#she just appears at their door and lifts a finger to her lips to signal shhh and then disappears

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don't waste your time (on me) [g.t]

01. | Please, Deputy?

Gator Tillman ✘ Win Lewis (OC)

⇾ w.c. 1.6k words ⇾ warning(s). canon x oc pairing, f!oc, oral (m!receiving), face fucking, dubcon/coercion (somewhat, if you squint), pervy!gator, inexperienced virgin!gator ⇾ a/n: Gator's got me in a chokehold, so here we go and I've got plenty more ideas where this came from.

Win gets caught speeding.  One more ticket and her license is suspended, and she can’t have that.  When she offers to do anything to get out of getting a ticket, the good Deputy takes her up on her offer.

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“Shit shit shit,” Win hissed under her breath as blue and reds appeared in her rearview mirror.  By the time she’d flown past the sheriff’s car parked at the corner, she knew it was too late.  “Fuck!” she growled, smacking her hand on the steering wheel as she reluctantly slowed and pulled off the road.  She’d already had three tickets in the past six months, with this one her license would be good as suspended.

Letting out a heavy sigh, she reached in her glove compartment for her registration and insurance card, waiting for the telltale crunch of boots on gravel, signaling the officer’s approach.  

“Goin’ a little fast there, ey Lewis?”

Win winced at the familiar voice.  Of course it had to be Gator Tillman.

“Deputy,” she greeted flatly, staring straight ahead, already holding out her license to him.

“How fast you think you were going there?” he repeated, plucking the card from her fingers, and Win shrugged noncommittally.

“Dunno, maybe sixty, sixty five,” she lied, knowing full well it was far more than that.

“Try close on eighty,” Gator snorted, turning his head and spitting on the ground before leaning against the side of her Chevelle with one arm.  “I’m afraid I’m gunna need to see your registration and proof of insurance,” he prompted, not sounding very sorry at all. “Really?” Win sighed, finally turning to look at him.  “C’mon, Gator, can’t you just let this one slide?  Please?  I can’t afford to lose my license,” she pleaded, her voice cracking.

“I dunno…” Gator mused, peering at her from under the bill of his Stark County Sheriff cap with those big brown eyes of his.  “Seems like you haven’t learned your lesson yet, missy.  I’m just doin’ my job, you know?” he drawled, his lips curling into a smirk.

“C’mon, Gator, don’t make me beg,” Win whined, scowling at the smug look on his face before taking a deep breath, hating how low she was about to stoop.  “Isn’t there anything I can do to change your mind?” she asked pointedly, hoping this was an offer a little perv like him wouldn’t be able to pass up.

Gator wet his lips, the gears turning as he stared at her, her words sinking in.

“Anything?” he asked, a hopeful look flickering in his eyes.  “Just for the record, what exactly are you offerin’, Winnie?”

Win rolled her eyes, ignoring the overly familiar nickname and the way it sounded on his lips.  “Do I gotta spell it out for you, Deputy?  I’ll suck your cock if you forget how fast I was goin',” she huffed impatiently.

“Really?” Gator yelped, hastily clearing his throat and straightening, adjusting his camo cargo pants against the growing bulge beneath the fabric.  “I mean, alright, since you insisted,” he said, rubbing his nose and shrugging, trying not to appear too eager.

“You’re clean, right?” Win asked, looking him up and down doubtfully as she pushed her door open and stepped out onto the pavement.

“Whaddaya mean?  I showered this mornin’,” he answered with a frown, lifting an arm and discreetly smelling himself.

Win rolled her eyes, stepping closer.  “I mean, you don’t have any STI’s or anything like that, right?”

“Oh!  Uh, no,” Gator exclaimed, nervously adjusting his ball cap, as if unsure what exactly to do with his gloved hands.

“You sure?” Win pressed, suspicious of the way he dodged her gaze.

“Yeah, I’m sure,” he muttered defensively.  “I’ve never, uh–” his words trailed off as a dark flush rose up his neck.

“Never fucked anyone?” Win snorted and his expression darkened.

“You gunna suck my dick or not?” Gator snapped, palming himself impatiently.

Win glanced toward his cruiser.  “Yeah, just– your dash cam’s not on, right?  I don’t want footage of this floating around,” she murmured and Gator followed her gaze.

“It’s off,” he assured her, a little too quickly.  “I swear,” he insisted when she looked doubtful.  “C’mon, would I lie to you?” he asked, spreading his hands and offering her a lopsided grin that made her pulse quicken traitorously and heat rise to her face, her own body betraying her.

“Probably,” she muttered, but didn’t argue further, pushing him back against the side of her car and holding his gaze as she lowered herself to her knees before him.

“Oh fuck–” Gator breathed, his voice hoarse, and he quickly fumbled at his belt, easing his pants down enough to free his throbbing cock from his boxers.  

When it sprung free, Win unconsciously licked her lips, admiring him discreetly, his mushroom head a pretty pink, pre cum already glistening at his slit.  Closing her eyes, she wrapped a hand around his base, steadying herself as she opened her mouth, her tongue swiping a long slow stripe up the bottom of his length before swirling agilely around his pulsing head.

Gator let out a whimper that melted to a loud groan as his head fell back, resting against the top of the car behind him with a soft thunk, his mouth falling open.  One of his hands slipped behind Win’s head, his gloved fingers tangling in her hair. 

“Shit, your mouth feels so good,” he breathed, his hips bucking involuntarily as she swallowed more of him, gagging as he hit the back of her throat suddenly, her nose buried in his dark thatch of hair at his base.

“Sorry,” he grunted, fighting to still himself as Win’s head began to bob, picking up pace.

“Oh shitshitshit, goddamn baby, your mouth feels so good,” he repeated, Win’s saliva rolling down her chin and his balls.  “God, you’re so good at this,” he hissed, his grip on her head tightening, hips jerking forward again.

Win breathed through her nose, humming in response, her body flushing hotly at his praise despite the disgust that followed.  Opening her jaw wider, she gave in to letting him fuck her face, letting him use her for his pleasure.

The sounds he made were almost sinful and Win squeezed his thigh with her other hand, fighting not to touch herself to relieve the aching heat building between her own thighs and pooling in her panties.

“Shit, I’m close,” Gator whined breathlessly, his cock swelling in her throat.  “Gunna cum all over your pretty mouth, Winnie.  You’re such a good little slut for me,” he babbled, growing more confident as his thrusts turned sloppy.

Tears pricked the corners of Win’s eyes, catching in her lashes as her jaw began to ache and Gator hissed sharply as her teeth grazed him, but he was already cumming, shooting white ropes down her throat, flooding her mouth with his salty essence, a guttural string of curses leaving his lips as he emptied himself, his eyes practically rolling back in his head.

Finally stilling, his cock going soft, the Deputy fought to catch his breath, watching greedily as Win pulled back, some of his seed rolling down her chin and glistening on her pink lips.

“Wait—“ he said, grabbing her by the chin to hold her in place.  “Open,” he instructed, wanting to see the mess he’d made and Win obeyed, opening her mouth for him before swallowing, her eyes flicking up to his.

“Good girl,” he murmured, releasing her, and Win quickly wiped her chin with the back of her hand before getting unsteadily to her feet, Gator tucking himself back into his boxers and zipping up his pants.

“Careful,” he said, reaching out to steady her and noticing the tears glistening in her lashes.  “You okay?” he asked, suddenly worried he’d hurt her.

“Never better,” Win huffed, her voice dripping sarcasm, but she didn’t pull away from him, trying to ignore the heat pulsing between her legs and the intrusive thought that accompanied it—wondering how pretty Gator’d look between her thighs, those big brown eyes looking up at her eagerly as he made her cum on his mouth.

He probably wouldn’t even be able to find my clit, she reminded herself.  So why was the idea of her helping him learn so appealing?

“You sure you’re good, Win?  Your face is really red,” he pointed out.  “Need me to escort you home, make sure you get there alright?”

Gator’s words pulled her from her thoughts and she cleared her throat, swallowing sorely.

“I’m sure,” she replied quickly and he finally released her arm.  “Wouldn’t be in this predicament if not for you,” she muttered, though she found it strangely sweet of him to offer.

Gator nodded, adjusting his cap.  “Right then, guess I’ll be seein’ ya,” he murmured.  “Oh—your license,” he remembered, handing it back to her. “Night, Lewis,” he said, looping his thumbs in his belt as he ambled back to his cruiser.

“Yeah, night Deputy,” Win murmured, watching him walk away before shaking herself and pulling her car door open.  She had to get home to take care of something, her panties practically soaked through, though the last thing she wanted was for Gator to know that, to know the effect he’d had on her.

“Oh, and take it easy on the road, ey?  Would hate to have to pull you over again,” Gator called, a shit eating grin pulling at his lips.

Win rolled her eyes, sticking her hand out the window to flip him off before driving away.

Back in his cruiser, Gator watched her peel out, chuckling to himself before opening the laptop mounted to his console.  Biting his lip, he checked the dash cam recording, heat flooding him afresh as he watched her get to her knees.  Saving the video, he made a copy, backing it up on a thumb drive he slipped into his pocket before deleting the footage from record and pulling back out onto the road, his stomach growling loudly.  After that, he really needed a snack.

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✎ when i kissed the teacher | part three

summary: post-rejection, steve receives some hard relationship truths from robin and vickie. but, how will he continue to act around you with the upcoming elementary school's easter brunch?

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warnings: dad!steve. singledad!steve. 90s!au. swearing. fem!reader. mutual pining. slow burn. fluff. angst. hurt. rovickie!! mentions of homophobia/lesbophobia. artificial insemination + adoption mentions [in regards to gay parenting options]. pregnancy mention. post-partum depression mention. mentions of alena's mother walking out. mentions of heartbreak. slight age gap [r is 24, steve is 29]. food and allergy mentions. jancy make an appearance!! more warnings in future chapters! [3.6k].

Steve would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t let a few tears shed on his way to pick up Alena from Robin’s apartment.

But, he remained calm, or as calm as his mind would allow him to. Alena was great at interpreting people’s emotions, she would clock his sadness in a heartbeat otherwise.

As he pulled up to Robin’s apartment, he slowly gets out of the car and knocks three times on her door. After hearing some shuffling and an “I’ll get it!” the door swings open to a pink-dressed Vickie, a small tiara on top of her head.

“Oh, hey!” she smiles, turning back and yelling, “Babe! It’s Steve!”

“Okay, we’re just finishing up in here!”

Steve chuckles at Vickie’s physical state, “Looks like you guys are having fun.”

Vickie signals him in with her arm, closing the door behind him as he treads inside, rubbing his hands together, warming them up from the outside cold that had infected his fingers.

“Christmas tea party,” she simply states, Steve immediately understanding what the young redhead meant. They both walk around the corner together to see Robin and Alena sat on the floor, plastic cups in hand, the pair giggling together. Like her girlfriend, Robin also was wearing a plastic tiara, golden gemstone centered in the middle as her and Alena spoke in posh accents.

“Hello father, will you care to join us for some tea?” Alena spoke, Steve trying his hardest not to burst out into a fit of laughter. God, she was such a character.

“Thank you for the grand offer Princess Alena, but I’m afraid we must head home before it gets too dark outside,” he replicates her accent, folding his arms over his chest.

She puts her hand to her heart, gasping in a faux shocked manner, “I am not the princess dad! Robin and Vickie are the princess rulers!”

“Oh, are they now?” Steve smirks, looking between the couple, “Two ladies leading the kingdom must be super powerful!”

Alena giggles, “Yeah, much more powerful than you would be daddy!”

Vickie looks down to the floor and purses her lips, trying not to let out a laugh as Robin lets it full rip, putting her hands up and saying, “Hey! I’m not arguing with that.”

“Of course you wouldn’t, Buckley,” he retorts back with an exaggerated eye roll. “Come on pumpkin, time to go home!”

“But, daddy,” she whines, “We are in the middle of a tea party!”

“I know buttercup, but it’s getting late. It’s already 6PM!”

She huffs, “Fine,” lifting herself up off the floor, kicking her feet, Robin tucking her hair behind her ear and saying, “I’ll clean this up, don’t you worry.”

She cheesily grins, grabbing her bag of items which she bought at the Christmas Fayre and bouncing over to her dad, “Look at all the stuff I bought!” she exclaims, holding her bag high in the air.

He leans down and gives her a quick kiss on the head as she hugs his leg, “Thanks for taking care of her guys. And I can’t wait to see it all, pumpkin! How about you show me on the drive home?”

“Okay!” she says loudly, Robin wrapping an arm around Vickie’s waist as they all head to the door, ”No problem at all, Steve. Call us whenever if you need her to be looked after, we’re always more than happy to look after that bundle of joy,” Vickie replies.

“Dad! Can I get in the car?” Alena whines, Steve shouting over, “Sure sweet-cheeks!” as he presses his car keys, the young girl opening the door and hopping inside. Steve turns back to the couple, “You know, you two would make great moms some day. Wait,” he pauses, “Can you two even, you know… have kids together?” Steve phrases his sentence as carefully as possible, trying to not let his lack of knowledge cross over into offensive territory.

Robin sighs, “We could technically, but it would be an extremely long and potentially dangerous process.”

Vickie nods along with her girlfriend, “One of us could get artificially inseminated, but that is very expensive and not always guaranteed to work. Adoption wise, we can’t just do it. One, like anyone else, you need to be married, which is literally impossible for us. Two, we’d have to find someone willing to allow adoption for us as a lesbian couple, which is definitely not here in Hawkins that’s for sure. So again, more money…”

Steve breathes out heavily in frustration, “It’s just annoying. You got the lasting relationship, you got the stable income, stable house, all of that. If the law just allowed the marriage part, you are pretty much guaranteed to have a kid.”

Robin nods, “You’re telling me. Hawaii’s trying to get us somewhere, but that is very unlikely if we’re being realistic here.”

Vickie purses her lips, “Unfortunately. We’ll just continue living vicariously through your daughter for the time being,” Vickie laughs, laced with an awkward tone.

“I mean, go all for it,” Steve says, buzzing his lips, “You two are the closest thing to a mother figure she’s ever gonna get.”

“Well,” Robin smirks, “Unless yours and Miss. L/N’s lovebird shenanigans go anywhere that is.”

Steve didn’t know that an open wound could get any worse. The rejection was like a fresh cut, and now Robin had poured salt into it. It was an instant sting to the heart.

Steve coughs as he looks down at the floor, his feet scraping across the outside rug that reads ‘Welcome Home.’ He wishes he had the stability the two women in front of him had. His love life was so lost that a worn-out, mud-stained rug with the intention of home made him feel like a failure. Maybe love was as simple as ruining the object that defined your picture-perfect life inside. That rug had six years worth of welcoming kisses and hugs, a constant reminder that when one of the two girls stepped foot in that door, they would feel wrapped in a basket of warmth. They felt at peace.

“Yeah, well, that ain’t happening any time soon,” Steve mumbles in a bothered manner, “Or at all.”

“Are we talking about Alena’s teacher?” Vickie questions, Robin nodding as her girlfriend lets out a small “Ah.”

“You told her about this?” Steve agitatedly asks, pointing over to Vickie with his thumb.

“You think I’m not going to tell my wife about your love life?”

Even with the legality barrier, Robin would still call Vickie her wife. They never let the outside expectations of the world define their use of language. It was their relationship, they could call themselves whatever they wished. Steve, on the other hand, didn’t have a metaphorical use for the term, he had no figure in his life to call that, and with his track record, it seemed like he never would.

Steve sighs, “Look, maybe love just isn’t for me, okay? It never worked with Nancy no matter how many times I tried, Linda didn’t even attempt to make it work, Heidi just wanted sex and Katie—”

The mention of Katie sent chills down his spine. He thought she was the one. After all, they had been together since the end of 1986 until the start of 1990. Their relationship was arguably the strongest Steve had ever felt in his life, even more so than with Nancy. That was until she got pregnant. They were both elated, Steve excited to expand the family he always wanted with the love of his life, her just as much so. But, everything changed once she had given birth. After speaking with Jonathan, Steve knew that his girlfriend had Post-Partum Depression and had suggested to her many times to seek therapy, just like Nancy had been doing, yet she refused, claiming she didn’t have the mental illness. After six months of not actively seeking help, Steve came home from work one day to see her bags packed, her saying motherhood was all too difficult to handle. That night, she had left, leaving Steve with a six-month-old baby to raise entirely by himself.

“Steve,” Robin begins, “I know your love life hasn’t been… the best, so to say. But, let’s not give up hope. Did she give you a reason for you not to date her?”

Steve huffs with a roll of his eyes, “Student confidentiality, all that bullshit. Can’t date me because she’s my daughter’s teacher.”

Vickie sadly smiles, “I mean, in all honesty Steve, it makes sense. It’s like if I started dating the older brother of the kids I used to babysit. It would mess things up.”

“Besides,” Robin butts in, the couple used to their rambling natures constantly interrupting each other, it was practically their love language, “That isn’t a no because she doesn’t like you, it’s a no for safety reasons. What about in six months time when Alena moves to second grade? She’s not gonna be her teacher then.”

Steve thinks for a moment over Robin’s statement. It was true that you weren’t gonna be her teacher forever. But, Steve’s thoughts are disturbed by Vickie’s further input, “She’s still in her vicinity though, right? Alena can’t view her as your girlfriend in a school setting. It’s like when my mom worked in my elementary school, I got scolded so much for calling her ‘Mom’ instead of ‘Mrs. Wilson.’ I think it’s that problem she’s probably talking about.”

“Okay,” Robin shrugs, “So Middle School!”

“Robin, that’s not for another four years!” Steve complains.

“If you were that in love, it wouldn’t be hard to wait that long, Steve,” Robin straightforwardly says, “I waited two and a half years to even ask Vickie out, and I would’ve waited a lot longer if I had to.”

Steve sighs as the sound of “Daddy!” can be heard from behind him, turning around to see Alena’s door open and her head leaning out, “Are we going home now?”

“Just a second, pumpkin! Daddy’ll be two minutes!”

“Okay!” she yells, slamming her door shut again, her shifting through her bag of items.

“Steve,” Vickie says softly, “There’s gonna be a way around this, I promise you. From the way Robin’s described your experiences and just the way you talk about her in general, you really like her. This isn’t desperation from you, you really do feel something for her.”

He breathes out, taking in the girl’s words, “Well, you guys have a lot more optimism than I do,” he quietly chuckles, “Just… thanks for everything. Thanks for looking after Alena most of all.”

“As we always say,” Robin reminds him, “Anytime.”

“It was nice seeing you two. Always a blast hanging out with Alena,” Vickie beams, “And good luck with the potential relationship.”

“Thanks guys. Have a good Christmas.”

The three of them bid farewell as Steve heads over to his car, Alena already holding the first item in her hands as he clicks in his seatbelt. He tries his best to listen to his daughter’s rambles, but his mind is invaded by a million different questions, trying to figure out a way to get you to date him.

It was now his turn to research the same questions you had been constantly looking into for the past two months.

You were currently organising Hawkins Elementary’s annual Easter brunch. Hawkins was unique in its traditions, their Easter brunch being one of the many few events that other schools did not do. The parents would bring in their children at 10AM and would have a brunch-type event with them in your classroom.

You had the added benefit of having an extra hour to yourself with no teaching to set up. However, both Easter decorations and food were a must. You spent the hours of 7:30 until 9 pinning up various strips of hanging bunnies, little Easter egg stickers and sitting little fluffy chicks on the tables. Your next task was to lay out the pink-checkered picnic blanket on the floor and throwing pink and yellow cloths on the tables. The cafeteria staff were bringing food around to the classrooms as the teachers decorated, the platter consisting of ham sandwiches, potato chips, squares of cheese, mini sausages, strawberries, bananas and a little basket full of mini chocolate bunnies — perfect for the Easter spirit.

The first parents to arrive were Nancy and Jonathan Byers, their little girl Ashley wearing the biggest pair of white and pink bunny ears.

“Well, looks like someone’s in the Easter spirit!” you say, the girl giggling as she replies, “I put pink bows in mom’s hair!”

Nancy participates as she shows off her pink bows, twirling around and making her daughter smile, you hyping her up, “Wow! Very nice! They make your mom look very pretty, don’t they?”

Nancy turns to you and grins, “Thank you,” you nodding in response, “Take a seat anywhere you want either on the picnic blanket or on a table. Ash has no allergies to anything if I’m correct?”

Jonathan nods, “Yeah, nothing so far. We’re hoping nothing forever.”

You laugh softly, “Good to know. Yeah, just sit anywhere you want, whatever makes you feel comfiest.”

“Thank you,” they both say in unison, Ashley already seeming to take a spot on the picnic blanket, the Byers parents not having much of a choice in the matter.

Many other parents and their kids arrived soon after, spreading themselves out across your colourfully decorated Easter classroom.

Since many families were arriving at similar times, it didn’t give you much of a chance to interact with them all, which was beneficial to an extent, especially when a certain father-daughter duo appeared in front of your door.

“Hi Miss. L/N!” Alena yelled, holding a stuffed animal in the shape of a bunny between her small hands, you waving back at her.

You tried your best to avoid Steve’s gaze, although you still had to ask him about Alena’s allergies. You were stuck communicating with him in some form.

The past couple of months had been rough. No more conversations when he dropped Alena off in the morning, no more waves through the classroom window, even his friend Robin had gotten added to Alena’s permanent record of people allowed to collect her, which you noticed when the young, dark blonde-haired woman appeared outside of your classroom a lot more regularly.

But, you couldn’t risk your life for a guy. You made that loud and clear, so if he got offended by that, tough luck. Your job was much more important than a relationship right now.

“What a nice bunny you have there!” you brightly say, “What’s their name?”

“Mr. Hopps!” she smiles, “He’s very tough, but he needs a girlfriend. Daddy won’t let me find him one.”

“Oh, will he not?” you ask, looking up at Steve and acting as casual as possible, smirking at him. It’s ironic that he won’t let his daughter get her toy bunny a girlfriend, it’s almost as if that bunny was him. “Well, how about you ask him really nicely and maybe he will say yes? Be extra good for him.”

“Okay!” she shouts, giggling away to herself, you now having to focus your attention to the man who had caused all of life’s recent stresses. “Steve, good to see you,” you awkwardly say, hands held behind your back, “Have to ask, does Alena have any allergies?”

He coughs, “Uh… No. None at all.”

“Great,” you sigh out, “Sit anywhere you’d like. Table or floor.”

He mumbles a “Thanks,” before leading his daughter next to the Byers. You lean against the wall as you see the two families interact. The way Jonathan had his arm wrapped around Nancy, her head leaning on her husband’s shoulder as her daughter played Rock, Paper, Scissors with Alena made you wish that you could fill the empty space that was next to Steve. You wanted to lean into him, you wanted him to hold you tightly close to him, you wanted him.

But, life is unfair. It’s not a straight cookie cutter, it’s hand-crafted. And you had already crafted your life for this job, you spend four years in college to get to this place in your life which you had been craving since you were thirteen years old. If you chose a guy over your dream job, your younger self would be incredibly disappointed. You couldn’t hurt her like that.

The Easter brunch had been a wonderful success. Most of the food was gone, minus a few sandwiches and squares of cheese, every mini chocolate bunny emptied out of the basket, as you highly suspected.

As the parents bid farewell to the kids, they got sent out for recess, the staff organising a small Easter egg hunt for the children to enjoy.

You thought your classroom was empty, until you heard the clearing of a throat from behind you. You jumped a little in your skin, grabbing your chest as you stare at the person who had frightened you, “Jesus, Steve. You need to stop scaring me like that!”

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles, you noticing that his nervousness around you from before had now turned into something much more somber, as if his body couldn’t decide whether to be near you or not. “I was just wondering if you needed help clearing up?”

You peer around your classroom, realising that you could probably have a helping hand, “Um… Sure. That would be great,” you say, “Need to clear up the tables and the picnic blanket.”

He nods, blinking rapidly as he stutters out, “Yeah, sure… Sure,” walking over to the table closest to him and collecting the fluffy chicks in his large palm.

The room remains in a solemn manner, the two of you getting your task done in silence, before you suddenly speak up, “You didn’t just want to help me, did you?”

It was obvious from his change of attitude that there were ulterior motives than just simply being polite. He wouldn’t have ignored you for so long, denied so many opportunities to speak to you if the politeness was a natural thing. No, of course there had to be something more.

You can hear his sigh from across the room, the one breath filling the atmosphere, “No, not really. I just… I wanted to apologise for how I’ve been acting.”

You remove the fluffy chicks from your second table, “It’s okay. I don’t expect you to act like everything is okay. I hurt you, it’s understandable.”

Sure, it would’ve been nice if he made an effort to be a little kinder in the small moments he spent with you. But, realism was the key to understanding people’s behaviours. You had to understand how it felt from his perspective, not just your own. And, if anything, if you didn’t have to remain professional for the sake of his daughter and your other students, you would’ve avoided him like the plague too.

“It’s still not an excuse though,” he lets out, “I used to do it in high school. I left fucking Nancy in a bathroom drunk alone because she told me she didn’t love me anymore. I don’t want to become the asshole I was ten years ago.”

“Steve,” you softly say, the pair of you approaching the middle table in sync, “I promise you, you will never be like that again. You’re becoming self-critical of yourself for a simple mistake. It’s simply heartbreak, of course you wanted to avoid me as much as possible.”

As you finish your sentence, yours and Steve’s hands connect over the same fluffy chick, the both of you about to grab the small decoration, yet, Steve’s hand suddenly linked between yours, your breath hitching in your throat before you can say another word.

He turns to you, a mere few inches apart between your bodies, Steve looking you deep in the eyes, letting out, “I never want to avoid you. I wanna always be near you.”

You can see his eyes flick down to your lips, you breathing out his name as he leans in, your body involuntarily doing the same, before your lips connect in a soft kiss. He places a hand on your cheek, as if that’s where it was made to belong as you hold onto his bicep for support. You lost yourself in him, the feeling of his lips on yours melting away everything around you.

You hear him hum into the kiss, the sound bringing you back to reality as you quickly pull away. Shit, what were you doing?

“Jesus,” he mutters, you covering your face with your hands as you shake your head, “Look, I didn’t mean to do that. You just looked so beautiful and I couldn’t resist—”

You cut him off, pointing towards the door and harshly saying, “Get out of my classroom, Steve.”

He begins to ramble, “I’m sorry, all right? I promise I didn’t mean to—”

You uncover your face, full-blown rage presented across it as you shout at him through gritted teeth, “Get the hell out!”

He tries to say something, but nothing comes out, him simply huffing in defeat and turning towards the door. Once he’s exited, you try your hardest not to let the tears spill, not allowing yourself to go through that shit again. What the hell was he thinking?

More importantly, what the hell were you thinking? It was obvious by the look in his eyes what he was about to do. Why didn’t you stop him?

But, that’s the problem. It’s not that you didn’t have the capacity to stop him, you didn’t want to stop him. And if anything, for the amount of time it lasted, that was the best kiss of your life.

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26 - The Name Xavier is Legacy

Part 27

She's Human or Weapon

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"Let go, Jean...let go Hope. Unleash your powers. No fear...no more control...just let go...let go girls!" He screamed up to us where I opened my eyes flashing Apocalypse a wicked smirk once more

Hope's POV

Jean and I squeezed the others hand as we started walking towards Apocalypse. I don't look down where our feet were no longer on the platform but in fact allowing us to hover above the ground. The wind blows through my hair out of my face. Erik and Scott each kept giving him everything they had. Jean doesn't glance my direction when I looked to her for a signal. Closing my eyes I entered the mind word again. Apocalypse hovered over my parents pressing them into the ground harshly. My father groaned flickering his blue eyes up to mine. My gaze moved to my mother who was on her back her blonde hair a knotted mess with some blood stains in it. "Forget control, Hope. Ignore the lesson - just let go!" Mom cried out getting picked up by him. He then reached for my father who screamed to the red head at my side knowing we're the world's only hope. "Let go Jean - let go - unleash your powers!" Shooting my eyes opened we just scream releasing our power onto the God killing him until you only see his Skelton. Lowering myself back to the room I gasped seeing wings of almost a bird behind Jean before she appeared back on the ground too.

Aurora's POV

Blinking my eyes opened I lifted myself up on my elbows hearing Charles slowly waking up beside me. Rolling over onto my side I suddenly crash my lips onto his not caring about the others in the room at the moment. He gasped but moved his fingers up my arm until they knotted into my hair kissing me back where we're gasping for air. Resting my forehead against his I had to admit it was gonna be weird not messing with his hair anymore. I know he'll be broken up about it more than myself. "Charles I - I thought I was losing you. Oh god - I-" He cuts me off with a kiss entering my mind. "I know, Rora. I already know...I love you too." Smiling into the kiss I broke it looking over my shoulder to our daughter. "Hope, thank you. You don't need to learn control anymore. You're ready." She dropped down on her knees wrapping her arms around the both of us. Charles and I both each wrapped an arm around her releaved to actually be together as a family once again. She breaks the hug raising a brow to her father. "I'm not sure if I like you bald, dad." He weakly chuckled alongside her resting a hand ontop of his head knowing it's gone. "It shall be an adjustment that's for sure, sweetheart."

Getting to my feet I walked to the edge of the ledge seeing Erik standing on the ground. Opening my hands I lowered myself down to the ground with him. He removes the helmet running a hand through his hair avoiding my gaze. "Aurora I - I'm sorry for what I did. I just thought giving into my pain was the only way..." I could see tears in his eyes causing me to fling my arms around his neck burying my face against his chest. He slowly wrapped his arms around my waist crying into my shoulder for a few moments. "Hey E, look at me alright. You joined the bad yes - but you did the right thing and fought for good in the end. That's what truly matters." He sniffed through tears staring up at where Charles and the others were still at currently. "Would it be alright if went back to the school with you. Would Hope allow it?' I could hear the nerves in his tone of voice so intertwined our hands giving him a gentle grin. "I think she'll love that. I know I do. Come on let's go home."

The elevator door opened as I pushed my hair over my shoulder seeing Charles already down here waiting for me. Erik turned my direction with a smile. Together he, Hope and Jean re-built the school with their powers so it was completely back to normal. Intertwining my hands together in front of me the three of us watched Hope come out of the elevator rushing to her uncle with opened arms. He hugged her back ruffling her hair a little with an actual smile that I hadn't ever seen except the day she was born. "Hey how about the next time we reunite. You don't you know try and destory the world. Sound like a plan uncle Erik?" He chuckled throwing his head back where Charles and I had to join in too. "I'll absolutely try, little X. Don't grow up too fast on your parents. Although...I think a guy likes you." He whispered the last part in her ear eyeing Peter who was waiting for her before Raven and Hank would start the drills for training. "Bye Uncle E. Love you." She waves bye blushing like crazy walking away from the three of us.

"I still have hope for the world." Charles trailed off sitting in his chair wearing a blue shirt. Erik bends his down chuckling lightly. "Oh, yes. Hope. You're continuing search." Tucking hair behind my ear I tilt my head to our friend pointing out. "You were right to pick that name for her, Erik. She is the best parts of Charles and I." He smiled down at me where Charles stared up to him. "I was right about Raven. I was even right about you...and Aurora." Erik puts his hands in the pockets of his grey suit jacket shaking his head. "What about the rest of the world. Doesn't it ever wake you up in the middle of the night. The feeling that someday they'll come for you, and your children?" Charles and I turned to each intertwining our freehands together. "Yes it does, Erik." I replied to him asking another question confused. "What do you do when you wake up to that?" Charles eyes him carefully as he spoke. "I feel a great swell of pity for the pour soul that comes to my school looking for trouble. You're sure Rora and I can't convince you to stay?" Erik smiled back to us heading for the elevator. "You're psychic, Charles. You can convince me to do anything." Charles glanced over his shoulder calling back. "Goodbye old friend." He shouted back stepping inside. "Good luck, Professor. Oh and Rora...thank you forgiving me." I smiled getting one more look at my friend. "See you soon, E."

Charles shifted in his wheelchair staring towards his sister. She was staying in her natural blue form from now on. Hank was at the control table in his beast form too. Hope stood near Peter opening her hands revealing the golden power. Scott had new glasses and was near Jean. We even manged to locate Storm and someone named Nightcrawler bringing them to the school. From the looks of it of someone ever attacked the school this group of kids would defend it always. "Forget everything you think you know. Whatever lessons you learned in school, whatever you're parents taught you. None of that matters. You're not kids anymore. You're not students. You're X-Men." Raven declared to the new hero group. Hank pressed a button revealing the old sentinels as a form of training. "So who's the one our daughter likes, love?" Charles whispered into my mind making me chuckle bending down on a knee so I'm his level. He followed the tip of my index finger seeing that I was pointing to Peter. "My God I'm not ready for her to have a boyfriend. You know we could just-" He waves his right hand around wanting to use his power on all boys still. Covering my mouth with my left hand I start giggling at the thought but still shake my head no. "Charles, we have to accept the fact that she's growing up. Although I may have a solution myself..." Charles smirks when I climbed ontop his lap wrapping my arms around his neck smirking through my thoughts. "Let's have another baby, Charles." He cups my face in his hands searching for hesitation at all since he would have to take the serum again. Resting my hands on his shoulders I asked leaning down giving him a quick kiss. "What do you think, Professor X?" He wrapped his left arm around my waist holding me close to him while his other hand moves the joystick turning us so we went inside the elevator. The door closed behind us as he grinned lovingly up at me. "I'd love nothing more than that, Rora." That's when he finally kissed me.

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Elucien | A Taste of the Autumn Fire

warning(s): mature, curse words, male oral receiving word count: 1018

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"Pants off, my love, we need to try something!"

With that the door to Lucien’s study room flew open, slamming against the wall.

Utterly startled and slightly terrified of his mate suddenly storming into the room, Lucien dropped all the reports he had been holding and clasped his hand over his heart. 

Elain had requested what?

"Don’t look at me like I have grown another head. We have to try something. Why have you never told me about that? Males like that or at least that‘s what Nesta’s book has told me. I want to kiss you." Elain beamed at her mate, carefully closing the door and then waddling over to where her mate sat.

"Then kiss me!"

"Not on your mouth, silly. There," Elain announced, pointing at Lucien’s crotch. The Autumn Court male’s eyes must have fallen out of his head.

"Th-ere?" Both of them were now pointing at his crotch.

"Yes, I want to…erm…taste you. Put my mouth on you? May I? Or do you not enjoy such things?"

A nervous laugh left Lucien’s mouth, first nodding and then shaking his head. Gods, he would enjoy that so much.

"Well, then perfect!" Elain clapped her hands and closed the distance between them. Had he said that out loud? Lucien asked himself. 

"Tell me what to do! Do we stay here? I will get on my knees, right?” Inhaling sharply, Lucien watched his mate kneel down in front of him, always careful of the amethyst dress she was wearing so that it would not crinkle while taking her place between his legs.

Bracing her slim, delicate hands on his strong thighs, Elain beamed. Looking up at her mate with her big fawn eyes, anticipation and excitement laced her features. "Now…" she drawled, slowly letting her hands slide higher to the laces of his pants.

Lucien clasped his hand over hers. "Please, don’t do anything you don’t want."

"But I want to. There is probably nothing I would want more than that." She grinned and Lucien threw his head back, laughing.

"Gods flower, I love you so much." 

"I love you!" 

"Well then, show me what those books have taught you. I am very keen on finding out." A smirk replaced Lucien’s smile, his brow moving up.

Dipping her chin, an eager look appeared on Elain’s face while she curled her fingers around the laces and started to untie his pants. 

"Good lords, someone seems eager!" Elain expressed, grinning at her made and the obvious eagerness and anticipation in front of her.

"My mate is kneeling in front of me and wants to put her mouth on me, how can I not be eager?" Lucien stated, a loop-sided grin plastering his face.

Elain moved her hand over him, freeing him fully and then curled her fingers around her mate’s proud length, fluttering her lashes while meeting his gaze and slowly starting to  stroke him. That was something they had done before. 

"Like that, Lord Lucien?"

Chest heaving, Lucien braced his hands on the armrests, "Just like that, flower. Just—fuck…"

Lucien was gone when Elain did exactly what she had suggested beforehand. She kissed him. And then again and again before slowly wrapping her lips around him, teasing and licking his tip.

Lucien groaned, the sight of his mate on her knees and her mouth on him seemed like a sin to him.

"Just like that. Gods….you are making me feel so good. So good…” His leg jerked up on its own accord, while he threaded his hands in Elain’s silken hair. He tried to keep his thrusts shallow. Elain suckled, bobbing her head and Lucien entered a state of utter satisfaction, pleasure and pure bliss. “Gods, flower, you are my end.” He felt Elain grin around him and knew in that moment that he was close—terrible close. Could he do it? In her mouth?

“Flower, I have to? Can I—? In your mouth?” Lifting her gaze to meet his she signalled him that it would be fine. That actually she wanted nothing more in this moment. Elain hollowed her cheeks and swallowed around him and that was his undoing. Lucien came with a shout on his lips that was both a curse and his mate’s name, spilling into her. 

Triumph and excitement bubbled inside of Elain and after she had removed her mouth and wiped the back of her hand over it, she grinned from ear to ear. 

Pride and pleasure reached her through the bond, stretching out and filling her with heat. 

Lucien heaved Elain onto his lap, slinging his arms around her middle and moving her as close to him as possible. Elain‘s arms snuck around her mate‘s neck, tangling her fingers in his long hair. “Was it to your liking, my love?“ Elain breathed against her mate‘s mouth, fingers stilling in his hair, Chest heaving, Lucien leaned his forehead against hers and exhaled, deep and long. “Flower, you honestly have no idea how good you made me feel. You…no, I have no words other than I love you so fucking much. This was divine.“

Elain snickered, furiously blushing while she flashed her mate the biggest grin possible. Then her lips closed over his again, her hand moving to his neck, squeezing. Elain gasped into her mate‘s mouth when he started kneading her butt. 

“Lord Lucien,“ she giggled, pulling back. 

“We need to get rid of that. I love you in this dress, but now I just want to see it on the floor alongside those—“ Lucien stopped, sliding his hands under the dress and up to Elain‘s butt. “Oh, you cruel thing. We also do need to get rid of those satin panties.“ His grin was mischievous when he hoisted Elain up and walked them over to the bed. 

“Until the early morning hours I will show you exactly how good you made me feel, petal.“ His grin mirrored hers, when Elain was softly placed down on the mattress, her heart exploding with love and euphoria. “I think I would like that a lot.”

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They got no idea about me and you ~ demon!wanda x vampire!reader (part 2)

Monster High School AU

Part 1

summarry: Wanda takes you home

Warnings: Fingering, mommy kink, cunnilingus

Words: *1k words*

a/n: I'm realy sorry this took so long! :) I hope you enjoy!

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After what just happened you feel like you can’t even go back to the meeting. You grab a glass of water and head back. Wanda sits there with that stupid grin on her face. You’re so desperate for her touch. The whole rest of the meeting you can't even look at her. The feeling of her gaze makes you clench your thighs.  

When the meeting is finished the lunch ladies give you a disgusted, judgemental look. Before you can grab your coat and your bag, everyone is gone except for Wanda. Her amused look says it all. Wanda’s hands are on your shoulders and her face moves to your ear. “Are you ready to have some more fun, baby?” 

She gives you a quick kiss on your cheek. Then she whispers in your ear again. “Meet me in my car.” You hurry to get all your stuff and walk to the parking lot. You see her looking at you from her car. You walk to her car and get in. 

Wanda starts the car and starts driving to her house. After a while her hand is on your thigh. The feeling of her hand on you feels nice. Her hand starts moving and inches up to your wetness. “Wanda, can’t we wait till we’re at your house?” She keeps quiet. You can see in her face that she has big plans for you. Your thighs move closer together at the thought of what you’ll be doing later. Wanda lets out a chuckle. 

Her fingers linger for a few minutes on your thigh. Even though you’re wearing pants you can feel the heat of her hand near your wetness. Wanda holds her hand near the button of your pants as a signal for you to unbutton them. You do as she wants. Wanda has a sly smirk on her face now. You follow her orders and she doesn’t even have to say them out loud. 

You lift your hips and pull your pants down to your knees. Quickly Wanda’s hands move your panties aside. Her fingers move up and down your slit. Her fingers then linger above your clit. You have the feeling she’s waiting for something. “Please Wanda just touch me. I need you. I can’t wait anymore.” 

Then, when you think she’s gonna pull away, she puts her fingers on your clit. The sudden pressure makes you whimper. Her fingers start moving in slow circles. The pressure is enough to get you close. When you feel like you’re climaxing she pulls her fingers away. “Uh uh. You only get to come when I say so.” You let out a whimper you didn’t mean to let out. 

When you feel your orgasm washing away, Wanda puts her fingers on your clit again. But this time she uses more pressure. She lets you get closer but pulls away before you can climax, again. “Wanda, why don’t you let me come? Haven’t I been a good girl?” She looks slightly annoyed now and lets out a small sigh. “We're almost there.” Both of her hands are on the wheel again. 

You arrive at Wanda’s house. It’s a beautiful home with lots of windows. Wanda steps out of the car and you open your door. “No no, I'll open it for you.” She opens the door for you and you walk to the house. The moment the front door closes, she pushes you against it. Her hands are on your hips and her lips are on your neck. Her face moves closer to your ear and she whispers in your ear. “Are you ready to have some fun?” You nod enthusiastically. 

That smirk appears on her face once again. “Let’s move over here then, shall we?” She takes your hand in hers and moves you both to the couch. She lays you on your back and straddles you. You pull her down by her shirt and start kissing her. She deepens the kiss and licks your bottom lip, asking for permission. You open your mouth slightly and her tongue enters. She moans in your mouth. 

Her hands start moving from your hips, under your shirt and start pulling on your shirt. You help her get your shirt off and then help her with her shirt. She looks so amazing, you think to yourself. Her hands land on your tits. She moves with her thumbs over your nipples, hardening them. Her hands move to your back and you lean forward a bit. Wanda takes off your bra. She looks at you like she sees you for the first time. 

Your pants and panties are next. She starts kissing at your neck and slowly goes lower. She lingers on your breasts for a bit and kisses both of them. She kisses your ribcage and finally lands where you need her the most. Her breath tickles and she looks up to you. You give her a pleading look. Then, she licks your folds while keeping a firm grip on your hips. That way you can’t move.

You try to keep all the sounds in by pressing your lips together. “Baby, I want to hear you. Let all those pretty sounds out for me.” You no longer press your lips together and let her hear you. Wanda has a proud look on her face. She makes you feel like this. She makes you feel good. “Oh, Wanda, please don’t stop.” Even though you told her not to, she still stops. “That's not my name, baby” Your head turns red in shame. “Mommy, please keep going, don’t sto-'' She enters her tongue. 

She starts using her fingers. With the added pressure on your clit, you feel like you’re gonna come any minute now. Wanda keeps going and for a minute you’re afraid she’s going to pull away again. “I’m so close. Please don’t pull away.” She keeps going and you come for the first time tonight. It feels magical. You come down from your high and Wanda massages your thighs. “Are you okay, baby?” 

You look at her with admiration in your eyes. “I’ve never been better.” She helps you dress yourself and then herself. She, then, disappears into the kitchen and comes out with two mugs of hot chocolate. “I thought we could watch a movie together. “I'd love that, Wanda.” You two put on a romantic movie and cuddle for the rest of the night. 

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Lucifer's Girl (4)

I open my eyes to see Lucifer was gone and I was alone in the room. I slowly get up, feeling a sharp pain in my stomach; I winced but stood up, holding onto the bedpost. I look straight ahead into an old mirror to see I was cleaned up. No more blood covering my skin, no more armor or weapons on me; I wore a black flowy dress that went to the floor. I walk out of the room, going down several halls to see Lucifer sitting on a throne. "No, as I said, she is staying here until she is better! You will respect her and listen to her as you do me! I don't care if you feel that way! WHAT I SAY GOES!! YOU HAVE BEEN REPLACED. GET OVER IT!! IF I EVER FIND OUT YOU HURT HER, I WILL KILL YOU!" He screamed at her as his eyes turned a blood red.

"Yes, my love." Abaddon smirked as she walked away, looking at me before she left. Wait for what? My love? I stood there for a minute before I felt someone grab my arm tightly, leading me out to Lucifer. His eyes grew wide as he saw me up. "I found this one wondering the halls and lingering." The demon says to him.

"Bring her to me." He commanded him. I was slowly walked up the steps before I was brought before him. "Come here." He beckons me with his finger. I walk over to him to have him pick me up setting me on his lap as he wrapped one arm around me as the other rested on my head. "Don't you ever touch her like that again! Now gather all demons here!!" The demon disappeared as more of them started appearing. "Listen up! This is your Queen; you will treat her with respect and obey her commands as you do me. If I find out you are not doing those things, I will smite you on the spot!" He threatened them. They all nodded and disappeared, leaving us in the room. "How do you feel, my Queen?" He whispered as his breath was on my neck. "My stomach hurts; I have a sharp pain in it," I tell him truthfully.

"Well, I think by tomorrow, you should be fine." He places his hand on my stomach, trying to heal it. He eased up my pain a little bit, making me sigh in relief. "Better?"

"Yes."

"Now, my little warrior, a little birdie tells me your fallen are back in your meadow. They also rejoice for you ending the war and the courage to take on Satan alone. That during that battle, you won the heart of the beast, making him promise never to cause you harm." He smiles with a roll of his eyes playfully at what my people say.

"I don't see a lie." I chuckle as I hold my stomach in pain. His mouth dropped open in a playful gasp. "I won that fight." I continue.

"I didn't fight you, missy." He pokes me playfully as I giggle. He had a giant smile on his face as I teased him. "Because I didn't give you a chance. Just admit it you lost."

"Sure, sure, let's go with that." He smiles as he shakes his head. "You know I could never hurt you."

"Exactly why I won." I continue with my antics smiling as I lift my chin. "I know you wouldn't hurt me either." He puts his thumb on my chin, making me look into his crystal eyes. "This is true."

"You are adorable; you know that?"

"I try." He leans in, shaping his lips on mine as his facial hair gently rubbed on my face. I ran my hands rough his ruffled blonde hair before pulling his head closer to me.

"My king." I heard Abaddon say. I felt him move to hold up a finger to her to wait as he pulled me closer into the kiss before pulling back. 'We will continue this later.' He thought to me as he rested his forehead on mine before looking over to her. "What, can't you see I'm busy?"

"We found it, sire." She says with her head bowed. Lucifer straightened up before patting my back, signaling I need to stand up. I stood up, watching him walk away. 'I'll be right back.'

"Take her to my room." He commands her as he walks out the double doors. I stood up, following her back to the room. "You know he doesn't care about you, right? You are just good for the time being until he finds a new toy. I was in your shoes before you showed up. Him doing sweet little things for you, giving your favorite flowers, telling you things he swears he never said to anyone else. The sex is amazing, though! It won't last. He moves on to the next very quickly. I wouldn't get used to being Queen down here just yet because as soon as you do, you'll be replaced. I don't think those marks will change who he is; he's the Devil, causing problems, and sinning is who he is. If I were you, I'd leave now to save yourself from heartbreak." She crossed her arms, standing outside of his door.

"Don't talk to me that way, do you understand me!?! I will do what I wish and be with who I wish." I hold my hand up, making her writhed in pain, dropping to the floor. She started screaming from the excruciating pain as I watched with joy. Demons began to gather around, watching what I was doing to her. Then I saw Lucifer leaning against the wall, watching me with arms crossed and a giant grin on his face. I stopped and stood over her. "Consider this a lesson." I walk into Lucifer's room, slamming the door. I stare into the old mirror, trying to control my temper, when I heard the door open and shut. "Leave me alone." I grit my teeth. "Woah, she must have upset you." He holds his hands up in defense. "Doll, tell me what's wrong?" He stood next to me, massaging my shoulders.

"Your ex-girlfriend." I grit my teeth. How could he not tell me about her? He kills every other demon when they treat me poorly, but when she does it, he does nothing! He still has feelings for her!!

"Oh, I see what's going on. She's jealous of you. Let me guess she told you we were a thing?" He laughs, not taking this seriously.

"Yes, along with other things." I glare at him in the mirror.

"Show me what she said." He growls, growing frustrated at what she could have said to make me act out. I open my mind to him, showing our whole conversation. He started laughing, wiping a tear from his eye. "What's so funny?" I question. "Honey, she wants you to leave. I was never a thing with her. Yeah, I used her one time, but she was only a toy to me. You, you, my beautiful Queen, are the only woman to make me feel this way." He kissed my neck lightly, sending chills down my spine as he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer to him. "You are the only one for me." He whispers. "We are meant for each other, baby." He went up to my ear, slowly sucking on it. I let a small moan escape my lips feeling him smiling in my neck. "What do you say we show them who's girl you are?" It was very tempting, but I was still in pain and didn't want him to leave me afterward. "Leave you?" He turns me around, looking into my eyes. "I'd never leave you. You aren't my toy. You are my girl. If you aren't ready, then that's okay. We will wait until you are ready." He brushed my hair behind my ear, looking me in the eyes. "Alright, let's get you to bed so you can rest." He takes my hand to lead me to the bed before moving the covers for me. It was mid-afternoon, and I was ready to sleep; even only being up for an hour, I'm ready for bed. I lay down, feeling the bed shift next to me to see Lucifer took his usual spot to watch me sleep. I scoot closer to him, wanting to cuddle with him. He got the hint and got in the covers with me, pulling me close to him spooning me. "Go to sleep, my Queen. I'll be here when you wake." He kissed my head. His warmth was so soothing, and being in his strong arms, I felt safe. I close my eyes, slowly drifting to sleep.

**** I walk down an unfamiliar town seeing structures I've never seen before made out of glass and metal reaching for the skies. The ground was a hard black giant rock with lines painted over it while metal things sped by. I saw Lucifer standing in the middle of it, causing these structures to fall, making everyone scream in terror. He was causing so much havoc and distraction. "Lucifer, stop this!" I go over to him, but he used his powers, shoving me out of the way. "Lucifer, STOP!! PLEASE!!" I beg him, but he continued to ignore me. I finally broke free as strange men dressed in weird clothes came over to help me. I tried to stop him, but he refused to listen as he yelled at his father to come down here and talk to him. The sky began to darken, turning day into night. I pushed Lucifer out of the way from getting shot with archangel blades getting stabbed in the heart. He stopped looking at me, shocked, before running over to me. "Freyja!?! Why, why did you save me?"

"I couldn't let you die. I promised you I'd take care of you, and I did. Hey, promise me you'll look after Jack and the boys. I love you." I breathe before I die. Lucifer sat there and cried as he held me in his arms. "What have you done?" A man in a trench coat walks over, asking him. Lucifer went to snap his fingers but then looked at me before putting his hand down. "She wasn't supposed to die." He cried tears of sorrow. He tried to bring me back, but nothing worked.

I sat up, gasping, looking over to my side to see Lucifer sitting against the headboard with his head hung down. "Freyja, this isn't going to work out." He sighs.

"What?" I look at him, confused.

"I'm too dangerous to be around. You are going to end up dead because of me."

"The future always changes; nothing is set in stone. Just don't go and destroy Midgard. Just be with me and be happy. Will I ever be enough for you?" I look down, realizing it's me that's the problem.

"Of course, you'll be enough. I mean, look how long we were together. That's way in the future I don't even know what half that stuff was. We are in the 13th century right now, and that must be in what like 20 centuries? Clearly, we work out, but I got angry and had the need to cause a scene with you dying as a result."

"The future isn't set in stone. A decision can change everything. It's all in your hands Lucifer, would you rather revenge or a life with me?" I give him two choices as I grab his hand. He looked up at me for the first time, and I saw his eyes were a puffy red as those blue pools turned a dark blue. "I want to be with you." He finally says. I scoot closer to him, pulling him in my arms comforting him. "Then that's all you have to do."

"Freyja, I can't let you get hurt. I'd rather distance myself from you to keep you safe than watch you die." He hugs me back.

"If you want me to leave, then I will." I run my hand through his hair. "I guess you are so angry you can't let it go and live a nice long eternity with me," I state as I kiss the top of his head before getting off the bed. I get ready to leave when he pops up in front of me, holding my hand. "Don't leave."

"Lucifer, you have to choose. Me or revenge." I give him the two choices. He sighed, looking down at the floor before looking into my eyes. "I choose you."

"Do you promise me?" I ask him for certainty, not wanting to be lied to.

"Yes, my dear."

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The Huntress (preview)

*Following is an Erotic/Horror/Fanfiction based on the character and rough lore from The huntress/Dead by Daylight, contains lots of Gore, sexual content and snuff”

The adrenaline had left me and my vision began to fade as I heard the lullaby again growing closer and closer I blacked out as the feeling of something yank one of the hatchets from my back.

The huntress easily carry’s my body through the over grown forest axe in hand whilst singing her lullaby until she arrived at a almost ancient looking worn down cabin, the smell of blood and death hung in the air before getting close to it, upon entering the cabin she threw me down on a wooden table as casual as a mother bringing home groceries.

My vision came to as well as a sharp unbearable pain ran through my back and down my core unable to move from a metal collar around my neck tied me to the table and a a heavy force pinning me down from the huntress’s knee as she stitched up my back all I could do was scream out in paint which was met with the huntress’s gaze as she lowered her mask covered face down to me a finger pressed to her lips signalling me to be quiet the pitch black holes in the mask were the eyes would be seemed to stare into my soul.

I laid my head on the blood soaked table quietly crying and clenching down while she finished her work until a hatchet appeared in front of me I gulped closing my eyes and accepting my fate my head is suddenly whipped back by my hair before the collar stops me the hatchet swings between my face and the table cutting the rope from my collar freeing me only to be dragged off the table and across the what appears to be the kitchen floor into another room containing a couch lots of leather and pelts from skinned animals which heads were mounted on the walls as trophies I crawled as fast as I could to keep up with her to prevent more pulling of my hair leaving behind my blood covered clothes on the kitchen floor.

Beside the couch was a thick metal cage almost like a large dog crate which she led me to opening the door ahead of me I moved forward knowing what she was hinting at only to get a foot kicked against my bare ass sending me hard into the back of the cage I turned to be met with a slam of the cage door without even a glance back to me she covered the cage with a long pelt cover blocking out any light from lighting the cage a small hole int the cover let me see from a loud click from a heavy lock securing the cage shut, through the hole I saw her leave the room to a separate room behind the couch slamming the door shut behind her I put my head down to the fur lined floor of the cage sobbing quietly when the silence of the cabin is broke by a loud creaking and banging from the room she had entered followed shortly by heavy moaning.

I don’t recall falling asleep but I wake up sore and spaced out the smell of cooking meat broke through the thick covering still blocking out the light preventing me from even knowing if it was even day or night, it tuck all my effort to sit up and press the my cheek against the cage door to peer through the hole I was shocked to see my boyfriend Taylor blindfolded sat upon the couch just feet away from me with clear bruising among his face, everything in me wanted to call out to him but the fear held me back.

I jumped back down pretending to have just woken up after hearing the huntress come back into the room the footsteps grew loud telling me she was coming to me I waited facing the door expecting her then suddenly cool air and bright sunlight shot threw above me as she lifted the cover above me exposing me to the cool air and bright light causing my eyes to shut burning got splatter bounced off my face and body causing be to jump back I got a small glimpse of the cuts of fat that she had dropped through the bars above before the light was closed off again.

The smell of the cooked meat made my stomach rumble I searched the inside of my small cage for the bits of fat she had dumped I picked them up from the dirty fur ground and gobbled them down not even considering what meat it came from my stomach empty from the adrenaline and experiences my body had been through, with only a couple pieces of meat devoured I was back to peeking through the hole in the cover seeing her sat on the couch what appeared to be feeding Taylor, I shot back again as she stood up heading back into the kitchen.

“psst, Taylor,” I quietly spoke out to no response.

I gulped and went to speak out again when the front of the cover is pulled back I froze in my place glancing up to those black dead eyes, she kneeled and slid an old looking frying pan into the bottom of the cage the left over grease that had already began to be solid in the bottom of the pan I pulled away from disgusting mess only to be yanked down my face an ich of the pan as the huntress held me there with my hair, I hesitantly dragged my tongue across the grease filled pan break the chunks of grease in my mouth feeling it melt in my mouth made my stomach turn, I got down 2 mouthfuls before I feel her hand release my hair I pull back slightly looking up to her seeing her staring right back down at me her arms crossed as she waited for me to finish.

Tears dropped into the pan as I continued lapping up the thick grease from the pan until it was to her satisfaction and was pulled from under me her hand returning again to grab me by the hair as I am guided to the kitchen she throws the pan in the sink and I hear rattling of chains the end of one chain was a padlock that she attached to the collar around my neck which she used to guide me to the door, cool fresh air sent a chill down my naked body as I was lead down the porch and into the grass though what to expect was terrifying me finally breathing fresh air and not the musky stale air mix with blood and death was a relief.

It felt like an hour as passed of crawling my way through dirt thorn bushes and branches I was exhausted and broken I started pleading with the huntress as guiding me with he leash changed to pulling me as I struggled to keep pace.

“please, please don’t kill me” I spoke out that was me met to little or no response from the huntress.

“plea..” I attempted to beg once more before being interrupted by pulling up on my leash choking me for a moment before tying rope from my mouth behind my head so tight not only could I no longer speak but the rope began to the corners of my mouth and my cheeks, tears ran down my cheek for the next couple minutes I am more or less dragged through the overgrowth more than I am crawling until I reach a place I recognise a circler open patch of grass where I found Taylors shirt 2 large pools of blood stained the ground where I was attacked She lead me to the centre where the a single tree stood and tied my leash to it pad locking the chain to itself before taking off behind me I could hear her humming the lullaby again getting quieter and quieter as she gets further away.

A few minutes pass thinking she had ditched me here for good I begin pulling on my chain to prevail. I was curled up in the bottom of the tree crying to myself when I heard it a faint voice in the tree line in front of me.

“Taylor! Katie!” the shouts seemed to echo through the tree’s making it impossible to figure where Ben’s voice was coming from exactly.

“Ben!....  Help me!” I yell as I try to stand the chain attaching me to the bottom of the tree barely making me able to stand above the bushes that circled the open, suddenly a glimpse of a blue shirt darts between the tree line.

“Ben! Over here!” I scream waving my hands frantically to get his attention.

With that the bushes in front break open and Ben comes running through freezing in his steps as he sees the state of me.

“Come on Ben get me out of here!” I urge seeing the panic come across his face snapping him out of the shock he runs over grabbing the chain on the tree again to no use he turns his attention to my collar.

“fucking hell Katie who did this ive been searching eve…..”.

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[enllusionsmania]

b i r t h d a y k i s s e s

pairing : en- park sunghoon x fem!reader

genre : slight fluff

note : wherein a park sunghoon manages to get sick on his birthday 🥳

C H A R A C T E R S

𝐊𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐧

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 : 𝐊𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢

𝐀𝐆𝐄 : 𝟐𝟎 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬

𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈 : 𝐄𝐍𝐅𝐏 🦊 (Campaigner)*

𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧

𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 : 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧

𝐀𝐆𝐄 : 𝟐𝟏 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬

𝐌𝐁𝐓𝐈 : 𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐉 🐧 (Logistician)*

'Cause my love is mine, all mine

I love mine, mine, mine

Nothing in the world belongs to me

But my love mine, all mine, all mine

Kyran rushed to and fro as she prepared for the boy's arrival. In fact she'd been putting together this little surprise of hers for hours now. Maybe it was a bit spontaneous, but that was usually the way she liked to do things. She'd already bought him a gift and yeah they'd went out to dinner a few nights prior in honor of his special day, but in the back of the girl's head, she knew then that it wasn't enough. At least not for her because this was the one day out of the year he had absolutely no ground to stand on when it came to allowing the girl to spoil him as she wished.

So as she put the finishing touches, she finally let the slightest breath of both relief and satisfaction escape her pretty lips. Everything was perfect, and the only thing missing now was the boy himself.

She walked toward the high top counter, grabbing her phone - quick to dial his number. The line rang for an unreasonably long time, causing a furrow to appear between the space of her brows. The girl pursed her lips but still waited patiently, until finally she could faintly hear the click signaling the line had connected.

A bright smile pulls her lips up and she clears her throat, speaking softly. "Hey Hoon, you there..?"

It took a moment, but eventually his voice is heard. "... Hi princess, I'm here.."

Kyran blinked, brows furrowing even more if possible.

"What's wrong? Why does your voice sound like that...?"

"Sound like what? Sexier than usual hm?"

"Real funny but no. You sound terrible- please don't tell me you're getting sick?"

"I'm not getting sick." His voice hoarse, a major contrast to his smooth dulcet tone, telling her all she needed to know. Her frown deepened.

"You're lying..." She whined and she could hear his breathy chuckle, that still managed to bring the smallest grin to her lips before it fell again.

"Yah... You said tell you I wasn't sick so I did." He defended, and the girl chuckled humorlessly.

"I can not believe this, when did you start getting sick? Why haven't you said anything you bum?"

"I'm not sick though."

"You're lying. You're a liar, I'll be over in 20 minutes."

"God, I love you." He spoke, before slipping into a fit of coughs.

"Yeah I know. See you soon."

Without a second thought she began gathering everything she could think of that he would need, knowing he wasn't the best at taking care of himself properly when he was sick.

By the time she'd finished she had a bag full. She dressed warmly, tugging the scarf even closer to her neck as she stepped past the threshold of her apartment door.

—

Kyran presses her ringed finger to the bell, before immediately putting her hand back into her pocket. She isn't waiting long when the door is opened, revealing the sweet face of the boy. She smiles softly; especially seeing his forlorn state in person.

Sunghoon steps back, allowing room for the shorter to enter the apartment. Kyran is quick to kick off her shoes and set her bag down, before she lifts her head taking him in. His form is wrapped securely in a blanket. In the tiny hole where his face is, the girl notices the irritable red of the boy's nose. And as if right on cue, he sneezes.

"Awe you poor baby." She moves closer to him, wrapping her arms around his waist. She pulls back just enough to look at his face and sighs. "You just planned to suffer all alone- and on your birthday no less...!"

"I'm sick. And it's bad karma to be mean to a sick person." 

Kyran lets him go, turning to retrieve her bag. She holds it up just enough for him to see.

"Yeahyeah so mean, so I'll just eat this soup by myself then." With that she walks off toward the boy's kitchen, as he helplessly follows after her like a lost puppy. Knowing this, Kyran can't help but to smile to herself.

—

She prepared his soup and gave him his medicine after 30 minutes of convincing. And now the pair sit shoulder to shoulder, perched comfortably in his bed with mugs of tea in their hands.

Kyran's eyes are trained upon the TV before them, quietly watching the cartoon that plays. However it seems muted as only the sound of Sunghoon's soft breaths can be heard. She turns her head to gaze at the side of his face. He's blinking his eyes tiredly, before again for the nth time that evening, sneezing.

"Did you finish your tea?" Kyran wonders, eyes never shifting. The boy peeks at her with a nod of his head. "...Here.." She takes the mug from his hand, and with her own she begins to climb from the bed.

"...Yah I'm sick..! Where are you going..?" His expression funnily enough mimics one of betrayal, and this makes the girl chuckle lightly.

"It wasn't so long ago you didn't even want me to know you were sick.." She sasses, but he only rolls his eyes.

"Yeah well you do now, so you can't just leave."

"Nobody's leaving you big baby. I'm taking these to the kitchen." She explains, holding the mugs up for him to see.

"Oh." He blinks.

"Yeah." She smiles at his pouty expression and turns on the balls of her feet, leaving the room.

Sunghoon's P.O.V. (3rd person)

A few minutes go by and Sunghoon begins growing impatient with the lack of Kyran's presence. As sick as he is, all he really wants to do is cuddle with his girlfriend.

He stifles a cough, glancing at the cracked door. Wondering, if he should just go and get the girl himself. But as soon as he starts to pull the covers from his body in Kyran walks, and in the dim lighting the first thing Sunghoon notices is the lit candle poking out of a cupcake.

"....Heyyy what's this?" He asks, the smile growing slowly the closer she approaches.

She doesn't say anything at first, instead taking her place in the bed right beside him. Kyran sits on her knees, facing him with the gentlest expression, that maybe he's ever seen on her. With the light of the candle, her eyes glimmer as she stares at him. Her teeth trap her lip briefly, but then her tinted lips part and she speaks.

"If I'm being honest, I know we already celebrated your birthday and maybe it was meant to be that way since you ended up sick... but I- well you know I can't help myself..."

Sunghoon smiles at her, tucking a loose strand of the girl's short hair behind her ear. "You planned something didn't you?"

"Yeah... I did."

"I'm sorry princess, we can-"

"Nope. Weirdly enough I think the time we've spent so far is way better than what I had planned. I think I just wanted to make you feel special, so I'm sorry that I couldn't-"

Sunghoon pinches Kyran's cheek and she raises a brow in confusion. "That's where I'll stop you, because you have done nothing but make me feel special and loved since you got here."

The girl's eyes widen, and he can see the sparkle in them as her expression asks if what he says is true. A soft sigh escapes him, "Really. Sick or not you've made this a great birthday K."

She pouts her lips, extending the cupcake in her hand toward him. He glances at it and smiles again. "It's your favorite." She whispers and his smile grows as he leans forward. With a breath he blows out the candle.

"Yay..! Did you make a wish?"

"Why make a wish when everything I want is right in front of me?"

He watches in amusement as the girl clicks her tongue, "Gosh you're so cheesy, you really didn't make a wish?"

"Of course I did, what you thought this was?!" He exclaims, making the girl across from him laugh heartily. He takes the cupcake from her, pulling the candle out to taste the frosting on the opposite end.

His face lights up and Kyran smiles, "May I try?"

He goes to hand her the treat, but she instead leans forward closing the space between them. Before Sunghoon can even react, Kyran's lips are pressed gently to his. And it takes but a second for the boy to react, returning the kiss. Warmth spreads through his body, successfully sending tingles down his arms and spine. When she pulls away, it's much too soon for his liking but her words soon pass softly between them.

"Happy birthday Hoon."

His hand lands on her nape, keeping her close, "You're totally going to get sick."

She smiles, "Yeah probably."

"But hey, I got my wish."

"And that was?"

"Birthday kisses. Obviously."

END

a / n : happiest of birthdays to k-pop’s ice prince 🥶 and my bf - park sunghoon 🎂🙌🏾

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[neverinadream]

My Champion

Summary: Mason's twin sister slips away with Christian so the two can properly celebrate his win at the Cup World Cup.

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, praise kink, a bit of begging, a tiny bit of hair pulling, oral (m recieving), unprotected sex

Requested: Yes

Notes: first time writing smut for pulisic and its been a while since I last wrote smut so I'm not as confident with this one, requests are open

"Looking for someone?"

Lewis watches his younger sister look in the direction of the door, a flicker of sadness in her eyes when it was just Thiago, Belle and their children walking through. Their brother, her twin, may have been oblivious to the recent change in their sister's love life, but Lewis had clocked on pretty quickly to the change. That and the messages he had accidentally seen on her phone Christmas morning.

"Yes - no!" Like a deer caught in the headlights, her head whips to her left to look at Lewis, eyes wide and eyebrows pinched together. "No," Y/N repeats, turning her phone face down on the bar as she turns her back to the door.

"Not even Mr Captain America?" He questions her, leaning back on his elbows. She grumbles at the snigger that leaves her older brother's lips. "Call it a brother's intuition-"

"That's not a thing."

"Course it is."

Y/N shakes her head, checking her phone as it vibrates against the bar top. It was just an email notification and not a message from Christian. She sighs, glancing back at Lewis. "How'd you find out?" Y/N asks him, praying that he hadn't blabbed to Mason.

"How'd you find about what?" Lewis and Y/N look at each other, the hesitation clear as day on their faces as Mason walks up to them. His eyes flicker between his brother and his twin sister. "What?" He stares at them both, pushing for an answer. "What is it?"

Lewis shakes his head. "Nothing," he mutters, pulling Mason into his side, his arm hung around his shoulders. His eyes pan to Y/N and then flicked over to the door; she followers his eyes, trying not to break into a wide smile as she spots Christian and Andreas entering together. "Let's get you a drink, yeah?" Lewis pulls Mason to the bar, nudging his sister with his free arm to leave whilst their brother was distracted.

She mouths thank you, collecting her clutch and phone off the bar and walking in Christian's direction. Her eyebrow raises as their eyes catch, subtly signalling him to meet her outside the rented space for tonight's celebrations. She doesn't need to look back to know he's making up some excuse to leave, grinning when she finally feels his hand wrapping around her wrist as she continues to walk down the corridor.

"Going somewhere?" Christian asks, gently spinning her around to face him. They both mirror each other's smile; one of those smiles where you can see that the person is genuinely happy. His fingers brush her hair behind her ear, dragging the backs of them softly along her jaw. "I've missed you," he whispers, checking over his shoulder to see who was around before leaning in to kiss her.

"Not here," Y/N mumbles, stopping him. She was too nervous about Mason or one of his other teammates catching them. "Come on," she knew there was a toilet not too far from them, shamelessly scouting the place when she had arrived.

Christian allows himself to be led down the corridor, a chuckle escaping when she pulls him into the toilet. "What are we doing in here?" He asks, his wandering thoughts answering his question for him. She tosses her clutch and phone onto the counter, fiddling with the ribbon of his medal and giving him a look that said, you know what we're doing in here. "We're celebrating my win in here?"

"This is just the start," Y/N replies, blindly searching with her hand to find the lock. A grin appears on her lipstick painted lips when she hears the click. Her arms lift over his shoulders, locking her fingers together as her hands cradle the back of his neck. "My champion deserves more than just a quick fumble in a toilet," Y/N pulls him towards her, lips brushing against his but not close enough for them to kiss, "a lot more."

His eyebrow jumps, tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip. "I like the sound of that," he mumbles, fingers hooking up her chin.

"Of course, you do."

"Can you blame me?" Christian chuckles, his lips so close to touching hers. It agonised him that they still talking and that he wasn't kissing her. "It's been nearly a month since I last saw you," he whines, his desperation audible in his voice, "I've missed you and your kisses."

"Then why are we still talking?"

Christian crashes his lips onto hers, a kiss so desperate after weeks of nothing but air kisses through a phone, yet still so soft and full of love. Y/N kisses him back, already parting her lips to allow his tongue to meet hers. He tightly holds her hips, guiding her away from the door and backing her up against the counter. She whimpers into his mouth as her bum hits the edge, him rushing out a quick apology.

"Never go away again," Y/N breaks the kiss, the bottoms of her feet meeting the cold floor as she quickly kicks off her heels.

"Never?" He chuckles, grinning as she nods her head. She leans into his touch, his fingers brushing her hair away from her face. "I can't really promise that," he tells her, softly kissing each of her cheeks, "but I'm not going anywhere right now."

"Good," she mutters, detaching her arms from around his neck. Her hands disappear under her dress, pulling her lace panties down her thighs and kicking them off. "I want you to fuck me," she orders, climbing up onto the counter, with Christian's help, "and then when you've made me cum, you can finish in my mouth; I know you've missed these pretty lips."

Her sordid mouth would be the death of him one day.

"This is a nice dress," he mumbles, pulling up her dress, stopping once it's bunched around her waist. He unzips his own jeans, tugging them down just enough to release himself from the confinement of his boxers. "Soo I'll try not to ruin it too much," he finishes his original thought.

"Ruin it, tear it, set it on fire," Y/N rambles, hooking her legs around his waist, "do whatever to it, I don't care; I just need you."

"Say please," his fingers hooked under her chin, tilting her to look up at him, "good girls say please for the things they want." He sniggers as her eyes roll back, eyelids slowly closely and a shiver running down her spine at the simple phrase. It was two simple words that left her acting like putty in his hands. "You are my good girl?" She nods her head. "Then say please."

"Please. Bitte. Por favor," Y/N rattled off in English, German and Spanish, her desperation growing impatient, "I'll say it in every-" She's stunned to silence as he pushes into her, one hand squeezing onto her thigh and easing in slowly until there's nothing left. Her whimpers are swallowed by his mouth, their lips coming together in an exchange of feverish kisses. "I've missed this," she murmurs against his lips, "I've missed you."

His fingers are sure to leave bruises on her thighs, his grip tightening each time he thrusts into her. A grunt tumbles from his mouth as he breaks the kiss, deep within the throat responses to the feeling he had missed so much. His mouth scatters kisses down her neck, restraining himself from littering her skin with his own personal stamp. That would just have to be saved for later when he would have time to imprint it on the inner of her thighs.

Y/N digs her nails through the material of his shirt and into his shoulders, drawing a hiss from the American's lips. "Deeper," she begs, desperate to chase her high.

"What's the magic word?" She whimpers, rolling her eyes but he doesn't see. "Use the magic world and I'll do as you say."

"Please, baby," she whimpers, a shiver running down her spine as his hips bottom out. He holds himself there for a few seconds before slowly pulling back. He repeats it over and over again, a half-laugh spilling from his lips each time she clenches around him. "Oh...my...God," she struggles to say, moaning his name under her breath and dropping her head into his neck.

One hand leaves her thigh and travels to the back of her head. His fingers curl between the strands of her hair, pulling on it until she's looking at him. "Are you going to cum for me?" Christian asks, lips tugging into a smirk as her eyes roll back. His other hand tugs her closer to the edge of the counter, her bum just titering on the edge. "Go on then," he encourages, thrusting harder, "cum for me."

Half strangled laughs of praise leave his lips as she cums, a high she had desperately needed after weeks of nothing rocking through her body. "That's it," he praises, fucking her through her high, restraining himself from cumming as she clenches tight around him, "good girl." His lips slowly kiss hers, capturing her moans in his mouth. "My good girl," he murmurs against her, continuing to praise her.

"I needed that," Y/N admits, whimpering as he eases himself out of her. She sinks to her knees, resting her hands against his thighs. He swallows hard as she gazes up at him, her lust-filled eyes piercing his. "But now it's your turn."

"Open that pretty mouth for me," he instructs, guiding himself between her lips as they part for him. She hums around him, the vibrations short-circuiting his brain and spurring his hips to thrust faster. "Ah, Jesus, fuck," Christian grunts, tightening his fingers as they curl around strands of her hair. He doesn't last much longer, cumming into her mouth and onto her tongue. "Good girl," he repeatedly praises her, wishing he would've lasted a little longer to feel pleasure only she could provide him.

Y/N wipes her bottom lip with her thumb, collecting the little bit of spillage as he eased himself out of her mouth. She sucks the pad into her mouth, cleaning her thumb and swallowing.

"So this is just the start, yeah?" Christian asks, watching her fix her makeup in the mirror. He settles his hands on her waist, kissing the back of her neck. "Maybe we should skip tonight and go straight back to mine." She grins at him in the mirror. "We both know you'd like that."

"I would like that," she mumbles, fixing her lipstick, "but you're not the only champion in my life tonight." Y/N turns around to face him, running her fingers through his curls. "Wait thirty seconds, remember?" He nods his head, kissing her. "We'll tell him soon," she mumbles against him, kissing him one last time, "I promise."

He watches her leave, sighing as she disappears behind the door.

"Mason?" Y/N asks, eyes wide as she comes face to face with her twin, who walks up the corridor.

"Where have you-"

Her brother is silenced as Christian emerges from the toilet, stumbling into her back. Mason's eyes shift between them, taking in Christian's slightly dishevelled hair and the flushed nature of both their cheeks. The revelation hits him like a hard slap across the face, blood boiling at his teammate's betrayal.

"My sister!?"

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[beyondspaceandstars]

That Black Tee

Relationship: Bucky Barnes x Reader Warnings: SMUT, NSFW, penetrative sex, fingers, slight metal arm kink, sex against a wall, semi-public sex, dirty talk - 18+, minors DNI. Summary: It was such a simple thing. Just a simple black tee-shirt. But the way Bucky wore it had you practically melting -- and he seemed to realize it, happily granting your needs A/N: idk guys there was just something about that black tee-shirt bucky wore in episode 4 of TFATWS. it got my mind wandering. and i love practicing writing smut i hope im getting better at it lmao

Masterlist

You knew you absolutely, utterly fucked the second Bucky took off his jacket, revealing that damn black tee.

So simple yet so fitting, so accentuating. He looked casual and cool yet incredibly powerful and dominant with that metal arm fully on display thanks to the short sleeves. Between that damn shirt and the hard expression he wore, you were pretty much done for. It took all you might to not march over to him right that second.

Bucky appeared to be aware of all this as he turned to you, feeling your eyes wandering shamelessly over him in that shirt. He just looked so… him. Not a soldier, not some asset, just him. And he was hot.

He shot you a little smirk, making your eyes widen, suddenly unreasonably worried your boyfriend could read your mind.

You two must’ve been too caught up in your silent communication because the next thing you heard was Sam asking if you were okay.

You jumped and forced yourself to look away from Bucky. "Yeah, Sam," you nodded, "I’m fine."

He hummed, suspicious. "Are you sure?"

But before you could answer, Bucky felt it was his time to chime in. "She’s a little distracted."

Your eyes widened again, this time sending a signal to your boyfriend to shut the hell up. He wouldn’t look at you and instead just laughed to himself.

"Distracted?" Sam questioned.

"I- I’m fine, really-,"

Bucky cut you off, "Actually, I need to talk with her about something."

Your jaw went slack as you tried finding some words of explanation, something to save yourself from this situation as you could see Sam’s concern growing. But nothing was able to come out before Bucky was grabbing your hand.

"You can’t talk to her out here?" Sam asked.

Bucky shook his head, profusely. "It’s a very private matter. Incredibly serious. Just between me and her."

"Bucky-," you just about yelped as he started walking to one of the off-shoot rooms from the living space. Sam tried asking more questions but Bucky promptly shut him down by slamming the door. Hard. It was a miracle the thing didn’t just fall right off its hinges. For whatever reason, that suddenly turned you on even more.

You stood there in the middle of the room watching as Bucky slowly turned to you. He had a playful glimmer in his eyes as he took in your nervous yet needy state. Your thighs were practically in pain from how hard you were trying to squeeze them together, wanting some relief to your core that was set ablaze by him. Him and that damn outfit. That damn hair. His damn face- God, you just needed your boyfriend right now.

Bucky walked towards you slowly, intensely. You tried averting your eyes to save yourself from crumbling but he stopped you. His fingers came to your chin, forcing you to look him in the eyes. He appeared to be just as eager.

"What happened back there, doll?" He asked just barely above a whisper. He held your chin firmly.

"What- What do you-,"

He chuckled. The fucker chuckled at your flustered state. "What do I mean? I mean that look you were giving me. How those eyes were peeling off my clothing piece by piece. Made me want to take you right there."

Bucky’s words went straight to your core. The wetness was pooling profusely, practically soaking through your jeans. You let out a little whimper as his thumb brushed over your lip.

"It’s your tee-shirt," you whispered, surprised that you could even find any sort of words in your dazed brain. He was way too intoxicating.

Bucky’s face shifted in surprise. "My shirt?"

You nodded. "It just… looks good on you."

He couldn’t help but let out another chuckle. You pouted at his reaction which he took as the opportunity to quickly place a kiss on your lips. You tried moving into him, grinding your body with his to beg for more, but he stopped, forcing you two apart.

"Oh, doll," he mumbled as his hand left your chin and slowly made its way down your body. Over the curve of your clothed breast, down your stomach, to your hips… the hand finally dipped under the waistline of your jeans. Without much warning, two fingers traced your folds, dipping slightly in to collect the wetness. He gave a few thrust, teasingly. Bucky groaned. "You’re this wet just from how I look in my shirt?"

You gasped, nodding. Embarrassment wanted to coarse through you but the pleasure from Bucky tracing his fingers to your clit was too much. Slowly, he started with circular motions, making your body jolt. You squealed in surprise. Bucky smiled down at your reaction.

He kept it up, adding pressure every now and then as he continued. Your legs began to shake forcing you to grip his arms in support. Bucky noticed this and brought his metal hand to your hip, steadying you.

He picked up the pace, his eyes boring into yours intensely. You let out a breathy moan at the sight of him, looking at you so hungry and aroused.

"Come on, honey, cum for me," he mumbled, still working on your clit. Every now and then he’d stop to dip a finger in as if gaging your wetness. In those moments you’d groan, waiting for the contact to come back. He never let you suffer long, though, finding his way back to your clit quickly, keeping the pressured motions. "Be a good girl and cum for me, doll, and I’ll fuck you real nice against the wall just like you deserve."

That was the final straw. His words alone practically sent you over the edge. Your body shook as the first orgasm pulled through you, lighting fire throughout your body. Your hips bucked and twisted uncontrollably, almost trying to get away from the touch but Bucky didn’t lighten up. He worked you through it, whispering sweet praises in your ear, making you lose it even more.

Once you came down from the high, Bucky wasted absolutely no time gripping your hips and pushing your back to the nearest wall. You yelped in surprise before his lips attached to yours, rough and demanding.

He lifted you up and grabbed your legs, circling them around your waist. You took the opportunity to grind into him feeling his erection hit your covered core. It lit a new fire in you making you gasp at the feeling.

Bucky moved his lips down your face to your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin. You whined and grabbed onto that fucking tee shirt, still trying to push into him, wordlessly begging him to speed up.

"Eager, doll?" Bucky asked. You could practically hear the dumb smile on his face and it made you want to slap it off. But all you could do in response was nod.

He placed one more kiss on your lips before his hand made its way back down your body. This time he popped the buttons of your jeans open. Briefly, he placed you back down to pull your jeans to your ankles. When that task was done, you were back wrapped around his waist, now feeling the erection more prominently. You let out a deep, uncontrollable moan when it hit.

As if he understood your annoyance, Bucky quickly undid his own jeans. In your dazed state, you must’ve zoned out because the next thing you knew, your panties were just pushed to the side and his cock was breaching your walls. You two were in sync letting our moans and groans at the warmth, the wetness.

His arms held you tight as he began his thrusts, so precise and strong. You were backed into the wall forcefully, enjoying the pressure and pleasure combining into one. Your boyfriend groaned above you, sounds going right to your core which was made evident by the squelching sounding in the room.

Bucky kept his thrusts up as his metal hand left your hip and made its way to your clit. His body held you up with his other arm, giving you a second to marvel in his strength. It was always such a treat when it came out in the bedroom. How he could hold you down or hold you up had your mind spinning half the time.

As his thrusts began to pick up, his metal hand started with the circular motions again on your clit. The coldness meeting your warmth was enough to drive you crazy. Your hands fisted his shirt, trying to keep yourself grounded. You let out a surprised moan at the whole sensation which Bucky seemed to like as he gripped you harder. Your brain was going fuzzy, drunk even, as he pounded you into the wall flawlessly.

"Bucky… B-Bucky…" you choked out.

"Hmm?" You could tell he was staring at you despite your eyes being fluttered shut. He was taking in every inch of your face contorting in glorious pleasure. It seemed to drive his thrusts faster, the circular motions on your clit picking up as well.

"I- I’m gonna-,"

"You gonna cum again, doll?" He asked, a little mockingly. You would’ve bit back if you weren’t in this state but you couldn’t do anything, just take what he was giving. You nodded weakly. "Alright, honey, that’s it… Cum for me, come on. I got you."

It was like Bucky flipped that last switch as his strength and speed picked up. You yelped, clinging to his shirt even tighter.

One final push on your clit was all you needed before you were crumbling in his arms. Your body shook as your orgasm flooded you with ecstasy. Bucky didn’t want to let up with the trusts, though, chasing his own orgasm and thoroughly working you through your second. He kept pounding, his hand opting to leave your clit to grope at your breasts under your shirt. The metal hitting your skin in a new place made you squeal again.

The sounds and motions were it for Bucky as the next thing you knew, he released inside you, coating your walls and thrusting in and out, letting it leak onto your skin. You moaned at the sensation.

Bucky gave a couple more weak thrusts before he let out a final groan and stilled inside you. Both his arms now were around your waist, pulling you close as you two panted, coming down from the pleasure.

Bucky leaned forward, his head resting on your shoulder. Your hands left his shirt and came up to his hair, where you ran them through his short locks.

"Was that what you needed, doll?" He asked, voice breaking through the heaviness of the room.

You giggled, "Exactly what I needed."

"Hmm," he sighed and straightened back up. He pecked your lips. "Guess I gotta wear this shirt more often."

You gasped, slapping his chest lightly as he laughed. But you couldn’t totally disagree. "I wouldn’t complain if it made an appearance every now and then."

Bucky shook his head, "I don’t understand how a black tee shirt can get you going, doll."

After he spoke, he slowly removed himself from you, letting you down from the wall. Warm wetness began soaking your thighs feeling so intimate, so hot, it almost made you almost suggest round two right then and there but that didn’t seem on the table after Bucky handed you some tissues to clean up. Not to mention the fact there were people in the living area.

You shrugged, readjusting your shirt and pulling your jeans back on. You watched as Bucky also readjusted his appearance. "It’s because it’s on you," you insisted. "You could walk around in the most ridiculous outfits and I’d still beg you to jump my bones."

Bucky let out the most joyous laugh at that. He walked back towards you, securely wrapping his arms around your waist. You placed a kiss on his lips, which he hummed happily into.

"I’m flattered," he mumbled. The light blush across his cheeks confirmed his words.

You smiled, "What can I say? I got a hot boyfriend and he should know it."

Bucky placed another kiss on your lips. "Oh, trust me, I think he knows it now."

You let out a giggle and pulled away from his grip, despite a little protest. "Come on," you said and motioned towards the door, "we should probably leave this room before we get any shit from them."

"Oh, you’re getting a lot of shit once you come out of that room," Sam called from the other side of the door, making both you and Bucky jump. "Might as well stay in here."

You groaned at the words, your face and neck suddenly becoming hot in embarrassment. Bucky just chuckled, somehow finding everything amusing, and wrapped an arm around you.

"Worth it, though," he whispered before placing a kiss on your cheek. You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn’t at all argue. Just glancing between the wall and that black tee made you suddenly hot and bothered all over again.

Bucky picked up on your gaze, once again practically reading your mind. With a suggestive smirk, he asked, "Round two?"

You bit your lip as his hand began running over the curve of your ass.

"Fine."

Bucky didn’t waste a single second before whisking you off your feet

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[slytherbun]

confession

pairing: jay halstead x reader

summary: you find yourself in some trouble while clearing a location with your partner jay.

word count: 2.8k

tags: @specialagentsoftie @fighterkimburgess @everythingaddictxx

note: different kind of pd fic then i'm used to but hope y'all like it! ☺

"we're eight minutes out. don't go in yet." voight said into the mic but you and jay had already entered a second too late.

jay's been your partner for almost a year now. the one he had before you was a blonde named hailey that took a position from the fbi.

when you first met him it was about a month after the previous detective left and you could tell he was obviously still in denial. you gave him space and only input your opinion about cases you worked on with intelligence.

it took about three weeks until he actually said anything besides the occasional comment. and he knew deep down that you weren't trying to replace her. but since you were together a lot during the week—jay couldn't help but make his own conclusion about you.

he started to open up more when he looked past the stubbornness after concluding that you were a decent person. for a moment there, you could have sworn he was having an out of body experience with how nice he started treating you.

jay started to invite you out to drinks on a periodic basis. he wanted to explore the possibilities of having you as his permanent partner. one night after a couple of drinks, jay was in a good mood and showed you a picture of his old partner.

the two of them were standing in front of their new work truck with bright smiles on their faces. he talked about her a lot after that night as a way of meeting you half-way. and by the end of that month—it was as if you physically knew her and who she was as a person.

the both of you hit it off pretty well and became friends. even as far as, having drinks every tuesday and thursday after work at molly's—the firefighter owned bar.

jay mumbled a curse at the order voight gave but it was already too late. "get behind me." he spoke in a hushed whisper. not wanting to argue in that particular moment you did as told.

detective halstead had his gun raised and in a firm grip around his fingers before stepping further into the house. you followed his position and warily stepped more into the creaky house.

luckily the both of you had vests already on and around your chests. the material easily gave you a visual view of his arm muscles around the freckles splayed across his biceps.

right away you spotted the cans of spray paint sitting on the concrete living room floors. crude words were traced along the four walls and you couldn't help but scrunch your nose at the horrid smell.

it only had you raising your pistol higher.

while you glanced around to survey the room closely, you couldn't help but notice the gang symbols that you were familiar with. due to the cpd database you knew at least three different affiliations drawn over the wood boarded windows.

the overused drug house looked like something out of a horror movie.

"clear." he grunted between paced cautious breaths and you continued to walk behind his careful steps around the garbage to venture into the main hallway of the house.

jay stopped at the entryway and you turned back around to double check the area once again while he scanned the front view where you and he needed to go.

both sides of the hallway were clear but he made sure his gun was raised and followed every inch of the hallway space that he inspected.

you felt a tap on your waist and turned back around to see jay was still facing forward. he probably hadn't noticed the spot he touched of your body but it still sent shivers down your spine with the intimacy of it.

but you pushed away the anxiousness to check and see what was bothering jay. the only thought you should be having right now is how to get out of the dangerous position.

the hallway was full of open and vulnerable space. a clear point of range that could be taken advantage of to take either you or jay out at any time.

jay was concerned for you. he couldn't help the anxious feeling that he had in the pit of his stomach. the unknowingness ahead in the crack house irked him greatly that he couldn’t predict what was about to happen.

the walls of the hallway smelled highly metallic and if that hadn't given it away, the walls were filled with fresh blood splatter. you gulped at the sight of the bright red handprints going down the length of the hall and glanced at jay from the corner of your eye with an eyebrow raised.

he sighed and nodded his head while pointing his gun to the left to signal the continuance of moving on. you bit the bottom of your lip and tipped your head to let him know you were ready to go.

turning your body in a three hundred sixty angle, you watched his back and felt the hairs on the back of your neck lift up in a static gesture. you could also feel goosebumps all over your arms and you just wanted to hurry up and get out of there.

it was truly the most awful scene you've ever been to. with everything you had—you kept yourself together and calm. your lips were in a straight line the whole time.

you should have known with the uneasy feeling that things were going wrong within a split second. and you were right because after jay turned just slightly he felt a gun being pressed against his forehead.

“put your guns down or else i’m going to blow his head off.” an angered voice said into the echoey hall.

not believing what was happening, you turned your body to survey the area and another man came into your view and held his gun higher. “‘tsk tsk’ miss. hand me that gun or else we’re going to have problems.” jay sighed from behind you and you rolled your eyes.

“i’m not putting down shit until you tell me your demands.” you said maybe a little too cockily but it was protocol.

voight had told the team plenty of times to stall and not give up your gun at first. in hopes that the other’s would show up and it would become a better outcome if you just continued talking to the person who was a threat.

a third one appeared and now you were officially outnumbered but you were still hoping they were dumber than they looked. the one that was pressing a firearm to your partner’s temple spit out, “listen lady. you either put your weapon down or else his brain matter will be just another body that was paved across the walls of this house.”

you tried to calculate in your head quickly if you should take the risk of surrendering. voight said they were eight minutes out. and if you’ve been in the house for almost four minutes now.

that was half the time left until they were going to show but then those few precious minutes would be enough time for literally anything.

sometimes you hated being a part of the police force. how could you ever know the correct answer and outcome within a split second of your life? could anybody be capable of that? whatever choice you decided to take would be the outcome.

you knew you wouldn’t be able to live without jay as your partner and in your life. and his blood would be on your hands if you didn’t surrender now. a shaky breath fell past your lips when you clicked the safety back on and handed it to one of them.

of course they used your gun against you and headbutted you with it. little black spots were in your vision before it completely knocked you out. you just hoped the intelligence team would be able to find you and jay.

it would be your fault and you’d feel guilty until your last breath if they didn’t.

you weren’t sure how much time had passed but a hard slap against your cheek woke you up. a blood trail still continued to trickle down your forehead and you winced at the feeling of an awful beating in your eardrums. “wake up sleeping bitch.”

you tried to speak but instead you coughed at the buildup in your throat. not being able to help yourself, in a snarky tone you replied. “i thought it was sleeping beauty?” that earned you another slap that ensured fingerprints across your cheek but you weren’t feeling any regret about it.

“now shut up and answer my next question.” he inputted before you could interrupt again. you looked at him with a devious grin and he rolled his eyes in annoyance. “what were you looking for in that house?”

when you leaned forward, you realized the reason why you couldn’t move was because your arms were tied behind your back. but nonetheless you leaned forward encroaching in his space enough to feel his breath span out against your red cheek.

“as if i’d tell you.” your defiance had him pushing your head back forcefully so you hit the concrete behind you, feeling as if a baseball bat hit your skull.

he smirked at your uncomfort. “perhaps a little visit with your boyfriend will help you come to understand that i don’t mess around. if you don’t give me an answer—my boys won’t hesitate to put a bullet straight through his head.” your only reply was a silent one.

spitting blood onto his shoes and he cursed before grinning again. “yeah that’s what i thought.” turning his head towards the door, he yelled. “bring the pretty boy in!”

your shoulders immediately dropped when they entered the room. the other two men from earlier were dragging jay into the room and disposed of his body roughly on the ground in front of you. if it weren’t for his chest rising up and down faintly then you would have thought he was dead.

both of his eyes were already swollen and you knew he would have two black eyes for weeks, dried blood dripped down his face and you didn’t even want to look at the rest of his body. despite the fact he was wearing clothes, you knew he had many internal problems that would need only the care a hospital could provide.

“j-jay?” you stuttered at the sight of him.

he kept blacking out and struggled to stay awake. jay had been counting his breaths to make sure he had enough air circulating through his body. cracked ribs were no joke and he could only groan to let his favorite person know that he was still holding on.

“you think beating people is the only answer? violence?” you glanced around the room and glared at the three with a venomous look. they shared similar smiles hearing how hoarse your voice was.

“i hope my team finds you all and you rot!” the two that brought jay in walked away and the one that talked to you a few moments ago stood and looked down at you. saying one more thing before walking out the door and shutting it. “and i hope next time i come in here—you’ll feel more generous and tell me what you were up to. if you don’t then our pretty boy here will die as promised.”

as soon as he left the room, you started rubbing your arms up and down the wall in hopes that the binds around your wrists would break off. “y/n.” jay mumbled. you didn’t even notice he had turned his face and you shushed him. “don’t open your eyes jay. it’ll be okay, i promise.”

he tried again. “y-y/n. i need to t-tell you something.” jay’s lip was busted and bruised. he hissed at the pain. “you don’t need to tell me anything. we’re getting out of here, detective halstead.” you stated with confidence and continued to run your hands up and down despite the sting of your wrists.

jay had a feeling earlier this morning that something bad would happen. his gut had told him something and he wished he hadn’t ignored it. but he can’t always follow everything, especially when they didn’t even have their case yet. but of course after finding out the hard way, this case was bad.

he knew it and it still put you in harm's way but jay had to tell you how he felt just in case it did go the way he was hoping it wouldn’t. “i don’t care if i need to keep my strength right now. listen to me please.” he pleaded and you finally stopped, turning to glance at his face.

jay was squinting and the visual of his state had your stomach churning.

“y/n i haven’t been completely honest with you and i need to tell you this. i’ve wanted to for a while now, but i just couldn’t find the right moment to.” it was getting to the point where you were desperately trying to keep together. and now that he wanted to confess a deep secret that he’s held close to his chest, the whole thing just had you hysterical.

jay frowned when you started laughing. he tried to scoot closer but the pain he felt was significant. it was just one of those situations where it wasn’t an appropriate response but you couldn’t help yourself either.

he noticed the tears falling down your cheeks while watching you quiet down. a reaction like this didn’t surprise your partner so he didn’t blame your outburst in the least. “i’m s-sorry. i’m sorry.” you muttered and tilted your head to both sides.

you looked back over to jay after successfully wiping more than half of the tears on your sleeve. and for a moment he just gazed into your eyes with his blue ones. a look that you couldn’t decipher nor describe appeared across his face but he seemed to snap out of whatever he was thinking.

jay cleared his throat and continued with what he was about to say earlier. “it’s okay y/n. but i need you to know that i don’t blame you in the slightest for what went down in that house. i would have done the same exact thing because i love you.”

it was like time stopped and you couldn’t speak even if you wanted to. after all of that time you spent with jay. him wanting nothing to do with you, then becoming your acquaintance, somewhat of a real friend and he loved you?

“you really love me?” you questioned. not being able to believe what was coming out of his mouth. you wondered if the three men drugged him and he was high or delusional. a grunt came out his mouth at the current aching pain he felt all over his body.

“yes y/n, i love you so much. if i could, i’d be over there right now and giving you a hug. then i’d lean down and give you a kiss that i’ve been wanting to give you for months now.”

that honesty from him had you laughing, “months? me too. i’ve wanted to kiss you for almost the whole year that i’ve known you.” you replied with the same amount of honesty he had given you.

“yeah, y/n. it’s probably going to be a year soon but i meant what i said. i really do love you and i’m sorry we’re in the situation that we’re in now. i wish i could protect you from this.” before you could reply the two of you heard gunshots outside of the room. “shit! i hope that’s them.” you mumbled and jay nodded as best as he could.

the door banged open and hit the wall. you almost peed your pants with how happy you were to see kevin and adam surveying the room. “clear!” kevin announced and then walked over to you and jay. adam spoke into the radio, “5021 ida. we have officers down and need two ambos rolled to our location.”

after kevin ripped the binds from your wrists, you crawled over to jay even though your arms were killing you. another tear fell down your cheek when you got up and close to him. he looked awful but now that the two of you were safe, he could begin to heal soon enough. “jay.” he made a ‘hmm’ sound due to the exhaustion he was feeling.

“i love you too.” you finally said and he smiled. you leaned down to brush your lips against his carefully. “after all of this is done. i’m going to give you a proper one.”

you winked and he grinned and responded while the medics rolled in. “we have plenty of time in the world now.”

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[badassbuchanan]

Making Amends

Plot: Bucky walks back into your life, and with it, your past, along with all the feelings that were there.

Warnings: smut; tfatws!bucky, i never know how to end fics, heartbreak, tension, love making, unprotected sex.

Word Count: 5908

A/N: It’s 12am and I definitely did not proof read this - I take responsibility for any and all mistakes

Okay so with Bucky they used to be together when he was the winter soldier but then he just up and left without a trace so she married into riches but her husband died?! So now she lives alone in a big ol house

“Excuse me, Y/N.” The soft voice caught the woman’s attention as it echoed through the room. Y/N looked up, noticing the petite, older maid standing in the dimly lit wooden frame of the doorway.

“What is it Mary?” Y/N gave her a welcoming smile, looking up at the maid expectantly as she sat up a little straighter in the grand armchair. She delicately folded in the corner of the page of the mystery novel she was reading before neatly placing it down on the side table next to her.

“I do apologise for bothering you at this hour, but you have a visitor.” Y/N noticed the way Mary played nervously with her apron, her unusual jitteriness aroused suspicion in Y/N. Y/N listened intently as she took her reading glasses from her face, placing them on top of her book. “I told him to come back another time, but he’s quite persistent.” She noticed Mary look down the hall to her left as she spoke, as if being intimidated by a figure that was unseen to Y/N. Something definitely wasn’t right.

“He?” Y/N’s ears perked up as a warm flush of both anxiety and excitement washed over her body. She quickly moved to wrap the silk dressing gown tighter around her body, hiding the lace trimmed nightgown she wore underneath. No. It couldn’t be him.

“Yes, he…he said you’d want to-“ The figure of a man emerged in front of Mary, cutting her sentence off. Y/N froze from where she sat, her heart stopping momentarily as she watched a secret part of her past walk into the room. James Buchanan Barnes. The Winter Soldier. Her first lover. Her partner in crime. Her everything. Here. After all this time. After all the heartbreak. She hadn’t seen Bucky since he’d abandoned her late one night while she slept, disappearing without a trace. She searched for him, terrified that one of his enemies had caught up to him. She spent night after night awake hoping that he’d walk back through the door, but he didn’t. He never came back for her.

She had to stop her heart from leaping out of her chest as she sat there, speechless. All of their memories flooded through her mind. Their first kiss. Their first mission. Their first time having sex. The adventures. The soft touches. The sweet nothings. The plans they made. The heartache. The pain. The agonising months spent trying to forget him. 

“Bucky.” Her voice cracked as she took in his changed appearance, looking him up and down. He’d cut his hair. His once clean shaven face now covered in stubble. His eyes seemed softer. He looked older.

Bucky’s chest heaved beneath his leather jacket, noticing the pain in Y/N’s eyes. He glanced down at his hands as he slipped off his gloves, a sigh leaving his lips as he second guessed his decision to come here. Damn his therapist and her stupid idea to make peace with his past. 

“Thank you.” Bucky nodded towards Mary, signalling for her to leave. Poor Mary looked like she would burst into tears at any moment, terrified of both being told off by Y/N for letting this happen and of being killed by the intimidating visitor. She looked over at Y/N for guidance, not wanting to leave her alone without her consent. Y/N nodded reassuringly with a soft smile at Mary, who’s eyes softened with worry as she quickly moved out of the doorframe, obeying Y/N’s wishes as she shut the door behind her.

Bucky turned his head back towards Y/N, his gorgeous blue eyes making her heart skip a beat. She dropped her head from his gaze, her cheeks heating up as she forced herself to ignore the way he made her stomach flutter with butterflies. “Y/N.” He smiled softly, sensing the trepidation extruding from her as he stepped further into the room, placing his gloves down on the coffee table.

Bucky grumbled to himself as she ignored him, the reality of facing her was a lot harder than he ever imagined it would be. His eye caught view of the teapot sitting on the silver tray, leaning down to pour himself a cup silently to buy himself some time.

Y/N scoffed with a roll of her eyes at his confidence to make himself at home, shaking her head as she felt her eyes getting slightly teary. “Help yourself.” She spat sarcastically as she avoided his gaze, resting her body back against the chair.

Bucky chanced a quick look up at her before lifting the teacup to his lips, sipping the half cold liquid. He chose to ignore her comment, he deserved it, and so much more. “You been keeping well?”

She bit the inside of her cheeks as she kept quiet, keeping up the heartless facade for as long as she could. She refused to let him know how much it pained her to see him, how much she still longed for the kind of love that they’d once shared.

“I think about you a lot, Y/N.” Bucky broke the silence as he placed the teacup onto the table, slumping down onto the couch opposite her, spreading his legs as he adjusted the leather jacket to make himself more comfortable. “My therapist says it actually seems to help with my nightmares.” He continued, a pout on his lips as he cupped his hands together, relaxing into the chair.

“You have a therapist?” She raised her eyebrows accusingly, crossing her arms over her body as she felt her heart beat quicken with anger. Her blood boiled as she watched him sitting there as if he hadn’t broken her heart. 

Bucky raised his eyebrow as a response, a subtle nod of his head as he clenched his jaw. “It’s a condition of my pardon.” He spoke matter-of-factly as he shrugged his shoulders. He hated this. He hated how shut off she’d made herself. He hated having to play the part of an asshole, knowing her well enough to know it was the only way to keep her talking.

“She’s got me going through this amends list,” He mumbled with a sigh of exasperation, letting his head rest against the back of the couch. “she’s even given me three rules to to obey in the process.” He let out a chuckle of amusement as he mocked the Doctor’s orders. 

Y/N let out a sigh of aggravation, rubbing her fingers against her temple as she closed her eyes. it was too late in the night for her to handle this kind of emotional turmoil. “Bucky, why are you-”

“The first rule is that I can’t do anything illegal.” He cut her off, he didn’t want to have to answer her questions. Questions he didn’t know the answers to. He shifted quickly to sit forward in his seat, picking up the teacup to take another sip of his tea. He noticed her make no effort to cut him off, his plan was working. “The second is that nobody gets hurt.” He smirked as he looked down at the cold liquid, swirling it around in the cup.

Y/N crossed her legs as she sat forward, leaning in to listen to his speech as she kept her eyes focused on her fingers. She noticed the slight tan line on her ring finger, where her wedding band once sat, a million thoughts filling her mind. Bucky wasn’t the only one that had to make amends with his past. He wasn’t the only one that had tried to move on. 

Bucky sensed her walls crumbling as she got used to his presence again. He lifted his eyes as he placed his teacup on the table once more, his eyes lifting to her body, admiring her as he always had done. He’d left to protect her. To save her from the inevitable doom they faced as assassins. He was terrified of not being in control of his own mind. He was terrified of hurting her. Something he’d ended up doing anyway.

He never stopped thinking about her. Ever. It didn’t matter where he was or what he was doing, he always thought about her. Like everything else that was going on around him was just noise, a distraction keeping him from her. With everyday that passed the longing to be with her seemed to grow. Without her, all he had was war, assassination, fights, destruction, death. Without her, that’s the only thing he had to focus on. 

“Do you remember the first time we went on a mission together?” Bucky smiled softly, feeling his heart thud against his chest as the memories flooded through his mind, bringing back all the emotion. 

Y/N’s eyes welled with tears as she swallowed the lump in her throat, the tension in the room rising so high she found it hard to breathe. “I told you I’d die for you.” She relived the memory in her mind, her head spinning as she smiled so subtly that it was unnoticeable to Bucky. After that first mission, she’d seen the worst of Bucky. She’d seen him as the heartless Hydra assassin. She’d seen that he was just as broken as her, and she fell in love with him in that moment.

Bucky’s stomach fluttered with butterflies, a fire of hope igniting inside of him as she slowly started opening up to him. “and I told you that you’d never have to.” He added with a shaky breath, his metal fingers tapping anxiously against his thigh. One wrong move and he’d be shoved from the room and out of her life for good. “Because I’d kill anyone that even looked at you the wrong way.” He chuckled softly at the memory, remembering so vividly how bright she’d made his dark world in that moment.

They sat in silence for a moment, both lost in the memory of each other. In a time where they’d had little control of their minds, with what Hydra was forcing the super soldier’s to do, they found refuge in each other. They found love in the darkest place, a love so rare and beautiful. A love that was impossible to get over.

“And you did,” Y/N’s voice dropped to almost a whisper, clenching her jaw to fight back the tears as she sat there, hurt and angry. How dare he come back into her life without warning, bringing up all of their precious memories that it had taken her a lifetime to forget. “Until you left.”

Bucky closed his eyes as he fought off the reminder. He’d woken up from a nightmare, his body glistening with sweat, his metal hand tightly wrapped around her throat. She was sleeping peacefully next to him, as she always did. It wasn’t the first time he’d choked her in her sleep. But there was a fear in his eyes, born from the lack of control that caused him to never want to hurt her again. He couldn’t help his nightmares, he couldn’t stop the lack of control he had over his mind. The only thing he could do was leave. To let her carry on with her life, without him.

“Do you miss me?” Bucky asked suddenly, his eyes opening to watch her intently. He had spent the last few years fighting to find a way to get back control of his mind, a small glimmer of hope alive in his heart that they’d find their way back to each other somehow, and he’d be fixed when they did. 

She shook her head, a small ironic chuckle passed her lips as his words cut through her like a knife. “Don’t.” She whispered sadly, the loneliness of the last few years engulfing her body. He’d been on her mind everyday. She’d always hoped he’d somehow find her, that he’d bring back the love he ripped from her. “Don’t do that.” She sighed softly, blinking rapidly to stop her tears from flowing down her face. Even when she’d tried to move on, live a normal life, marry a wealthy man who adored her, she felt nothing. When her husband passed away suddenly, leaving to her his whole estate, she felt nothing. She’d never been able to feel anything, apart from when she was with Bucky. “Don’t come here, after all these years, acting like nothing hap-”

“Answer the question.” He demanded with a tone of frustration as his metal fist slammed against the coffee table, desperate to hear her say it. He’d lived without her for long enough, the fear of losing her again was too much to bare. He could tell she was losing control by the way her lips pursed together, trying to maintain her strong appearance.

“What do you want from me?” She sighed in defeat, hesitant to opening herself back up to being hurt again. She felt his warmth from across the table, the familiarity of him was something that brought her comfort, and something she desperately craved more of.

“Yes or no, Y/N, do you miss me?” He kept his eyes focused on her intensely, his jaw clenching as he watched her break. Bucky knew exactly what he was doing. He knew he was her weakness. He knew that she couldn’t say no to him. “Because if it’s a no, I will walk out that door and never come back.”

“Yes.” She whispered shakily, the fear of him leaving proved too much as the room fell completely silent. “I miss you, okay. I’ve always missed you. It took me a lifetime try and get over you leaving, to forget you and to be honest Buck, I’m still not sure it worked. I miss you every single day and it kills me inside. Are you happy now?” 

“No,” Bucky spoke back instantly, his face as straight as an arrow as he rested his back against the chair. He watched single a tear slowly roll down her cheek, her eyes closing as her head dropped in defeat. “Come and whisper it to me.” 

If there was one thing she knew about Bucky, it was that he wouldn’t stop until he got his way. She sighed as a sign of surrender, standing to her feet as she self consciously adjusted her dressing gown to cover her body.

She slowly padded over to stand in front of him, her heart racing as she chanced a glance up at his face. His features looked even more beautiful up close, her hands itching to reach out and touch him. She fiddled with her fingers nervously, cautiously leaning towards him, breathing in his intoxicating scent as her lips gently brushed against his ear lobe. “I still miss you, James.” I whispered.

She let her lips linger close to his skin for longer than necessary. She knew she was playing a dangerous game, but yet she still made no effort to move. Bucky’s hot breath tickled her neck as she closed her eyes, her head spinning in a euphoria of his presence. It was something she could never tire of, something that made her drunk, something that left her addicted.

She riskily turned her head to face his, their breathing the only sound breaking the silence as her hand slid up to hold onto the metal of his shoulder outside of his leather jacket. Bucky tested the boundaries, following her movements as he turned his head to face her, their lips almost brushing.

Y/N gulped as her tongue brushed over her lips, her eyebrows arching in anticipation as her eyes flickered between his lips and his eyes. She needed him. All of him. 

“Don’t take it away from me now.” Y/N begged in a whisper against his lips, her fingers digging into his shoulder as she felt him shuffle to the edge of the seat. His eyes didn’t leave hers as he moved, his metal hand lifting cautiously to rest gently on her hip. Bucky’s heart fluttered with happiness, her longing for his love and affection making him feel euphoric. He’d longed for the day to have her wrapped up in his arms again, to have her soft skin on his.

“I miss you, doll.” Bucky whispered against her lips, causing her heart and tummy to flutter as she admired him with doe eyes, like he was the only thing in the world. His words marked the tipping point, her self control demolished as she nudged her face against his, connecting their lips for what felt like the first time. 

Bucky wasted no time in kissing her back gently, both of them lost in the desperation of making the most of every second. He naturally took control, his flesh hand lifting to cup her cheek as she let her hand drift to the back of his neck. All of their memories came flooding like a tidal wave through their minds, their passion just as intense as when they were together, almost as though nothing had changed, as if he’d never left. 

Bucky pulled her down into his lap as he sat back against the couch, tilting his head to deepen the kiss as he wrapped his arms around her body, feeling as much of her body as he could get his hands on. She adjusted her thighs to straddle his lap, ignoring the way her nightie rode up her thighs, revealing more of her silky flesh to the super soldier. The sudden intimacy didn’t scare her, it didn’t make her feel vulnerable or exposed. With Bucky, she felt safe. She felt loved. She felt like nothing could ever bring her harm.

Bucky’s breathing hitched as she bravely rocked her hips down to meet his, feeling his bulge rub against her thinly clothed pussy. Y/N let out a soft moan, feeling herself already coming apart for him, only ever getting so aroused for Bucky.

Bucky reacted to every slight movement of her body, using his grip on her hips to pull her even closer to him. Their chests pressed together as her hands cupped the sides of his neck, a hum of satisfaction erupted from her lips as they continued to softly kiss.

Y/N felt her arousal drench onto her panties from the familiar feeling of his big cock pressing achingly against her core. Their tongues played as they desperately grabbed at each other’s bodies, both craving the raw love they could only get from each other.

Y/N slid her hands down his chest as she pulled back from the kiss, her pupils glazed over with lust as they both caught their breaths. Bucky stared her down, his lips parted, his chest heaving as he panted. He was slightly nervous that she’d changed her mind until he watched her tug on the rope of her dressing gown, letting it slip off of her body and onto the floor. Bucky groaned softly, feeling his cock twitch, desperate the feel her wet walls clenching around him. He used the opportunity to admire her body, running his hands over her thighs and up under her nightie. His flesh fingertips burned into her bare skin, his metal digits like ice as she rocked her hips back and forth slowly, keeping her eyes locked on his.

Bucky breathed out shakily, leaning up to reconnect their lips as he ran his hands over the round of her ass, pulling her harder against him as he grew needier with every second. She arched her back into his touch, pressing her chest back against his as she felt the strap of her nightie drops to her shoulder, revealing a little more of her chest.

She sucked sensually on Bucky’s tongue as he let her hands roam over his sides teasingly, feeling him smile at the loving gesture. His fingers hooked into her panties, her hips jolting in response as she assisted him in making quick work to tug them down her legs.

“Not here.” She quickly moved to grab hold of his wrist, her breath shaky against his lips as her eyelids fluttered in weakness. Bucky watched curiously as she leaned back, shuffling off of his lap to stand up, holding her hand out for Bucky to take. Drunk in each other’s presence, they felt complete in a broken world, Bucky took her hand as stood up, admiring the innocent look in her eyes. Y/N used his hand to balance as she stepped out of her panties, licking her lips to conceal a cheeky smile as a thought crossed her mind. She bent down to pick up her discarded underwear, stepping closer to him as she kept her eyes on his. Bucky smirked deviously in amusement as she shoved the panties into the pocket of his leather jacket, rolling his eyes as he tried to contain how desperate he was for her.

His smile didn’t fade as he watched her turn around, following close behind her as she lead them out of the room and down the hallway.

Bucky’s hands wrapped around her waist as they reached the bottom of the stairs, forcing her to turn around and face him. “I miss you.” He whispered softly as she noticed the way his chest rose and fell rapidly, the long lost feeling of love proved overwhelming for the metal armed soldier as he pressed his lips desperately against hers, his strength making it easy for him to lift her up.

She instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist, whimpering into the kiss as he walked them up the grand staircase on the house. Her arms wrapped around his neck, her fingers massaging the back of his head as she sucked on his lip seductively.

She gasped as her back hit the door, Bucky’s strength momentarily faltering as his head spun with pleasure. His hand fiddled with the handle, twisting it to open the door as he kept her wrapped around his body.

Bucky walked them over to the neatly made bed in the middle of the room, throwing her down onto the mattress as he moved to stand between her open legs.

Y/N watched as he took off his coat, his eyes focused on her body as he threw the leather jacket carelessly onto the floor. She bit her lip, her pussy clenching in need as she slowly lifted her legs to press her heels flat against the mattress. Bucky’s eyes glanced between her legs, his pupils displaying as he caught an unobstructed view of her silky, wet pussy.

“You got a new arm.” She whispered softly as her eyes ran over his metal arm, it wasn’t the same as the one she remembered. This one was black, with gold detailing, much more subtle than the red starred, silver arm she knew. She licked her lips with anticipation, mesmerised with the sleek style of his upgraded metal appendage.

Bucky’s eyes stayed glued between her legs, pressing his lips together in a hard line as he watched her mound move with every clench of her needy cunt. He hummed in response to her comment, too turned on to focus on her words as he tugged his t-shirt over his head.

Bucky’s jaw clenched as he watched her sit up, her legs staying in place as she snaked her nightie up her body at a teasingly slow pace. Bucky dropped his hands to his belt buckle, their eyes glued to each other as they removed the last of their clothing, leaving them both naked.

She reached forward, her fingers delicately tracing the part of his shoulder where his flesh fused with the metal of his arm. Bucky’s chest heaved at the delicate nature of her touch, his emotions overwhelming him as he cupped her wrist in his hand. His eyes caught her gaze as she used his grip on her arm to tug him towards her, leaning in to press her lips against his abs with delicate kisses. Bucky’s eyes fluttered shut at the feeling, his breath hitching in his throat as her lips travelled lower.

Y/N hummed against his skin, her clit throbbing for attention as Bucky took the hint, pushing her back down onto the mattress as he climbed on top of her. He cupped her jaw as he pressed his lips against hers in a passionate kiss, his hard cock pressing against her slick.

Her nails dug into his skin as her hands explored his bare flesh, whimpering into the kiss as she lifted her hips to meet his. The movement of their hips rubbing together caused a friction that caused both of them to gasp out in pleasure, hungry for more.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, bucking her hips desperately to meet his as Bucky let out a weak moan. He leaned up to press his metal hand into the mattress next to her head, his flesh hand sliding up her waist to cup her boobs, squeezing them gently.

“Bucky,” Her eyes fluttered closed as she let herself sink back into the mattress, overwhelmed with pleasure and need as she squeezed her thighs around his hips. “I need you inside of me.”

“You’ve got me.” Bucky reassured her sweetly as he restrained himself from completely letting go and fucking her hard into the mattress. There would be time for that later, but right now, they both needed to take their time, to feel each other’s love.

He let his thick cock slide up and down her folds, drenching his length in her wetness. He dropped his head to her neck, kissing her soft skin delicately as his tip nudged between her folds.

Bucky’s eyebrows arched as he tried to stay in control of his primal instincts, his hand fisting into the mattress as he let out a guttural moan. He slowly moved his hips forward, pressing his thick length into her as she gasped under him.

Her hand flew up to grip his bicep, her lips parting as her back arched from the mattress, her walls pulsing around his length. “Bucky.” She moaned out his name breathlessly as he slid deeper inside of her, his lips sloppily kissing her shoulder as he moved to thrust his cock in and out of her slowly.

His tongue swiped along her collarbone before his lips moved lower, leaving gentle kisses over her chest. “I’m no longer the winter soldier.” Bucky mumbled against her chest, licking over her nipples which sent an overwhelming wave of pleasure through her body. He lifted his head back to hers, their lips colliding as she traced every detail of his chest with her delicate fingers.

She remembered every detail of his body. Every muscle, every scar, ever definition of his perfect skin. She felt his cock buried deep inside of her, filling her up as Bucky let out a groan, his hand moving up to cup her chin as he forced her to look up at him.

Bucky stopped his movements, gazing deep into her eyes as their souls connected, an intense feeling of satisfaction filling their bodies as his lips came crashing down onto hers again. She whimpered as she pulled him closer, their chests pressing against each other as Bucky let out a desperate groan, moving his hips to fuck her.

Y/N let out a shaky cry as her fingers dug into his skin, she’d forgotten just how big his cock was. He filled her up with every thrust, breathing heavily against her lips as little moans erupted from within his throat. 

Her legs wrapped around his hips as her pussy clenched around his length, trying to accommodate his size. Y/N pecked his lips over and over soothingly as he fucked into her, the sounds of their bodies slapping together with every thrust. She poured out her love for him, the love that never went away, and he felt it, with every kiss.

Bucky’s stomach clenched as his tip nudged against her cervix, his cock throbbing as he felt how her body reacted to every one of his movements. Her tits bounced with every hard thrust of his hips, her clit rubbing against his skin as she hugged his body tight against hers.

He growled between kisses, thrusting into her so deep that the bed hit the wall with a bang every time he fucked into her. She tried to roll her hips, her body weakening under his as she chased her release that was already building in her stomach.

Bucky’s balls tightened as he slid easily in and out of her drenched pussy, in awe of the way her body was clinging to him as though she’d never let him go. He was already close to his climax, he hadn’t been with anyone since her, his cock marvelling in the feeling of being back inside of her.

“My name is James Bucky Barnes.” His balls slapped against her as he grunted the words through gritted teeth, the sound filling the room as Y/N’s mouth dropped open with a gasp of pleasure. Their breaths mixed together as Bucky’s hips stuttered, his eyes squeezing shut at the overwhelming amount of pleasure coursing through his veins.

Bucky groaned weakly as he brought his knees up to rest under hers, keeping her impaled on his cock as he dropped his mouth to her chest. Y/N bit down on her lip as her eyes mirrored the weakness of her body, watching him fuck up into her at a slower pace.

She moaned at the feeling of his lips sucking at her sensitive nubs, her eyes almost rolling back in pleasure as his tongue swirled around her hardened nipples.

“And you’re part of my efforts to make amends.” Bucky moaned at the feeling of the deeper angle, cuddling her against his chest as he fucked into her. The pair were blinded by the sheer feeling of ecstasy, nothing on earth had ever felt as good as making love to each other.

Bucky moaned as he felt his orgasm approaching, his hips jolting automatically as his metal hand flew forward to grip the wooden headboard. Y/N’s back fell against the mattress again as Bucky held her down by her hip, giving him more leverage to thrust into her with such depth she thought her legs would split in two.

“Bucky.” She breathed out shakily, arching her body into his as her head flew back to press into the pillow. Bucky’s head fell softly into the crook of her neck, his little grunts intensified by his lips on the shell of her ear.

Her hand pressed against his tummy as he pounded into her, a shiver shooting down her spine as she tried to control her impending orgasm, not wanting the night with him to end. She tugged on his hair roughly, desperately trying to feel every part of him.

Her eyes were forced open as Bucky suddenly stopped all of his movements, a look of panic washing over her face as Bucky looked down at her breathlessly. He slid his hand between her body at the mattress, supporting her back as he moved to sit back on his knees, lifting her up to keep her against his chest, his cock still deeply buried inside of her.

Y/N let out a moan at the pleasure of the new angle, clinging tightly to his body as her wetness dripped down onto his balls. Bucky pressed his lips against hers, slowly thrusting up into her as he fucked her deeper in the new position. Soft grunts left Bucky’s lips as he felt her pussy twitching around him, her clit overstimulated from the way it was rubbing against his skin.

“Bucky,” Y/N whimpered his name as a warning, her fingers digging into his skin as she looks up at him helplessly, feeling her orgasm taking over. “Hold me,” She begged softly, her eyes glazing over as wave upon wave of pleasure crashed over her body. “I’m gunna cum.” She cried loudly as her head flew back, her lips parted as her moans flowed freely for him.

Her pussy fluttered around his cock as her tits bounced with each of his thrusts, his hands holding her hips tightly to fuck her down onto him.

Waves of pleasure hit her one after the other, his eyes glued to watching her face come undone as he guided her to ride him. She felt herself tighten around him, moments away from her peak as Bucky lost control, jolting his hips erratically inside of her.

Y/N cried out in pleasure as her orgasm took over her body, her tight pussy pulsating on him as she rode out her mind blowing high. She kissed him deeply, their tongues fighting for dominance as Bucky held her in place as he fucked her through her orgasm. Bucky’s face fell into her neck with a loud moan, the feeling of her pussy throbbing around his cock proving too good as he felt his warm cum spurting deep inside of her. She sighed in relief as Bucky grunted, satisfied with the loaded waves of his cum that was filling her hole.

He dropped her back onto the bed, collapsing on top of her, both of them an exhausted, fucked out mess. Bucky moaned at the euphoric feeling, keeping her close as he spun them over so that his back was lying on the mattress with her on his chest.

She turned her head to face him as they both tried to catch their breaths, smiling sweetly as she kissed his swollen lips. She cupped his sharp jaw, pecking his lips over and over, his dick still buried deep inside of her sensitive pussy.

“Was that all this was?” She whispered after a moment of silence, her fingers tracing the metal infused skin of his shoulder as she pressed her lips to his once more. “Just part of your therapeutic methods of making amends?”

Bucky’s heart ached at the thought of her thinking he’d just used her like that, he hated himself for ever making her think he was capable of such a thing. “No. That’s not all it was.” Bucky mumbled against her lips as he sighed sadly, his eyes softening as he cupped her jaw. “I love you, Y/N.” Bucky whispered shakily with a hopeful smile, his words causing her to freeze. She’d never expected to hear him say that, not even after what they just did. “I always have and I always will.” His thumb rubbed soothingly over her cheek, taking the time to admire her beauty.

“I love you too.” She admitted vulnerably, swallowing the lump in her throat she hadn’t even known was there. She didn’t know why he’d left her, she didn’t know why he’d been so hard to forget. She didn’t know why he’d waited all this time to come back, she didn’t know if he was telling the truth or feeding her lies. In a world of disaster and uncertainty all she did know was that she loved him.

“I just have one question, Bucky.” She spoke with a curious tone, shuffling to rest her head on his chest as her fingers traced over his metal shoulder, admiring the intricate beauty. “How did you know which room was my bedroom?”

Bucky’s heart sunk into his stomach, a shy blush of pink hitting his cheeks as he gave her a guilty smile. Y/N couldn’t help but watch with amusement, his shy side was rare to see, and something that she never took for granted. “I may have stopped by your house once or twice before, just to make sure you were safe.”

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can you do a diaval imagine? The reader is familiar with magic but is human. It could be sfw or nsfw. Whatever you’re comfortable with, have a lovely day! :)

Hello love! Sorry I've been late to your request but here, have some protective Diaval :D have a lovely day ahead too!

Protective

Diaval x Female!Reader

Warning/s: One of the guards being a creep, makes it up for fluff at the end!!

Word count: 1,556

You woke up, rays of sun shining through the window of your room in the castle. After Aurora and Prince Philip were married, you being Aurora’s sister, she wanted you to be with her at all times. Prince Philip was kind enough to let you move in to one of the rooms in the castle.

Your first thought was to go to the balcony, opening up the door to spot a lot of people running through their business on this sunny day. You were thankful enough for the view the balcony gave you, where it out looked the kingdom and it had a very beautiful view when it got dark, something that tends to calm you on sleepless nights.

You closed your eyes shut for a moment, enjoying the peace and the birds that were singing.

Caaw, caaw, caaw

Your brows furrowed, eyes slowly open to spot a rather familiar black raven that now perched upon the railings.

You decided to playfully ignore the Raven for the time being, turning and closing your eyes again and letting the sun hit your face.

Then you felt something nipping on the sleeve of your night gown. Deciding that it was time to greet your friend, you chuckle and looked down at the raven before you.

“Hi there, Diaval, what brings you here?“ You ask, lifting your hand up and petting his head with your finger.

You see his wings shudder after a moment and you continued.

“Is mother around? I’d rather talk to you when you can speak, it’s rather hard to understand you like this.” You laugh.

Truth is, you admired Diaval for quite a while now, both of you grew close when Maleficent first introduced him to you and Aurora. You knew how his shapeshifting works and how he was able to turn into anything that Maleficent wished. You knew originally that he was a raven that was captured, but you were lying if you said you didn’t find his human form alluring.

You were cut off in your daydreaming when your room door opens, revealing Maleficent. You smiled widely, running over to greet her, Diaval following close by.

“Oh, I was wondering where you were.” Maleficent said, and you knew she was referring to Diaval.

“Is he bothering you (Y/N)? You know I could just turn him to a lizard then and there and just send him off flying into the Moors.” Maleficent said to which Diaval whined in an angry way which meant he did not want that.

“Mother, no, don’t worry he’s not causing me trouble.. Though I would appreciate it if you can turn him back to human..” You suggested.

She clicked her tongue and spoke. “I’d turn him back once you’re dressed and downstairs, your sister is looking for you.” Turning on her heel, she walks out of the door, motioning for Diaval to come with her.

Pink rose to your cheeks as you nodded, Diaval turning his head to you.

“Don’t worry, I won’t be long.” You reassured and he reluctantly followed Maleficent.

After bathing and dressing properly, you headed down to meet the others.

“(Y/N), about time you woke up!” Aurora, your sister piped up at you.

“Oh shush Aurora!” You laughed.

You sat with them at the dining hall, though your eyes were searching for black ones. Although Aurora seemed to have taken notice of your attraction towards Diaval that she leaned towards you.

“He’s there, look!” She whispered with a giggle as your eyes snapped in the direction she discreetly pointed at.

And there Diaval was, walking towards the dining hall, skin smooth and white as snow, slicked back hair, the noticeable marks on both sides of his temples, his clothes that lightly exposed his chest, markings that threatened to peek out of his shirt accompanied by his black coat.

You felt that you were taking your sweet long time staring at him as your sister had to pinch your hand to bring you back.

“Oh- uh.. I’m sorry, what was that?” You asked shaking your head to get yourself out of the trance.

On the corner of your eye you saw your sister tried to hide her laugh by covering her mouth with the towel.

“You appear to be distracted lately (Y/N) dear, is everything alright?” Maleficent questioned. You quickly shook your head and decided to make up something.

“No mother, I just woke up funny is all.” You lied and hoped she would take it.

She stared at you for a while before nodding. “Alright.”

You definitely missed how Diaval’s eyes looked at you whilst you were busy coming up with a lie.

After everyone ate and done their duties, it was almost noon and you decided to get some fresh air and strolled through the gardens.

The flowers were exquisite, everywhere you laid your eyes on was a feast of colours. You felt proud that some of the flowers that bloomed were your own since you took most of your time tending to the gardens, seeing them bloom made your heart overwhelmingly happy.

But as you walked, you couldn’t help but feel a pair of eyes staring at you, but you shake your head, it was probably just you.

Simply put, you lost track of time and before you know it, it was already sundown. You ought that going back to the castle was a great idea but that idea was taken from your head when a guard stepped up in front of you.

“Oh.. I was just on my way back.. excuse me please.” You excused politely, trying to move out of the guards’ way but he didn’t budge.

A lump in your throat started to form, you still tried to slip through his side but he suddenly gripped your hand, tugging you towards him.

“Let me go,” You spat at the guard “I’m sparing your life, unless you want to be met with the terrible consequences of your actions.”

“Oh? Might as well make this worthwhile.” He said, yanking you close. Before he spoke again, a voice spoke behind him.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

The guard turned and you had a good look at the owner of the voice. It was Diaval. You thanked the gods for his arrival.

The guard seemed to tense up, but he kept his hand on your wrist firm that it was starting to hurt.

“Or what?”

“Or I could turn into a creature you deeply fear and rip you limb from limb.. slowly..” Diaval said with venom underlying his tone as he inched closer.

The man seemed to come to his senses as he finally let go and stumbled upon his feet to escape.

You stood there frozen and Diaval was quickly on your side, inspecting your hand and your face.

“Did he do anything to you, (Y/N)?” He asked. Diaval was clearly fuming with anger at the man yet he managed to soften his tone when he asked you.

You nodded, holding onto his arm.

“I’ll walk you through your room now, alright?” He asks, searching your eyes for any disagreement, but there was none.

After making it inside your room, you changed into your sleepwear while Diaval waited outside. Once you gave him a signal to come in, you were sat on your bed.

“That bastard’s gonna pay.” You heard Diaval mumble under his breath.

You motioned for him to come over and sit beside you.

“I swear (Y/N), if he decides to lay a finger on you again-“ You cut him off by pressing your lips to his cheek.

“Thank you for saving me back there.”

You didn’t miss how his skin turned lightly red at your action but you continued.

“Although I feel this isn’t an appropriate time to say this but I no longer care.” With a deep breath, you looked at him straight in the eyes and spoke.

“I have been inlove with you for the longest time now, Diaval. I’m surely you’ve taken note someway somehow but here is me saying nothing but the truth. I take it upon me to understand if you don’t happen to feel the same way.”

His eyes widened at your confession as the room stayed silent, all that can be heard was the whispering of the cool night wind, and the occasional birds flying outside.

You fear that you ruined your bond with him as you decided to speak up when he didn’t.

When you opened your mouth, he finally spoke.

“(Y/N), I’ve also laid my eyes on you from the first time we ever met, when we grew close, my attraction only grew into love. It makes me so happy to learn that you feel the same.” He breathed out.

It felt like all your hopes was built back up, you didn’t destroy what you had with him. And most importantly, he loves you back.

You were quick to smile and cup his face, turning him to face you.

You saw how his eyes crinkled when he mirrored your smile and it only made your heart jump.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you too, Diaval.”

This was one of the happiest nights of your life, you both knew you had to tell Aurora and Maleficent sooner or later but that’s a story for another time.

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[silverdelirium]

HEALER MALFOY | D.M

summary: healer draco meets a trainee and can’t help but offer her study sessions, for more research of course.

warning: smut, daddy kink, size kink, rough sex, praise kink, like 7 years of age gap so if that’s uncomfy don’t read

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“We have a new trainee today Malfoy, better not scare this one out.” Martha called from her desk in the reception of St. Mungo’s hospital.

Draco rolled his eyes at this and crossed his arms. “Can’t promise much can I, Martha?” he smiled sarcastically at the woman who only answered with a shake of her head but shot it up when she heard the door open.

“I’m sorry if i’m late, i was getting breakfast, but i’m here now.” said a rather sweet voice by the door. Draco’s head snapped back to see who the owner was and was met with a woman who looked quite young, her figure adorned in a lime green nurse shirt and pants to match. He couldn’t help but trail his eyes down to the swell of her breasts that look too tight for some reason.

“Ah y/n, no worries you’re just in time, healer malfoy will be showing you around today and giving you an insight on what to expect here” Martha said while gesturing to Draco when she addressed his name. Y/n’s eyes looked at Draco and immediately she stretched her hand out to introduce herself.

“I’m y/n l/n it’s so nice to meet you mr. malfoy” she beamed at him. Draco shook her hand and looked at the pretty woman in front of him and gave her a smile.

“Pleasure is mine ms. l/n, come on, let me show you around a bit.” stated Draco while signaling forward with his hand. She obeyed and followed him around the first floor.

“So if you don’t mind me asking, how old are you?” inquired Draco looking at her expectedly.

“Oh, I’m 19” she chuckled.

“19? How old were you when you graduated from school then?”

“17, but took a year off to do some research about healing you know”

“Right. I’m surprised you used your year off to study and not party around, you young adults nowadays can only think about that apparently.”

“You young adults? How old are you mr. malfoy?” she questioned with her brows furrowed.

“I’m 27, why, look too young?” he smirked down at her, watching how she became flustered when he towered over her.

“O-oh no, I-I mean yes you- you do look very young.” She said, not so subtly running her eyes down his tall figure.

He chuckled at that and stepped a bit closer to her. “So, i’m interested in what you studied during that year off, how about you come to my house this evening and we can talk about it, yeah doll?” Draco didn’t know what came over him, but seeing her all worked up because of him and those goddamn clothes that made her figure stand out made him want to corner her against the wall and have everyone watch how he got his way with her.

“Uh- Uhm sure yeah, after- after our shift.”

“Yeah, change into something more comfortable and we’ll apparate together, hmm? Now- ” He clapped his hands together “-Let’s continue the tour yeah?” She nodded, her throat dry as her mind wandered on what else they could do this evening.

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After y/n’s shift ended she waited a couple minutes in the reception, waiting for Draco’s to end, now changed in a sweatshirt and a black skirt.

Draco then appeared almost out of nowhere, his white robe disregarded on his shoulder when he looked around to see y/n with her legs crossed and once again, not so subtly trailing her eyes across his figures and paying special attention to his arms’ muscles that were hidden underneath his robe before.

Y/N stood up from her seat and walked towards Draco with a small smile which he returned.

“Ready to go then, princess?” He asked. She felt blood rushing to her face but ignored it and nodded it instead. He then held out his arm like a true gentleman and apparated with her.

Everything went blurry and y/n felt dizzy until she felt her feet land on concrete, right in front of a big gate that was slightly covering a big manor on the other side. Draco at her side pulled out his wand from his pocket and the gates clicked open. He then held out his hand for her to take, which she happily took, and together they marched into the manor.

He set down two cups of tea in the coffee table in front of the couch that y/n was sitting on. She mumbled a quick thanks before grabbing it and taking a sip.

“So, gonna tell me about what you found out during that year?” She perked her head up at this from where she was watching her cup.

“Oh, yes of course” he then proceeded to listen intently to her ramble about how she traveled different countries and visited their best magical hospital there to see what they did. She talked for a good 23 minutes until she cut herself off unexpectedly.

“Oh god- i’m sorry if i’m bothering you with my rambles, you obviously know all about this, considering you’re a professional healer i just- ” She was cut off this time when he hooked his thumb and index finger on her chin, forcing her face to look directly into his.

“Hey, you’re not bothering at all pretty girl, i like your rambles” he smirked watching her become flustered once again at the pet name. He kept his fingers on her chin, his other hand unconsciously placing itself on her knee.

He was about to pull away, the need to kiss her senseless suddenly sufferable, but when her eyesight fell on his lips he couldn’t take it. He kissed her, hard. She then pulled away just to straddle his lap, her skirt riding up and exposing more of her soft thighs, his cock already growing in his pants.

He leaned forward to press their lips together again, his hands roaming down her lower back, making her roll her hips into his. He groaned at the sensation, pausing the kiss once again to take her shirt off which she gladly took off, her fingers hooking themselves in the hem of his, which he took off too. She let her eyes linger on his toned chest before leaning forward and starting to kiss his neck, occasionally sucking to create a few hickeys here and there.

“Fuck baby, take this off” he said, pulling at her bra, she quickly pulled away from his neck and unclasped her bra with a snap. He leaned back on the couch, admiring her soft mounds and letting his hands touch them, his thumb lightly grazing her nipples making her moan softly and grind her hips into his once more. She repeated this action when he attached his mouth to her left tit, his other hand playing with the right one. She closed her eyes and leaned her head back while breathing heavily, her mouth parted open.

She only opened them again when he detached his mouth from her nipple, much to his and her dismay.

“Why’d you stop?” She asked, looking down at Draco with a slight frown. He smirked at this

“Wanna fuck you baby, that’s why.” He replied. She almost moaned at his dirty talk.

“Would you like that sweetheart?” He questioned, needing to hear her admit that she wants him.

“Yes- yes Draco”

“That’s not my name baby.” He said while delivering a slap to her ass.

“D-Daddy?” she said questionably.

“Good girl” he said lifting her up his lap, watching her face turn into confusion when he stood up.

“Well? take that skirt and those panties off, won’t you bunny?” she nodded and slid her skirt and panties off at the same time. Making him do the same with his bottom clothes.

She timidly sat back down on the couch, her legs tightly closed and looking up at Draco with those innocent eyes.

“Spread those legs open for daddy baby, wanna see my sweet girl’s pretty pussy hm?”

“Yes daddy” she obeyed spreading her legs, allowing him to get a good view of her glistening cunt that was practically begging for him to enter.

“Shit princess” he groaned while stroking his large cock up and down. Y/N just bit her lower lip watching him do such obscenities that had her pussy dripping already. He lowered himself to his knees and wrapped his arms around her plump thigs, his breath fanning over her bare pussy.

“Let me taste you first pretty baby” he said before diving into her core and letting his tongue lap up her juices while hearing her moans and screams of daddy when his nose nudged her clit.

“Daddy f-feels too good” she moaned while arching her back and bucking her hips up when he wrapped his mouth around her clit and sucked like there was no tomorrow.

“I’m gonna come daddy, please- please let me cum” He lifted his head up a bit, smirking at her.

“Such good manners pup, cum then, just because you’re being a good girl.”

She didn’t waste time and cummed right when he attached his mouth back on her cunt, her cum gushing in his mouth. Making Draco try to taste as much as he could and moaning into her.

In her state of bliss, she didn’t know when Draco got back up and left a kiss on her forehead, his knuckles running across her cheekbones.

“Think you can take my cock, baby?” He questioned, strocking himself when she bit her lip once again and nodded rapidly.

“Turn around then” She obliged and turned around, her knees on the couch and her chest leaning into the backrest of it.

He groaned at the sight of her ass, already picturing how it would jiggle when he plunged himself inside her.

So he nudged her clit with his cock a few times before entering completely, y/n already a moaning mess at the size of him, he paused for a moment, stroking her ass soothingly so the pleasure overcomes the pain.

“Can i move baby?”

“Yes- please move daddy” she moaned out, already starting to rock her hips back and forth in an attempt to fuck herself on him. Which earned her a slap on the ass, making her body jolt up at the contact.

“Be fucking patient.” He said through gritted teeth, starting to fuck her gently as to not hurt her.

She just huffed at this. “I want it fast daddy” she demanded. “Oh?” he said. Genuinely surprised that such a small girl could think she could take him all and fast.

“You want it fast you filthy girl? I’ll give you fast then.” He said, the last bit of mercy he had for her completely melting off and setting a brutal pace that had the girl grip the couch so hard her knuckles were white.

“So g-good daddy. You fuck me so good” y/n whined, her words slurred and legs trembling as he still pounded into her.

“Yeah baby? You like how i fuck your tight little cunt huh?” He teases, his hand massaging her right ass cheek a bit before slamming his hand down on it, making her eyes roll back and a loud moan tumbling out of her.

“Fuck, fuck i’m gonna cum” she says, her breathing heavy. About a second after she says those words she feels him slide out of her making her whine and involuntarily push her hips back, her body wanting to be full again.

“You greedy little thing” he smirked, sitting down on the couch next to her and watching her furrow her brows in confusion.

“I want you in reverse cowgirl baby” He said, patting his lap while at it. She stumbles to her feet on shaky legs and turns around, feeling him grip her hips and aligning her with his cock whose head was leaking with pre-cum. The pair moaned at the feeling of euphoria. Small moans and whines leaving her lips while he wraps his arm around her waist and pushes her backwards so her back is resting on his chest, her head knocking back on his shoulder, He takes one look at how blissfully fucked the girl looks before crashing their lips together and starting to thrust into her.

Y/n feels like she’s in a fever dream with how fucking good she’s being fucked. She’s brought back to reality when he grabs the back of her knees, one hand on each, and makes her legs go back so her knees are touching his upper arms, as to get better access to her dripping pussy.

She can hear his grunts and occasional moaning of her name that was accompanied with her breathy moans and whines.

“Ah! Daddy you fuck me too g-good” you manage to speak out, while one of his hands travel down to rub your clit in tight circles.

“Fuck baby your tight pussy feels so good my princess, let me cum inside it yeah?” He says while he stares at her eyes that are staring back at him with a few tears of pleasure almost leaking out, considering he’s still fucking her at a fast pace.

“Yes! Please daddy please cum inside me!” He groans at her words and rubs her clit faster so she can finish first, that apparently sent her falling off the edge and had her squirting her cum out all over his lap and some of it on the couch, him following shortly after, rope after rope of cum fills her up that it almost seems never-ending.

She sighs in pleasure at the feeling of it, her mind feeling drowsy after the intense orgasm.

He brings her legs down slowly from their bent-up position, making her body relax more.

“You okay sweetheart?” He asks, slowly dragging her up to pull out his softening cock. “Yeah” she smiles lightly at him, making him peck her forehead, cheek, nose, lips and chin. She giggles at the ticklish feeling.

“So how does a movie with some take-out food sound beautiful?” Draco asks the girl.

“It sounds nice” she nods, already taking consciousness of how she hasn’t eaten since breakfast and her stomach is a bit impatient.

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[jeyramarie]

The recruit- Yelena Belova x Reader (Part 3)

summary: a dream is a wish your heart makes even when it involves someone you didn’t expect... right, Yelena?

wc: 2,728

warning: men being pigs, makeout session

a/n: flashbacks are in italics and the language below is romanian. lmk if you’re liking this so far and if you wish to be tagged! happy reading 🦋

part 1~ part 2~

Yelena was leaning against the railing on the second floor, looking down at everyone. She kept her eyes on Y/n from time to time. Watching her hips move slowly and sensually to the music. After a few minutes, the man of the hour appeared at the top of the stairs. Darya walked next to Neculai as they intertwined their arms, walking down to the party.

“I have eyes on target.” The blonde muttered, making Y/n turn to the stairs slowly as if it was a part of the dance.

“I see him, there’s four guards posing as guests. One on each corner.” She replied as she leaned back, shaking her shoulders slowly, never stopping her performance.

“I’m going to go look for his office, let me know if anything changes.” Yelena said as she walked towards the hallway. Some guards stood there blocking the guests from going forward. When they began to speak romanian to Yelena, she didn’t know what to do which brought her to do the only thing she can do at the moment, fight. Once she was over, she stood up catching her breath and turned around, checking if anyone else was there.

“You sound tired, Belova.” The y/h/c joked, making the blonde roll her eyes.

“I am.” Y/n continued to dance and moved out of her spot to dance around the crowd, like every other dancer was. She made eye contact with Neculai, immediately grabbing his attention. Her y/e/c eyes stared into his as she twirled a few times.

“Imi place de ea. (I like her.)” One of Neculai’s friends muttered into his ear as he sipped from his drink. Neculai stood there with a straight face, bringing his drink to his lips, never taking his eyes off of Y/n. He lifted his hand and signaled his guard to walk over to him.

“Adu-o la mine. (Bring her to me.)” He whispered into the guard's ear and moved his eyes back to the dancing girl.

“He asked for me, Yelena. I’ll probably be alone with him in a few moments. Please, tell me you found the office.” Y/n said moving the see through fabric around her body.

“I just found it, keep him downstairs.” Yelena said, picking the lock of the office. After a few seconds, the door opened making her immediately walk in.

“I’m inside, Y/n. I’ll let you know when I'm done.” The blonde said as she moved towards the wooden desk. The y/h/c kept dancing with her back towards Neculai when his guard tapped her shoulder.

“Neculai dorește să vorbească cu tine. (Neculai wishes to talk to you.)” The man said with a deep voice as she looked over her shoulder towards Neculai. Y/n turned around and walked towards her target, swaying her hips more than usual.

“Mi-ai cerut? (You asked for me?)” The y/h/c asked as she slightly smirked under the piece of veil that covered her mouth, immediately getting into character.

“Ești dispus să dai un show privat? (Are you willing to give a private show?)” Neculai asked and took a sip from his drink before placing it on the silver tray next to him. He parted from the group and walked towards Y/n to stand right in front of her.

“Pentru tine domnule… orice. (For you sir… anything.)” The man smirked and lifted his hand, signalling towards the stairs. Y/n began to walk with Neculai next to her, placing his hand on her lower back. He guided her into a bedroom, had a king size bed and a small stage in the middle of it. Across the bed, there was a small bar with crystal glasses, ice and bottles of liquor.

“Ați dori ceva de băut? (Would you like something to drink?)” Y/n asked, walking towards the small table. She placed ice on two glasses, the liquor and took out a small vial with white powder. The y/h/c poured it in one of the glasses and mixed it with her finger, then turned around and handed it to him. He took a sip without taking his eyes away from her as she drank from hers as well.

“Sunteți gata? (Are you ready?)” Y/n asked as she placed the glass down and walked towards the small stage.

“Ar trebui să fiu cel care te întreabă asta, dar… da, sunt gata. (I should be the one asking you that but… yes, I'm ready.)” He said with a smirk as he watched the girl begin to move her hips. Y/n began to dance, moving her body to the music as Neculai rubbed his member over his pants. She turned around and moved her hair over her shoulder moving her hips in circles as she scrunched her face in disgust. The y/h/c then started thinking about when she and Yelena were making the plan.

“We’re going to that.” Yelena said moving from her bed to the closet.

“What do you mean we’re going?”

“You’re going to hack into the system, like you know how to do and you’ll get me an invite.”

“What about me?”

“You’ll be working.” Yelena smirked as she handed the table to Y/n.

“It’s arabian themed, cultural appropriation if you ask me but what would I be doing?”

“I don’t know but you’re smart. You’ll figure it out.” The blonde tapped the y/h/c’s shoulder and walked into the bathroom.

“Just make sure it’s extremely undercover and distracting.” She shouted, making Y/n turn to the room.

“How distracting?”

“Enough to distract Neculai or any man for that matter.” Y/n stared at the tablet in her hands and took a deep breath, knowing exactly what she had to do. Yelena noticed her change of emotion, making her stop doing whatever she was doing.

“What’s on your mind Y/n?”

“There’s gonna be dancers at the party… belly dancers. I just remembered I heard Neculai say it and he is definitely going to enjoy it. The dancers will distract him and I just know he will want to take a girl to his room so… I’ll do it.” She said and looked up at Yelena who nodded as she continued with whatever she was doing. Y/n went to the dining room and went into her computer, getting the blonde an invite as well as adding her alias name into the employee list. Yelena then walked out and placed her field on the table, in front of the y/h/c.

“Okay so I’ll go in and you’ll already be there. We’re going to check for the guards and try to locate Neculai and Darya.” As the blonde talked, Y/n typed away on her computer and handed the russian an earpiece.

“Here you go. We can hear and talk to each other. Here’s a smartphone so you can see the mansion’s surveillance footage.” Y/n said as she slid the black box with the earpiece and the smartphone next to it. Yelena stared at it in shock and looked up at the girl who looked unbothered.

“What? I hacked into the security system.” She shrugged as the blonde chuckled in surprise.

“How did you do that so fast?”

“I think I’ve had enough practice. I’ve been hacking into shit since I was 13, when I got my first computer.” She smiled as she turned back to her device while typing things Yelena knew she didn’t understood.

After a few seconds of sensual dancing, Neculai felt dizzy as his eyelids got heavy.

“Mă simt amețit. (I feel dizzy.)” He said as she rubbed his forehead. Y/n stopped dancing and of course, acted oblivious.

“Vrei să mă opresc? (Do you want me to stop?)” The y/h/c asked innocently as Neculai fell back, falling unconscious.

“Ugh, finally.” She muttered as moved off the stage to look around the bedroom.

“Yelena, he’s asleep. How are you doing?”

“I just left the office, where are you?” The blonde asked, walking down the hall as Y/n stepped out of the bedroom.

“Yelena.” She whispered, making the russian turn around to see Y/n poking her head out of the room. The blonde made it to the bedroom and saw Neculai snoring on the bed with a very noticeable boner.

“I’m guessing you caused that.” Yelena asked as she pointed at the man’s member.

“Oh shut up, it’s not my fault Darya doesn’t satisfy the man.” Y/n chuckled and closed the door, then moved next to the blonde.

“I’m sure he would love for you to satisfy him.”

“Shut it.”

“Look at him, he couldn’t control himself.” Yelena laughed as Y/n rolled her eyes. She walked towards the bed and grabbed the crystal glass he had, putting a piece of tape (from under her skirt) over it to retract the finger prints.

“This will become useful sooner or later.”

“We have to get out before someone comes looking for him.”

“Yeah yeah, I'm done. You have to walk out first. Oh no, wait.” Y/n turned to Neculai and climbed on the bed. She opened his buttoned shirt and unbuckled his belt, taking his pants off.

“What are you-“

“Remember he brought me here. If someone comes looking for him it has to look like we did something.” The y/h/c said as she messed up his hair.

“Okay, done.” She said climbing out of the bed while Yelena opened the door. She walked

out and turned to Y/n as she closed the bedroom door.

“I’ll be waiting for you outside. If anything happens let me know.” The y/h/c nodded and Yelena began to walk downstairs, making her way outside to the car. Y/n waited a few minutes and began walking down the stairs to see one of Neculai’s guards at the end.

“Unde este el? (Where is he?)”

“A adormit înainte să putem termina. (He fell asleep before we could finish.)” The guard looked up the stairs and back at Y/n, nodding his head before letting her walk past him. She quickly walked to under the stairs where the other dancers were and left through the back door.

“Hei, tu! (Hey, you!)” A man shouted following behind Y/n making her stop dead in tracks and turn around. The first thing that ran through her head was that she had been caught. She was afraid she was about to die right that second.

“Aproape ai plecat fără ca noi să te plătim. (You almost left without us paying you.)” He said and took out an envelope full of cash. Y/n’s eyes widened in surprise and took it with shaky hands.

“Un pic în plus pentru dansul privat. (A little extra for the private dance.)” He winked at the y/h/c and she gave him a nervous laugh.

“Multumesc, sa aveti o noapte placuta. (Thank you, have a nice night.)” She smiled and waved as she walked away towards the employee parking lot. The car pulled over in front of her as the window rolled down to reveal Yelena.

“Get in.” Y/n got in the car and ripped off the thin cloth she had over her mouth, finally taking a deep breath.

“I’m exhausted.”

“Same here but we will rest in a bit.” The blonde smiled as she looked at the y/h/c who chuckled. They finally made it to the apartment and Yelena whipped off her heels, sighing in relief. She walked straight into the bedroom as Y/n walked to the living room beginning to take off her costume after making sure every curtain was closed. The blonde got thirsty and walked back out, into the kitchen catching a glimpse of the y/h/c. Her green eyes stared at the woman in front of her as she moved her hair over her shoulder to untie her bikini top. Her y/h/c locks went back down her back, breaking Yelena’s trance. She quickly turned and took a glass from the sink, purposely making noise. That caused Y/n to cover her breasts and turn to see the blonde’s eyes shifting from the floor and back to her.

“Um… sorry.” Yelena said nervously and quickly walked into the bedroom, closing the door behind her. She leaned back against it and took a deep breath as she realized that she was still thinking about Y/n.

It was currently 3am and Yelena was still tossing and turning on her bed. She laid wide awake, staring at the ceiling. Thinking of the mission, where it was going and surprisingly, Y/n. The bedroom door creaked, making Yelena sit up abruptly. Y/n stood there in her big t-shirt and her messy bun. They stayed frozen, staring at each other until the y/h/c walked into the bedroom and closed the door behind her. She walked towards the bed and got in, quickly getting on her knees next to Yelena.

They stared at each other for a bit until Y/n began to lean in. Their lips connected in a soft kiss, then it began to get more passionate by the second. The y/h/c climbed on top of the blonde never parting their lips. Yelena’s hands went up her thighs and up to her waist making Y/n arch her back. She cupped the blonde’s face and moved a hand to the back of her head, closing her fist around her hair causing Yelena to moan into Y/n’s mouth.

Some loud thumps could be heard from the wall next to them making Yelena break from the kiss. Y/n kept kissing down her neck as the blonde continued to stare at the wall. She didn’t realize but the y/h/c had stopped kissing her making the blonde look at her.

“Yelena.” Y/n whispered cupping her face as she gave her a soft smile.

The loud thumping came back causing Yelena to wake from her deep sleep. She opened her eyes and sat up, noticing she was alone. Her eyes moved around the room before she fell back with a loud huff, feeling hot and bothered. The blonde walked out of the room after a few minutes to see Y/n cutting some strawberries, wearing the same shirt she wore in her dream. The y/h/c heard the door creak, making her turn her head towards the blonde and smile.

“Morning, there’s some coffee in the pot over there.” Y/n smiled as she pointed at the coffee maker with the knife she was using.

“Thanks..” Yelena walked into the kitchen and got her coffee in silence which was pretty odd. The y/h/c stared at her for a bit before going back to cutting the fruit.

“Are you okay?”

“Um… yeah, yes.” The blonde cleared her throat and walked to the dining table. Y/n stayed quiet, not wanting to push on her. She grabbed the plates and made her way towards the table, placing Yelena’s food in front of her. They ate in silence for a while, just the sound of the forks filled the room. Suddenly, the burner phone rang, meaning that Valentina was calling. Yelena was about to stand up but Y/n held out her hand, signalling her to sit back down.

“Hello?” She answered as she walked towards the kitchen with the phone pressed against her ear.

“Um… yeah, yeah. I don’t know, Valentina… I can try and- no… no, no, it’s fine. I’ll go. Okay… yeah, bye.” Y/n hung up and placed the phone on the kitchen counter, keeping her eyes on the ground.

“What did she say?” Yelena asked, finally breaking her silence as she placed her fork down.

“She told me that I have to go to another one of Neculai’s parties… alone.” The y/h/c said and crossed her arms over her chest, turning her head to Yelena who stared at her with wide eyes.

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