#some light smut

[ashotofogdensoldfirewhiskey]

Sweet Nothing

The jinx hits him in his abdomen, and his first thought isn’t of the pain, or even the counterjinx, it’s of the paperwork. 

“I know,” Harry sighs a few hours later, as Robards delivers what feels like his millionth lecture about protocols and safety procedures and doesn’t Harry know he needs to be more careful? 

“I know you know,” Robards growls. “Which is why I’m wondering how you let this happen again.”

Harry wants to spit out that the number of accidents that befall him in the field aren’t accidents. That the remaining Death Eaters and pathetic scum who hadn’t been talented enough to be Death Eaters but may as well have been have made hexing Harry the new benchmark for revenge. That Wilkins is a corrupt scum who’d said the room had been cleared when it hadn’t, and he should have been fired ages ago if the department is truly clean the way Robards claims it is. 

But he doesn’t. It isn’t anything Robards hasn’t heard before, even acknowledged once or twice. But he only cares about his safety statistics, and the end of quarter report he has to submit upon which he must now record this incident, a blot on a record that might impact the promotion he’s lobbying for. 

“It won’t happen again,” Harry promises. They both know it’s bullshit. Robards accepts it anyway, because what else can he do?

“You handle the press,” Robards orders, a far more effective punishment than anything else he could have devised. Harry wonders if he knows this. Wonders if this makes him respect the man more or less.

“Why?” Harry asks bluntly.

“Because you’re who they always want to hear from, aren’t you?”

The truth of the statement does nothing to ease the sting.  

“The suspect was taken into custody and is now under questioning for the murder of Florean Fortescue. This is still an ongoing investigation, and further details cannot be disclosed at this time.”

Harry doesn’t open the floor for questions but they hurl them at him anyway. 

“Mr. Potter, is it true that you were injured during the arrest? Did you have a personal history with Selwyn?”

“Mr. Potter, would you say that your lack of formal education and credentials impacted you today?”

“Mr. Potter, do you regret lobbying for the removal of dementors when making arrests like this?”

“Would you say your presence in the Auror department is a publicity stunt?”

Harry had known what he was signing up for when he joined the Aurors. He had known he wasn’t signing up for a life of peace or simplicity, had known that the weight of his name and identity would be hanging on his shoulders. 

There are days when it’s easier to pretend the weight isn’t there, and days when he wonders whether the chains round his neck are visible.

Today is not one of the easy days. Harry answers the questions with his best impression of politeness. He’s never been very good at impressions.

Then it’s back to the office to write up the incident report. Wilkins sidles up to his desk like a prick and has the gall to ask after his injury. 

“My stomach is fine,” Harry says flatly, not bothering to look up from his report. “How are your eyes?”

“Eh?”

“You cleared the room, didn’t you?” Harry asks, crossing a t with unnecessary force. “Must not have seen Selwyn.”

Harry looks up from his report now. Wilkins doesn’t even have the courtesy to look defensive. “Yeah, that’s right,” Wilkins says with a sneer. “Didn’t see him.”

“I’ll make sure to include that in my report,” Harry says lightly, as though that means anything. They both know it doesn’t. 

“You do that, Potter,” Wilkins says. “Hope your tummy heals up soon.”

The wheels of justice turn slowly. Hermione had said that to him once over a firewhiskey at the Leaky Cauldron, as though that were meant to make him feel better, or something. 

Harry pops out for a coffee in the afternoon, and gets accosted by a photographer from Witch Weekly on the way back. The purple smoke from her camera nearly chokes him as he takes an unfortunately timed sip of his coffee. 

“Harry Potter!” she squeaks.

Harry doesn’t bother with a response, and pushes past her roughly in his escape. He knows that this will inevitably result in some bullshit story about him being a stuck up famous prick who thinks he’s too good to speak to his fans, or maybe this time they’ll imply he’s having an affair with someone different and had to run away to avoid detection, someone interesting, maybe Tom the barman or maybe the random witch who had stood in front of him in line at the coffee shop. Anyone will do, because anything with his name attached will sell and it doesn’t matter whether the story is even on the same continent as the truth. 

He should have smiled at her, at least. 

Or maybe he shouldn’t. Maybe then he’d have been accused of being fame hungry or coveting a headline or perhaps even having an affair with her.

The truth is there is no winning with the press. His skin is thicker than it used to be, he doesn’t care as much as he once did, and yet today he sips his coffee with a hint of cynicism and the faint flavor of libelous purple smoke.

When he returns to his desk it is to find that the warrant he’d applied for had been denied, and he’ll need to find more evidence to bring charges. He’s supposed to owl the Montgomery family today for an update on their case. They’d been hounding him all week, and he was waiting for the warrant to give them some positive news. 

Now he has no positive news to deliver. 

He finishes up his incident report, and scribbles a hasty letter without any substance to the Montgomerys, feeling shit.

He’s still thinking about it when he Apparates home for the day, wondering whether it will be worth questioning Greyback again to see whether he might accidentally divulge more information pertaining to the Montgomery case, and whether such a small possibility was worth yet another conversation with the man who, after all this time, still revolts him.

He pushes open the door to Grimmauld Place, and it takes him a moment to register the sound of humming coming from the kitchen. It’s off key, some Hobgoblins song that he vaguely recognizes. 

She’s standing at the sink when he comes in, swishing her wand at the sink hopefully while she reaches the crescendo of the chorus, and for the first time all day, Harry smiles. The light through the window is bright, and it makes her red hair shine a coppery gold. She’s wearing the lounge trousers that make her bum look particularly good, along with some bright purple fuzzy socks that prevent her feet from turning to ice on the stone floor, a perfect mixture of cozy allure that he’s come to associate with her. 

His footsteps alert her to his presence, and he’s sorry for it, because she stops humming. But she turns to him and grins, which is nearly as good.

“Oh, you’re home,” she says brightly. “Look, you’re not allowed to tell her this, but Mum was right.”

Harry reaches her and wraps his arms around her from behind, letting the warmth of her seep into his cold skin, dropping a kiss down to her cheek. “About what?”

“I should have let her teach me all those householdy charms like she said,” Ginny says with a dramatic sigh. “I just can’t- get- it- to-”

She punctuates each word with a wave of her wand, and Harry watches as the pot she’s attempting to magically scrub flips feebly, a bit of food clinging stubbornly to the bottom. 

“I’ll wash it,” Harry offers.

Ginny turns, still in his arms, and smiles up at him. “No, I’m going to get it right and then you’ll be deeply impressed by my domestic prowess.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yes,” Ginny says, reaching up to snake her arms around his neck. “Hi.”

“Hi.”

She reaches up and kisses him. He knows she probably meant it to be a greeting kiss, a small thing, but he holds her there against him, soaking in the smell of her, the feel of her against him, the soft of her lips and the silk of her hair, drowning in her. 

“Well hi,” she says after they finally pull apart, her lids a bit heavy now, her eyes wicked. 

Harry answers with another soft kiss. 

“I didn’t know you were so into scrubbing pots,” Ginny teases against his lips. “I’d have done it much sooner.”

“You knew what you were doing when you put on those trousers.”

Ginny cackles, and Harry thinks he’ll never get tired of it, the way she laughs with her whole face, the crinkles of her nose and around her eyes, the glint of amusement she gets, the way she throws her whole head back with it. “You’ll never prove it.”

Harry doesn’t care to prove it, only kisses her again and again, until he lifts her up onto the counter and pulls the trousers off, until he’s warm and deep inside of her and she’s whispering his name in his ear in the way she knows drives him mad, and her skin is so soft and freckled and perfect.

Then they laugh at themselves, going at it in the kitchen when they have a perfectly good bedroom upstairs, and Harry teases her, telling her to show off her domestic prowess and clean off the counter. She smacks him on the arm and tells him that domestic prowess is overrated and shouldn’t he make himself useful?

She tells him about Quidditch practice earlier, and the new formation that the team hadn’t been able to get quite right, and the owl she’d received from Charlie about the hatching of a new baby dragon while they eat dinner, a leftover stew Harry had made the evening before. It’s warm and delicious, just like her, and he knows she’s speaking but he can’t get the sound of her off key humming out of his head, and how maybe everything she says is music.

It isn’t until she’s pouring him a glass of red wine and they’re settling down to listen to the Puddlemere match on the wireless that she asks him. 

“How was your day, anyway? Anything interesting happen?”

Harry thinks for a moment, feeling quite warm as she burrows her toes beneath his leg and she drapes a blanket Molly had knitted for them across both of their laps. “Nah, nothing,” he says, lifting her hand to kiss the back of it. “Just you.”

#hinny fluff #drabble #sweet nothing #canon compliant #taylor swift lyrics #you're in the kitchen humming #some light smut #mature

[anki-of-beleriand]

Midnight meeting pt.6

Summary: You have been under house arrest in the Avenger´s compound since arriving to that universe, then in a single night your world changes while meeting the newest addition to the team.

Warnings: Mentions of Nat/Reader. Female!ReaderxWanda Maximoff. Angst, drama, unrequited/requited love. Depression. Fluff. Jealousy. Suggestive themes. Mentions of sex. Top!Reader. Avenger!Reader. Just a love triangle that can have a surprising resolution. Magical!Reader. Swear words. Mentions of violence.

More warning will be added as the story progess.

Author's Note: So, this is my first try to a Wanda/Reader story and I'm nervous and this has not been betaed and English is not my mother tongue, so I apologise beforehand.

You guys are amazing!!

I have to say this has been fun so far, and playing around with everyone has been quite amazing. This chapter is a little intense, and Reader and Wanda are just getting closer and closer. Once again I hope you guys like this chapter, and my ask is open for whatever comments!

Words: 6,860

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 7 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Epilogue

Part 6 - The conflict, the jealousy

The morning caught you and Wanda with a drizzle and cold wind.

This time around you had offered the young woman your favourite hoodie before taking her down to the lake. The warmth gust of air you could create was enough to keep the temperature just right to focus on your training. Wanda didn’t get a chance to see you the night before, but the young woman had melted when morning came and she discovered herself lying comfortably on the sofa in the common room with a warm blanket on top of her. 

Without needing to ask, or confessing, Wanda knew you had been there the night before. Wanda had tried to wait for you, perhaps going back to watch her sitcoms in your company, but she had been tired and didn’t even notice when sleep claimed her. The blanket still smelled like you, and Wanda had come to her training with a smile on her face, eager to discover what the afternoon would bring.

“Perfect.” You mumbled nodding as Wanda slid her feet forward alongside her arm and hand. “Now learning this is all good and well, but I want you to start thinking about your breathing, about your power. At another moment you call upon it with just strong emotions, now you should be able to poke at it slowly.”

“”It’s difficult.” Wanda replied frowning, “do I breathe in a special way? How can you be sure of the amount of energy you need?”

You chuckled, cocking your head to the side, thinking over your questions. You came closer to the other woman standing right behind her while moulding your body to hers; in your mind there is only the training and the teaching part you were doing, nothing else crossed your thoughts. For Wanda however, the closeness was driving her mad. Her sore body tensed completely making her winced, though she almost faltered when your hands found hers, the warmth of your breath caressing her ear.

“Don’t think. That’s the first rule.” With only a tender probing you started moving alongside Wanda, directing her movements slowly, “take a deep breath and let it go slowly, there is no rush.”

Wanda was not completely sure she could breathe slowly, her heart was hammering against her chest and she was about to faint as you manipulated her movements with ease. 

“Now close your eyes and think about your power.” you continued letting go of the contact but without moving from the spot you were in.

The position allowed for you to keep guiding Wanda’s hands, slowly and surely until the air around the both of you charged unhurriedly with electricity and sparks of red. You smiled in triumph knowing Wanda had finally understood the exercise, without thinking about it your hands placed themselves on her waist which made Wanda jerked around and tripped over you losing her balance almost hitting her head on your nose.

In that instant, a lot of things happened.

You opened your eyes watching as Wanda staggered towards you, in your eagerness to help you lost your footing on the muddy terrain and the both of you fell to the ground. You heard the grunt of pain from Wanda and you winced at the sharp discomfort on your left wrist as you tried to hold yourself up.

Wanda’s throat went completely dry as you straddle her making a face at the mess the both of you were in. 

“Sorry, I didn’t notice my foot was so deep in the puddle.” You eyed the woman under you with concern, “did you hit your head?”

“Is this a new form of training you’re trying out, Y/N?” 

Your eyes opened wide as you realised the position the both of you were in, Natasha tinged her tone with some light amusement however as soon as you locked eyes with the other woman you knew she was anything but amused.

“I fell down.” you tried to explain lameley while standing up missing the disappointed look from Wanda, “and we fell.”

“Obviously.” Natasha rolled her eyes making her way towards you, her hand was warm against your left wrist while her brows knitted in concern. “You hurt your wrist, better tend to it before starting your training with Sam.”

“Aw, don’t worry, Nat.” You offered a half grin at the woman who can help but smile back. “I won’t do anything stupid like that.”

Natasha hummed, shaking her head, you turned around offering your right hand to Wanda to help her up. The brunette took it biting her lower lip, much like the day before when you helped her out Wanda ended up a breath away from you. Her cheeks burned lightly as her eyes met yours, the concern was still present in your eyes just as her left hand lifted to move away a strand of hair.

“You okay, Little Witch?” You took a step back, tilting your head and glancing over at the young woman.

“Yeah, just sore.” She replied, lifting her green eyes to meet the burning glare coming from Natasha.

“Then I guess, our training time is over.” You stepped aside glancing at Natasha then at Wanda, “You can go ahead and clean up a little. We will follow.”

Wanda hesitated but nodded, turning around and leaving you and Natasha behind, the spy shot you a curious stare that you didn’t return until you made sure Wanda was out of earshot.

“How are you?” You approached Natasha placing a hand on her arm, the woman lowered her gaze trying to conceal her emotions behind a hardened facade.

“I’m good, why?” She asked in turn, you just shrugged looking away.

“This last week has been erratic.” You shrugged, bumping against her with a teasing smile, “I miss my training partner, and our late conversations.”

“That’s all that you missed?” Natasha couldn’t help but ask, you opened your eyes in surprise before your lips broke into a smile.

“I miss my friend, Tasha.” You replied choosing your words carefully, Natasha had her eyes on you and the intensity of her stare made you think there was something else to these conversations. 

“And I missed being with you, but the other day you left it clear that this conversation was something you didn’t want.” Natasha leaned in until her lips were on yours, you frowned and after a while you answered kissing the woman back holding back until you stopped the rush behind Natasha’s actions.

As soon as your hand placed itself in her waist, and your kiss turned tender she broke the contact stepping back.

“And you still are not ready for that conversation.” You let out a heavy sighed wincing as your left wrist started hurting.

“We better go, Wanda is waiting.” Natasha all but spat out turning around without looking back at you.

For a brief moment you rolled your eyes glancing at the sky, a single thought dancing in your head.

Why did it have to be su fucking complicated?

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The second day of training with Natasha ended up being worse than the first. 

Wanda was already sore from the day before, but the older woman was not about to get soft with Wanda. What had started like a good morning was soon turning out to be a rough one, and Wanda couldn’t help but think this was the result of Natasha finding her and Y/N in a compromising position.

It hadn't been anyone's fault, and Wanda didn't even plan it. If she was going to be honest, she was still shaking at the memory of  Y/N’s body right above hers after the both of you fell down; Y/N it had been comforting in a way, even after Wanda hit her head and was sore all over. The young woman couldn’t help but smile at the memory, and that moment of distraction cost her dearly.

"You're distracted again, Maximoff." The coldness in Natasha's voice was unmistakable, the older woman approached Wanda scolding the witch. “Again, from the beginning and this time around try to not distract yourself.”

Wanda sat down, she was seething clenching her fists while taking deep breaths. It was humiliating for her not being able to best Natasha in a fight. The young woman knew if she were to use her powers this wouldn't even be a contest, Wanda had demonstrated this back in the shipyard where she got access to the deepest pain and secrets behind Black Widow's mind. If she could use them, this fight would have been over a long time ago.

An unpleasant twist settled in Wanda’s heart. Guilt. She stood up looking away from Natasha. Wanda knew, even in the deepest part of her anger and annoyance towards Natasha, she couldn’t do it. She was not a monster. She wasn’t evil. 

"Anger won't help you win, Wanda." Natasha stepped aside glaring at the woman that was now glaring openly at her, "stop being childish and come at me like Steve taught you."

"I'm not being childish." Wanda replied standing up, "but you, Agent Romanoff, seemed to hold a grudge against me. And I have to wonder why." 

Both women stood face to face in the middle of the room, the music filling up the silence and drowning the sounds of another training session happening close by. Natasha didn’t break eye contact as she made her way towards Wanda, the brunette stiffened getting ready for whatever might happen. 

"I don't like people snooping around memories that should be private," Natasha finally said, letting out the reproach she had been holding ever since the both of them crossed paths. "Your powers can be dangerous, but for someone like me, they could be deathly."

Wanda shifted uncomfortably, she broke the stare with the other woman knowing full well which memories she was referring to. Whatever Wanda had seen, she couldn't help but feel sorry for what Natasha had lived. It didn't justify her current behaviour, but Wanda could understand the initial animosity. 

"Your anger, however, must be for a different reason, am I right?" Natasha said all of a sudden, her lips curling in a knowing smirk giving Wanda  a quick glance before her eyes drifted the improvised ring at the other end of the room. 

Y/N was breathing hard, nose crunched up fighting Sam with a set of punches and kicks. Y/N was favouring her right hand, and while the fighting looked intense it was quite obvious that Y/N and Sam were enjoying their easy banter in the midst of the fight.

Wanda gasped, her eyes darkening slightly, Natasha closed to her. 

"Are you jealous, Little Witch? Knowing I have seen her sweaty, and undone under different circumstances?" 

Wanda clenched her jaw pushing Natasha away from her, her fighting stance changing just as Natasha’s smirk grew. This ought to be fun.

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Sam punched you straight on your jaw making you staggered backwards until you fell on your ass. 

"Shit! Y/N, are you okay? The hell happened to you?" Sam knelt down, giving you a critical stare. "I hope that doesn't leave a bruise or Romanoff is going to eat me alive."

You swapt the man's hand rolling your eyes, Sam offered a half smirk when he was satisfied with the lack of bruises on your face. The both of you stood up to see the women at the other side of the training room going at it with an intensity you had never seen before. 

"What the hell is this?" Sam exclaimed, turning to you who merely shrugged frowning. 

"Shall we…" You started but Sam opened his eyes wide, lifting his arms while shaking his head. 

"Hell no! You never get in the way of a Black Widow, and certainly not in this kind of fight." 

Sam noticed your reaction, he narrowed his eyes slightly before turning his attention back to the fight going on at the other end of the room. The Falcon had heard of the relationship between Y/N and Natasha, everyone knew they were going at it in private. And that was alright, everyone deserves someone to have fun once in a while; but Romanoff had been quite protective of Y/N whenever conversations turned to Y/N and her future inside the Avengers and SHIELD. 

It had been strange, but little by little the team had come to the same conclusion. 

Now, Sam was not that knowledgeable in relationships, and certanly not in how Romanoff worked or what the hell was the deal with you, but he suspected Romanoff thought of you more than a simple fuck buddy. 

Which would be all nice and hot, if it wasn't for the newest addition to the team. 

The rumour was Wanda Maximoff had taken a liking at you. And according to Stark and Pepper, it seemed as if it was more than a friendly interested. 

"Fuck!" Before Sam could do or say anything you went right ahead to intervene. 

The man watched everything in slow motion hoping Friday was recording everything, Steve would never believe what was happening at the moment. 

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“It looks to me, Agent Romanoff, that you are jealous.” Wanda finally spat out after having received a hit on her temple.

Natasha wore a split lip, her eyes burning with raw emotions she was not used to experiencing. Both women were breathing hard, sweat rolling down their faces while glaring at one another; before either of them could continue with the fight you got there separating them with a gush of wind coming from your hands.

You stood right in the middle glaring at the both of them, your eyes went from the split lip Natasha wore to the cut on Wanda's eyebrow. 

"What the hell is going on in here?" You turned enraged eyes to Natasha who held your stare in defiance, then you glared at Wanda who decided to look away. 

"We were training." Natasha replied while straightening herself up. "Nothing that you haven't done with me before."

You scowled at the spy shaking your head "I think that's enough for today, then."

Natasha clenched her jaw, her lips curling in a tersed smile. 

"As you wish, dear."  

The Black Widow turned around storming out of the training room. You hesitated for a moment, facing Wanda you placed your hands on her shoulders, your eyes softening slightly. 

"Are you okay?" The question was soft, and Wanda swallowed down her emotions and her words as she nodded. 

"Good. I… I'll be right back." 

You left to follow Natasha ignoring the broken state of the young witch that followed you until you disappeared behind the door of the training room. 

Sam whistled shaking his head, now this was better than any soup opera or teen drama he had seen so far on TV.

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"Hey! Nat!" You caught up to the other woman grabbing her by her wrist, Natasha stopped abruptly jerking her hand away while turning to face you with a deathly glare. 

"What?" 

You took a step back frowning at her reaction, for a brief moment the both of you breathed hard in the empty hall. Her eyes were burning with anger and something else, something you couldn't recognize. 

"What happened back there?" You finally asked tilting your head, you hesitated before lifting your hand to her lip. 

Natasha closed her eyes trembling under the tenderness of your touch, when she opened them your eyes were on her waiting for an answer. 

"We were training."

"You were kicking each other's ass." You corrected your lips. 

"She was trying." Natasha retorted through her teeth, you pressed your lips before you could say something. 

"Right, that didn't look very friendly." You continued your fingertips wiping away some blood cupping her cheek tenderly, concern evident in your eyes. 

"It was nothing. I need to take a bath, and I need to be alone." Natasha finally confessed stepping away from your touch. 

You nodded in understanding, you locked your eyes to hers your hand twitching at your side.

“Nat, I…I’ll be here when you’re ready to talk.” It was obvious you were not about to let go of this conversation, and Natasha knew she couldn’t keep pretending this was getting out of control.

“I know.” Natasha stepped back then, as an afterthought, she came forth leaning in brushing her lips against yours in a tender gesture she had never shown you before. 

At least not when this weird relationship between you two was concerned.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Natasha whispered, turning around and disappearing behind the door of her room. 

You were making your way back to the training room but as soon as you took a few steps you came face to face with Wanda. The young woman was not better than Natasha, she looked tired and heavily beaten with a single line of blood coming from her eyebrow. 

Wanda tensed when her eyes found yours, and you softened slightly approaching her slowly. 

"Are you going to tell me what happened?" You asked knowing you wouldn't get lucky with Wanda either. 

She stood with tension evident in her posture. Her arms crossed glaring at a spot behind you. 

"Nothing, we were training." 

"So you're not going to talk either?" You couldn’t help the annoyance in your tone, you stepped closer to the young woman who stepped back looking away.

You paused considering your options, then as an afterthought you stepped closer until you had the young woman against the wall. Wanda closed her eyes when your fingertips touched the wound on her eyebrow softly. You purse your lips observing the cut there, the tension evident on Wanda’s face as if she was waiting for something. 

“You two have some serious issues I would love to know about.” You finally spoke, letting out a sigh. “Do you need something?”

Wanda gulped, shaking her head while moving away from your reach, “no, I think I’ll have a bath and then…”

“Are we going out later on?” You blurted out expectantly.

Wanda shrugged making her way to her room, “I’m not sure…I’m not…in the mood to go out today.”

“Okay.” Stepping back, you tried to hide your disappointment, Wanda opened her mouth to say something but then turned around and went into her room.

You were left alone in the middle of the hall, a pulsating pain going from your temple down your neck. These two women were driving you crazy, and you really need a nice cold beer. And afterwards, you needed to make some hard decisions.

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You were waiting with your back resting against the wall.

The midday sun was replaced by a group of heavy clouds gliding right above your head, you didn’t want to look at your clock but you were pretty sure in a couple of minutes you would know if Wanda read your note and accepted the invitation. The fluttering of your heart intensified, and all of a sudden there was a heavy weight settling on your abdomen. You really hated waiting when all you had before you was uncertainty.

You knew she told you she didn’t want to come, and while it would hurt if she didn’t come you were also hoping whatever the hell happened during the training session wasn’t about to tamper on your time with her.

By the gods, you hoped everything was easier. That you had a set of instructions that told you what you should do and what was happening around you.

You let out a sigh, fixing your shirt and jacket while waiting for the young witch. Today was supposed to be a day off for the both of you, the first time you would be on your own without any of the Avengers or any agent of SHIELD following your every step. And you just wanted you and her to enjoy that, you knew she hadn’t left the compound since she got there and while she might not look like it Wanda, just like you, needed to get away for a little while.

The alarm from your watch broke into your thoughts, your heart dropped when you realised you were still alone. You were about to leave when the sound of footsteps stopped you dead on your tracks.

The world slowed down the moment you saw Wanda coming towards you. She had let her hair down, waves of dark hair falling down her back contrasting with the red leather jacket and the dark make-up on her face and a bright red on her lips contrasting beautifully with her shade of skin. She came in wearing a black dress with knee-high socks and black chunky boots, it was as if she had chosen her wardrobe with utter care to look beautiful but also daring. 

She approached you with a shy smile, her hands wriggling around playing with the rings she usually wore. You pushed from the wall walking towards her with your eyes unable to stay still, you checked her up locking your eyes with hers noticing the soft blush on her cheeks.

“Wow, you look nice.” You finally found your voice tilting your head, “now I’m jealous, Maximoff, did you accept because you were betting on getting lucky today?”

Your comment was supposed to be a joke, it wasn’t meant to flirt but the innuendo in your voice was hardly missed by the other woman who turned her head to the side hiding away. 

“I thought you said this was a friendly date.” Wanda finally said facing you with more bravery than she actually felt. 

“I won’t leave you to go after anyone else, that wouldn’t be too friendly on my part, would it be?” You replied, enjoying the coy smile on the other woman’s face.

“I was counting on you being by my side all afternoon, actually.” Then as an afterthought, “perhaps getting lucky and coming home with you.”

Wanda smiled satisfied watching the blush adorning your cheeks, after a moment of silence you chuckled in disbelief.

“I walk into that one.” You fixed your jacket, your lips curled in a mischievous smirk catching Wanda checking you out.

Wanda narrowed her eyes at you as you put your hand on your pocket, slowly you pulled out a set of black keys the other woman was eyeing warily.

“So, since we’re going to the city, I thought we could go in style.”

“What did you do?” Wanda asked.

You started walking backwards with a teasing smile on your lips, Wanda couldn’t help but follow you until you stopped right beside the black Audi Stark had left early in the parking lot.

“I just borrowed these keys, nothing bad.”

“You stole them.” Wanda replied, crossing her arms. “From Tony.”

“Stole, borrow…semantics.” You shrugged, winking at the witch who was trying to hold back her smile. “Come on, Little Witch, we deserve this.”

Wanda hesitated for a second, but whatever resolution she had soon went flying out of the window the moment you grabbed her hand and opened the passenger door for her. Your hand was warm under hers, your eyes gleaming with a strange light that cut her breath away and without any more words she went into the car with you going in right after her.

“Where are we going?” She finally asked, turning her head towards you.

“You’ll see.” You started the car shooting Wanda a quick glance, “as I told you, we deserve this day so we’re going to enjoy it to the max.”

Wanda leaned against the window, her lips curling slightly as you started the radio and took down the road leading to the city.

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Wanda put a hand on her mouth, it was quite evident she was hiding her laughter though her shoulders were shaking and her eyes gleaming with amusement. You rolled your eyes though you could hardly hide your smile either. 

The day had been quite a success so far and you two had enjoyed greatly what the city had to offer in food and entertainment. Wanda had been just as excited as you were when you saw the fair going on in one of the parks around midtown, the games and the different attractions were out of every movie you and her had enjoyed at some point. 

Everything was just perfect until two men decided you two needed their company.  The situation would have gone smoothly with you two merely stepping away, but Wanda noticed your reaction. The subtle changes in your posture, how close you were to her, the flash of annoyance in your eyes when one of the guys decided to put his hand on Wanda’s shoulder trying to get closer than was probably necessary.  

The witch didn't want to get her hopes up, but perhaps you were really jealous or at least annoyed at getting your time together interrupted. Wanda had struggled to not get inside your head just to satiate her curiosity, but it wasn't as if she needed it. As soon as Wanda allowed the flirting from the guys and invited them over to play a few games with them Wanda was quite sure you were seeing red. 

Hence the situation you two found yourselves in at the moment, the shooting game was full of moving targets and the prices were quite simple though fun. The guy that had been trying to impress Wanda decided he would get her the black ring with silver by shooting the most difficult targets. The game operator had laughed, warning him that it was almost impossible to win.

“Oh, but I really like the ring.” Wanda all but pouted, placing a hand on the guy.

You wished the burning in your mind would stop, and that you could control the boiling anger growing inside you. Your eyes crossed with those of Wanda, while the man puffed out his chest paying up; with a snort you put a ten dollar bill and placed it in the game operator’s hand.

The guy flirting with Wanda scoffed, “are you sure you even know how to shoot?”

“No, I don’t, but you never know, today may be my lucky day.” You answer giving a dumb smile to the man. 

Ten minutes later and the two college guys and the game operator were glancing at you dumbfounded, you smiled innocently at them grabbing the rifle by the cannon as if you really didn’t have any idea of how all the targets were hit without too much of an effort.

“How…How did you do that?” One of them asked frowning at you, you blinked away innocently.

“I’m not sure.” You replied, shaking your head, “are you sure this game isn’t rigged?”

“No! You can’t cheat on something like this!” The other guy exclaimed, still glancing at the rifle and you.

The game operator gave you the prize before taking the weapon from you and indicating other games. You grabbed Wanda by her hand shooting a cute smile to the two guys waving slowly.

“Wow, this was fun but we gotta go…” before either of them could do or say something you dragged a laughing Wanda down one alley then towards the parking lot.

You seemed quite enchanted by the laughter coming from the young woman, it was the very first time you saw her so carefree. There was no tension around her eyes, or the dim light in her stare, if anything she seemed content. 

“What is it?” Wanda took a breath, the smile still present on her lips.

“Nothing just…” You swallowed down the words that wanted to leave your mouth. “I think it’s time to actually go to the tea house.”

“That sounds perfect, I think I need something warm.” Wanda replied, rubbing her hands. “You really left those guys confused and the old man angry after winning all those toys.”

“Oh come on! They are lucky I didn’t break their noses.” You started the car again.

Wanda leaned to her left, getting closer to you, “and why would you do that?”

You let the music washed over the silence in the car, you could feel Wanda’s stare on you waiting for you to confesse the reason why you tortured and teased those guys until you left them there to pay for the ten extra targets you hit while you ran away with the girl and the winnings. Wanda shifted on the chair waiting for you to say something, to pull her out of her misery. 

“He wasn’t really interested in your personality, and certainly was giving you a look that set the alarms in my head on overdrive.” You finally said trying to sound nonchalant and quite interested in Wanda’s well-being.

The young witch said nothing, though the smile she wore the whole ride was enough for you to know she knew the real reason behind your actions.

By the time you made your way to the tea house the place was packed and it was impossible to move past the entrance. You could see Wanda was disappointed, the day was getting to an end and the fact you wouldn’t be drinking tea until night arrived meant you would be back at the compound earlier than expected. 

“Stay here.” 

You left the car before Wanda could react or say something, the young woman waited for more than ten minutes. She was getting restless ready to leave the car and go looking for you until she saw you balancing a tray with two big cups and a single paper bag.

“Y/N, what is that?” Wanda helped you out by receiving the paper bag and tray, the smell of warm jasmine tea reaching her nostrils. 

“Tea, of course.” You replied sitting down on the chair, “but don’t drink it yet, we’re going to enjoy this delicacy at the best spot of the whole city.”

Wanda raised an eyebrow at you, but she followed your orders and placed the tray on her legs watching as you started the car again and took it down the road leading to the exit of the city. In less than twenty minutes you had reached the limit of the city, turning to the left driving down a wooded road. Wanda entertained herself with the sight, her heart was beating so hard against her chest she was afraid you would hear it at any moment, her mind going over and over to all the things the both of you had enjoyed while together.

The lunch and the walk down the streets of the city, the conversation about small things, her memories of her own life back in Sokovia or your life back in your world. The shopping you did in the stores, all the things they had done had led to this last moment in between the end of the day and the beginning of the night, you had parked the car right at the side of the road leading to a hill where the city was visible in its full splendour. 

“You know the tea is cold, right?” Wanda couldn’t help the amusement in her tone when you were to grab your cup. 

You made a face grabbing yours and her drink in your hands, “that’s not right, tea must be drunk warm.”

Wanda observed as you grabbed the cups and with a flash of white you handed the cup back to Wanda, the young woman gasped in surprise shooting you a quick glance before trying to take a sip from her beverage.

“How did you do it?” 

You shrugged, winking at her before sitting down at the edge of the hill, “magic, Ms. Maximoff, comes in all forms.”

“You know at some point you will need to tell me how you do it, right?”

“Ah, but until then I will have fun driving you crazy.” You replied, bumping lightly against her. 

Wanda rolled her eyes, focusing her attention to the city before her, it was the first time she allowed herself to forget or at least to not drown in the memories of Pietro, her parents, Sokovia. The wounds were still there, but she was giving into the healing process or at least that was what she liked to think was happening. 

Your eyes wandered around the lights and forms of the city, you took a deep breath lifting your eyes to the sky.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Wanda spoke softly, following your eyes to the sky. “This is one of the best days of my life.”

You turned to Wanda but her eyes were glued to the sky.

“I’m glad you enjoy it, Wanda.” You took a long sip from your tea before speaking again, “I think you deserve to heal, you know? And to move on, without having the weight of the world on your shoulders.”

“Like you?” Wanda inquired tilting her head to glance at you, you smiled nodding.

“Like me.”

Silence fell between the both of you, you finished your drink putting the paper bag and offering its contents to Wanda first. The young woman grabbed the muffin there, softening at the gesture.

“I don’t know how it happened, you know?” You started speaking all of a sudden, your voice filled with memory. “I just woke up here one day and…I couldn’t leave. And I tried to go back, over and over but…”

Wanda felt a twisting knife in her heart hearing you speak, the thought of you leaving forever to go back to your world made her miserable. Not only because she didn’t want you gone, but because she was being selfish wishing you could stay. 

“Now I’m not so sure I want to go back.” The confession left your mouth surprising you as much as it surprised Wanda. 

“Perhaps, you were meant to come here.” Wanda offered tentatively, “I’m sorry, I know you must miss your family and…”

“My girlfriend?” You cocked your head chuckling, Wanda’s face fell nodding.

You let out a heavy sigh, “I did at the beginning, but now…I mean, we never formalised what we had. We thought we had time. We obviously didn’t, and I couldn’t ask her to wait for me, just as I couldn’t wait for her. I’ve been here for more than a year, Wanda, I don’t think I will go back to my world anytime soon.”

“But if you were to go back…or meet her here…” Wanda let the question in the air, then she shook her head offering an apologetic stare at you. “Sorry, I shouldn’t ask this.”

You purse your lips shrugging, “nothing is the same, I wouldn’t search for her in here and even if I go back, it’s been too long, Wanda. Whatever I felt for her is different now.”

Wanda lowered her gaze furrowing her brows, her legs swinging slowly as she pondered your words. She almost jumped out of her skin when your hand grabbed hers, you offered a strange stare smiling at her.

“I made peace with this a long time ago, Wanda. But from time to time, I do think about it.” You didn’t let go of her hand, though you returned your attention back to the sky. “And I wouldn’t change anything in my life now that I got to be here and…get to meet so many people. People that are pretty important to me right now.”

You confused without saying anything further, Wanda bit her lower lip with fluttering butterflies in her chest and stomach. The moment extended far too long, and tension was quite palpable around them, a tension Wanda was afraid to break the way she wanted.

“What’s your most embarrassing memory?” Wanda blurted out all of a sudden, your eyes went wide at the question and the young woman smirked, raising an eyebrow at you.

“What?!”

“Yes! Tell me, what’s your most embarrassing memory?” She repeated the question, her heart almost leaving her chest, her hand trembling under yours.

“I’m not going to tell you.” You replied, chuckling while shaking your head. “You’re mad if you think I’m going to give you any kind of arsenal against me.”

“Oh, come on!” Wanda offered a bashful smile, “I can tell you mine”

You weighed your options for a long time before jerking your head in agreement, “very well, Maximoff, you’re on.”

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Night had already fallen by the time you two got to the Avenger’s compound. 

Your laughter filled the empty halls, trying to hold back your amusement until a spark of red hit you in the face.

“Hey!”

“I told you to stop laughing.” Wanda tried to sound stern but the grin on her face was not so convincing, you chuckled shrugging.

“It was funny. I really think you have a future as a make-up artist.” You replied following Wanda until the both of you reached the door of her room, Friday had lowered the intensity of the lights in the hall and you realised Wanda was looking stunning with her grin fixed on her face.

“Of course you think it’s funny, I'm starting to think you like the stories in which I am making a fool of myself.” Wanda rolled her eyes pressing her back against the door of her room, swallowing down when she noticed your closeness. If she were to lean in, to put her hands on your waist…

“I love them, yes.” You admitted shrugging, you stepped back a little, missing the flash of disappointment in the witch’s face. Your hand goes inside your pocket, eyes opening wide as you put the ring you had won for Wanda. “Look what I have in here.”

Wanda opened her eyes pleasantly surprised, you put your hand away, your eyes gleaming mischievously when Wanda pouted at you.

“You said you won it for me.” She tried to convince you, but you just shook your head.

“Nu-uh, I said I will win it, never said I will give it to you.” You laughed cocking your head. “Tell you what, what can you give me in exchange for such an exquisite prize?”

The world froze around you, Wanda was not even thinking when her hands placed themselves around your waist and she leaned in. Her lips warm and soft, brushing the corner of your mouth, a featherlike kiss that lasted more than was probably necessary. You could not move or even react, but you could hear the beating of your heart just as you heard the gasp from Wanda.

“So, do I get the ring?” Wanda all but whispered, locking her eyes with yours.

You swallowed down blinking a couple of times, then trying to shake away your dizziness you grabbed Wanda’s hand putting the ring on her forefinger.

“You can have it, Wanda.” You smiled at her, placing a kiss on her hand. “Good night.”

Wanda watched the ring for a long time, her grin covering her face as she entered her room, her heart still beating fast after the kiss.

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“Jesus!” You jumped startled at the sight of Natasha resting on your bed in the middle of the darkened room, the woman sat down raising a single eyebrow at you. “Natasha, you scare me! What are you doing here?”

“Waiting for you.” She said softly. “How did it go with Wanda? Did you have fun?”

You frowned at the questions, you stepped inside your room taking off your jacket tossing it to the closest chair. Natasha scowled at you, but you ignored her while sitting beside her.

“It was nice, I had a nice time.” You placed a hand on Natasha’s thigh, the young woman tensed but otherwise didn’t move. “How is your lip?”

Natasha let out a smile looking back at you to show her split lip. You let your thumb caress the skin around it, pressing your lips together. 

“Well, it’s healing.” Your comment made her snort, easing the tension in her body. 

Natasha took a deep breath ready to have the dreading conversation when her eyes fell on something in your face. The spy hated how her heart just broke, how whatever she had come to say shattered around her at the simplest of details you seemed to be unaware of.

As always, sometimes you were smart, and sharp and witty and some others…innocent, clueless. God how she hated the fact those were the qualities she loved the most about you.

With a bitter smile Natasha moved away from you.

“I see you really did have a nice time.” Natasha stood up as fast as her training allowed it, she made her way towards the gate glaring at you before leaving.

Natasha left without any more explanations and you just fell on your bed with a growing headache and more confusion than anything else.

“Have a good night, Y/N.” You were left there without a single explanation and by the way she left you knew it wouldn’t be wise to follow just yet.

“Damn, Tasha….” You stood up making your way to the bathroom to get ready for bed. 

Once the light turns on your eyes fall on a single red mark placed right beside your mouth. Red lipstick. The same shade Wanda used, you clenched your eyes shut with a growing headache attacking your senses. 

“Jesus Fucking Christ.” You mumbled knowing you were in deep trouble.

What would you do now with Natasha and Wanda?

Because, you really couldn't ignore what was happening any longer. And it was quite evident, you would need to make a decision sometime soon before this exploded and someone got even more hurt.

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This is it for today, and I surely hope you like it.

Now for those of you who asked @dandelions4us @anxiousgoldengirl @dark-hunter16

#Wanda/Reader #ReaderxWanda #F!Reader/Wanda Maximoff #Avengers #Natasha/Reader mentions #Y/N/Wanda #Reader #Wanda Maximoff #Natasha Romanoff #Wanda x Reader #Wanda Maximoff x Reader #MCU #avengers aou #Suggestive themes #mentions of sex #some light smut

[eefaevie]

parce qu'on s'est crié des mots qui ont sali tous nos plus beaux dessins, on a hurlé des chaudières d'encre noire sur le bonheur

j'expose ma tête, mes yeux, mon cœur et mes mains

si tu reviens

something quiet, gentle, and romantic for today. I’ve been assured it’s suggestive enough for @goodomensafterdark ‘s smut war, so enjoy this soft interlude with suggestive tummy ❤️

#good omens #good omens after dark #goad #goad smut war #aziraphale #crowley #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #quiet gentle and romantic #kinda smut light #an amuse bouche if you will #I think normal people call that foreplay #also sorry about french lyrics but french songs have some of the most dramatic pining

[lorelune]

dawn instinct

|| satoru gojo x reader || E (18+) || foreplay, smut, & hurt/comfort || wc: 6.1k  || ao3 ||

Even sorcerers make time for 'simple' trysts— Satoru Gojo is no exception.

minors, antis, and ageless blogs dni

a/n: oooh man it's the gojo smut 👀 i set out to write some pwp and it became this piece!!! oh to explore intimacy with such a guy!! thank you to the lovely cielo for beta reading 💕 enjoy!!! 💌

CW: soft smut, hurt/comfort, panic/anxiety attacks, intimacy issues/discussion around intimacy, a wittle angst if you squint, cheeky satoru

“Can I take this off?”

You tug at the elastic of his eye mask. It’s silken under your fingers and feels a little too tight under his ears.

Satoru sucks in a breath and chews his lip. You watch his expression shift, the skin of his cheeks drawing up to crinkle his hidden eyes. You draw shapes over his temple, trying to calm down his rabbit’s heart.

You know this is a lot for Satoru. You can feel it. Your fingertips are pressed to his skin, top. him. Satoru Gojo, strongest, is letting you touch him. The divine layer around him is gone and replaced by this. Warmth. From void to heat. 

There’s a subtle shift of his thighs under yours as he muses over your question.

“You don’t have to, “ You assure him, setting your arms over his shoulder. “This all must be… a lot.”

If he’s more comfortable covered, you’re content with that. The expectation to bear oneself in such a way is new for Satoru. Self-imposed expectations, you’re almost sure will crush him as they have before.

You truly want nothing but him, in whatever way he allows you close. If he lets you close.

It’s only the second time you’d been perched in his lap like this, the second time his infinity has been lowered for the sake of intimacy. You wonder, quietly, how long it’s been since he’s shared the heat of human touch. You consider yourself lucky to have the opportunity to know the feel and firmness of his skin. You get to be close to him. It’s such a novel thing, really, but it feels a bit sacred with him.

(The dance prior had been a rite. A ritual to open a space between the two of you, one that could be inhabited by both of you. It was a careful back and forth, smoldering embers and climbing flames that stretched with crooning words and easily seen through lies.)

(You are a good dancer, and you reap a god for it.)

“Nah, it’s fine,” Satoru’s pinched expression falls away. He’s still strained, feigning, as he pulls the silk away from his eyes and over the top of his head. Gossamer hair falls flat, laying gently over his forehead and just barely covering his undercut. You don’t meet his gaze yet. You instead inspect the curve of his jaw to his ear, tracing a fingertip over the bone.

He’s beautiful, you think.

Before you’d met Gojo, you’d heard him described as such. An earthen god with beauty to match it. Atrocious personality, but nice to look at. The rumors weren’t… wrong. Satoru found a way to be both cloying and avoidant while remaining one of the most breathtaking people you’d ever seen. The high praise he receives isn’t in jest.

You adore him, you think. You can’t ever let him know— not to your feeling’s true extent. He’d never let you live it down.

His palm, large and warm, cups your chin and turns you toward him. He knocks his forehead against yours. It’s a bit clammy.

(A spark of pride warms your belly. His infinity has only been off for a few minutes. The room is temperate. The sheen on his forehead is from him reacting to you. Getting a rise, even if only bodily, from Gojo Satoru is exhilarating.)

But Gojo knows exhilarating, doesn’t he? He knows combat and strife, but it’s tenderness that's foreign to him.

If you were in his place, you may have broken a sweat too.

You keep your eyes lowered. You can feel him, looking into and through you. You’re still fully clothed, not bare in the slightest, but Satoru still strips you in a way beyond cloth. The only skin-to-skin contact you have is through your light touches around his neck and the point where your foreheads meet. 

It still feels like a lot.

“You can touch me more, ‘ya know,” Satoru prods you, grabbing your wrist and placing your hand on the back of his neck. “I like when you do. Have you done this before?”

You stifle a snort, “You’re toying with me now? Getting impatient?” 

Satoru hums, and shrugs, “With you? I always am.”

Oh, god, what an admission. To be wanted in such a way by anyone, let alone Gojo. It makes your gut twist with something equally sweet and sour. There’s something to it— you’re not used to it. You’re not used to it. You’re not used to accepting someone’s desire for you. To be perched in someone’s lap, someone you equally desire? Feels like a new experience, even if you had been in this position at some other point.

“Needy,” You grin, and finally look at him.

Satoru, you realize, hasn’t taken his eyes off you. You’re not sure what he’s seeing (the way your cursed energy is melting in pools, the rapid beat of your heart, the tremor in your hands—), but you assume it’s all. You’re at his mercy, in that way. There’s nothing you can hide from him and it's daunting. You’re at such a disadvantage in knowing, but it’s familiar. 

Satoru’s pretty. Especially pretty in his face. Everyone talks about Gojo Satoru’s fabled crystalline eyes, but they really don’t do it justice. You don’t want to stare too much, but it’s the first up-close look you’ve gotten at him, and you’re enraptured. For most of your trysts, Gojo kept his blindfold on for ease. You were never afforded the chance to ogle. His eyes cut, blue topaz, set in a human skull. You swear they refract light from the inside. 

“Go on, stare some more,” Satoru grins, sitting back against the cushions. “I’ve got all day.”

You raise an eyebrow, sitting back on your haunches in his lap, balancing with a hand on his chest, “I’m happy to. You’re beautiful.”

Satoru whistles, “Buttering me up? You’re sweet.” 

“Oh, fuck off,” You say with no edge. You flash him a smile. “You knew that already. You couldn’t keep your size ego without knowing you’re stunning.”

Satoru doesn’t reply for a moment. He licks his lips, chews on the bottom one for a moment. You almost open your mouth to redact a word or two. You are being presumptuous, and perhaps a bit mean. Who knows, maybe Satoru actually has no idea—

“It’s different, since it’s you,” Satoru says, settling his big hand on one of your hips. 

There’s a wealth of unspoken secrets in such a phrase. Satoru’s built too guarded to show you them, and you half-doubt he ever will. You’ll have to settle for your own conjecture. You’ll have to settle for the way such admission makes your heart pound. You’ll have to settle for how his words are followed by a soft squeeze of your ribs in his warm palm. 

To be special to someone, someone who seems so above such connections— it makes your insides melt down your spine.

You kiss him, to let him know you heard him. You lean forward suddenly, half-tipping over into his lap. It brings you chest to chest, where Satoru easily wraps an arm around your waist, tucking you close, holding you there without give. 

And you kiss him like you’ve wanted to for god knows how long. 

It’s not like the chaste touches you’ve had in the past. It’s nothing like the hungry looks you’ve caught Gojo flashing you from across campus. It’s neither entirely carnal, nor pure. It makes your insides, from your brain to your toes, turn to mush.

You press into him, winding a hand into his hair.

Satoru holds you steadfast. The grip he has around your waist is unwavering and keeps you chest to chest. You can feel his expand against your own, even the pounding of his heart in an earthly rhythm.

(As much as you claim to know Satoru, it still shocks you, occasionally, how human he is. His heart beats, thumps and thuds when touched like something fragile and precious. It’s endearing, in a way.)

You cup a hand over his chin and stroke your thumb against the sharp line of his jaw. You curl your nails behind his ear, and nearly die when you feel Satoru shudder beneath you. The half-moan he hums into your mouth has your thighs clenching around his own.

Satoru is nothing if not competitive, even knowing he will always win. A loss is a feint with him, and you forget this in the moment.

He breaks the kiss, only to trail his lips down your neck, deftly unbuttoning your top and sliding it down your shoulders. It settles against your biceps as Satoru lays kiss after kiss against your skin.

“You’re so,” He says, suddenly. “So—”

He cuts himself off and smothers his face into your neck. It takes you a moment to realize he’s pouting. His grip on you gets tighter, and there’s not a smidge of space between you two.

It’s overwhelming, maybe.

You’re not used to this. Your mutual lifestyle rarely left time for things like this, and when they were shared, it was quick and quiet. There simply isn’t enough time of respite for a sorcerer to be so indulgent. There are lives, people— souls left out in the cold if you’re too selfish about this. 

For that reason, you wonder if Satoru has much experience at all.

You know his history, his place, his status (even in this position, the miasmatic knowledge of such things will not leave you.) You can’t decipher whether such things would make him more or less likely to experience physical intimacy. You’ve heard rumors, sure, but you don’t think Satoru has the room in his schedule to be as much of a slut as whispers would have you believe. 

Regardless, you feel special, getting to be so close to him. You covet him too much, probably. It’s been drilled into your head since birth, so you can’t fault yourself too much. 

“You’re thinking so hard,” Satoru kisses your neck again. “Your cursed energy’s going crazy. What’s on your mind?”

You pause. 

“... You.” You answer honestly.

“Oh, wow, me? I’m flattered.” He noses up to your jaw and nips, before grabbing your face in one large hand and dragging you together again. “But, I’d prefer if you were here with me, right now. Think you can manage? I’ll make it easy.”

“I’ll try,” You say, letting Satoru kiss over cheeks. 

Satoru hums, “You will. You’ll stay here, with me.”

...

He does make it easy, notably. 

Satoru drags you close as can be and devours you— there’s no other word for it. He kisses and kisses and kisses until you feel saliva dribble from the corners of your lips. He nips at your bottom lip and tugs more than once. It hurts in a good way. It’s the kind of pain that you want more of. 

Satoru must understand, because he bites your lip and you swear he must bust it to bleeding. You nearly thank him as sparks of pain mix with heat and pleasure like its own heady drug. 

Your grapple onto his shoulders, encouraging him to shrug off his uniform top. It’s shed easily, quickly and he’s down to a tight white shirt that leaves little to the imagination. You run your hands up and down his chest, unabashedly feeling him up. Who knew Satoru was so broad? (tits) Shoulders too. Satoru towered over nearly everyone he met, but he never struck you as anything other than a beanpole.

But now? You can feel the muscle on him. You can feel it tensing and relaxing in rhythm as he massages the meat above your hips. You can feel him and how strong he is. 

It’s exhilarating. You want to drown in him.

“You’re excited,” Satoru breaks away to tease. 

You hum, kissing the corner of his mouth, “So are you.”

That much is obvious. You’ve skillfully been ignoring how hard Satoru is against your inner thigh, even through his trousers. It’s taken a fair amount of willpower to not grind in his lap senselessly. 

Satoru’s grip slips lower, cupping your ass and dragging you down against his clothed cock. He nips at your jaw, up to your ear, and dares to whisper, “I want to feel you.”

You swallow, thick and hard, and Satoru belts out a laugh. You slap his chest for it, hoping the dark of the room distracts from the heat in your cheeks. You know Satoru must notice how your hands tremble as you grab his shoulders and grind down into his lap. You bow your head, hiding in the crook of his neck and fucking take.

It’s shameless, really. 

There are still several layers of clothing between you, yet it feels like so much. Maybe you’re touch-starved, maybe you’re enthralled with the idea of Satoru Gojo and his cock being interested in you, maybe— it just feels good and you’re chasing the feelings. 

Satoru bucks his hips up while holding yours down, letting your circle and grind on him to your heart’s content. Little whines drip from his lips, huffs of breath barely loud enough for you to hear but god, you feel weak for them. The sounds meld with your own. You scratch at his shoulders, cursing under your breath.

Satoru drags you up by your scruff to kiss you, mumbling against your lips, “‘Think you soaked through your panties.”

He confirms this by slipping a hand down your front. Satoru cups your cunt, feels you, and curses under his breath. You don’t have time to process how he’s touching you more gently than you imagined, more carefully, maybe even tenderly— before he’s winding a hand in the hair at the base of your skull and hauling you back.

You’re forced to keep your back arched. You’re bare. Your shirt pools around your waist and one of the straps of your bra slips down your shoulder. It’s obscene, you feel filthy despite being covered to some degree. You’ve probably got the front of Satoru’s trousers filthy—

Satoru pulls you from your thoughts.

He cups your jaw with his free hand and runs his fingers up and down the planes of your face. Cheeks, jaw— down the bridge of your nose before pressing his thumb to your lips. 

He’s a difficult person to make eye contact with. He’s infamous for it. It’s rare anyone actually has the opportunity to meet his gaze, but even when folks do, it’s hard to meet him on his level. Satoru doesn’t need to look at you in such a way to really see you. For him, you imagine direct eye contact must be like a dance, a challenge, and a way to make people squirm under the weight of an immeasurably powerful being. 

You force yourself to look at him and find Satoru looking back at you. He’s tracing your features, up and down, taking you in a way that looks more human than any other way you’ve seen him look. 

“... You okay?” You ask, softly, words slurred by the thumb Satoru has yet to remove from your lips.

He hums, musing, before fully pressing into your mouth, down onto your tongue. You let him, and suck and nip at his thumb. 

“I’m great,” Satoru says. “Basking, a little bit.”

He has a dopey smile on his face as he switches from his thumb to his ring and forefinger. You stay relaxed as he presses further and further back to your throat. He only stops when the tips of his fingers meet soft flesh and your gag around him. 

“You’re so good,” Satoru preens, nearly pulling his fingers from your mouth, before pressing them forward once more. “You’re precious.”

He says ‘precious’ like it's endearing and demeaning, and for some reason, it turns you on even more. You whine around his fingers and struggle for friction against his lap. Satoru clicks his tongue. 

“So needy,” He grins, letting go of your hair in favor of undoing the buckle and zipper of his trouser, rubbing himself over his boxer briefs. He continues to fuck your mouth, smile getting wider when spit dribbles from the corners of your mouth and slips down your chin.

You slowly sink closer, holding yourself up by your thighs and sheer willpower. You are needy— you desperately want to be in Satoru’s lap. You want to be sitting on his cock until the sun rises and sets again. You can see in the dim light that Satoru’s bulge is not small, rather large perhaps, even against his hand. 

You swallow. The thought of stretching around Satoru’s cock’s girth has you clenching around nothing and moaning around his fingers. You get impatient.

You fumble your grip against Satoru’s chest and reach downward. You get as far as his waistband before Satoru shoos you with a laugh, giving you a particularly hard thrust to the back of your throat. You choke.

“Let me take my time,” Satoru hums. He pulls his fingers from your mouth, letting tendrils of thick drool connect from your lips to his fingers. “I want to savor this.”

And the fucking bastard shamelessly pressing his fingers into his own mouth, sucking your saliva from them while not breaking from your gaze. 

“Y-You’re a menace,” Your voice lacks any bite as you speak.

“I’m sure I am,” Satoru looks so smitten as he palms his cock, pulling at the zipper of your uniform skirt with his free hand. You wriggle out of it and it's discarded somewhere beyond your comprehension. 

Satoru uses one deft hand to finish off the buttons of your shirt, peeling it away until you’re skin and heat in his lap. You hold onto a shred of modesty in just panties and a bra. Satoru ogles you all the same, chewing his lip as he traces your figure up and down, and up and down once more. 

Despite your last two garments, you feel naked. 

You can’t help it— you feel shy, even. You wrap your arms around your middle and avert your eyes down to his chest. You can feel that Satoru’s going to say something about it, prod you for being bashful when you’re going to be open for him in moments, more than likely. You distract him by grabbing the bottom hem of his shirt, tugging until he peels it off. 

“I can’t tell if you’re eager or dreading this,” Satoru laughs, but the end of the sound is rotten. It makes something in you shrivel and twitch. “Enlighten me?”

“I...” Your voice dies in your chest and you take a shaky breath.

You grab his hands and hold them in your own.

For someone whose hands never actually touch their opponent, Satoru’s are worn. There are calluses around his fingernails. Worn, dry skin on his palms and knuckles that you run your own scarred flesh against. His hands are warm and a bit clammy, which makes him feel a little more human.

“It’s been a while,” You murmur. “It’s scary to be so bare around someone.”

You refuse to look at him for a moment. 

Satoru hums, adjusting his grip so his palms cup your own, “It is.”

Of course, Satoru gets it. 

“I want it. You—” You hiss out a breath between your teeth as Satoru’s grip trails higher, squeezing on his way. “But, I can’t shake the feeling that being so close to someone won’t result in some tragedy.”

Satoru is silent after you speak. His eyes shine glassy and glazed, fixed somewhere else beyond the room. You don’t attempt to pull him back, not yet. He keeps massaging you, hands finding purchase on your hips. 

You suppose Satoru must be familiar with this distinct feeling as well. You both deal in tragedies. Your profession demands it, and so it is. You must purge away that which is addled in suffering, you must go hand-to-hand with grime and hate and everything rotten with the world, so that there’s, perhaps, a chance for someone, somewhere to rest easier.

The thing you are closest to is tragedy. You spar with suffering and feel it in your open palms every day. 

It makes sense you’d anticipate closeness, regardless of its intention or context, as something to be wary of. Frightening, if you really got down to it. Terrified that pleasurable touch is a farce, and that the next moment you’ll be faced with your guts on the floor, and something in you wounded beyond repair. 

“Satoru?” You say his name softly, tugging his face to your chest. His cheek rests against your sternum and his warm breath fans over your skin. “You there?”

“Yeah,” He answers immediately, nuzzling into the heat of you. “You’re better with words than you give yourself credit for, probably.”

You don’t get a chance to reply or process Satoru’s confession. He startles you when he shifts his grip under your thighs and hefts you up. He stands, adjusting you, and whisks you off to a bedroom nearby.

The room you’re brought to is dimly lit, enough that the shadows obscure any of the decor. There’s only a small lamp atop a dresser that gives off the barest bit of warm light. Hardly enough to make out any of the furnishings. You have to rely on feeling as you are set on the bed with a gentle bounce, and pushed into the sheets. They’re cool and buttery beneath you. The mattress is harder than you would expect from someone with Satoru’s tastes.

Any other thought you could have is quickly chased away by Satoru. He’s up over you within moments, settling over your hips and kissing you harder than before. 

He’s handsy, feeling and squeezing anywhere he can get a hold of. No part of you is spared from the heat of his palms and strength of his grip. He’s a bit more forceful, a bit bolder, now that you’re laid out underneath him. He’s big. Broad in the shoulders and narrow in the waist and easily keeps you down and pliant.

You meet him where you can. You wind a hand into his hair, tug him closer and try to drink him. It’s a sloppy thing, messier than you’d ever admit. And you like it. The spit pooling out of the corner of your lips and the desperate little noises you exchange warm your guts in a way that feels foreign and welcome all the same.

“Satoru,” You say his name like a smothered prayer, caught between half-breaths. He outright moans when you call to him.

“Fuck, you sound so pretty saying that,” Satoru pulls away to drop his hand to your collarbone.

You run a hand down the nape of his neck, squeezing, “Your ego is showing, be careful, Satoru.”

He makes a choked sound and chomps down on your collarbone. You squeak and slap at his shoulders. Your scolding doesn’t deter him, if anything it eggs him on. His lips trail lower, deftly removing any remaining fabric as he does.

You claw at him, trying to drag him into your skin. You want to mix together, dissolve into a puddle, and never be anything but that. It’s indulgent to think about, and you can’t help the giddy sound that bursts from your lips as Satoru brushes past a particularly sensitive spot on your navel.

“That’s a cute sound,” He peaks up from his lashes, long and silver and he looks fucking angelic. You drop your head to the pillows, steeling yourself as he works. You adjust your leg over his shoulder, tucking him between your thighs and Satoru makes a contented sound that has you thrumming from the inside out.

The heat of Satoru seeps into your skin, making you pliable beneath him. Satoru lies half off the bed and his lower half slips to the floor below. He drags you by your calves. You yelp, grabbing the sheets and regarding him with wide eyes.

Even kneeling on the bed, Satoru is tall. The figure of him sends something stirring in you, some feeling that’s both intimidating and lust, rolling into something hot on the back of your tongue. Satoru tilts his head with a smile that gleams, adjusting you as he pleases. You let him, let him, let him—

He props your hips up with a pillow, leaving you off-kilter and exposed to the cold air of the room. He works off the rest of your uniform skirt, leaving your panties and knee-highs intact. Satoru seems to settle, eyeing your clothed sex with that same smile. He traces a nonsense pattern over your hips, teasing with the tip of his finger.

Blood rushes to your skull and you feel woozy with it. With him. It’s so much. You feel exposed like this. He has hardly touched your cunt, only prodded the parts he could lavish, goading you on. You should’ve met him more, he can’t—

You shoot up, eyes wide and cheeks flushed, “I’m sorry—”

Satoru pauses, raising an eyebrow and withdrawing. 

“Sorry? For what?” He retains an air of mischief to his voice, but it feels hollow. You feel a ringing start in your ears.

You’re scared.

You’re scared.

It’s too close.

You twitch. Your impulse is to grab a weapon, wind up with cursed energy, and punch. The urge claws up your chest in the form of breaths that catch in your nose too fast. Sweat beads on your forehead and you make a tiny, dying sound.

You feel Satoru’s cursed energy crackle and it makes the hairs on the back of your neck raise. You scramble upright on the bed, away, away.

It’s instinct, really.

Your heart pounds, the feeling of violence so thick in your blood that it clouds your vision. You’re nothing but a specter, why would you bother with physical pleasures? You feel foolish and you clutch at your throat.

“Woah, woah there,” Satoru puts his hand up, still kneeling. His brow creases with concern. Gone is the desire and mischief. Caring. Satoru Gojo cares about you, about the way you’re sure he can see how your body and cursed energy are spasming. You’re scared, you’re scared—

This is it, isn’t it? Why you so rarely indulge in the carnal. It tastes bitter. Its bile, rising from your gut and you have to swallow to keep from drowning in it. It’s a fear that’s so fucking hard to place, hard to verbalize, certainly to someone outside of your profession. Even to another sorcerer, you’re not entirely sure you could force yourself to put into words the tangled, horrific feeling that you can’t seem to escape in these moments.

It pulls you. Tugs you. It’s going to tear you apart—

Satoru says your name, sharp and clear, and it brings you back to the room. You’re in Satoru’s low-light bedroom, probably. The sheets are soft. Satoru smells good. There’s a dead stick of incense on a holder on the dresser.

Satoru grabs your cheeks in his hands and drags you nose to nose. You feel the heat pouring off of him.

And you look at him.

“There you are,” Satoru says with an edge of relief you’ve never heard from him. “I lost you for a sec there. Take some breaths with me, ‘kay?”

“S-Sure, yeah,” You reach for Satoru’s wrist without thinking and hold. You ground yourself on the feeling of his pulse and bone.

Satoru counts in little murmurs, coaching you through a few moments of deep breathing. The first ones wrack through you, dragging out sounds you wish you could’ve quieted. Satoru doesn’t seem to mind. He keeps your attention, expression schooled open and inviting, and doesn’t waver until you’ve settled.

“There we go, back down to earth,” Satoru lets out a sigh. Perhaps, of relief, even.

You expect Satoru to pull back and create distance in some way. The necessity for closeness has passed and there’s no reason for him to linger—

(You forget, so easily, that you’re in the exchange of desire. You’re tender in a dance of skinship that you’ve never left, not even for a moment.)

Satoru shifts, dragging you up and pressing you against his chest. You’re both so bare— you’d forgotten. The sudden amount of skin-to-skin contact, superheated and sensitive, makes you jolt. Satoru shushes you, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you flush against him.

You don’t say anything for a while. You deflate from rigid to slack over some length of time you’re too fuzzy to measure. Satoru is mostly quiet. He only hums in what you can only assume to be approval, with each chest-heaving exhale that leaves you more relaxed against him.

It’s easier to bend now. The heat of the situation has dissipated, and the post-adrenal haze makes it easy to crash. You can feel embarrassed about it later. You’re lulled by bugs that sing night songs in the estate’s courtyard, and the gurgling of the stream that cuts through the property. 

“... You know, it happens to everyone,” Satoru says nonchalantly. He hooks his chin over the top of your head. “I don’t know a single sorcerer I’ve consistently fucked who hasn’t melted down at least once.”

“... How many sorcerers is that?” You surely must validate his data, see if he’s pulling your leg out of pity.

He laughs, “Is that a roundabout way of asking for my body count? You dog.”

You snort and shake your head, “No, I’m asking seriously.”

“More than a handful, less than a dozen,” Satoru answers after a moment of thought. “It’s normal, though. I have my moments too.”

He doesn’t elaborate, just squeezes you. 

You haven’t bedded too many of your colleagues, and even when you had, you hadn’t thought too much about their potential panic (you were too busy quelling your own enough to enjoy physical release.) 

Like all things of this nature, your dance is mutual.

“Huh,” You lean up to look at him, craning your neck. “Comforting. Glad to know the strongest sorcerer in the world cries during sex sometimes.”

He gives you a look, “Hey, I never said that—”

You lean away from him, cupping your hands around your mouth, “Hey world! Did you hear that ‘World’s Strongest Sorcerer’, ‘Well-est Endow-ed’, Gojo Satoru cries during—”

He jabs at your sides and you sputter around your words.

“Oh, sweetheart, you’re in for it—”

And Satoru sets upon you, your ribs and sides and tummy with the tips of his fingers in what can only be called a minor war crime. You snort and gasp between giggling fits and streams of ‘no, no— Satoruuuuu!’s. He relents, eventually. Satoru goes from tickling to petting you as you catch your breath.

“Asshole.” You huff without any bite.

 He kisses your temple, “You started it.”

“Maybe, perhaps.” You jab your elbow into his ribs. You preen at the little ‘oof’ of air Satoru lets out. Victory.

“Do you want to continue? Or is the mood totally ruined.” You ask matter-of-factly. 

You’re still shaken, just a little. But you wouldn’t mind trying again. The silliness of things worked away some of your latent tension. You’re not boneless, but you wouldn’t mind being, you know, bone in if that’s what things led to. 

“The mood’s not ruined,” Satoru squeezes your hips and you shift higher in his lap. “I’d love to see where things go, if anywhere, if you want to continue.”

You adjust, sitting up over his hips. 

“I want to try, even if we have to stop again.”

And in the low light of the bedroom, you come nose to nose with Satoru Gojo yet again. You’re level.

“Perfect, sweetheart,” and he thumbs over your bottom lip before kissing you so soft and gently, it almost cracks your chest in two.

...

Your night continues until it becomes a dawn, and then a morning. 

It’s not a seamless tryst, surely, but your stumbles and brief panics are quelled now that Satoru knows what to look for, and you’re more vigilant of the things that will send you spiraling.

(Satoru says your cursed energy begins to curl around your chest and climbs to your throat in little wisps. You avoid your middle being exposed and vulnerable.)

Satoru holds his own— very well, in more ways than one. His own hiccups in intimacy aren’t panic, like your own, but rather awe. He has moments where he looms above you, eyes glassy and almost unfocused, where you can tell he’s somewhere else. He doesn’t seem scared, just slower, more out of body than the strongest allows himself to be.

(It’s reverence, really. He touches you in those moments like you’re a sculpture at a shrine, a sacred thing to pray to.)

He takes his time. You take yours. It’s a mutual crawl, but a pleasant one. Satoru stretches you open on his fingers, one after another until you swear the fucker is prepping you to take his fucking fist and not his cock. 

(“I’m just being thorough!” There’s a playful lilt to his voice. “— Didn’t you already call me ‘well-endowed’?”)

You try on top of him, first. When Satoru finally considers you prepped ‘enough’ that you could fit his cock into your cunt, you straddle his lap, brace yourself over his navel, and try—

(He’s too big. He’s too fucking big.)

Even sinking down with the help of gravity, and the incessant need to be filled and fucked and anything other than teased, it hurts. It’s a tight fit, and you only get halfway impaled on his cock before the angle and pressure have you tipping off of his lap and away in defeat.

(Then, Satoru makes you come at least three more times— you start to lose count after that. You’re more pliable, soaked through and fucked out without even being properly filled. Satoru easily shifts you onto your stomach and lifts your hip with a pillow or two.)

When Satoru takes you like that, you know you won’t be able to walk for a half day. His rhythm starts slow, to give you time to adjust, wriggle about, and find whatever angle satisfies both your cunt and your bent spine.

(It’s good, it’s sooooo good—)

Satoru comes inside you, which is fine. Unplanned, but fine. You prepped for such a possibility prior. You’re only half-lucid when Satoru’s pace shudders, and he fucks you with a few short thrusts before spilling into your cunt. 

(You can’t remember the last time someone came inside you. Even when he pulls out, and flops next to you, you still feel full of him.)

Satoru gets clingier after that. Less wordy, less mouthy (well, in the traditional sense of the word.) He tugs you to his chest, lets his refractory period pass, before fucking you slow and hard, back to chest. 

The rest of the night passes much the same way.

You’re liquid, by the end of it. You’ve only taken a break or two, mostly to gulp down water, or sit up briefly and kinesthetically reorient yourself as the bodily force of Satoru Gojo’s fucking you rewired your brainstem, maybe. 

When there are threads of hot, gold light spilling in from his bedroom window, you’re only half aware and a quarter awake. Almost dreaming.

Later, you’ll remember this morning. You’ll remember the exact hue of the sun rays, the smell and thread count of the sheets, and him— Satoru. Who looks equally as wrung out, tired, but sated. He looks content and you’ll be forever grateful you burned the image of him like this into your mind. You’ll savor in the worst of times. In your grief.

Satoru’s moving around, somewhere. Maybe in the bathroom? At some point, you’re lifted carried there yourself, and literally set on the toilet— (“You’ll thank me for this when you don’t get a UTI.”)

Satoru helps you back to bed after, now laid with fresh sheets and linens. It’s cool when you flop face first and take a whiff of whatever detergent he uses. It’s fresh, if not a bit minty. Maybe eucalyptus or tea tree? Some scent that clears your sinuses and skull enough to regard Satoru outside of a sleepy or lust-filled haze.

“Busy tomorrow, I’m assuming?” Today, you silently add. You know his answer before he speaks. 

“Yup!” There’s a hollow echo of cheer to it. “Don’t worry about that now, though. We’ll rest, and get something sweet for breakfast in a few hours.”

“... Sure, sure,” You nod into the buttery sheets. You know he’ll treat you to something decadent. 

You crawl up toward the headboard, closer to Satoru, until you’re snug against his side. You wrap yourself around him shamelessly, and let his easy chuckle that follows be the last thing you hear as you slack and fall asleep. 

#lore writes #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo reader insert #jjk x reader #satoru gojo x reader #ohhhh writing even light smut is such a task #stretched some old muscles!!! 💪 #enjoy loves!!!!!! <3

[murderofravens]

the things i would do for him to hold me down into the mattress and fuck the living shit out of me to release his stress and anger and frustration i need his big beefy arms holding my head down and using me like a gloryhole and calling me his stupid desperate slut and then i want to cup his pretty face and pepper kisses all over and tell him how much i love him

#i love him so so much i would actually do anything for him #my boyfie the light of my life my big strong angel #i love him so so much im so tired of the mischaracterization he faces and the hate from annoying stans #and i need some real good smut of him like i cant stress this enough #he's my boyy entire brand #i want to worship him #my yuuji <3 #yuuji itadori #yuji itadori #jujutsu kaisen #Yuji itadori x reader #jjk #jjk x reader

[dumb-little-baby]

sex in books is sometimes so funny 😭 like wym?! she broke the windows with her powers bc she couldn’t control them while she was cumming 💀

#fourth wing #violet sorrengail #xaden riorson #book smut #she freaking shattered all the windows 😭 #burn some trees down 😭 #caused some lighting

[lambsouvlaki]

For the Hell of It - Putting on a Show(*)

Characters: Jason Todd x fem!oc

Rating and warnings: NSFW, smut, pre-discussed kink, light bdsm, voyeurism & exhibitionism (discussed, nothing is done in public).

Word count: 1,929

Summary: Jason tries being a little meaner in the bedroom, to delightful results for everyone.

Masterlist

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In the middle of the night, the bedroom door opened and the Red Hood walked in. 

Andy looked up from the book she had been reading. It was a little after three in the morning with the muted sigh of wind rushing past the lofty heights of his apartment. The bedside lamp cast the large industrial-styled room in golden light and murky shadows. 

Jason shut the door behind him. 

She opened her mouth to ask how patrol went, then found the words dying in her throat. He was standing at the door, mask inscrutable, observing her in silence. 

Belatedly it struck her that she had never seen him wear his armour into the bedroom before. She slid her reading onto the bedside table and cocked her head at him. 

“Did you wait up for me?” His voice rumbled through the modulator. 

“Blame the jet lag.” She shrugged. “Couldn’t sleep. Figured I’d try again once you got back.”

He slowly crossed the space between them.  

She pulled her knees up under the blankets. She didn’t know what to make of the way he studied her, but her body already knew how it felt about having his sole focus. The armour only made it worse. She wondered if he knew. 

“You remember that talk we had?”

“Which one?” she looked up, only to recall exactly the conversation he was referring to, in the face of blinding white lenses. “Oh.”

Her cheeks warmed. She was very aware of the looming figure standing over her, and anticipation unfurled within her.

“Yes, I remember.”

He pulled his gloves off, loosening finger by finger. He reached down a warm, bare hand and gently traced her cheek. His thumb grazed her lip. He pushed down lightly. She opened her mouth. He slid it in and she curled her lips around it. 

He drew his damp thumb back and traced it down her jaw to tilt her chin up. 

“The safe word?”  

As though it hadn’t been branded onto her mind the moment she agreed to this. 

She repeated the word. It came out breathless. 

He turned away. 

“Take off your clothes.” 

Her cotton shirt then her silky bra and matching panties landed on the floor. Her nipples pebbled in the sudden cold. She sat bolt upright, awaiting further instructions. Her heart in its cage beat like the wings of a hummingbird. 

Jason reached up to take his helmet off and placed it on the desk. 

“Lie down,” he said and he removed his weapons. “Spread your legs, and get yourself warmed up for me.”

A blush rose in her cheeks. He sat in the armchair, facing her. He leaned back, with his legs casually spread wide, and lit up a smoke. He watched her expectantly. 

She did as she was told. 

She had never put on any kind of performance before, but she wasn’t going to let that stop her now. Most nights Jason relished this part himself. He was an artist with his fingers and she was his sculpture, beauty and pleasure drawn from stoic marble. Tonight he was the audience, and she was artist and art together.  

The idea turned from daunting into arousing without her noticing. Her timidity fell away and her pleasure rose. 

In the half light the glint of the cigarette reflected in his eyes. 

“Do you touch yourself when I’m out?” 

She shook her head, mussing her hair against the sheets.” 

“No?” he drawled, incredulous.

“No.” It didn’t occur to her to be dishonest. Her role in the scene was not a fabricated one. 

“Why not?”

“I… prefer the ache of waiting for you.”

He swore quietly.

“There’s a toy in the bedside table. Get to it.”

She reached out blindly and swiftly found it. Jason enjoyed using it on her, but she had never used it on her own. It let him draw out and build up her pleasure to his own exacting standards without getting distracted by his own ends. He was a wretched tease. She both adored and hated the thing. 

He took a long drag of smoke as she adjusted. Her head tipped back against the pillows. Her eyes fluttered shut, but she didn’t want to lose sight of him and kept reopening them. He watched with burning intensity. 

Her excitement built and built, far past any notions of simply warming up. He had told her to get ready for him, but he made no move beyond stubbing the cigarette out and attempting to brand her with the heat of his eyes alone. 

“Can I… can I climax?” she asked.

“No.” 

She withheld her whine.

Normally Jason’s body language was so open and reassuring around her. This was nothing of the sort. The Red Hood, hard and uncompromising, watched her fuck herself on a dildo, and she was more hopelessly turned on than she had ever been under her own touch.  

 Slowing down was unthinkable as stopping. She had unthinkingly built her pace up, and now she had no off-ramp.

She wasn’t going to ask again. 

She wasn’t. 

With one hand cast over her face and the other between her legs, she writhed. 

Jason let out a harsh breath and stood. Every heavy step towards her felt like salvation and doom both. 

He put a hand on her shaking knee. 

She squeezed her eyes shut. Despite the calluses and the hardness of his demeanour, his thumb rubbed her skin in a familiar reassurance. 

It did not help her predicament. Her breath hitched.

He pushed her hand aside and withdrew the toy. He replaced it with two of his fingers. 

She moaned. His touch set her alight and her breath grew thin. His touch was as scorching as his gaze which pinned her down like a lance through the chest. 

“I’m-I’m going to cum if you keep doing that,” she said. 

So he stopped. 

She wanted to cry. She covered her face with her hands and took desperate heaving breaths.

The sound of unbuckling belts cut through her panting. 

“Look at me.” 

Her eyes snapped open. 

Jason lifted her by her hips and impaled her in one blow. 

She sang out in relief. 

He set a swift pace, slowing only a moment to let her rearrange pillows to support her back, shooting her straight back to the loft heights she had teetered along for so long. He drove her higher still. His thumb rubbed circles over her clit only twice, and her climax slammed into her. 

Her whole body shook. He did not slow his pace, relentlessly working her through it. 

She breathed hard as she came down, arching her back for him. The relief was short lived but it brought her a moment of clarity. 

Jason’s focus was fixed to her entrance, watching himself sink in and out, in and out. So locked up inside his own head tonight. 

“Okay?” she asked quietly, breaking character. 

His eyes flickered up to hers, and he gave a short nod. His hand on her hip gave a quick squeeze. 

Then the hard tilt returned to his jaw and they were back in it. 

“Spent the night at a strip club,” he said harshly. 

Her eyebrows rose. It was unusual only in that he was telling her about it: his protection extended to sex workers all over the city. She trusted him, it was a non-issue.  

“Working out a territory dispute. Negotiations. Should have been done hours ago. But no, they had to keep stopping to watch the girls.” His lip curled and he changed his angle to something deeper. “Made them make out and touch each other. As though we’re there for a good time, as though I have any interest in getting hard with that pack of slavering animals.” 

He brushed his sweat slicked hair from his face and swore. She was so helplessly turned on by him even when he was hacked off, she couldn’t come up with any response. 

“Waste of my fucking time,” he growled, thrusting with emphasis. “When I have you alone in my bed. Waiting for me. Clenching on nothing. Dripping wet, just for me. Aren’t you, sweets?”

“Yes.”

He pulled out. 

She made a needy noise of objection. 

“On your knees or in your mouth?” 

She rolled over without hesitation. 

He chuckled. He ran his hands up her body, possessive and appreciative. He gently pushed her down onto all fours and pushed back in. His pace was more sedate now and his grip softer, having worked out some of his frustrations. 

Well, that just wouldn’t do. 

“Did you get hard at the club?” she asked. 

His pace stuttered. “What?”

She reached back to touch his thigh, a silent reassurance she was still in character. 

“Did it turn you on, surrounded by beautiful women making out with each other?”

The snap of his hips picked up. “Yes,” he conceded, arousal and shame and frustration in his voice. 

She looked back over her shoulder. Her hair was tousled, her skin flushed, and her lips swollen from where she bit them. 

“Were you thinking of me?”

“I–” The look he gave her was a little stunned, a little star struck. 

“There, in that red lingerie you bought me, draped over you?” If he wasn’t thinking it before, he was now. 

A whispered “yes,” passed his lips. The burning intensity rose in his eyes once more. 

“...touching myself?” 

He made a hungry noise in his throat. 

“Up on the stage, in front of everyone,” she said, as she looked forward again, flicking her hair aside and arching her back. “Putting on a show?”

He growled, then she was pinned to the bed. 

“I’d have to kill them all for looking at you,” he said into her ear, bending over her. “And I would–mm–before I’d take you right there.” 

He stood tall again, still holding her bent in half with a hand on the back of her neck. His other hand was on the meat of her ass, to drag her back to meet him. He put one leg up on the bed next to her for more power. A thick muscled thigh rippled against her side. Raging waves of need pulled her back down into the depths. 

“Trying to upset me, sweetheart?” he asked, back to ruthless and in full control. She was in paradise. “You know only I get to see you like this. That’s why you’re mine.”

She whimpered, so close to the edge. 

“Only I can hold you down and fuck you like you deserve. Only I get to watch you writhe… hear you beg.” 

“Hnng, please.” 

“Please what?” 

“Please! Jason, I–I– fuck, Jay, I don’t– I need..”

“That’s my girl,” he said, dark and appreciative. “You know you’re mine before anything else.” 

She sobbed a cry.

“You can cum,” he drawled, sneaking a hand around her hip to reach her clit.

Her climax rocked through her violently. Her vision blanked and her body seized up in great wracking jolts. Her mouth hung open, breathing hard against the blanket. 

She vaguely heard his voice encouraging her through it, before he followed after her into bliss. 

He curled over her back and held her fast against his hips. He growled her name in her ear. 

The last of her strength fled her limbs. It felt like her bones had simply melted.  

He collapsed on the bed behind her. With shaking, tired arms he gathered her to himself and nuzzled into her neck. He made a soft inquisitive noise. She sighed in contentment in reply. They tangled their legs together, and basked in the afterglow. 

Next>>

#jason todd #red hood #jason todd x oc #red hood x oc #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x reader #for the hell of it #my fanfic #dc #jason todd x reader smut #buyer beware #sub!reader #dom!Jason #with some light role switching as the mood changes #I wasn't going to post this one but somebody asked for more smut so here we are

[adhd-merlin]

Arthur’s skin is still warm from the bath, the tips of his hair still damp, and he smells faintly of lavender.

“Is Queen Mithian still as beautiful as they say?” Gwen asks Arthur.

She’s lying with her head pillowed on Arthur’s shoulder while his fingertips brush against her temple and her hair — more an absent-minded motion than an actual caress.

Arthur’s fingers stop. He kisses the top of her head. “Never as beautiful as my queen.”

Gwen pokes him lightly in the chest with her finger. “That's not an answer.”

“Are you jealous?”

“No,” she says, truthfully.

There was a time when Arthur could’ve chosen Mithian instead of Gwen, had he wanted — and he didn’t. (Didn’t choose her, and didn't want her, although he might have wanted to want her, and came close to convincing himself that he did). She’s only curious to hear how Arthur felt about meeting the woman he almost married again, after so long.

“I suppose she is. Beautiful,” Arthur answers after a pause. “If everyone’s comments are any indication. I can no longer tell. You’ve ruined me for any other woman.”

Gwen smiles. “You flatterer.”

“It’s not flattery if it’s true,” Arthur says. “Your beauty outshines anyone else’s. And it’s not even near the top of the list of your qualities.”

He says things like that, sometimes — he even means them. Monumental things, uttered with complete casualness, not because he thinks them insignificant but as if he were just stating facts. Something he would be stupid to deny or to resist.

In the early days of their courtship, Gwen used to find it terrifying. She’s since grown used to it. Mostly.

“But I wasn’t there to outshine anyone,” she teases him.

She’s being playful, perhaps a bit giddy from the wine. She expects Arthur to reply in the same vein — to heap more compliments on her until they reach the height of ridiculousness, or to make a silly joke — but his tone shifts.

He takes Gwen’s hand and places it over his chest, covering it with his. “You are always with me,” he says, solemnly.

And their hands aren’t quite in the right place, because Gwen’s head is in the way, but she understands his meaning all the same — my heart. The term of endearment he sometimes uses for her, when feeling especially sentimental.

#well excuse me for thinking arthur would act like a complete simp around his wife. that's canon. #this is from an arwen smut chapter. I'm not even linking to it. #for the 2 (?) people who cared yes I will write that last vignette at some point #I'm stuck on a merlin x sefa ficlet that doesn't want to be written #it might never see the light of day but I'd like it to happen #pray for me. although I think no one but me cares #it is now my mission to make merlin x sefa appealing to at least 1 other person #and I believe I can do it through the power of my mediocre writing #merlin fanfiction

[sweetpeasummers]

Everything That I Want

Summary: Leon has been avoiding you and you’re worried about the reason why.

Word Count: 3.2k

Rated: Explicit (Language, Smut, Mentions of Death)

Pairing: Leon/Fem!Reader  

Author’s Note: I originally wrote this when RE4 first came out as Leon/OC, but am not comfortable uploading that. So I took my favorite bits (more to come), edited them on my own into something I’m proud to post and here we are. I will be uploading to Ao3 later.

Disclaimer: I don’t own Resident Evil nor any of the characters.

It's been a frustrating few weeks and you're trying to do anything to not think about why your partner Leon Kennedy has been avoiding you. Which is why you find yourself at the gym hoping to bench press your way into oblivion. You grip the bar, take a deep breath in, lift the bar and lower it to your chest, exhaling you push it out away from you.

One...Two...Three...Four

You set a steady rhythm desperately willing the simple act to clear your mind the way it typically does, but you feel it start to wander again. What in the hell is going? One day he was Leon your friend and partner and the next he was...gone. He hadn't returned any of your phone calls and every time you were in a room together he'd make some weak excuse as to why he had to leave. It was confusing and as time dragged on downright hurtful.

You'd always had a bit of a thing for him ever since you were first paired together, his good looks had drawn you in, but his snarky one liners and compassionate, friendly nature had endeared him to you in a way no other man ever had. Initially it wasn't easy being paired together. Leon was leery and jaded though warmed to you quickly. He threw himself into the work, you admired his drive and told him as such. Though on more than one occasion he joked about being forced into it. When you pushed for an explanation he told you everything; the outbreak in Raccoon City, the creatures he fought, and how he barely made it out. Then admitted he wasn't given a choice to become an agent. His vulnerability made you confess to your share of misery, the T-Virus leaked in your rural town. Killing reanimated corpses of the people you knew and loved was a nightmare you'd never forget. Subsequently you weren't given a choice either. Your relationship was different afterwards. You turned to each other, shared secrets, doubts, and even fears with one another. The innocent crush you had on him developed into something so much deeper. The job was brutal and having a partner you could rely on was more important than a boyfriend, so you buried those feelings. It was so damn hard because sometimes you thought he was flirting with you but chalked it up to you seeing what you wanted to see. So you stayed guarded, pulled away just enough to still be considered professional, but weren't always successful. Maybe Leon finally figured it out, caught on to the fact that you had feelings for him beyond what a friend or partner should and it freaked him out.

You hated not knowing, sighing heavily, you look up at the man spotting you. Daniel was such a nice man, one of the few agents to have a normal life outside of the insanity that was your job. He owned the gym you were in, had a wife and a little family. He was happy. One of the more well adjusted agents you'd met and couldn't help but wonder if it was because of his life outside of missions. You attempted to date but every relationship fizzled out.

“Could you add more weight please?” you ask Daniel. You hope the extra weight will make you focus. He reluctantly does, you grip the bar and lift up your hand slips and the weighted bar comes dangerously close to crushing your throat, but Dan catches it in time and together you put it back in place. You sit up breathing heavy, shaken from what just happened.

“What is going on Y/N, you look like shit?” he asks gruffly.

“Thanks I feel like shit.” you reply still trying to compose yourself.

“You wanna talk about it or do you wanna hit something” Dan asks you. You always appreciated his bluntness.

“I wanna hit something.” you quickly respond. Not even knowing where you'd begin to explain your situation with Leon with any sort of anonymity. It'd be embarrassingly obvious who you're talking about.

“I can help you with that.” Dan motions to you to follow him. He leads you down the hall to a large empty room with a ring. He throws you a pair of gloves and gets in the ring. You spend the next half hour sparring, Dan was right it did help.

“Thanks for helping me out,” you say and truly mean it. You feel less tense, like you could go home and not mope around your apartment.

“Yeah no problem,” Dan answers cheerfully, “You seem like you needed it. If you don't want to be alone you could come and have dinner with me and the Mrs. You know Julia always makes enough to feed a small army.”

It's tempting, you feel better than you did earlier, but also you know you'd still be miserable company.

“Maybe some other time, thank you for the offer.” you respond with a small smile.

“I'll hold you to that,”Dan replies.

Before you can leave, you hear a door open and footsteps approaching, Dan looks behind you and waves. He calls out “Hey Leon long time no see!”

You freeze, oh you're tense all over again, suddenly it feels like all the air has been sucked out of the room. You hear Leon chuckle and answer with “Yeah I've been busy, had a lot to think about.”

Okay, Leon hasn't been avoiding just you it seems. You turn and see him walk closer to where you and Dan were standing. Well that's different you thought, but stay quiet whatever he was going through he'd made it clear he didn't want your help. You just look away and focus on a random spot on the wall. You tune out their conversation lost in your own thoughts. Normally Leon's presence was a comfort but now it was bringing a god awful stew of emotion you felt these past few weeks to the surface. You wanted to stay and try to talk to him again, but decide you have to go before it bubbled over and you did something embarrassing like sob or scream. You try to leave quietly, but you feel a hand softly catch you by your wrist.  You're shocked to see its Leon holding on to you. You get your first good look at him. He looks exhausted, nervous and unsure of himself.

“Y/N, please don't leave. I need to talk to you.” you hear Leon say. You pull your wrist out of his grasp and stay in place. Good or bad it seems like whatever is going on can finally be over.

“Well I don't want to keep Jules waiting so I'm going to head out, unless,” Daniel trails off looking at you with a nervous smile on his face. You look away from Leon to Dan then back to Leon and take a deep breath hoping it's enough to calm yourself before speaking,

“It's okay you can go Dan. I'm actually very curious as to what he has to say to me.” Your response does absolutely nothing to alleviate the tension in the room.

Dan breathes out a shaky “Okay, you two are the last ones in the building, you know where the keys are. Could you lock up on your way out?” Dan walks away quickly looking back and gives you both a small wave on his way out the door.

“Do you think you'd want something like that?” Leon asks you.

“Like what, you mean like what Dan and Julia have?” you ask and answer your own question. You don't give Leon a chance to respond before asking him what you've wanted to ask him for weeks.

“Leon, what's going on? Why have you been avoiding me?” you ask more hurt than you wanted spills out, perhaps the feeling hadn't completely faded. You cross your arms bracing yourself for his answer.

Leon winces before continuing, “I've been a real dick haven't I?”

You nod your head not trusting yourself to speak. Leon continues, “I'm sorry. I've gone about this all wrong. I didn't want to hurt you I just needed time to get this right.”

It feels like your head is spinning, you want to ask more questions, but you press your lips together and let him continue.

“It never felt right with anyone else and it killed me every time I saw you walk away with another man. For so long I couldn't understand why, ever since Raccoon City I've shut a part of myself down. Detached, because I thought it was the safest thing to do. It's easier. It's also pretty damn isolating. I finally figured it out. I want something more outside of just being an agent. I want something that isn't death and monsters and lies. I wanna be happy, every time I think about what that looks like it's with you. I know what I just said could make you uncomfortable and I will respect and decision you make.” he finishes breathlessly. He still looks nervous but like a weight has been lifted from him.

Your mouth falls open in shock, you slowly uncross your arms and let them fall to your sides. That he wants to be with you wasn't even in the realm of possible things you thought he might say. How could the two of you have gotten it so wrong. All this time you thought you were making him uncomfortable and he thought he was going to make you uncomfortable. You were so wrapped up in hiding your feelings you missed his right in front of you. Three years worth of memories hit you like a truck; so  many conversations, stories shared, dinners that weren't dates, shouldn't be dates but in hindsight very much were. You remember the night he admitted to you he didn't know how to keep living with what he'd been through.  You stayed with him until he fell asleep. He always returned the favor, some mornings you'd wake to the smell of coffee and his smiling face. How could you have been so blind? It didn't matter though Leon wants to be with you. You want to be with him. Happiness blooms and spreads in your chest, your lips lift in a brilliant smile. You can see the moment it clicks in Leon's head that you feel the same way he does. He's just waiting for you to say it.

“I want everything and I want it with you.” You reply. You're both so giddy you almost don't know what to do with yourselves. He steps towards you until there's the barest breath of space between your bodies. Leon is staring at your lips while slowly leaning down. Unable to speak you nod your head. He reaches his hand to cup your face and your lips meet. It's the sweetest and gentlest you've ever been kissed. You lift your hands up to hold onto to his arms afraid if you don't you'll melt into a puddle on the floor. You break apart, but he keeps his hands on your face Leon rests his forehead against yours and closes his eyes.

“I want you,” he whispers roughly. A different kind of tension fills the room, heat flushes through your whole body.

“Then take me.” you simply reply. “Here, now, please. You heard Dan we're the only two people in the building..” You waited years for this you don't want to wait any longer.

His eyes snap open. He pulls his head back and drops his hands to rest on your upper arms. A delicious smile spreads across his handsome face at your suggestion. You reach up to grab his hand and without a lick of shame guide him down the front of your pants to cup your warm center. You whimper, your lasciviousness sends Leon over the edge. He yanks his hand away, wraps you in his arms and kisses you. There's nothing sweet or gentle about it this time. He's desperate, like a long-lost lover coming home. You give as good as you get wrapping your arms around his neck to press yourself closer to him. You feel him half hard against your belly and gasp, Leon slips his tongue into your mouth deepening the kiss. You continue on like that for a few minutes, barely breaking apart for breath, hands roaming each other's bodies touching everything and anything you both could reach. You run a hand through his hair, down his chest, and palm his erection through his shorts.

“God yes,” he whimpers.

He pulls away from you and reaches behind  himself to yank his shirt off and throws it down on the mat. You're a bit lost at the suddenness of it but follow Leon as he pulls you down to sit on his discarded top.

Aching to touch him again, to feel his bare skin against yours, you pull your shirt up and over your head, Leon grabs it and throws it behind him. You both try and get your sports bra off but the sweat coating your body makes it difficult and your arms are sore from your punishing workout earlier. This bra ain't coming off without a fight. In your frustration you pull from the bottom up enough to free your breasts. Your spandex bottoms prove to be just as difficult, you kick a shoe off and manage to get one leg out. Leon leans back and shoves his own pants and boxers down to his knees freeing his cock. He moves to balance on one knee awkwardly struggling with his clothes. It doesn't dampen the mood as you can see his thick cock bobbing with his every movement, you're keenly aware of how empty you feel as your cunt clenches around nothing.

Once his clothes were sufficiently dealt with Leon looks down at you, eyes heavy with desire and you shiver. He pushes you gently to your back and moves to cover your body with his. Your stomach tightens as he lowers his open mouth toward your chest. He runs his teeth along a hardened nipple before taking it into his mouth and sucking. Your head tilts back and your mouth falls open in a silent gasp. Your hands find the back of his head and hold him close to you. He switches to the other breast lavishing attention there. His other hand slips down to pull your panties aside to slide two fingers through your wetness and into your cunt, fucking you open. When he crooked his fingers just right and rubbed your swollen clit with his thumb the pleasure was so intense you felt as though you were melting, but it wasn't enough. You needed him inside of you.

“Please,” you whine “I'm ready. Fuck me.”

His mouth moves away from your breasts, “Yes ma'am” he rasps against your ear.

He takes his hand away, you look down, spread your thighs farther apart plant your feet down and see him grab his cock and guide it into you. You both groan in pleasure as he smoothly sinks all the way in and finds his rhythm thrusting into you. You'll never be able to be in the room again without thinking of the delicious feeling of Leon inside you, your soft breasts pressed against his hard chest, his ragged breathing in your ear. The wet slapping sound of your bodies meeting. You kiss every part of him you can reach. Your hands run through his hair and nails score down his back. They finally land to hold on to his shoulders. Leon Kennedy is your entire universe at this moment and nothing has ever felt more right.

He moves a hand down between to where your bodies are joined and rubs his thumb against your sensitive clitoris again, its all you need. You move to wrap your thighs around his waist, the orgasm flashes bright and fast through your body. You come hard moaning his name.

You feel him stop moving and hear him say, “Shit no condom.”

He moves back slightly, removing your legs from around his waist and back down to the mat still spread wide apart. Leon pulls out of you entirely, gripping the base of his cock tightly. Through the haze of your orgasm you realize what's happening and before he can do anything you lick your own palm, bat his hand away and make a fist around his cock. You massage and stroke the jutting flesh between his thighs while encouraging him to thrust. It doesn't take more than five thrusts before you see and feel copious amounts of thick, wet come on your belly. He groans what sounds like your name, eyes tightly shut, mouth open with the mind numbing pleasure. You let go of his softening cock and wrap your arms around him, relaxing your legs to brush against his. He sags boneless against your chest uncaring of the mess now between your bodies.

Reluctantly he rolls away from you still trying to catch his breath. You sit up, push your bra back down, find your shirt and use it to wipe the come off your stomach then move to wipe the remnants of it off of his him. Luckily you have a change of clothes in your gym bag. He mumbles a thank you before pulling you down to cuddle by his side. He wraps his arms around you and presses a kiss to the top of your head.  You can't wait till the next time when you're in a place where you can both take your time to explore and luxuriate in each other's bodies. You'd never been so hot for another person that you couldn't wait till you were in a private place. The thought brings you back to reality and you tense up, remembering where you are. Leon feels your discomfort.

“You finally realize how out in the open we are, haven't you,” he chuckles a bit. Too mortified to reply you simply nod your head still holding onto him. He sits up bringing you with him. He tucks a stray bit of hair behind your ear and says, “Go home. I'll meet you there in fifteen minutes.”

“Promise?” you ask, reluctant to be away from him even for a short time.

“Promise,” he breathes his answer against your kiss swollen mouth. He kisses you quickly and gets up to get dressed. You smile and do the same.

There would be consequences to what the two of you had done. A romantic relationship between agents was deeply frowned upon. Damn the consequences, you could worry about that later, besides you can't imagine Leon cares much about them either. The smile on his face echos the one on yours. Confident about the place in each other's lives the weight of life shifted, now balanced comfortably between the two of you. The odds weren't in your favor but you'd take the bad with the good as long as you had him.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x female reader #leon kennedy #tagged: i wrote this #light angst #smut with some plot #happy ending

[dayurno]

the amazing showstopping life-changing beautiful lovely and talented @alcego tagged me in the writing game where you post all your first sentences from already posted fics (and also the just as amazing showstopping life changing beautiful lovely AND talented roisin, thank you!) but i don't really care much for those lately so here's the first lines of several WIPs at the moment as a compromise :)

Kevin knows he’s being watched. (with @knickknacksandallthat <3)

“Riko? Are you awake?”

In the morning when Jean is supposed to be sent to his death, he takes five minutes out of his schedule to braid Kevin’s hair. (with @jaywalkers :)<3)

Not for the first time, they are in the infirmary. 

“Coach says you don’t talk anymore,” Aaron mumbles, looking out the window awkwardly. 

Christmas dinner with the Gordons is perfect.

Some people ride the crazy train. Jeremy drives it. 

Neil knows the gray does something to people.

what this tells me is that i am bad at writing first lines HAHA :3 i am tagging um everyone who wants to do this. thank you!

#theyre also all rather short which at least im pleased with #also my favorite is number 2 its the riko transmigrator au and it lives in daydreams with me #i LOVE you scum villain's self saving system i love you i love you #its so silly and i love it so dearly #uhhh lets see what else. thg au with roisin! absolute banger #kerejean with miss niknak! ABSOLUTE banger #7 is first time / first light #and 8 is gratuitous kandreil smut with gray haired kevin <3 yay #no but seriously what this tells me is that while looking through my wips i realized i need to write something for k/t or k/j/t #ive written thea before but only in brief mentions so i want to try to get her pov right or at least a good grip on writing her #kevin day you're fucked. and you will be fucked #amen #uuuh lets see. number 6 i will not tell you but i will say i love seth gordon #and number 4 is the previously mentioned jean in palmetto fic #but it is actually mostly an excuse to write gratuitous sub!jean smut #thats all i have for you. for now. i will go back to the drawing board and draft up some kevthea for my enjoyment #either lesbian kevthea (i hauve covid) or. i shan't say it in public #nora sakavic saw me talking about kevin day forced feminization the last time i'm not taking chances now #txt #my writing

[mara-xx217]

Albert Wesker x You Commission P.2- Caught His Eye

Part 2 commission by @prettycutebuny! I hope you enjoy! Part 1 here

Warnings: Poisoning, Blood and Violence, Light, Fluffy Smut

From best to worst to best to worst-

   The night that you slept at Albert Wesker’s home was, perhaps, some of the best rest that you have had in months.Maybe the best you’ve had in years… You awoke well rested but anxious. This wasn’t something a faithful married woman would do… Even if you despise your so-called “husband”... Nothing happened. Albert, who was in the living room as he said he would be, asked you how you felt. 

   “Slept well? Feeling better?”

   Yeah… yeah, you do feel better. 

   You didn’t want to impose any further on your friend’s kindness but he insisted you at least eat something before you left. When you started to hesitate Albert turned to you and smiled.

   “It’s what friends are for, are they not?” 

   It could have been the way it was said, or perhaps the circumstances of last night, but your heart skipped a beat and you felt the blood rush to your head. Fumbling with your shirt, you looked down at the ground. 

   “Y-Yeah… yeah, of course!” 

   Albert loved the way you beamed at him. Colour dusted your cheeks a light pink as you shifted from foot to foot. Not uncomfortable, no. You felt safe enough to let your true emotions shine clear and bright. How could he resist smiling back? He couldn’t- He wouldn’t deny you the truth of his own emotions, even if he had to keep the intention behind them a secret. 

   For now. 

   Something was… off. Albert didn’t want to take you back to work. He didn’t want you to be anywhere near Umbrella. Especially Spencer. For once, he had no proof, not even any inklings, of wrongdoing happening to you, but he couldn’t stop the pit in his stomach from growing larger and larger. The unease he felt grew more still when talks of a new “trial” began to rise around the company.

   A trial for a new bioweapon. It wouldn’t be the first or last time it would happen. An accident there, some terrible misfortune here, a kidnapping or two somewhere else. Albert didn’t really think much of it. Umbrella is as crooked and twisted as they come, it’s no wonder their hands are positively filthy. 

   It’s for this exact reason why he hates you working in that cesspit. 

   Umbrella is dangerous and you have no idea what kind of place you willingly work at every single day. You don’t even know who the man you’ve married is. It’s enough to make his blood boil. Albert’s anger isn’t directed at you. Oh, no, he could never be angry with you… No, Albert hates that you are here, at Umbrella, in an unwanted and loveless marriage to a man that has no care for you at all. 

   You deserve better… 

   Friendship slowly became warmer. Steadily, you found yourself drawn closer and closer to your friend. You swore that night, when you stayed in his home, would be a one time occurrence and something you wouldn’t make a habit of. It happened again but you were so tired! Then again but you were actually sick! And again and again, until it was happening the majority of your week. Albert promised you he didn’t mind and you believed him.

   It did feel wrong that you had several changes of clothes over at his home. You felt guilty for having your own showering supplies that you’ve left in his bathroom. Ashamed, even. You were trespassing into his life unfairly. You were burdening him with your problems when he surely had enough to worry about. You felt… You don’t know what you feel anymore. It’s only platonic love, of course! 

   Isn’t it? 

   Showering at Albert’s home was no longer a strange occurrence for you. The water was pleasantly warm, washing away the tension that had built up over your long day at work. Even though you use your own things to shower with, you don’t really try to stop yourself from cracking open one of Albert’s own bottles of shampoo. You take a whiff, closing your eyes as you enjoy the smell. It’s probably the creepiest thing you’ve ever done, so you quickly close it as though you are worried he’d bust in and catch you red handed. 

   Wait, you're showering. Albert wouldn’t just come in! 

   You blushed at the thought, tuning the knob of the shower so you are doused with cold water. You yelp in surprise and knock over some bottles. They land with a loud BANG! 

   As much as you had hoped he wouldn’t, Albert knocked on the door and asked if you were alright.

   “Y-Yeah! J-Jus-st clums-sy! Haha…”

   Treating his home as your own was nearly normal for you. Occasionally you felt awkward, out of place, even, but it was not because you were unwelcome or overstepping your boundaries with your friend. You felt you were staying too long but Albert always waved off your concerns and reaffirmed you are welcome to stay as long and as often as you like. 

   “Feel free to treat my home as your own. I certainly don’t mind.” 

   Albert really didn’t mind. This was exactly where you belonged. 

   Whenever you were there, with or without him, he felt at ease. You were safe here and even safer with him at your side. It felt right, you living in his home, using his things, showing the most vulnerable and precious parts of yourself with no hesitation or fear of rejection or disapproval… Albert gladly does your laundry, makes sure you are comfortable, well fed, clean and happy while you are under his roof.

   He does so even if you aren’t… 

   Occasionally, you worry him. Bouts of dizziness, lethargy, fatigue. Sometimes you sleep in hours at a time, sometimes you can’t sleep at all. More than once he feared you fell in the shower, only to have you laugh nervously and merely say: “N-No… Just knocked something over…” Perhaps you have overworked yourself more than either of you had realized at first. 

   Albert desperately hoped it would be that simple. 

   It never was.

  You felt ill. It was subtle at first. A little groggy, feeling under the weather, sluggish. You were checked out at work and you were told “Probably just a cold or a sinus infection. Nothing to worry about as long as you get plenty of rest and drink more fluids.” 

   It only got worse with time. When the world started to tilt you nearly bashed your head on the table of the breakroom. You barely managed to crawl onto one of the couches the company so graciously provided for those that decided to stay during the long, overtime nights they all pulled at some point. The moment you just barely pulled the majority of your body onto the couch you passed out. 

   It was nearly an hour later when Albert finally managed to find you.

   You weren’t just under-the-weather with a standard cold, this was something much, much worse. He had no proof, only a hunch, but it was more than enough for him to jump into action and take matters into his own hands. 

   High fever, cold sweats, lethargic, likely experiencing pain in the joints from how you are squirming- he was almost certain you had a virus. 

   Was it natural or man-made? 

   What he was about to do was very, very much against company policy but Albert couldn’t care any less. He had to keep an air of detached composure about him so as to not draw any unnecessary attention to either himself or to you. It’s likely he would be able to trick any low to mid tier employee that he is in on whatever experiment is being conducted. Anyone higher on the chain, though?

   Albert was determined for no unwanted attention to be garnered. Any test results would take a few hours to complete at the earliest. In the meantime, he has picked you up and taken you to an examination room. Empty. There wasn’t much traffic in this section of the facility at this time but there was still a chance someone would stumble upon you both. 

   He’ll worry about it should it come to pass. 

   You flinched and hissed in discomfort as something sharp pinched your arm. You tried to open your eyes… so heavy… Your entire body is heavy. Stiff. Aching… You feel something cold run up the side of your arm. You pulled away reflexively only to have someone gently grab your elbow and replace your arm at your side.

   “It’s only a basic IV Fluid. For your dehydration.” A cool hand brushed against your forehead. You sighed as you leaned into the touch, instantly recognizing who the hand- and the familiar voice- belonged to. 

   “A-Albert…” 

   The way you looked at him, so relieved, so relaxed, made his heart pound in his ears and beat hard against his rib cage. It took great restraint on his behalf to remain just distant enough so as to not tempt either himself or you to lean into a kiss. Albert smoothed down your hair, wild from your uneasy rest. 

   “You will be just fine… Don’t worry, I’m here with you…” He had to appear confident in your eyes, even if he wasn’t. 

   He doesn’t know what you have been infected with. Is the contagion still infectious? What is the incubation period? How long have you been displaying symptoms? Have they even created a vaccine for it…? 

   Albert had to leave you for a period of time. You were weak, fighting to stay conscious. He told you to rest and that he would be back soon. 

   There was something he must confirm. 

   No proof, hardly any inklings, yet Albert is certain you have either been infected with something or, at the very least, poisoned. There was only one way to confirm this. 

   He snuck into the security station that covered the section of the company you worked in. As careful as Umbrella is with its vetting, hiring, and security measures, it’s down right laughable in practice. Albert isn’t new to this and it’s not even the first time he’s done so inside the company, regardless of the reasons behind it. Now, more than ever, he needs to do it correctly and quickly. 

   Albert’s knuckles turned ghost-white as he gripped the edge of the table the security monitors rested atop of. He set his jaw as his exact fears played out before him, mere hours ago. 

   He knew  this man, the one that snuck into the lab you were working in and spiked your water with an unknown substance. It was subtle enough that it would have been missed by an untrained eye, something someone like you would easily miss. If you were even there to witness it. Albert’s teeth strained under the pressure his jaw placed on them as he grinded them together, seething in rage as the world faded at the edges of his vision. All he saw was him, an ultimate betrayal done by the worst scum of the earth.

   It only took a few seconds of flipping through the camera feed for Albert to find who he was looking for. Once he did-

   “You.” He grabbed the man by his collar, snarling as he yanked him into a less monitored and less trafficked hallway. The man almost starts fighting back but stiffens and calms once he realizes who has grabbed him.

   “Wesker.”

   Calm. Casual, even. Albert is seething and this assassin merely grabs his wrist and wrenches his hand from his shirt’s collar.

   “Do you mind?” Albert shoved him against the wall as he glared at him. 

   “Spencer has already grown bored, has he.” It wasn’t a question. The assassin narrowed his eyes.

   “Bored and annoyed. He’s tired of that little whore ruining his reputation.” He glared back at Albert. He gritted his teeth. His fingers popped and strained as he clenched them into a tight fist.

   “Unlike you, she isn’t irreplaceable-” 

   Albert grabbed the man by the face and slammed the back of his head into the pristine, white wall behind him. A sickening CRACK was followed by a stain of red. He felt nothing as the assassin slid to the floor, dazed but not quite dead. Albert rummaged through his pockets, finding only one thing of note. 

    A vial.

   You were poisoned, not infected. It was more of a relief that Albert was willing to admit. He can work with blood toxicity. Your symptoms had manifested early enough that most damage could be circumvented. He hopes… Albert couldn’t keep you here, though. Not here… You shouldn’t be moved but he had no choice. 

   He took you home.

   You were incredibly ill yet the treatment you needed was so very simple. A blue and red herb, combined… Albert had to help you sit up, cradling the back of your head as he fed you the concoction. You nearly couldn’t swallow the medicine, it was so bitter! Somehow you managed and you practically fainted the moment your head rested against a pillow. 

   It was nerve wracking to merely sit aside and monitor your condition. For the first few hours, you didn’t improve. As Albert grew concerned you began to stabilize. Over the coming days, your health continued to improve. Sporadically, you would regain consciousness. You were confused but not wholly disoriented. Good. You often asked for Albert to hold your hand which he obliged without another word. Warm but not clammy. 

   You were getting better every single day.

   One week later and your symptoms all but vanished. Albert was insistent you not push yourself too hard and get even more rest. You did feel a little off still… You acquiesced to his request. “What if I become a bother? I don’t want to-” He never would let you finish. Every time, without fail or faltering, Albert would reassure you that you were right where you needed to be.

   With him, you were safe. 

   You sometimes pretended to sleep while he was around. You weren’t doing anything nefarious, you swear! Sometimes you were tired and you were resting your eyes while he happened to be there… and sometimes you didn’t let him immediately know you were awake. 

   Albert sat beside the bed, in a chair he pulled from his living room. It was uncomfortable, you thought, but he didn’t show it at all. He shifted and you closed your eyes fully. He’s closer… You just know it. A hand brushes against your forehead then gently smooths your hair down. Your ears burn. 

   He always knew you were playing possum. He didn’t mind indulging you, though.

   So pretty- No, so beautiful. Albert’s fingers trace your cheekbone, then down towards your ear. He rubs it between his thumb and forefinger, smiling as you couldn’t hide a smile of your own. You might have the covers pulled up to your nose, but your eyes crinkle when you smile. Unable to hide any longer, you giggle.

   “H-Hey…” You blink up at him, shyly. Albert smiles down at you.

   “Hmm?” Albert strokes your cheek with his thumb. You sigh and find yourself leaning into his touch. 

   What did you want to say…? “Thanks for saving my life.” wasn’t it at all. There was so much you wanted to say, wanted to thank him for, but nothing came to the forefront of your mind. Your heart slammed against your throat, stubbornly screaming exactly what you wanted to say. No… What you wanted to do. 

   Everything you felt bubbled to the surface. The long nights together, working side by side, Albert sheltering you from your shit homelife and now saving your life?! 

   How could you hide what you felt for so long…? 

   You peeled the covers down from your face. Maybe you aren’t so attractive at the moment… When have you showered last? Albert looked at you like you were the only person on the entire planet that he’s ever seen with his own eyes. Just you. Only you… You carefully grazed your fingers against his, until they slipped in between them. He closes the gap, bringing your trembling hand to his lips as he places a kiss against your knuckles. 

   Things that, not so long ago, held you in check no longer mattered to you anymore. Work? Marriage? You didn’t care. It wasn’t real, anyway. You- You were still… 

   You looped your arm around his neck, pulling him down and into a slightly rush, awkward kiss. It was ungraceful but you are scared to miss any more chances you were given. Instead of being taken aback, or at least surprised, Albert returned the kiss! He deepened it, gently guiding you to a more natural and more relaxed position. The tension you felt evaporated, leaving only the want that you have been feeling so long in its place.

   A rush of emotions crashed into Albert. You kissed him first! Giddy. He felt featherlight and giddy as your lips moved against his. A little clumsy, unpracticed. He didn’t want to rush… but you pulled him closer and closer, until he was over top of you, breaking any resolve that he had to take things slow for your sake. 

   He’s waited for so long… 

   Albert slid a hand underneath your shirt. Your skin was warm but not feverish. He was still worried about you… You furrow your brows and lightly pull away from the kiss as he cupped one of your breasts. He immediately stopped.

   “Are you-?”

   “Mhmm- D-Don’t stop…” Your heart was slamming against your ribs. The touch was foreign, new. You liked it even if you were greatly embarrassed. 

   Albert made sure you were comfortable every step of the way. Did he know…? Maybe… You had to collect your thoughts and mentally prepare yourself when he asked if it was okay if he removed your undergarments. 

   Yeah… you are okay with it… You still hid your face in despair as he slid your underwear down and between your legs. 

   “It’s okay if we-” You shook your head, lowering your arm as you met Albert’s eyes. 

   “I-I don’t want to stop… It’s- I-It’s just nerves…” You laughed pathetically. His face softened. You stopped laughing and broke eye contact. 

   The way he touched you soothed your fraying nerves. Gentle but not ticklish. Deliberate but not forceful. He asked but didn’t demand. You felt safe enough to be nervous. Nervous but not scared. You weren’t scared of what Albert was doing to you. You welcomed it. 

   You wanted him even if it would hurt. 

   “Are you-?” You kissed him, silencing the question.

   “J-Jus- do it… Make me yours…” 

   You wanted your first time to at least be somewhat meaningful. Even if you didn’t spend the rest of your life with the person, you wanted to be able to think of it fondly. Albert being your first was everything you had hoped for and then some. 

   It did hurt, or at least, was uncomfortable. He was considerate of you, making sure you were okay, kissing you and dragging his fingers along the sensitive bundle of nerves that made your legs twitch and made the discomfort all the more bearable. You begged him to move and he did so. Slowly. Soon the pain was replaced with mild discomfort, then-

   “O-Oh…” 

   You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as you kissed him deeply. He made you feel so good. There wasn’t a moment where either of you were apart from the other. You felt tears wet your eyes as he climaxed with you. 

   Perfect. Perfect. Perfect- 

   You never wore that damn wedding ring. You never would, either. You renounced that bond, whatever it was supposed to be. A joke, if anything. This is what you’ve been missing out on. Albert held you close, promising you that he would always be here, at your side, no matter what. You can forget that bleak chapter of your life- no, maybe you could even celebrate it. It brought you to him… 

   No matter what would happen to you, you wouldn’t want to be without Albert. If you are together, then you could overcome anything. He promised you that he would always find you, should the worst come to pass. You laughed. “Worst? Nothing can happen to us now!” 

   He didn’t laugh with you that time. Only one thing could happen to you two now.

   Umbrella. 

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Midnight meeting pt.8

Summary: You have been under house arrest in the Avenger´s compound since arriving to that universe, then in a single night your world changes while meeting the newest addition to the team.

Pairing: WandaxFemale!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Nat/Reader. Female!ReaderxWanda Maximoff. Angst, drama, unrequited/requited love. Depression. Fluff. Jealousy. Suggestive themes. Mentions of sex. Top!Reader. Avenger!Reader. Just a love triangle that can have a surprising resolution. Magical!Reader. Swear words. Mentions of violence. Mentios of sex, light smut. R is a dumbass.Mentions of alcohol. Idiots in love.

More warning will be added as the story progess.

Author's Note: So, this is my first try to a Wanda/Reader story and I'm nervous and this has not been betaed and English is not my mother tongue, so I apologise beforehand.

Yes! New chapter and we are closing in, pretty soon, I promise. I just love the drama. Next time there would be a party.

Words: 5,565

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 9 - Part 10 - Epilogue

Part 8 - Misunderstandings

Wanda served the tea in her favourite mug with a distracted gesture.

It was past midnight; sleep had not come easily to her. It had been that way since Y/N left. The young woman sighed, her eyes falling on the ring she now wore every day since Y/N gave it to her. Wanda couldn’t help the wistful smile that appeared on her face when she thought about Y/N; the black and green ring twirled around her finger and the memory of Y/N teasing Wanda, talking to her, sharing with her…

Wanda huffed closing her eyes with a piercing pain going through her chest.

She missed Y/N.

The compound was not the same without her, and the training was not as fun or even as interesting if she wasn’t around. Wanda had trained alongside Sam and Vision, but while she had started opening up to them and joined them from time to time, the truth was she felt lost and you had helped her find comfort. Wanda hated the emptiness in her heart, and she hated even more the fact she felt so much for you and you were probably out there with Romanoff.

“If you keep frowning like that you get wrinkles.” You flashed the younger woman a half smile, Wanda broke into a huge grin putting the mug on the table and making her way towards you.

“Y/N, you’re back!” Her arms wrapped around you hugging you tightly, you returned the embrace with a smile, your heart missing a beat when you caught the smell of her shampoo and the warmth of her body seemed enough to make you forget about the cold of dawn.

 “I am.” You winced when Wanda brushed against your wound, she shot a quick concern, stared at your arm then back at you.

 “You’re hurt?” Wanda lifted a hand tentatively, her eyes wide watching the red stain on the bandages you hadn’t had the chance to change.

“Oh, it’s just a bullet wound.” You couldn’t help the tone of excitement in your tone.

“A bullet wound?” Wanda clenched her jaw; her eyes reflecting fear and anger; her fingers brushed lightly against the wound. “What happened? Are you alright?”

Wanda knew her question was kind of stupid, you were there completely safe and very much alive, it was obvious you were fine. But Wanda couldn’t help the fear gripping her heart, the memory of Pietro still fresh on her mind. The brunette lifted her eyes when your hand closed around hers, the smile on your face was tender.

“I’m fine, it was a scratch.” You shrugged before breaking into excited talk. “You should have seen me, Little Witch, I really kicked ass and got the information we were needing. This was the first time I could use my powers in such a way! It was a rush, you know?”

Wanda heard you amused, her heart melting away as you continued explaining how you fought a group of armed men, how you burned down two floors in a building you were trying to get surveillance from. You really had enjoyed the job, and Wanda was hanging on your every word content to see you were back.

“I think your tea cool down, Wands.” You chuckled when the brunette tried to grab her mug, she made a face but before moving to re heated it you took it from her winking before warming it up with your hands. “Here now it’s warm again.”

“Thank you.” Wanda whispered with a smile.

You went to the other side looking for your own cup and filling the teapot with water, you rolled the watch on your wrist quite shocked by the time.

“And you, Little Witch, are you alright?” You started serving your own tea, turning to see Wanda had been watching you with an unreadable glint in her eyes.

The young woman blinked a couple of times before sitting down. Once you had served your tea you went to sit at her side. Wanda cocked her head locking her eyes with yours.

“I couldn’t sleep.” She shrugged trying to offer you a reassuring smile, though it was not that convincing. “I thought perhaps your tea could help.”

If the witch was to be honest, it had helped.

She didn’t want to mention it, but the last couple of nights her routine had included a warm cup of jasmine tea and her playing around with the ring you had won at the fair. There was comfort in these small gestures, in these small memories she had of you as to not drive herself crazy with the memories of grief and loneliness.

You smiled lifting your mug, “tea always helps.”

Wanda was about to say something else when the figure of Natasha Romanoff appeared right at that moment, the older woman shot you a quick glance before turning her attention to Wanda. You waited for a moment, Natasha made her way towards you standing closer that was probably necessary, her lips curling slightly.

“Fury is going to kill you one of these days.” She stated fully aware of the heavy glare she was receiving from Wanda.

You blinked a couple of times until Natasha lowered her hand in front of herself putting your mobile from a hidden pocket.

“Shit, I forgot the phone again?” You winced chuckling nervously when the redhead gave the phone to you.

“You did. And it was luck I was there to take it with me, but next time you won’t be as lucky so please take it with you. At all times.” Natasha said exasperated though you could see the amusement in her eyes.

“Yes, ma’am.”

Natasha snorted turning to finally centred her attention on Wanda, the young woman was shifting uncomfortable though her eyes never left Natasha or Y/N.

“Good night, Wanda, how are things around here?” Natasha asked in her most neutral tone, you knitted your brows your attention going to Wanda then back to Natasha.

“They have been okay, Agent Romanoff, I hope your mission was okay too.” Wanda lowered her mug, but the tension was quite evident.

Natasha smiled turning her head to look at you then back at Wanda, “Natasha, you can call me by my name if you want to.”

Wanda lifted her stare with shock evident in her eyes, Natasha didn’t show any other emotion but that of a friendly tone. You took another sip from your tea highly confused about the interaction, though right now you were wondering what Natasha was planning, because she was being overly nice to Wanda. A great contrast from the last interaction they had.

Natasha then continued answering the early question, “and the mission went well, though I think I leave Y/N to give you the details.”

You arched an eyebrow at Natasha, the woman faced you with a soft smile on her lips, the glint of sadness you had seen that morning was there. Her hand placing softly on your forearm, and your heart melted at the sight. In another time, in another moment…

“Do you want a cup of tea or something?” You finally asked trying to break the strange tension around the two women.

The cup of tea at midnight is only ours, Wanda clenched her jaw turning away. Natasha didn’t miss her reaction, with a single smile she shrugged lifting her chin.

“I’m beat, I think I’m going to bed.” She finally said squeezing your forearm tenderly.

You took the explanation in understanding; they had arrived almost four hours ago but Fury had asked for a complete report and they weren’t able to leave until some questions about the destruction of the building were answered.

“Good night.” She said leaning in to place a kiss on your cheek, then she offered Wanda a smile and left the same way she came.

All of a sudden, Wanda felt stupid.

Of course, Y/N and Natasha were looking friendlier than before, they had spent almost a week alone doing who knew what, and in what circumstances.

They have been screwing one another since before I even came here. Wanda couldn’t help the bitterness in her thoughts, nor the fact you were still glancing at the door where Natasha had just disappeared.

I´m an idiot. Wanda tried to hide the hurt she knew her eyes were reflecting at the moment, her heart twisting painfully in her chest.

“Hey, Wands, are you alright?” Your question came in innocently, you had seen the sudden change in the young woman. Her eyes were gleaming with unshed tears.

Wanda nodded offering a weak smile, “Yes, I just…I think I’m going to bed.”

She didn’t give you a chance to say or do something, Wanda merely disappeared down the same hall Natasha had gone to.

You were left alone in the kitchen.

With your eyes closed, you left the mug on the counter turning to the upper cabinets. You don’t know what had happened, but you sure as hell needed something stronger than tea. After a couple of seconds, you gourd what you were looking for.

A good bottle of tequila and some music was what you needed to clear up your thoughts.

The morning could bring clarity you didn’t see at the moment. And perhaps, you could build the courage to make a move on Wanda. Yep, tomorrow would be a new day, and you would get the courage to do what you wanted to do.

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The courage never came. And you realized how much of a dumbass you were.

After that first mission your relationship with Natasha changed. It was subtle, nothing that many would notice but you did; it was kind of hard to miss it when you had spent more than a year with the other woman by your side in many ways. She put distance between the both of you and, while you understood and respect her, it still hurt. And while the both of you still talk, laugh and trained together whenever you got the chance, you knew it was not the same.

This wasn’t the only changed in your life, no.

There was something bothering Wanda, but so far you hadn’t been successful in finding out what it was. Your training sessions with her went back to normal with you taking the first part and Natasha the second; the tension they shared was still there, but it had transformed from a sort of passive-aggressive sessions into a competition. With you however, it had become an instance in which she was always tense.

You were not one to give up, though.

The sitcom night, and the midnight tea were still there but Wanda was always careful in what she said or how closed to you she was. It wasn’t like before, you would try to flirt with her but, while Wanda still got fluster and coy about it…she got a look in her eyes that took her back to the initial detachment.

It was more frustrating when you noticed one day, she didn’t behave like this with Vision.

The work around the Avengers compound had multiplied after that first mission. Vision finally got to join the team and was working side by side with you on some decryption and interpretation. Working with Vision was quite fun, he was like a kid with some of his questions about social relations, and he was a genius in other aspects. And you loved it. Up until he started making questions about romantic relationships and Wanda.

Then you hated him. Just a little.

You let go of the stones you had been lifting with your powers, they fell harshly against the calming waters of the lake. The thoughts inside your head had been spiralling out of control, your emotions going rampant, and the reason was standing just a couple of metres away from you. Her laughter filled the small clearing, Vision stood there furrowing his words trying to find in his words what had made the young woman laugh.

“Damn, I still can’t believe you can do that without your mind.” Sam crossed his arms looking impressed, you chuckled lifting some ground only to put it back in place. “You can freeze the lake?”

You snickered your left arm sliding in a big circle in front of you, your right leg advancing and while you didn’t freeze the lake you did with the water close by.

“Yep, not the whole lake but I can.” Sam pursed his lips nodding.

“I still don’t get it how it works.”

“Well, for what I understood it’s like elemental magic,” You shrugged furrowing your words. “I do remember Thor promised me a trip to Asgard to learn more about it.”

“And a trip you shall have, Y/N!!” Thor boomed coming to you looking impressed. “But after today’s celebrations! Your mighty deed needs to be honoured!”

You snorted looking away to hide your blush, Tony had announced a great Founding would take place and all and every Avenger available was to go there. That included you, you were about to be introduced to the world as an Avenger; everything was ready, your clothes and your stuff were waiting back in your room for you. It had been an amazing feeling, and Tony promised a huge party right after the Function was over, everyone was really waiting patiently for what the afternoon would bring. Your eyes went to Wanda once more. If only…

“You do know her mighty deed partially destroyed a building that didn’t need destroying, right?” Sam intervened, you rolled your eyes but Thor was plain confused, for him a victory was a victory.

“Key word is partially.” You retorted. “And I have to do it because we were being shot at and we didn’t have a way out.”

“Right, we never do.” Sam and you laughed with Thor joining in. For a brief moment your eyes met with those of Wanda, your heart fluttered at the sight of her smile but just as easy as it had come it was gone in a moment.

You sighed returning your attention to the lake and the men around you, Thor put a hand on his chin and his eyes went from you to his hammer then back at you.

“What?” You asked narrowing your eyes.

“You have advanced in the use of your magic, how have you done so without a master?”

You opened your eyes at the question, then your face broke into a smile.

“But I have!” This time around Sama and Thor were confused.

“Who? Wanda?” Sam asked doubtfully.

“Of course not, her magic is different.” You retorted rolling your eyes. “Tony and Bruce.”

Thor looked affronted right now, his hand closing on the handle of his hammer.

“They never told me they knew how to do magic.”

“No, they don’t.” You rolled your eyes when the other two were looking baffled and still confused. “Science is magic, Thor. If my magic is elemental then, the manipulation of the elements can be done through science.”

Thor opened his eyes in realization, his features softening as he remembered a conversation he had with Jane at some point. Science was the magic of Midgard.

“How is science helping you with that?” Sam was curious now, you shrugged stretching out your hand and freezing another portion of the water in the lake.

“Understanding how everything works, it helps for me to organize my thoughts and chose what I want to do.” You furrowed your brows glancing at your hands. “It’s difficult because I’m not a very knowledgeable person in these aspects, but Tony and Bruce sometimes take the time to explain some reactions and then…I just translate them into magic.”

“That’s quite smart,” Sam pursed his lips impressed, you snorted offended.

“Why does it surprise you?”

“You’re a dumbass,” Sam shrugged pointing with his head to where Wanda and Vision where still talking. You shifted looking away with a flush.

“I’m not a dumbass, I just…” Sam placed a hand on your shoulder.

“You are, but I understand. I would be very careful with my choices because either one of them could kill me in my sleep.”

“Oh, shut up.” You rolled your eyes, your shoulders dropped and you were about to ask Sam what he would do when Thor cleared his throat.

Sam and you turned to Thor who was twirling his hammer in his hands, he had a thoughtful expression and once more his eyes went from you to his hammer.

“I have seen you really have grown into a mighty hero, Y/N.” Sam and you glanced at one another, but the frown of Sam told you you weren’t the only one thinking this line of thought was strange.

“Okay? Thank you.” You stepped back when a mischievous grin show on the god’s face.

“How about we taste those powers of yours?” Thor presented his hammer and you lifted your hands in a terrified gesture.

“I don’t need that question answer, Thor.” Thor furrowed his brows shaking his head.

“Oh, no. Not to see if you are worthy, I want to see if you can handle the thunder.”

Sam crossed his arms, a part of him was telling him this was a bad idea. But another part of him was still curious about your powers. He glanced at Thor then back at you, then shrugged.

“It could work.” He said and you gapped at him.

“It could work? It could kill me!” You exclaimed, but Thor shook his head.

“I can control the intensity of the charge,” he shrugged, “and you said you had learnt the magic of this world. You should be ready for everything.”

You knew the moment you agreed to this with a half-smile that you were a dumbass. They did have a point, and you had already asked about this at some point. Of course, the warnings from both, Tony and Bruce, went right through you.

“If you really can control the intensity…then, I guess it shouldn’t be that bad.”

“Attagirl, let’s do it.” Sam stood far away from you and Thor, he was also grinning with his arms crossed.

“I thought you want to see this, Falcon!” You screamed out at him, the man nodded lifting a single finger.

“I do but…” This time around he tried to speak only for you to hear, knowing Wanda was close by. “If something were to happen, Maximoff and Romanoff are going to kill Thor, and if you survive they will kill you as well, but I will be here saying that I opposed to the idea.”

“Survival of the mightiest.” You said dryly, Sam nodded satisfied.

“Exactly.”

“Are you ready, Y/n?”

You focused all your attention on Thor, you never noticed Wanda looking back at you ignoring Vision with a frown on her face.

“As ready as I can be, Thor. Give me your worst.”

The Asgardian god lifted his hand calling upon his thunder, you took a deep breath separating your legs concentrating the flow of energy inside you. There was a dim light of silver forming around your iris, your hands clenched tightly and then subtly lifting your index and middle finger together.

Your eyes opened wide, the wind around you twirled along with pieces of dust and rocks. You sensed it more than saw it, you lifted your right hand only two fingers stretched up to the sky.  You winced when the thunder came into contact with your fingertips, your eyes changing colour turning a bright blue silver.

It was overwhelming.

Your whole body was completely charged with energy and power you didn’t know how to control, it made you feel excited. The thunder flowing through your fingers moving around your body looking for a way out, and you knew how to do it. But at that moment, something else happened. You sensed someone else. A different kind of energy, your name being screamed out into the emptiness and your left arm stretched out and the thunder found its way out of your body and then everything exploded in a myriad of power and explosions.

It was as if you were coming out of a trance, you blinked once, then twice and finally the world was back to normal. You were breathing hard, small sparks of energy coming from your fingertips. Thor screamed excitedly, while Sam was cursing loudly talking fast and you could hardly make his words out.

“Y/N.” That voice you recognized, you turned sharply to see an enraged Wanda coming your way. Her eyes gleaming red, her mouth moving but you couldn’t make out her words.

The last thing you saw was the change in her face, it went from angered to worried in a second and she was running towards you, her hand stretched out with red magic coming out of her hands. The last thing you thought was just how beautiful Wanda was and how lucky you would be if she were to say yes.

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The first thing you noticed was a hand. 

It was holding yours tightly, a tender caress of a thumb on top of the back of your hand. It was comforting. It was familiar. 

Then, came the buzzing of energy flowing through your body. It was exhilarating, and indescribable, you felt as if you could lift a thousand pounds or jump from one end of the Grand Canyon to the other. As if you could fly. 

Finally, all your senses were on overdrive. Hence why the hand holding yours woke you up. You opened your eyes only to close them again, a groan leaving your mouth. The hand let go of yours, and you felt disappointed. The warmth it provided disappeared leaving only emptiness instead. 

"What happened?" You finally asked with a hand on your forehead, you shifted blinking a couple of times before your eyes settled on the person in the room. "Wanda?" 

The young woman was hugging herself, her eyes completely focused on you. Once you could sit up and pay attention to her you realized she was upset. Extremely upset. Her eyes held a myriad of emotions, her gestures showed she was not only worried but also mad and scared. 

"What were you thinking?" She spat out lowering her gaze, you were about to speak when the door opened. You cringed when now you were subject to a pair of glaring eyes.

"She wasn't." Natasha's voice was cold, and if Wanda was looking upset, Natasha was looking enraged. 

"I can't believe you will do something so stupid." Natasha didn't scream or even raised her voice, yet the way she was talking to you made you winced 

"You could have killed yourself."

"No, I wouldn't." You replied scowling. 

"How do you know?" This time Wanda spoke, her voice broke at the end of the question. 

Your heart dropped at the sight, and for the first time you realized that while for you it had been an amazing experience the women in there did not think the same. You lifted a trembling hand, sparks of blue forming on your fingertips with a pleading stare you try to show them that you knew everything would be fine. 

The little trick didn't work, Natasha took a deep breath and Wanda scowled at the display. 

"You were out for more than six hours, Y/N." Wanda kept her hands tightly wrapped around her arms, she shot Natasha a quick glance then focused her eyes on you. 

"You really scare us, Y/N." Natasha continued and her voice sounded tired. “All of us, Tony is scowling Thor for being an idiot, and Steve is taking care of Sam.”

You had to held back your laughter, it was as if the three of you were kids being scolded at by adults. You probably were, and you knew you wouldn’t hear the end of it anytime soon. Why you had to pass out?

“I’m sorry.” You finally said, you lifted your eyes to glance at Natasha then at Wanda. “I really I am. We were…I just…I wanted to test my powers, and I had been curious about the thunder.”

Natasha took a deep breath, holding back the overwhelming fear she felt when Tony told her you were being taken to the medical bay. Wanda was not better though she tried to keep away from the conversation, her eyes going from you to Natasha and every time she did she hugged herself tighter.

“You are…” Natasha started but you interrupted her.

“A dumbass, I know.” You leaned back on the bed wincing, the gesture made Wanda take a step further but Natasha was faster and she was at your side with a hand on your arm.

“Are you alright?” She asked but your eyes were on Wanda’s, you had seen the brokenness in them.

“Yeah, just…sore? I’m not really sure…” Before anything else could be said the door opened and a Doctor entered the room smiling brightly at all the presents. 

"Good, you're awake. Let's see how you're doing and check if you have any internal bleeding or burns."

Wanda flinched her eyes wide open, you rolled your eyes with Natasha glaring at the doctor then back at you. 

"You better not, or I will personally kill you for being an idiot." Natasha all but spat out.

You snorted smiling at the older woman knowing by the glint behind her eyes that you would pay for this later on. Wanda for her part had her eyes in your joined hands, the words of the doctor had gripped her heart in fear but the sight of you holding Natasha's hand had her heart shattered. She looked away wiping away her tears before strolling towards the door ready to leave. 

"Hey, Wanda…" you called out to her, offering a comforting smile that soon dropped when you realized she had tears in her eyes. You tried to sit up but Natasha and Dr.Cho tried to stop you. "Are you alright? Look, if Dr.Cho is smiling that means I won't die."

You tried to laugh it out but Wanda didn't even look at you, Natasha smacked you in the arm and Dr.Cho just rolled her eyes. Wanda took a deep breath holding back her tears and refusing to look back at you 

"I think I better go; I can't stand you.. Your lack of interest in your own well-being.”

Natasha had her eyes on Wanda, her eyes piercing the young woman until she left. When she returned her attention to you, your eyes were still glued to the door. It hurt to see those raw emotions in your eyes, and it hurt even more knowing you wanted something but didn't know how to get it. 

“She brought you here.” Dr.Cho commented lightly, “she was really frantic and Captain had to clam her down so I could come and see what had happened.”

You swallowed down your emotions, nodding with a bitter smile on your face.

“I see. Sorry I worried everyone without any need.”

The doctor made a sound with her tongue, “you are fine, physically. Perhaps a little sore but I am guessing is not pain what you feel.”

You opened your eyes nodding, “No, it’s just…like…I don’t know, overdrive? I feel that if I don’t do something soon I’m going to explode.”

Natasha snorted and Doctor Cho smiled at you.

“Like a drug.” She explained. “Be careful, even if you feel this need to do something, you better be sure how much you’re going to do. The overdrive you feel is perhaps due to the voltage you received, I don’t know how you did it or how it work, but it seems what it did was increased and merge with your powers instead of going to your body or your organs.”

You furrowed your brows thoughtfully, your fingers wiggling slowly until you saw small sparks in them. Blue sparks like thunder.

“Only you would do something so stupid and come out with a new discovery.” Natasha stood up making her way to the door. “You better get ready because you are not escaping the Function today. And it is almost time.”

Natasha left and you were left alone with Doctor Cho who was glancing at you thoughtfully.

“So, can I go?” You asked tilting your head.

“Yes.” She said stepping aside while you got ready to leave. “You know…they had been here since you arrived?”

You stopped but didn’t look at the other woman.

“They were really worried about you, perhaps Wanda more so than Romanoff.” Doctor Cho commented casually. “Natasha knew you were going to be fine, but Wanda was looking lost.”

You nodded standing up with your shoes on your hands. You flashed the doctor a grateful grin before making your way towards the door.

“Thank you, Doctor. I will…I will talk to her.”

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You didn’t have the opportunity to speak with Wanda.

As soon as you left the medical bay, Steve and Tony came at you with the same scolding and the same warnings. After being at the end of their reprimand, Steve ordered you back to your room to get ready and Tony asked you to meet him the next day to discuss what you had done. This time around you knew Tony was going to ask a different set of questions, so you were ready to discover more about your powers. About this feeling of power you had inside you at the moment.

The party was the Annual Fundraiser made by Stark Industries to get new investors or new deals in the industry. The last two years, though this event had turned out in an exclusive party Stark had made out by capitalizing on the Team. 

Not only they got money for the relief teams to help the victims or those affected during their missions. But they also established social and economic relations that had helped the public image of the team. 

Something they needed after what happened in Sokovia. 

You stared at the mirror with a critical eye, there was light makeup on your face, your hair fell down your back in a soft cascade and the clothes Tony sent you fit you perfectly, it was the kind of things you always wanted to use for a party. 

Natasha had warned you about the event, last year you were in a different building talking to different people. Now, you were an Avenger and the world was about to find out. 

You grabbed your phone, your weapon and exited the room busy doing a mental check of everything you were supposed to have with you that you didn't see the other figure leaving her room until you crashed against them. 

Your breath caught in your throat, eyes going wide while a dust of red settled on your cheeks. Wanda was looking breathtakingly beautiful. 

"Wanda…" Your mouth was completely dry, and your eyes couldn't help but wander around her body taking in every detail, every colour of the dress she was wearing. 

Wanda couldn't help the bashful smile that appeared on her face, or the way her heart sped up at your appreciative stare. 

"I like your clothes, Y/N they make you look handsome." Wanda broke the silence; you blinked a moment shaking your head while placing a distracted hand behind your head. 

"I look handsome?" You knew you were blushing but didn't care. Wanda's compliment was everything at that moment. 

"You do." Wanda tried to bite her lower lip; she had her hands on her abdomen trying to keep herself from wiggling then as was her habit when nervous.

"Well, I… I don't know about me but you…" You shook yourself from the stupor standing closer to the witch. "Wanda I don't think there are words in any language to describe how amazing you look tonight."

It was a pretty smooth move; Wanda felt the heat rise to her face while you offered your arm to her. 

"If you don't mind, can I escort you through the event?" You hoped she couldn't hear the beating of your heart, or how nervous you really felt. "That's it, if you're not mad at me for what happened this morning."

You thought Wanda would either laughed it out or scolded at you for doing something so dangerous and stupid. But the young woman's face dropped and a flash of hurt and sadness went through her eyes. You stepped closer, your hand on hers. 

"Hey, I really am okay, and I promised to not try and do something again. “You said, mistaking her reaction, "I even pinkie swear to Natasha…". 

As soon as you mentioned Natasha, Wanda stiffened, stepping back and away from your touch. You frowned with your stomach dropping at the reaction. 

"It's not that, it's… I already promised Vis I will come with him."

"Vis?" You blinked in confusion; Wanda nodded looking everywhere but at you. 

"He thought it would be good."

Your face dropped, and as it usually happened to you, the break heart came at you in the form of anger. You clenched your mouth shut, making a gesture with your head. 

"I see. Good then… let's go, we don't want Vis or Natasha to keep waiting." The words were out before you could stop them, a wave of satisfaction washed over you when you saw the hurt glint in Wanda's eyes but, as soon as the satisfaction came it left you with a big hole in your heart and an overwhelming sadness.

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You guys hope you like this one.

Permanent tag! @dandelions4us @anxiousgoldengirl @dark-hunter16

#Wanda/Reader #ReaderxWanda #F!Reader/Wanda Maximoff #Avengers #Natasha/Reader mentions #Y/N/Wanda #Reader #Wanda Maximoff #Natasha Romanoff #Wanda x Reader #Wanda Maximoff x Reader #MCU #avengers aou #Suggestive themes #mentions of sex #some light smut

[youchangedmedestiel]

I haven't got the time to work on my fics lately, especially last week. I was busy and my brain couldn't focus on that. So I didn't even write a single word. And I miss it. Fortunately, next week will be calmer so I'll be able to.

In the meantime, if you didn't get the chance to read those, here are the last 6 fanfics I wrote (every fics are based on canon with little changes obviously), each link is on the titles:

SMUT

Thanked as deserved: Post 15x19

Castiel stays at the bunker, while Sam and Eileen go to hunt what happens to be a new kind of wraith. And Dean goes to work on his own werewolf case alone, he needs time to think now that Cas is back from the Empty. When he comes back from the hunt, he has a small cut on his cheek and his muscles are sore, Castiel offers to take care of the last one and thanks him for saving people, saving the world, like he deserves it. He doesn’t just massage his back.

Inspiring Fanfiction: Post 10x05, I updated this one with a 2nd smutty chapter

Dean discovers fanfics about Destiel, thanks to Marie, the high school girl that directed the show about their lives. She sent him some fic links to read, when she saw his reaction about Destiel. That’s how Dean ends up reading the one fiction that disturbs him in a way he couldn’t have imagine. And then I have to face Cas at some point.

NO SMUT

A gift to listen and keep: If you're still in a Christmas mood. Post 12x14, famous mixtape mentioned.

The brothers are back on good terms with their mother after the Alpha vampire was killed by Sam at the British Men of Letters' headquarters. Dean forgave her for working with them. He got scared of losing her again. Plus he - they - almost lost Cas not so long ago. So he decided that those reasons, and his mother being back from the dead should be good enough to celebrate Christmas this year.

Need for comfort: 14x08

Jack just died. Sam leaves the kitchen first after their drinking session to mourn Jack together as a family, leaving Dean and Cas alone. They drink a little bit more, just the two of them. Then Cas decides to leave the kitchen, but Dean calls him once he is in the hallway. The angel turns around and comes back to Dean.

There is nothing stupid about you and me: 10x09

Dean and Cas are on their burger date while Sam searches on how to find Claire. They talk about the Mark, but their conversation doesn’t just stop there like on the show. Instead, Dean tells Cas about the high school kids’ show about their lives, based on Chuck’s books, Sam and he attended to. He even mentions Marie and her view on Cas and Dean’s relationship, allowing him to know how Cas feels about it.

Healing guilt: Post 11x03

Dean refuses to be healed by Cas, after Cas beat him when he was under Rowena’s dog spell, because he feels guilty about almost killing Cas when he had the Mark of Cain. But Cas thinks about a plan to heal him anyway without Dean knowing.

#destiel #deancas #castiel #dean winchester #some fanfiction to read #self promotion #canon fic #canon compliant #smut and fluff #kissing #some have light angst #I hope you'll like those at least one of them #it's to be patient while I work on new ones #I hope to finish a fic for next weekend #I'm working on two different fics #here's a little teaser #one is with human!cas living at the bunker #and dean has a realization as he sees cas's hips #he loves those #who doesn't #ANYWAY #the 2nd one is from episode 12x10 lily sunder has some regrets #they don't talk to each other #but who needs talking when you hear longing? #they are still bickering #but also they have sex about it #it's smuttier from what I usually write #I try as much as I can to stay true to the characters #writing is hard #my destiel fanfic

[themeganator5000]

Ayo, who ordered the 4k smut fic for the 40-year-old yaoi ship?? 🛎️👋👩‍🍳

#hope y’all are hungry!! i know i am! (<- she hasn’t eaten dinner yet bc she’s been editing this fic) #discworld #rinceflower #rincewind #twoflower #the color of magic #the light fantastic #the luggage #i can’t believe i just started reading this series a month ago and i’ve already written a whole smut fic #i’m so proud of myself 🥹 #it’s been toooo long since i wrote some good ol’ fashioned hanky-panky <3 #my writing #anyway this was a blast and a half and i hope i can write more discworld stuff in the future!! #i got the whole series ahead of me so i’ll be here for a while 🥰

[ohbo-ohno]

tagged by @alwaysshallow in this post!! yes i do love quizzes like this!!!!

im obsessed with how inaccurate this is lmaoo. i'm not sure i've ever written real, actual, pure fluff, but i love the faith in me this quiz has

i'll tag anyone who wants to do this :)

#tag game #ONE of my kinktober prompts was fluff with some light smut #(gaz x reader with lingerie)