunk with Wanda. Your neighbour that was in your arms right now, dropped the bottle of wine onto the floor. The luck yous had was unimaginable. The bottle was a little bit more than half empty as you both hurried to take each other clothes off.

You never acted like this, ever. You were thrilled from knowing how to keep everything under control but this was way past your control. Way past your limit and in this very moment you loved it.

You loved the sounds that were coming out of Wanda’s mouth. The way her eyes sparked and her neediness was evidently marked on you.

You wasn’t sure if you would remember this but you hoped you would. Her skin was soft under your hand as you caressed her curves.

A soft moan left your mouth when her teeth buried themselves inside the side of your neck. Leaving a clear mark as day that she was branding you.

Two drunk adults making a choice that was going to affect yous in some sense. That's what you felt when you woke up in the morning.

Wanda's naked body pressed against you. Her face laying in the crook of your neck whilst she slept peacefully, and for your luck, you remembered every thing you said and did that lead to this.

But you couldn't help but feel safe. The way her soft hands laid on your body keeping you warm in the embrace. You wasn't sure what that meant for the both of you.

Whether this was just sex or this meant a serious commitment on your part. You just woke up after having drunk sex with your neighbour.

The voices outside your room woke Wanda up. But she didn't move, she stayed perfectly still, trying to process if this was real. "I know what you are thinking.."

That caused her to look up, not expecting you to be awake. "How did this happen?"

Her tone was wary of her words, zero movement in her body as she tried to piece last nights event. There was a slight pain appear in your eyes at her question.

"Party finished and we had that extra wine." You recalled the summed up version of last night.

She closed her eyes for a brief moment, not wanting to accept that this is how it has happened. It was like in an instant she remembered how your fingers felt inside her.

She blushed a deep red, causing you to blush as well knowing exactly what she was realising. She looked at you with a shy smile but it was quickly replaced with slight fear when one of your friends knocked and asked to come in.

Both of yous, butt naked holding each other as if yous had done it before. The rush to find clothes was a challenge. Almost tripping over the wine bottle as you chucked your t-shirt on with some shorts.

Opening the door only a little bit and telling them that you would be up in the kitchen soon. Giving yourself and Wanda time to properly get yourself ready and look a little less like mess.

You thought you were able to cover the tracks of any sex but your sister was quick to notice. She opened the door to you and Wanda. Her eyes narrowed at your expression.

You had a shy smile... Suspicious to Natasha. Your hand placement was on her waist... Suspicious to Natasha. But what tied it all together was the hug. The hug and the way Wanda had eyed you with hungry eyes as if she wanted more.

As soon as you pulled away from the hug, Natasha blurted out. "Oh my god? Yous had sex!"

The shock on your faces was priceless, making Wanda look away with more redder cheeks. Before you could say anything to defend yourself.

Billy, Tommy and Talia rushed in. All running to their parents, Talia being happy to see you. You kneeled down to her, placing a soft kiss on her cheek as a way to greet her.

Wanda did the same with her boys, she stood up with a smile at how good of a mother you were to Talia. "Well, I should go. I have to get these kids ready for school tomorrow."

They pouted but they actually liked that place. Talia was there and they got to learn new things. You stood up and opened the door to let them out.

You totally forgot about Natasha observing yous. Wanda's eyes stared back into yours when she turned around. You went for the hug, because for a strange reason you missed her.

You missed having her against you, and that felt so strange to you. "I'll see you around?"

She whispered into your ear the question, sending a certain shiver down your spine. "Definitely.." That's all you managed to get out before you would have to kiss her.

Finally she unglued herself from you. Natasha could tell that Wanda's feelings for you were clear as day. She knew because the way those eyes only had that shine for you.

She cleared her throat, pulling both of your attention. Seeing how Talia and Natasha both had their arms crossed with small smiles. "Right."

You looked back as you shook your head, causing the redhead to let out a soft chuckle. She smiled before turning away and leaving with the boys.

You closed the door and was met with Natasha's smirk. You sighed as you walked over to her. "Do not speak."

She put her hands up in the air but you knew this wouldn't be the end of it. As you caught up with Talia throughout the day and put her to bed.

The second you sat down, Natasha joined you as she waited but seeing how you wasn't speaking, she did it for you. "Okay, what happened?"

You raised your brow at her. "What do you mean?"

She rolled her eyes. "Y/n, I'm not sure when we have gotten so distant but I just want you to rant your feelings out. Tell me what you are feeling and I might be able to help."

You sighed as you leaned on your hand, looking at Natasha. Debating on telling her what's going on in your head right now. "We were drunk."

You saw that she wasn't going to judge you. "I had too much and I went way over my limit. As soon as we gotten to the room. We both just lost it and it happened."

"How does it make you feel?" She asked, her tone was slightly worried. It's not like you never hooked up with women before. But she knew you never had any feelings for them.

You covered your face with your hands. "I don't really know... This one just feels different. It is different because I can't forget it."

You looked at Natasha, your brows narrowed in a worried expression. "I am scared. What if it will feel like I am replacing her? It would ruin everything and Wanda is amazing.. I don't want to hurt her."

Natasha could see how genuine you were. "Look, I can't tell you how to think or to feel but follow your heart. If you feel like giving this a chance then do it. I know what happened with Val was horrible but you can't just cross every potential relationship and tag it with disaster."

You knew she was right, her hand slipped into yours, giving it a tight squeeze. "You won't know what this has in store for you until you have tried it. So, let me take Talia away for the break to mom, and you can sort yourself out with the redhead."

You moved, pulling your sister into a tight embrace. You were always afraid of opening up, because the reaction of that person was more terrifying than actually speaking.

"Okay." You agreed and felt how Natasha's hand was rubbing your back. You relaxed into the hug as you smiled to yourself slightly.

"You don't have to make a decision now. Get to know her more, spend time with her and see if she is actually someone, who could mean the world to you." Natasha advised and you knew she was right.

She was there throughout the whole grieving stages. Anger denial sadness. She was there. Holding your hand and making sure you didn't do anything stupid.

Just like that night. Weeks went by and that was weeks until the break. You were busy ever since you came back and had minimal contact with Wanda.

You denied it whenever you were asked but you were avoiding her at first. Work was demanding as it was closer to the kids break. They wanted everything done, especially since you took those days off that Talia was going to be away.

What made it all real to you, was that Talia noticed Wanda's absence. She noticed that you were sadder. Once playing and having you sit by her watching her.

A question lingered around her head, she turned to you and slightly smiled. Doll in her hand as she faced her body towards you. "Mom.."

You hummed to acknowledge her, she sighed as she looked down at her doll. "Is Wanda coming back or not, like mommy?"

This made you freeze. It was hard to explain to a young child that their other parent isn't going to come back. You grabbed her hand and gestured for her to sit on your lap to which she did.

Playing with her dolls hair, whilst you played with hers. "Wanda...is busy right now and so am I. That's why auntie Natasha is taking you over there for play dates"

Lies. You just were too much of a cowards to do it yourself and speak to Wanda about the two of you. She nodded at your words, looking up at you with those little eyes. "Is she going to replace mommy?"

It almost made you cry, but instead you gave her a small sad smile and shook your head to her question. "Never, no one cold replace mommy. She will always have a special place in your heart."

Your finger lightly touched her chest where her heart was. "You can have more than one mom, each will have a different role to play in your life. Mommy's role finished and when you are older I will tell you everything but right now, enjoy being a kid."

She smiled widely, understanding whatever she could from your words. Hugged you tightly before dropping to her feet and rushing over to her other toys that she swapped with Tommy and Billy for the time being.

Seemingly, Natasha found out that the boys were going to be away with their dad and that side of their family for the time being, and that made you ever more nervous.

Alone, alone with Wanda. The woman who you could still hear moaning your name from that night. You were a real life mess, not knowing how to approach this subject.

Not knowing how to deal with it and you choose to avoid it. You choose to bury yourself into work and ignore that poor woman who was slowly falling for you.

But you had no where out when everything quiet down. When it was just you in the apartment. The silence filling the rooms all around you and the heartbeat of your own anxiety could be heard.

You finally got the balls to do something about it. So, with a deep breath. You closed your door and walked over to Wanda's door.

Taking a deep breath and knocking on the door. The door opened and you were greeted by a tall-ish blonde man. His brow furrowed in confusion at your sight.

"Who are you?" He asked, knowing Wanda never mentioned visitors.

"I'm-" Who were you? The words that wanted to come out were girlfriend but you stopped yourself. "I'm Wanda's neighbour."

Still, that didn't clear things up. "I gathered that, I meant who are you to her?"

"Im.. I'm not sure.." You wanted to give him an answer, which made him frown in confusion.

"Then why you knocking on my sisters door?" He asked, being just protective on his sister. But to you it was a relief it wasn't someone she could be dating.

That's when the green eyed redhead appeared. Standing by his side with an emotionless look. "Oh.. What do you want?"

It did hurt you with the way her tone was directed towards you. You smiled sheepishly. "I came to talk to you."

She crossed her arms, and her brother followed. Both staring you down like some sort of burglar. "Talk then."

"I.. I um. I was hoping it would be the two of us.." You stuttered at first, being caught off guard at how cold she was.

She looked at the blond next to her. She nodded her head and he sent her a smile. "Okay, I will take the boys and head to Vision. He was been wanting to have the boys over for a while."

They both hugged and as you were invited to the kitchen. There you stood, waiting for Pietro and the boys to leave you and Wanda alone. You could feel your heart rate pick up at that thought.

Finally, when it was quiet. Wanda walked in, standing by the door with her arms crossed. As she waited without saying anything. "Okay.. Now that we are alone, I wanted to apologise to you for ignoring you. I promise it was unintentional, work was busy and Talia was getting weirdly sick."

"That doesn't make up for leaving me without any answers or even a short text that you were busy, Y/n" She interjected before you could give any more excuses.

"I'm sorry for that.." You apologised again, hearing a light scoff came out of Wanda's mouth. "Look, you don't understand Wands.."

She narrowed her eyes at you, feeling annoyed now by the way you are dismissing this. "Then make me understand. How can I understand and be there for you if you're not telling me anything."

She was right, but before you could open your mouth. She spoke up again. "What I understand is, we had sex and now you're ghosting me."

How could you forget about that night.. There just was no way, the images that kept you up at night. No amount of self pleasure could make you feel the way she made you feel.

"I know what happened between us-" You started but she interrupted you again.

"Oh do you? Because it seems like you have been avoiding even talking to me about it. I deserve at least a rejection if that's something you didn't want to do."

You sighed, again she was right. Of course she was right and her feelings right now were valid. She was upset and rightfully so. You were a coward, who is really close to losing that girl.

"My wife dead almost 8 years ago." You said out of the blue, causing the words in Wanda's throat to halt. She wasn't expecting that and that was a big shocker to her.

"I moved here to get away from the constant memory of her. Not running away because I dealt with grief and all of those stages. I just needed a fresh start."

"But I guess I didn't expect it to happen so fast. Because I met you, and everything thought I tried to keep away was slowly coming to me." You explained and the redhead for at least once listening.

You looked down at your finger, where that ring used to be. You took it off after knowing what you felt for Wanda. "I am scared, Wanda."

You looked up at her, seeing how her brows were now expressing the sadness. "I am scared to love you. I am scared that if I fall for you, the same fate will happen to me. I just dont want a heartbreak."

Maybe it was selfish of you to only think of your emotions. To worry about your issues and put Wanda in that position but that was a human response to life time of trauma.

"I'm sorry I put you through that worry. I didn't know how to tell you that I was broken, some people aren't in the habit to fix others. I just assumed if you found out, you would leave. Like everyone else." Your body was leaning on the counter, your head hanging low as words spilled from your mouth.

Wanda approached you slowly. Taking your face into her hands as she made you look. Slowly and carefully pulled you into a soft kiss. Making sure you knew you could pull away at any given moment.

Not that you wanted to. You liked the way her lips felt, you couldn't stop thinking about them ever since they brushed against yours. Your hands automatically moved to her hips. Moving your legs apart to pull Wanda in.

It was strange to you. To someone who was afraid of falling in love or doing anything that involved feelings. It was strange to you how Wanda reacted. How her thumbs stroke your cheeks whilst her lips were against yours.

She pulled away slightly, looking into your eyes but her hands stayed on your cheeks. Your eyes searched hers in slight confusion. "Why did you kiss me?"

The whisper that came out of your mouth, like if what you said didn't deserve a comforting. It broke Wanda's heart, she knew the moment her eyes laid on you there was something about you that pulled her in.

"Do I need a reason?" She asked, not really knowing how to word her emotions to you.

"Usually no, but in this case kind of.." You wanted to know, was it pity? Was it because she felt the same. Was it because it felt like it was the right thing to do in that moment?

"You just spilled your heart out to me. I wanted to kiss you not only because I never met anyone as incredible as you. But because in some sense I feel the same as you." She found the best words to describe what was in her heart.

"I am sorry Wanda. I'm good at anything else but trying to confront anyone with my feelings." Even if you were slightly cold towards Natasha whenever it came to a love interest. It was only a precaution.

She smiled as she pulled you into a hug this time. "I wish you came to me but I'm glad you did now."

You buried your face in the crook of her neck. Closing your eyes and taking in her scent along with how calming her breathing was. "You know.. I think I am falling for you..."

The tone that her words came out of her mouth sounded worrying. Like if she would spook you if it was said with more confidence. You didn't want to move from this calming position but at those words you did.

Your hands were on her lower back, aching to be underneath her t-shirt that she was wearing. But before you could say anything, she shook her head. "No. I don't think. I know I am."

Your stomach was doing somersaults and your heart was beating out of your chest at her words. She was in love with you, she fell for you the way you fell for her.

You couldn't contain yourself anymore. Hands slipping past her t-shirt and kissing her like there was no tomorrow. One of her hands moving to your hair, pulling on it slightly when you picked her up and placed her on the counter.

Her legs wrapped around your waist to keep you in place, no thought in her brain until her brows furrowed in worry. Pushing you away gently to look into your eyes.

"Are you- Do you feel the same? I know you said you were scared but I can't sleep with you until I know, otherwise it will feel one sided." She was out of breath and so were you but her flashed cheeks and those dilated pupils made your heart flutter in that tooth rotting love feeling.

You nodded at her question and leaned back in, but she stopped you again. Causing you to frown slightly at the gesture. "I need you to say it, Y/n... I need it."

"I am falling for you and I don't think I can stop myself. Even if I am scared to death about this. I don't want to stop myself if it's you that my heart beats for you again." Those words that spilled out of your mouth did something to Wanda.

She felt herself getting turned on in everyday. She wanted you, she needed you to feel complete right now. She wanted to feel how much you meant to her.

She almost just moaned at hearing those words. Feeling that aching feeling between her legs. If she could she would've thrown herself at you in that moment.

She felt everything at once and now she couldn't stop herself. Her hands on either side of your face. One sliding down to your neck giving it a light squeeze before pulling you in for a desperate kiss.

One kiss that was full of pure need. Pure love that you both wanted to share with each other. One that couldn't be held back. Her tongue forcing itself down your mouth but it wouldn't be much force since you were welcoming.

Maybe to some it was kind of weird how confessing something like that was a turn on. But it was more than just sex. It was making love to each other. Feeling her body burn up against yours and your movements.

She was happy and so were you. After so long you deserved this. She deserves this after her own tragic story. She needed you as much as you needed her.

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Come one, come all to this tragic affair

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles prompt: hurt/comfort (heavy on the hurt) | rated: m | wc: 1000 | cw: minor character death, car accidents, death of parents | tags: established steddie, emt steve, death of steve's parents This was the worst shift Steve had faced since starting his emt training. Facing down a car accident that included his parents' car. title from The End by MCR

Steve still felt a little out of place sitting in the passenger seat of the ambulance as it sped down the highway with the lights and sirens blaring. He was still in training, and every emergency seemed new. He knew this would be bad from the little he'd heard over the radio, a major car accident that sounded incredibly serious with multiple casualties.

He couldn't help swearing loudly as the ambulance slowed to a stop at the scene, instantly recognizing one of the cars.

"Most people save that until they know the status of everything." His mentor, John, responded as he moved to get out.

"No, it's just. The Mercedes. That's my parents' car." Steve replied hesitantly, unlatching his seat belt and reaching for the door.

"Stay in the truck for a minute." John said, climbing out and slamming the door, Steve watched as he made his way over to the police and other ambulances on scene.

Steve waited anxiously for John to return, watching as he spoke to another paramedic. He tried to get a gauge on what was being said, but their faces didn't give much away. He was terrified of what the outcome could be. When John returned to the ambulance, Steve could see from his face that it wasn't going to be good news.

"Harrington. I'm relieving you from duty."

"What-" Steve started to ask, but the words got stuck in his throat.

"It, it's not good news, kid. For the Mercedes, there's a male driver that's DOA. And a female passenger in critical condition. You should be with your mom, not worrying about duty. I'll walk you over, then I'll radio base to let them know what's going on."

"Oh." Steve felt numb as he climbed out of the cab. There were people scattered everywhere, working on the people that had been in the other cars. Near the crumpled shell of the Mercedes, a body was covered by a sheet and Steve knew that it was his father. A few feet away, laid his mother, covered in blood. "Mom." He gasped, hurrying to her side.

"Stevie?" She whispered, opening her eyes for barely a second.

"Yeah, Mom. I'm here." He rested his hand gently on her shoulder, keeping out the way of the paramedics as the worked on her.

Once his mom was stable enough to be moved, she was being loaded into the back of an ambulance.

"Harrington." John came jogging over. "I've spoken to base, you're signed off duty for at least a couple of weeks. Go with your mom, someone will catch up with you later."

Steve just nodded, before climbing into the back of the ambulance with his mom, taking her hand for comfort as the doors slammed.

At the hospital, Steve was directed into a side room to wait for updates as his mom was rushed into surgery. He knew it wasn't looking good. The paramedics that brought them in offered Steve their condolences before they had to leave to get back out. He knew he should phone Eddie, but he didn't know if he could find the words, at least until he knew.

After a couple of hours, Hopper walked into the room. Steve vaguely recalled noticing him at the scene, but his focus had been elsewhere.

"Any updates?" He asked, taking the seat next to Steve. Steve just shook his head, not wanting to talk.

It was only a few minutes later that a doctor walked in. Steve got to his feet, wanting to be ready for anything.

"I'm sorry, Mr Harrington. We tried everything we could, but your mother's injuries were too severe. We were unable to save her."

"Oh, I." Steve could feel himself crumbling, tears running down his face and his knees buckling. The only thing preventing him hitting the floor was Hopper darting forward to grab his shoulders.

"I've got you." Hopper wrapped him in a tight hug. "I've got you."

The rest of the day passed in a blur, Steve just moving on instinct following whatever Hopper or any of the hospital staff told him. It felt like he could blink and he would be in a different place, with different people. He'd never had a great relationship with either of his parents, but he just couldn't process that he'd lost them both in just a few hours. He felt like he was just seeing snapshots through someone else's eyes. He came back to himself when Hopper shook his shoulder, somehow he'd lost getting into the car and the drive home.

"Let's get you inside. D'you want me to explain it to Munson?" Hopper asked gently.

Steve just nodded as he got out and walked up to the small house he was renting with Eddie.

"Steve, is that you?" Eddie called as the door shut, stopping short when he saw Hopper. "What's going on?"

"We should probably sit down for this." Hopper replied.

Steve followed Eddie into the living room, curling into his side as they sat on the sofa, not caring about his bloody uniform or the fact he hadn't bothered to take off his boots.

"He responded to a major car accident. His parents were in one of the cars. Neither of them survived."

"Oh, Stevie." Eddie wrapped his arms tightly around Steve, feeling the tears start to soak into his shirt. "I've got you baby. I've got you."

"If you need anything, just let me know. And I'll check in everyday." Hopper said as he got to his feet.

"Yeah, thanks Hopper." Eddie replied, still holding Steve close.

"You need anything Stevie?" Eddie asked after Hopper left.

Steve shook his head. "Do I even get to be sad? I don't- I've barely seen or spoken to them for months. Why should I be allowed to be sad?"

"You can feel however you want. They were your parents and you loved them, you're allowed to grieve." Eddie murmured, running his fingers through Steve's hair. "And I'll be here through it all."

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Brand New Life

Jack and Sarah are very happy couple until a car accident changes their lives forever.

In the quiet town of Meadowgrove, Nebraska , a seemingly ordinary couple, Jack and Sarah, were known for their strong bond and unyielding love for each other. However, one fateful day, their lives took an unexpected turn.

While they are both in a car driving to church Jack swerved to miss a deer and hit another car and then a tree. Though Sarah seemed unhurt, the ambulance took both of them to the local hospital. Jack went to the hospital because he was unconscious.

The tragic car accident left Jack in a coma, his body broken and bruised. The doctors also delivered more devastating news to Sarah: Jack had lost both his balls and penis in the crash, and mentally he might never be the same again.

As the weeks turned into months, Sarah refused to give up on her husband. She spent every waking moment by his side, praying for a miracle. And then one day, she received a call from the hospital that changed everything.

The doctors had been working with a company called Evie’s Incorporated on an experimental treatment. They would use an elixir to transform a male into a female. They offered it to Sarah as a last resort, promising that it might give Jack a brand new life but he would be a complete woman.

But what kind of life would it be? Would Jack want to become a woman? And if he did, how would it affect their relationship?

Sarah was faced with a difficult decision. Should she take the leap of faith and give Jack a chance at a brand new life, or should she hold on to the man she married and hope for a miracle?

As she stared at Jack's lifeless body in the hospital bed, she couldn't help but wonder: what would their brand new life look like? Sarah decided to go on with the procedure. The doctors then came into the room and hooked Jack up to an IV with pink liquid coming out of it and into his body. They informed Sarah it could be a few days before they really see anything happening but to have faith.

Sarah would show up to Jack's room the next day. She brought with her books to read to him things that he would enjoy as a man. She sat there for hours and read to him, not seeing him change at all. As she sat there frustrated she prayed that something good would happen. As she left for the night she kissed Jack on the head and told him that she would be back the next day.

The first sign of transformation came on the second day after the elixir was administered. Jack's rough, calloused hands, once marked with the signs of a lifetime of manual labor, began to smooth out and soften. Sarah noticed the change as she held his hand, feeling the skin become softer and more delicate beneath her fingers.

On the third day, Jack's facial and body hair began to disappear, leaving his skin smooth and hairless. His jawline became less defined, and his cheekbones more pronounced. Sarah watched in amazement as her husband's features began to change, becoming softer and more feminine.

By the fourth day, Jack's body had undergone a dramatic transformation. His broad shoulders and muscular chest had given way to a more slender frame, and his waist had narrowed. His hips had widened, and his bottom had become rounder. Sarah couldn't believe the changes she was seeing, as her husband's body became more and more feminine with each passing hour.

The final sign of transformation came on the fifth day. Jack's scar where his penis had been disappeared, and in its place, was a fully formed vagina. Sarah couldn't believe what she was seeing, as her husband's body had been completely transformed from male to female.

Throughout the transformation, Jack remained in a coma, unaware of the changes taking place. Sarah stayed by his side, holding his hand and watching in amazement as her husband became a woman. She couldn't help but wonder what Jack would think of the changes when he woke up. Would he be happy with his new body? Or would he be confused and scared?

As the transformation came to an end, Sarah couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. She was happy that Jack had been given a new chance at life, but she was also scared of the unknown. She knew that their lives would never be the same, and that they would have to navigate this new reality together.

As she looked at Jack, now Jackie, she couldn't help but feel a sense of hope. She knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in their lives, and that they would face whatever came next together, as husband/wife and wife.

The doctors were amazed by the transformation, they had never seen such a quick and complete change in a human body before. They were not sure if Jackie would have the same personality or memories as Jack, but they were sure that she would have a new life ahead of her.

As Jackie woke up from her coma, Sarah was there by her side, holding her hand and ready to start this new journey together. Jackie opened her eyes and looked at Sarah, she didn't remember anything from before the transformation, but she knew that she was loved and that was all that mattered. She was ready to start her new life as Jackie, and Sarah was ready to be by her side every step of the way.

At first, Sarah was overjoyed to see Jack alive and well. She was relieved to see that the experimental elixir had worked, and she was excited to get to know this new version of her husband. But as the days went by, Jackie's personality began to change.

At first, Sarah was shocked by Jackie's transformation, but she tried her best to be supportive. Jackie was still the same person she had always loved, after all, just with a different appearance. Jackie seemed to be treating her even better than before, showering her with gifts and affection.

However, after a few days, Jackie started to become more and more demanding. She insisted that Sarah call her Jacqueline, and would fly into a rage if she slipped up. Jacqueline also started to treat Sarah like a servant, making her do all the household chores and running errands for her.

It wasn't long before Jacqueline's demands became more degrading. She made Sarah wear revealing outfits and perform humiliating tasks in public. Sarah felt like she had lost all control over her life, and she didn't know how to fight back.

But what was even worse was that Jacqueline started to bring other men into their home and bedroom. She would make Sarah sit in the corner of the bedroom and play with herself while watching Jacqueline have sex with them. At first, Sarah was horrified, but as time went on, she found herself becoming aroused by the sight of Jacqueline with other men.

Jacqueline seemed to enjoy having an audience, and she would often make Sarah perform oral sex on her while she was with someone else. Sarah felt like she had become a mere object, a sex slave to Jacqueline and her lovers.

But despite the degrading treatment, Sarah found herself craving more. She had never felt so desired, so wanted before. She didn't want to admit it, but she was starting to enjoy her servitude. She would do anything to please Jacqueline, and she felt a thrill every time Jacqueline praised her for being a good girl.

As the days turned into weeks, Sarah's life became a blur of chores, humiliation, and sexual pleasure. She had never been happier, even if she couldn't quite understand why. She had lost all sense of self, and she didn't know if she would ever be able to get it back.

Sarah, once a strong and independent woman, now finds herself completely submissive to Jacqueline's every whim. She has become a slave to her wife's desires, willingly serving her in any way she can. Sarah's life revolves around Jacqueline's pleasure, and she wouldn't have it any other way.

Despite the degrading treatment, Sarah feels a deep sense of love and devotion towards Jacqueline. She believes that this is the life she was meant to live, and she is grateful for every moment she gets to spend with her wife.

As the months go by, Sarah becomes more and more accustomed to her new life. She learns to anticipate Jacqueline's needs, and takes pride in serving her. Sarah's love for Jacqueline only grows stronger with each passing day, and she knows that she will do anything to make her happy.

In the end, Sarah and Jacqueline's relationship has become a twisted reflection of their love for each other. While some might see Sarah's submission as a form of oppression, she sees it as an act of love and devotion. And as long as Jacqueline is happy, Sarah will continue to serve her, willingly and happily, for the rest of their lives.

#transformation story #m2f transformation #elixir

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