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crystallinestars · 16 days

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NSFW Alphabet - Argenti

Argenti needs more love, and I am here to deliver. It's surprisingly hard to lewd this man. Argenti my beloved, I'm sorry v_v

Maybe one day I will have it in me to write a nsfw scenario for him.

Argenti x fem!Reader

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Very good at aftercare. The KING of aftercare, even. Argenti pampers you to the moon and back after sex. You want water? Fresh bedsheets? Cuddles and kisses? Be carried to the bathroom for a bath? He’ll do it all and more, you need only ask. He’s so devoted to ensuring you’re happy and comfortable, that he will even neglect his own needs to prioritize yours. If you pamper him in return, his heart will swell with affection, so expect to be trapped in a cuddle for quite a while afterward.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

As a Knight of Beauty, Argenti takes care to make all of himself look beautiful. He values his appearance as a whole, as much as each individual body part. As such, I don’t think he has a favorite body part on himself, but I do think he pays a little extra attention to his face since it’s the only visible body part. He always looks so handsome, you can’t tell me he doesn’t take care to look that good.

As for you, Argenti likes your eyes and lips. He feels most connected to you during lovemaking when he can gaze into your eyes and see the love and joy you feel being this intimate with him. He also adores your lips because he loves to kiss them, especially when he’s buried deep in your pussy.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Prefers to ejaculate inside because he’d rather not dirty your pretty skin with his cum. Argenti produces a fair amount of cum because he seldom masturbates.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

The first time Argenti saw you partially nude (walked in on your changing or saw you in a swimsuit, etc), the image of your body was stuck in his mind. He’s usually good at resisting lustful urges, but something about the sight of your figure awakened a desire to place his mouth all over your skin. He wanted to worship your body the way he believed you deserved, to kiss every inch of you, and whisper compliments into your skin.

He wanted to make love to you.

The realization made him feel guilt and shame for thinking of you in such a lustful manner despite you being his partner. The feelings only went away when the two of you finally had sex for the first time. Being able to act on the urges of worshiping your body made your first time an unforgettable experience for him, among other things.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Has no experience. He took up the knightly conduct early in his life and has abstained from worldly pleasures all for the sake of honing his devotion to the path of Beauty. That said, Argenti isn’t clueless about sex and how to please a woman. With some time, he will learn all the ways in which to touch you to make your body sing and your voice come out in wanton moans. He will study your body, memorizing all the ways you like to be touched, where your pleasure spots are, and how fast to go. He is devoted to pleasing you the same way he is devoted to the pursuit of Beauty, so rest assured that he will learn quickly and efficiently. He’ll have you reduced into a moaning mess in no time.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Classic missionary because he likes to see your face and make eye contact with you. Plus, it allows him to lift your hips up or hike your legs onto his shoulders for a deeper angle, as well as hold your hand as you both approach orgasm—what’s not to like?

Argenti also enjoys fucking you while standing. Not even with your back braced against a wall, but supporting you in midair while using his hands to move your hips up and down on his cock. You tend to cling to him more tightly this way, which he likes.

He also likes cowgirl in the event you feel like taking charge. The sight of you enjoying yourself with his body is a turn-on for him. Of course, he’ll want to thrust up into you while you ride him but will do his best to remain still if you ask him to.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He tries to be serious, but due to how corny his words can be, the situation can unintentionally become goofy when he tries too hard to praise you. He only wants to tell you how beautiful and enchanting you look while in the throes of passion, but if you laugh at his words, he won’t take offense. If you’re enjoying yourself and having fun, then your smile and laughter are enough even if they weren’t the intended result.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Very well groomed. He has a patch of darker red hair that’s well-maintained at all times.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very romantic. Though it’s novel to a lonesome wanderer like him, Argenti loves the intimacy that sex brings. To him, sex doesn’t just link your bodies, but also your hearts and minds. It’s an ultimate connection, one that happens as a result of your trust and love for one another.

If possible, he likes to set the mood with some candles and rose petals, maybe give you a massage or take a bath together. Argenti likes to take his time and build up towards the main act.

He whispers praises and words of love into your ear as he thrusts into you, presses his lips to your skin and runs his hands along your body as if you were a sacred treasure, and intertwines his fingers with yours the closer you get to orgasm. He practically worships you during lovemaking, and you better believe that he won’t shut up about how much he loves you.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Rarely masturbates, if at all. As mentioned, Argenti discarded worldly pleasures when pursuing the path of Beauty, which also includes sexual pleasures. He remained chaste up until he met you. Argenti tried to resist the allure of lust when he started a romantic relationship with you, and was pretty successful. He feels guilty masturbating, feeling that he is breaking some sort of conduct by doing so. Would feel double the guilt for imagining you in sexual situations while jacking off to thoughts of you, finding it like a sacrilege against you, so he abstained from that until you two had sex for the first time. He still avoids masturbating if he can (his self-restraint is godly), but will indulge you if you’re horny.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Despite his chasteness and knightly chivalry, I think Argenti is a kinky beast deep down.

He’s into roleplaying as your devoted knight with you as his princess or noble lady. Is also super into being used for your pleasure, so you can tie him up or give him commands that he’ll be more than happy to follow through. He finds it exciting to give control to you and have you use him to get off.

However, he also finds it equally as exciting to take charge and touch you in the places you like until you’re reduced to a whimpering, moaning mess under him, twitching from overstimulation. It all depends on what you’re into. Argenti is very versatile and open to many things, so as long as you’re getting off, so is he.

He also loves to give and receive praise and body worship. He likes giving a lot more, but is happy to receive your touch and compliments. He especially loves it when you tell him how good you feel or moan for him since it lets him know he’s doing a good job of pleasing you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Somewhere private and comfortable for you, so most of the time the ideal location ends up being the bedroom. He just wants you to rest on something soft for the sake of your comfort, and to avoid having anyone see you in such a vulnerable state without your consent.

He’s open to taking you on the couch or the bath if you’re up for it. Honestly, I think he will make love to you almost anywhere in the house if you say you want him here and now. That said, he’s also open to having sex outdoors, provided you’re in a secluded spot with little chance of being walked in on. He finds the idea of making love to you on a beach or in a field of flowers somewhat romantic.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Argenti’s self-restraint is immense and he can ignore carnal temptations all too easily, so it’s not easy to get him going. What can make that restraint crack is if you whisper in his ear that you want him. You need him to take you, to make love to you. That you want to be closer to him the way only lovers can. Argenti can’t resist the romantic proposition since he wants to please you and connect with you on an even deeper level.

Although he can ignore carnal temptations, he finds it hard to resist the sigh of you in pleasure. If he catches you masturbating or looking needy, it will affect him as your romantic partner. You’re just so cute and enticing, that all he wants is to make you feel good and take you to the heights of pleasure.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Will not hurt you. He’s very worried about your safety and comfort, so Argenti refuses to do extreme things like choke you, or knife play. Also isn’t into watersports, since he finds the act disrespectful.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Argenti prefers to give oral as opposed to receive it. He finds great enjoyment in making you feel good. It arouses him a lot to see your blissed-out expression and hear your moans as he buries his face between your legs. He will concede if you want to blow him, but he would much rather use his mouth on you as opposed to the other way around.

Might be a bit clumsy at the start, but he devotes himself to learning exactly how you like to be eaten out. He experiments quite a bit with how to use his tongue, attentively listening to your feedback and directions for where and when to flatten it or point the tip, how to suck on your folds, and how to tease your clit with his tongue. He becomes a master at it.

He’ll readily get down on his knees to bury his face into your pussy, or have you sit on his face. He’s okay with any position, just please let him make you feel good, princess.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Argenti is very good at reading your cues, so he’s able to deduce if you want it harder or more gentle. He matches whatever it is you want without complaint, since as mentioned, he is all about making you feel good.

If asked for his personal preference, then he would reply that he likes to take it slow and sensual. Argenti doesn’t want to just fulfill a carnal desire—to him, sex is a way to deepen his connection with you on an emotional and spiritual level, so he sees it as an opportunity to make love to you.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Personally doesn’t prefer them, but if you’re horny, then he will indulge you. They’re not as good for him since Argenti likes to take his time to show appreciation for you and your body with lots of foreplay and sweet words, plus he has extremely good control of his desires, so he doesn’t see a need for quickies. If you’re desperate for him, though, then who is he to turn you away when you are so needy?

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

To an extent, yes. Argenti is no stranger to putting himself at risk due to his occupation as a Knight, so he is open to trying new things with you in the bedroom. He’ll try almost anything once. The only caveat is that he won’t try anything that could hurt you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Argenti can go for as many rounds are your pretty heart desires because his stamina is just that good. You can thank his knightly training for that.

He lasts for quite a while each round. You usually end up climaxing first (multiple times, even) before he achieves his own orgasm. If you want to go again, then he’ll eat you our or finger you until his refractory passes, and he’ll fuck you senseless again.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Doesn’t own any toys, but has no issues if you own and use some on yourself. He’s open to having toys used on him and to use them on you, and derives some enjoyment out of the novelty of the experiences. However, Argenti ultimately prefers to feel your warm and loving touch as opposed to the cold plastic of a sex toy.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

No man in Star Rail will cave quicker to your pleas than Argenti. He just can’t deny you when you ask him for something, especially if that something is his love and touch. As such, he doesn’t tease you during sex.

The only exception would be him denying you sex when he considers the timing inopportune, such as if he has to quickly head out to handle a monster or go on a long journey. During such cases, he might unintentionally tease you by giving you passionate kisses and touches but never actually go all the way with you due to how busy he is. He doesn’t experience a need for sex the way you do, so he doesn’t always realize that he might be teasing you with his touches.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

His voice is fairly soft and low when he moans since he’d rather hear your pretty voice moaning for him. Argenti does talk a lot, though. He showers you with praises and compliments, saying how beautiful you look all spread out and needy for him, or how well you take his cock. He’s never crass with his language, instead, he’s more… polite? Regardless, he says everything with reverence because he’s just that enamored by you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Underneath all that armor, Argenti sports quite a few scars from his past battles. He is not ashamed of them, but does find it endearing when you kiss the scarred tissue as if trying to comfort him. Your tender kisses make him feel loved.

However, if there are parts of your body that you are insecure about (cellulite, stretch marks, scars, or extra fat, etc), then Argenti does his best to show love to those areas and tell you that you’re beautiful, no matter how negatively you think of yourself. His words are not just empty compliments because he genuinely means them from the heart. To Argenti, you are beautiful. He will love you no matter what you look like because what he loves most about you is who you are on the inside. He believes that your inner beauty reflects on your outward appearance, too.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Has a very pretty cock. 6 inches in length and 5 in girth, with a reddish tip and a slight curve to the right.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Argenti has a low sex drive. As mentioned previously, Argenti’s self-control is extremely good because he disciplined himself to ignore worldly desires, so he doesn’t desire sex (or at least manages to suppress those desires to the point of not recognizing them). He can happily be in a romantic relationship with you without ever having sex, but can also happily indulge you if that’s something you want.

Once he experiences the pleasures of sex, though, he does worry a little about it affecting his dedication to the Path of Beauty and upholding the knightly conduct.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

It takes Argenti a while to fall asleep. He’s usually not too tired after finishing a session of lovemaking with you and uses the time to cuddle and give you aftercare. If you fall asleep in his arms shortly after, then he’ll smile in endearment and kiss you on the forehead before tucking you in. He tries to stay as long as he can with you before going about his duties or settling in to sleep, as well.

@coreakin-sakarat It's not much, but I tried my best.

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mymainwastoocluttered · 1 year

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Birthday Cake (Sebek Zigvolt)

There's actually a tradition about birthday cakes back where the Prefect comes from.

Original idea by @strawberry-pie-thoughts

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

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“Sebek, for the love of God, just give it to Malleus already!”

Sebek knows very well that he has been staring at the first slice of his birthday cake for an inordinate period of time, and that he definitely should give it away already so the festivities could go on. But he finds himself in a terrible impasse: who to give his first slice to?

He’d like to say that as soon as the Prefect told him about the tradition, he immediately thought of giving it to his Young Master. After all, there is no one in Twisted Wonderland that Sebek adores more than his Young Master. Every breathing moment of his existence exists for him to enjoy the Young Master’s sublime existence, every heartbeat of his exists for him to serve his Young Master and every inch of his body exists to make sure the Young Master has the wonderful life he deserves.

Sadly, that’d be a lie.

Because Sebek finds himself terribly conflicted.

Every moment he is not busy with school, or attending to his Lord, he is thinking or interacting with the Ramshackle Housewarden.

And he loves it.

And he doesn’t even hate that he loves it.

Lord Lilia told him those thoughts were most likely symptoms of a crush.

Past Sebek would’ve scoffed—secretly, of course, not to disrespect his tutor—at such a notion.

Present Sebek finds himself wanting to give the first slice of his birthday cake to the girl.

“Ace, shut up!” said girl scolds the loud Heartslabyul boy before turning to Sebek with a smile. “Don’t mind him, Sebek, it’s your cake. Take your time.”

See? How is he supposed to not develop feelings for the Prefect when she smiles at him so sweetly and touches his arm supportively?

“Sebek, you have my permission to give the first slice of cake to whoever you deem fit,” Master Malleus’ deep voice brings attention to him. Two blindingly colorful pointy hats sit on his horns mockingly, but his Young Master looks so happy with them that Sebek doesn’t have the heart to protest such disrespect.

“... right,” he finally says, swallowing dryly. He will deny the slight shake of his hands as he brings the plate closer to the only human he likes. “Then, here. Take it.”

“... you sure?”

“Just take it!”

“Ok!”

The frown quickly dissolves from his face as the girl takes a forkful of cake to her mouth and squeals in delight, thanking him with her cheeks ful in a typical show of terrible manners.

It’d also be a lie if Sebek were to say he didn’t find it endearing.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #x fem reader #twst imagines #sebek zigvolt x reader #sebek zigvolt #a series of birthday cakes

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ghuleh-recs · 5 months

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It's @iamthecomet's birthday!!! Comet is easily one of my favorite ghoul writers and in honor of her birthday I threw together a list of some of my all-time favorites of hers. I am not exaggerating when I say that I have enjoyed every. single. thing. Comet has written. On top of being an incredible writer, she is a DELIGHTFUL human being. She is SO ridiculously kind and quick to offer advice or support to whichever anon might be dropping into her inbox that day. We are beyond lucky to have such a talented, beautiful soul in this fandom. So go forth, treat yourself to some Comet fics, and leave some comments and kudos as a lil' bday treat ♡

recs under the cut.

Born Under a Troubled Sign - Aether x Dewdrop - 40.7k

Dewdrop goes from water to fire. It goes about as well as can be expected. *THE DEWDROP ANGST FIC OF ALL TIME. I will never stop recommending this and I am not sorry.

Dance With Me - Aeon x Swiss - 1.1k

“Dance?” Swiss rolls his eyes and curls his hand around Aeon’s forearm. He’s so warm. That’s the one thing about Swiss that stays constant even with the glamor. The heat of him. Aeon moves closer like a moth drawn to a flame, and Swiss abandons his grip on Aeon’s arm in favor of one around his waist. “Yeah,” Swiss whispers, leaning in to drag his nose up the side of Aeon’s neck. Inhaling sharply as he noses against his hairline. “That’s what I said.” “There’s no music?”

Tear Me Down - Dewdrop x Rain - 7.7k

Dew can't handle a bad day productively. Rain makes him handle it his way. They make some noise. They're probably never going to be allowed at this hotel again. “Yeah, yeah,” Dew says dismissively. Stroking from root to tip, watching the way Rain is leaking already. Like always. Wet from start to finish. “Can’t believe you’re still mouthing off.” Dew shrugs, watching Rain fill out in his hand, twisting his fist around the head, pressing his fingers to the underside. Rain’s flushed and shiny already. Each stroke makes his stomach clench. “You haven’t really given me a reason to stop.”

Comet's Ficlet Collection (Ch. 154) - Aeon x Dewdrop - 1k

Prompt: i will offer you my firstborn child for a new ghoul focused fic about him being praised about insecurities. i find comfort in my favs having the same issues as me, so the idea of him not really liking his body but being praised for it is just so good to me

Comet's Ficlet Collection (Ch. 16) - Aether x Cumulus x Dewdrop x Sunshine x Swiss - 1k

Could I request something with similar appreciation for a larger body for Cumulus? Any partner or multiple partners are fine. I crave some fat body appreciation and love on a soul level, I adore her so much and she deserves every inch of her beautiful plush figure to be lavished with attention and devotion.

Dewdrop & Sunshine are Chaos Incarnate - Dewdrop & Sunshine - <;1k

Prompt: I neeeeeeed chaos twins Dew and Sunshine gettin in trouble with Mountain and Ifrit

Fill Your Lungs With Words - Aether x Dewdrop - 4.8k

He loves Dew when he’s two seconds away from self-immolation. Loves him when he’s badgering Mountain into letting him in the kitchen—which is always a bad decision. He loves him when he’s high and pliant, loves him when he falls asleep on Aether’s chest, a gentle purr rolling through his body. Aether’s fucking in love with him. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Let Me Decide What You Need - Mountain x Swiss x Rain - 8.6k

Rain and Swiss take Mountain down to studs. It's surprisingly easy.

Perfect Fit - Aeon x Cumulus - 1.2k

Cumulus tries on her old uniform. Aeon gets an eyeful. Can't really blame him for what happens next.

Comet's Mushy May Collection (Ch. 10) - Aether x Everyone (kinda) - 1k

Unspoken I love you / First I love you Love is an easy thing with them. The pack is full of it. Casual I love yous thrown over shoulders. The press of thumbs over knuckles, the slide of fingers together. They all fit together. Bonded by experience, by undeniable kinship. Aether feels it. Feels the swell of love, the burn of it in his chest. And he thinks about saying it back when Cumulus calls it to him. Thinks about whispering it in Dew’s ear when they’re curled up together. Thinks about letting those words fall off of his tongue again. It’s been…he could pretend he doesn’t know. He could just say it’s been a while. It’s been almost a year. He can pretend that he doesn’t know this down to the day—the minute almost. *this one hurts. you have been warned.

It's No Fun 'Til Someone Dies (series) - murder ghouls - 10k

Dew doesn’t understand how they haven’t figured it out yet. Humanity's persistence, its blindness will be its downfall. He’s in awe of the way they continue to insist to themselves that it’s normal for multiple people a month to just—vanish. To “go home” without taking any of their stuff. To flee in the middle of the night. Or fall from balconies, or down the stairs, or drown. That they haven’t figured out that the unlucky few are fodder for the machine that is the Ghost Project. Food, literally, for the hell-spawn that drives it forward. They spend their days looking at the Ghouls like they are something to be attained. A prize to win. Dew is happy to encourage it. To let them walk right into the trap. He runs his teeth over his fangs. He can still taste the blood.

* Okay I need to stop myself because I could keep going indefinitely.

𖤐 you know the drill--bookmark, read, and leave kudos/comments!

#hbd comet!!!!!!#and a very happy comet day to those who observe #my fic recs #the band ghost fic recs #the band ghost fanfiction #ghost band fanfic #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #mountain ghoul #aether ghoul #aeon ghoul #cumulus ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #sunshine ghoulette #phantom ghoul #nameless ghouls fic #fic rec!!#birthday mixtape

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multi-fandom-imagine · 5 months

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Day 17: Wearing nothing but a Santa hat

Fandom: Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare II

Character: Alejandro Vargas

Naughty or Nice

Warnings: soft love making, p in v.

A/n: Plus size! Reader cause he's my favorite and I am plus size myself!

Watching, Alejandro could not help but look at you with love. His eyes ranking over your form as you hummed to some random Christmas song. The shirt you wore rising showing off your belly as you placed some ornaments on the tree.

You were so beautiful, he could not understand, fathom how he was married to someone like you, hoe he got so lucky. Shaking his head, he made his way toward's you as he wrapped his arms around your waist as his fingers slipped under your shirt as they grazed your belly. "You are so beautiful." He whispered as his lips grazed your neck.

Laughing, you pulled out of his arm as you gave him a teasing grin. "Can I show you something, to make this more festive?"

Seeing the glint in your spine, Alejandro gave you a grin wetting his lips. "How can I say no to you Mi Amore?"

Grinning, you grasped his hand then tugged him towards the bed room. Giving your husband a long kiss you pulled back then gave him a wink as you slipped away. Stepping into the bathroom you quickly stripped your clothing off then placed a Santa hat on your head, taking a deep breath you placed your hand on your hip. "What do you think?"

Alejandro couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as Brooke slipped away, leaving him momentarily alone. He eagerly anticipated the surprise she had in store for him, his heart racing with anticipation.

When you returned, wearing nothing but a Santa hat, Alejandro's eyes widened, taking in your beautiful, vulnerable form, he couldn't help but be captivated.

A soft groan escaped his lips as he looked at you, a mixture of desire and admiration evident in his eyes. "Mi amor, you are absolutely stunning," he whispered, his voice filled with genuine awe. "Your body is a work of art, and though next time I will have to wrap you up in a little bow."

He reached out, gently tracing his fingers along your stretch marks, his touch tender and loving. "You are perfect. Every inch of you. Your belly, your curves, they make you unbeliviably beautiful. Sexy." His voice husky.

Alejandro leaned in, capturing youd lips in a passionate kiss, his hands caressing your body with reverence. In that moment, he wanted you to feel desired, cherished, and loved, to understand that you were perfect.

Alejandro, feeling the intensity of your desire, breaking the kiss he looked deeply into your eyes. His voice was filled with tenderness and passion as he responded. "So beautiful."

He gently guided you towards the bed, youd bodies pressed close together. Alejandro's hands roamed over your curves, his touch gentle yet filled with a burning desire. With each caress, he whispered words of adoration, reaffirming youd beauty and worth.

Your bodies entwined, Alejandro's lips found their way to your neck, kissing and nipping at the sensitive skin. His hands continued to explore your body, worshipping every inch of you.

Slowly, he trailed kisses down your chest, pausing to pay homage to your breasts, lavishing attention on each one. His tongue swirled around your sensitive nipples, teasing and pleasuring you. As he moved lower, he planted soft kisses along her stomach, cherishing the stretch marks and softness that made you unique.

With a gentle touch, Alejandro parted your legs, his fingers tracing delicate patterns along your inner thighs. He lowered himself between your legs, his tongue finding its way to your most intimate place, eager to show you the pleasure she deserved.

His tongue danced skillfully, exploring every sensitive spot, as his hands caressed your thighs, offering both physical and emotional support. He was devoted to bringing you pleasure.

Alejandro then rose, shifting his body as your gazes locked. With a deep breath, he entered you slowly, allowing your body to adjust and savor the sensation. Your bodies moved together in a rhythmic dance of love and desire, their connection deepening with every thrust.

In the midst of their passionate union, Alejandro whispered words of affirmation and love, reminding you that she was perfect, how good you felt.

Together, you found release. A deep groan escaped his lips feeling your walls clench around his shaft as he emptied himself with in you.

The Santa hat fully off your head as he gave you a grin. "Now that was a wonderful treat."

#drabbles #drabble #tis the season #Alejandro Vargas #alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas x you #alejandro vargas x female reader #Alejandro Vargas x y/n #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty x reader #call of duty x you #call of duty mw2 #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod x reader #cod x you #cod x y/n

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mia-tiny · 1 year

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『 Yunho + Mingi & Poly Threesome 』 | KTB ‘22

⇒ pairing: j. yunho x s. mingi x fem!reader

⇒ smut, friends to lovers trope, polyamory, threesome, oral (f&m receiving), fingering, unprotected sex (big no no)

⇒ word count: 1.9k

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🖤 view my Kinktober ‘22 masterlist here

⇒ author’s note: these drabbles just keep getting longer so why do i feel like they still could use more fleshing out? maybe a mission for another time.

You aren’t entirely sure how you’ve ended up naked and sandwiched between your two best friends, but you can’t bring yourself to complain as your body tingles with lust. Even though this is the last way you expected to be spending your evening, the feeling of Yunho and Mingi’s large hands caressing each inch of your skin, and their sultry kisses littering your neck and collarbones, is something you now regret not experiencing earlier.

Things between the three of you had been odd for the last few months, which was honestly stressing you out since they kept withdrawing from you and seeming awkward anytime you hung out. Whenever you addressed their abnormal actions, they would just say they are tired or stressed, but you’ve known them long enough to see right through that lie. It’s as if they forget that you three have been inseparable since elementary school, a friendship nearing 16 years of sleepovers and playdates that eventually turned into drunken nights on the town and Netflix binge-watching parties.

You tried your best not to show your anxiety over their behavior, but it had been eating you up on the inside. Yunho and Mingi have always been the most important presence in your life, the people that you can always trust to be there supporting you, comforting you, just having fun with you, and everything in between. If you were to lose them, you aren’t sure what you’d do.

The real shift in dynamics reached its boiling point only thirty minutes ago, however, when they arrived at your place to find you crying face-first into your couch cushion. Of course, their first reaction was concern over what happened to you. Then their second was anger when they found out that your boyfriend of three months broke up with you over text. But their third, comforting you with compliments while also shit-talking your ex, is what quickly spiraled into uncharted territory.

One minute they were telling you that you deserve someone better, and then the next they were offering themselves up as candidates. It was a shock to you, to say the least, when they admitted that they’ve both been in love with you for years, their emotions becoming increasingly difficult to control as you always gushed about your (now) ex to them.

The polyamorous proposal they made seemed ridiculous to you at first, but everything clicked into place surprisingly fast. The more you thought about it, the more you realized just how central Yunho and Mingi are to your existence and how connected the three of you are in every possible way. Suddenly the idea of being with anyone else seemed redundant and you couldn’t deny the overwhelming happiness that filled your heart when they confessed their feelings.

Only in that moment did you realize that the way you feel towards them, the way you have always felt towards them, is pure unadulterated love.

And that is how you’ve ended up stripped naked with your shirtless friends – ahem, boyfriends – pressing you between their bodies, all of you hungry to take this further.

“Bedroom… please,” you request impatiently, needing to become theirs in every way possible.

From behind you, Yunho leans down and picks you up bridal style in one effortless swoop, causing you to yelp in surprise before laughing at his playfulness.

“Wait for me!” Mingi calls as you get carried away swiftly.

“You snooze, you lose!” Yunho calls back with a giddy grin. He plops you down on your – thankfully king-sized – bed and you look up to two eager pairs of eyes, a blush rising to your cheeks from the undivided attention.

“What are you waiting for? Get naked and come here.”

They don’t have to be told twice. As they both remove their bottoms, your mouth falls agape at their considerable size. You guess it makes sense – huge person, huge dick – but the visual is both shocking and arousing nonetheless.

“Like what you see?” Mingi teases as he grabs your ankles and pulls you towards the edge of the mattress. He kneels down in front of your soaking pussy and takes a moment just admiring you before diving his tongue straight into your folds like he hasn’t eaten in weeks. “Fuck, I’ve dreamed of this for so long.”

You can’t contain the soft moans that he provokes as he sucks and laps at your clit expertly. Even Yunho lets out a low groan at the sight of you being devoured by his best friend, his cock begging for attention. He sits on his knees next to your head and brushes some hair from your face.

“Open your mouth, baby.”

His length looks even more intimidating up close, but you are desperate to have them all over you, inside you, part of you. You turn your head in his direction and open up for him to guide his cock past your lips. He doesn’t go far at first, unsure of how much you can take, but you push yourself further down on his shaft in an effort to please him. By the sound that he makes, you’re sure you have.

While you begin bobbing up and down on Yunho, Mingi decides to insert a finger into your tight hole, curling it upwards and stroking along your g-spot. You can’t help but moan around the cock in your mouth, evoking a seductive growl from its owner. The man between your legs has your back arching in pleasure and you bring one hand down to grip his hair and keep him against your heat.

“Holy shit,” Yunho curses from above you as he thrusts farther and your throat constricts on him in a gag. “Do that again.”

You follow his orders, taking him deep enough that you once again choke on his cock just the way he likes it. At the same time, Mingi’s fervor in eating you out has increased and you can feel an orgasm building up rapidly in your core. Only when you are seconds away from release do you pull yourself off of Yunho.

“Oh my god, I’m gonna cum,” you pant, your excitement getting cut short when you are abruptly robbed of all contact and your climax fades away. “Mingi?!”

He smirks up at you and rises from his position on the floor. “Can’t have you cumming yet. You still have two of us to satisfy.”

You gulp, both intimidated and turned on by his statement. “Well then hurry up and fuck me already.”

Yunho chuckles and uses his strength to toss you around until you’re on all fours, your ass pointed in his direction. He glides the tip of his dick along your slit before lining himself up with your hole.

“Careful what you wish for,” he murmurs before pressing into you.

The stretch of your walls as they accommodate his size is more intense than anything you’ve ever felt before. The sensation has you moaning wantonly even as he stills with his entire length stuffed inside.

“Oh my god, Yunho. Please,” you whimper pitifully.

He considers teasing you to make you beg more, but he is feeling just as desperate as you right now and can’t resist the urge to begin pounding into you. His first sharp thrust has you choking on a gasp from the astounding pleasure of it, lewd cries of delight continuing to fall from your lips as he sets a steady pace.

You don’t even notice Mingi coming to kneel in front of you until he is lifting your chin enough for him to slide his needy cock into your mouth. You accept it happily, allowing him to guide your movements since your mind is a little preoccupied processing the euphoric feeling in your pussy.

Both men thrust into you from either end and, although it is intense, it just feels right. It is as if everything finally makes sense and a weight has been lifted off your shoulders that you never even knew was there. The realization that they are now yours, all yours, has you clenching and moaning around them.

“I can’t believe we waited so long to do this,” Yunho admits between the snaps of his hips.

“Better late than never,” Mingi chimes while you gag loudly on his cock. You glance up to see his expression and he smirks. “But from now on, you’re not going anywhere.”

His possessive claim, when combined with Yunho’s unrelenting pace, is just enough to push you over the edge into your orgasm. You aren’t prepared when it hits you, your cunt squeezing mercilessly around Yunho’s dick as you let Mingi fall from your mouth to release your obscene moans.

Yunho pulls out abruptly and strokes himself a few times before he is cumming all over your ass with a contented groan. Your spent body collapses onto the sheets as the two men continue to move in a flurry around you. All you notice is one of them cleaning your backside before you are being maneuvered into a new position.

You come back to your senses as Yunho sits against the headboard and you are laid with your back against his chest, Mingi taking his place between your legs where he lines his cock up with your pussy. Seeing him gaze down at you with an insatiable thirst in his eyes, in addition to the feeling of Yunho kissing your neck and tweaking your nipples, is all it takes to relight the flame of desire within you.

“Can you take one more?” Mingi asks as he hooks your legs over his shoulder.

“Yes,” you answer enthusiastically, your eyes fluttering closed the second he pushes into you. The stretch is just as considerable as with Yunho, who now gently nibbles at your earlobe. “More.”

You moan emphatically as Mingi hammers into your already-sensitive pussy with skilled precision, the tip of his dick poking into your g-spot at a steady rhythm. Your whimpering only quiets down when Yunho turns your head to the side and envelops you in a passionate kiss. His hands continue to grope your chest as you tightly grip the sheets to deal with the surmounting pleasure.

“Shit, you’re so fucking tight,” Mingi grunts as he speeds up. “I’m not going to last long.”

You pull away from Yunho’s lips in a startled gasp as you feel his hand reach down to rub your clit rapidly in an attempt to make you climax first. You stare down at your sex, the sight of both men working so hard to please you sending your brain into overdrive. It is like you no longer have control of your body as it trembles from the strength of the orgasm that crashes over you, white spots dancing in your vision as you can’t even think to breathe anymore.

You only suck air back into your lungs when your lovers pull away, Mingi releasing his load on your stomach with a blissful moan. All three of you are slick with sweat and exhausted now that your carnal desires have been sated.

Yunho grabs some tissues from your nightstand and cleans your tummy before moving you to lay down between the two of them. There are no words needing to be said, the comfortable silence cascading upon the room as you all relish in the euphoric feeling of having finally found what you didn’t even know you were searching for.

In each other, you found your home.

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Wanda Maximoff Needs a Hug - Final Chapter - Series

Summary: Since joining the team, Wanda Maximoff has captured all of your attention, even if she has no idea about this. In a six-part story, you'll do your best to give her everything she needs and maybe she never thought she deserved it. Along the way, you two might end up realizing you were in love with each other the whole time.

Warnings: (+18), Friends to lovers, smut in the last few chapters, slow burn, conversations about self-love and individual worth, mentions of anxiety, past trauma, avengers being a family, canon-fix, a lot of magic. Words: 6.877k

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Chapter Six - Wanda Maximoff needs witchcraft

Soft, breathless giggles echoed around the room as you and Wanda fell exhausted side by side on the rumpled sheets.

You both smelled a mixture of sweat, pleasure, and soap, and if anyone asked, it was perfect. While you had one arm over your face, trying to normalize your breathing as the girl next to you, Wanda slipped her arm over your bare waist.

"That was..." She started softer now, once you both had calmed down.

"Rushed." You completed with a chuckle that she mimicked. Extending her other palm above your chest, she rested her chin on her hand to look at you.

"Definitely rushed." She murmured, and you moved your arm away and open your eyes to her. "But good."

With a raised eyebrow in teasing, you questioned, "Just good?"

She chuckles, biting her lips. "What was I supposed to say? It was good." She retorts in the same tone, finding it hard not to giggle at your falsely offended expression. "It was good when you kissed me and used your fingers. When you used your tongue, it was better." She comments, leaning in close, lips meeting yours. "And when you used both..." She doesn't finish, her tongue on the roof of her mouth as she pulls away again, and leaves you with a soft sigh.

"God, you're such a tease." You complain, watching her adjust to sitting on top of your waist. Her expression of pure mischief makes you look at her curiously, trying not to focus too much on her breasts covered only by her brown hair cascading down her torso.

"Did you know that it was better than I expected?" She declares then, her hands moving lightly to entwine yours, guiding them to her waist. You hum, not knowing where to put your attention. There was so much skin to see, and you just wanted to learn every inch of her body.

"Oh, I didn't know." You retort in the same tone. "I'm happy to exceed your expectations, little witch."

Wanda chuckles softly, now that your hands are on her waist, she brings hers to your face, to hold your cheeks as she leans in and kisses you briefly.

"You were perfect, everything was perfect." She whispers and you sigh softly.

"I thought you said it was rushed." You tease, and she smiles, kissing your jaw.

"It was, but we needed that." She explains, and you close your eyes to better enjoy the feel of her lips on your skin. Wanda also begins to rub against you, and the friction without clothes on the way sends a delicious shiver through your body. "To feel each other after so long."

"I quite agree, darling." You retort completely distracted now - All your attention is on Wanda's movements against you, slowly grinding your intimacies together. She gasps with each thrust and you firm your hands on her waist just enough to mark her skin, tearing out a deep moan as you take control of her movements.

"Fuck, Wands." You grunt as your orgasm builds, each movement of your clits together bringing a new wave of pleasure to your body. Shuddering, Wanda loses the ability to remain upright, her hands digging into your torso for support as she rocks her hips against yours and the movements grow more erratic.

"Ah, baby-just like that." She leans in to kiss you, mingling your moans as the climax approaches. It doesn't take long for Wanda to go rigid on top of you, a loud groan signaling that she came, shortly after taking you with her. Your juices mingle on your thighs, but you're busy spinning her around on the bed, kissing her with intensity. Ready to start over.

Knocks on the door interrupt your intentions.

Sharing a grumble of dissatisfaction, you kiss Wanda one last, long time before covering yourself with a blanket as you rise from the bed.

As soon as you close the door again, Wanda adjusts herself on the sheets to face you.

"Duty calls, darling." You tell her with a soft grimace. "'Post-battle team meeting. Serious stuff." You say, even as you are leaning over to return to your previous position on top of her.

Wanda grins, raising an eyebrow at you while her fingers wander over your collarbone, her body shuddering as she feels your thigh firm up between her legs. "Aren't we supposed to join in?"

"Oh, I just told Rogers we quit the team." You retort with a casual tone, drawing a giggle from the girl below you.

She would have insisted, but you went back to lowering your mouth over her body and Wanda wouldn't want to be anywhere else right now.

–//–

A gentle tickle slowly drew you out of your sleep. When a giggle made itself present in your ears, you smiled too, relaxing under Wanda's attention.

"Were you watching me sleep, stalker?" You ask in a husky sleepy voice, still with your eyes closed. Wanda brings her fingers to the hair on the back of your neck, a delicious caress that almost makes you fall asleep again.

"Yeah, you're too beautiful not to stare." She replies reassuringly, making you blush and grunt in embarrassment, hiding your face deeper into your pillow. She chuckles at the reaction. "You fucked me to sleep and now you're going shy on me?" She teases against your ear, and you chuckle lightly, adjusting to grab her by the waist and use her breasts as a pillow. Wanda giggles but doesn't reject the action. "Someone gets cuddly after sex..."

You chuckle through your nose, biting her breast softly and pulling out a surprised yelp. "I just missed my little witch." You clarify in a whisper, hugging her and Wanda bites back a smile, her cheeks rosy.

Her hand plays with your hair, and you guys stay like that for a good few minutes.

It is you who breaks the silence first, adjusting your face over Wanda's torso.

"I won our bet." You say, receiving a raised eyebrow in curiosity. You lick your lips, suddenly becoming more serious and worrying the girl below you.

"What did you learn?" She asks attentive to your reactions, and you sigh before getting up, which only adds to Wanda's anxiety.

As you search for a towel and clean clothes, you speak again.

"Well, everything I guess. About home and my family." You say, swallowing dryly. Looking back, you find Wanda covering herself with the sheet as you sit on the bed, and you sigh. "God, I wish I could stay in this moment forever."

She smiles warmly, reciprocating the kiss you lean in to give her before pulling away again.

"It's okay, baby." She assures you with a gentle tone. "We need to get back to the real world, but at least we do it together." You nodded with a smile but seemed a little hesitant. Wanda began to grow uneasy. "Talk to me, sweetheart."

With the request, you let out a breath you didn't even know you were holding. Leaving the new change of clothes, you returned to the bed and sat down next to Wanda, your face turned forward, staring at your own lap. The woman beside you reached out for your hand, encouraging you to speak.

"I just don't know how to begin, Wands. Finding the right way to pour out my family's entire history all at once."

She played with her fingers, thoughtful for a moment.

"Want to talk about it over breakfast?" she suggested drawing your attention to her. At your expression, Wanda chuckles lightly. "You always function better when you're not starving."

With a raised eyebrow, you retort, "How do you know I'm hungry?"

She giggles, leaning in to kiss you again, and again until you're both breaking into a breathless sigh.

"Okay, no more kissing like that." Wanda tries to ration, not resisting even a little when you move your lips up her jaw and down. "Or like this... hmm, baby, you're distracting me." She tries in a hard sigh, feeling the teasing bites against her already erect nipples. "I thought you wanted to talk." She tries last in a raspy voice and you sigh before putting a little distance between you again.

"Yeah, we have to, Wan." You agree, placing one last kiss on her stomach before pulling away completely with a leap off the bed. She bites her lip from the lack of contact, but you turn your face away with a mischievous grin. "'Wanna join me in the shower?"

She races you to the bathroom.

–//–

Telling Wanda about what happened between Odin and Hela and some of the Asgard war is the easy part. Your father, also an Asgardian, was just a warrior who went to Niflheim after the Banished Goddess with the intention of freeing her and came out of there with a baby in his arms - A child that Odin saved from the frozen Hell that was that world.

You told Wanda everything you had discovered in months of researching both the libraries around the Realms and listening to stories of warriors and spirits, especially the souls of Niflheim who kept secrets that neither Thor nor Loki knew about.

Explain to her how by Asgardian laws you should have been killed at birth, but Odin intervened and sent you to earth to guard the Space Stone he entrusted to humans, and how he never sought you out because your existence would expose what he did to Hella - That was easy.

Telling Wanda how your witch nature by Frigga allowed you to see things you didn't before was not.

You told her how after finding out about your mother, you sought her out in another dimension. As a Goddess, even a minor one, Hela could not die. She would always be with you, but after Ragnarok, you inherited both her strength and her responsibilities.

Wanda frowned in concern at the latter, and you were quick to hold her hand.

"I'm not going anywhere, I promise." You assured with a smile. "There is no Asgard to rule anymore, and even if there was, I am literally the last in line to the throne." You joke, but Wanda can't give you more than a small smile.

"If you are the Goddess of Death now, shouldn't you rule Niflheim like her?"

You deny it with your head. "No, I can stay here." You insist. "The Realm has the guards and warriors. I will have - I do have, functions, of course. I will not lie to you, Wanda. It is different now. Sometimes spirits or creatures will need me. It's like a new world, hidden from the rest of the people, that opens up to me. I have work, but you have to understand that this, you, will always be my priority."

She smiles, half tearful, trying to believe you're not going anywhere. You leave the chair at the breakfast table to kneel in front of her.

"There's something else." You continue as you swallow dryly. "As a goddess now, I can see things I didn't before. Like other entities. Feel them and their magic."

Wanda shifted in her chair, staring at you as she frowned in attention to your serious tone. You sighed.

"I learned many things, of which we will have time to talk about but I... well, Hela told me legends about Midgard-Earth." You correct yourself half nervously. Wanda brings a hand to your cheek.

"'Sweetheart, what is it? You seem so jumpy."

You sigh, holding her hand on your cheek. "I learned everything I could about the witches here, Wan. Not only did Hela know about them, but Frigga mostly. Everything she had about it, I was able to retrieve it in a different dimension. Like a version of a past undestroyed Asgard, a whisper in space-time that I was able to visit because of the abilities the stone offered me." You recount, smiling at the way Wanda twitches her nose at the information. You chuckle, "I know, I'm quite more powerful than before."

She chuckles, her legs settling at the side of your body "As if you weren't cocky enough." She teases, getting a weak laugh before you continue.

"I can find and feel every witch on earth now, Wan." You declare, releasing her hand to rest yours on her thighs. Wanda has no time to be impressed. "None of them are like you."

She makes a soft grimace. "What's that supposed to mean?"

You sigh. "You... You're different. Your magic." You nervously try to find the right way to say it. "You see, minor gods, they come from major gods, who come from the first gods that descend from entities beyond human comprehension. They're almost concepts, that dictate everything that composes the universes. Pretty theological, but anyway." You take a deep breath. "Asgardians are minor gods, and witches, in all variations from Earthly and Asgardian have their magic inherited from some such god. Frigga was a witch descended from Hecate, but Hela was a dark sorceress. The first black magician was Chthon, the God of Chaos."

Wanda made a slightly confused expression, "That's quite a lot, darling..."

"I know, I just..." You hold up your hands, taking a deep breath. "The most important thing for you to know is about Chthon, Wan. He's an Elder God of the Earth, father of demons, and almost all creatures of darkness. And I... I feel his magic in you."

Wanda snorts incredulously and confused, but noticing your look she grimaces. "W-what? That doesn't sound like a good thing."

You swallow dryly and shake your head. "There is a prophecy, present in all realms, all worlds." You continue. "A witch baptized by the god of Chaos with his elder magic. Destined to either rule the multiverse, or destroy it."

Wanda gets up from her chair at once, overwhelmed with so much information. She circles around the room, muttering that this was ridiculous and impossible, a bedtime scary story, arguing that her powers come from the stone and that until recently she could barely control them properly. How she didn't feel like the ruler of anything, and more importantly, how she didn't want it.

Suddenly and with tears in her eyes, she is staring at you again.

"What does this mean for us?"

You feel your heart miss a beat for the clear desperation contained in her sentence. "Oh, sweetheart, whatever you wish." You say as you stand up and approach her, holding her face between both hands. "I come all this way to tell you that you are the most powerful witch in the universe and you're worried if that changes anything between us? It doesn't, Wands. I'm with you for as long as you want me."

She sniffles and hugs you tightly, burying her face in your chest. You relax immediately, one hand around her and the other in her hair.

"I love you." She confesses muffled, surely hearing every wrong beat of your heart, because you feel her smile. You hug her a little tighter. "You love me too, don't you?"

You don't have to say it, Wanda knows. She feels in every word or glances you two have ever shared, everything you've ever done for her.

With a deep sigh, you close your eyes and relax into the embrace. "I love you more than anything."

For a long moment, you just stand there, hugging each other. It is Wanda who squeezes one last time before letting go, her face slightly wet with tears that you kiss away.

"Tell me what changes now." She asks low and you sigh before kissing her forehead, your hands on her shoulders.

"Everything and nothing at all." You retort enigmatically, receiving a soft grimace that you brush off with gentle kisses until Wanda chuckles stubbornly. "I can find you a coven now if you'd like to join one."

She stares at you in surprise and is silent as she thinks. You just wait. "B-but then I would have to leave the Avengers."

You smile sadly. "Only if you wish, Wands, but I get the impression that once you connect with that part of yourself, the magical life, there will be no room for this job." You tell her, and Wanda wants to stubbornly insist that that place is like home now, that the team is her family, finally after all this time. But she knows you are right just from the way you spoke to her. "They will always be our friends, our family. But there is a part of our life that they can't belong to."

"Can't I have both?"

You chuckle, brushing your lips over her jaw, tracing kisses all over the length of it. "Oh, darling, you're probably the only being with the power to have everything you ever desire." There was a pride, darkness behind those words that made Wanda shiver - Or maybe it was the kiss just behind her ear. One of her hands held the bar of your shirt for some support, but as your lips teased her skin, it was hard to keep her eyes open.

"Yes?" She asks in a whisper, falling for the temptation of possibilities for a moment.

You hum in agreement, your lips firmer now until they marked her skin, making her sigh. Your hands began to work on the lace of the shorts she was wearing, but Wanda managed for a moment, to focus on what she was told. And come to the conclusion that when she thinks about what she wants, she only sees your face.

You gasp in surprise when Wanda suddenly pushes you back in your chair, but fall silent when she straddles your lap. Your hands go around her immediately, and she kisses you deeply, drawing out a low moan when she bites and pulls on your lower lip as she parts, her hips sensually wriggling against yours.

"I want you to be mine forever." She whispers, letting you explore her entire torso with your mouth, affected sighs being your favorite incentive. "My friend, my detka, my wife..."

You groan aroused, moving up to kiss her on the mouth. Wanda corresponds with the same intensity, feeling the fabric begin to bother her from the growing moisture between her legs.

Surrendering to the full lust, you move one hand to the front of Wanda's shorts, reaching past the fabric and without delay, sinking your fingers inside her. She retorted with a satisfied moan, hugging you by the neck.

"I can't wait to marry you, little witch." You whispered in her ear, your fingers thrusting inside her with precision, making her whimper. "I will wake you up with my tongue every morning... Fuck to sleep every night... end every movie night inside you. Just like I always wanted."

Wanda bit her shoulder to muffle the loud moan as you fingered that sweet spot inside her, and kept hitting it until she began to squirm - The firm hand on her waist keeping her from going anywhere.

Not that Wanda wanted it any different.

–//–

Saying goodbye, no, see you later to the Avengers was a bittersweet feeling.

Of course, it was painful to say farewell to the home she built alongside them, but the promise of understanding what she was and having a life by your side was everything Wanda wanted most.

After the post-battle pendencies with Wakanda, you and Wanda left the country on a trip through Europe.

Your ability to sense the witches did not mean that they would let themselves be found easily.

But eventually, among inns and hotels, enchantments, and other magical bars and stores hidden in plain sight, you finally found a real clue.

Witches protected themselves, that was clear. But there was one Coven that frightened all the others. One more powerful and more dangerous than any old witch community in Salem, South Africa, or Brazil.

The first time you heard the title Chaos in the name, you and Wanda already knew that this was what you were looking for.

It took a few more weeks to finally find a witch willing to talk about her own coven, not because she trusted you, but because she had witnessed Wanda use magic and just as you could sense Chthon, so could she.

Wanda was intimidated to have an unknown witch kneeling at her feet. You were jealous.

"You know, that's usually my spot-"

"Detka!" Wanda slapped you on the shoulder, her face bright scarlet. She touched the witch's shoulder too, gently pulling her upright. "Excuse my girlfriend, please, she has Asgardian manners. Please don't get down on your knees as well. I'm not... that kind of witch."

The witch seemed even more shocked to have been touched.

"It is an honor to be in the presence of the Priestess of Chaos." She made a slightly bowed reference, and you crossed your arms, watching the scene with a smirk. "Forgive me for not recognizing you immediately, my lady. Your power is so great that Chaos remains hidden within you."

Wanda tilts her head in curiosity. "How could you, though? Recognize me?"

Still with her head bowed in respect, the witch replies:

"The spell you used to conjure the food, your holiness. It is the sacred magic of Chaos."

You and Wanda exchanged a look. "Ow, I didn't know..." She tries to find the right words, feeling silly at the surprised look on the other witch's face. "I just assumed that Chaos was different. More, I don't know, pompous than a drinking glass. I've been making food for a long time, I didn't know it was part of the whole thing."

The witch looked between you with an indecipherable expression, before swallowing dryly. "F- forgive my words, your holiness, but, are you an uneducated witch?"

With half-pink cheeks, Wanda babbles, "I-I went to school!"

The witch chuckles but immediately restrains herself, shaking her head.

"Forgive me, I just...I've never met an uneducated witch before. As old as you are." She says, and Wanda snorts indignantly. You hold back your laughter. Realizing what she said, the girl shakes her head, embarrassed. "I-I meant older, ma'am! Witches are called by the coven in their teens, no later than 18. Of course, you're not old, and well, mortals have a bad impression of age anyway, to the creatures of darkness the longer you've been on earth the more powerful you are..."

"Please." It is you who cuts in, stepping forward to stand side by side with Wanda. Unlike the look of adoration your girlfriend received, you receive one of distrust. But you are not intimidated. "We need help. Can you help us?"

The witch shifts her gaze to Wanda, smiling gently.

"It will be an honor to serve the Priestess of Chaos. Your coven puts itself at your disposal, my lady, we are blessed with this encounter."

She bows again and Wanda holds her up before she can drop to her knees again. "Cool, thank you, really. About this Coven, can we meet the others? I have a dozen questions."

The witch nodded, moving away to enter deeper into the alley near the empty street where you were - The side outside the Bar where the clue took you.

You and Wanda held hands before following her inside.

–//–

A dimly lit hall of an old house filled with witches of all ages and ethnicities makes Wanda a little anxious. Your hand-drawing patterns on hers help keep her grounded, but she is aware of the stares in your direction while the notorious Chaos Coven decides on the request for help.

As if the witches weren't enough, the walls seemed to be covered with magic as well. Wanda felt her skin prickle in there, her senses on alert. And when you hid your face in her collarbone, she realizes that you must have been far more overwhelmed by the whole thing than she was.

"That's enough." She announced loudly to the hall then, feeling the weak squeeze you gave her blouse.

All the whispering stopped at once, the witches looking at her in attention.

Wanda nodded to the only one she knew there - The girl who brought you two there, and she took the cue to you to sit you down in one of the armchairs. You went a little begrudgingly, but you obeyed.

In the center of the room, Wanda pushed the nervousness of the attention away and lifted her chin.

"As Chaos Sacedortist, I demand an immediate response."

The hall remained in a now tense silence, witches exchanging glances with each other. Wanda ignored the discomfort that unfamiliarity in this role of authority caused her, and kept her face impassive. But to her surprise, it wasn't disrespectful hesitation that surrounded those witches - it was fear.

None of the witches spoke up for a long moment, and Wanda sighed in frustration. Before she could demand again and lose some of the credit, someone emerged from the shadows, cursing at whoever was present.

"Incompetent old hags, all of you! Where is she? Where-"

The witch fell silent as soon as she laid eyes on her. She was years older, a dark hair and a purple outfit. The gentle smile did not reach her eyes, and something about her aura made Wanda cringe.

"My, my, it really true." Said the woman amazed, approaching Wanda who stood static, trying not to show any hesitation. "The Scarlet Witch herself."

Wanda frowned at the nickname, but did not retort. It was only when the woman tried to touch her that she pulled away.

"Who are you?" she demanded seriously, but the woman kept smiling in that wicked sort of way.

"The name is Agatha Harkness, dear." She said as she offered her hand to Wanda. "It's a pleasure."

Instead of accepting the gesture, Wanda looked around. A few witches were whispering among themselves, but she realized that a good portion of them simply disappeared.

"Where did they go?" She asked with a mixture of curiosity and concern.

Agatha thought it was funny. "Oh, sweetie, they were never here." She replied, receiving a confused expression back. Laughing, the older witch turned and waved into the room, causing all the candles to flare up at once. With the light, Wanda noticed the lack of clarity in the figures. "See, most of them were just projecting. Some are just whispers, former colleagues who have already left this world but love some old magical gossip. And believe me, you and your pet goddess have caused quite a stir in the last few hours with this whole Chaos Priestess thing."

Wanda locked her jaw. "Don't call her that."

Agatha tilted her head, studying her as something very impressive that at the same time, she seemed willing to hurt.

"Interesting choice of partner, Miss Maximoff." She continued, circling Wanda who grows tense and alert with every second. "Most witches prefer their own kind, but I imagine for the goddess of chaos, another goddess would fit the role better."

Unlike the other witch, Agatha seemed to mock Wanda and any titles she might possess.

Taking a deep breath, the younger woman tried to remain calm.

"Is that what I am, then? Goddess of Chaos?"

The question causes Agatha to pause, and then laugh macabrely. "Oh, of course. An uneducated witch. That's honestly perfect." Wanda was ready to retort at the return of the nickname, but Agatha moved closer, grabbing her by the chin. She tensed at once, ready to defend herself but something in the purple irises in front of her made her hesitate. "You are everything, Wanda Maximoff. The whole reason the chaos worshippers exist. The Scarlet Witch, the Emperor of Magic, the Goddess of Chaos..." Agatha's grip didn't hurt, and her words pulled Wanda into something dark that she didn't recognize but could feel in herself as well. "It is more than an honor to be in your presence. It's heavenly luck to exist at the same place in time as you."

Wanda swallowed dryly and pulled her face away as she turned. Agatha licked her lips, and still staring at her as if studying her, continued:

"How did you find us?"

Wanda crossed her arms, feeling uncomfortable about the whole thing. She looked at you, eyes closed on the couch, and nodded. Agatha chuckled dryly.

"Of course." She muttered wryly. "We love an obedient pet."

The energy attack caused Agatha to be pushed backward. Although surprised, she didn't fall or look injured. Wanda glared at her.

"Don't call her that." She warns as a last time. "She is my wife."

Agatha adjusts her hair, completely casual about the attack. "I don't see a ring." She teases, and Wanda grunts in irritation, then before she can be attacked again, Agatha laughs and raises her hands in defeat. "I'm just teasing, you're too easy."

Impatient, Wanda glares at her, "Tell me at once if you're going to help or not."

"Well, even if I refused, you could force me..." Teases the witch as she goes around her again. "You could force anyone to do whatever you want." She whispers in her ear as she stands behind her, but Wanda turns away, bothered. Agatha laughs, "You're different than I expected. Especially for someone who dates the goddess of death. How can you be bothered by what your power will give you?"

Wanda shifts uncomfortably. "I just want to understand what I am." She says. "I never wanted...the whole ruler thing. I just want a simple, decent life with Y/N."

Agatha sighs impatiently, disappointed. She rolls her eyes with almost contempt. "Holy god of chaos, why do you test my patience." She mumbles to herself. "Of course the only Scarlet Witch I've met in all these years on this earth would be someone so foolish as to choose something as pathetic as teenage love over the greatest power in the universe."

But Wanda turned her back on the older witch and her whining, approaching you with concern.

"Hey, baby, how are you feeling?" She called out and you opened your eyes, startling her with the darkness of your irises. "Y/N?"

As if waking from a very deep sleep, your eyes focused on her slowly, a hoarse laugh escaping. "Shit, Wan, sorry, I think..." A yawn interrupted you. "I've fallen asleep."

She smiled at how cute you were now, completely clueless as to what was going on. "Yeah, you've overwhelmed yourself with the atmosphere here. There's too much dark magic, I reckon."

With one last yawn, you forced yourself awake, using your magic to do so. The stranger's presence made you tense.

"Who is-

"I knew your mother." Agatha interrupts looking at you intently. "Nasty sorceress, she was. She guarded one of the greatest beauties of all the seven Asgardian realms."

You grimaced." Did you just flirt with my dead mother?"

Agatha chuckled, approaching you and extending her hand for you to shake as she introduced herself. Half uncertain, you shook it quickly.

Wanda sighed impatiently. "Agatha, give us an answer now or we're leaving."

The older witch smiled, bowing slightly to Wanda.

"I am at your service, Scarlet Witch."

Your question about the title received only a light 'i have no idea but don't encourage her' nod from your girlfriend.

Wanda was struggling, but she looked as exhausted as you, and now properly awake, you noticed.

"Is there somewhere we can rest around here? It's been a long trip, Miss Harkness."

Agatha nods. "This place is just an illusion, forgive my sisters' distrust, we are all traitors of evil character." She replies calmly as she shifts her gaze to the crestfallen figure in a sign of respect so far. "Go back to your world, Marnie, your presence is no longer needed here, child."

The smaller witch raised eyes - now purple irises - at you all.

"Are you sure, Miss Harkness?"

With a forced smile, the witch nodded. "Yes, little one, finding a Scarlet Witch pays any debt. Go."

The witch retreated into the shadows and stepped out of the room. When you could no longer feel her magic, you understood that she was no longer in that world either.

"How do you-"

Your question was cut off with a hand raised in the air. Agatha gasped, and before you could take any offense for being interrupted, the candles in the room went out and increased the darkness around all at once. Wanda held onto your arm, tense as you were at the lack of visibility, but it wasn't long before the light gradually returned and the atmosphere was different from before.

The room was large and tidy now, a wooden cottage.

A witch's hut.

"Welcome to the Harkness Residence, my home." Agatha announces as she removes the cloak from her costume, tossing it into the air and not surprising you that the garment floats out to the nearest support. "I often host guests here, so don't be alarmed by strangers around. Your room is 666, on the 6th floor. To the right is the elevator. Don't worry about noise, there are spells in every room." The wink she offered you and Wanda made you both blush in embarrassment.

She moved into what looked like a kitchen, and you and Wanda immediately assumed that the whole house was bewitched to be much larger inside because it had the pattern of an English cottage.

Following her clumsily, you spoke first.

"Agatha, we have questions-"

"Which will be answered in due course, dear." She cuts in casually, kitchen items that are clearly going to brew some tea float around her. "You two need to rest now. Don't worry, I'll be here when you wake up."

Exchanging a look with Wanda, you sigh and thank Agatha for her hospitality. With your hand on Wanda’s, you guide the way up the stairs.

–//–

You don't even bother to change out of your travel clothes, both of you exhausted, fall into bed as soon as you have a clear sense of the room.

Shoes on the doorstep, Wanda settles into your embrace, eyes closing instinctively as she rests her head against your chest.

You don't feel very comfortable at the Harkness residence - the magical signature is strong, messing up your senses. The way you remain tense in bed makes Wanda start playing with the buttons of your shirt.

"You worried me earlier." She murmurs, taking a moment to meet your gaze. You swallow dryly, and face her back. "With the whole blacking out on me thing."

You pull a few loose strands from the front of her face, tugging them behind her ear. "Forgive me."

Wanda twitches her nose softly. "Don't be silly, it wasn't your fault." She smiles, leans in to brush her lips against yours, and ends up giving you a long kiss that immediately relaxes you. With her face close, she glares at you at slow blinks, as if she's memorizing you beyond her own exhaustion. "If anything, I am the one who should apologize for forgetting the whole enhanced thing and dragging you with me to a magical den."

You chuckle softly at the nickname, setting a hand on her back and drawing circles as Wanda adjusts her chin over the hand she placed on your chest.

"I would never let you do that alone." You comment with a sleepy sigh, closing your eyes but continuing with your caresses. "I'll always be here for you."

A pause, your breathing growing heavier as she absorbs your words.

"Detka?" Wanda calls out to you because you have suddenly fallen asleep on her. She sighs, moving closer to kiss you one last time. You smile even as you fall asleep, warming the heart of the witch on top of you. Wanda swallows dryly and adjusts herself to be at your ear height. "Marry me."

You sigh, deep in your sleep, your hand around her waist remaining tight. Wanda lets out a shaky breath, repeating to herself that she would have the courage to ask you that when you are awake.

Someday she will.

–//–

Just the mere presence of the book made your skin prickle, like a sixth sense of danger. But unlike being in battle, feeling enemies looking for you, the darkhold had a dark attraction with the magic circulating in your atoms - an invitation to fall into temptation.

Agatha was explaining to you and Wanda about the book. It was the fourth week at the Harkness Residence, and after studying enough about the basics of magic in general, the housekeeper thought Wanda was ready to delve into the only book that contained teachings about chaos.

But neither you nor Wanda seemed to be paying much attention.

"He calls for me." Wanda interrupted the older witch's monologue; who had already noticed the distraction and didn't mind. With the feeling put into words by someone else, you cleared your throat and looked away, almost embarrassed. "Agatha, be honest about this."

The witch huffed in false indignation. "I am always honest."

At the younger girl's rolling of her eyes, she laughs and steps forward, her hands in the pockets of her casual clothes. "It's not good news, I'm afraid, Wanda. It's the book of the damned, and you, dear, are a delicious meal."

"Gross." Wanda retorts with a grimace, but the rivalry discussion is interrupted when you stand up and walk out as if you were about to vomit.

Wanda exchanges a quick glance with Agatha before running after you, finding you in the kitchen sipping a long glass of water.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

You pant slightly as you finish, relaxing your muscles. Taking a deep breath, you lean on the sink as you face Wanda, not meeting her gaze for long.

"Maybe it's not such a good idea to read that book." You state and she makes a confused face. Swallowing dryly, you clarify, "Wan, I saw a lot when in my studies. And there are forms of evil, which surpass anything we have on earth. Malice, cruelty in its most primal form. Some things, some choices... cannot be undone, Wan." You say seriously, shifting your gaze to the ground. "It's like a mark on your soul, when you do some kind of magic or when you commit some kind of crime."

Wanda approaches carefully, concerned about your tension. "What exactly are you talking about?"

You sigh in frustration. "I don't know, I just... It's like when you kill someone for the first time." You declare suddenly, completely surprising her. With a dry laugh, you look away, embarrassed. "Yeah, I know I never talk about it, but it's the truth, right? All of us avengers have killed at some point. Indirectly or not. And learning about gods, and divine judgment changes your perception. When I was in Niflheim, the ice... reflected me as I really am. A murderer."

"Don't talk about yourself like that." Wanda says seriously, moving to hold your face. "You had no choice-"

"It doesn't matter." You interrupt gently, holding her hands on your cheeks. "I did it. I took lives. It doesn't matter whether I chose to or not. It's stained upon my soul for all eternity."

Wanda swallows dryly, her gaze trying to make you feel a little better. But you lick your lips and hold her wrists, caressing her skin. "Y/N..."

"If you read that book, it will mark you, Wands." You state then, facing her seriously. "Not only that, it will doom you. It is what it is. Thousands of years of impure, dark knowledge within those pages. And endless damned souls trying to pull any reader into his domain."

"But Chthon gave me-"

"Your magic, I know." You cut off sadly, one hand releasing hers to go to her back. The other was on her arm, caressing her skin. "Agatha likes to say it is a blessing, a privilege to be chosen. And I need you not to hate any part of yourself, Wanda, but... I'm scared." You confess to her, resting your forehead on hers. "I met damned souls in Niflheim. I never want that to happen to you."

"It won't." She assures you confidently but sees that you remain unsure. So she holds your face again, waiting for you to look her in the eye. "Detka, I will never belong to Chthon. I am only yours."

You give a small smile at the teasing, brushing your nose against hers. "Don't charm your way out of this conversation."

She chuckles before kissing you, slowly and passionately until you pant against her mouth and Wanda thinks you'd better stop or she won't study at all this morning.

"Do you trust me?" She asks even though she knows the answer. You firm your hands around her, kissing the tip of her nose.

"With my life."

She smiles, one hand caressing her cheek. "You will never lose me, detka. I promise."

You kiss her again, and again until Agatha complains from the living room. Grinning, you squeeze Wanda's ass hard in farewell, drawing an affected grunt from the witch.

Wanda left first and in the empty kitchen, you took a deep breath, wishing with all your heart that your promises were strong and true enough until the bad feeling about Agatha's intentions and the Darkhold left your mind. Wanda was all that mattered anyway.

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Part Three

Pairing: Zuko x Reader Universe: Canon Words: 3.6k

Part I | Part II

Summary: What will happen when you meet Zuko after what happened in Ba Sing Se?

Warning: little little tiny bit of angst

‘Where is she?’ was the question that Zuko found himself to ask more often than he thought. And it was followed by images of her face, from where they were little to his exile; he always knew where she was. But these memories were now blended together with her expression when she saw him attacking Katara, protecting the same sister from whom Y/N herself saved him not long before. He remembered the tears in her eyes as he kept throwing fire balls in her direction and the way her shoulders drooped while she jumped on the Avatar’s sky bison.

‘Why didn’t you come back? We would have found a way to free you from your accusations’ He was looking at the city under the palace. He was prince, he finally regained his father’s respect but he still didn’t feel like part of the royal family at all. He couldn’t bring himself to see the city under his feet like his reign. Did Iroh feel like this? No, Iroh was just a stupid old man that refused to accept his place in the world. But… Was Y/N just a stupid little girl?

«Zuko?» Too distracted to pay attention to the surroundings he didn’t notice that Mai was now right behind him, a concerned look on her face. «Are you okay?», she asked placing a hand on his tense shoulder. His face quickly relaxed, even If his body just refused to do the same, and he gave a soft smile. «Yeah», he said encircling her waist with an arm, he placed a slow kiss on the girl's lips, savoring the warmth of a loving touch «Everything's alright»

«Hello, Zuko here» ‘Are you fucking kidding me?’

You couldn’t believe this. You just fled the Fire Nation and found a place to hide, slowly regaining your power after the solar eclipse. And there he was, Zuko, the one that betrayed you and nearly cause the Avatar’s death, asking to be part of your new family. A family that immediately threatened to attack him, even your fists sparkled with red flames. You were surprised when he just lifted his hands in surrender and ignored your team’s words, instead tried to explain himself; Appa even licked him and you saw doubt crossing Aang’s eyes.

But the others didn’t seem even slightly convinced by the flying bison’s display of affection, and even the young Avatar quickly changed his expression in a stern one. «There’s no way we can trust you after everything you’ve done», his words echoed in the temple, quickly gaining support in Katara and Sokka. The former fire prince tried to complain, his eyes set on you as for asking for help.

You weren’t looking at anyone, fingers trembling just as your breath as you vaguely heard Toph trying to intervene, interrupted by waterbender «I think the only one in charge of this decision is Y/N», she said, drawing all the attention on you. You could feel golden hues on every inch of your face, but your gaze remained fixated on the ground as you gulped down the knot stuck in your throat.

«No, you’re right. We can’t trust him». You finally looked up to see Zuko’s features twist in hurt «Please Y/N», he took a step forward and Katara was ready to attack him before you stopped her with a wave of the hand «Let me expla-». The arm raised acted almost, almost on its own accord, sending your palm to hit the boy’s cheek with maybe too much force even for him; it seemed to silence him and the entire team, with the corner of your eye you saw Sokka’s jaw almost touching the ground.

But all your attention was on the firebender in front of you, now touching his face with slight reddened cheeks. «Yeah I… kinda deserved it» «Oh you kinda deserved it??» «I totally deserved it», he punctuated «But if you’ll just let me explain…» «No! You left me in that cave! You betrayed me and broke my heart. You knew exactly what you were to me and you just threw my trust, my friendship and everything between us away to follow your insane sister! I’ve always been there for you! Even in your exile. I gave up on everything, I rejected my life to follow you and now you expect me to forget everything just because you realized that you are good now?». Your voice traveled from angry, to broken, to scornful before you were able to calm yourself, nobody uttered a word, even Toph was speechless.

«Please Zuko, you’re smarted than this. You know I can’t do it», and he heard no more from you, instead being definitively kicked out, without you seeing the pleading (and teary) looks he kept sending you. Katara was the first to approach you, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder «Are you okay» «No», you whispered, but Toph seemed too eager to speak «That was stupid, we need someone to teach Aang firebending as soon as possible and, no offense Y/N, but you’re not really doing a good job regarding the ‘speed’ part» You didn’t respond, head hanging low in shame as you were reminded how terrible you were in teaching (not that your state of mind was helping); but Katara quickly interceded «I don’t care, I don’t want Zuko here. He betrayed me, he betrayed Y/N. No matter what he says, he’s not good». You agreed.

You didn’t expect the attack of Combustion Man and even less you expected Zuko to be the one warning and saving you, risking his life in order to stop the assassin. You felt the blood in your veins completely froze when you saw him being pushed out the cliff, only to hang on a liane. It was obvious that Aang would’ve welcomed him into your group at that point, finding the agreement of all the others, and even you didn’t have to force yourself to nod when asked. The fire boy gave you a smile, but it disappeared when you didn’t return it, looking around embarrassed. But after seeing the way his expression dropped when Katara treated him with the minimum amount of respect you felt guilt creeping in your lungs. Yes, he hurt you but he also tried to make it up to all of the team; he deserved at least some words from you.

When you approached him it was evening, he was arranging his sleeping bag close enough to feel the warmth of the fire you had just lit but farther from the others; seeing him so isolated made you feel sorry, reminding you of the way he struggled to make friends in the absence of his mother when he was little. «Hey», you whispered, making his head whip around to see you standing just a few feet away from him, and the way his eyes widened sent your heart on a racing speed. «O-oh, good morni-evening, I-I mean hi, hey», his cheeks shifted from his usual pale color to a soft pink and, by the end of his awkward greeting, a bright red that made you grin in amusement. He was even shyer than five years ago. And so cute.

«Hi», you repeated, taking a step forward, as you kept fiddling with your fingers «Listen, I think you deserve a thank you, for you know… saving us». His smile was softer this time, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of warmth when you got close enough to take a seat next to him; even if his skin was burning in shame he couldn’t stop looking at you, speaking with timid tone «It’s okay. I was the one putting you in danger in the first place, it was the bare minimum from me-» «If you’re trying to make me admit you weren’t a jerk, then it’s not working» But you were grinning and he even let out a low chuckle. And you’ve gone on and on, talking to each other and joking and laughing and smiling. You two were so invested in each other that when Sokka screamed your names for dinner neither of you heard him.

«Are you done, lovebirds?», the boy asked again, this getting your attention and all the air from your lungs at the nickname «What?!» «D-Don’t call us that!», you both stuttered at the same time, with faces set aflame. Toph snickered from right next to Sokka, having heard the smell of fools-ready-to-be-humiliated from miles away, you instantly froze when you saw her smirking lips part to speak. «Yeah? Well, tell Zuko. His heart is giving me headache» The two benders were sure they had never seen two people take two different directions in such a rush.

‘Thanks to the spirits Y/N is not here. Who knows when the teasing would end…’, Zuko thought looking down at the Boiling Rock’s prisoner uniform he was wearing. But what the girl would have paid more attention to would surely have been the furious looking ex-girlfriend in front of the firebender. He just needed the right signal from Sokka and Suki. Just the right signal… «It’s for her, isn’t it?», Mai’s voice was lower, trying to hide the hint of hurt behind, but it didn’t go unnoticed by the boy «You left me like this for her…». «I… I don’t understand. Her?» «Y/N. You started getting weird as soon as Azula brought you back, without her. Just stop lying and tell me if you betrayed your nation for another traitor».

Zuko couldn’t restrain himself, getting up with fists tightened at his sides «She’s not a traitor. And you know exactly that my decision wasn’t just impulsive». He tried to not sound too aggressive, looking at the way Mai refused to meet his eyes during this discussion; he scratched the back of his neck, going back to were he sat while she scolded him just a few minutes ago. «I’m not a stupid Mai. I really care about you, you know that», the girl couldn’t find a way to retort without feeling a pang of guilty «And you have to believe me if I say that I left because I thought that was the right thing»

«That’s not the only thing I was talking about, idiot», she muttered, rolling her eyes when she saw him open his mouth to answer back «I got it some time ago, you don’t need to make up excuses». Zuko looked at her with a frown, an expression too stupid to be of feigned confusion «Are you serious?», the girl asked raising her eyebrows after a few seconds of silence «You really don’t» «What are you talking about?» «Spirits, you’re so dumb…» «Hey! I’m not-» They were interrupted by a guard reaching for the door in a rush, voice laced with exhaustion «Ma’am, there’s a riot going on, I’m here to protect you!». ‘Here’s the right signal’

In the following days it was not uncommon for Zuko to rethink what Mai had said to him at the Boiling Rock; most of the times they were fleeting thoughts as he talked to the others or prepared some tea, but the others, the most difficult to shoo away, would pop out of nowhere during the most inopportune and embarrassing moments. Once, during training with Aang, you were getting ready to switch with him, tying your hair into a high ponytail while turning around, the movements let your crop top rise even more as the skirt fluttered around your thighs, making the arching of your back’s curve enough distracting to make Zuko freeze on the spot and get an accidental kick from Aang. Little did he know you were turned around just to spare yourself the pain of having to stare at his toned and very very very naked chest.

Another time the firebender was busy lighting the fire while Sokka and Toph were fighting over the last supply of dried meat. «Hey», you called him, struggling to keep balanced between your arms some branches «Need a recharge?» You talked to him with such a sweet tone that he almost forgot he wasn’t at the palace anymore, when you were no more than ten years ago; and he found himself contaminated by your kindness, looking down at you with the same soft gaze you always reserved for him. «Thank you», he whispered smiling, helping you to set down the branches. You didn’t know what happened, but your now free hand seemed to move on its own, and you caressed his hair the moment he knelt to stock the fire.

For Zuko, who was currently trying to hide his rosy cheeks from you and whose mind was occupied by the now omnipresent dialogue with Mai, it was the final blow. The feeling of your fingers combing his locks caused a short circuit in his head and his lips parted, letting out a low, but loud enough to be heard, sigh. You froze. He froze. Even the fire died with a puff. «I-I-I…» «Oh, well, uh-» «S-Sorry..» «No… I mean yes! I m-mean…» «It was just… You know…» «Yes of course! Just a…» «A nothing» «Yes nothing»

«Guys! We need more fooooood!» You closed your eyes in gratitude ‘Sokka my savior’ ‘Thanks the spirit for that dumb guy’, Zuko thought at the same time, hiding his expression even when you walked away, face leaning forward as he relighting the fight.

And then there was the last time. A night, right after everyone had gone to sleep, while Zuko fulfilled his guard shift you found yourself tossing and turning in bed, anguish for the upcoming fight and the stress of training prevented you from falling asleep. With a frustrated groan you pulled the covers off your body, stepping out of the tent careful not to wake Suki, gladly welcoming the cool air against your skin; you caught a glimpse of Zuko sitting on a log on your now extinguished fire. After the extremely embarrassing hair caressing session of the other day you couldn’t find the strength to be alone with him, too scared to say or do something really stupid; but you two have been separated for so long that you simply could not stop from automatically walking in his direction. The slightly damp grass creaked slightly under your feet, until it signaled your presence to the boy. If Toph had been awake she would’ve already taken the opportunity to make a few jokes about the increased rhythm of your heart as soon as you met golden eyes.

«Couldn’t sleep?», he asked, shifting a bit to the right to make space for you. ‘Spirits, he’s so damn cute’ «Yeah», you answered in a hushed tone after taking a seat next to him, scolding yourself for being victim of your own mind. «I’m just…» «Scared». You looked at him, he was playing with a small flame spiraling through his fingers, his expression serious and somewhat… sad? «I feel the same», the little flame was gone and his eyes met yours again, lips bended a sympathetic smile «I’ve never been this scared» «Zuko…» «Don’t»

Your chest tightened at the way he was clearly trying to avoid the subject, he was going to fight his sister, his father, his home. You had left these ideals behind you quite some time ago but him… he suffered more, he fought more, against others and against himself. And now he didn’t even have time to process the change that was immediately about to be thrown back into a struggle with his pat. How could you leave him like this, tormented and alone? «Maybe you should-» «Please Y/N», his tone was trembling and he gripped the log’s edge with a shaking hand «I can’t now, I can’t, I can-» «Hey, hey. Okay, it’s alright», you took his hand, squeezing it in both yours and trying to stop his quivering «We won’t talk about it now» You felt another pang in your heart when the boy murmured a faint “Thank you”, managing to respond only with a simple nod.

But neither of you could endure the silence for long, full with unspoken words. Zuko was the first to speak. «What about you? Ever been this scared?» Your grip on his hand wavered, until it slipped away from yours and the boy immediately missed your warmth, «Yes. When Azula found out about my bending», you quickly added, seeing the questioning look on his face. «That’s when you came to work at the palace…», he said, talking more with himself than to you «You were unhappy and I didn’t take care of you as I should have…» «Zuko. It’s thanks to you if I didn’t end up in the army» «It’s also thanks to me if you ended up working for my father» «Better than the army», you whispered. Your gaze remained on the ash that the breeze moved among the scorched branches.

«In that way I was with you, Iroh was also there sometimes and this will seem absurd but I never found the courage to fight back until I ended up under the eyes of the Fire Lord». His features creased in an amused smirk, eyes rolling to the side «Yeah… all that mysterious blindfolded girl stunt» «Hey! You had the Blue Spirit, I had-» «The Blindfolded-Hooded-Woman?» «Ah ah, very funny», you snorted, but his chuckle didn’t stop and you weren’t sure you wanted it to stop.

«However, while everybody knew you were the Blue Spirit no one recognized me until I came to save your ass from Azula. I also had to bandage my forearms after getting my tattoo and you seriously have no idea how uncomfortable it is to bend with gauze covering most of your arms», you two weren’t even trying to contain your burst of laughter «Maybe for noobs like you» «If you really want to, I’ll kick you and see how noob I am» «Dream as you want». Your chuckles continued for a few moments, toning down slightly only when neither of you could argue anymore.

You bit your lower lip when you met his gaze, the eyes of both did not seem willing to separate from each other; there was something that pulled you towards him, something that had really made you understand how much the child who hid behind his mother’s legs had really grown, in every sense. There had always been something, a little something, that kept you tied to him but never before had it been tangible.

But Zuko broke the contact, looking down at your forearm to steal a glance of your tattoo. You didn’t even noticed he had moved his hand in your direction until his fingertips had gently brushed against your skin, making you shiver under your breath. «I never asked you what it meant», he whispered, and luckily for you he didn’t look up, not seeing the way you blushed at the mixture of his touches and words.

But when you answered your voice was surprisingly calm, «It doesn’t have one», you said «It was just… out of rebellion. Against my father, against Ozai, against the nobles I had to protect…» Zuko knew he should’ve had listened to you, you were confiding in him after a long time and he was finally able to really understand what you were saying; but he could not help it, his conversation with Mai suddenly returned to cloud his mind. He watched you speak, smile, move, without really getting your words, but he didn’t need those.

«Y/N», he called for you, too softly for you to hear «Now that I think about it, it can also be against Azula since I finally managed to do something transgressive…» «Y/N» «And she also said that I-» «Y/N!» «What?» «I want to kiss you»

And he did. Before you could say or do something to make him regret and ask Toph to bury him alive. He did it because he didn’t miss the sparkle that passed over your surprised eyes; so he leaned forward and brought his lips on yours. Everything happened so quickly that you didn’t even had time to think about what he had just said that he was already doing it. And Spirits if you didn’t want him to stop.

His kiss was soft, a barely perceptible movement of his lips which you responded to. When he started to distance himself you immediately leaned forward, refusing to let him go already, chasing the contact. You felt him smile in the kiss as he cupped your cheek in his palm, his touch was slightly trembling from fear and excitement. It was a tender kiss, a tenderness that you knew had always been and would always be there only with him. When you parted there was no need to say anything, it came natural for both of you to just smile without a word as you leaned your head against his chest while Zuko gently stroked your shoulder. After his date with Jin it became rare for you to stop and think about what could have happened with the boy, when he chose Azula those thoughts became mere remains of anger and resentment that encouraged you to fight at Aang’s side; when he betrayed the Fire Nation instead you never really realized the turn that your relationship could finally take, as if everything had returned to the starting point between embarrassed looks and skipped heartbeats.

«You know…», you were the first to speak and he gently squeezed your shoulder, showing that he was listening «Right after the battle in the Crystal Catacombs I thought that I’ve lost you» He groaned «I’ve been such an idiot» «But you’re here now, you proved yourself what the extraordinary leader you can be. And I’m so proud of you Zuko». His smile grew and this time you leaned in at the same time. That night you slept in his tent and he didn’t linger indecisively with his hand over your hips, but he wrapped both his arms around them and held you tightly against his chest while you both drifted to sleep.

The next morning it would have been very embarrassing to explain the situation when Sokka came to wake up the firebender.

Thank you so much for reading this final part! This is the end of the story but I have some bonus chapters in mind (even little drabbles). Let me know if you would like to read them! :)

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the-marshals-wife · 1 year

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Alright, I am in love with Wrecker having kids of his own. 🥺 he'd be such a sweet dad and I can't wait to see the rest of the batch as fathers! I was wondering though, would you ever do this for the 501st or any other clones? Cause I'd be here for it for sure 🥺💕💖 Especially if you did Hardcase becoming a dad, that goof ball would be adorable ahhh! Anyways, I can't wait to read the rest of the batch!! 😭💖💕💞💖💕💞

A/N: Oh my goodness yes, time for some Hardcase representation! I think there'd be a lot of similarities between Wrecker's and Hardcase's parenting styles. Thank you for your continued support of my writing and blog! 💙

Having A Child With Hardcase Would Include

Description: Hardcase x Fem!Reader. As with my other clone headcanons/preferences, it's a Y/N insert story with the number of children I envision reader and Hardcase having.

Rating: General audiences (with a spicy reference if you squint), AU fluffiness where Umbara turns out different and this sweetheart gets the life he deserves 😌

Gif credit: user rexsjaigeyes

There is never a dull moment with Hardcase

If you thought parenthood was going to slow him down in any way, no you didn't

Becoming a father only amplified his playful, witty personality, something you didn't think was scientifically possible

When you told him you were pregnant, he all but bounced off the walls

Hardcase was "so kriffin' excited" to become a dad

He said exactly that to every person that crossed his path for weeks on end, especially his brothers

"How did I get so lucky? I can't believe it."

("Me either. Y/N actually thinks the galaxy can survive a smaller, louder version of you" - Fives, probably)

You were admittedly a bit nervous about becoming a parent, but as always, Hardcase had no fear

He tackled the learning curve head on, and it brought you so much joy and confidence to see his paternal instincts kick in as you both prepared for the arrival of your little one

Suddenly, he was aware of every hazard he'd never paid attention to himself, and in just a few hours, he completely baby-proofed every inch of your apartment

He even kept track of the days in your pregnancy, counting down to your expected due date

He loves (to attempt) cooking for you

Is he great at it? No. Did he burn everything at first and almost set your kitchen on fire three times? Definitely. Did he get better with practice and learn to make your favorite foods just the way you like them? Absolutely

Lots of cuddles watching holos together

Whenever he had to leave for the day, he would always kiss you first and then your growing belly

"Can't leave without telling our baby goodbye."

You adore how much he says that - our baby - and how much he's already devoted to being a dad

On your difficult pregnancy days, he would always be by your side to talk to you and tell you jokes until you were smiling again

Love At First Sight

From the moment your daughter was born, he was wrapped around her little finger

"She's so beautiful. Look what we made. No growth chamber or anything."

You jokingly reminded him that that was technically your role

"Oh...right. Of course. Great job! Not a single crack in the jar. Better than Kamino!"

In the weeks after your daughter was born, it was a battle to get Hardcase to put her down, literally

"Where I go, she goes."

Many naptimes were spent on her daddy's chest because he simply didn't want to let her out of his sight

(Sorry to report that diapers are you division, though. You just can't put your poor darlings through that again...)

Seeing him dote on your little girl so much only made you fall in love with him more; you were proud to call him the father of your children

Oh yes, children. You weren't done adding to the ranks of your little battalion, and neither was your cyare

A year and a half later, you gave birth to not one, but two sons

More than a few tears were shed as Hardcase held the twins in his arms

You better believe he was telling everyone about it too, calling many of his brothers to share the news before you even left the hospital

("We're doomed" - Fives again, probably)

How do you do, fellow kids?

Hardcase is a child himself at heart, which means he is your children's first and favorite best friend

Whatever they're interested in, you can bet he's into it too

He watches more children's holos with them than you do, and you're the one who stays home

Seriously, he knows all the words to the theme songs, the lore for each show, and the powers and skills of every character - it's a big thing that he and the kids bond over

Boredom is not a word in your house

Whatever your children ask for, Hardcase ensures they get (within reason)

He's likely getting something for himself too, especially if it's sweets

They want to build model starships? He's first in line at the market in the morning to get the kits

Your daughter wants to play dolls? You better believe her daddy is on that floor doing the right voices and following the story lines (and maybe causing the occasional pretend explosion or starship crash because he lives for the Drama™)

They all want to turn the livingroom into a battlefield to fight imaginary droids? Guess who their commander is

"Why not promote myself? I earned it!"- Hardcase when you teasingly pointed out his new rank

You enjoy getting in on the fun too and being the Zillo Beast attacking the barracks or the queen taken hostage that the dashing commander and his squad have to rescue from a den of bounty hunters

I cannot stress this enough: ANTICS

Pillow fights and roughhousing? HE probably started it

He's taking the fall for it too, because he'd rather face a firing squad than see any of his little troopers in trouble

In the everyday domestic disputes, discipline obviously begins and ends with you

You had to convince him that timeouts were not equivalent to capital punishment

Even then, you have to stop him from letting the kids out early

Bed times? What are those?

Speaking of bed, you had to invest in a bigger one because your beloved couldn't bear sending any of the kids away when they wanted to sleep with mom and dad

Seriously, he cannot say no to his babies

No night is complete with out tickle fights, either

Despite often having a foot in your ribs (which doesn't always belong to a child), you actually love sleeping with your family near and wouldn't have it any other way

Exception: the kids get sent to their own beds immediately when mommy wants a tickle fight with daddy. Commander's orders.

It's not only fun and games

With a little coaching from you, Hardcase was able to find balance between work and play, especially as the kids entered adolescence

It's not his strong suit, but he genuinely tries to help them with their academy studies (eventually they learn to go to you first; dad is for times of desperation only)

He is, however, at the ready any time they need a good joke or exciting story to brighten their day and banish their stress

Family holo night is mandatory

There's usually bickering over what to watch - i.e. your partner and offspring are disputing which loud, brightly-colored animated holo to put on - but diplomacy resumes as soon you bring the snacks out

Sometimes you just can't help but laugh and watch the chaos

All of your children certainly inherited their father's bold enthusiasm for life and passionate courage

When your daughter began to experience bullying at academy for standing up for a friend, Hardcase wasted no time expressing how proud he was of her for doing what's right

He was equally supportive of the boys when they later showed interest in weapons training and possible careers in the military

Just as when they were younger, he is always there for them to make them smile and feel secure and loved

There's no limit to what Hardcase will do for his family, and you wouldn't trade one day of your beautiful, whirlwind life with him for anything in the galaxy

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Proudest Man in the World

Summary:

Kind-hearted. A champion. The lover of Jey Uso. His life transformed in the best moments, to be proud.

a/n: This is post-WrestleMania 40. Took place after Jey won against Jimmy (imagine they have the best brother vs brother match ever) and Sami won the Intercontinental Championship title against Gunther. If y'all see any errors, 🤫, I make mistakes too.

Also posted on AO3 (here) and Wattpad (here). These belong to my samijey/jeysami short and long stories collection called "All Night."

Other WWE fics and samijey/jeysami fics are posted on my WWE masterlist here.

Word Count: 1,333

Warning(s): 18+ only (minors DNI), NSFW, smut content, explicit language

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The night thickened and intoxicating air arose inside the dim hotel room, along with the sounds of Sami's hushed breathing.

Faint, half-lidded glint with crave, gazed into Jey's eyes, full attention. Legs encircled Jey's waist tight while their bodies pressed together under the blankets. Rush of hotness crawled in, blocking the remains of the cold.

A thousand times until now; Sami is cherished over a win he will never forget.

Intercontinental Championship.

The belt draped over the chair; moonshine illuminated its sparkle like a recognized, rare, rich in gold. If any man hadn't made the task known back in the day, its name would have crumbled. Much gratitude to the former longest reigning champion, Gunther, everyone has seen the title as important written before each vision.

WrestleMania in Philadelphia. Roars and screams of supportive cheers rediscover Sami's mind from ear to ear. Some clouded uncertainty hit Sami like a freight train at first, questioning if he could win the championship. Time went on, receiving encouragement from coworkers— hell— even Gunther himself last week, gave Sami his all through body and soul. He did it.

Jey came into the picture. He never forgets him. Neither his words.

"I gotchu."

"I've got yo' back. Don't be an ass, 'kay?"

"Love you, baby."

His lips curled in a satisfied smile. Peace is what Sami received. He was supposed to satisfy Jey since he won against Jimmy, given a standing ovation. Though instead, Jey mirrored the same emotion both had.

"Whatchu smilin' for?" Jey's voice teased yet cheerful in wonder.

Sami hummed, his arms wrapped around Jey's neck. "Don't know. I guess it's you, always spoiled me till the end."

"S'my job. Y'can't get rid of me dat easily." Jey nuzzled his nose against Sami's beard, eliciting a giggle from Sami. "If someone's datin’ me this long, I can't be gone forever."

"You've told me a thousand times to make me happy."

"Good. And I'll keep sayin' it all day."

Sami hadn't grinned this long. This is good for his sake. Jey's words affected his heart, stronger in support of a boyfriend from the known family bloodline, being fallen in love.

Their gaze locked. An inch of Jey's dick covered in a condom twitched inside Sami's heat, slicked entrance. Fulfilled, melted, lust. Sami's fingers threaded Jey's hair; Jey began strokes of lazy, careful thrusts.

Sami shuddered, nails digging into Jey's tatted back urged himself to be still. He knew he couldn't, he didn't give a damn. Anything Jey does craving more, giving any touch of feeling, swelled to each reaction.

The difference between home and hotel rooms was some short intimate moments; being interrupted by a friend, someone calling their phone, having a quickie before going on a morning routine, or leaving to arrive on the travel schedule. Inside an expensive hotel building in Philadelphia, however, silence stood outside.

No friends or family to check on them. No one knocked. They're alone.

"M'so fuckin' proud of you." Jey buried his face into the crook of Sami's neck, breath tingled his skin, hips bucking. "You— oh fuck— you deserve every inch of this, of me. M'proud y'won all dat effort."

"Mmm, I'm proud of you, too. You deserve—" Sami let out a gasp— "you deserve so much praise a-after you and Jimmy did out there. So perfect, so good, so good, so good—"

Slow trails of kisses showered on Sami's neck. Jey smiled to himself, at the praise he had given to Sami while caring. "Shh, focus on you, not me."

Being penetrated shook Sami's core; his mind became foggy, devoured with sweet hunger. His eyes were heavy, nothing to do but stare at the ceiling. Jey's warmth is too good, too good for Sami to claw his fingers with fresh scratches on the back, erupted a low growl from Jey. Sami admitted he'd apologize for doing so, but Jey didn't mind.

Focus on himself, not him. Sami almost let emotions get the best a few seconds ago. He would hate himself if he broke a sob during sex, it'll be a concern. One time, the emotional part of him poured out in front of Jey before being embraced and comforted. Sami would tell his boyfriend about it later, too.

Loud, passionate wails escaped Sami's mouth; Jey's hips bucked in an instant yet deeper as the bed rocked and squeaked. Sami pecked Jey's shoulder, to the neck, to the jawline of the beard. Husky whispers from Jey reaching ear to ear, sending a shiver down Sami's spine.

He loved this.

Jey lifted his head, glimpsing into Sami's glinted eyes full of allure. "Look at you, goddamn amazin' as hell wit' dat face, baby." He showered quick smooches on his forehead. "Y'deserve everythin'."

"Keep going, Jey, please keep going..." Sami whispered in a needy tone. He does his best to keep eye contact.

Jey gripped Sami's hips and snapped his pace, quickening. Slid in, then out, focused on not breaking the condom. Sami felt Jey's lips graze his ear, hearing the same tone of whisper once more while eyelids fluttered close. A tingle of sensation ignited Sami's stomach; it peaked closer.

"I'm… I'm about to— fuck, fuck, fuck, please, please, Jey—!"

Sami's mouth hung open, letting out a breathless sound; shockwaves rippled through his body as cum ejaculated on the belly and chest. Since Jey wore a condom, sparing the spill, his pulse still lingered inside. Good thing it's a reminder a couple of times protection is needed.

Slumped, boneless, full of bliss, sweat glistening. Both men are relieved. Sami peeked, narrowed his eyes at Jey's hand splayed on his chest while the other steadied the dick to pull out. He observed Jey, unwrapping the filled condom, and tying it before tossing it in the trash can.

"You should've gone to the party without me," Sami murmured after a few seconds of creeping silence between them. Fingers hovered and traced random patterns over Jey's tatted arm, then chest. "You deserve your celebration with them and Jimmy without me."

"N'let you be empty-handed in this room without a present?" Jey questioned with a mock perplexed look. "Naw, I gotta make you, a champ, happy wit' a big ass smile. Dat's our celebration."

All those hours from earlier, a party inside the bar miles away from them was held after Cody won against Roman for the Undisputed Championship. There's a choice for Jey whether or not he's going alongside Jimmy, Kevin, and others— let themselves receive joy with drinks and dances. He ditched at the last minute— for Sami, because he can't let someone be alone with a small amount of gifts, never had a chance to give a deserving one.

Jey is supposed to drink with friends, be joking, dance along, and be rewarded for all the effort he put into the brother versus brother match. However, he didn't bother. He cared about Sami the most; the others understood.

Sami sat up, scooting closer. "Does… does Kev know? Jimmy? Roman?" he asked.

Jey nodded. "They did. They just gave me the look and let me go ahead. But Ludwig wants me to tell you dat yo' Brainbuster," he cleared his throat, rolling his eyes, "is exquisite."

"Sounds like him." Sami chuckled, and pecked Jey's lips, whispering, "Guess I need to pull more tricks up my sleeves and surprise you."

"Like pullin' 'em tricks at the shower?"

"Oh god, no!"

Both couldn't help erupting their laughter ringing across the room, soft kissing and embracing in each other's arms. Everything became soundless again before Jey led Sami to the bathroom, being playful along the way. Two days in a row had been the best, even though the chilliness bothered them sometimes, for their respective WrestleMania matches to be successful. Would be best to be warm rather than complain.

Sami's chances were a fluke before the big stage. Now gripping the known championship in one hand, those chances are greater, transforming and changing the man he is—

A champion with a proud heart.

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For Day 27 of Carry on Countdown 23, Gift. @carryon-countdown

Filthy Anniversary Smut continued, or: aftercare smut. As Simon Snow and Basilton Grimm-Pitch deserve.

Rated more explicitly E than the first part of this. For Baz being overly gentle and forceful at the same time.

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It’s two in the afternoon and they haven’t left bed yet. Well, that isn’t entirely true. And it was less that they hadn’t left bed yet, but more like Baz was keeping Simon in their hotel bed. Simon might have tried to claim it was against his will, but that would’ve been a load of shit. Simon had stumbled into the bathroom at some point after nine in the morning, but then he’d stumbled right back into bed after. He didn’t want to leave bed as much as Baz didn’t want him to.

Baz, on the other hand, had left to get the breakfast they’d ordered in from the restaurant. French toast, slathered in berries and syrup and whipped cream, with fresh coffee and a side of bacon for each of them, absolute decadence in their morning after. He’s also left twice over the course of the morning to get Simon more water, a crime, according to Simon Snow himself. A crime in which he was the primary victim.

Simon’s whining only makes Baz laugh harder while he forces Simon to hydrate.

It’s a slow morning, a tender morning, and Baz spends his spare moments kissing over the burns and scratches and bruises over Simon’s skin. Every kiss presses into his skin like a gift, every sore spot treated with the balm of Basil’s lips, over and over again until Simon is squirming from too much attention.

“Baz–” He gasps as Baz presses another kiss into the dips of Simon’s hips, it’s been hours like this. Simon’s tail slides around Baz’s waist and drags him closer, “–think m’worked up enough, don’t you?”

Baz hums his answer, nipping over soft skin while his hands rub soft over Simon’s thighs, his kisses trailing over the soft curve of Simon’s stomach, tongue darting over sensitive dips in skin and tasting still more of his love.

He keeps going even as Simon asks again.

And again.

And still again.

He keeps trailing kisses over every inch of skin until Simon’s been near fully cleansed on Baz’s kisses, the tender touch of lips and tongue soothing every sore, both phantom and all to present. Baz pushes Simon onto his stomach and repeats the process all over again. His hands join lips in those tender attentions over still more hypersensitive skin, over wings and tail and the precious nape of Simon Snow’s neck. It’s that spot that practically unmakes Simon, collapsing in on himself.

“Basil–” Simon groans out against the mattress, his arms no longer supporting him properly, his knees nearly failing him seconds later, “You can’t– you can’t keep teasing me… I can’t take it anymore… I’m gonna bloody burst, please–”

Baz licks a long stripe up Simon’s spine and then kisses his way back down again, pausing at the small of his back, “You’re not still sore from last night?”

“Doesn’t matter,” Simon groans, legs spreading apart for Baz to slide between all the easier, “You made me like this, now do something about it.”

The demand makes Baz laugh soft over Simon’s skin, but he moves for Simon all the same. He presses a thumb against that tight hole, red and abused still from the night before, but Simon swallows up that digit all the same. His palm presses soft against where Simon wanted him most, where he was aching for Baz’s attention, leaking for it, but he keeps his touches slow and soft. Baz stretches Simon with languid, lazy circles of that thumb inside him, rocking his hand steady against that point until Simon’s practically sobbing for more.

His voice is a stuttering mess for Baz, a litany of pretty pleases, need you, want you, miss you and more, all for Baz to soak up. Baz answers each and every soft, pleading cry with his own soft comforts. A kiss over the jut of Simon’s hipbone, or a teasing nip just under his ribs, or a soft reassurance. “I’m still here, love, I’ve got you, I’ll take care of you,” Baz murmurs in a voice so dark, midnight would envy him.

His thumb slips free of that well used hole, freeing his hand more to rub over that ache, stroking slow over it, soaking Simon that much more in his own mess. Baz shifts his way back down, forcing Simon’s tail to adjust, slipping around his arm inside while Baz’s tongue finds that needy hole, dipping just inside, teasing still more, until Simon’s lost nearly all capacity to speak.

His tongue dives in deeper, finding the remnants of their mix and swallowing it down greedily, and then right back in to find still more. Baz moves in slow circles. His tongue, his fingers and palm all work in tandem, at that torturous pace that has Simon near in tears. He knows Simon’s begging for release, begging to be unmade at the will of Baz’s attentions and only Baz’s attentions. He knows Simon’s burning for it now, but he doesn’t bother hurrying the process.

Baz waits.

Baz waits until his palm’s a mess with Simon’s want, his fingers slipping all too easily over skin, all too raw from his unrelenting touches. Baz waits until Simon’s sobbing has gone quiet, his voice too raw from mindless begging to make words happen the way they’re supposed to. Baz waits until Simon can’t stop himself anymore, until he knows he could just… breathe cold air against Simon’s aching hole, against that point, dripping with want, and make him fall apart.

And that’s exactly what he does.

Baz slides his hand just so, fingers flicking over that heated, soaked point just once before he pulls back enough to breathe cold air over him, and Simon spills sloppy onto the sheets beneath him.

Baz dives back in before Simon’s anywhere near done. Simon’s knees give out while Baz’s tongue slides over every aching inch, catching that spend, swallowing down as much of the mess as he can, cleaning his love all over again as he works Simon through it, humming like it’s the only breakfast he’d really wanted this morning.

Simon’s chest is heaving, his wings are twitching and his tail is flicking mindlessly. Baz sucks a soft mark into the curve of Simon’s ass, his chin dripping with Simon’s mess and his own saliva, and he knows he could keep going, but he has grace enough to give Simon room to breathe.

“Done?” He asks quietly, but Simon’s already shaking his head. “No?” Baz asks again, letting loose a low laugh.

“Mmn-mmn,” Simon purrs for him, “Not till you are,” he manages, voice broken but perfectly content.

“You’re sure?” Baz already knows the answer though.

Simon’s tail flicks his arm for the tease. “You too…”

“You can’t even move, love…”

“Don’t care,” Simon huffs, “You too.”

“More water first,” Baz is already standing to get it and Simon groans out loud for it. Baz tugs at Simon’s tail before he can find the words to his annoyance, “No protests or I’ll make you wait longer.”

Simon pouts, but swallows the urge to protest, and it’s far from the last thing he swallows.

#Carry On Countdown #COC 2023 #baz pitch #simon snow #snowbaz #carry on fanfiction #my writing #there were no pants from the start #Basil being in charge is my kink #author highly recommends aftercare sex #author also recommends overstim

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variety-fangirl · 2 years

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My Saviour / Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Part 1 here Part 3 here

Summary: You and Eddie had a great night spending time together, talking about anything and everything. You find yourselves growing closer and feelings beginning to bloom.

Warnings: 18+ NO MINORS upset reader, swearing, mentions of cheating and divorce of parents, Andy being a dick. Lmk if I missed anything 😚

Author's note: I honestly am enjoying writing this so much!! And I'm so glad that people like it too :D. I hit 424 followers! Thank you so much for the ongoing support and love, it honestly means more than you all know 🥰🤩🥳 Liking, reblogging, and commenting really help me out. Thank you my loves!

Word count: 1.9k

You arrive home late that night, a stupid smile on your face as you slowly close your bedroom door. You bite your lip as make your way into your room, needing to get ready for bed. You were thankful your parents were asleep, so they wouldn't ask questions about where you'd been all this time. Not that they probably noticed at the moment with everything going on. You were thankful you hadn't woken them up when you snuck in, although you were an adult so you could make your own decisions.

Having changed into your pyjamas and done your nightly routine, you get into your double bed. You stare up at the ceiling in the dark, thinking back on the night you had with Eddie. He was everything you had imagined and more, you couldn't understand how people could hate him or not bother to get to know him. He had been nothing but kind and caring all night.

You and Eddie sat on his couch comfortably, shoes on the floor by the coffee table in front of you. Your bodies sat sideways so you could face each other, your legs having inched closer as the night went on. Your upper arm leaning on top of the backrest of the couch, your hand supporting your head. Eddie had his arm leaning on the backrest of the couch also, his arm having dropped and inching closer to yours every so often.

Music played quietly in the background to fill any silence, not that either of you was paying attention to it or there had been any silence. You weren't sure how long you'd been there by this point, but it was now dark out. Neither took any notice though, too wrapped up in your conversation. "So you walked in on them hooking up? They were upstairs knowing you were there and still did it?" Eddie questioned with a frown, you nodded sadly. "Yep. They obviously didn't care about me finding out, I had just found out about my parent's divorce as well, so it was like a stab in the back from both of them."

You sigh and shake your head, flashes of Andy on top of Erin with her dress hiked up around her waist filling your mind. Andy's wide eyes staring at your shocked state as you took in the scene happening in front of you. Tears pricking at your vision as the feeling of utter betrayal set in, you had felt like you were going to be sick. Erin's eyes meeting yours, not an ounce of regret or shock in them. It had been what she wanted, to get caught so the sneaking around could stop. Had she always hated you? Always wanted Andy? Despite being the one who had told you to give him a chance in the first place.

"I'm so sorry you had to see that or even be put in that position in the first place, you deserve so much better than that." Eddie shook his head, his hand gently touching your arm. You shook your head and smiled sadly, blinking away the tears as a bitter laugh escaped. "Thank you. Honestly? I'd rather have found out now, at four months, than down the road at one year together. At least I only liked him, it'll make it easier to get over him." you wipe away a stray tear, Eddie nodded in agreement.

"Hey, thanks for, uh, sticking up for me back there. At school, not many people say anything back. Why did you?" Eddie wondered, fiddling with his rings nervously. You smiled to yourself at the action, did you really make him that nervous? Surely not. "Because you're a good guy, your not the things they say you are. You're not a freak, you are just different than they are and they can't understand that. So, fuck them." you smile warmly at him, your hand moving to place on top of his. Eddie bit his lip as he stared at your hand, warmth spreading through him.

You take a look outside and realise how dark it is, peeking at your watch on your wrist. "Shit, it's late. I should really go," you announce as you meet Eddie's eyes. He nodded, a look of disappointment appearing on his features. It made you want to smile, he wanted you to stay. And truly, you wanted to stay too but your parents would kill you. "Oh yeah, sorry I kept you so long." he walked with you towards the door. You make your way outside, Eddie following. "Don't be, I enjoyed spending time with you. Thanks for listening to me, it means a lot. More than you realise. See you tomorrow?" you hopefully ask.

Eddie looks at you with surprise and nods, "yeah course. Welcome at our table any time." You nod with a smile and wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a hug. Eddie stands frozen, not expecting this at all. He slowly wraps his arms around you, his face in the crook of your neck. He gets a face full of your scent, sweet and intoxicating. Too quickly for both of your liking, the hug ended and you both pull away. You lean over and grab the right side of his face, placing a kiss on his left cheek. You let your lips linger for a few seconds before pulling away, Eddie's eyes wide.

You walk away, biting your bottom lip with a smile as you get into your car. A gentle "bye" passes your lips before you close your door and start your engine. Watching you drive away, Eddie stands there with a smile. He was hooked already, he knew he was fucked. What Eddie didn't realise was, that you were hooked too.

You woke the next morning feeling better than the previous day, actually excited to go to school. You get up and shower, taking time to shave and use your favourite products. Take time to moisturise your whole body with your favourite body lotion and spray with your favourite perfume. You decided to put a little make-up on, something simple but noticeable. These little acts gave you the boost you needed to feel good about yourself, a little TLC.

Making your way downstairs fully dressed and ready, you go into the kitchen to have breakfast. The silence was deafening, your father was sitting at the dining table with a paper in hand. Your mother was in the kitchen, looking exhausted, as she made breakfast for everyone. "Morning dear, Andy has called for you twice already. What's going on with you two?" your mother wondered, passing you a plate of food. You smile, "thanks, mom. Look, something happened and I don't want to get into it but we've broken up." you walked to the table, joining your father.

"Okay dear, we'll talk about it some other time. Anyway, I need to leave for work. See you later, love you!" your mother placed a kiss on your cheek and left, the silence taking over once again. You ate your food, your father enjoyed his reading and didn't like to be disturbed. You really hated how awkward things had become in your household, wishing for things to magically be okay. You were thankful once you finished, so you could leave.

The school day goes by quickly, lunch arriving quicker than you expected. You grab food for yourself and walk over, smiling as you see Eddie talking animated to the others at the table. Eddie spots you and smiles, you feel butterflies erupt in your stomach. Just as you were about to walk over there, Chrissy calls for you. You walk over to her, Andy's eyes watching your every move. You refused to even look his or Erin's way, focusing all your attention on your best friend.

Eddie watched sadly, assuming that you weren't coming over. He felt like an idiot, why the hell would you choose him and his friends over the popular kids? It hurt him a little, okay a lot, did yesterday mean nothing? Were you going to get back together with that dick? The thought made him feel angry, jealousy rearing its ugly head. He had no right to feel jealous or be angry, but here he was, feeling jealous about the thought of you and Andy back together.

To Eddie's surprise, you say goodbye to Chrissy and walk away from the table, making your way towards his table. You notice a spare seat next to Eddie and sit down on it, placing your tray on the table. The group stare at you in silence, their conversation seizing. "C'mon guys, is this going to be a reoccurring thing, you stopping talking when I sit down? I'm going to be here quite often from now on so keep talking!" you laugh, looking at them all with a smile.

You notice that Eddie is still staring at you, eyes holding something you couldn't put your finger on. "What?" you question with a frown, a confused smile on your face. Eddie shook his head with a smirk, "nothing, princess." You blush at the nickname, biting your bottom lip as you look down at your tray to avoid eye contact. Dustin stares at Eddie and smirks, about to open his mouth. "Shut it Henderson!" Eddie interrupts him, the young boy giggling. "Okay nerds! Back to the campaign!"

You try to focus on your lunch and leave them to talk but you found their enthusiasm and passion for their Hellfire campaign to be quite interesting. You didn't really know anything about the game or what it looked like but it piqued your interest. They made you want to know and learn, they made you feel excited for them. You found yourself paying attention to what they were saying and even asking questions, the gang was more than happy to explain the rules and gist of the game to you.

Eddie found himself peeking looks at you while everyone talked to you, amazed by you. You seemed genuinely interested in what everyone was saying and the game, even asking if you could attend one of their meetings. He swore he fell in love with you at that moment, not one ounce of judgment or disgust on your face. You had just openly accepted them all and their differences without a second thought, you were so kind and sweet. You didn't look at him like he was weird for like a fantasy game or as if he was a freak. You looked at him with such genuine happiness.

You turned to him with a smile, smirking when you catch him already staring at you. "Only if you're okay with me coming, Eddie. I'd love to see you all in action! It sounds really interesting." you wonder, your knees accidentally brushing under the table as you face him. Oh yeah, he was definitely a goner. Eddie smiled and nodded, trying to keep his cool, "of course, you can." Even as you turned back to face everyone, neither you nor Eddie moved your knees from touching. Both enjoying the feeling of being this close to each other.

Andy watched from his table, glaring daggers into Eddie's side. His fists balled at his sides as his eyes dropped to the sight of your knees touching, you even leaned into Eddie's direction as you laughed. Andy got up and stormed out, Erin running after him. You turned your head in the direction of the people whispering, catching the scene unfold in front of you. You roll your eyes at his dramatics. He had always been the jealous type, so it honestly didn't surprise you but he had no right, he was the one who cheated. You weren't looking forward to cheer practice.

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