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actuallysaiyan · 23 days

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The First Time(Aka How Nanami Kento Lost His Virginity) Chapter Two: A Little More Touch Me

Chapter Two: A Little More Touch Me

warnings: making out, mentions of death, trauma, heavy petting, premature ejaculation pairings: Emo!Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader summary: you meet up with Kento once more and invite him to your dorm on the night that holiday break starts. after an intense game of Two Truths And A Lie, things get a little handsy. you eventually have to comfort him after he gets a little too excited. a/n: Chapter title is in reference to the song "A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Touch Me" by Fall Out Boy.

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For a few weeks after the kiss, Nanami was avoiding you a little. He would say hi to you if you were to outright greet him, but he never really approached you. So you decided to give him a little room. You worried a little that maybe you had been too forward with him during that first hangout.

Your classes were going well. Slowly, you found yourself competing with Kento for the top spot in terms of grades. Your projects went well, and you even began to make friends. Things were going really smoothly. In a few more weeks, it was time for the first holiday leave of the semester. You were excited to go home.

Everything seemed to be going so well. You were thrilled at the prospect of having some time off to focus on spending time with your parents. Then the inevitable happened. They called to tell you they’d be staying somewhere else for the holiday.

So you were going to be stuck in your dorm for the holiday. You’d be alone. With your plans crushed, you decided to make the best of it. You’d be spending the majority of your time in the dorm, then maybe you’d try to go out and do a little shopping at some point. You wanted to make yourself feel a little better, even though you knew things would be bleak.

Everyone is getting ready to leave for the holiday, and you notice that only a handful of students are staying. One of them happens to be Nanami Kento. Your heart soars at the thought of spending even just a little time with him. Ever since that night, you haven’t been able to get him off your mind.

You approach him, a shy look on your face. Kento looks away, blushing a little. Then, when you’re face-to-face, he offers you a bashful smile.

“Staying here for the holiday?” you ask.

He nods, “Yeah. You?”

“I wasn’t planning on it, but my folks are headed out on vacation. So I can’t go home.”

Nanami finds himself feeling sad for you. He knows what it’s like to not have a place to go for the holidays. He hasn’t talked to his parents in a long time. Ever since he attended Jujutsu Tech, he had managed to keep them at a safe distance. They had understood, but that didn’t mean he didn’t miss them, and they didn’t miss him. Nanami just couldn’t find the courage to contact them after years of not talking to them.

“M-maybe we can keep each other company.”

Your heart skips a beat at his suggestion. You flash him the sweetest smile, nodding your head.

“I’d love that.”

Nanami scratches the back of his head nervously, “You busy right now?”

You shake your head, “Nope. Wanna come by my dorm? We can watch anime, get some take-out.”

Nanami smiles and he offers you his hand. For the first time in weeks, he was showing you that he still wanted to be around you. And you were enjoying every moment of being with him.

Once inside your dorm room, you and Kento decide to watch some anime together. Then you take the time to order a pizza, memorizing the toppings he enjoys. It’s like you two have been friends for ages instead of just a few weeks.

When the pizza gets there, you and Kento sit at the table. The topics of conversation seem to flow very easily between the two of you. But neither of you talk about the kissing. It’s something that seems to be a little taboo to mention right now.

Eventually, you suggest playing a little game to break the ice even more.

“Two truths and a lie. You tell three stories; two of them true and one of them a lie.”

Kento smirks. “Alright, I think I can enjoy this.”

You begin to think about what you’re going to tell him. This had been a game you had played in one of your clubs in high school. He seems to be thinking about it just as hard as you. Then you take another sip of your soda before you look at him.

“You first.” You offer, and he shakes his head.

“Not ready. You go first.”

You sigh but you smirk playfully. Then you scratch your chin, making a big show of considering it.

“Okay, so first, I used to work in a bank. It’s why I’m studying business and finance.”

Kento studies your features, “A bank, huh? Yeah okay…I could see it.”

“Secondly, my parents are high school sweethearts, and they had me very young. My mom was only nineteen when she gave birth to me.”

This makes Kento laugh: “High school sweethearts is the right term. Damn, nineteen?!”

You nod, “Yup! And lastly, I was in a commercial when I was a little baby.”

Kento considers all the things you’ve just said. He wants to almost believe you aren’t lying at all, but you don’t seem the type to lie about the game. He doesn’t know enough about you to truly figure out the lie, so he’s going to guess.

“I call bullshit on the last thing. There’s no way you were in a commercial.”

You laugh, “Nope! That’s not the lie. My parents weren’t high school sweethearts. They met in college.”

Kento’s eyes widened, “What commercial?!”

You go over to grab your laptop, and you pull up the video. It’s a commercial for baby food, and Kento finds himself so endeared by the way you were so cute then. Not to say you aren’t cute now, but it’s much different.

“You’re turn,” you say as you begin eating another piece of pizza.

Kento considers it all very carefully. He knows that he has to keep his Jujutsu life under wraps, but maybe it couldn’t hurt for you to know a bit more about his past. He knows what he’s about to say might make you feel pity for him, and he doesn’t necessarily want to use it to his advantage, but he does want you to know more about him. Even the ugly parts need to be known.

“First, my star sign is Cancer. My birthday is July 3rd.”

You smile and say, “I can see it. You are moody and brooding.”

Kento frowns, “Hey! I’m not ‘moody’ nor am I ‘brooding’. I am just a loner…”

You reach over to squeeze his hand, “Sorry, please continue.”

Nanami looks over at you and sighs, “Blond isn’t my natural hair color. I dye it.”

“Oooh, rebellious. I like it.”

Then Nanami swallows hard. He had been considering this last one for a long time. He knows it could go sour. It could make him feel terrible to even speak about it. He looks at you and he feels his heart aching.

“My best friend died at seventeen.”

You nearly choke on your soda. Was this true? Surely that had to be the lie. You weren’t sure because you didn’t think his hair was dyed. So maybe his star sign was something else.

“W-what?” you manage to spit out.

Nanami looks down at his hands on his lap, “Which one is the lie? Isn’t that the game?”

You look away, your bottom lip trembling. This was starting to become serious. Because of the way he was acting and talking, you had to know that the third thing he said was the truth.

“D-did he really die? Your best friend?”

Nanami gasps at the way you just ignored the directives of the game. You looked inside of him, seeing his true emotions. You notice the quiver in his bottom lip. You watch as he wants to be completely swallowed up by the ground.

“H-he did. He died when he was seventeen.”

You don’t know what to say. How could someone go through something like that and continue on through life? You reach over and give his hand a careful squeeze.

“We can stop the game now,” you offer.

Kento nods shakily, “Probably for the best.”

After a few moments of silence, you get up to clean the kitchenette. Then you guide him over to the couch, wrapping him up in a blanket. Nanami feels the warmth coming from you. Something about these little actions is calming him down.

Then you both look at each other. There’s an electricity in the air, tinged with sadness. He reaches out for you, pulling you in closer. He holds you tightly, nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.

“You’ve been my first friend since then.” He finally says: “Well, my first close friend since Yu.”

You blink away tears. “I’m here for you, Kento. I promise.”

He shudders in your embrace. He’s not sure what’s coming over him. A myriad of emotions seem to be attacking him, making him feel weak for you. Then he looks at you with tear-filled eyes. You slowly close the gap, kissing his lips so softly. Kento pushes himself closer, cupping your face.

“I’m sorry for dropping that bomb on you,” he whispers.

You smile sweetly. “It’s okay, honey. You’re allowed to talk to me about that stuff if you want to.”

Then Kento resumes kissing you. It’s less sloppy than the last time. You can tell he was taking his cues from you. This time, he seems confident enough to take the lead. His tongue glides against your bottom lip, and you gladly part them.

He lets out a cute moan when your tongues touch. You don’t know if he’s using this type of emotion and release to try and forget about the pain, but you won’t judge him for it. You’ll allow him to do this if it means he’ll feel better afterwards.

His hands begin to wander; he’s caressing you so tenderly and tentatively. You allow your hands to rest on his chest, gently rubbing. You begin to feel the physique that seems to be underneath all that dark clothing.

“You taste so good,” he says timidly when you pull away.

“Yeah? Not just like pizza?”

He chuckles. “Better than pizza.”

This causes you to kiss him deeply. You guide one of his hands to your breast, making him gasp. It’s so cute to know that he’s a complete virgin. You know you want to show him how to navigate this rocky road. You want to show him how to properly have a good time sexually. Your first time had been with someone more experienced than yourself, and they had taught you all the right things.

Then you feel his other hand join the first one, and he’s kneading your breasts. You pull away from the kiss to rest your forehead against his. You can tell he’s learned some of this from porn, and you place your own hands on his.

“Gentler,” you whisper. “Softer.”

“S-sorry…”

“Don’t be. You’re learning. You can take your time, we’re not in a rush.”

Kento feels a renewed sense of confidence. He uses your words of wisdom and goes slower and more gently. You begin to feel aroused, and you pant and moan at the way he’s massaging your tits. He’s going to become a natural in no time if you keep guiding him like this.

Suddenly, he pushes you back against the couch. You look up at him, and a smirk spreads on his face. He leans in to kiss you, laying his weight on top of you. It’s all so needy and a little desperate, but not unwanted. Kento kisses you with a heated passion.

“Mmmm, fuck you smell good.”

Just his words alone could make you melt into a puddle of mush. You don’t remember the last time you enjoyed a make-out session quite like this one. Nanami finally gains enough courage to begin grinding against you, and immediately you feel his erection against your thigh. Your eyes nearly bulge out when you feel just how thick his cock is.

“I want you so badly,” he whispers.

“I want you too,” you nip at his bottom lip. “Let’s keep taking it slow, honey.”

Kento grunts softly as he grinds against you again. You move in tandem with him, enjoying the way this feels. Your body is heating up from the friction, and you can see the way there’s a dusting of pink on Kento’s cheeks and the tops of his ears from how aroused he is.

He’s trying to ignore the pleasure building in the pit of his tummy, and he’s certainly trying his best to ignore the way his balls are drawing up so fast. Nothing could ruin this moment for him. He’s whimpering and moaning your name as you two continue kissing in a hungry way and moving your bodies in the most perfect way.

“I—I—hnng fuck this feels so good,”

You nod your head, moaning his name as you grind against him a little harder. Kento whines as his cock begins to throb, and he’s squeezing his eyes shut to hold off the inevitable. A few more thrusts from your hips and he’s a goner.

“Shit! W-wait, I—”

He cries out as he begins to cum. Shot after shot of his cum begins to fill the front of his boxers. His hips stutter and he’s got the sexiest ‘O’ face you’ve ever seen. His cheeks are still a little pink as he slowly comes down from the high.

“Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck!” He curses as he gets up.

You’re quick to get up and you gather him up in your arms. You press the softest kiss to his lips.

“Listen to me, Ken. I’m not mad.”

He’s relieved to hear your words, but he’s still so fucking mortified. He wants to leave. He can’t bring himself to look into your eyes right now.

“I’m not mad. It can happen to anyone. If anything, I am so flattered.”

Kento scoffs, “Shut up. It’s embarrassing.”

You kiss him again, “Baby, it’s okay.”

You offer him something to get changed into, and he finally relents and agrees to it. You find some baggy sweatpants in your room and you hand them to him along with a washcloth. He scurries to the bathroom, cursing himself.

You sit on the couch, adjusting the pillows and blankets to make a cute little cuddle pile. Then you grab some water and wait for him to return. Kento eventually does return to you after cleaning himself up and changing. And of course, a lengthy pep talk in the mirror.

He sits next to you, leaving some space. You hand him the bottle of water. He takes a few sips and then places the bottle down on the coffee table. You slowly scooch over towards him, smiling sweetly. Then you take his hand in yours, and he doesn’t pull away.

“Stay the night? We can snuggle and watch anime.”

Kento laughs, “Alright, alright. I’ll stay.”

You rest your head on his shoulder. You have so many questions to ask him, but for right now, you just want to bask in this feeling. Kento rests his head on yours, thankful for the silence.

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who-is-there · 13 days

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Deciding to write a fantasy high au where the Rat Grinders hide their connection to the overarching plan better than in canon. This is achieved by them actually (basically) stalking the Bad Kids everywhere, so they know more.

Or that was the plan. But it turns out that Kipperlily is really the only one sneaky enough to get away with it, so for the time skip between the beginning of Sophomore year and spring break, the Bad Kids keep accidentally finding the Rat Grinders watching them. It’s weird the first few times, but then the Rat Grinders are sort of- unofficially invited? to hang out with the Bad Kids? Like, they aren’t told when and where, but the Bad Kids usually just invite them into the conversation and talk to them more if they’re found out. Kipperlily encourages this because it means they’ve got more intell.

Except that’s not what happens. They ask Ruben about school, and the way he describes bard classes actually convinces Fig to give them a try. She introduces him to new music, and they start writing songs for each other to look over. When Fig starts her band, she asks Ruben and his band to be her first opener. The two have a decent overlap in audience, but they also pull their own listeners into each others music.

When Fabian asks Mary Ann about her tamagotchi friend, she’s the most excited they’ve seen her. Gorgug asks about it a little, and confines that it’s the small, complex kind of tech he’d never be able to make. The bad kids encourage him, and around winter break he comes in with a- strange looking bird that he says is named Chloe, but that’s not what it responds to. A few weeks after they come back from their spring break, Gorgug gives Mary Ann a construct of her tamagotchi, small enough to fit in her bag, and she cries.

Ivy tries to get Fig on the ‘mean girl’ idea, but Fig shuts it down pretty quickly. She introduces Ivy to Baxter, and Ivy now comes to the Manor solely to pet him. She meets Sandra-Lynn, who sees this girl that is almost her, and asks Jawbone to have a talk with her, just once. Ivy tends to be quieter nowadays, but a little nicer too, and Fig can understand her mom a little more with Ivy next to her.

Adaine and Oisin meet earlier, and the two talk more about their school work. Adaine apologises for not remembering him, and the two are a speed team in their class that semester. The first time Oisin made a comment concerning lower classes, Fabian pulled him aside and they have a talk about family, and what it means to use your class to help others rather than insult them. They both come out of it a little better.

Lucy and Kristin talk some. Kristin still likes hearing about other Gods, and Lucy doesn’t often get to talk about her ancestral religions. She helps Kristin and Tracker, since she doesn’t have anything against other Clerics or their religions. When Kristin gets doubt, she talks it out, and Lucy learns some spine from Kristine assertiveness.

With Riz, the Rat Grinders have been told stories from Kipperlily, so they expect things, but Riz isn’t like that. He isn’t dismissive or impersonal, and while he’s definitely- intense, there isn’t superiority there like they thought. When he talks about his dad or his home life, they don’t see a great backstory like Kipperlily wants, they see a kid at their age, that has to do twice as much for half the reward. They don’t know how to tell her.

But he does relax. With more people helping each other, Riz is a little less stressed. And the Rat Grinders, more than anything, see an adventuring party that are actually friends, that rely on each other and actually hang out together outside campaigns.

And then Spring break happens, and it’s a little better. The Rat Grinders convive Kipperlily to go on another quest, instead of to the mountains. Gorgug is more secure, Fabian’s more aware, Adaine has pushed her spells more, Riz is a little less stressed, Fig’s more focused and Kristin still doubts, but she’s better at taking about it. But it’s still bad. They still go through the forest, still have to deal with fighting and their fears, still get beat up and everything.

And when they come back, the Rat Grinders don’t see them getting praise. They don’t see all the great rewards for saving the world they expected. What they see, is a change to a deadline that was going to happen anyway, and that this group of people that were kind to them have gone through absolute hell. They’re tired, they’re scared, it’s rough. And then a week later, they’re running off again, after an endless night. And when they come back, it’s just more consequences and reprimands from a system that the Rat Grinders have been told favours the Bad Kids. And they realise that maybe Kipperlily doesn’t understand the Bad Kids as well as she thinks.

#adaine abernant #fabian seacaster #fantasy high #figeroth faeth #gorgug thistlespring #kristen applebees #riz gukgak #the bad kids #dimension 20 #rat grinders #long post

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monnn · 2 months

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Am I the greatest bastard that you know?

staring: idol! jeonghan x non-idol!, gn! s/o

wc: 1.3k-ish

genre: ANGST. big angry feelings of reader, kinda fluff towards the end?

a/n: hi, ur fav angst lover is back! things have not been great lately and this fic might just be a vent of mine. big feelings and anger is very valid but so is taking a break. hope you realise that and take a break from life to just exist! to whoever's reading this, i love u, let things take time, take time for yourself, stay hydrated and BE ANGRY!!!

divider by @saradika-graphics !!!

song rec for this fic is The Greatest Bastard by Damien Rice!

knowing how stressful going on a hiatus can be, you successfully lure jeonghan into a staycation, away from the city. though han had to be present for rehab, you had checked with the doctor and he was okay with han being away for a weekend. doing nothing was the plan since jeonghan was actively burning out from working hard to the extent that he's injured, so he was looking forward to spend time with his loved one for a while. what neither of you knew was the fight that would gonna pop up at reaching the room. hannie had drove all the way to the hotel since you didn't have a license and all you had done after reaching there was ask what he wanted to eat since y'all had skipped the rest stops.

~ 30 mins before

"hey love, what do you feel like eating? i could order it for us" you ask a very eepy han.

"just anything, i'm okay with anything" he replies and you can sense the exhaustion in his voice. to make sure you don't get him more grumpy, you ask again to confirm if he's sure about his decision.

"jesus y/n! can you cut me some slack? just stop fucking bothering me and order whatever the fuck you want!" he yells, shaking you to the core.

here's the thing - there necessarily hasn't been any major disagreements or "fights" in your relationship, so the intensity of his feelings get to you. but he should've known better than to snap because your rage knows no bounds and hannie does know about this.

"well, fuck you with that behaviour of yours, i'm not gonna be ordering any food!"

"good! because i don't fucking need it anymore either!" he screams, walking away from the room. you had put great effort in picking a room which is right by a stream, surrounded by mountains and a temple on one of the mountains.

trying not to mind the rage and disappointment with han, you chug a glass of water before doing anything. but you weren't gonna let han off the hook because he was having a hard time. the value you hold for yourself is much more important and you've tried so hard to just have that value in your life for so long, hence you are not going to let the love of your life doubt on it. finishing another glass of water, you leave the room in search of hannie with some snacks and a drink.

you are yet find han with the passing time. he wasn't by the stream, hadn't left the premises according to the owner and definitely hadn't hiked up a mountain(cause bro was literally eepy). but the one place you hadn't scraped was the temple, so you hydrate and go on to check if he's there.

in fact, he is there. his silhouette seems regretful. melancholic even. hunched over and zoning out by overthinking. you stomp your way towards the temple, letting him know of your arrival as he fixes his posture and keeps his gaze down. leaving your shoes behind, you enter the temple and kneel infront of han to provide well-needed snacks and water. he whispers a small 'thank you' and you move aside to sit away from him. not that you wanted to, rather wanting to just talk without any physical contact. you see him chug the water and eat his snacks, making a part of you feel relieved. after finishing his nibbles, han thinks he's ready to talk cause he knows it's better to do this right now than to dwell and let it become bigger.

"y/n, i'm sorry. i am not gonna reason myself for my actions towards you but i do wanna let you know i'm really tired. probably beyond exhaustion. i love you but that was really wrong of me to behave that way when you were just trying to make me feel better." he begins.

"okay, i accept your apology. but i'm not sorry because i haven't done anything wrong. and i'm gonna have to get this off my chest cause if i don't say it now, it's just gonna grow and rot in me." you say, stretching out your hand for him to hold. hannie slips his palm in yours and there's a little squeeze from both of you before letting go.

"okay, i'm gonna listen what you have to say and i'm sure i'll have things to say after, but i'm gonna listen to you first." he says, reassuring you.

"thank you. i hope you know that i was just trying to be of help and not a bother. you snapping at me was unnecessary, which you know by now and it scared me han. for a moment, you were an angry stranger to me and it made me so angry too. why? because i don't deserve to be treated like this han, you know how hard life has been and still is for me." you pause, taking a deep breath as you feel tears welling up your eyes. but one look at hannie and you know he's making space for your anger, willing for you to continue.

shit, you really do love him.

"i understand how mentally and physically exhausting things have been for the past week or so. i understand so much han, i really do. but that does not give you any leverage to be rude or angry at me. regardless of the terrible things i deal with in my life, i'm really trying to be positive towards our relationship and this unconsciously might've broken a part of me. maybe i'm being dramatic but my feelings are big and valid. i love you but we'll need to work on this at our own pace, yeah? what do you think?" you finish, catching a breath that you didn't realise was held.

jeonghan takes a deep breath, before he begins. taking one look at you, he fidgets with his phone and tries to talk cause he has to start somewhere.

"firstly, i am really sorry love. i wanna let you know that i regret my actions and shouldn't have behaved that way towards you. it's just been really hard for me to go into a break from being so packed with schedules. i don't think i've rested at all since i started working and it's just a lot. it's a lot because i now am realising the importance of rest and that solely is beyond overwhelming. but now that i'm here, i want to make the best of it and spend as much time as i can with the people i love. again, i can't think of anything other than apologising because you don't deserve that. i have no right to be treating you that way when you've put your complete trust and love in me. i'm so sorry again love, i want to work on this. i'm not sure how but i wanna work on us, with you. i love you." he finishes, letting out a loud sob. you hold yourself back from going and holding him cause he needs this more than anything else.

instead you move next to him, taking one of his hands in yours. hannie turns to look at you and lays his head on your shoulder, not caring about drenching your shirt. you gently caress his hand as he calms down and give him some water to hydrate. disconnecting from your hand, he drinks the water and wipes his face but intertwines your arm in both of his the moment he's done. there's a moment of stillness felt, as he leans onto your shoulder, nuzzling further into your neck. you haven't felt this feeling ever and just being present makes you realise that there is always space to be wrong and learn in love. not sure if it's the same with everyone else, but you know for sure it is with jeonghan.

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fatuismooches · 10 months

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Hihi!! Idk if your taking requests BUT hear me out on SAGAU(self aware genshin AU is what it stands for i thinkk) with Wanderer/scara when reader is saving up for his rerun and is super excited to get him and farming his artifacts and stuff and he’s just super excited to come home and can’t wait till his rerun comes so reader can get him and he can Hug them and all that fluffy stuff <33 ps can I be 💤 anon?

Wanderer vividly remembers a wide variety of moments with you. From the first time you’d seen him, expressing genuine pure interest in him, something no one had done in a very long time. The time you were practically screaming when he appeared in the Delusion Factory, nearly distracting him from his goal of taking the Gnosis because of how ecstatic you were at seeing someone like him. When you were tearing your hair out and crying at his past. When you were so happy to see him getting along with other people (for some bizarre reason.) Out of all the Gods, he had come to realize the Creator was the most benevolent one, despite being locked behind a screen.

Similarly, he remembers your intense stare at the exact time his banner dropped. You were online without a moment’s delay, at the Sanctuary of Surasthana, and he could hear a strange song playing in the background, which you called his “theme song.” Regardless of your odd rituals, as much as Wanderer tried to deny it, he was looking forward to being on your team. For a while, he had to listen to that damn ginger-haired brat go on and on about how amazing it was to be on your team, and how he always served you well. Despite Wanderer still being conflicted by his feelings, he was sure he wanted that to be him instead.

Wanderer remembers your bated breath, your rapid heartbeat as you spammed the wishing button, skipping through when you saw that it was purple instead of gold. He listened to your small comments about what you got - “Ah, I needed some constellations for them… ugh, not The Bell again… c’mon baby, just come home already!” His ears went a little red at the last one.

And at last, the long-awaited gold star descended from the sky, and Wanderer could feel his palms becoming tingly at the sensation. Finally, he could be on your team. Finally, he could be able to hear your sweet voice all day. Though he loathed running around doing tasks for others, he’d be able to witness your lovely concentrated face for hours.

Until he realized that nothing had happened and that the look on your face was now a mixture of shock and on the verge of breaking down. A red-haired man he didn’t recognize was standing in what have been his place.

Needless to say, Wanderer did not come home, and he had to deal with your tired eyes squinting at the screen in the middle of the night, trying to grind as much as possible. Opening the wishing menu where he resided for a few weeks as you pulled as soon as you got one hundred and sixty Primogems, only to be met with disappointment. If he could, he would have scolded you for your recklessness, for you were still someone that needed to take care of themselves.

Now, it had been almost eight months since Wanderer’s last banner, and despite how praise did not come easily from his mouth, he had to admire your endless dedication to him. Even Nahida would tease him about how much you loved him. Diligently entering the artifact domain every day, ignoring the temptation to pull for others and focusing solely on him. (You had placed the best artifacts and weapon you had on some random person as a placeholder, and oh, how he couldn’t wait to see the expression on their face as they were stripped bare of your hard work and transferred to him instead.) How endearing you looked doing the same routine every day for him, entering the summoning menu to drag the slider to see how many wishes you had for him.

Not to mention how affectionate you were. Even he didn’t understand how, but every time your fingers brushed against the screen, he could feel you stroking his cheek. What would be the wind blowing his hair was actually your fingers caressing it. But those moments would only be temporary, only a few hours after multiple, long months.

Soon, once he was on your team, he’d be able to relish in your touch, your unlimited affection. And of course, he awaits the day you descend to Teyvat rather impatiently.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #scaramouche x reader #wanderer x reader #kabukimono x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #scaramouche #scaramouche headcanons #scaramouche fanfic #scaramouche fluff #genshin impact scaramouche #sagau x reader #wanderer fluff #wanderer genshin #genshin sagau #sagau scaramouche #forgive me bc im really bad at writing sagau

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lovelyjj · 3 months

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You know that one scene in walk to remember the play where he kisses her in the play even though it wasn’t part of it I think that would be so cute with jj and like the reactions that come with the scene honestly the whole movie expect the ending let’s skip the ending the play and the posters they make his character gives jj vibes

a walk to remember

jj maybank x reader

wc: 1.5k

The play was going pretty smoothly. You were singing your solo. You were wearing a beautiful light blue silk dress and JJ was practically drooling. You looked so pretty like an angel sent from heaven above. And your voice alone was simply breathtaking.

JJ was watching you sing in awe. He couldn’t believe his ears or eyes for that matter. Your voice was making him feel things. As you sat down and sang the last bit of the song JJ watched you intensely.

When the song has finished JJ leaned over and placed his lips on yours. The kiss was quick and soft but you still felt butterflies erupting in your stomach. It was also extremely tender. You were very surprised that he kissed you. JJ was nervous to kiss you but when it happed it felt right. Like your lips molded perfectly together.

JJ’s chest was warm and he felt tingly throughout his body. Your heart was palpitating. Your lips were locking together. JJ’s head lingered in front of you as he looked into your eyes after the kiss and then the curtains closed.

There were a group of girls in the audience that let out a huff and rolled their eyes. Your father who was also in the audience put a hand over his mouth in surprise and concern.

After the play JJ tried his best to get you to talk to him. You were still mad at him for embarrassing you in front of his friends.

JJ was at the lockers with his friend group when you asked him if you’ll see him after school to practice for the play. His response was “in your dreams.” His friends all laughed. You embarrassed nodded your head and walked away.

You weren’t ready to forgive him just yet. JJ made multiple attempts to try and talk to you but you shut him down each time. It wasn’t till he showed up at your house with a gift for you that you started to think maybe he really was sorry.

The evening air was nice so you decided to sit on the porch and read. What you didn’t expect was for JJ to be walking up your porch steps with a bag in his hand.

“You,” you stated.

“Me,” JJ responded.

JJ pushed the bag out in front of you and you asked, “What is it?”

“I got you something,” JJ spoke as he handed you the bag.

“Thank you.”

“I’ll see you at school,” JJ said goodbye.

As JJ walked away you opened your present. It was a necklace with a shark tooth hanging from it. It looked like he made it. It was a purple rope with a shark tooth charm. You assumed it was real.

JJ was halfway down the porch steps when your father came outside.

“Mr. Maybank,” your father called.

“See you later, Mr. Y/L/N,” JJ responded.

Your father walked over to your place on the bench and sat down. JJ had driven away.

“That boy is bad news,” he stated.

“Dad,” you whined.

“No y/n I’m serious. Boys like that have… they have expectations.”

“Ok and?” you replied.

“Listen. I just want you to be careful.” Your dad warned.

“Dad it’s just a necklace.”

Your dad nodded his head but looked like he was deep in thought. You told him you were going inside. You went in your room to put on the necklace, feeling happy.

——————-

At school a few days later you were walking down the hall when JJ’s ex girlfriend came up to you.

“Y/N, Hi,” she greeted.

“Hi,” you responded.

“Listen, I just want you to know, no hard feelings. JJ and I are way over.�� She explained.

“I really don’t know what you’re talking about,” you confessed.

She nodded then said, “Y/N. You’d be so beautiful if you knew how to do your makeup.”

“Come on, eat lunch with me,” she insisted.

You walked into the lunch room with her but you couldn’t help but notice everyone laughing.

“Wow. Is that you?” she asked holding a piece of paper.

It was a picture of your face on another woman’s body in a bikini. The picture had the words “virgin mary” on it.

“Nice bod,” JJ’s ex girlfriend teased.

You were horrified. Everyone was laughing at you! Your breathing started to become small and shallow as well as short. Everyone was looking at the poster or you and it made your skin crawl.

You turned around to run away but you were met with a hard chest.

“Whoa. Whoa, Whoa, whoa.”

“Look, this is about me, ok?” JJ reassured.

“This is not you.” He explained.

“Stay here,” JJ soothed.

JJ grabbed the poster out of his ex girlfriend’s hand and walked up to one of his friends.

“Hey, man. No wonder you been keepin’ her locked up, man. I had no idea that this was underneath all that.” His friend laughed.

JJ shoved him. Then JJ punched him.

“We’re through!” Dean shouted.

“That’s great,” JJ responded.

“We are through forever!”

JJ walked over to you and cupped your face with his hands on ether side of your face.

“Are you ok?” JJ asked.

You nodded.

“You made a mistake JJ,” Dean yelled.

“You sure? Let’s get the hell out of here.” JJ insisted.

Once you got out of the school and outside JJ was very attentive.

“Baby, Baby, I’m sorry.” JJ apologized.

“Ok? They’re animals all right?” JJ expressed.

“You want me to take you home?”

You nodded your head trying to wish away the tears in your eyes that were tempting to slip down your cheek.

“alright let’s get out of here,” JJ soothed.

When you finally arrived at your house you and JJ were parked right outside sitting in the car.

“Are you sure you’re ok?” JJ fussed over you.

“Mm-hmm. Im fine. Thank you for everything.”

“Oh, you’re welcome.”

“Hey… Um… I wanna a-ask you something.” JJ stuttered.

“Ok.”

“Will you go out with me? On Saturday night?”

“I’d love to,” you said enthusiastically.

—————-

JJ took you to a nice fancy outside restaurant. You were wearing a pretty blue dress with white flowers on it, with a white sweater. JJ noticed how you were also wearing the necklace he gave you. That made him proud and happy.

“Are you sure this is ok? This place is really nice,” you were worried that he was straining his wallet.

“Yes it’s fine get whatever you want,” JJ smiled.

After looking over the menu and ordering sweet teas you looked over and saw a few old couples dancing. This made you want to dance with your date. You waited till after your meal to ask JJ.

“Would you like to dance?” You asked after the waiter took your plates.

“Um sorry, I don’t dance.”

“Me neither. I mean… not usually in front of anybody,” you explained.

“Well no, I mean, I… I don’t at all. As in, I can’t.” JJ responded.

“Everybody can dance. Come on, you can’t be that bad.”

“Please?” you begged.

“For me?” you asked.

“Come on.”

JJ caved. He caved because he would do anything to make you happy. He would do anything for you and anything to see you smile. The two of you went on the stage and slow danced.

You laughed at JJ as he stepped in your toes. The closeness of the dance made your cheeks turn pink.

“So what are your dreams?” You asked.

“Hmm my dreams, maybe get out of OBX, go to Yucatán, surf all day.” JJ smiled.

“What are yours?” JJ questioned.

“Let’s see. Read a lot of books, travel the world, I want to be more confident, get a degree, ya know the same ambitions as everyone else.” You listed.

“Those are good ones,” JJ complimented.

“Yours at good too,” you added.

You and JJ fell into conversation about anything and everything as you danced. There were lights around the stage that added to the atmosphere.

After you were done dancing JJ drove you to the pier. He parked in a parking spot that overlooked the ocean. Then he got out temporarily tattoos.

“Okay butterfly, rosebud or star?” JJ asked.

“You choose,” you responded.

“Butterfly,” JJ chose.

“Ok.”

“So… where do you want it?” JJ questioned.

“Right here,” you said as you pulled your dress sleeve down and shoved your shoulder forward to give access to the back of it.

JJ used a wet rag to place the tattoo on the back of your shoulder. Then when it was done and revealed a beautiful dark butterfly he blew on it for it to dry. You loved it.

Then the two of you started to walk around the pier. It was dark, but you enjoyed the night air as you walked and talked.

“I might kiss you,” JJ announced.

“I might be bad at it,” you worried.

“That’s not possible,” JJ reassured.

JJ kissed you with passion. The kiss was soft and gentle but you felt sparks. Your lips locked together in a heated kiss. It didn’t last too long but it was long enough for your stomach to flip. The night ended with JJ confessing his love for you. And you thought maybe just maybe you could love him back.

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deanbrainrotwritings · 11 months

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— LIVIN IN YOU

SUMMARY : dean actually loves reading. it should have been obvious what he’d enjoy reading the most. he doesn’t hate all books. he likes fun ones, ones with spice and romance.

PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader

CHARACTERS : none

WARNINGS : nsfw(18+), smut, smutty thoughts, fluff, sub!dean, dom!reader

WORD COUNT : 4.9k

A/N : title from a song by radio company. I was doing research on erotic novels for this and Bared to You by Silvia Day was the first book that popped up so I started reading it as research and planned to read only one chapter. It was all I was gonna include but I ended up liking it, and finished it lmaooo X

Dean couldn’t sleep. His bed was too empty, too cold. He moved around trying to find a comfortable position to finally fall asleep in, before he groaned and stared up at the ceiling thinking of what to do to put himself to sleep.

Y/N was out really late with Cas and Jack getting dinner since Cas and Jack went out on a hunt together and succeeded. Dean had just showered and eaten when they came back and Jack was starving so Y/N kissed Dean goodnight and went to take Jack and Cas for a late night dinner.

He chuckled shyly to himself as his brain suggested something. He looked around for his headphones and then searched in his box where he had his porn. Y/N didn’t look inside because she wasn’t interested in it—having him and all that was her reasoning. He hasn’t looked at his porn in years but he still liked collecting it anyway and Y/N didn’t mind that he did.

He finally found what he was looking for at the bottom of the box, beneath the Busty Asian Beauties magazines he had. He was paranoid and embarrassed about the thought of Y/N finding this out. It was a book he hadn’t read when he first got it. He and Cas had gone to the library years back and he was looking for something to teach Cas about sex while Y/N and Sam stayed back at the Bunker, cooking.

Dean led Cas to the erotic novels sections at the bookstore in town and he started to pick random books for him to read, from LGBTQ+ to heterosexual couples, monogamy to polyamory, BDSM, and more. Even Dean learned a few new things and they made him realise how right Rowena was when she said he was “sheltered”.

Dean sat, cross-legged, in the middle of his bed and kept his sheets on his lap to keep him warm. He plugged his headphones into his phone and let Led Zeppelin play quietly as he tried to focus on the words of the book. He was shy about reading it, so he was barely on chapter six of the book titled Bared to You. It was intense and straight to the point while all at once being a slow burn.

The main character, Eva, reminded him a little of Y/N with her wit and stubbornness, while the love interest, Gideon Cross, reminded him of himself if he were rich and more intense.

He wanted to skip straight to the sex scenes, but since it was surprisingly good, he decided against it. Once he’d started reading it—thinking he’d fall asleep quickly a few days ago, he found himself enthralled and captivated page after page as if he hadn’t had much more intense and creative sex with Y/N at least every night and morning.

He enjoyed the book more by imagining it was him and Y/N as Gideon and Eva. It could at least explain the blush that flared up his neck to his ears and cheeks, and the way his cock stiffened and swelled inside his black boxers.

He never touched himself, he just kept reading the fucked up relationship between Eva and Gideon, grateful that—as fucked up as he and Y/N were, they didn’t have something as complicated or toxic as them.

He wasn’t very good at talking about his feelings or his troubles, but he got there eventually as he processed events. Y/N didn’t push, she was just there—waiting for him, and never complained. She trusted him and she was kind, which helped to make her trust him. It was easier since she knew how to handle her own emotions despite how powerfully she felt them. So much about her made him feel safe enough to feel whatever he was feeling without being judged, invalidated, or forced to talk about it.

He didn’t always tell her he loved her in the traditional sense—through words, but he hoped—when he kissed her, when he made love to her, when he cooked for her, when he held her hand, when he smiled at her, and everything else he did—that she knew it was his way of saying it when it was too much to say out loud.

The book wasn’t very long and it was occasionally real to him. He sometimes related to Gideon and Eva, to their trauma, the feeling of being undeserving of love, the fear of vulnerability and intimacy, the inadequate feeling self-hate caused, disgust, and using sex as a coping mechanism. Now, when he had sex, it was because of surges of love and lust from how kind and tender Y/N was with him.

He didn’t feel used or objectified by her, he didn’t feel good about himself only during sex. He felt loved, worshipped, beautiful, and worthy with every press of her lips on his freckled skin, with every movement of her hands on his body, with the adoring words whispered into his mouth, against his skin. He felt it outside of the bedroom when she gazed at him lovingly when he talked about anything at all—and there was a special little glint when he gushed about cowboys. He felt it when he ate and caught her looking at him already with warm and amused eyes, when she cooked and fed him, praising him and complimenting him for looking cute as he ate. He felt it when she listened and kept her eyes on him like he was the only one in the room worth looking at, the way she hung on his every word, and how she was kind to him despite all the hurt she’s felt. She was everything. There wasn’t a single moment he’s spent with her where he hasn’t felt it.

So, even though the story did stress him out sometimes, he liked comparing Gideon and Eva to himself and Y/N. It made him feel proud of their relationship and good about himself because Gideon was really frustrating to him—and yes, Dean was aware how he keeps stuff to himself as well. However, he had never inflicted such anguish on Y/N by doing so, and he can’t keep it inside very long when Y/N makes him open up like a flower when it’s kissed by the sunrise. It’s not forced, he’s not pressured, it's just natural that he does so, bending to her tender will.

He already knew, years ago, when he started to love her. But the moment he actually let it take him over was when he was fresh out of hell, when they stood by his car in the cold, outside that barn where they hid Anna from Uriel and Cas. And he knew he was done for when she looked at him like he was everything, even as she confessed to knowing what he’d done in hell, when he realised that it didn’t alter or affect her feelings for him.

His walls were obliterated as if they were hit by a meteor when she kissed him, when she stole his breath for the first time, when she touched him so tenderly. When he felt her naked skin against his for the first time, and she quietly chanted his name over and over when he claimed her inside the backseat of his car. He was devastated by the gentle caress of her touch, by her soft panting breaths as he teased her, by the taste of her, by the way she tasted him. He felt beautiful—like a star after its death—when he was inside her that night for the first time, when he’d made love to her like he’d never loved anyone else.

He’d always known she was the only person he’d truly love after that Djinn made her his girlfriend in the wish-dream many years ago. When he told her he loved her in that dream-state and as he said them, he thought to himself that those words were only for her, he swore to himself that he’d never say them to anyone.

He’d gotten to chapter thirteen in a breeze and he was still invested in the story. There was so much drama going on between the characters and he was blushing—not just from how hot the sex was, but because he was embarrassed that he actually liked the book.

Just as he got to another sex scene he shuddered when he felt a little draught and he jumped when he looked up and saw Y/N standing with the door open. She looked like she’d been caught, she was frozen and blinked at him with confusion and surprise.

Immediately, he closed the book and turned it onto its back to hide the cover, then removed his headphones. She relaxed and smiled softly at him, “I thought you’d be asleep.” She stepped forward, her eyes filled with love as she reached out for his face. He stared up at her with a deep blush on his face, he was anxious to be discovered by her, but he closed his eyes when her fingertips gently brushed across his cheeks.

“Couldn’t sleep without you,” he murmured and opened his eyes, glancing up at her through his thick lashes. Her smile widened slightly and she cupped the side of his jaw, letting him rest his breathtaking face in her soft palm.

“I’m here now,” she whispered. He smiled softly, lifting his hand to hold her wrist and moved it to his mouth so he could kiss her pulse. “Let me get cleaned up, I’ll be right back.” He nodded gently, closing his eyes when she leaned down to kiss his forehead. He leaned into her with a content smile, then offered his lips to her when she pulled away. A single press of her warm mouth on his made his lips tingle, but he let her walk away, and licked his lips as he watched her leave his room. He let himself bask in the aftermath of her tenderness for a few seconds. He just stared at the door she exited from, his eyes drifting away little by little as he bit his lip, deep in thought. Thinking of her—naked, mostly.

Shortly after, he made quick work of hiding his book where it had been and returned his headphones to where they were before as well. He sighed and threw his phone on the wooden bedside table carelessly. He felt a bit of adrenaline at the thought of being discovered and arousal from having been fantasising sexual encounters with Y/N.

Still, he innocently returned to his spot on the bed. He moved beneath the warm sheets of his bed—sitting, and rubbed his eyes when he heard his bedroom door opening again. Y/N was standing there for a while, smiling at the way he rubbed his eyes before she entered. She quietly closed the door behind her and walked towards him, “what were you doing before I interrupted you?”

He stared at the black shirt she wore. It was his Led Zeppelin shirt with a grainy black and white image of a zeppelin and orange coloured words. He smiled at how big it fit her—like a minidress. His adoring, honeydew eyes fell to her bare legs and her blue ankle socks with white clouds, to the grey slippers on her feet.

She climbed onto the bed and he bit his lip, shyly looking at his hands, “listening to music and reading some book about wraiths. It was interesting, so, uh, I couldn’t fall asleep after all,” he lied and she chuckled. She still raised a brow as she inspected his flushed state, and moved the sheets to straddle him, unaware that he was hard. He exhaled shakily when she sat back on his thighs and his hands flexed on her legs as she rested her arms on his shoulders. “How’d it go with Jack and Cas?” He cleared his throat and held her hips, hoping to change the subject even though he only wanted to pull her onto his cock.

“Good,” she murmured, “Jack wanted a burger, milkshake, and some fries.” She smiled down at him, then kissed his lips softly oblivious to the way it only fueled his lust. His eyes fluttered shut and he hummed softly. “Cas was just sitting there all stiff, but he relaxed a little when Jack started to ask questions about how all of the food they served was made.” She cupped his face in both of her hands, feeling his ticklish stubble on her palms and the heat of his blush. “You’re warm, are you okay?”

She sounded concerned and she brushed her lips against his forehead to see if he was sick. He only nodded to reassure her he was fine and captured her lips with his in a needy kiss. He brought her hips forward, finally letting her know what was going on down south. She gasped against his mouth at the friction against her clit and he groaned softly at the sound of it, tightening his grip.

“A book on wraiths made you hard?” She teased breathlessly, her eyes fluttering shut when he kissed the corner of her mouth. Her heart rate picked up with excitement and her skin started to get warm with the rush of blood through her body.

“Shut up,” he murmured, kissing across her jaw, nibbling gently on her jawline. He trailed his opened mouth down her neck, his tongue sliding against her soft skin, tasting her and breathing in the fruity scent mixed with the aroma of flowers in her soft hair. “I was thinking of you,” he told her, his voice deep and husky, it made her pussy quiver.

“What about me?” She whispered, her fingers buried in his short hair. He slowly moved his hands up her back beneath the shirt she wore and brought his mouth up to her lips, but he didn’t kiss her.

“The first time I was inside your tight, hot, wet little cunt,” he growled, taking a moment to see her reaction.

“Dean,” she gasped, her stomach fluttering with excitement. Pleased with her response, he pressed his lips against hers, passionate and thrilled with a newfound confidence. He pulled the shirt up and off her body quickly. Her hands returned to his hair to tug at the short strands, drawing out little grunts from him that went straight to her clit. He didn’t give her much time to catch her breath, instantly returning to her lips once he removed the shirt, not that she needed air as she robbed him of his own oxygen with the depth and passion of her returned kiss.

He gently prodded at the seam of her lips with his tongue and she opened up to him swiftly, a sudden neediness controlling their actions. He could taste chocolate on her tongue when he licked into her mouth, savouring the flavour of the milkshake she must have ordered as his fingers toyed with the hem of her panties. He felt his skin electrify when she moaned at the gentle strokes of his hot tongue.

“I wanna make you come,” he whispered against her lips. He pulled her closer, her breasts squeezed against his broad chest which was covered in a black Henley. The cotton rubbed against her breasts deliciously and made her nipples tighten. He turned her over onto her back with his arms around her waist and he watched her chest rise and fall with each breath she took.

He looked down at her, seeing her shiver now that she wasn’t warmed by his body heat and took a moment to admire as she laid naked beneath him. His eyes drifted away from her pink cheeks to look at her full breasts, down her slightly concaving stomach, and finally her pink underwear. His hands flexed on her thighs, slowly rising to her hip bones where her underwear was resting.

“Take me,” she whispered, reaching over to lift his shirt up off him as well, “however you want,” she told him quietly. He groaned softly at her words, quickly taking his shirt off to do as she clearly wanted him to. She stared up at him with wide eyes that swallowed him whole like beautiful, hungry black holes.

“Whatever you say, angel,” he murmured, looking away from her blushing face fro a few seconds just to remove his boxers. Like him, she’d looked away from his face to watch him strip completely, her little tongue dipping out to moisten her dry lips at the sight of his stiff cock. He looked up at the right moment, caught her quite literally salivating at the sight of his dick leaking at the tip. “Wanna taste?”

That was usually her line, when he’d stare at her glistening folds debating on whether to fuck her already or eat her out. Unlike him, she’d say it bashfully. She’d move his attention away from between her legs because she was just like that sometimes. He adored her to pieces with every fibre in his body.

As she crawled over to him, he sat back on his legs, his hands stretched out behind him as his cock bobbed with excitement. His eyes were on her, right where they belonged, watching her lower herself slightly and very teasingly dipped her tongue into his slit, tonguing away his precum. His breath hitched and his hands fisted the sheets, his hips instinctively moving upwards.

“Yummy,” she said playfully, moving up his body. He stared at her with parted lips, panting as his cock ached for attention, but her hands slid up his thighs and stayed there.

“Please,” he moaned impatiently. She blinked at him once, a little smile on her face making her even more irresistible. She shifted slightly, but his eyes were glued on her as she slowly trailed her fingertips up his cock. She became flustered and averted her gaze to his lips, leaning forward just a bit when he became a little too intense to stare at. Dean felt his lips tingle as they brushed against hers, but he let her have control, let her tease him by refusing to just kiss him senseless.

Her touch was teasing, light and slow as she moved her hand up and down at last. Her thumb swiped over the slit, spreading the warm precum that had started to bead out, her mouth watering at the sight. But instead of continuing to tease him, she moved onto his lap, pulled away from his face to guide his cock to her soaked entrance. And just with the sensation of her warmth around the tip, he whined.

The sound made her insides quiver and she cursed under her breath, a little smirk tugging at her lips. His hands clasped her thighs painfully, the tortuous way she slid down the length of him made him roll his hips up impatiently. The breath she took had caught in her chest at how good it felt to be this close to him once again.

Her lips were on his again, at last, swiftly aiding the passion that made her tummy warm, that made his body burn with so much heat he felt like a sun had started to burn inside of him. He loved it. Being loud on purpose. Losing himself in her completely and giving in, letting her take control and please him the way only she knew how to do.

A loud moan slipped past his lips, into her loving mouth when she sat fully on his lap. The way she tightened around him after each sound spurred him on. His hands moved up her sides, grasping tightly at her hips, hoping to mark her skin as he tugged her forward, fervently giving himself pleasure.

“Just wait,” she murmured against his lips, pulling away to push his shoulders until he was lying down on his back. He whined in response, bratty—cutely refusing to stop. His head tipped back, letting his body relax into the bed while he lifted his hips up, his lips parting to vocalise more of his pleasure. “You’re so fucking pretty,” she chuckled breathlessly, staring down at him—utterly enraptured by his impatience and his determination to make himself feel good.

“Need to cum so ba-Fuck!” He screwed his eyes shut when she lifted herself up and roughly slammed back down. She smiled and laughed, slightly amused and then leaned forward to kiss him, his eyes barely starting to open, only to flutter shut again when he got lost in her kiss.

“You’re so fucking desperate, D,” she teased, her lips brushing against his hairline. A whine from him at her words showed her that he liked it and she moaned in response, continuing to ride him as eagerly as he wanted her to.

His eyes were fixated on hers, heavy with lust, pupils dilated with both love and desire. The way she lifted herself with such agility tore more sounds of pleasure from his throat, deep and rumbling groans that came from within his chest and made her smirk smugly at him. It was so hot, it drew so much arousal from her that lifting herself up and down was embarrassingly smooth, the squelching sound of her pussy being filled by his cock echoed around his room and made his moans get louder.

His grip on her hips tightened, blunt nails digging into her flesh, his back arching from how rough she was fucking him, giving him so much pleasure he thought he’d explode. “Fuck, baby, ‘m so close,” he moaned. His mind was hazy, his skin burning hot and sensitive so that even the way she dug her nails into his chest added to his pleasure. He loved being on the bottom, more than he’d like to admit.

“I could cum just listening to you, Dean,” she panted, leaning over him slightly, one of her hands clutching the pillow his head rested on. She changed the angle of her hips, her clit rubbing against his pelvis, her other hand slid up his chest, wrapping around his throat and squeezing gently.

“Shit,” he gasped, his hips bucking upwards.

“You’re so kinky,” she chuckled, “how about you just cum already, D?” She clenched around him, a gasp slipping past his lips. He shook his head, his teeth digging into his plump bottom lip to hold back another moan, his stomach tightening as he tried holding back his orgasm. “Fine,” she chuckled, grinding down on him to stimulate her clit until he was whining, bringing herself closer to the edge as he squirmed beneath her.

“Oh… fuck,” he moaned loudly, his orgasm washing over him before he could even stop it. An arousing look contorted his face as he came, quick curses and whispers of her name puffing past his parted lips that left his mouth and lips dry, making him look so beautiful.

“That’s right, D,” she chuckled, biting her lip to muffle a moan when she felt the warmth of his cum inside her. She started to lift herself up and down again, hard and fast until she reached her own orgasm, her velvety walls squeezing him tightly, and he took it despite how sensitive he was starting to get.

He let her finish, his fingers bruising the flesh of her hips until she stopped shuddering completely. Her entire body turned to jelly, a little smile growing on her lips, gazing at each other in the slight darkness of his room. Only one lamp allowed him to see the state she was in, flushed and a little sweaty like him.

Her gentle eyes swept over his face, watching neutrally as he sat up tiredly, a languid smile on his face when their breaths became normal again, “I didn’t expect that,” he murmured hoarsely, brushing her hair to the side and kissing her cheek. She relaxed in his arms, placing a little kiss on his lips before resting her cheek on his shoulders.

“Y’know I don’t believe you, right?” She mumbled against his shoulder, smirking when his hands stilled on her back. He recovered quickly, his hands continuing to venture up and down her spine, ignoring the feeling of their cum oozing out of her.

“What do you mean?” he chuckled deeply, “I didn’t plan on us having sex tonight.” He knew he sounded unconvincing, but mostly he knew that she wasn’t talking about that at all.

“What were you reading?” She asked, pulling away to analyse him. He swallowed nervously, licking his dry lips as he thought about what to say, but he still felt dazed from his orgasm that no lie to get himself out of the situation came to his mind to rescue him. “Tell me, if it gets you this worked up, I might have to give it a read,” she teased, lifting herself off him.

“Fuck,” he hissed, smacking her ass when he saw she was purposely lifting herself up slowly. She plopped down next to him, rubbing her thighs together as her pussy continued to throb with. He bit his lip gently and admired her, dragging his hand up her soft and warm thighs to reach between her legs where she was completely soaked. “I’m too embarrassed to tell you,” he chuckled, gently massaging her sensitive clit.

“That’s okay because I already know,” she whispered, moving his hand away from between her legs so she could return to his lap. His lips parted, a look of confusion and embarrassment turned his face red, his lips parting with no words being formed. “I clean your room, D, it’s not just magically without dust all the time.. Plus I’m curious about your porn, okay? Some of those ladies are crazy fine,” she chuckled, kissing him passionately.

He pulled away from the kiss, giving her a dirty look that made her laugh. “I’m going to throw them out if you say that again,” he pouted, his fingers mindlessly caressing her thighs.

“Don’t be jealous of them, you know you're my only girl, Dean,” she teased, burying her fingers into his hair and tugging him forward to give him one of the best kisses of his life. He moaned softly, his hands flexing on her thighs, instinctively bringing her closer so her body was pressed against his. He whined against her mouth, pouting at again. Her teeth dug into his plump lower lip, seductively pulling it before she let it go and smiled down at him.

She snickered when she saw the confused look on his face. “I don’t even know what that means,” he mumbled cutely, tracing a few freckles on her legs. She sighed dramatically and grinned at him, getting up to clean herself with a random hand towel he had in his drawer.

He watched her naked body move itself away from him with another pout on his face, waiting for her to look back at him. She did eventually, smirking and shaking her head. He blushed, becoming a little shy, he turned over onto his side to watch her but also to stop himself from doing things to get her attention.

She turned the water on in the sink and leaned against it to clean herself up, letting him see his work. He held his breath, heat spreading over his face like a fire in the forest, his hands clutching his pillow. His eyes were fixated on her every movement, inspecting the way she spread her folds open to clean herself thoroughly despite the sleepiness that made his eyes heavy.

“Enjoying the show?” She smirked, glancing up at him. His eyes snapped up to her face and he shrugged with a little laugh.

“Always.” She stood normally and walked towards him again, into his soft bed until she was right next to him. The towel was slightly wet, and she folded it to use a clean part on him, carefully taking his soft cock to clean him. He hissed quietly, watching her face at first, and then watching how gentle she was with her hands, reaching down to his balls to clean where their cum and her arousal had dripped down. “Round two?” He whimpered and she smirked, pulling her hands away from his dick.

“As horny as I still am, you need to sleep, baby.” Her shoulders shook with silent laughter and he nodded, a lazy smile growing on his lips. He loved this. She moved out of bed to place the dirty towel somewhere to remind herself to wash it tomorrow, and then to wash her hands before she made her way to his drawers to pick a clean pair of boxers for him and clean panties for herself.

She slipped the Led Zeppelin shirt on again and handed him the Henley he’d been wearing, but he childishly put it on the nightstand, “no, I want easy access in the morning,” he whined, stopping her from taking his boxers to him. She laughed softly, then returned their underwear to the drawer neatly.

“Does that mean I’m the little spoon tonight?” She asked, amused, taking his shirt to fold it neatly and placed it back in place. He nodded, fixing the blanket so she could join him beneath them. “Okay, pretty boy,” she murmured, smiling as she made her way to him beneath the sheets, kissing him softly and mumbling goodnight against his lips before turning around. His arm slung over her waist, a happy smile growing on his lips, snuggling closer to her warm body as he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

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It’s Just, a Little Crush…

Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

WandaNat x ShyFem!Reader

Song Inspo: Crush

Warnings: Jealousy (subtle)

Smut: Oral (All), Strap (R), Fingering (R), Squirting(R), Nipple Clamps (R), Overstimulation | Kinks: Master(N), Mistress(W), Praising, Humiliation(if you squint), (I was on some whore shit my dudes 🤷🏼‍♀️)

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It was a peaceful day, the sun was out but the warmth wasn't unbearable as the Fall breeze brushed across your exposed skin. Since it was an off day for training you settled comfortably into the hammock in the garden, allowing the nature to calm your chronically nervous heart. Sounds of leaves flying by, and the birds chirping were doing you wonders as you sipped on your water and read "I Think I Love You."

In a sick twist of irony a melodic laughter is passing through your ears, you peered over your book and your heart skips at the sight. Natasha and Wanda were stood outside the doorway, sharing the sweetest of moments as Natasha kept the cackling woman upright. They were truly the most beautiful people you'd had the pleasure of knowing, and it was no shock to you that you'd fallen in love, but it mattered not when they were already together, and you couldn't be a person around them.

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Sighing to yourself you wondered if you should head back inside for a nap, sharing the outdoor space with them would be too much to bare, and you'd been there your fair share of time. You closed your book, then nearly fell from the hammock when Wanda's face was mere inches from yours., "Hey there Y/N/N, are you busy?," she asks, and your hands reflexively ball up., "Hiya Wanda, um, I-I was actually just headed inside to take a nap."

"Boo... We were going to ask you out to lunch.," Wanda whines, and your heart skips at the way the both of them practically stare through to your soul., "Oh, uh, maybe next time then.," you say while hurriedly rushing by, but Natasha catches you by the arm, and you're now faced with her., "We're holding you to that.," you nodded dumbly, then when her hold softened you continued on your path to safety.

"Nat, we're trying to court her, not scare her.," Natasha chuckled., "Yeah, well your way isn't exactly working out that well, so a little bluntness may be just what we need."

—

That night you found yourself in a state of disarray, everything you had attempted to cook failed until all you were left with was instant ramen. Normally you'd be enjoying a feast for the God's prepared by the lovely Wanda, but alas she was out with Natasha for their anniversary dinner, and the compound of men decided it was every 'man' for themselves.

You were boiling your egg in an attempt to liven up the bowl when you heard this obnoxious slurping sound., "That was most delicious, thank you lady Y/N.," Thor boasted, followed up by a loud burp, and you turned to him with a scowl., "That was my dinner Thor!," the big oaf of a man shrunk when you shouted, being the shy little thing that you were hardly anyone had even heard you even speak above a whisper so this was clearly a shock to him.

The man looked like a wounded puppy, and you felt like absolute shit for yelling at him., "It's okay, I'm not even that hungry anyways.," you reasoned., "Sorry for yelling.," and just as you went to leave the kitchen you ran into a soft body, nearly tumbling backwards at the impact but a pair of strong hands gripped your shoulders to steady you. Viridescent eyes bore into yours when you looked up to see who it was and you gulped at the intense eye contact.

"Go sit, Natasha and I brought you dinner.," you went to rebut, but it died on your tongue when she heavily sighed., "Good girl.," you nearly tripped while following Natasha to the table and Wanda held back her snickering., "Thor, get out.," and poof the man was gone.

Natasha silently unloaded the bags while you sat with your eyes cast down staring at the hands in your lap as you picked at your thumb., "None of that dorogoy, your skin only just started to heal.," Wanda tuts, taking the space besides you she reaches over to take your hands in hers, and your breath hitches while your heart does gymnastics in your chest.

"Fettuccine and garlic bread for the pretty lady.," Natasha teases, and your smile is genuine at the concise care shown to you., "Enjoy honey.," The women engage in light conversation as you eat, hoping that you'll interject, but you're far too polite to even consider interrupting them., "How is the food?," Wanda asks, you sigh with a wide smile to follow., "Delicious, thank you."

Wanda frowns when you take your hand back and move to start cleaning up, "Nope, watch.," she instructs, then your eyes widen when the kitchen illuminates in a cloud of crimson red. Dirty dishes zoom through the air, and just like in the Disney movies the things comes to life. Suds upped sponges scrub at the dirty dish ware before they float into the dishwasher where a box of detergent is floating above, a stream of powder flowing into the machine before the door closes in a flash of red.

"Woah.," the pair giggle at your fascination, and it's then that you feel far too visible, the urge to escape them increases tenfold and you abruptly jump to your feet causing both of them to follow as if there was an invisible fire alarm going off., "What is it detka?," Wanda asks while cupping your cheeks that heat up within the same instant that she touches you.

"I'm just, I'm really tired and we have early training tomorrow, so I am going to go to bed.," you take notice of the sadness that fills their eyes when you make your excuse to leave, Wanda steps out of your way, but before you can leave she also pulls you into her body., "Sweet dreams Y/N/N.," she whispers, the ghosting of her lips at your temple has you nearing a state of cardiac arrest. Only to be made worse when Natasha strong arms you into her hold next., "Goodnight sweetheart."

"Goodnight guys, thanks again for dinner.," you smiled kindly at the pair, then you made your quick exit, and that barest of interactions only made them yearn for you even more., "God Natty, she's just the cutest little thing.,"

——

Natasha and Wanda entered the training room to set up for the day, and just as they went to enter they freeze in the doorway. They were expecting the room to be vacant this early in the morning, but it appears you wanted to get an early morning warm up in, and it was the cutest thing they'd ever seen.

"You're a teaser, you turn 'em on; leave 'em burning and then you're gone.," you were doing jumping jacks while singing along to the Abba song with your back turned to the door. Your dri-fit shirt was clinging to your body as the sweat suctioned it to your skin, and the women held no complaints as your muscular form was made readily available to their eyes.

"She speaks the truth.," Natasha whispers into Wanda's ear, receiving a jab to the ribs as a silent warning., "It was worth it."

"Looking out for another anyone will do. You're in the mood for a dance, and when you get the chance.”

"Here it comes.," Natasha whispers to her lover with the widest smirk., "Shh...," Wanda sneers.

"You are the dancing queen.," you spin around with your eyes closed, singing with all your might., "Young and sweet, only seventeen. Dancing queen!.," The women found great enjoyment in watching you move about to the rhythm as you belted the lyrics out with such a deep, resounding passion.

"You can dance; You can jive, Having the time of your life.," Your singing soon blended into a shriek though when your eyes shot open to see the beautiful couple stood there watching you. The burning in your cheeks only intensified as a nervousness settled deep within you as Wanda was beaming, and Natasha looked to you with that lopsided, teasing smirk of hers.

"H-Hi guys, did you need the gym?," you tried to skate right passed the previous moment, but Natasha's chuckling left you more nervous., "We came to set up for training, but to our surprise we got a show instead.," the former assassin jested, much to her downfall as Wanda once again jabbed her in the ribs.

"Detka, the gym is meant to be shared.," Wanda coos while pushing your sweaty locks off your face, you blink a few times in quick succession in an attempt to understand how she'd gotten so close to you in just a blink., "Don't let Natty tease you into running off.," she continued to speak softly, being so close you could see she was equally as amused, but you could also tell neither of them meant you any harm with all of their teasing.

"I myself enjoy your presence Y/N, much more than hers actually.," Wanda jokes when she saw your walls were finally falling., "Hey!!," you giggled when the former assassin protested her lovers words, and both women took in the beautiful sound, fully embracing the way it was more genuine than your usual nervous one., "I'll remember this.," Natasha grumbles, you and her girlfriend shared a knowing look then burst into even harder fits of laughter.

—

Once the rest of the team floated into the room you became quiet again, Natasha and Wanda wanted to glare at the men for ruining their chances of spending quality time with you. Then they remembered this was sort of all of your jobs, so they settled the festering anger, and instead they focused on the assignments.

Steve assigned everyone a partner for the hour, doing his best to ensure it was a suitable match so that everyone was challenged, but not in a way that left one side unfairly vulnerable. Part of you was relieved when it was announced you were to be with Nat, but another part of you feared the proximity sparring brought with it. Joking around with the couple was one thing, but to be at Natasha's mercy—because there was no way you were getting the upper hand over on her—was rather daunting. Natasha was however thrilled beyond normalcy, smirking smugly all the while Wanda was telepathically cursing her out for the subtle win.

"Here detka, let me help you out with that.," she mirrors you, straddling the bench and leaning in unnecessarily close to you while wrapping your hands for you., "Th-thanks.," Natasha loved just how easy it was to get to you, if just sitting with her closer than usual was an issue, she can't help but internally beam at how flustered you'll be when under her.

"Don't mention it sweet stuff.," her lips gently pressed to your cheek., "Now come on.," she playfully commands, leaving you on the bench a thoughtless mess until Steve barked at you to meet the slyly smirking former assassin on the mat for work. You took in a deep breath, then against the shake in your legs you made your way over to face her with faux confidence.

Natasha nods, a silent command if you will, so your hands raised and you began to mirror her as she was circling the mat. To her total shock you took the first step to make contact, but she was too quick, and you overestimated your lunge so you began to fall down. Natasha was proud when she saw you gracefully turn the fall into a tucked roll, springing back up before she herself could even get the upper hand on you.

"Good save detka.," and just as you begin to feel a sense of pride you're gasping for air as your back hit the mat., "Never get too cocky.," she teases with an outstretched hand to help you back to your feet, pulling you to your feet abruptly, and her lips graze your ear., "Save that energy for tonight sweetheart."

Natasha stepped a few paces back, snickering quietly as you stood there in stunned silence. You didn't exactly understand the innuendo, but her tone left you aware that it was dirty. With your clearly flustered state she made her next move, and in quick succession your back hit the mat once more, you gasped painfully, and your entire body felt like it was on fire since this time you were trapped underneath her hovering body.

Natasha was straddling your body, the first moment of squirming got you nowhere when she was able to scoot up effortlessly, trapping your arms against your sides, and so you went limp., "Oh no, don't give up now krasivaya.," you glared up at the woman, but it held no true malice, so she returned your look with a smirk., "Come on, use your training detka, fight me.," she snorted when you began to thrash beneath her., "You'll have to try harder than that if you plan to ever get the upper hand on me.,"

"Well maybe I don't want that.," you angrily huffed in the heated moment, but within the second your eyes widened at your confession., "Natasha, I-I.," she shushed you with a finger to your lips., "Shh, don't ruin the moment.," she throws you a wink before removing her body from yours, her outstretched arm lends you to know she's clearly not upset with you., "Better see you at the movie tonight Y/L/N.," she parts with another kiss to your cheek.

Natasha heads off feeling rather accomplished, swaying her hips tauntingly knowing your eyes were still on her body, then she winks at her lover who simply rolls her eyes in response.

The next moment when Steve announces everyone's permission for dismissal you run off to the showers to cleanse yourself of all of your sins, and to likely overthink the previous moment. Especially when you hear the unmistakable sounds of the couple of your dreams giggles. They'll surely be the death of you one of these days, you're certain of it...

—

When you arrived to the living room it had been after thirty minutes of contemplation. Wanda's voice in your mind was what finally got you to make the choice of coming down before one of them came up to collect you. Facing either of the women after what you said to Natasha, and knowing she relayed it to her lover felt like a task within itself, add on the whole team and it felt nearly impossible.

Your thoughts were only confirmed when as you entered the living room there was no available seating for you, and the entirety of the team was staring at you. Wanda saw the way your hands instinctively balled up, your nails digging into your palm made her feel sad., "Detka, come over here please.," and with the way she looked at you it was as if your feet knew it best you complied., "Sit here honey, the movie is starting, and we'll keep you warm."

You internally groaned—as if you weren't hot and bothered already, Wanda had to turn away to hide the smirk as she heard your thoughts., "Don't worry detka, if you get scared we're here to protect you.," Natasha whispered against the shell of your ear, and you weren't sure if the hairs now stood at attention were from the threat of a horror film, or from the way her hot breath fanned across your skin, but either way you knew you were in for one hell of a night.

Tony's selection of the Leprechaun, a movie you were unfamiliar with, turned out to be the worst thing to have ever happened to you. Natasha and Wanda didn't feel the same though, because as the film continued to torment you you'd began to shift into them. One particular scare had your entire body jolting off the couch, but Natasha was quick to grab your hand, she spun you around then pulled you into her embrace., "Shh, detka it's okay... We got you.," you missed the shared smile of accomplishment between the lovers, and had you not been beyond terrified of the murderous little shit on the screen you'd have been far more ashamed of the way your face was smushed into the older redheads breasts.

Wanda had maneuvered your lower half so that your legs were no longer dangling, and were instead laid over her lap, and she made sure she glared at all other Avengers who were not minding their business. She soon found her eyes transfixed on your relaxed face in lieu of the film as you'd quickly fallen asleep against her lovers chest. The scene was rather domestic if one just overlooked the way Natasha smirked at the sounds of the screaming girls on screen.

As the movie ended Tony had advised Friday to turn the lights on before the women could attempt to stop him, and just as soon as the rays reached your eyelids they shot open, and your body went rigid in their holds., "Sorry.," you'd sheepishly apologized, voice slightly muffled by the smooth skin of the assassin and your heart began to hammer even harder as you truly took in your compromising position. Natasha only held you tighter when you went to squirm out of her hold., "Detka, relax.," and to all of your shock your body settled into her.

——

After a month of nonstop missions the redheads were desperate for your attention. They'd only seen you in passing, your shy demeanor returning far more prominently when you were as exhausted as you'd been made to be. Natasha had already scolded Fury for his overuse of you, and she made sure you'd never know about it either, you just thought the need for missions had suddenly lessened.

They gave you a few days to yourself, to catch up on sleep, and have some relaxing you time. Even if the simple act of doing so physically pained them, so now that they deemed you rested up they were going to cash in on their 'share a meal with us' ticket. Evening was fast approaching, the perfect time to catch you and take you to the new Italian place up the street.

As the couple entered the living room they found you were fast asleep on the couch, and they audibly awed at the cuteness overload. Your right hand loosely held onto the TV remote on your abdomen while your other arm was laid over your eyes to block out the light. Waking you up felt so cruel, but the selfish part of them overwhelmed their minds so they stepped towards you, but just before they could wake you up Tony and Sam burst through the entryway, hands clapping together loudly, and therefore startling you into an upright position.

"What's wrong? Who needs help?," you slurred, jumping to your feet so fast you ended up swaying a bit, and Wanda was quick to pull you into her steady form., "Shh detka, the only thing that needs help is these two idiots.," she shushed you while sending the men a pointed glare, her demeanor only softening when you cuddled even further into her side while also yawning., "Then why all the fuss?"

"Well Y/L/N, we're glad you finally asked.," Tony teases, then gestures for Sam to answer., "It's been a long month—you'd know that most. Stark and I have decided that for team bonding tonight that we'd all go out to the nightclubs.," you immediately began to tiredly shake your head in the negatory but Tony simply scoffed, "Not a choice Y/L/N, so wear something nice, preferably revealing, and be ready by 6PM."

Tony effortlessly dodged the item surrounded in crimson wisps that was thrown at his head, and Sam was fortunate enough to not have said the wrong thing so he followed the billionaire out without incident. Wanda quickly turned her attention to you, the pretty girl lightly trembling in her hold—not enough that one might see, but surely enough for her to feel.

"Detka, what's wrong?," you looked up to her and Natasha with an adorable pout., "I-I don't have any nice clothes, all I have are my mission suits and my casual stuff.," Natasha put her hand on your back, rubbing lightly to soothe you., "Don't worry your pretty little head angel, we'll find you something to wear—you rest."

—

Natasha and Wanda were true to their word, but judging by the skimpy clothing they left you with they weren't opposed to Tony's idea. Sighing at the idea of being so exposed you began to sort through the offered wardrobe. Had you not been going to a place with booze you'd have just found a proper place to hide from your group of persistent teammates.

Natasha and Wanda were waiting for you at the compound entrance, but Tony was quick to shove them into an awaiting car with Sam., "She'll be there shortly, I'll make sure of it, you three need to secure our booth reservations.," and before they could rebut the man slammed the door and tapped the car to usher if off.

"You look really nice Y/L/N.," Tony greets your nervous form as he enters the kitchen you were nervously snacking in., "Don't you have a wife?," you deadpan and the billionaire chuckled., "Yes, and two perfectly working eyeballs.," You'd rolled your eyes, then moved to straighten out the tight red dress clinging to your body before accepting his awaiting crooked arm, reluctantly you'd looped yours through and allowed him to take you to the car.

—

Natasha and Wanda were at the bar ordering shots when you'd walked in with Tony, and it really was a shame because you looked great. Once they returned to the table their faces fell when they saw Tony sat there without you, "Where's she at Stark," Natasha asks, the bite in her voice unrestrained and the man gulps, because he's not sure the truth is much better than them thinking you just weren't here.

Wanda saw the way he looked between them instead of at them so she was quick to shift her gaze backwards. Her jaw was nearly on the floor when she saw you on the dance floor with a mixed drink in your hands while your body moved along to the rhythmic music with ease., "Fucking hell.," her cursing drew Natasha's gaze from the useless man and over to you., "Chertov ad.," she confirms, her shot being thrown back with ease, and without another word she was dragging a speechless Wanda behind her on the way to the dance floor.

Natasha stops just out of your eye line, the both of them more than okay being silent observers for the time being as you sip your drink and sway your hips delectably to the upbeat music.

"See you blowin' me a kiss, it doesn't take a scientist to understand what's going on, baby."

Wanda was the first one to notice the blonde making her way towards you, Natasha was the one who saw the interest you were showing. Jaws clenched at the varying sights, and the idea of quietly remaining on the sidelines was thrown right out the window.

You'd found the eyes of strangers flattering, but there was a layer of emptiness that came with their gazes, you knew why it was there, but you reminded yourself that this is the reality you needed to get used to; rendezvous with total strangers because the women of your dreams are not likely obtainable.

"If you see something in my eye, let's not overanalyze. Don't go too deep with it, baby."

Or so you thought, because the stark blue eyes that once expressed clear interest in you from across the dance floor were now glowing a crimson red, her body quick to scurry away, and yours basically followed suit in reverse.

"You say the word forevermore, that's not what I'm looking for. All I can commit to is maybe. So let it be what it'll be. Don't make a fuss and get crazy over you and me."

The sight startled you ever so slightly in your inebriated state, the step backwards you took was reflexive, and it left you to gasp when a pair of hands settled over your hips, the scent of her distinct perfume the only thing letting you in on who's holding you., "I'll play loose; not like we have a date with destiny.," Natasha found the lyrics rather amusing, so she leant forward, beaming at the way your body shivered from the simplest of contact., "Detka, I think if we're all being honest here our date with the all elusive destiny is well overdue."

"It's just (aah) a little crush (crush); not like I faint every time we touch.," Wanda suddenly slid before you, successful in sandwiching you between her and her longtime lover., "It's just (aah) some little thing (crush); not like everything I do depends on you," you gulped when she began to lean in, her lips teasingly slid over your cheek, leaving a smudge of her dark red lipstick behind en route to your ear., "This is also so much more than a crush, so how about you stop running from us, hm?"

Wanda was pleased to see the excitement behind your intense stare, then when your gaze not so subtly dropped to her lips she knew they had you where they wanted you. Her hands settled over Natasha's as she leaned into you, but her lips only ghosted over yours, she was giving you the chance to pull away, and when you didn't she eagerly closed the lingering gap.

Natasha's strong hold on your hips tightened when your ass was pushed back into her by the force of Wanda's lips that collided with yours, she smirked against the nape of your neck at the gasp you released upon feeling the bulge of her strap in her pants., "That's for you detka.," she confirmed, causing you to whimper into Wanda's mouth, and grind against her of your own volition., "We're going to take such good care of you tonight krasivaya.," another sinful whimper left your mouth when Wanda all of a sudden pressed her pelvis to yours, you were able to feel yet another bulging strap.

You could feel just how wet this brief steamy encounter made you, and so you were nothing short of desperate when reaching to pull Wanda even closer, if that was even possible. Wanda, much to your dismay, pulled away from the kiss, chuckling as you tried to chase her lips., "Look at her Tasha, so desperate for us.," the widow chuckled along with her partner., "Then how about we blow this joint, and give her exactly what she wants lyubov'.," Wanda smirked., "What do you say detka?"

The second you nodded the three of you were flying to close your tabs, each woman with your hand in theirs, and the widest smiles on all your faces as you proceeded to run out of the club in a fit of giggles. All of you failing to see the smug smile on Tony's face while his empty hand sat before Sam's gobsmacked face. The younger man dropped a $20 into the hand of the billionaire, cursing the whole time about having had no clue this would happen, and why the hell Tony's ass needed a broke dudes cash.

Tony snorted., "It's the principle of the bet bird man.," he clapped his hand over his shoulder in a show of faux camaraderie while slipping the bill into his pocket., "I wonder how they failed to notice the lack of the team being here."

"Sam, those women had their own agendas for this night, the lack of a couple super soldiers, an archer with a family, and a socially inept scientist didn't bother them in the slightest."

"Are we going back to the compound?," Sam questioned, and the billionaire shook his head., "Oh, absolutely not, I value my sleep too much, plus I got a wife and kid waiting for me at my actual home. Good luck birdboy."

—

Sitting in the backseat of a car, a panting mess, was not how you saw your night going, but you weren't complaining; Happy was not either. The women of your dreams were becoming your reality, their hands and lips were all over you, any skin that was visible to them was fair game. The whimpers they were able to pull from you was all the inspiration they needed to keep going, well there was that, plus the fact that they'd never really intended to stop.

Once Happy stopped the car Wanda used her powers to throw the door open, a bit irrational you think, but hot nonetheless. Natasha's hands were on your hips in no time, gentle but brisk as she pushed you across the seats and into Wanda's arms. Then upon exiting the car you watched them exchange a look, the smirk on Nat's face worried you, and within a second flat you find yourself thrown over her shoulder as the two of them effortlessly sprinted into the compound. To feel just how wanted you were by the gorgeous women was rather arousing, even if it was a bit humiliating to be carried, truth be told that was a contributing factor for why your panties were likely in ruin.

The moment they placed you down on the bed your eyes began to wander, the space that felt forbidden to you, but was always open for your viewing looked exactly as you'd expected it to. Natasha and Wanda shared a smile, giving you your moment to observe all that's new to you. Too afraid to overwhelm you—their shy baby. Their room was expectantly bigger than yours, that didn't phase you one bit, it was the built in reading nook that left you with bubbling envy., "Feel free to use that anytime you want detka, but for now, do you think we can use you?," the way she smirked at you while basically staring into your soul had you instantly rubbing your thighs together, a non verbal yes if you will.

The soft way in which you'd also gasped lent to Wanda settling down besides you, a soft hand turning your face to meet hers., "First, can you tell us how much you had to drink angel?," melting into her touch you softly hummed., "Only the one, I-I'm not even drunk anymore."

"Perfect.," she beamed, then her hand shifted to tangle into your hair, pulling you in for a tender kiss that soon left you breathless. With your focus on Wanda, who's tongue was not afraid to explore your mouth, you failed to hear Natasha's slacks hitting the bedroom floor. Only when her hand joined Wanda's in your hair, turning you away from the witch to look to her did your eyes have a chance to wander. The real sight of her naked transcended your greatest fantasies, she was otherworldly, and you were still shocked she wanted you like this.

Having your eyes on her just felt right, Natasha had been anticipating this moment for so long, and it was living up to all of her expectations. Your eyes still held an innocence, but the way you instinctually licked your lips at the sight of her strap told her you likely knew a bit more than they expected; that honestly excited her., "Come here krasivaya.," the redhead used her hold on your hair to gently pull you up from the witches lap you'd migrated into, and into her strong arms instead., "May I?," with her hand on the zipper of your dress, and her eyes on your lips you'd found yourself at a loss for words, so you sheepishly nodded instead, and just this once she decidedly let it slide.

Next to slide was your dress down your body, hitting the floor with a soft thump, that was a direct contradiction to the wild one inside your chest., "Holy shit detka, you're soaked.," her eyes were transfixed on the wet patch that covered the majority of your panties, a fresh wave of embarrassment crashed over your body, but the ever knowing former assassin was quick to use her free hand to stop yours from their fidgeting, and her lips finally pressed to yours to quell the insecurity she knew was fogging up your tortured mind.

Soon Wanda's pressed up against your back, hardened nipples brush against your skin as her lips tenderly press to your spine column. You shudder at the feeling of her cold fingers on your exposed hips, your body more than a bit overwhelmed by both of their attentions. Peering over your shoulder she locks eyes with her lover who's just pulled back from you for air, they have yet another silent discussion while you work to regain some composure.

After you witnessed Nat nod her head yours is being turned to the side so that Wanda's lips can meet yours, catching your soft whimpers as Natasha's slowly marking your chest, briefly she toys with your nipples, chuckling against your skin at the way you whine and shimmy., "Such a reactive little thing you are detka, we're going to have so much fun ruining you.," her hands naturally settled over the hem of your panties, warming the entirety of your body., "Please...," her eyes widen, it wasn't her exact intention as she settled on her knees, but your soft pleas and the smell of your arousal help her to make her mind up., "As you wish."

A breathy sigh of relief leaves you when the sticky material of your slick coated panties are finally removed from your body. Natasha's body shakes with excitement when met with your glistening folds, the need to taste you has been steadily on her mind for months now, so it should be of no shock as she dives right in. The moment her tongue flicks over your clit your body jolts back, pushing into Wanda, and pulling an affected groan from the brunette as your ass smacks into her strap.

Natasha heard her lovers cries, so without a second thought she lifted your leg over her shoulder, then with blind precision she reached around to guide Wanda's strap to your pulsing entrance, and the witch didn't have to be told twice, her hips thrust forward, filling you to the brim, and her lips attached to your neck once your head flew back against her shoulder due to the blinding pleasure coursing through you.

The couple worked in unison to bring you to your peak, Wanda's hands played with your breasts while she deeply thrusted into you, all while Natasha never wavered from using her talented mouth to stimulate your clit, and with a final thrust you were screaming, your walls fluttering around the strap that was now coated in your thick arousal. Once the brunette slowly pulled out of you Natasha swiftly replaced her strap with her tongue, collecting every last bit of your addicting arousal that flowed on out.

"You did so well for us detka.," Wanda coo'd, hands still gently kneading your breasts, her lips peppering kisses to your skin to calm you while Natasha continued to clean you up., "We're not even closed to finished yet either.," the redhead said as she emerged from between your thighs, her face shining with both your slick and the accompanying smile., "Good."

Natasha quirks a brow, thoroughly amused by your subtle traces of attitude, her heart then picks up at the thought of breaking you in., "Your Master wants you on your elbows and knees, with your ass up.," her words were stern, but her thumb stroking over your cheek was soft, a total contradiction to the darkness taking over her once green eyes., "I'm gonna fuck you while you suck your Mistress off.," she gently pecked your lips, then as if her intention was to give you whiplash she spun you around by your hip, and pushed you towards the bed.

Wanda was already laying down, so you were careful when climbing onto the bed, your hands were besides her thighs, while your spread out knees settled between her legs., "Look at our precious girl Tasha, so pretty and on top of that she's just such a good listener.," you whimpered as the woman praised you., "Yeah? Then why isn't she doing what I said?," before you could mutter an apology you were screaming from the immense pleasure Nat's strap was bringing to your body, your walls stretched with every inch she managed to push into you, it was the same length, but looks were deceiving because it was thicker than Wanda's.

Natasha hips were stilled, allowing you time to adjust to her size, but she was also patiently waiting for you to get to work. After you caught your breath, and felt your heart return to some sort of baseline you looked up to see Wanda's eyes were already on your kiss swollen lips, the same pair that were meant to be bringing her pleasure, and though she wasn't frowning you could see the disappointment in her eyes.

Taking in a shaky breath you used one of your hands to lift the strap up, the tip grazed over your mouth, leaving a trail of your slick behind that you experimentally licked, the brunette watched intently to see your reaction, and the way you moaned at the new sensation didn't disappoint. In fact, it only turned her on more, her hips jutted off the bed, causing the strap to clash into your teeth, you didn't let that throw you off though. With your hand on the base you pressed down, primarily for her pleasure as she moaned at the sensation, but also for leverage as you began to take the strap in., "That's right honey, make your mistress cum."

Natasha began to move, her thrusts were slow and deep, neither woman intended to hurt you, or let carnality win out without your wishes; honestly all they wanted was to love you, and you surely felt that in all of their movements. Wanda was restraining her hips, that much was obvious to you, the same was to be said for how Natasha kept a consistently slow pace, it truly warmed your heart, but you needed it harder., “Master, Mistress: please use me—need more.,” you’d whined pathetically around the tip of the witches strap, and with a shared set of smirks the lovers gave you exactly what you wanted.

The room soon filled with the sounds of your moans, that were repeatedly interrupted by your gags as they used your body like a rag doll. Natasha was pulling you back by your hips so aggressively that there’s likely going to be marks, while Wanda shoved you down by the grip in your hair as she unrelentingly fucked your throat., “Fuck, detka you’re taking us so well, I can tell you’re close.,” Natasha grunted while fighting the grip your walls had on her strap to thrust into the spot that had you seeing stars., “Go ahead baby, let go for us.,” Wanda added breathily as Natasha reached around to rub your clit, bringing you over the edge.

Wanda’s body stilled beneath yours as your body jolted so harshly that the harness hit her clit just right, and sent her tumbling into the world of immense pleasure with you. Natasha lifted your body upwards with her toned arms, her hips continuing to rut up into you in a desperate need for her own release, while in turn deliciously prolonging yours., “Fuck, you are so perfect detka, taking my cock so well.,” you managed to plant your feet on the edge of the bed, and with that leverage you pushed down into her thrusts, and in under just a minute she was screaming in pleasure, her teeth sinking into your shoulder as the wave’s overwhelmed her, and in turn you were thrown into another blinding orgasm of your own.

Natasha’s tongue glided over the harsh mark in an attempt to soothe you, her lips continued to travel over your back, leaving deep marks behind while the both of you came back down., “Clean mistress up detka, I’m going to go grab something.,” Natasha pressed a kiss to your temple while holding you tightly to her body, then once she noticed Wanda had shimmied out of the strap she lowered you back down, then glided her strap right on out of you.

Wanda’s hand settled on your cheek, the two of you sharing a soft moment before you did as your master said, causing the witches head to fly back into the pillows while her hands flew up to her breasts for added stimulation., “Fuck, you’re so good with that tongue of yours detka, gonna make your mistress cum again.,” she panted out, you were only meant to collect her previous release, but she wasn’t complaining with how deeply your tongue was thrusting into her, swirling around and prodding at her spot that sends her body into a fit of trembles.

Natasha watched from the doorway, arousal pooling in her lower abdomen with just how well you were able to work her longtime lover over, and with how eager you were to clean up the mess you brought about for a second time. This moment with you was already greater than either had expected it to be, with how shy you always were they really only expected you to take what they had for you, which was more than enough, but your eagerness to please them just the same was a welcome surprise.

Natasha abruptly flipped you off of Wanda, smirking down at your cum drunk expression, and leaning down to kiss you passionately. Slipping her tongue passed your lips she was moaning instantly as the familiar tang of Wanda enveloped her tastebuds. While your mind was preoccupied with maintaining the heated kiss Natasha’s hands slipped between your bodies, a cold feeling being drug over your abdomen left your body to shiver, making the redhead excited for the next reaction she was likely to pull as she expertly clamped the metal over your sensitive nipples., “Oh fu-fuck...”

She pulled back to gaze at your face, ensuring that the pain had only been momentary, you looked back up to her with a subtle smirk, she was relieved to find you enjoying the clamps., “Master.,” she quirked her brow in a silent response., “Thank you.,” tugging on the chain she offered you pleasure in lieu of a response, your consequent moan a thrilling sound., “Such a reactive little play thing.,” she mused.

Without another utterance she was crawling up your body, her thighs settling on either side of your face, situating her core above your eager lips., “Look at what you’ve done to me honey, time to do your due diligence, and show me just how you made your mistress scream.,” she lowered her puffy core down, sighing as soon as your tongue swiped through her sensitive folds, and screaming as you sucked her clit in between your teeth., “Fucking good girl.,” her groan made your heart swell, and only added to your need to please the women of your dreams.

Wanda enjoyed watching her lover writhing above your body while her heart rate settled, granted, seeing the way you pleasured her did have it stuttering every time you managed to pull a raspy, strained moan from her lovers throat. The sight of you beneath her was the most exhilarating for her, a smirk overtook her features upon seeing your thighs clenching. Clearly you were just as affected as she was by Natasha’s borderline pornographic moaning, and the witch would not be wasting an opportunity to taste you from the source.

Crawling down to face your cunt she was in awe, your gaping entrance spastically fluttered around nothing, she was smiling gratefully at the opportunity, with her heart now set on remedying your little problem. Lithe fingers swiped around your entrance, causing your body to squirm at the unexpected, but oh so satisfying touch. Wanda was pleased with the way your body responded, so she gave you what you wanted by pushing three of her fingers into your warm cunt. She pounded into you at a brutal pace, your walls having tried to hold her in a vice grip, her mouth had latched around your clit to add to the excess pleasure, and as if she’d intended to overwhelm your system, her other hand tugged on the chain.

Natasha fell into her orgasm head first, your sudden, and unwavering moaning sending nonstop waves of pleasure throughout her. Luscious, muscular thighs closed around your head, effectively cutting off your access to oxygen, but you were too overwhelmed by your own bodies trembling to even register the fact that you weren’t breathing anymore. Not that you’d even complain, it would be the hottest way to go, you were sure of it.

Wanda’s mouth was agape, your back arching, and trembling thighs had only caused her to increase her pace in hopes of helping you reach yet another peak, which is why her face, palm and fingers were now coated in your release. After a moment of sitting in her shock she felt a little concerned to see your body slump into the mattress, with her magic she yanked Nat off of you, and both women gasped at the sight.

“Holy shit Nat, please tell me she’s breathing.,” killing you was not on their agenda, and she sighed in relief when you gasped suddenly. There was no way to know if it was Nat’s thighs suffocating you, or the never ending orgasms that left you to be knocked out, but either way the couple were actually shocked, and worried. Their concerns settled with the rise and fall of your chest though, and that fucked out smile settled over your gorgeous, cum drenched face.

“We fucked her unconscious.,” Nat marvels, and Wanda joins her at your side to hear your breathing., “Mhm.,” the both of them laid kisses to your swollen lips before climbing off the bed to plan out how to take care of you in this unexpected state, and with a brief bout of eye contact, and an accomplished kiss they set off to do their parts.

Wanda left the room with the dirtied sheets, as well as a fresh set to add to the dryer to make sure the bed is as warm as possible for you. Then she headed off towards the kitchen on your shared floor to make a feast worthy of the appetite the lot of you built up, while Natasha carried your slumped form into the bathroom. She gently settled the both of you into the tub, smiling fondly as you settled into her hold even further in your deep sleep. She washed your hair before moving onto your exhausted body, being extra careful as she slid the loofah over your bruised hips, while also still admiring her handy work., “Such a beautiful thing you are.,” she cooed while finishing sudsing up your chest that was also covered in their many marks.

Wanda entered the bathroom just as Natasha was standing up, the lovers shared a soft kiss, and the witch helped the redhead get you out. They worked harmoniously to dress you in their clothes; Nat’s sweats, and Wanda’s cami. They then laid you against the fresh set of warmed up sheets, sighing dreamily at the sight of you so adorably laid out on their bed. Natasha settled her chin on Wanda’s shoulder, while her arms wrapped around her waist, and the little witch leaned into the familiar comfort.

“She’s all ours now Natty, our patience finally paid off.,” Natasha spun the witch around, and stared into her eyes, a vulnerability was ever present within them., “I love you Wands, and I love her too—so much.,” the brunette softly smiled at her lover, then leaned in to press a reassuring kiss to her lips., “I love you both so very much Natty.,” she cheered., “We did it.,” Natasha shook her head at her lovers antics., “Go freshen up lyubov’, I’ll finish the food.,” they shared a parting kiss, leaving you to rest while handling everything that was necessary.

Wanda straddled your waist after getting out and dressed, her hands cupped your cooled cheeks, and she simply stared at your calmed features for a brief moment before moving forward with waking you up., “Krasivaya, time to wake up.,” she whispered in your ear, then pressed her lips to your jaw softly, chuckling when you were squirming at the tickling touch.

Her lips slowly continued to travel up until she pressed them against your inviting lips., “Come on now detka, wake up.,” you whined weakly, trying to shift away with your eyes still tightly shut, but the sounds of your muddled thoughts told her this process of hers was working., “We’ve got fettuccine alfredo.,” she whispered, and within an instant your eyes were fluttering open, you were clearly a bit disoriented but with the mission of having pasta on your mind, your tummy expectantly rumbling, well it was clearly enough to motivate you to awaken.

“There she is.,” she cooed teasingly, watching as the remembrance of tonight’s events come crashing over your mind. A giggle left her when your eyes widened at the sight of her straddling you, as if your face hadn’t just been pressed against her pussy a little over an hour ago., “Wands, wh-what did this all mean?,” you softly croaked out, your hands now balled into fists at your side, and her once smiling face fell., “Oh detka.,” her hands unfurled yours, and linked them with hers instead, lifting them up to kiss your knuckles before leaving them over her chest so you could feel her heartbeat., “This meant everything to us, do you feel me?”

You nodded a bit sheepishly and she beamed., “This heart here, it beats for my girls only.,” the look of confusion in your eyes was amusing., “M-me? I’m your girl?,” she nodded., “Our.,” Natasha interjected into the soft moment, you turned to where the sound came from and saw her signature smirk, but what really caught your eye was the tray in her hand. Wanda shrieked as you abruptly sat up, but your hands wrapped around her to save her from falling.

Your breath hitched though as you saw just how close her face was to yours, the sight of her luscious pink lips enticed you, and in a mustered up moment of bravery you leaned in to kiss her. An air of innocence to contradict tonights earlier shenanigans was present as you moved your lips against hers, “Your girl.,” you repeated in a whisper against her lips, feeling as she smiled at your disbelieving tone.

“Our girl.,” Natasha corrected once more, using her hand to guide you away from the witch by the chin, and leaning in to kiss you a bit more harshly to convey the message more clearly., “Our perfect little one.,” she concluded as she pulled away from you, and Wanda was quick to readjust your bodies so that she was leaned against the headboard with your back to her.

“Open up.,” Natasha boomed with a forkful of pasta in her hands, to which you instantly did, moaning languidly as the creamy pasta brought you into another state of bliss., “Fuck, Wands that’s delicious.,” you said over the mouthful., “Swallow your food love, and what about me?,” the redhead pouted in your direction, and you giggled in response, bringing a warmth to both of their hearts., “We both know who made it.”

Wanda snorted as Natasha dropped the fork into the pan with a dramatic flare., “Yeah, well I carried the hot dish into here for your sake.,” you met her faux annoyance with a genuine smile., “I’m sorry Natty, I appreciate you too.,” the redhead groaned at your too cute for words nature, leaning in to kiss your lips., “Well aren’t you just the most adorable little thing.”

You attempted to shy away from her, taking compliments from the goddess’s had always been hard for you., “Detka, you’re gorgeous, if anyone’s a goddess here it’s you honey.,” you tried to hide behind your hands at being called out, but Natasha pulled them away instantly., “Hey, don’t hide from us detka, a beautiful lady such as yourself deserves to be marveled at.”

“We will remind you every day just how beautiful you are until you believe it detka.,” Wanda’s hands tenderly roam over your sides as she speaks so sweetly to you. Natasha moved the tray out of her lap so she could reach you better, her thumbs removed the tears pooling on your lower lashes, then her fingers tenderly traced the outline of your face., “Beautiful.,” a teasing smirk on her face as she booped your nose, and chuckled at your warming cheeks., “We love you Y/N/N.,” the soft confession wasn’t all that shocking to you after the shared night of passion, and it was somehow even easier for you to reciprocate., “I love you too.”

Wet kisses were simultaneously deposited on your cheeks, you giggled wildly at the sensation of your cheeks being permanently smooshed, their hearts fluttered in their chests at the sound of your genuine giddiness, the couple shared a final teary eyed stare at the reality of the situation; you were theirs, giggles and all.

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Triad Part 9 — Reunion Part 2

A Cazriel x Reader Headcanon

Series Masterlist

A/N: This is 3200 words of self-indulgent smut that ALSO moves the plot forward and then a 1100 word funny/sweet little gift at the end that ALSO ALSO moves the plot forward. If you want to skip the smut, just reading the bit beneath the *** will give you enough of an idea of what happened and why it’s going to be important in less explicit terms. Listen to Total Control by DJO if you want additional ~vibes~ and see if you can guess the two other songs that inspired/are referenced in this part. First person to guess each wins a drabble of your choosing (word choice tbd by the vibes I’m feeling while I write it lol).

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Warnings: Pure smut with dom/sub undertones, choking and restraints included. Buckle up folks!

When Az wakes up a few hours later, his chest hiccups with a sharp intake of breath. With his brain still stuck under the mountain, he struggles against the restraints confining him to the bed.

His thrashing startles you and Cas awake, and while the male loosens his grip and scrambles backwards, you tighten your arms around Az’s waist. Shadow swirl all around you, just as confused as their master.

“Shhhh,” you whisper, rubbing soothing circles around his belly button. “It’s okay, you’re safe. It was just a dream; you’re back home now.”

You keep whispering sweet reassurances as the shadows start to settle, wrapping you and Azriel in their calming chill. Slowly, he stops trying to wriggle away and relaxes in your arms, eventually twisting around to look at you.

“‘M sorry,” he mutters, voice still hoarse from sleep. You check the clock on the wall, noticing that it’s well past dinner time already.

“Don’t apologize,” you say, raising your hands to wipe the tears from his cheeks with the pads of your thumbs. “It’s our job to take care of you, Azzie.”

“And we love our job,” Cas quips, crawling across the bed with a steaming mug in one hand, which he holds to Az’s lips. “So be a dear and let us do it, yeah?”

Azriel rolls his narrowed eyes, but dutifully takes a sip anyway. The hot liquid merges with his insides, soothing aches both physical and mental.

Once the tea is gone, Cas reaches over for a croissant and lifted it up to Az’s mouth.

“I can feed myself, you know,” Az complains, reaching out to try and swipe the pastry from Cassian’s grip. Cas laughs and pulls it away, teasing him.

“Please? Just this once?” He pleads, eyes widening as he sticks out his lower lip in a pout. “You weren’t the only one affected by shutting off the bond, you know.”

The look Az gives him suggests that there will be hell to pay for this later, but Cassian’s entire face lights up when Az parts his lips. He takes small bites and chews slowly as both males stare at each other, bond shimmering with pleasure at the intimacy of the act.

It’s a gesture of trust on both parts and you watch, breathless and teary, as the intensity of their gazes deepens with each bite. After Cas shoves the last bit in, he lets his fingers linger longer than necessary, ghosting against Az’s lips.

Az swallows, smirks, and then sucks Cas’s fingers into his mouth, swirling his tongue

“So that’s how you want to play this, huh?” Cas growls, patience draining from his body. You see it in the way his muscles tighten, a sign that he’s desperately clinging to the last of his self control.

Saying nothing, Az just hums around Cas’s fingers and it’s fucking hot, the way your usually dominant mate can so easily slip into a submissive role while still holding onto all the power. But through the bond, it’s clear that they both need this.

Cas needs to burn off some of the anger and frustration that had built up during Azriel’s absence, and Az (though he’d never admit it out loud) needs reassurance, to feel loved and desired. Letting his mates have their way with him is a sure fire way to calm the insecurities that have grown like ivy during his prolonged isolation.

Besides, he’s never fully defenseless. If things go too far, his shadows are always there to lend a helping hand in regaining control.

You make eye contact with Cas over Az’s head, matching grins on your faces as the possibilities flash down the bond, filling your minds with the most delightful images.

Letting his lips fall open again, Az runs his teeth along the fingers that start to drop just hard enough to send a shudder of pleasure down Cas’s arm. Adrenaline pumps through his veins, heart working double time to accommodate how rapidly his body awakens.

“On your back,” Cassian whispers, the power he’s trying to contain escaping through his voice where a hardness sharpens the edges of his words, turning them into weapons.

“Or what?” Az asks, scooting away from you so he’s fully facing Cas. He crosses his arms over his chest and raises an eyebrow, a half-smirk grazing the corners of his lips.

Red magic flutters out of clenched fists, siphons struggling to contain it all.

“You’re acting real smug over there,” he hisses, leaning in closer to Az, “for someone who’s seen me tear armies limb from limb.”

The darkness seeping into Cas’s eyes has Az straining against his tight sleep shorts, the confines of which are a sweet kind of agony.

And Azriel is smug because he knows exactly which buttons to push to get what he wants.

“I’m not afraid of you,” he whispers, eyes darkening as he smirks at Cas from across the room.

It’s a callback to when they first met, when Cassian had made it his personal mission to make Az’s life a living hell. Things came to a head one night after they’d been out drinking and they ended up fighting behind one of the seedy dive bars littered throughout Windhaven and the surrounding forest.

“RHYS DOESN’T NEED ANOTHER BROTHER,” Cassian bellowed, feeling his magic sparking beneath his skin.

Something in Cassian broke when Azriel’s lips had hardened, the Shadowsinger’s steely gaze piercing straight through Cas’s heart as he growled “I’m not afraid of you.”

It made Cas feel squeamish which, in turn, stoked the fires of his internal rage. His veins stung as red-hot flames licked their way through his body. Clenching his jaw and then each muscle below it, he used brute force to tame his errant magic.

He raised his arms, ready to shove the infuriating Shadow Master away when shadows swirled around him, tightening into shackles around his wrist. His eyes widened; he’d finally found someone who could give it back to him as hard as he liked to give it.

With one eyebrow raised, the silent Shadowsinger held out a hand. The shadows only released their grip when Cassian slumped forward with laughter tumbling from his lips. Cassian and Azriel clasped hands and were brothers from that day forward.

And though Cas’s jaw twitches now just like it did then, it’s not laughter that escapes his lips but a Cauldron-damned snarl. In a flash of red, he surges forward to clamp a hand around Az’s neck, shoving until messy curls thump against the headboard.

“You do look so pretty in blue,” Cas hums, candlelight reflecting off his teeth as he bares them in a wicked grin.

“Come here darling,” he says, reaching over to you with his free hand. You slip your own smaller one into it, mirroring the look on his face as he tugs you closer. “You keep quiet,” he says to Az, tossing his words out like an afterthought as he turns to look at you.

You look up at him all batted lashes and blown out pupils and he melts, all of the lines on his face disappearing. He pulls you into his side, letting his arm snake around your waist.

“And you, sweet little thing,” he whispers, lowering his lips to brush against your pulse point, “can get comfortable riiiiight here.” Cas arranges you on Az’s lap, straddling one of his thighs with your ass just barely brushing against his cock.

He squeezes Az’s throat a little harder, just for a few seconds, and then lets go completely. Az is completely silent, staring up at Cas with wide, eager eyes.

“Good boy,” Cas says, patting Az on the cheek before turning his full attention to you. His eyes flash a deep, blood red as he waves a hand behind him like an afterthought. From his fingertips, red magic shoots out like twirling arrows that wrap around Az’s wrists, pinning them to the headboard.

If he wasn’t so horny, Cas would be in a state of shock, but it’s like it doesn’t register that he shouldn’t be able to do that. Or at least that he’s never done that before. It’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen and from the burning, crackling blue magic flowing through the bond from Az’s side you think that Az would agree if was capable of coherent thoughts.

Az’s wrists are bound tight enough that he can feel the restraints pressing into his skin, but they’re still malleable and comfortable. His shadows surround the red bands, curious and excited.

Cas leans in to press a firm yet gentle kiss to your lips, murmuring against them. “He’s being so good, isn’t he, angel?”

You agree, letting the desire buzzing in your body ooze out through your words. “So good.”

Then you stick your tongue in between Cas’s lips, coaxing a breathy moan from the male knowing it will have Az frothing at the mouth. He loves making the two of you put on a show for him, so you’re going to give him exactly what he wants. Except you make the rules this time, so you take your time exploring every crevasse in Cas’s mouth. Eventually, his hands slide up your waist, shoving up your thin top.

“Off,” he commands, leaning back to watch you slip the fabric over your head. You toss it aside and arch your back as you fold forward to press your hardened nipples against his bare chest.

“Pants, too,” he instructs, waving a hand at you. Within seconds you’re completely bare, cunt soaking Az’s pajama pants. Instinctively, you rub your clit against his thigh a few times and your ass brushes against Az’s clothed dick.

It has him rocking his hips back and forth, needing just a little bit of friction to take the edge off of his overwhelming desires. Keeping his mouth shut is taking too much of his focus so his body’s getting antsy.

“I think he liked that,” you say, acknowledging Az without turning around. Instead, you scoot forward, pressing your knees into Cassian’s sides to lift yourself and free up space for you to reach down, freeing his cock from its cloth prison.

Cas hums, saying nothing as he tightens his grip on your hips, lowering you onto him. He bends his legs, propping them up next to Az’s hips, and stretches you open, slowly easing himself inside. Behind you, Az whimpers, making Cas smirk as he tugs you down until your chests are flush. That gives Az a full, unobstructed view of what’s going on.

Once you’ve adjusted to Cas’s size, you start to ride him, chasing a rapidly building high. Cas guides you, chin on your shoulder so he can stare straight at Az while he says “I want you to come on my cock, can you do that for me, baby?”

“Yes,” you hiss, grinding yourself down so his tip circles that sensitive spot deep inside you.

“Then we’re gonna get at least one more out of ya before it’s Az’s turn. He made us wait, so now we’re making him wait.”

Az is squirming behind you but staying silent—Cas never said he couldn’t move, only that he had to keep quiet. Like he can read Az’s thoughts, Cas laughs; a sharp, growling chuckle like a predator messing with his prey. “And I know you think you’re getting away with something back there, but I can feel you moving. Keep going, if you want, but you’ll pay for it later.”

This new side of Cas has you mumbling nonsense, just fragmented words and phrases conveying the message to keep going, right there. He uses his bent legs to his advantage, pounding up into you. The hands on your hips squeeze tighter and you hope they leave bruises behind so you can match Az.

It doesn’t take long for you to find your release, milking every last aftershock until you slump onto Cas’s chest, boneless and breathless.

“Got another one in there for us?” He whispers, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I can try,” you mumble against the curve of his pecs.

“Good girl.” He helps prop you back up and, from his spot behind you, holds a hand out towards Az. The glowing red bonds dissolve, freeing his wrists, and he immediately scoots forward. Cas lifts you up, grabbing your ass to make room for Az to shimmy down flat on his back and then settling you with your knees next to his ears.

Two thick fingers dip into your dripping cunt. Cas collects some of your slick before shoving you down onto Az’s waiting lips.

He moves those fingers lower, circling the rim of Az’s hole to ease it open. Az whimpers, finally getting the touch he’s been wanting and it’s almost too much too fast.

Cas slides his free hand down the curve of your ass and onto Az’s neck, curling his fingers around to press against his mate’s pulse point.

“I told you to keep quiet,” Cas snarls. Shadows nuzzle up against the hard planes of Cassian’s body, murmuring apologies that only Az can hear.

You feel Az still beneath you but are so close to your second peak that you keep grinding against his face. It only lasts for a few seconds before Cassian loosens his grip.

“You better make her cum. If you want me to fuck you, I want to hear Y/N scream your name,” he whispers, leaning down to graze his teeth against the skin behind Az’s ear.

“Please, Az,” you whine, fingernails digging into the headboard as you writhe against his mouth searching for your release. His tongue darts into your folds and then he sucks on your clit, lapping up towards it with the flat of his tongue. “Fuck, do that again.” He obliges, wanting nothing more than to feel your walls fluttering against his tongue, to please you, to please Cassian. It’s getting to be too much, having Cas’s fingers working his hole open and you humping his face.

When he dips his tongue into you again, you stutter into your climax. Your hips thrust up until your clit hits Az’s nose and then you grind down, each small movement sending shockwaves through your system.

“Az,” you cry, slumping back against Cas as you’re hit with the full force of a second orgasm without getting the chance to recover from the first. It hits just on the pleasure side of the pain/pleasure spectrum and you ride it out, pulsing walls sucking his tongue back in.

“Good job, honey,” Cas murmurs, wrapping an arm around your chest to pull you in as tight as possible. You let your core fall away from Az’s mouth and Cassian helps you crawl off of Az. Collapsing on the bed next to Az, you curl into his side, seeking out his warmth.

Love you, you mutter through the bond, sending a flutter of purple magic his way. Shadows wrap you in a soothing cocoon in answer.

Cas tugs Az down the bed, flipping him onto his stomach and pulling his hips back so Cas can slip his tip into the loosened hole.

“You ready for me, baby? Think you can take it?” Cas asks, low and breathy since he’s teasing himself as much as he’s teasing Az.

“Yessss,” Az hisses, trying to tip his hips forward to take more. Cas barks out a laugh and smacks a flat palm down on one of Az’s cheeks.

With your head curled to the side, you have a perfect view of the slight jiggle of Az’s ass. Cas’s other hand tightens around the sloping waist leading down to toned hips, and then he slaps again two, three, four times.

“I never said you could speak,” he scolds. Az’s eyes are bright and glinting with unshed tears as he grasps desperately at the last remaining shreds of his self control.

Cas waits for a full two minutes, slowly pushing his cock in deeper. Az stretches to accommodate him, tight rim tugging to try and speed the process along. “Fuck, you take me so well.”

When his pelvis is flush against Az, he bends down and slides his hand into the dark hair standing out against the white sheets. He tips Az’s head to the side, exposing one ear so he can mutter against it. “Okay, you can speak now, baby. You’re doing a good job, Azzie.” Azzie. The nickname shouldn’t arouse him like this, make him clench even tighter around Cas. It’s the name that you call him when you’re feeling sweet, when you really want something, or when you’re trying to get his attention when he’s really, really broken. Az isn’t sure which one of these things Cas is trying to communicate. All three, probably, with the way he’s nipping at Az’s earlier hard enough to break the skin.

“Cas,” Az groans, arching his back to rub his dick against the silk beneath him. You scoot down and push him up on his forearms, slipping into the space beneath him to line your head up with his leaking tip. Cas starts thrusting, strokes wild, deep, and messy as he loses himself in the feeling of Az’s tightness, pounding against his prostate.

“Not gonna last long,” Cas grunts, body frothing with lust and magic after spending so long teasing his mates.

You suck Az in between your lips, swallowing as much of him as your current position will allow, and feel him twitch against your tongue.

“Me ‘neither,” Az mumbles against the curve of your stomach, right below your belly button. His lips ghost against your skin, sending cool shadows in the direction of his breath.

He fucks into your mouth every time Cas bottoms out in him, pushing him even deeper. Cas doesn’t last long, spilling into Az with a strangled choke. Azriel speeds up, hips bucking wildly as he takes

“Gonna come for us, baby?” Cas rasps, running his hands up and down Az’s thighs, slumping forward to keep his dick inside, softening against Az’s prostate.

“Y-yes,” Az keens as he spills himself into your mouth like all he was waiting for was permission. His cum drips down the back of your throat and you swallow it all, sucking him through the aftershocks of his orgasm until he whimpers, overstimulated and wriggling in between you and Cassian.

Cas pulls out and guides Az until he’s laying back with his head and shoulders propped up by only the biggest, fluffiest pillows. You curl up against his side and lift your hand to Az’s neck, grazing the darkening bruises there. Within seconds, Cas has his hand wrapped around your wrist, squeezing it tight as he pulls your hand away.

“Don’t,” he murmurs, letting his own free hand settle atop Azriel’s collarbone, fingertips following the trail of marks at the base of his mate’s neck. “I want him to wear them like a necklace.”

Az flushes the prettiest shade of red you’ve ever seen and you hum in acknowledgement. You turn to face Cas, grin as wild as your post-fuck hair.

“Next time, I want you to choke him ‘til he’s blue in the face.”

Golden, molten-lava lust oozes through the bond followed by a bright white flash of shame that’s engulfed by shadows in less than a second.

***

Az is up early the next morning, needing a moment to himself before his mates wake up. Alone at the kitchen table with only the slowly rising sun to keep him company, he works on shrouding the memories of last night in the darkness at the very back of his mind.

When his shadows alert him that someone’s coming up the walkway, he bolts to the door to catch them before they knock or, Mother forbid, ring the bell and wake his slumbering mates. He still has his coffee in one hand when he swings the door open, scowling

“Why, good morning, Shadowsinger,” Rhys drawls, a shit-eating smirk spreading across his face, smooth as butter. “I can come back later if you’re currently indisposed.”

And—oh. Az’s free hand flies to his neck, fingertips ghosting over the bruises littering his throat. In his haste to get to the door, he forgot to deal with those.

Rolling his eyes, he swings the door open wider, beckoning his brother in.

“Come in, you mongrel. But if you wake my mates, you’ll choke on my shadows.” The threat is light-hearted but completely serious when paired with the ice cold glare pinching at the corners of his eyes. Shadows nip at Rhysand’s heels as he follows Az into the cozy little kitchen, sinking into one of the worn, wooden chairs surrounding the table.

Azriel opts to lean against the counter, one leg propped up and a hand clutching the cool marble. Rhys waves one hand, pouring and summoning a cup of coffee with a flick of his hand.

“Show off,” Az snorts into his mug as he takes a long sip of his (black) coffee.

“Somebody’s jealous,” Rhys teases as he adjusts the cream and sugar levels until they’re just right.

Az lowers his mug revealing a nose wrinkled in distaste.

“Of you? Never.” Disgust lasts mere seconds before laughter is bubbling out of his mouth, rumbling deep in his chest. It helps him breathe a little easier.

“I wouldn’t mind swapping places with you for a few days.” Rhys winks as he lifts his mug to his lips.

“You’d have your hands full with those two.” Az waves his mug, gesturing vaguely towards his neck. “This is an anomaly.”

“Oh, I’m sure it is. Cassian always did like being thrown around a little bit too much.” Both males laugh, thinking about a younger Cas holding the full force of his power back in fights, grinning up at his opponent with a mouthful of blood and asking Is that all you’ve got?

It’s quiet for a while as they sip their coffee, but then Rhys sets his mug down and leans forward, clasping his hands and resting his elbows on the table.

“It’s okay if you liked it, though. They’re your mates, brother. It’s a safe way to be vulnerable, to let your guard down.”

Az’s hazel eyes narrow and his shadows spring into action, swirling around his feet. Rhysand waits patiently, knowing that cracking Azriel’s hard exterior would take time and a delicate hand.

Eventually, he speaks.

“I…enjoyed myself. Cas’s magic is much more powerful than I thought.”

“Oh?”

“It was damn near refined. I’ve never seen him have that much control over it, not even on the battlefield.”

Rhys hums and cocks his head, picturing the explosive bursts of red that had cleared battlefields many times before.

“That makes sense, actually. Cassian’s always been afraid of his power, more comfortable using physical force than magic. It could be a mutually beneficial exercise for the both of you—for all three of you, really. By letting your guard down, you likely allowed Cassian to tap into some of your self control. And the unequivocal trust that stems from bond ensured that both of you felt safe enough to let power flow freely through the bond. I suspect that if you keep practicing, Rhys pauses to flash a wink and a cheeky grin at the blushing Shadowsinger, “then eventually you’ll be able to borrow from each other outside of the bedroom, too.” He punctuates his sentence with a shrug; after all this Triad Bond was rare, so his ideas were merely conjectures.

“So you’re saying we can strengthen our magic by having sex?”

“Sex is a powerful act—of love, of trust, of acceptance—it could become a safe space for you to explore the depths of your powers together.” Az twists his face up in a (hilarious, in Rhys’s opinion) mixture of confusion and intrigue dusted with disgust.

“This isn’t one of Y/N’s trashy romance novels.”

“Or…maybe it is?” Az’s eyes narrow and his shadows stiffen like they’re offended. “Is it really so hard to believe that you’re worthy of a grand love story, brother?”

Azriel frowns, but before he can answer you stumble into the kitchen with Cassian a step behind you to prevent you from falling. Your feet are heavy as your body tries desperately to cling onto sleep. The sight of Azriel leaning against the counter with a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips and one of Cas’ oldest sweaters with the sleeves bunched around his wrists prompts you to scurry faster—the soft version of the Shadowsinger is your favorite.

“Morning, Azzie,” you mumble against his shoulder as you press your face into the soft wool, arms around his waist squeezing tight. Behind you, you hear the familiar low rumble of Rhys’ laughter and are grateful for the opportunity to bury your head further into your mate to hide your blush. You hadn’t noticed him; tunnel vision took over as soon as you saw Az looking sweet and cozy with his baggy clothes and steaming mug of coffee.

“Oi, I’m here, too,” Rhys teases, prompting Cassian to pull him into a bear hug.

“Good morning, Rhysie,” he croons, peppering sloppy kisses all over the High Lord’s face. Rhys chokes on his laughter as he tries to shove the brute off of him.

Cassian is stronger, though, and only tightens his grip further.

“Careful, brother,” Rhys drawls, suddenly stilling as he catches Az’s dark and stormy gaze locked on them, a slight twitching of his jaw betraying his well-concealed jealousy. “I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble later.”

Cas loosens his grip and turns towards Az, grinning at the sight of his mate’s narrowed eyes.

“That’s exactly what I’m hoping will happen,” he says, swatting at the errant shadow nipping at his neck.

Rhysand backs away, hands held up in surrender.

“Alright, well, I’ll leave you to it. And, Azriel, do try to keep your mind open, trust is a powerful magic.”

With that, a cackling Rhysand disappears, leaving you and Cassian to deal with the sputtering Spymaster left behind.

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sorrowfulrosebud · 6 months

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Melanie and Verde’s relationship got me thinking about Idol! Reader and Photographer! Bakugou.

You’re up on the stage, white hot lights pouring on your face as you belt the lyrics to the song you and your boyfriend wrote together. You dance and hop around the stage, feeling the music so intensely that you wished this moment could never end. Your face is all beams and smiles as your backup dancers weave their bodies around you, complimenting your own performance.

Katsuki was circling the stage with his expensive camera, paying no attention to the screaming fans behind him demanding his attention. He was focused on shooting you in the most flattering lights, trying to get the best shots for your new article coming up.

He can’t help the little smile as you beam at him with a wide grin. You dance a little closer to the stage, making sure to lock eye contact as you sing the ending lyrics to your love song. Your fans cheer and scream for you both, Katsuki getting some attention of his own since you posted a cheeky photo of you smushing ice cream into his face.

You wave goodbye to your fans, bidding them a safe trip home as you skip off stage, giddily trotting to your dressing room. Katsuki is already sat on the couch flicking through the camera film, already deciding which ones to post for your official Instagram story.

“Hi baby, what did you think of the show tonight?” You ask happily, grabbing some comfy clothes and changing behind your screen. Katsuki looks up.

“An incredible job again, siren. Got some real good shoots here. Lighting didn’t fuck it up too much, so they must have got a new person workin’ ‘em. Good thing too, Sparkle Bitch was too flamboyant and made you glare,” he listed off, saving some of the most powerful photos.

“But as my boyfriend, how did I do?” You ask him as you come round the screen, hair tied up as you plonk yourself on to the couch. Katsuki places his camera down and grabs you by the waist, making you squeal as he sits you on his lap. His lips lock with yours as you squeak, slowly melting into the kiss.

“You were so fucking amazing, baby. Absolutely fuckin’ perfect,” he murmurs lowly. Your eyes widen at his (not so) little friend bumping against you as you kiss him again and get off his lap.

“You perv, not now! I’m gonna go get in the shower. I’m sweaty from the lights and the costume and I’m parched,” you laugh, already stripping for the shower.

“If you’re thirsty, my number one fan has something for ya!” He cackled as you flipped him the bird. He shook his head fondly, before sending the photos from the camera to his phone.

The next day, the highlights from your performance were plastered on your Instagram. Thousands of likes and comments poured through, some commending the show, some being thirsty, but you didn’t care. You adored your fans.

What you didn’t know however was the photos that had your biggest smiles, the smiles where your nose was scrunched in pure glee. Your dimples made gentle fingerprints in your face, in the same places he fondly holds you. The smile that makes him go weak in the knees, one that should only be his. Those photos were his to keep.

So unless you were to go into his Cloud Drive, you would never see the secret folder he has of your best moments and cutest memories.

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nolovelingers · 2 months

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TELL ME YOU DONT FEEL IT ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ wes hicks !!

⋆ ★ wes has had a crush on you since what feels like the beginning of time and he’s finally determined on getting you to tell him whether the feelings are reciprocated or not. — short blurb !!

cw ᝰ.ᐟ sfw ,, talk of weed ,, readers high ,, fluff

dancing under the florescent night sky of the moon, a deep blue tarp with an array of stars scattered in groups like white paint on a canvas as laughter beamed from the depth of your body resided you and wes hicks.

a bittersweet feeling harmonized along with the two of you as you swayed to your own rhythm, not a single worry or doubt making itself present in your mind as you gave your thoughts away to the buzzing sensation vibrating all through you.

the 5’8 male had not been there initially to witness the intaking of a blunt rotation you shared between few friends, but he was quick to head over the second you asked.

there was worry that struck through his body at first as he picked up your call after only two rings, a small panic at seeing your name on his phone at such late hours of the night and it wasn’t until he heard you speak the protectiveness that ran through his veins settled only after a short explanation.

you had asked him to come and walk you back home, worried to do so alone and not in the sober mindset.

he rushed over as soon as he could, leading up to the present moment as you laughed away the cruelty of the world, stumbling just slightly as you skipped and danced without song.

“spin me!” you requested, and the hicks boy felt blood rush up to his face at the sudden odd request, your fingers reaching for his in a cupping motion.

complying with an awkward smile he lifted his arm, twirling you around and watching the way your clothes blew along with the direction of the wind, outlining the figure of your body that was just beautiful in his eyes. “how much did you have?” he mindlessly questioned, laughter threatening to poor from between his bubblegum pink tinted lips as he watched you with an intent gaze. his attention was solely on you and he was met with a shrug of your shoulders.

“why, did you wanna hit?” you didn’t even have to ask before you felt the pending answer, flipping your body around and walking backwards as you continued holding onto his slim fingers with your own.

“uhh, no, i don’t smoke.” he glanced at your hand that was still wrapped around his with a lingering look in his eyes that you were fast to mistake for him being uncomfortable, letting go of his hand and not noticing the slightly disappointed emotion rupturing over his features as he nervously looked at the pavement below the two of you.

you smiled, his response turning out exactly as you expected while continuing to walk the wrong way forward. wes eyes you carefully, prepared to shoot his arms out and catch you at the chance you fell. “i know. you’re a little mamas boy. it’s cute though, i really admire that.” there was nothing but genuineness in your voice as you spoke and the bleach-haired boy felt the need to turn his head away in a daze of embarrassment, the feeling of a rosy tint creeping over his fair skin.

there’s silence for a moment and he clears his throat, sticking his hands in the pockets of his grey-washed jeans and opting to try and switch the topic away from him. “how you feeling?” softly and with genuine concern in his ocean-blue eyes he met your vision with his, a light-hearted smile twitching the corners of just one side of his mouth up slightly.

“amazing,” you’re quick to answer him, finally flipping your body the right way round. “i feel like im one with the environment!” you giggle, so much intense passion evident in your voice while you announced your mindset to the boy; who’s blonde hair was breezing into patches with the wind, his dark brown roots becoming even more apparent.

wes watches you with a certain intensity of emotion in his eyes. like a mother watching her kid say their first words, or a doctor witnessing their patient start to walk again after being paralyzed for years.

he grins, keeping his head turned as he breaks his gaze away from you. you’re able to see the point of his canines clearly as he stays faced away, and suddenly you’re switching roles, finding yourself unable to look away from him.

you had never really seen him in this light before. not literally, the dark nightfall dimming his face; making his skin look smoother than it ever has, his jaw seemed to pop more, or maybe he was just clenching it, the yellow hue of lamplights coming and going as you walk down the concrete along with him and back to the neighborhood you both have been living in since you could open your eyes.

you had seen wes almost every day of your life. walking to school together, all the days you hung out, sharing classes and even carpooling with each others parent every once in a while.

but you had never really seen him like this. clearly.

and through the dim lighting, through the shadows of the night and the dark pallet of colors swarming the two of you you swore that you had really seen him. and there wasn’t a word to describe the feeling either. it was just like something was turning in your head, gears clicking after so many years.

he was enticing.

enticing you, and drawing you in without meaning.

he notices the quiet that fell between the two of you, and finally meets eye contact with you again. as soon as he does, he notices you had already been staring and an enormous blush immediately takes over him as he tries to figure out how long you had been watching him.

he brings his eyes back down, watching the floor and you notice as he carefully steps over every crack littered on the gray surface. finally you reach the street of your neighborhood, not too far from your friends house, and the boy instinctively grabs onto the cloth of your shirt as you cross the road to get to the right street.

you smile to yourself as you walk side to side next to him and he doesn’t once let go, watching both sides of the road for cars like one could come whipping through and cutting the corner any second to turn the both of you into road kill.

when you reach the next set of sidewalk, now down the path to your house, and he still hasn’t let go, you decide to direct the conversation. “are you gonna tell your mom why you had to come get me?”

he goes quiet for moment, turning to you with his brows furrowed like you had just asked him a really obvious question. “of course not.” a sound that sounds like a mix of a scoff and a giggle leaves his mouth. “even if i did it’s not like she’d arrest you.”

you roll your eyes, bumping your shoulder into him as you walk in sync together. “she’s the sheriff.” you slightly lean into him as you walk and he lets out a little sigh.

“yeah but.. it’s you.”

“what do you mean ‘it’s me’?”

clearly he wasn’t expecting you to want clarification on what he meant, his silence answers that for you. he looks at you, the crickets of the night being the only thing audible. “just.. you’re like my best friend. she wouldn’t arrest you over something like weed. to be honest, I think she smoked a few times when she was a teenager too.”

you hum, the drowsiness stage beginning to set in as you lean more into him, staggering just slightly. wes notices your irregular steps and drapes an arm around your shoulder, leaning you into him as an attempt to balance you.

you smile into his sleeve and don’t even notice the way he’s puffed his cheeks out or stopped breathing completely as he held you closer to him.

finally, you reach your house, the familiar structure waiting in front of you; dark and quiet.

“you’ll make it in okay?” he removes his arm, guiding you lightly in front of him so he can meet your eyes and you have to fight back rolling them at such a silly question but end up smiling at his worry over nothing.

“i don’t know, 15 more feet and im not sure ill have mine anymore.” you smirk at him and he rolls his eyes at you, a look of fondness adoring his features.“ughhh, i guess i should go. call it a night. thank you wes, seriously.” you smile at him, messing with his hair a little. he opens his mouth and then closes it again, like he’s debating saying something more; so you stay a moment longer.

he doesn’t say anything, and after debating with yourself internally for about 5 seconds you lean [down/up] and press a kiss to his cheek; which feels hot under your lips.

you could literally hear his breathing pick up, and when you finally break away from his skin he’s not looking anywhere near you but has rather zoned off somewhere behind you.

“goodnight wes.” you offer him a embarrassed smile before turning away, walking back to your door.

you make it a whopping 4 steps away before he’s calling out after you.

“stop.” there’s actual irritation in his voice, which isn’t normal, and you turn back to face him. he’s standing in the exact same spot with the same dazed look on his face only now he looks a little angry and confused as his forehead is creased and brows are pushed together while looking at you. “what is this? what are you doing?”

you’re confused, clasping your hands together to help gather warmth as a cold breeze runs through the air. “what do you mean?”

wes shakes his head, looking away and then back at you several times and it’s obvious he’s fighting with himself internally. “you know what i mean. this. us. what are you doing? why?”

you don’t look away from him once, confidently staying in your place as you cross your arms; embarrassed to address the situation but not nearly as much as he was. “can you clarify?” it’s kind of obvious what he’s talking about, but there’s some idiotic part of you in your mind forcing you to act stupid which only drove wes more mad.

he opens his lips and an estranged laugh leaves, like someone having a nervous breakdown and randomly starts giggling. it’s an agitated laugh.

“please, whatever you’re doing, stop. stop acting like you don’t know what i mean. you know what you’re doing, and- and what you just did. you must know what kind of effect you have over me or something because at this point it’s getting frustrating when you do these things but can’t even address it. it is like, physically hurting my heart at this point because all i can do when i try to sleep is stare at the ceiling and think about you and what you do to me and whether or not you know what you’re doing or if it’s unintentional and it’s driving me nuts. tell me you don’t feel it. tell me you don’t feel this!” despite how frantic his words come out, and how panicked and vulnerable he looks, he speaks clearly and strings the right words together to express himself. that’s always been a great trait about him. wes was great with his words and knows exactly how to describe how he’s feeling. he just struggled on having the courage to get them out.

you almost don’t know what to say, but there’s no time to find your words before he’s speaking again.

“and don’t give me any more bullshit about how you don’t know exactly what im taking about or how im not being ‘clear enough’ for you. i mean, seriously, i shouldn’t have to spell it out for you at this point because all of our friends know that i like you and even your family, which i tried so hard especially to hide it from, figured it out so fast. it’s not rocket science. besides my mom and tara you are the only girl i consider myself close with and there’s no way it’s not obvious to you when you ask me about the girl i like because it is definitely not tara, and it is definitely not my mom. i like them but not in the way i like you, not in the way you won’t leave my mind so much so it’s frustrating. i can hardly focus in class because I can’t stop thinking about us or if there even is an us or what could happen or if you feel the same way and it’s unfair because there has to be some part of you internally that knows I like you when you kiss my cheek or text me every morning and night or run your fingers through my hair when we hang out and I hate it so much because I can’t read you the same way you can read me and I can’t tell if you’re doing these things just to mess with me or because you might actually feel the same way.”

wes, now out of breath, let’s out quiet gasps and inhales of air after he finishes speaking. he stammers in place for a second, trying to catch his footing as he looks around the environment and at anywhere but you. trying to avoid your eyes. your face. it was all on the line now and he was terrified of what you might say.

“you.. like me?” you repeat to yourself, keeping your eyes trained on his face. this finally gets the hicks boys eyes to land back on you with a frustrated sigh; like you just asked the dumbest thing in the world.

“are you really gonna ask me that after I just finished my dramatic epilogue?”

a smile takes over your face from the way he says this, his breathing still uneven. so many thoughts churn through your head as you try to process what this all means. what this all could mean for you and the future of your friendship with wes.

“you’re right, sorry.” you awkwardly smile, taking one step closer to him as you begin to try to gather your mind and express what you were thinking.

“you’re not worried about this changing us? our friendship? what if we breakup?” all reasonable questions to ask, they come flying out of your mouth one by one and wes feels his heartbeat quicken in hope as he realizes you haven’t yet rejected him.

“youch, thinking about breaking up already?” the blonde feins hurt and places a hand loosely over his heart which earns an eye roll from you before he shakes his head. “do you even know how much I like you? I mean, clearly not. the last thing I would ever want is for us to breakup. if that happened, that’s on you. and our friendship? what do you mean? did you just friendzone me? (y/n).” wes lets out one last final sigh before grabbing for one of your hands with both of his, locking eyes with you nervously.

“please, i just need to know how you feel. if you don’t feel the same way, it’s fi-“

the feeling of his lips on yours is as soft as you could have ever imagined. they were plump and tasted of strawberry chapstick. a far too prolonged kiss was shared, and you cupped one side of his face with your hand while bringing the other behind his neck.

wes felt his knees buckle underneath him, feeling like he was in a dream. he had dreamed of this moment for so long and was now having a hard time believing it was real. the kiss almost felt too perfect.

after a few delayed seconds he gently placed both hands on your waist, holding you down in place as he moves his lips against yours as if to stop you from ever leaving.

you pull away, face burning a bright red and heart pounding an unnatural rate before you finally open your mouth to speak.

“i feel it.”

` ੈ˚ ★ a / n : i deadass started ts 7 months ago but it’s been rotting in my drafts since school started back and nasa wanted to recruit me as a potential subject in their spacial exposure severer super undercover mission

started 08.06.23.

finished 03.29.24.

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