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ivegotthewholeworldussy · 1 month

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victory feast (tennis player!arle smut fic)

contains: no plot, arlecchino with a dick, victory sex, size kink, creampie, semi-public handjobs, edging, light exhibitionism, cunnilingus

(nsfw below, mdni)

“40-30. match point, arlecchino,” the umpire announces. it’s the final match of the teyvat grand slam, and to call it intense is an understatement. my girlfriend, arlecchino, is facing off against signora. they’re two of the best female tennis players in teyvat with an ongoing rivalry. the match has been going on for almost five hours now; arlecchino and signora have won two sets each, with this last set determining who will take home the grand slam trophy.

arlecchino prepares to serve the ball, getting in position before tossing it into the air. she strikes the ball with her racket, and signora returns her serve with a forehand. the rally is very long, both refusing to yield or back down. after going for about half an hour, the match is over when arlecchino counters signoras lob with a jump smash.

“game, set, match. arlecchino three sets to five,” the umpire announces. arlecchino and signora meet in the middle of the court, shaking hands for a good game. the officials award arlecchino the teyvat grand slam trophy, and she gives her victory speech.

“…i would also like to thank my wonderful girlfriend, who is my biggest supporter.” she points to me, and the camera moves to the same direction. “without them, i wouldn’t have made it this far.”

i couldn’t help but blush as soon as the camera was on me, and hearing arlecchinos comment only made me even more flustered.

as soon as the stadium clears out, i immediately run to arlecchino, jumping into her arms as i kiss her.

“you did so amazing out there, arle,” i exclaimed. arlecchino chuckles and kisses me back.

“thanks, babe. i wouldn’t have done it without your support,” she responds.

i lean into her ear and whisper, “i have a special victory feast waiting for you tonight, my champion.” i sneak my hand underneath her shirt and run it up and down her abs, letting it travel further down until it reaches her shorts. i pull them down by the waistband, her erection springing out completely.

i wrap my hand around her shaft, and arlecchino lets out a hitched breath. as we make eye contact, arlecchino nods her head, silently giving me permission to continue.

i move my hand down to the tip of her cock, leaking with pre-cum. i swipe my thumb across the tip, and arlecchino lets out a low groan in response. from there, i started stroking her cock up and down, beginning at a slow pace. her hips thrust into my hand as i increase my pace, and the way her dick twitches in my hand indicates shes close to cumming. so i pull my hand away from her, which causes arlecchino to grunt in frustration.

“not yet, handsome. you can have your way with me when we get to our hotel room,” i whisper in a teasing manner. “that was only a sneak peek.”

when we arrived at our hotel room, our clothes are immediately removed, and arlecchino has me pinned down onto the bed. she leaves hickeys all over my neck and chest, and continues to kiss further down my body until her face is close to my soaking entrance.

she kisses the inside of my thighs, teasing me before she finally puts her tongue in my pussy. i let out a loud moan, grabbing arlecchinos face to pull her closer. as she eats me out, she uses her fingers to rub my clit, causing me to grind my hips against her face as she continues her ministrations.

“fuck, arle… i’m so close…” i whimper. my hips move faster as i try to pull her face closer. however, just as im about to cum, arlecchino pulls her face away from my cunt, pulling me in for a kiss. i couldn’t help but let out a groan as i taste myself on her.

“not yet, baby. that was only a sneak peek…” she quips, using my words against me. “after all, you’re the one who said i can have my way with you…”

arlecchino puts me in a mating press, teasing her cock against my entrance. pre-cum leaks from the tip, and she rubs it all over my clit, before pushing herself inside. she pulls me in for a kiss as her dick starts to penetrate me, and i groan into her lips when she bottoms out.

she pulls away from the kiss, looking directly into my eyes. i nod my head, giving her permission to keep going. arlecchino starts to move her hips slowly and asks, “how are you feeling, my love?”

“please, keep going, arle…” i beg desperately. “i need you right now…”

“someone’s being impatient tonight,” arlecchino teases, before continuing to thrust her hips against mine. “you’re so tight around me, baby…”

arlecchino gradually increases her pace, leaving hickeys all over my neck and my chest as she fucks me. she moves her hands up and down my body until they reach my stomach, where the outline of her cock is visible. the feeling of her hand on my stomach has me groaning and clenching around her dick even tighter.

the bed starts to shake as arlecchino and i near our peaks, with sound of our groans gradually increasing in volume. a small part of me feels bad for whoever has the room next to ours, but i couldn’t find it in me to care about it. not when i can feel arlecchinos dick twitching inside my pussy.

“fuck, im gonna cum soon, arle…” i whimper in her ear. arlecchino moves her hips faster in response.

arlecchino uses her fingers to tease my clit, causing me to tighten around her cock as i reach my orgasm. arlecchino cums almost immediately, spilling her seed in my cunt. i clench even tighter around her dick, attempting to milk every last drop from her.

arlecchino holds me in her arms, still keeping her dick inside my entrance. “perhaps i should win more grand slam titles, so i can experience such mind-blowing sex with you more often,” she jests.

i couldn’t help the small chuckle leaving my lips. “we can have all the mind-blowing sex we want, regardless if you win or lose. no matter what, i’ll always be your biggest supporter.”

“i know, my love. you’re the reason i still keep playing,” she whispers in my ear. “i love you so much, baby.”

“i love you too, arle,” i respond, before falling asleep to the sound of my girlfriend’s heartbeat.

#genshin impact #fatui harbingers #arlecchino #the knave #arlecchino x reader #arlecchino smut #genshin x reader #genshin smut #tennis player!arle has me in a chokehold #signora is arlecchino’s tennis rival #no minors please

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nvrsaidiwasinurcloset · 5 months

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Best friends brother! Ethan sexting and sending nudes?

I've never written anything like this, so hopefully it doesn't suck🙃

Gimme - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

Part 2

This contains SMUT - Minors DNI

Summary: Your best friends brother wants you to give him special attention through the phone.

A/N: eeeek hopefully I didn't bomb this. Let me know what you guys think!

You and Quinn were sitting on your bed, scrolling through your phones. After a while of liking all your friends’ photos and watching the occasional funny video, a message from Ethan popped up on your phone.

Ethan: Come Over

You: Can’t. Your sister’s at my house🙄

Ethan: But I have something I need your help with

Your eyes bulged as the image of him popped on the screen. His hand wrapped around his erect cock was making you wet.

You: Fuck🤤

You: How do you expect me to help you with that when your sister is right here

Ethan: What would you do if you walked in on me jacking off?

You: I’d pull your hand away and use my mouth instead

Ethan: Would you let me fuck your face?

At this point, your panties were definitely soaked. You thought back to the time he was having a really bad night, and you were trying to relieve some of his tension. The way your eyes watered as he thrusted himself into your mouth regularly playing on repeat in your head.

You: Yes

You: Until you shoot your cum down my throat

Ethan: Fuck, I wish you were here

Ethan: You know how much I love eating your pussy

You: Stopppp 😫

You: I can’t even touch myself right now

Ethan: Just go into the bathroom and take some nudes for me

Ethan: I want to see you

So that’s what you did. Quinn was too invested in the conversation she was having with her newest “Friend” that she didn’t even look up when you said you’d be back in a minute.

Once you had the bathroom door locked, you started taking your clothes off. You snapped pictures as you shed each article of clothing, before sitting on the counter to get a shot of you rubbing your fingers on your clit. You almost forgot to send them as your fingers moved faster.

Ethan: Baby?

You: Shit, sorry

You send him the photos, your hands shaking as you felt the pleasure building inside you.

Ethan: Would you rather have my fingers on you?

A quiet moan left your mouth as you read the message, thinking about his hands all over the parts of your body you needed him the most.

You: Yes

You: I’m so close

Ethan: Me too, those pictures of you are so fucking hot

You were teetering on the edge of your orgasm when you heard Quinn yelling for you.

You: Your sister is always cockblocking even when we aren’t together🙄

Ethan: I’ll sneak out later and come to your house after she comes home

Ethan: It’d be a shame to miss out on hearing those noises you make when you cum😏

You: I can’t wait

You jumped up, quickly putting your clothes back on. Once you made it back to your room, she’s grabbing her stuff to leave.

“I have a dick appointment. Cover for me if anyone asks if I’m here,” she said, walking out of your room.

“Have fun!” you yelled after her, as you pulled out your phone to text Ethan.

You: She’s leaving, come over

Ethan: Be there in a few😘

#scream #scream smut #ethan landry #ethan landry smut #ethan landry x reader

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gaysindistress · 6 months

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Hey my sweet sweetheart 😘 so I'm currently sitting in the dark as the power in the whole town went down and Id have the wish to have Bucky here with me. So there's maybe this idea where they have also no power at the compound and the reader sneaks her way into Bucks room cause she doesn't want to be alone and he prepares everything with candles and blankets to have all comfy so that he can cuddle you all night 🥺 aw this makes me crave him so bad 😞

Hey hey 💕

I tried to finish this yesterday but I got distracted when I got home. Anyways here it is! I hope you survived your power outage 😉

The lights above flickered for a moment before all chaos descended upon me. The generators cry out as they shut off and even the air conditioning disappears too.

“Jarvis?” I hesitantly call for the AI that I hated at first but later thanked Tony for.

“Jarvis?” I call out again but there’s no reply.

I can hear others down the hall calling for him too but they too receive nothing. Vision waltzes through my wall and informs me that the power is out.

“Mr.Stark has yet to confirm when it will be back on. He asks that no one disturb him while he works to turn it back on,” he states before walking through my wall again.

I curse under my breath and flop myself onto my bed. I had been working on a mission report but seeing as the power is out and therefore the wifi, it doesn’t look like I’ll be doing anymore work.

Usually Tony is quick to get things up and running again however this new compound is significantly larger than Stark Tower. There may only be 3 stories to power however it spans across 15 acres, all of which contain various important power sources. I can only imagine how long it’ll take even with the help of Bruce and Peter (granted Peter may just get in the way but it’s the thought that counts.)

The reality of sitting alone in the dark for an indefinite amount of time starts to weigh on me and it’s been less than a minute. It’s not that I’m afraid of the dark, I’m just afraid of what’s IN the dark and being alone without a way to call for help isn’t where I want to be.

I slide out of bed, wrapped up in a blanket like it’s my armor and book it to the door. Popping my head out, I spot Wanda and Natasha walking towards me.

“We’re having a game night in the living room. You should come with us,” Wanda excitedly tells me but Natasha is quick to give me the answer I really want.

“He was in his room when we walked past,” she says with a faint smile.

“Thank you. Maybe next time,” I mumble to them as I dash past and towards his room.

When I come to stand in front of his door, I can’t find the courage to knock. I nervously shift on my feet as i hope the ceiling would come crashing down so i wouldn’t have to knock or survive this power outage. Voices float down the hall towards me and I know it’s now or never.

I gingerly knock, hoping that Bucky would hear and open the door before the voices see me.

The door cracks open and my savior looks at my wearily, “y/n?”

I wince at the harsh sound of his voice as the door cautiously swings open, allowing me a chance to slip in. I take it and tuck myself against the wall as Bucky turns to look at me.

“Come here,” he says in a gentler tone with his arms spread wide. When I don’t immediately take a step forward, he takes a cautious step towards me and waits. I almost knock him over from the force of me launching myself at him.

“Let’s get you into bed,” he whispers after pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

I barely nod in agreement and he’s gently pulling me towards his bed. Ever the gentlemen, he doesn’t try to remove my blanket and instead lifts his covers so I can curl into a ball under both layers.

He tucks his duvet around me before leaving and opening his closet. I can’t see what he’s doing but I can hear his gathering things and closing the door. Returning only minutes later to his position next my hunched form, he nudges my hip for me to move over. When I move, I can see that he’s lit several candles and placed them throughout the room. He doesn’t mention it as he crawls in next to me and wraps his arms around me.

“Thank you.”

“No need for that, doll. You know that.”

I move my head so I can look up at him and he does the same. I’ve always thought him to be the most beautiful men I’ve ever seen but the kindness and thoughtfulness of this moment confirms that. He is the epitome of beauty from his looks to his heart.

Bucky glances to my lips for a second and I do the same. It’s now or never.

We meet I n the middle, completely enthralled with each other and this moment. He closes the last few inches and captures my lips in a kiss. He shifts so that hes leaning over me as our lips move together, growing breathless. Pulling away, i smile at the man above me, delicate pieces of dark hair framing the face of this angel.

“You are the best thing that has ever happened to me” I murmur before my lips meet his once again. I feel him nod as our mouths part and his tongue slides against mine.

“And you are my light,” he murmurs back as we wrap ourselves up in each other.

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fic #marvel imagine #bucky barnes fanfic #request

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bubbleddisasters · 1 month

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Stupid Shit I’ve done/Gotten myself into by accident/been dragged into as Twisted Wonderland Characters:

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Ace : Heard my sister screaming bloody murder downstairs and didn’t do shit because I assumed she was watching a horror movie. Turns out there was a fire in the oven.

Bonus: Sniped my friend in the eye from across the Cafeteria with a Ketchup Packet, Meant to hit his glasses, but he repositioned them at the last second.

Deuce: Answered Maine four times on a Historical Geography test and was wrong all four times.

Cater: Threw my phone out of the window in a panic after seeing one of my Idols followed me back.

Bonus : Accidentally convinced a transfer camper from Wales I was from London after I quoted something in the accent to myself in the showers and was too awkward to tell them I wasn’t when they struck up the conversation.

(I am from America, and the camp is in America.)

Trey: Accidentally created a puddle of Dark Red Icing and Stepped in it four times in a row while making a cake at 2 am.

Bonus : Befriended and helped out the owner of a French Bakery down the street when they started out, they ended up becoming really popular (rightfully so, her stuff is amazing) and now I either get free shit and/or Friends and Family Discounts.

Riddle : I have read the dictionary on multiple occasions out of sheer boredom.

Bonus: I once read the bible and marked down verses. Im not religious I just needed to win an argument.

Leona: Slept through an earthquake and 3 ambulances coming to my house bcs my sister was hurt.

Ruggie: Waited for families going inside to pass by and asked them to hold the door for me so I could sneak into a VIP rooms for free food. (Usually only at fancy hotels but luckily this strategy is flexible when your 5’2 with a baby face.)

Jack: Used to Smash open large rocks containing Crystals or Quartz at the beach as a kid, and now I have a large collection of them.

Bonus: I have extremely good hearing, to the point I hear into the negative decibels up to -15 - -20 (according to the audiologist this is rare but i literally don’t know shit about audio and decibels) so my old dormmates used to try and bribe me to tell them what I heard about certain things or themselves.

Bonus 2: Almost got shot by an illegal hunter while in the woods with my sister.

Floyd : Cracked my skull open at the pool, lost consciousness for a few seconds and woke up in the water calling for help, then got confused on why I was calling for help.

Bonus : A Sea lion once came up to me while I was scuba diving and did little circles, bumped its snout on my mask and just followed me the whole time in a very gleeful manner as a temporary homie.

Bonus 2: Apparently ate / took bites of my moms library books as a little kid (????) according to the librarian.

Jade: Taught myself to untie my hands with my hands behind my back, tie by hands behind my back with my hands behind my back, deciphered, translated and memorized a fictional hieroglyphic language, Read from Act 1 to Act 6 of Homestuck, and accidentally discovered how to disguise Chocolate Ice Cream as Pistachio; all within the span of 2 weeks. (I had covid and was A-Symptomatic)

Bonus : Lived in the Woods for 7 months (in total), had a large bag of mica and Almost Drowned in a tent when there was no moving water nor rain. (Basically, I was asleep, Woke up underwater, nearly went back to bed, then shot out of my tent screaming “My Tent Titanticed!” )

(It was like 3 am don’t judge me)

Azul: Somehow ended up with $2200 dollars in $100s in Monopoly at the end of the game. Also have been stuck between two identical twins while talking with both and boi that shits TRIPPY. (I also almost died with them later but it was fine)

Bonus: I lived on a middle of fuck knows where island during the spring and summer up until covid, yet I absolutely despise eating fish or Shellfish, and the smell often makes me nauseous.

(Bonus 2: I love shiny things, but very specifically fancy looking keys. I also had a weird obsession with signing a shiny contract after watching Ariel. Another tiny thing Is I own a Flotsam and Jetsam Scarf which I chuck around when Floyd or Jade pisses me off ingame.)

Kalim : Got distracted by a cool leaf while at a fancy resort in Xatapa, Mexico, and waddled off from my parents and explored around to try and find more, somehow managed to get extremely far and ended up lost in a whole different city for 6 hours while trying to find my way back.

Bonus 1: I had an obsession with Kiwis for awhile as a kid, and our neighbors house had a Pangium tree that reached over to our yard. (It was planted before either families moved in so we didn’t know) I thought it was some kind of strange Kiwi and ate one. I didn’t like it and was like “Oh maybe its not ripe” and waited 3-5 months then tried it again, same reaction, repeat process one more time.

I went to my parents out of curiosity and asked them what it was, and so after some process I am unaware of but I think my mom brought one of the fruits somewhere, we discovered what it was.

Pangium contains Fatal amounts of Cyanide if not properly prepared. I was fine but for the love of anything please don’t try eating it like little me did.

Bonus 2: I’ve Almost died more times than I can count on both hands and feet. Im not an heir or something fancy I just have wackass luck.

Jamil: Once had to talk my sister out of jumping off a tour boat because our cousin dared her to.

Bonus : Managed to make French Toast in the middle of the woods with Dehydrated Milk, Cinnamon, Three Eggs I stole, and a loaf of bread we got once a month. Also made 3 kinds marinated chicken in the middle of the woods.

(My Cooking Style is literally “just trust me bro.” I’m like Lilia except it actually works and is edible)

Epel : Whenever we went applepicking at my Grandfathers house, I’d climb into the trees and throw or pass the apples down. Sometimes I actually wish I could sit in trees more often shits comfy.

Bonus: My Mom was a Champion Horseback Rider as a kid, and sometimes took us to this Dude Ranch I shall not name for my own privacy, but I’d run around with this group of kids and this one herding dog like a damn movie protagonist, sometimes go riding horses, or the one time we stole a tractor and near crashed it (THE REGRETS I STILL HAVE-) etc.

The WHIPLASH from that to going back to a whitewashed Northeast suburban town is insane.

Rook: My Cousins and I, and sometimes the kids at the priorly mentioned ranch, would play the most intense games of manhunt (basically really intense hide n seek at night) ,

I mean wearing camo if you had it, alliances, little dollar store walkie-talkies, code words, binoculars, climbing in trees or hiding in bushes/tall grasses/Hay to “scout”.

I hid in a large pot/vase more than once and another time on a roof, and (ONLY ONCE, DO NOT DO THIS IM STUPID) under a car.

I still remain the top in last man standing points. Mostly bcs I’m stingy with rescues but shhh

Vil - Accidentally poured a lot of liquid eyeliner into my eye, was literally crying out Eyeliner for 30 minutes. Also taught myself to run and jump in heels as a kid because I thought it looked cool in movies.

Ortho : Unknowingly was Hacking my Elementary School Databank for several years,

I genuinely thought it was normal to go on the school website, press a few buttons and be able to find a friends address if I had a playdate and needed to tell my mom where the house was, a parents phone number if needed communication with my friends parents , and mostly ignored the other general info.

I didn’t even know I did this until my dad told me a few months ago that I almost got suspended for it but by the time they found out it was the end of my last year there. ;—;

Idia: Accidentally acquired both a Nahida and Eula in Genshin and was genuinely annoyed at the time, they are now my most powerful DPS’s…

Bonus : I own a shit ton of original Japanese first edition Pokemon Cards my cousin gave me, (they are probably worth more than me which is neat), and I have a giant pile of Pokemon plushies I have infact fallen asleep on or in on multiple occasions.

Bonus 2: I was playing Breath of the Wild, and my very first thing I did after getting off the plateau was beeline for the castle. I actually got all the way up and took out 2 blights but the Wind one kicked my ass.

Bonus 3: Got confessed to and asked out by a guy I did not like nor knew very well, and I panicked, said “Maybe, Sorry no.” And ran into a wall. Also have crawled through a chute to avoid an awkward situation as a kid (do not recommend its dusty and definitely not safe)

Bonus 4: Once didn’t sleep for 5 days.

Malleus : Accidentally attended a Private Party and a Private Funeral in the same week. I was not invited nor knew anyone present. Stayed there for most of it because I was too nervous to say I wasn’t supposed to be there. Whoop.

Bonus: Got nicknamed the “Trip Curse.” By my Old Dormmates because everytime I went on a trip with them everything seemed to go to shit or get hella chaotic.

Bonus 2: Another camping one: Once woke up at night with a shit ton of fireflies just chilling in my tent. It was serene but also I genuinely thought I was hallucinating for a few minutes.

Lilia: Literally will hang upside down anywhere I can, its so fun bro.

Bonus : I know an extremely large amount of useless historical information, and once genuinely realized I know more about poison than what flour and eggs are used for in baking.

Silver : Once befriended a wild horse ( Im like 90% sure he was a Chestnut).

I called him Clover the Dog like horse because he was honestly just a golden retriever in the body of a horse.

This is great and theres alot of sweet moments, but then theres the times you have a giant horse galloping full speed at you for attention or trying to nudge you affectionately and nearly pushing you into a creek in the process.

Sebek: Got groundstruck by lightning once. Also I am often told I have a loud voice.

Che’nya : a good friend of mine and I have an inside joke at school where if we see eachother through a window (my school has alot of indoor windows for some reason?), we’ll text the other “Behind you.” Or “To your left.”

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Theres more things I can think of but I have run out of characters and this is getting too long, so ye!

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batneko · 1 year

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Okay I got another bowuigi idea.

Koopa Kingdom gets infested with Legally-Distinct-From-Tribbles and nobody can figure out how to get rid of them, they're eating everything, fire only makes them multiply somehow, and one day Bowser is trying to come up with ideas and mutters "What would Princess Peach do?" and one of his minions says "Call the Mario Brothers probably." They both have a good laugh over this.

But time goes by and the not!Tribbles are still everywhere, and finally Bowser is like "okay I'm at least going to ASK, can't hurt to ask, but I'll address it to the green one, that'll be less embarrassing."

Meanwhile Luigi has been feeling a little down about himself, so when he gets the letter he's like "Maybe if I do it it'll prove I can solve problems by myself!" (he was the only one who was doubting this). So he rolls up to the castle determined to Be A Hero and only changes his mind and turns around three times along the way.

Bowser is kind of a dick at first, naturally, but Luigi manages to stand up for himself and insist on being paid at least. This is an extermination job, not a rescue mission. After some back and forth Bowser agrees to give him a Kidnapping Rain Check - next time Luigi just isn't feeling it, he can use the rain check and make Bowser give up on his latest Kidnap Peach plan.

So Luigi goes around, studies the not!Tribbles, comes up with some plans for keeping them out of the food, etc. At first he's having to power through the fear, but eventually he realizes Bowser is mostly bluster (this time) and focuses more on doing the job.

A lot of time passes with both of them being surprised by each other. Luigi learns that Bowser rules through respect, not fear, and that he cares about others. Bowser learns that Luigi is more than just an inferior copy of his brother. I'm picturing a scene where Bowser (who has been casually talking down to Luigi this whole time) says something insulting, and Luigi snaps back with an insult of his own, and Bowser is so surprised that he busts out in genuine laughter. "Okay that's a good one. If you ever repeat it I'll throw you off something, but that's pretty good."

And maybe a scene where they're planning a Public Awareness Campaign so people will keep their food in sealed containers and stop burning the not!Tribbles already seriously you're only making it worse, and as they're talking about it Bowser Jr. wanders in and demands to be able to help. Bowser is like “Sure, you can make the artwork for all the posters we're going to put up, here's what I need you to draw.” Luigi watches this and thinks to himself, in order, “huh, I didn't think Bowser would be a good dad” and then “wait a minute, why didn't I think Bowser would be a good dad? That's not fair to him,” and then “wait since when have I cared about being fair to Bowser?”

Bowser definitely falls first, though he doesn't realize it for longer. He finds himself actually caring what Luigi thinks of him, and gets angry at himself for caring. At one point they're looking for cracks that the not!Tribbles might be sneaking in through, and have to take down a portrait of Peach that Bowser had put up in a secluded corner. Once that's done he completely forgets to put it back up for like two weeks, only realizing when he stumbles over it that he's barely thought of her at all lately.

Luigi, on the other hand, one day thinks to himself “Bowser is so cute when he laughs” and realizes instantly that he's sunk.

Finally they start making progress with the not!Tribbles, so Luigi is like “okay I'll come back in a week and see if the numbers have gone down,” and Bowser is like “yeah sure whatever.” But the next day he's listless and grouchy (he'd barely been grouchy at all lately, what's up with that?) and takes until almost evening to understand he misses Luigi. They both miss each other.

When Luigi finally comes back the not!Tribbles have gone down, but not enough, so he's back to coming over every day to do more research. Bowser is still barely clinging to denial, but he's started trying to look nicer, polishing his shell and combing his hair. Luigi notices and tries very hard not to notice.

If fire makes them multiply, maybe ice prevents it? So they put together some kind of giant mousetrap with lots of food and successfully manage to trap most of the not!Tribbles in a giant ice cube. It only takes another couple of days to track down the stragglers. They've done it! Luigi has saved (for a certain value of “saved”) the Koopa Kingdom.

And... that's it. There's no reason for him to stay anymore. Bowser scribbles out the rain check and starts to hand it to him... And stops.

“Don't take it.”

“What?”

“Don't take that. It's useless.”

“You're not going to honor it?” Luigi asks. He'd almost been allowing himself to think Bowser might like him back, a little bit, but now he's reminded that there's been someone more important to him since before all this started. Before they even met.

“I mean you're never going to have a reason to use it!” Bowser says.

He's never going to kidnap Peach again. At least, not the way he used to. Bowser still wants to take over the Mushroom Kingdom – as well as everywhere else, but Peach... she doesn't mean anything to him anymore.

He can't bring himself to say that though, and frustrated and angry he snaps at Luigi to take something else from the castle too, treasure or tools, anything he wants. And goes up to his bedroom to mope.

It's not until days later that he realizes one of his portraits is missing. It was a good one, he thought he looked really imposing in it, so he yells at people until somebody admits that the portrait was the thing Luigi took as his “payment.”

It wouldn't have been worth much. The frame was nice, but not THAT nice. If Luigi took Bowser's portrait it must be because he wanted it.

Bowser writes Luigi another letter, this time inviting him to dinner.

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kivino · 10 months

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FANTASY AU WITH VALERIA!

Word Counter - ~900 words.

Summary – self-indulgent thoughts with Rogue!Valeria in a fantasy setting!

Tags/Warnings – very much Dragon Age coded, reader is a mage/healer, mentions of blood and injury, this is very corny™, gn!reader.

A/n – wrote it almost in one go, very sorry if someone already did something like this! I originally planned for my first writing post to be Graves fanfiction that I’m working on right now, but I just couldn’t contain myself, lololol

Rogue!Valeria who stumbles into your clinic one moonlit night while running away from the city guard, hands clawing at her side, blood seeping through the delicate fabric of her shirt and vest, slipping in and out of consciousness, as she tries to hold onto the cold walls that smelled of medicine and herbs.

Rogue!Valeria who made so much noise and racket downstairs that it woke you up better than any of your assistants could. You fly out of your bed, covers and colorful duvets trailing behind you in a stream of fabric, long forgotten on the floor of your bedroom as you run down the stairs, in fear that somebody broke into your clinic, no patients of yours were staying overnight today. Any words that could’ve been said evaporate as you see a woman, bleeding out on the floor, back propped up against the counter, and…are those daggers she is carrying?

Rogue!Valeria who wakes up the next morning in someone else’s bed, her wound freshly bandaged, hot breakfast already prepared for her. And at that moment she thinks she must’ve died and gone to the Fade. Where else would she see a spirit as beautiful as you?

Rogue!Valeria who tried her best to leave this quiet haven, full of smells, colors, and so many things unknown to her (she’s no mage after all), but she just can’t, throbbing pain in her abdomen stopping her the moment she even tries to stand up among the quiet murmurs of your patients and their relatives. You throw her a stern look, and she is immediately pinned to the soft sheets like her body is not her own.

Rogue!Valeria who finally has a chance to talk to you once it’s time to change the bandages on her wound. You sit near her, your voice quiet, asking “May I?”, as you delicately remove the covers. Valeria asks if you can speed up the recovery, seeing what a miracle worker you were, treating the patients all day with the help of not only healing salves, herbs, and potions but also magic. And you decide to grant her request, hands gliding along the surface of her skin, Valeria’s stab wound slowly closing and a delicate, light scar forming. She doesn’t know how much that takes out of you until your assistant helps you walk back to your room to get much-needed rest. Her eyes lingered on your fatigued figure as her fingers keep poking and prodding at the thin skin of her new scar, feeling something warm spark inside her.

Rogue!Valeria whose gang starts protecting you. Thieves know better than to try picking any of the locks on your doors, signs carved on the worn wood by her informing them that this place is off-limits.

Rogue!Valeria who sneaks through your backdoor, knowing you always forget to lock it, seeing you sleeping on another book, laid out under your arms. She wraps you in a soft blanket, pressing her finger against her lips when she sees awake patients or assistants eyeing you two.

Rogue!Valeria who leaves the flowers she picked from the gardens of her rich targets on your windowsill, petals ruffled and worn, former beauty still recognizable. Instead of putting those flowers in the water you dry and preserve every single one of them, with time gathering small bouquets that greet you each morning around your clinic. When she visits “officially”, she asks about them and you just say that you have no idea who leaves the flowers, mischief tugging at the corners of your eyes. Valeria only grins in response. “Is that so? You must have a lot of suitors then.”

Rogue!Valeria who always leaves some of her things behind just to have an excuse to visit you again, to see you at work, to hear your laughter, and to feel your hand shake her own in a warm greeting. Each time she gets bolder, and instead of a small satchel or a dagger, you start finding her jewelry and accessories. When did she have the chance to take them off anyway?

Rogue!Valeria who drags you to the market during fairs, insisting that you need to have some fun once in a while, as she leads you between a variety of stalls, her heart squeezing harshly against her ribs each time your fingers tighten around her hand.

Rogue!Valeria who ends up hiding with you in a narrow alleyway, hiding from the city guard that patrolled the festival grounds. She looks you in the eyes, trying to make sure you’re okay, and shoots you a sly wink, caging you between her body and the wall. She feels her breathing get quicker with each second spent like this, but you two are soon taken out of it when small sparks of fire shoot out of your fingers. Too agitated to control your magic, you get flustered, not sure why you were getting nervous in the first place. But when you hear Valeria let out a hearty laugh from your sudden supernatural outburst, everything starts to make sense.

Rogue!Valeria who never mutters a single word about her quickly developing feelings. It would complicate things. It would spoil your friendship. It would tie her down, it would cause her to become slow and eventually sink, taking you with her. Yet she couldn’t let you go. Not when her heart ached with such sweet foretaste each time she saw you running to her with your arms open. Not when her thoughts inevitably drifted to you each time she was preparing to raid another lazy lord’s manor. Not when her days already started to center around visits to your small clinic, during which you constantly looked at her with that contagious light in your eyes.

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eviesaurusrex · 2 years

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ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇꜱ, ᴘᴛ. 1 | ꜱ. ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ

GIF not mine!

Stephen Strange x Avenger!Reader

ask: Could you write a Stephen Strange x reader one shot (or longer if you feel it haha) where the reader is an avenger and she’s secretly dating Stephen? Like they’re sneaking around and staying at each other’s places (sanctum and tower/compound) and use portals in the mornings to get back where they’re supposed to be. Maybe a close call where Stephen literally kicks her off the bed and into a portal back to her own bed to avoid getting caught. Then later they’re found out somehow by tony/the team?

word count: 5.2k (and that's only part one, ooooooops)

warnings: fluff and more fluff, cursing, sneaking around the team, lying, one suggestive and kinda steamy (but short) scene

author’s note: I’m so excited about this ask! This will get a part 2 because I couldn’t contain myself, and I had to write this out with all the background stuff. I really hope you like how it went so far @clockblobber!

»pt. 2 is here«

Tiredness was settled deep within her bones, and every single muscle inside her body ached at the sheer thought of moving again. But YN felt the soft rumbling of the Quinjet’s engines increasing while the autopilot initiated the landing sequence to softly touch the ground again. The almost fifteen-hour flight in uncomfortable seats would be stuck to her for another few hours, if not days; she was sure of it. The mission may have been a success – taking down a cartel of experimental drug smugglers, with a side income through even more experimental weapons which were supposed to be destroyed alongside Hydra, had been easier than thought – but her body still was sore and covered in bruises, scratches, and beautifully blooming hematomas.

Guess a rib or two got a hit as well, the Widow thought while softly rubbing her right side.

Gladly, she wasn’t the only one beaten up, but unlike Steve and Bucky, she didn’t own the ability to self-heal within hours. Sometimes, she really envied them down to her very core. But now, she was too tired to even start feeling the jealousy about the super soldier serum running through their veins. Truth be told, she wasn’t entirely without an asset she had gained through otherworldly substances – not drugs – but those were hard to control sometimes, which was why the Widow often fully relied on her brutal training and skills in hand-to-hand combat.

One look in the direction of Nat, and she knew that her sister wasn’t very fond of her approach to the last situation. But hey, a woman gotta do what a woman gotta do. Easy as that.

As soon as the jet finally touched the ground, YN unbuckled the seatbelt and pushed herself up with a groan. The pain shot right through her body again and reminded her of the inevitable reality of upcoming days full of soreness. Assessing the level of pain and discomfort, she estimated two weeks tops. With a hot bath here and there, maybe less.

The thought of one of these alone made her almost moan in pure bliss. But, of course, the compound didn’t own such luxury known as a bathtub. God damn you, Tony.

With clenched teeth and jaw, the woman hobbled out of the Quinjet as soon as the ramp was lowered and granted a breeze of fresh air to invade the warm insides and cool her cheeks. Maybe a cold shower would suffice for now. But the woman didn’t come far before Steve’s voice dragged over the small tarmac in front of the newly built compound in Upstate New York.

“We need to debrief, and I need your report plus a medical evaluation of your status, YN,” the blonde soldier spoke up, always the authoritative fun brake (he wasn’t, but she was grumpy and needed a shower and some comfort in the form of her soft blankets and pillows). Without answering for now because she had her phone in hand to type a quick text, she raised the other hand and showed Steve the finger. Her body became used to the throbbing pain in every single limp again, and the Widow could walk a bit faster to get away from the now overbearing man she called one of her best friends.

“YN, I mean it. You’re not dismissed until you went to the medical wing and got checked out.” She could hear his heavy steps, and even though she still showed him the finger, she spoke. “Whatever, Steve. I need a shower and my soft bed, and I’m good to go, thank you very fucking much. See you tomorrow morning with that damn report in hand, bye.” Usually, she wasn’t this rude to him, and that pushed him to stop in his tracks.

Before scurrying inside the compound, she could hear the other’s talk.

“Did I do something wrong?” Steve.

“Nah, she is just grumpy because I stole her that one guy she loved to punch in the face.” Bucky.

“The one that laughed because she is a woman? Well, you fucked up good, Barnes. She really loves to take those down herself.” Nat.

An apology was necessary, she knew that, but… later. Her mind was too tired to do it now, so she just walked to her room, always close to one of the walls – just in case. With a heavy sigh leaving her lips, she pushed open the door to her cozy room and let the duffel bag fall straight to the floor before pushing herself to walk the last few steps, so she could fall face down first onto the soft mattress.

Which wasn’t the best idea she had had all day, and a strained groan escaped her lips at the same moment as the soft sounds of an opening portal filled her room. She barely realized it. She didn’t even move as steps started to come closer. She didn’t move a single muscle until the mattress dipped at the weight of another body settling upon it. Slowly, YN moved her head from the face-down position to the side to eye the man with the pepper and salt hair. He already looked down at her, forehead wrinkled and the all too familiar deep creases between his dark brows visible.

“Hey,” the woman spoke, barely above a whisper, and she closed her eyes soon again as one of his warm, big hands came close to her face to brush over her cheek and push a lock behind her ear. “Rough day?” She nodded but stopped suddenly at the ugly feeling of raw skin rubbing against the fabric of her comforter. Eyebrows furrowed, and a hiss escaped her. But Stephen was prepared – just as he always was. “Come on, love,” he mumbled in the softest of tones. “We’ll get you a nice hot bath ready, a cup of tea, and some snacks, while I stitch you up.”

With that, the previous portal opened again, illuminated the room in its soft golden light, and Stephen helped the tired woman up from her bed. He held both her hands and pulled her up onto her feet, steadying her with his arm around her slender waist. He could imagine what happened during that mission in Seoul, her state not an uncommon sight for his eyes but hard on him nevertheless. It was easy for him to get scratches and be beaten up – he didn’t mind that – but seeing her in that constitution was something entirely different. And this side was a side no one knew about – and no one would ever get an insight about.

Looking up to Stephen, she allowed him to scoop her into his arms and circled both her arms around his neck while pressing a soft kiss onto his cheek. “You are a godsend,” YN whispered against his skin, the tip of her nose caressing his skin in a feathery touch. The doctor smiled the one smile that was entirely reserved for her eyes and only hers. “Not an idiotic and presumptuous asshole anymore?” He had to tease her with the statement that the Widow had smacked him with the second time they had met. A forceless hit with the flat hand against his shoulder was the first reaction he got. “Thought we already had put that in our past. It was a miscalculation. An assumption made upon false input and intel.”

Stephen chuckled while stepping over the threshold of his portal, right into his bedroom in the Sanctum Sanctorum, the busy New Yorker streets underneath the big windows. He didn’t spare a glance at the golden streets out there, glowing in the light of the setting sun. Instead, he carried the woman in his arms straight into the adjacent bathroom with the bathtub she craved the most. “I just love teasing you, darling,” the sorcerer grinned while gently putting YN down on the bathtub’s edge, and with a flick of his hand, the two faucets opened and unleashed the water.

Soon the bathroom was not only filled with the soothing sound of splashing water but with the wafting steam and the smell of her most favorite bath bomb as well. In the meantime, Stephen had organized the promised tea and snacks – consisting of cheese, crackers, and strawberries – while preparing the first aid kit for the small surgery he would perform on the most severe cuts that needed some stitching. As she attempted to step into the waiting hot water to let her bones and muscles soak in the well-deserved break, the phone in the back pocket of her combat gear pants, that pooled in the center of the bathroom, started to ring. The sorcerer was quick to peel it out and hand it to his girlfriend, not daring to accept the call or send it straight to the voicemail like he would’ve preferred.

With a sigh, YN accepted the call; a fluffy towel wrapped around her naked body, and she could see the hits that had attacked her visibly on her skin through the full-length mirror opposite her. “What?” That was all she asked the unwanted caller – who needs a greeting, right?

Shuffling was heard on the other side of the call, and YN cocked an eyebrow as whispered voices pushed to her ear. She took a look at the caller ID and didn’t get it. “Whoever thought it would be the greatest freaking idea to call me can go and fuck themself. I just want some peace and quiet, for fucks sake. Is that too much to ask?” YN was pissed to an extent she hadn’t felt in a long time. Another round of shuffling until Thor’s voice spoke up. “Lady YN, this is Thor, God of Thunder.” Facepalming herself, the woman sent Stephen a helpless look. “You don’t need to introduce yourself, Thor. I know who you are. This is a call, not a formal application for a new job.” What, in the name of the universe, had she done in her past life to be graced with this group of insufferable people? She loved them dearly, but sometimes they were just too exhausting for her poor soul. “Yes, of course, Lady YN. Mr. Stark had specifically asked me to start this conversation in order to learn about the nature of your whereabouts.”

Groaning, she hit the edge of the full tub with her fist. “Stop being such a child and talk for yourself, Tony,” she demanded. “Can’t. Have to find your location.” Eye rolling, YN knew that he knew that she had never touched one of his phones and had made sure that her location wouldn’t be found by any of them. Not even the genius that was Tony Stark. “Yeah, whatever. Good luck with that. You lot could’ve just, I don’t know, asked if I’m alright wherever I am and put it aside because I’m a fucking grown woman. Gosh.” Stephen chuckled softly at her outburst while preparing the needle for the stitches. “Plus, it was never my idea to call. Ask our ancient ice sculpture who had the idea to check up on you and found your room empty and throwing a tantrum about it,” Tony added, and YN softly smiled as the sorcerer knelt in front of her on the plush bathroom matt to take a closer look on the gush near her left wrist. “For fucks sake, Steve. Remember when I told you that your overbearing nature isn’t cool? It wasn’t a joke; I meant it!” Her face twisted at the sudden burn under her skin, and saw the drenched cotton pad, Stephen softly dapped over the wound to clean the dried blood off. “I’m sorry, YNN. Really, I am. But you took some pretty hard hits, and I just wanted to make sure you’re alright. You are okay, are you?”

Sighing again, YN leaned her head against Stephen’s shoulder. “I am. And now I have to go.” – “Wait, YN, where are yo-…” – “Byyyyye!”

And with that, she hung up and threw the phone back on the dirty pile of combat gear. “They’re getting suspicious?” She shrugged at his question and let him take the fluffy towel away from her, so she could finally sink into the hot water. “I don’t know what’s going on in their brains. And I don’t want to think about it.” With closed eyes, YN leaned back in the tub, softly moaning as she felt how every single muscle relaxed. “I’m almost tempted to believe that you only agreed to date me because of my bathtub,” the man chuckled while sitting on the edge and starting to stitch her arm.

In moments like these, he used that bit of magic he needed to steady his hands, but it was the only exception he made. “You don’t have to do it, y’know? I can easily head to the med bay,” YN mumbled after Stephen had finished his task of taking care of her, and he bent down to press a lingering kiss on her forehead. “Don’t make a fool out of yourself, darling. It’s my pleasure.”

He wanted to leave to pack the first aid kit back at its usual spot, but her fingers intertwining with his made him pause. One look at her pleading eyes, and the man was lost, his mental to-do list burned to ashes at her feet. “Can you get in? I’d love some cuddles.” It was a shyly asked question, as usual, but just as usual, he started to undress even before he nodded. “Whatever you need, darling,” he whispered after settling behind the woman in the still hot water – her body between his long legs, her back pressed against his chest, arms entangled underwater, and her face nestled in the crook of his neck.

Her deep breaths and soft skin against his were all he ever needed after days of her presence gone due to missions or his own duties, and Stephen craved those few stolen moments in a world where nobody knew about them.

;

Morning came too soon, and YN dragged herself out of the comfort of the warm bed to gather her belongings in order to make a move as soon as Stephen was awake enough to conjure the portal into her bedroom. She just left the bathroom, the pile of combat gear now over her arms, as Stephen yawned and felt around on the other side of the bed where she had laid only minutes ago. The sorcerer wasn’t a deep sleeper, but she was a Widow, trained in the arts of stealth, so it was an easy task to sneak out without waking him up. But even after more than a year of dating, he seemed not to be used to it because at the feeling of nothingness next to him, Stephen sat up abruptly and frantically started looking through the room. His mouth opened to call her name, heart racing in his chest, until his gaze settled upon the woman, only clad in one of his shirts that reached her mid-thighs.

She smiled, combat gear already dropped to the floor, to walk over to him. YN stood next to his bedside, both hands cupping his jawline while her thumb soothingly caressed his cheek, while she pressed a kiss against the corner of his mouth, the feeling of his goatee present on her lips. She could practically feel how he relaxed at her touch and leaned into it, reminding her again that Stephen was as touch starved as she was. It wasn’t a real turn-on for folks if she talked about the abusive past she had to endure in order to become her strongest self. But hey, those foolish boys were nothing in comparison to the man in front of her.

“Bad dream?” She softly asked before pecking the tip of his nose with a soft, feathery kiss. The sorcerer shrugged nonchalantly, but he couldn’t fool her – and he knew that. Sighing, Stephen pulled her back into the bed, holding her close, and nuzzled his face in the crook of her neck. “I just don’t want to let you go again. Didn’t see you in four days.” It was a mumble, but YN could hear every single word and felt his lips moving against her collarbone. Slowly, she started to play with his hair – just the way he liked it – and scratched his scalp. “Caution, my love, or I could be tempted to think you’re touch starved and crave my presence.”

Stephen scoffed and pushed himself up with one arm to look into her eyes. “You know how it is, darling.” It was only a mumble because even though they opened up to one another like they never did before, Stephen was still wary if it wouldn’t bite his ass. But so far, the amazing woman underneath him never let him feel any doubts. She smiled softly up at him and pulled him in for a soft kiss. “I’m not sure if they’re ready. You know how they are. You know what Tony will say, something about not fraternizing with colleagues and all that bullshit, and you know that Steve will give you a hard time – shit, he would even give me a hard time about it.” The prospect of trouble in paradise alone made her nauseous. They constantly bickered, true, but it was all fun and smiles. With something like that, on the other hand… Stephen knew how it went.

“At least stay for a few more minutes?” He almost begged, something he would never admit, not even under torture, but YN kissed him gently and shook her head. “Need to write that damn report and get a going to the med bay if I don’t wanna get benched.” With that, the sorcerer released the Widow out of his grasp and opened the portal into her own bedroom. He stood on his side while YN scurried over onto her side but turned around to kiss him goodbye properly. “See you for dinner?” Stephen smiled down at her, nodded, and kissed her forehead. “Chow House?” Moaning, YN pulled him in for another kiss. “I know why I love you,” she grinned, and then she waved with a smile as the portal closed again, and she was back in her cozy room, the duffel bag now lying on top of the cushioned bench in front of her bed – its usual spot. Shaking her head, she made a mental note to thank Steve for it later that day.

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Sitting at the huge glass table in one of the conference rooms inside the compound, YN listened intently to what Fury said over the video call, scribbling away notes inside that little notebook she always carried around for such occasions. She could feel a lingering stare settled upon her, and barely noticeable, she raised her gaze to catch Stephen staring at her over the cup of coffee he held between his softly shaking hands. A smile tried to tuck at her lips, but instead, she rolled her eyes as if he was as irritating as the uncomfortable seat she had sat on ever since the briefing started.

“Do I bore you, Miss LN?” Fury’s tone sounded bored himself, and YN showed him a pair of raised eyebrows. “No, sir. I’m just writing down what you’re saying. For later purposes.” Sam coughed and mumbled “Boaster” between his acts, and YN threw her eraser against his head. “Hey!” She smiled the sweetest of smiles and flipped him off. “I’m not deaf, Wilson.” Bucky chuckled behind his mug while Steve and Nat rolled their eyes, and Fury sighed exaggeratedly. “Behave, children,” he grumbled before continuing with the briefing about a new mission in Switzerland.

A half an hour later, the briefed team scattered over the compound after they had left the conference room, and YN found her way into the kitchen. Her stomach rumbled ever since she woke up to an empty bed because Stephen had to leave to get ready for said briefing.

On some days, it was exhausting to sneak around everyone, but it had its purpose. So far, they never had a close call, for which YN was more than grateful.

Softly humming, she rummaged in the fridge before moving to the cupboards after she decided that tea was more to her taste than one of the smoothies Pepper hoarded in one of the many fridges.

Suddenly, big familiar hands grabbed her jeans-clad hips and turned her around in one swift motion. Looking up, her eyes met the bluest ones of them all, and a smile etched itself on her face before she took a measured look to the entrance. After she gave herself an all-clear, YN pulled Stephen down to her level while pushing herself on her tiptoes and kissed him – hard and hungrily because the couple couldn’t stop showing their deep lingering affection for one another as often as possible, which was not often enough.

Labored breaths and lips crashing against one another were the only sounds in the kitchen – or the entire compound wing – and Stephen wrapped the woman tighter in his arms, pulling her closer and closer until their bodies were pressed against each other. His hands moved more south to grab the Widow under her thighs, long fingers stretching up to her butt cheeks, and he lifted her with astonishing ease up on the countertop. Settling there, YN wrapped her legs around his waist, crossed her ankles at his deliciously shaped behind, and burrowed her fingers inside his dark hair. The kiss grew more heated with every passing second, and a soft gasp escaped her mouth as Stephen pressed her lower region harder against him.

“I really hope you’re not thinking about canceling our dinner plans for tonight,” YN whisper-moaned at the friction between her legs and bit his lower lip gently. Stephen groaned at the sensation pulsing through his body – he still wondered how this woman was able to pull every trigger there was with nothing more than just a whisper of a touch – and kissed her again. “Why should I? I can’t wait for dessert. Maybe we should do dessert first, like responsible citizens,” he rasped, the raspiness in his voice always a trigger for her own pleasure. Gladly, Stephen didn’t know just yet how hot it made her hear him like that. If this man would ever gain the knowledge about that – it would be her downfall. Grinning, YN pulled away from his searching lips, teasing him. “Sounds like a plan, Doctor Strange.”

But before they could dive right back into the next heated kiss and continue this make-out session, approaching steps alarmed the Widow. With ease, she slid off the counter within seconds and positioned herself at the counter closer to the door before raising her voice.

“Oh, please. Stop prancing around and try to prove that you’re the smartest one. I can’t keep up with the bullshit coming out of that entitled mouth of yours. I have better things to do.”

Tony and Steve entered the kitchen, followed by a tired Clint, who clung to a mug of steaming coffee. The Stark was fast to assess the situation, and an icy expression settled on his face. “Is he annoying you again, YNN? I can do something about that, you just need to use the words.” Steve had his blonde brows furrowed and stared Stephen into the ground, but the sorcerer only shrugged and stole the tea she had finished preparing. “A simple conversation, that’s all. Keep your panties on, Stark, and thanks for the tea, LN.”

With that, the tall man walked past the group, mug in hand, and YN stared after him, mouth agape. “Hey, that was my tea, you tea stealing, obnoxious imbecile!”

Which meant in their secret language, I love you, idiot.

Steve turned towards her and shrugged. “Tell us, and we end him,” he offered, but all she did was roll her eyes and start to prepare another cup of tea while suppressing her heart from beating out of line.

That was a close call.

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The soft tunes of the Best of Beethoven vinyl she had found in Stephen’s office echoed through the foyer of the Sanctum Sanctorum on a summer evening. The windows on the upper floor were open widely to let in the soft breeze from outside without getting the chills, and YN worked mindlessly in the perfectly stocked kitchen.

It wasn’t like that shortly after she had sat foot in the room supposed to feed hungry human beings. Instead, barely filled shelves and a half-empty fridge had greeted her, which was why many New Yorkers had seen a true Avenger walking their streets in a pretty summer dress – a sight none of them would have expected on this beautiful day or any days at all. But she didn’t mind the round eyes of kids and teenagers. The ogling stares of the male part of the grownup fraction were what put her on edge. But even them she could handle with closed eyes.

After a shopping spree in the grocery store down the block, YN had started to prepare dinner. It wasn’t often that she found the time and muse to cook, but when she did, she went all out because she wasn’t bad at it. Actually, she was quite good at the stove, even though she preferred baking over everything else.

The tune changed to Beethoven’s Violin Concerto in D major, Op. 61 – one of her favorites, even though the Red Room had forced her to start playing the violin – at the same time as the golden glow of a portal crept around the corner of the kitchen’s entrance. She just chopped the vegetables into the thinnest of slices as the soft but heavy feeling of fabric settled over her shoulders, and a red collar nudged her left cheek to get her attention.

“Well, hello to you too, Cloaky,” she greeted the magical relic, which resembled more a dog or cat than an ancient thing, with a smile. Soon after the first greeting, a set of arms wrapped around her, and a chin was planted on her shoulder. “Do I want to know how you got in?” Stephen asked, the grin audible in his voice. YN shrugged while chopping the rest. “Wong didn’t see me if that’s what you tried to find out.” Sometimes, her burglar skills were pretty useful, plus the building liked her – or Stephen had altered the spells that protected the Sanctum, but she liked the idea of a feeling and thinking building more.

“So, you thought instead of enjoying your first time off missions in the last couple of weeks, you break into the Sanctum to cook me dinner?” At her exciting nod, Stephen laughed softly and pressed a kiss to her temple. Cloaky settled onto her shoulders definitively – Stephen knew that it would stay there for quite some time now, but he couldn’t object because it was what he would do too – and instead, tried to help her, but YN hit his fingers. “Nope. You’re gonna take a hot, long shower to destress from whatever threat it was today you had to deal with, and after that, you’ll settle on that bar stool over there, drink a glass of whiskey and just look pretty and handsome while I wrap up dinner.” He would never admit it, but he loved it when she tried to boss him around. It was so different from the life she had lived before joining the Avengers and escaping the grasp of the Red Room, so it was his pleasure to let her boss around to her heart's desire. “Yes, ma’am. Anything else, ma’am?” She grinned up at him. “A kiss would be absolutely lovely.”

Stephen complied and bent down to taste her sweet, perfect lips, but Cloaky suddenly had other plans and pulled her onto the wooden floor. “What the…?” Both started, but Wong’s voice let her suck in the last word and hold her breath. The red cloak pulled her further to the kitchen island to hide her body against the wood and wrapped itself around the woman it was so fond of.

“Something smells divine.” Wong stopped at the frame between the kitchen and one of the many living rooms to eye Stephen. “You are cooking? Since when is this a possibility?” Stephen looked from the stove to Wong, back to the chopped vegetables and the casserole where YN had started to place the thin slices in an intricate pattern. “Yeah…” The sorcerer began and shrugged. “I saw something on my way home and thought it looked quite delicious.” Wong squinted his eyes suspiciously at the other sorcerer. “Aha.” YN on the floor really wanted to facepalm herself. “Well, let me know when the food is ready. I want to try it. I’m in the library upstairs.” And Wong disappeared as suddenly as he arrived.

Sitting up, YN patted the proudly moving cloak and shook her head. “Next time, you won’t drag me down to the floor, understood? That hurt.” Stephen helped her up and took Cloaky from her shoulders, and sent him up into his bedroom. “Another close call,” the man objected, and YN sighed. “I know, but I don’t know why we’re running out of luck all of a sudden. We were so good.” It didn’t sit right with her, and the realization that maybe, sooner rather than later, they need to come clean with everyone.

Stephen softly kissed her head and pushed a lock out of her face, tracing her jawline from her ear back down to her chin. He took it between his fingers, pointer finger underneath it to softly nudge it up, so she would look at him. “Whatever will happen, nothing is worse than being stuck in a fake octopus, smelling like plastic and trash, darling.” Eye rolling, the woman shoved against his chest. “Never remind me of that ever again. I had to soak for hours on end in that bathtub to get the smell off my skin.” Stephen smiled but cocked an eyebrow to see her nodding. And she did. “Okay, yeah. It won’t be the end of days if they knew, but… I don’t know how to tell them. Could we take some more time? Just a little while longer?”

Stephen could never deny her a single request, so he approved with another nod and kissed her softly on the lips. “Of course, love. But now you have to move your sexy bottom because Wong demanded food. I’m gonna take a quick shower and be right back.” With that, Stephen kissed her one last time and stepped through the portal – lazy sock – and YN continued with the veggy pattern inside her prepared casserole until an all too familiar voice startled her.

“I knew it!”

With wide eyes, the former assassin turned around to look straight into the very pleased face of non-other than Wong, and a curse fell off her lips.

One for them, minus one for us, she thought while explaining to the sorcerer how she came up with her altered receipt for Ratatouille.

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babyhedonistt · 5 months

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TOO CLOSE TO TOUCH - TEN

WARNING // Some themes in this chapter may not be suitable for all audiences, viewer discretion is advised

Nick stares at Noah like he was a dog with his tail between his legs. He had been caught, but Noah was not quite sure he feels guilty about what he did.

Because he didn’t.

“How long have you known?” Noah asked him.

“Known what?” He sighs, throwing his hands up.

“How long you have had your eyes on her or how long you two have been sneaking around?”

“Either at this point Nick. You’re not acting like yourself.”

“No. I am acting like myself. It’s just the first time you’ve actually pulled your head out of your ass to actually see it. Ever since you started hanging out with her again, you haven’t bothered to pay attention to the rest of us. Your band. Your brothers.”

“That doesn’t give you a right to separate us. You’re not her older brother and you’re not my Dad. I thought if I were to get involved with anyone, you’d be happy it was her.” Noah scoffed.

“It’s not that I’m unhappy Noah. I just don’t like how even though she’s higher on your priority list, you still don’t treat her like it.”

Ouch.

That hurt more because Noah knew he was right.

“I’ve never been in a serious relationship before.” Noah admits. “So you think it gives you free range to pick Folios sister of all people to fuck around with.”

“I didn’t fuck her.”

“Doesn’t mean you weren’t planning on it.” Nick shot back. Noah swallowed the dryness in his throat.

“I’m sorry. About the NDA. Truly, but I figured it would be the easiest option to suggest to Matt to get through our tour. And then Folio got hurt…… she took the position. Shit just got messy… Noah I really wanted you two to be together, but I didn’t want it to fuck the band up to a point the fans would start noticing. How would that look?”

Nick wasn’t wrong. In fact, Nick is never wrong, factually, at least. Morally on the other hand, he had to have been the worst offender next to Noah.

The room filled with silence, the two of them soaking in each others words before Noah finally broke the silence. “I haven’t been putting this band first. I thought I was doing that when I finished the rest of the album, I guess it wasn’t enough.” He sighs

“Noah, you’re the lead singer dude. You already carry so much responsibility and I don’t think we cut you enough slack. But, a girl can’t just come in and fuck that shit up when we have stuff we need to get done.”

“She’s different Nick. I feel like there’s a fire inside of me when I’m around her.”

“And if you don’t contain it you’re going to get burnt. You haven’t even told Folio how you feel about her. He’s one of your best friends and he’s in the dark. “

“I know..” Noah sighs.

Nick walks over and slaps Noah on the back comfortingly. “Jolly’s known for a bit too dude. Expecting him to keep that secret? A lot on him too.”

Noah’s realization of his stupid actions finally caught up with him as be planted his face in his hands. “ I’m sorry, Nick.”

Nick pulled Noah up from the seat and embraced his friend in a tight hug. “I’m sorry I fairly kicked your ass.” He jokes and a light laugh escaped Noah’s lips. “I let you win mother fucker.” He slaps his back lightly.

“Cmon dude. We have a show to do. It’s our last one.” Nick smiles before the door to the dressing room opens and Jolly peaks his head in. “You guys coming?”

The two nodded as the three of them met you backstage. You felt Noah’s large hands grasp each side of your hips, his front against your back, and warmth spread across your cheeks before you rest the back of your head on his chest. “Everything good?” You asked, looking down at his tattooed hands. You hear him sigh in your ear before clearing his throat. “Yeah. It will be.” He says before the lights dimmed in the pit of the audience.

The crowd went insane. You were used to being in front of the large fan base that Bad Omens had. Something about Noah's hands being secured on your hips, almost reassured that he was right about everything being okay.

Granted, given everything that has happened already, you weren't sure it was capable of getting worse.

The beginning of the show went as expected. You performed the usual set list. The crowd seemed to be higher in energy today, perhaps due to the fact that it was the last show of the tour.

The crowd eventually settled through the show; the energy seemed more positive compared to how you left the boys. Nick and Noah actually made eye contact and it didn't look like they wanted to kill each other.

You thought everything was going well, until Noah began talking to the crowd between songs.

You could see him at the front of the stage, holding the microphone in front of his mouth while his sweat-dosed hair hung over his eyes. The makeup covered his bruises well, if anything it added to his on stage persona. The more you watch Noah perform, the more you could see the differences between the real Noah and the person he makes himself into for the sake of his fans.

"So. How many of you know a song called ' Just Pretend '? "

The crowd went expectedly loud with an uproar. Noah held the microphone with both of his hands as he quickly looked back at you at the top of the stage behind the drum set. You sent a half smile down to him, and it seemed as if you gave him the confidence he needed.

He turned his attention back to the crowd before he continued. "For the second half of this tour, our drummer Folio had an unfortunate accident which handicapped him temporarily from performing on stage with us."

The crowd was awed as Jolly and Nick bobbed their head. "But. In Folio's absence, our band was saved by a talented drummer who is fortunately here to fill in for her brother while he heals."

You felt your heart in your throat and the air felt almost too thick to breathe through your nose. What the hell was he doing? The feeling seemed to be mutual between the four of you because Jolly and Nick turned their heads up to you, their eyes looking at you for some form of answer as to why Noah was doing what he was doing. Unfortunately you weren't much help for them.

"Her name is Y/N. She's one of the closest people in my life, and one of the biggest inspirations for many of the songs this band sings. Including this one, Just Pretend."

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irb-pascalito-99 · 4 months

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Date Night

Pairing: Joel x f!reader

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Word Count: 4.4k

Summary: My younger sister Ellie and Joel’s daughter Sarah go on a school trip for the weekend, leaving Joel and I alone for the first time since we started seeing each other in secret.

Warnings: SMUT, oral f!receiving, fingering, unprotected p in v sex, breaking furniture

A/N: This is an excerpt from chapter thirteen of my a03 fic Always an Angel, Never a God. For more chapters on this pairing please go to a03.

I turn in the bed and attempt to push Joel to wake him up. He grumbles and pulls me closer to him. I push him again and whisper his name.

“Joel! Get up, it’s almost 8:30. We overslept!” Joel looks up at the alarm clock as well. When it starts to sink in he jumps up and starts shoving his clothes back on.

“Shit, I’m sorry. I guess I forgot to set an alarm.” I wrap myself in a robe and start gathering Joel’s things off the floor.

We’ve been trying to be more careful since the night of Ellie’s nightmare. We’ve started spending less time together so I can start focusing on Ellie more.

Her grades have continued to make an improvement, and we’ve been getting along great. She often comes to draw in the art studio while I paint. We’ve been setting an actual routine.

I still have no idea whether or not she’s having more nightmares. Sometimes at night I wait in the hallway trying to listen to any noises of distress, but I haven’t heard anything. I got her in to see a therapist once a week, hoping that even if she isn’t talking to me about it, maybe she’ll talk to someone. She seemed apprehensive to the idea at first, but she seems to really be opening up to her now.

I text Joel throughout the week, but we keep our visits to weekends only now, something that makes the time we do have together seem more precious and finite. Desperate touches linger as long as possible, while we wait in each other’s beds as long as we can.

He was not supposed to come over on a Thursday night, but after the day he had at work he begged to see me. We surprised Ellie with a Sarah sleepover and waited to sneak Joel back in until after the girls were asleep. He was not supposed to spend the entire night, but at some point gentle caresses turned to sleepy eyes which turned to dreams.

Now, Joel walks as quickly as he can down the stairs without making too much noise. I hurry after him, making glances up to the top of the stairs to ensure one of the girls didn’t come out of Ellie’s room. We make our way toward the front door, but just as his hand reaches for the handle we hear noises in the kitchen.

“Dad?” Sarah asks as she rounds the corner. My heart leaps in my chest while I turn around. Did she see him come down the stairs?

“Hey! Good morning!” Joel says cheerily. He glances at me quickly and then moves to Sarah. “Just came to pick you guys up for school.”

If Sarah finds it strange, she doesn’t say anything. She hugs her dad tight and drags him into the kitchen. He looks at me over his shoulder and motions for me to follow.

Inside the kitchen Ellie and Sarah are making breakfast. There are ingredients all over the counter, which are a disaster, and the smell of eggs wafts through the air.

“We need to make some for dad too!” Sarah says to Ellie who uses a spatula to push the eggs around the pan. Sarah makes her dad sit at the kitchen table and looks at me to do the same.

Joel and I sit awkwardly while we wait for the girls to finish cooking, not wanting to seem suspicious. When the eggs are done Ellie brings plates over for us containing scrambled eggs and toast. Sarah walks over with two big glasses of orange juice. Joel makes a face when she puts his juice down on the table in front of him but forces himself to drink it anyway.

His knee brushes mine as the four of us eat breakfast. The girls didn’t do too bad considering their lack of experience with cooking. Out of the corner of my eye I watch Joel take a piece of eggshell out of his mouth.

“Did you bring my bag?” Sarah asks Joel as we finish eating.

“Bag?” Joel asks with his mouth full. Sarah rolls her eyes and looks at Ellie.

“For the trip…” Joel furrows his brows in confusion for a moment, dropping his fork and muttering to himself when he remembers. “Dad!”

Joel clears the table in a hurry and looks at his watch. He rushes the girls to grab their things so they can go.

“We’ll pick it up on the way,” he says. I hand Ellie her bag as they start to head out the door. Sarah and Ellie while Joel waits in the doorway. “They’ll be gone for a whole weekend…”

He has a mischievous look spread across his face as he stands beside the front door. He closed the door almost fully, so the girls can’t see the two of us. I laugh and shake my head. The girls are headed on a class trip this weekend, leaving both Joel and I child-free for the first time since we started whatever this is.

“I’ll see you soon then,” I chuckle.

“Tonight? I can come over here after work. I’ll stay the whole weekend if you’ll let me” I bite my lip as I grin at the thought of how eager he is to see me again.

I nod and he glances a look at the girls through the crack in the door before quickly pulling me in for a kiss. We’re both smiling like idiots when he leaves.

—

It’s hard to focus the rest of the day. There are several times either Frank or Bill had to say my name until I snapped out of whatever weekend daydream I had followed out of reality. It doesn’t help that Joel kept me up so late last night as well. I try to tell them that I’m just tired, but I can tell neither of them believe me.

I ended up having to stay a little later than I hoped due to a reconstruction project I needed to get finished before the weekend set in, so I quickly shoot Joel a text.

Me: Hey, things are running late at the shop. Looks like I’m going to be another hour, but the key is under the doormat if you want to let yourself in :)

Joel: Sounds good! Also, doormat? We gotta fix that, anybody could find it there and just walk in…

I giggle at his protectiveness and put my phone away again. Nearly two hours later I’m finally pulling into the driveway of my home. Joel’s truck is parked in the garage in case Maria or Tommy drive by. Butterflies dance in my stomach as I walk up to the front door.

I don’t see any lights on when I walk up the front steps, but there’s a faint flicker between the blinds. I open the front door slowly, the smell of freshly cooked food emanating from the kitchen the second I do. The floor between the kitchen and front door is covered in rose petals and the walkway between the two is surrounded by tiny little tea lights.

I feel my face flush as I make my way down the path, pausing for a second to put my keys in the bowl Joel made me. When I get to the kitchen I find Joel at the table, plating something he had just pulled off a pan. He looks at me with the biggest smile on his face and places the empty pan in the sink.

“Hey darlin,” he says as he makes his way over to me and presses his lips to mine.

The table is also set up nicely, with a red tablecloth spread across it that Joel must have either brought from home or bought today. There’s a bouquet of flowers in a vase set in the middle and flower petals sprinkled across the surface as well. There are even petals sprinkled across the kitchen island along with more tea lights to help illuminate the kitchen. Two taper candles sit beside the vase on the table and he’s set two plates of food across from each other with what looks like steak and scallops on top.

“What?” I ask, looking between the table and him. He grabs my hand and kisses the top of it.

“I know we can’t really go on an actual date because we’re keeping this thing secret, but I thought you deserved something special.” He says.

There’s a twinkle in his eye as he watches my reaction. I’m not sure how to respond. I feel the emotions well up in my eyes as I take it all in. This is by far the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me, and there’s a part of me that wonders if I deserve it. I’m the one forcing us to keep this a secret. I’m the reason we can’t be a real couple. I push those emotions down and blink a couple of times to keep the tears at bay.

“Thank you,” I say. I kiss him again, slowly. It isn’t like the rushed passionate kisses we normally exchange in a rush to have each other before the time runs out. Something deeper lingers in this one, a shared emotion exchanging between the two of us despite the fact that neither of us are ready to say it out loud. It floats in the open air as we pull away. “Give me one second.”

Joel looks confused when I turn back toward the stairs and rush off. I quickly run up to my bedroom and search for something else to wear, something more deserving of this occasion.

I pick out an olive green satin dress with little flowers embroidered on it from the back of my closet. When I put it on I ditch my bra and pick out a pair of my sexier underwear. I make sure to throw my work clothes in the laundry hamper in my closet and I take my hair out of the braid it’s been in all day as well, letting the waves settle down my shoulders before I head back down the stairs.

Joel watches with wide eyes as I make my slow descent. I have to fight a giggle from escaping my lips when his jaw literally drops as I move into full view of him. His hands immediately find my hips when I’m within reach of him and his eyes roam over my figure once more.

“God damn,” he mutters under his breath. My cheeks warm again.

I pull from his grasp enough to do a little twirl so he can see the whole dress. When I turn around I hear a sharp intake of breath from him before he grabs my hips again to pull my body against his. He immediately buries his face in my neck, kissing up the side of it as he pulls my hips flush with his. I lose myself in it for a second, allowing myself to melt against him as he bites down on my neck and grinds against me.

“Joel,” I say breathily. I remember the dinner on the table in front of us and grab his hand as it attempts to roam down my thigh. “Joel, stop, dinner.”

“Screw dinner,” Joel groans and runs his tongue over the last place he nipped on my neck.

I laugh at his eagerness to suddenly ditch the meal he spent all this effort setting up. It’s tempting to cave, to follow our desires and let him take me right here. Even though we just spent last night together, I still can’t get enough of him. He leans in to kiss my neck again and I twist away.

“Okay now, hands to yourself. I want my date mister.” Joel sighs and puts his hands in his pockets.

“Whatever she wants,” he says. He flashes me a grin again.

He makes his way to one of the chairs and pulls it out for me. He pushes it in after I sit down, then grabs the uncorked bottle of wine from the middle of the table. I watch him pour a glass for me before making his way to his chair. He pours himself a glass too. After he pours his glass he lifts it in the air.

“To our weekend in paradise,” he says, reaching across the table to grab my hand. I squeeze his hand and smile.

“To our weekend in paradise,” I repeat and clink my glass against his. We each take a sip, refusing to let go of each other’s hands until we eventually have to in order to cut the steak.

Despite the fact that this technically is our first date, it feels more like we’ve settled into a domestic routine. We don’t make the typical small talk where you ask about each other’s lives or hobbies. Instead he asks about the shop and my restoration project. He tells me how excited the girls were for their trip. We hold hands whenever we can and I see him stealing glances of me through the corner of my eyes as I tell him a story about Bill’s heated exchange with a customer today.

When he’s done eating Joel patiently waits for me to finish. He stares at me like I’m the only thing worth seeing. I fidget self consciously under his gaze.

“What?” I ask, finishing my food and bringing my wine to my lips to take another sip. Joel grins and shrugs.

“You’re just so beautiful,” he responds. My face warms again as I put my glass down. I keep my eyes on the candle wax that’s begun to drip onto the tablecloth.

Joel rubs circles on the back of my hand for a moment and then gets up. He turns on some music in the background. He takes a couple of the empty dishes from the table, moving them to the sink. I finish my glass of wine and get up to help him clear the table but when he turns to see me with dishes in my hand he almost looks offended.

“What do you think you’re doin’?” He asks, taking the dishes out of my hand. He places them in the sink while I look at him confused.

“I’m helping clean up,” I respond, grabbing the two candles from the table and blowing them out. He grabs my wrists once I’ve placed them on the kitchen island and pulls my chest to his.

“Your only job right now is to stand there and look pretty. Let me take care of you.” I roll my eyes at him. The constant argument between us coming up yet again, his insistence that I sit back and let him take care of me. It’s annoyingly predictable at this point.

I sigh and wrap my arms around his shoulders. He smiles, thinking he won the argument. I lean my head against his chest as he wraps his arms around my waist. Neither of us said anything about dancing, but we slowly find ourselves saying to the music. He grabs one of my hands from his neck and twirls me slowly in a circle.

When he pulls me back to him his hands grip my back as he dips me. He leans down and brushes his lips against my clavicle while my hair fans out below me. He presses soft kisses down my chest, stopping just above the hem of my dress. He notices then, my lack of a bra and groans, pulling me back up to stand. Joel takes a step back, his eyes darkened with last.

“Show me,” he says. I slowly move my hands to the straps around my neck. I pull the tie until it loosens, keeping my eyes on Joel’s as I let the dress fall to the floor around me. He licks his lips and lunges forward the second it hits the floor.

One of his hands grips my neck as he kisses me passionately while the other squeezes my butt. He walks me backward until my hips bump into the kitchen table. I let out a moan when his lips leave mine to pull one of my nipples into his mouth instead. His fingers pull me impossibly closer as mine roam across his shoulders.

He lets go of my nipple with a pop and moves on to the other. My hand moves down his chest as he does so, fighting to undo the buttons of his shirt. I finally manage to get his shirt open as he pulls away. Joel’s eyes rake over my figure, consuming me as the candlelight flickers behind him.

“You’re so damn gorgeous baby, like a piece of fuckin’ art,” I giggle and he pushes me back, laying me out on the kitchen table.

It creaks under the pressure of my body laying on top of it. I almost ask him to get me down, but I forget the words as he starts kissing down my breasts and stomach. He stops at the waistband of my underwear. I whimper and tug at his hair in anticipation. He pulls my panties down my legs, his hands running down my skin gently, and shoves them in the pocket of his jeans.

He gets down on his knees in front of me, pulling me to the edge of the table and hanging my legs over his shoulders. I prop myself up on my elbows to watch as he dives into my dripping core. His tongue laps hungrily at my folds. I throw my head back in pleasure, biting my lip as my body begins to shake. He grips my thighs tightly as he sucks on my clit.

“Fuck baby, you like that?” I whimper and nod my head. His lips twist into a smile before he thrusts his tongue inside me, curling it and pulling me closer to him. His nose bumps my clit sending shockwaves through my body.

I’m so close already. I pull at his hair while the coil builds, whimpering and shaking as I get closer and closer to the edge. He takes one of his hands from my thighs and sinks two fingers into my heat, immediately curling them to hit the sensitive spot inside me. I moan and shift on the table which creaks again.

My breaths are coming out in short pants as he continues working me up. He thrusts his fingers harder, lapping at my folds with more fervor as my body teeters on the edge. I look down to see him peering up at me with hungry eyes, watching my every reaction as though in worship. The look in his eyes is what pushes me over the edge.

My hips buck into him and I pull his hair as my orgasm crashes over me. He continues his pace, allowing me to ride out my climax for as long as possible. When the pleasure turns to sensitivity I push his shoulders away. He cleans my folds gently with his tongue in my aftershocks and places gentle kisses up my thighs before raising himself from the floor.

His shirt still hangs across his shoulders, the front completely unbuttoned to expose his bare chest. I move my hands up his chest as he stands between my knees and kisses me softly. My hands linger further down as he deepens the kiss, his tongue moving against mine as I unbuckle his belt. I shove his pants down his thighs and he helps push them down to the floor and off to the side.

He moans into my mouth as my hand brushes against his bulge on the outside of his boxers. I trace the outline of it with my finger and feel him shiver against me. I reach in and pull his cock out, pumping it a couple times in my hand. He pulls away from my lips and rests his forehead against mine as his breathing gets more shallow. He lets me play with it for a second, and then pulls his boxers off as well. His chest heaves as he watches me position his tip at my entrance.

“Fuck sweetheart, just like that.” He groans and then begins to push in. I moan quietly at the stretch of it. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the size. He pulls me further onto his cock with one hand on my hip as the other grips the back of my neck. “That’s it darlin’ let me in. Takin’ it so well.”

I moan again, one hand grasping the back of his neck. The other is tangled in the tablecloth underneath me as he pushes the rest of the way in. I bite my lip to stifle my sounds while he waits for me to adjust. He scans my face with his eyes and moves the hand on my neck to my jaw, brushing my lip with his thumb.

“It’s okay baby, nobody’s here. You can be as loud as you want.” He reminds me.

We’re completely alone, for a whole weekend. No taking care of anyone. No worrying about washing the girls up. No hiding for either of us. I had forgotten what it felt like to be free from that kind of responsibility.

He slowly pulls out and then slams back into me. I let out a high pitched moan as he continues to pound into me, my hand on the table gripping the tablecloth desperately. He sets his pace hard and fast, groaning each time he pushes in.

The table shifts with each thrust, creaking as it does, but I couldn’t care less at this point. Joel leans his face into my chest and kisses my breasts. My hand leaves the tablecloth to grip his shirt instead.

“That’s it baby, let me hear you sweet girl. Let me hear those sounds you make.” Joel says against my skin. I moan louder and pull him closer. He starts to thrust even harder.

I feel my next orgasm building in my core. I clench around him and he moans out as well. He kisses up my neck, leaning his forehead against mine as I get closer.

“Don’t stop. It feels so good. Joel! Please don’t stop.” He grins at me as he keeps his pace.

“Wouldn’t dream of it sweetheart. Fuck! You feel so good.” I slip my hands under his shirt to scratch at his back as I teeter on the edge of my climax.

The only sounds in the room are our shared moans and the increasingly loud creaks of the table as it thumps with each thrust. Joel plus his forehead away from mine to look over my figure, his eyes settling on where our hips join. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him closer. He groans and thrusts harder. The table groans as well and then crashes to the ground, sending Joel and I to the floor with it.

“Shit,” Joel says when we hit the ground, but he doesn’t stop.

I should be more concerned about my broken kitchen table, but all I can think of right now is how good this feels. I lay down, my hair fanning out across the messy table cloth and flower petals.

“Fuck, I’m so close.” I moan. Joel moves his hand to my folds, his thumb being to circle my clit.

“That’s it baby, let go. Come for me. Come on babygirl.” I moan so loud I’m sure the neighbors can hear as my second climax crashes over me. He pulses inside me as I clench around him, staving off his own orgasm until mine subsides.

As I come down he sloppily thrusts into me a couple more times and then pulls out, ropes of come splattering against my thighs and lower stomach. He groans as he lets go and then collapses on top of me.

We both pant as we come down. My hands start to play with his curls as he rests his weight against me. After several minutes he rolls over slightly so I can breathe better, but keeps his head on my chest. The coarse hairs of his beard tickle as he breathes in and out.

“I made chocolate strawberries for dessert,” he says and I laugh loudly. He chuckles as well, running his hand down my side absentmindedly.

“What about the table?” I ask. Joel looks at the broken piece of furniture beneath us as if just now noticing it and shrugs.

“I can fix it,” he responds. “Was a piece of shit anyway if it broke just from that.”

I giggle and pat his head. He looks at me confused and I run my finger across the line between his brows.

“I can fix it, was a piece of shit anyway,” I say, mocking his tone. He rolls his eyes and presses his cheek against my chest again. “I didn’t know you could build tables.”

“I’m a contractor,” he mumbles as he presses a kiss to the side of my breast. I suppose he has a point in that he literally builds houses for a living, but I figured furniture would be different than that. “Plus I do some woodworking as a hobby.”

“You do woodworking?” Joel nods. “Like what? Building furniture and stuff?”

I tilt my head down to look at him as he draws patterns on my skin with his finger. Joel shrugs and I shake my head.

“Sometimes I make little figurines. Started when Sarah was little and it just kinda stuck.” I kiss the top of his head, rubbing my hands down his muscular arms.

“I’d like to see that sometime.” I say.

We stay laying on the kitchen floor for a little while longer until Joel starts to complain about his back aching. He helps me stand up and glances over my body again. I’m still covered in remnants of him.

“Let’s clean you up darlin’,” he takes my hand and leads me upstairs.

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crissiebaby · 6 months

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Sissy's First Date: Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER: This POV story contains diaper usage, forced crossdressing, public humiliation, masturbation/diaper sex, and other ABDL themes. This story is a continuation of one of my first short stories, Sissy’s First Slumber Party (Link to DeviantArt), and while you don’t need to read that to understand this, it’s definitely worth checking out. I hope you enjoy!

Commissioned By: Anon

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12:55 PM. Perfect. My plan to arrive five minutes early had gone off without a hitch. And as far as I could tell, my date was nowhere in sight yet. Hehe…my date. Just thinking about the fact I was going to be going on my first date with my new girlfriend had me giddier than I’d ever been in my life. I hadn’t had much luck with women up to this point, so to land a bombshell like Becca was a dream come true. Though, I have to admit, as far as dream dates went, the floofy purple party dress with white lace trim and the pair of double-thick diapers weren’t something I had initially envisioned for myself.

It all started a few weeks ago when my twin sister, Abby, decided to host a slumber party for herself and all of her besties. Since we shared an apartment at college, I shamefully decided to stage a small viewing party for myself and set up cameras all over the house so I could catch every second of action from the comfort of my bedroom. Sadly, the only thing caught that night was me. Needless to say, the girls were far from happy with me, and I honestly can’t blame them. However, the last thing I expected was for them to turn me into their own, personal baby doll as punishment, dressing me up in the most humiliating get-up of my entire life and forcing me to do many blushy things.

And the strangest part was…I liked it. At first, I didn’t want to. In fact, I resisted my sister and her wicked friends at every turn. It wasn’t until my sister’s best friend and my deepest crush, Becca, stepped in to make the night of torturous embarrassment all worth it. Turns out, she had a thing for shortie sissy babies, and she was more than happy to prove that as we enjoyed a night of padded pleasure together. It was like having my eyes opened to a completely new and exciting world that I didn’t even know existed. At the end of the night, she bestowed me with the sissy name, Cherry, and declared that I would be her sissy cherry-boy forever, something I wasn’t about to complain about.

That being said, just because I was starting to embrace the sissy baby lifestyle that had been thrust upon me didn’t mean I was exactly keen to be seen in public in such an outfit, or anyone else besides Becca for that matter. I’d even gone as far as to sneak out of the apartment with my girly clothes tucked away in a bag so that Abby didn’t know. I was far from ready to tell her what her devious punishment had awoken in me.

Thankfully, it was a bright, sunny day outside, so Becca had paired a matching purple parasol to go with my dress; a parasol that gave me the chance to hide my face from passersby whenever the anxiety of being in public got to me. Becca really did think of everything. Eeeeeee! Just thinking about her again had me prancing in place. I quickly restrained myself, hoping to avoid attracting any unwanted attention.

“That was a cute, little dance you were doing, Cherry. Was that for me?” said a voice that sounded all too familiar. Unsurprisingly, my face turned bright red as Becca leaned forward and lifted my parasol before sticking her face under and smiling at me in such a way that my big, dumb heart instantly melted. She looked so beautiful in her floral sundress, topped with a sun hat to match and bright red lipstick that made her kissably plush lips stand out. She also had a large diaper bag noticeably tucked under one of her arms with the strap over her shoulder. Almost immediately, I felt the blood in my body center around my crotch, filling my body with stimulating sensations. If it weren’t for the double diapers shielding my shame, my hard-on would’ve been on full display. “You…you look…wow,” I said, unable to blink or turn my eyes away from Becca’s beauty. I was so horny and flustered and head over heels to have someone willing to dress up for me like this. I had no idea what else to say.

Becca, on the other hand, was more than happy to steer the conversation. “Hehe! Thank you, Cherry, though I must say you’re giving me some stiff competition,” she said, making me feel like a doll as she looked me up and down seductively, “You must be so excited. This is your first date ever, yeah? Don’t worry, I promise to show you the absolute bestest time. Let’s head in, my lovely, little lolita.”

Becca punctuated her sentence by pinching my cheek lightly before looping her arms around mine and ushering me toward the entrance to the county fair, which was two towns over from where we went to college. That fact unfortunately did not prevent my heart from fluttering with every step. Normally, a local fair like this was the last place I’d want to be. They were hot, full of screaming kids, and almost always smelled like manure. But today, with a parasol and dress to keep me cool and Becca at my side, I didn’t care if she wanted to take me to the surface of the sun. I’d buy some SPF 1,000,000 and rocket my ass into space in a heartbeat for her.

Unfortunately, while the dress was certainly breezy, the diapers were another story. I’d only been standing outside for ten minutes or so and I could feel my undercarriage starting to broil. Mercifully, the line for tickets to the fair was super short and we were inside in a matter of minutes. Wiping the sweat off my brow with my free hand, I spotted a drink stand near the entrance that was calling my name. Some ice-cold water would keep my internal temperature in check, as well as help with the heat that double diapers brought with them. “Hey, do you mind if I grab a water real quick?” I asked, gesturing toward the stand.

“Oh, we don’t need to waste money on overpriced waters. I packed you some juice for just such an…occasion,” said Becca, her words petering off as she clocked the dejected look on my face, along with the beads of sweat that accompanied it. The amount of pity contained within her stare made me feel weak in the knees. I wanted to tell her that I’d be okay but before I got the chance, she tugged me toward the drink stand, her nervous expression shifting to an opportunistic one, “Hello, sir. Two large waters, please.”

“Certainly!” said the man working the drink stand as he opened the refrigerator behind him and snatched two giant water bottles from the rack. Oh, how I wanted to dive across the counter and shove myself in that fridge. Of course, I would never do such a thing but the thought was there all the way up until the man was passing the twin bottles off to Becca in exchange for her credit card. It was embarrassing to let her pay for me like this but I was instructed before the date began not to even dream of bringing my wallet. Luckily, the transaction was painlessly over seconds after it started, “You ladies have yourselves a nice day.”

Nodding to the man without hesitation, Becca responded, “Same to you,” allowing him to continue believing I was, indeed, one of the “ladies.” Heck, with the way I was dressed, I might as well be. Other than the hint of masculinity in my facial features and my deep voice, I doubt anyone would be able to tell I was a guy so long as I stuck to Becca and kept my mouth shut.

As Becca and I departed from the drink stand, I reached over for one of the water bottles, only for Becca to pull away at the last second before I could wrap my fingers around the cap and bottleneck. “Ah, ah, ah! You’ll get this soon enough. Follow me, Cherry,” she said seductively, causing me to swoon as she lured me toward the nearest set of restrooms. To my surprise and slight horror, she beelined directly to the women’s side.

“W-Wait, are you sure it’s okay for me to go…in there?” I asked anxiously, planting both feet on the cement ground as I stopped in the middle of the bathroom doorway. I may have just contemplated how well my girlish appearance passed but that didn’t mean I was ready to put my new look to the ultimate test yet, “What if, you know, someone sees me?”

Snickering as she playfully rolled her eyes, Becca clearly didn’t share my concerns. “Cherry, you look like a cupcake topper and you’re as sweet as one too. And if anyone says otherwise, I’ll bop ‘em in the nose,” she said, shadowboxing a couple of times and forcing several giggles out of me both from her silly behavior and her gushy compliments.

Part of me was still on edge as I let Becca lead me into the girl’s room. I kept my eyes trained on the black and white tile floor, too afraid of what might happen if I looked anyone in the eye. Fortunately, there were several empty stalls open, allowing Becca to pull us into one of the larger ones with a baby changing area near the back of the bathroom. “You’re not gonna make me lay down on that thing, right?” I whispered, keeping my voice low to avoid detection as I pointed to the plastic, fold-down changing table.

“Huh? Oh, pfffft! Nah, as fun as that would be, I think my little sissy is just a little too big for that. Don’t worry, though, I have something much more fun planned,” said Becca, approaching me and, without warning, lifting the skirt of my dress high. I instinctually moved to stuff it back down, only for her to swat my hands away effortlessly, “Now, now, don’t be fussy. Unless you want me to raw up your bottom right here and now.” Her stern voice and vague threat of punishment were enough to awaken my little buddy again, which was desperately wiggling around in my diapers for more space to grow.

Closing my eyes, I was too mortified to watch as she ogled my diaper. It didn’t matter that she knew I was wearing it or that she’d even been the one to pick them out for me. It was still me standing before an unbelievably attractive woman in a diaper, something I don’t think I’d ever be used to. Moreover, I braced myself for the impact I was certain was coming.

*Crinkle!*

“Eeeep!” I squeaked involuntarily as her palm pressed the exact spot where my stiffy was. I felt light-headed as she reached up and pulled the front of my diaper open. What on Earth was she doing? She wasn’t about to pleasure me in a public bathroom. After spending a night with her at my sister’s slumber party, I wasn’t sure exactly which cards were off the table with Becca. However, the next thing I felt wasn’t a warm hand wrapping itself around my cock. She had something much frostier in mind for my diaper.

*SPLASH!*

“GASP!”

All air evacuated my lungs as Becca quickly uncapped the recently purchased water and proceeded to pour its contents into my thirsty diaper. “Nothing feels better on a hot day than an ice-cold diaper. Trust me,” she said, continuing to load my diaper with the brisk beverage until the entire bottle was emptied. By the time she yanked the bottle from my diaper, the water had overtaken both the front and back of my innermost diaper, widening my stance ever so slightly.

“There you go, all nice and wet,” said Becca, lowering the skirt of my dress and leaning forward to present me with a kiss on the cheek. I raised my hand to meet the lipstick stain she left behind, practically feeling the love in her heart radiating off of it. I wasn’t sure this day could get any better. That was until she passed the second water bottle to me before lifting her dress and showing off her own pair of pristine padding, “My turn, Cherry-baby. And you better not spill a single drop.”

I gulped hard as my eyes absorbed every inch of her lude, partially nude body. I was very wrong. This day was just going to do nothing but get infinitely better and Becca was going to make sure of it.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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filthyfluffyfantasies · 8 months

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✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: unprotected p in v sex, pet names, a little Romanian (printsesa - princess) is spoken, body fluids, sweet dirty talk, hand job/finger fucking - f recieving. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

prompt - lovemaking ( bonus blurb )

character | fandom - pietro maximoff / quicksilver | marvel cinematic universe

reader | original character - female reader, Stark!female reader & non -or vague, description.

words - roughly 1.3k

tagging - < taglist here >

✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . Pietro uses his body to comfort you during a bad storm..✧ ˚ 　· 　　 .

He’s almost asleep when the storm reaches it’s worst. As he rolls over and prepares to shove his head beneath one of the pillows, he hears the door to his room being opened quietly. You make your way over to his bed, same as you’ve done for at least two other nights this week and when he feels the bed dip down, he reaches out for your body in the darkness.

❝ The storm again, prinţesă?❞ he yawns out as he finds you and pulls you down into bed right next to him. You slip your legs between his legs and roll on your side so that you’re face to face with him as you nod and yawn sleepily.

If your father had any idea you’re sneaking off your wing in the tower to come and find Pietro Maximoff lately, he’d probably murder Pietro. He’s always told you that the guys he works with are off limits, completely. And you get it, but try explaining that to your heart lately.

Pietro’s the only man you’ve ever willingly sought out. He’s the one you can’t seem to stay away from.

As you drag your thumb over his bottom lip, it quivers. Pietro pulls you closer, strong arms wrapping around you to hold onto you tight. As he holds you, he hums an old Sokovian lullaby against the crown of your head because normally, this will knock you out faster than anything.

After a few seconds of laying there quietly, you squirm against his body a little. The leg that started out between his legs winds up thrown over his hip. Pietro swallows down the massive lump as it forms in his throat and after a second or two of trying not to cave in and do it, he places one of his massive hands on your thigh, fingers splayed. Squeezing the soft dough of your bare thigh. Your breath hangs in your throat and you end up gasping quietly as a result.

He can feel the way your heartbeat is starting to sync with his, the thought draws a lazy smirk to his lips. You look like there’s something you’re dying to say but you can’t find the words and this prompts him to speak up first. ❝ Te vreau prințesă pentru mine.❞

You melt against him just a little. Every single time he calls you printesa lately, it makes you feel things. Strongly. Deeply.

You’re in love with a man you can’t have and it’s only getting so much worse lately.

❝ Hmm?❞ you purr, soft voice muffled by the way you’ve shifted yourself so that your face is buried in his chest. It’s probably the biggest reason he said what he just did, you weren’t looking at him and that made it so much easier to finally say. His hand skims up and down your thigh and you whine, rubbing against him just barely able to stop yourself when you realize you’ve just done it.

He reaches down and cups your chin to make you look him in the eyes. And after a long pause, he mumbles it again. Softly. With rough lips brushing right against yours as he says it in your language and not his native tongue. ❝ I want you to myself, princess..❞ he trails off, a split second to panic as you process what he’s just saying.

What he’s been calling you since the day your father brought the team back to live at Stark Towers. He’s been calling you princess this entire time and you never had a clue. And he’s always lingering, watching you. Quick to volunteer himself up for the task when Tony asks if one of them will kind of keep an eye on you if he’s been threatened or he feels you’re up to something you maybe shouldn’t be. That’s how you wound up befriending him in the first place and now.. Now you’re hopelessly in love with him, kept silent by your father’s no dating an Avenger rule as well as your own fear that Pietro doesn’t even see you that way to begin with.

❝ You’re the only person I come to, Pietro.❞ you mumble quietly, your gaze lowered and your soft voice muffled yet again by his chest. As you speak and your lips graze against his skin, he digs his fingers in against the meat of your thigh, squeezing because he knows he’s a second away from losing control of himself completely.

When you rub against him while trying to get as close as possible, he bites back a groan because he can feel his cock getting even harder. He’d been just about to resign himself to masturbation to the mental image of you for the millionth night in a row before you sought him out. When he realizes what you’ve just said, he cups your chin. Makes you look up at him again. ❝ I can...❞ he pauses, taking a deep breath as he loses the battle with his own self-control and bucks himself against you,drawing a whimper out of you in the process, ❝ I can take your mind off of the storm, prințesă.. Do you want me to do that?❞

You swallow hard and nod, staring up at his handsome face, dragging your hand over it in awe. ❝ How.. How would you do that, Piet?❞ you ask quietly. Heart skipping a beat when the dark chuckle leaves his lips, hanging in the air between the two of you for a second. As his mouth moves in for the kill, the hand on your thigh slips down between your bodies and it settles against your cunt. Soft and careful, the heel of it pressing right against your clit as he massages you through your panties. ❝ Making love to you.❞ he answers just as his thick tongue parts the barrier your plush lips form and begins to glide over the surface of your own, slow.

Slower paced than you thought the Sokovian speedster was capable of.

You whine out his name and melt into the way he’s holding you. As his hand speeds up just enough to give you a little more friction, you rock yourself against his hand. Thick digits push past the soaked silk barrier of your panties and pushes them aside, thumb circling your clit in slow and agonizing strokes. Careful. Gentle.

And then those thick fingers bury inside of you three at once. You’re stretched and this makes you gasp as you suck his neck and wrap your arms around him to cling even closer. He’s bucking himself against your thighs a little for his own friction and as he does it, he gasps against the shell of your ear. Each dirty thing he says to you in a mixture of Sokovian and English is enough to make you whine for him. ❝ Now? Please..❞ you whimper, begging for it, ❝ I need you now, Piet..❞

He licks his lips and stares down at you, watching the way you look up at him through heavy-lidded eyes, the heat in your soft little body pinned below his and he can’t wait another second.

He buries his cock inside you and goes still, letting you get used to the way he fills you as the two of you share a kiss that doesn’t end until neither of you can breathe. As the kiss breaks, he fucks into you long and slow, massive hands pinning your wrists above your head and flat against his pillow. You whine and rock upward to meet his thrusts, eager and impatient but each time, you’re met with Pietro using the strength in his muscular frame to keep your hips pinned against his mattress. He noses some hair away from your ear and mutters quietly, ❝ Is this helping, my love?❞

You moan out a breathy yes and your nails dig into his shoulders once he's let go of your hands again,dragging over his back as he pushes himself inside you completely. Raw. There wasn’t even a second’s thought given to protection, only the lust both of you have been struggling with and Pietro’s need to calm your fears and do whatever he could to protect you from them.

If it means fucking you all night, it’s something he’s more than willing -and more than happy, to do.

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madiomens · 8 months

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I am absolutely in the mood for some tooth rotting fluff.

Is there anyway that you can write a blurb or however long of your choice. That Bad Omens came to the readers hometown on their tour. The reader and Noah have been together for a while now. And it’s been a while since she seen them perform surprising him by sneaking into the dressing room and her and him walking to the stage together holding hands her watching from the side of the stage.

I’m sorry if the request is a long one.

Hi friend! I hope you enjoy this one, fluff makes me giggle and kick my legs like a school girl :')

Thank you for the request!

Warnings: None <3

Surprise Appearance

"When are you coming?" Jolly's voice questioned from my phone.

I fluffed my hair and made sure my makeup was perfect in my bathroom mirror. "Soon. You sound almost as excited as I am." I said with a chuckle as I fastened my earring in place.

"Well, duh, we all are." He said.

I paused what I was doing and stared at my phone. "Joakim Karlsson."

"Calm down, we didn't tell him." He said with a chuckle. "I had to tell the guys so they didn't scream and give you away the second they saw you."

I let out a breath and grabbed my phone so I could leave the bathroom. "I was two seconds away from killing you."

"You terrify me, mousey." He said, causing me to laugh at the nickname he gave me.

"Good. Let me get dressed then I will head your way. I'll text when I'm there." I said, tossing my phone on the bed.

"Okay, love you." He said, causing me to smile.

"Love you too, Jolly." I said before he hung up.

I pulled on a pair of black ripped jeans along with a flowy black button up top, leaving the top two buttons undone so that it would hang off my shoulder. I pulled on my boots and put some bracelets and a necklace on before giving myself a once over in my closet mirror. A grin slid onto my face as the excitement set in. It's been a long few months apart from Noah and the guys, and I could hardly contain my excitement to see all of them again.

I rushed to the kitchen to grab my keys before heading out the door, locking it behind me. I live 15 minutes away from the venue and traffic was light so it was an easy drive, one full of my butterflies multiplying each second. I pulled up on the back side of the venue and my eyes landed on Bryan. His confused face turned into one of shock then excitement as he ran to my car to greet me.

"Oh my gosh, Noah is going to die." He said as he pulled me into a hug once I slid out of my car.

I chuckled into the hug. "Hopefully not."

"Come on, I'll bring you inside." He said, nodding his head towards the back door.

I sent a quick text to Jolly, letting him know Bryan was bringing me in, before following the tall man inside. Once inside we looked around to make sure Noah was nowhere in sight before making our way backstage to the dressing room. My eyes landed on Jolly, Nicholas, and Folio sprawled out on the couches as they nodded their heads to what I'm assuming was Noah's jam session in the bathroom. Their heads snapped to us and their faces broke out into grins as they let out silent screams before running to me. I laughed as they picked me up in a group hug, jumping up and down with me in their arms.

"We are so excited to see you." Nicholas said as they put me back on my feet.

"I missed you guys so much." I said, giving each of them individual hugs. "I'm assuming he's in there?" I said with a chuckle as I pointed to the bathroom.

"You know he has to hype himself up." Folio said with his own chuckle.

I took a deep breath and slowly let it out to calm my nerves. "Alright. Wish me luck."

The guys wished me luck as I turned on my heels to walk up to the bathroom door, knocking on it so Noah could hear it over his music. The music turned down and the sound of shuffling came from behind the door before it opened, revealing the tall man I have missed so much. Shock appeared on his face as his eyes landed on mine before a dazzling grin spread across his lips. He bent down to wrap his arms around my waist before picking me up in a hug, causing me to laugh as he spun us in a circle.

"Oh my God, I missed you so much." He breathed into my hair, placing a kiss on the side of my head.

"I missed you too, baby." I said as I kissed the side of his own head.

He put me down on my feet and grabbed my face to press his lips to mine, causing the guys to hoop and holler behind us. I held up my middle finger and felt Noah do the same as our lips stayed press against each other's, neither of us wanting to break the kiss yet. After a few moments we broke away and Noah rested his forehead against mine, large smiles on both of our faces.

"Hi, my love." I said softly as I looked up at him.

"Hi, baby." He replied softly, rubbing my back with his hands.

He lightly squeezed my nose, causing me to scrunch it. "You go on stage soon." I said.

"You do too." He said, pulling his head back to caress my face with his hands.

I furrowed my brows at him. "Excuse me?"

He chuckled and pulled me into a hug, my head resting on his chest. "You have to come say hi to my friends."

I shook my head against his chest. "I do not have to do that by standing on stage in front of thousands of people."

"Just for a few seconds then you can stand at the side of the stage and watch me do my thing." He said, pulling back to wiggle his eyebrows at me.

I sighed and tossed my head backwards, groaning as I closed my eyes. "You're not taking no for an answer, are you?"

He laughed and pulled my face forward so that I'd look up at him. "I love you."

I squinted my eyes at him. "I love you too. Turd."

He chuckled and placed another kiss on my lips before he was having to change and take his place at the side of the stage. I stood beside him, placing a kiss on his arm before he was running on stage to give the performance of his life.

After the opening song, he ran back to me and pulled his mask off before grabbing my hand. "You ready?"

I sighed. "As I'll ever be."

He pulled me on stage with him, causing the crowd's screams to get louder. "Hello, my friends. Most of you probably know my girlfriend." He said, causing the crowd to scream again. "She surprised me backstage so I thought I would let her come say hi to all of you."

I waved at everyone before turning back to Noah to shake my head at him, a smile on both of our faces. He chuckled and leaned down to press his lips to mine, causing the crowd to cheer even louder than before. He broke the kiss and smiled at me as I let out a laugh, pushing his chest before making my way back to the side of the stage.

This man will be the death of me, but it'll be the sweetest death possible.

#noah sebastian #bad omens #noah sebastian fic #noah sebastian one shot

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vivalarevolution · 1 year

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𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶 𝓐 𝓛𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓓𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶 𝓸𝓯 𝓜𝓮

Lo’ak x Human Reader

Request: „Hey gurl, absolutely love love ur work ,like ur literally flawless. If u r still taking requests could u plz make a Lo’ak x fem reader 18+ fic (cause there aren’t any which u’ve made) where he has like a wet dream abt her at night and sneaks away at night to masturbate but she catches him in the act and decides to give him a bit of oral this is too crazy‟

A/N: Request written by anon. Thank you for your sweet words as well as your request, I was dying to write something for Lo'ak so I'm grateful for your suggestion.

I hope that all of you will like this and will have fun while reading.

Don't be surprised if the reader can kiss etc without any problems. I think during the break they had to come up with an alternative to the masks that were worn in the first movie.

Also remember that english is not a language that I use on a daily basis, mistakes may occur.

The work contains smut , minors do not interact.

*Characters are aged up.

His mind was foggy. So many questions demanded answers.

How had he not noticed it before?

How did it even start?

How is it possible that this happened?

But he couldn't answer any of them, not while she sat between his legs, her small hands gliding over his shaft, her lips brushing the head of his member, staring at him with eyes clouded with lust.

Lo'ak simply couldn't.

He didn't move an inch, just staring at her. Her movements were strangely addictive, filling him with excitement as well as uncertainty of what would come after each touch.

His mind was still fighting, fearing it was just a dream. But this time it wasn't, no. What was happening was real and tangible.

-Y/n - he panted, looking down at her - Please don't...don't tease me - he said, suddenly his confidence vanished into thin air.

-I'm sorry, I just can't help myself - she confessed, rubbing her cheek against his manhood, kissing him here and there - You're so delicious... it's so hard to resist - she added more quietly, sucking on his head with her lips, moaning softly as she could feel his taste on her tongue.

Lo'ak tilted his head back, opening his mouth and closing his eyes.

An electrifying feeling flowed through every part of his body. From the top of his head to his fingertips. And he never wanted it to end.

The girl watched his behavior from under half-closed eyelids, trying not to fall into the ocean of pleasure herself, not when she bent the object of her desire to her will, not when she could use it however she wanted.

She treated the boy's member almost like a lollipop. Licking his shaft up and down, lips kissing his head from which pre-cum was pouring, hands gently massaging the rest of his manhood, fingertips hooking on his balls, making his thighs tremble even more, and moans from his mouth were cut off by gasping for air.

-Are you close, Lo'ak? - Y/n asked, looking at him with curious eyes, as if the question wasn't about such a sinful thing.

-Yes ... yes - he replied, trying to control his voice as much as he could, unsuccessfully - Fuck...Y/n - he panted, his hand wandering towards her face.

Girl buried her cheek in his large hand, taking him almost halfway, still maintaining eye contact with him, driving him crazy.

Her mouth was so warm and wet inside that Lo'ak thought he would explode. The knot in his abdomen was getting tighter by the minute, and his head was getting more and more foggy.

His fingers glided lazily over the young woman's head, involuntarily tangling them in her hair, gently tugging at her curls, controlling her movements, lowering her lower and lower, unable to stop himself. He could see tears welling up in her eyes and how she, helplessly, could only let the saliva drip from her mouth onto her chin and neck, yet she welcomed him so willingly, so desperately, as if she needed it, not him.

-So close...oh so close - he murmured, lifting his hips up slightly.

Y/n pulled his shaft out of her mouth and took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment before opening them, looking almost seductive.

-Where would you like to cum Lo'ak? - she asked so innocently, even though her hand was still moving along his member.

His pupils dilated even more at the question, and an uncontrollable growl escaped from his throat.

-Your mouth - he confessed after a moment, watching how she would react - Please - he added, and she only smiled sweetly.

-Whatever you want - she replied, gently kissing the dripping head of his manhood - I'll do whatever you want.

At that moment, Lo'ak did everything to refrain from checking if it wasn't a cruel dream again, but when her little hand grabbed his, connecting them together, he knew that everything was real.

She was so eager to please him, so motivated to make him orgasm. Her swollen lips moved intensely around the head of his member, the tip of her tongue hooking over it again and again, eliciting a low moan from him.

The release he was trying so hard to hold back hit him like a wave, causing dark spots to appear before his eyes.

Squeezing her hand, he growled softly as he watched as Y/n swallowed everything he had in him. But after a long moment, she broke away from his member again, not to ask, but to breathe, which made her chin adorned with a white substance that was still pouring out of his shaft.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes watery and foggy with lust, her hands were wet from the amount of liquid that had flowed onto them, and the face itself was adorned with his semen. And for Lo'ak, it might have been the most beautiful sight he had ever seen in his life.

-Are you okay Y/n? I didn't hurt you, did I? - he asked, trying to catch his breath.

The girl did not answer, only smiling gently. Her hands began to roam the boy's torso, her nails scratching him slightly, causing goosebumps to appear on his body. Soon her little body lay in his arms as her lips glided over his neck, marking it with little marks in the form of bites and kisses.

-I should be the one asking - she whispered close to his ear, kissing his lobe - Did I did good? Was it like in your dreams Lo'ak? - she asked, looking into his golden eyes.

He looked at her for a moment and then joined their lips into a sweet, sensual kiss. His tongue invited itself inside her mouth, starting an erotic dance, to which she joined with joy, entangling her slender fingers between his braids.

The boy lifted her body so that her breasts were directly in front of him, attacking them almost instantly with one of his large hands, making the now young woman a moaning mess.

-In my dreams - he began, glancing at her again - You always lie limp beneath me, panting and crying with pleasure as my cum flows out of your femininity - he confessed, kissing her collarbone as he moved upward - Now I want that to be a reality too - he added, covering her with his body.

Y/N could only watch powerlessly. His words had surprisingly too much influence on her. But she did not object, she couldn't tell no to him, never. Not to him. So when she expanded her thighs, showing her trembling and wet center, she knew exactly what she unleashed.

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Ron Speirs x OC.

Part 7! Here’s the link for the last part.

This chapter contains smut and mentions of nightmares/ ptsd.

Ron and Jenny have increasingly spent more nights together, delving in the comfort of each others arms. When Ron has a nightmare, fuelled with the trauma’s from war, he admits to finding comfort in staying with her. Smut ensues as the fondness grows between the pair.

GUYS THIS IS FUCKING FILTHY I REALLY SHOULDNT UPLOAD THIS I AM ASHAMED OF MYSELF ITS BEEN A REALLY LING TUME OK-

As Ron stirred from besides me, I’d let out a content sigh, smiling up to the roof of the decorated ceiling above. A room fit for a king huh? More like fit for a queen like me. I’d been awoken by Ron’s tossing and turning- I didn’t mind. Waking up during the early hours of the morning no longer bothered me so much now I was sharing a bed with him.

For the past four weeks we’d hardly slept alone. Whether that was him turning up outside my room or me sneaking into his, it had become a regular occurrence.

When he’d stilled, I’d settled back down into the comfort of the pillow, closing my eyes once again. A hum escaped Ron’s throat from next to me which caused me to turn back over, scanning over his expression. His eyes were still shut, indicating he was deep in slumber, but the frown tugging down on his face made him look troubled. Ron let out a soft pant again, almost sounding breathless as he shifted his hands. As he moved some more he began muttering words I couldn’t understand, breathing heavily as the pained expression on his face grew. Was he having a nightmare? He didn’t look to be enjoying himself, that’s for sure. “Ron.” I whispered after he let out another mumble. I ran my touch over the warmth of his shoulder, feeling his clammy his skin was. “Ron.” I muttered again, shaking him as he muttered again, this time letting out the smallest kind of whimper. It broke my heart, even the toughest of men could suffer such horrific night terrors after war. He shot straight up, sitting up and panting wildly whilst staring wide eyed ahead of him like somebody had a gun raised to his head. “Ron.” I whispered again, snapping him out of it as he stared back to me with the same frightened eyes. I I instantly felt my heart shatter when he turned back, kicking his legs off the side of the bed and rested his head in his hands.

“Are you ok?” I whispered, coming to kneel behind the worried man. My hand soothed over his back, glancing to see his face but his head was hung too low to see. “M’ fine.” His voice sounded rough as he shook my question off. He wasn’t fine, I could tell. I was at a loss of what to do as he sat there taking deep breaths on the edge of the bed.

“W- I can leave you alone if you need-“

“No.” A hand reached back to me, his voice breathless as he turned around, sinking back down into the bed and bringing me with him. “No, no, don’t.” His voice didn’t reach above a whisper, soft yet roughened by the huskiness of sleep lacing him. “Okay.” I muttered out, running my hand over his cheek as he swallowed. “Don’t leave.” He nudged his face closer to mine.

“I won’t.”

“No, don’t leave me.” Stunned by his saddened words, I didn’t have time to reply when he was pressing his lips up against mine. “I won’t, Ron.” I managed to add on against the kiss, his hands were running all over my bare back, gripping me close as I soothed down the back of his head.

When his lips fell into my neck, kissing and sucking, I was left a little confused. “Are you okay?”

“I need you.” He didn’t answer my question. “I need you more than anything.” His voice was gruff as he kissed me, harder this time. I couldn’t resist, if he needed me, he could have me, if that’s what helped him feel better then I would oblige fully. “You can have me.” I hushed as he was already burying his head into my collarbone, kissing and sucking deep marks into my skin. My breathing became heavier and I was stunned to feel his fingers dig under my underwear so quickly. I was still wet from the antics from the night before, so his fingers slid over my pussy with ease. “Kiss me.” He instructed as I opened my eyes again, looking back to his darkened eyes. “Are you sure you want to?” I pecked his lips. “Yes.” Ron nodded, pressing a lingering kiss to my lips before licking over them seductively. Oh, what was he doing to me?

The kiss became deeper, our tongues moving against one another’s as his fingers pushed deep inside of me, making me moan out at the sensation. My legs spread wider and I moved my hand down to pull his already hard cock out of his pants. It was my turn to make him feel good, he needed it- he could use it as a distraction. Ron snatched mg hand back up to his mouth, licking over my hands and sucking on my fingers, dampening them before we both moved it back down to his erection. It was the hottest thing I’d ever seen, that alongside the obvious groans he wasn’t holding back, I couldn’t help but moan as his pace picked up. I felt his fingers twitching at an overwhelming fast rate inside of me, pumping them in and out as my wetness was evident from the noise filling the room. My hand began twisting around the end of his cock, pleasuring him as he ground his hips up into my hand. The only time I stopped was when the pleasure he was giving me was too much. “Give me one.” Ron growled, speaking into my ear as he pressed a sharp kiss to below my ear. I moaned in response knowing he wanted me to cum, little did we expect that his actions would cause me to squirt my juices over his hand and arm, wetting the bed as he groaned in sync with me. “Good. Good girl.” He seethed as my movements over his throbbing member continued. “That’s my good girl.” With a grip to my chin, he forced his two fingers that were inside of me, into my lips as I sucked seductively, using both hands to jerk him off now. Ron let out a broken groan, gasps leaving his mouth as my left hand cupped his balls, massaging them tenderly as his head dropped back. “Fuck- oh my god.” Hearing him out loud was one of my biggest turn ons, and despite the pleasure I’d just received my pussy was throbbing for more. His head was dropped back against the pillow, he laid on his back now, becoming somewhat submissive as I crawled over, replacing one of my hands with my mouth as I licked and sucked over his penis. He was leaking with precum, I sucked it all up, slurping and pushing my head down as I gagged over his length. Fuck it felt good, the way his hands were gripped harshly in my hair and spit was dripping down his cock. I hadn’t even questions how things had got so quickly to this point. “Make me nice and wet for you, that’s it.” Ron watched in awe, letting out a deeply vocal groan which caused my free hand to press in between my legs.

“Gonna feel so good when I fuck you.” “You like choking on my cock like that?” “You use your mouth so good on me…”

I’d come to figure when Ron was angry or sad or anything, sex was his outlet- and oh my god he was good at it. His hips bucked into my mouth wildly, snatching back my hair to take a look at the precum and spit that dripped from my mouth.

“Can you fuck me?” I borderline whinged as he watched me with widened eyes, yanking me up on top of him, holding his cock out for me to sink down on. I was a little sore from the sex last night, but he filled me up so well. Ron soothed his hand over my cheeks, lips parted ever so gently, the moment of softness replaced by his hips harshly thrusting up into me. I’d never rode him before, so the new angle felt insanely good. I felt like putting on a performance for him, thrusting my hips and circling over him as he groaned out in a manly manner. His hands gripped my ass, slapping them whenever I bounced on his stiff member. Ron tugged me down close to him, as I bounced my hips up and down, feeling his slap to my ass once again as I moaned out loud. “You’re so good at this aren’t you?” He hissed quietly, our faces were inches apart, but one hand in my hair held me back from kissing him. He was tormenting me, teasing me, milking every inch of pleasure out of me as he could. When I didn’t reply he tugged again causing a pained cry to escape my lips. “Yeah, fuck Ron.” I groaned, a panting sweating mess as he rewarded me by fucking into me some more. He thrusted once, testing the waters, before doing it again and again with the strongest thrust I’d ever felt. I thought I’d stop breathing it was that rough, fuck, he was good. I was meeting his thrusts half way, burying his cock deep inside of me as his fingers slipped over my ass and into unexplored territory. I let out a gasp, watching him gaze at me with inquisitive eyes. His finger grazed over my asshole, again, testing the waters as I fell into the trap of pleasure and stopped my movement.

“Don’t stop.” Ron reminded, voice more gentle now as I continued grinding over him desperately. His fingers were rubbing over my tight hole, before pushing one into me, using my wetness as lubrication. “Oh fuck!” The sensation was too good, Ron was a dirty fucker and I loved it. My hand snatched over his neck, scratching down his chest as he used his spare hand to move my hips, moving his finger in and out of me as both my holes were filled with him.

“You’re taking me so well aren’t you, oh fuck, that’s it baby.” Baby- oh god he had me moaning louder than ever before, my voice nearing a scream when he started fucking into me again. “Make yourself cum Jen, use your hands. Touch yourself for me.” His voice hitched with a groan when I began rubbing my fingers over my clit.

“I- I’m gonna cum.” I sobbed out as he pressed himself deeper in me. By the time I had reached my high I was wheezing, chest heaving and falling. Just as his cock threw me over the edge he’d pulled me closer into him, holding a hand firmly against my back whilst kissing me deeply. I was yelling against his mouth, shouting and crying out in ecstasy before I slumped back into the kiss, exhausted. “Oh god, Ron.” I gasped, feeling his finger slip out of me as he soothed down my back gently, holding me close. “Good girl.” He breathed as I came down, laid over his chest. “You okay? I didn’t hurt you?” He checked. “No.” I responded quickly as he kissed my cheeks, thrusting ever so slowly into me to remind me he was still inside of me. I could see he was holding back his pleasure, waiting until I’d fully come down and was okay to carry on again as he rolled my onto my back, keeping his thrusts to a minimal as we made out. It felt romantic, somehow the dirtiness of it all earlier relaxed into something more tender, something sweet. Ron stroked over the side of my cheek as his tongue danced against mine. Admiring the handsome man, I pressed kisses to his neck and jawline, sucking and kissing, careful to leave marks that were only reserved for the eyes of me. The noises he made above me were vulnerable and nothing short of pure ecstasy as he picked up the speed. I was beginning to feel the sore ache of down below and knew I needed Ron to finish fairly quickly. From my gentle whine and whimpers I think Ron could tell I was becoming tired. It was easily 3AM and despise all the excitement of the sex, my orgasm had tired me out. “I’ll stop.”

“No.” I insisted, pressing him closer into me by his ass. “You’re tired.”

“I’m not the one doing the work.” I smiled, my eyes heavy as he kissed me tenderly. “I’ll be gentle, ok?” He soothed as I hummed, nodding with a gentle smile as he gave me small thrusts, pulling me close as he continued a slow rhythm. It didn’t take long for him to build up to the point of finish. I could feel him sweating as he kept a focused face, jaw dropped and eyes locked with mine. “Cum for me Ron.” I whispered. “I need it.” My hand smoothed over his face, when I was about to let go he barely let out a ‘no’ before pressing my hand further to his face. His breathing increased against my lips, barely being able to keep the pucker of his own as he groaned into the kiss. “Fuck, shit, I-“ “Yeah.” I moaned as he grunted out, kissing me harshly. “I love you, fuck.”

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1rsoldiersince2012 · 8 months

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Bound by Law (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Words: 4613 (chapter 33)

Summary:

You and Matt met in the courtroom. Now, you may think that Matt was a knight in shining armour and defended you in the name of all United States laws, but that was not the case. Matt was totally destroying your client, and you wanted to tear him into pieces right then and right there, because with Murdock as your rival, your head is on the firm's plate with each case. Did Matt care? No, he only cared about bringing justice, he was a human-machine, driven by the need to bring righteousness no matter the cost. Or was he just that? What happens when you get involved in Fisk's business and Daredevil's lies against your will?

33. Lawyers, Guns and Money, pt. 1

Just as Karen sneaks out of the hospital through the back entrance, a man emerges from the shadows of the containers and Karen stops in her tracks, quickly deciding to take another route, yet strong, dirty arms grab her from the darkness and push her into the wall with so much force that it knocks her breath out for a second.

"So, why are you bothering the old woman?" The man asks, bad breath hits Karen's face, snapping her out of the momentary trance.

"Get off of me!" Karen tries to push the man away from her and somehow manages to grab her mace, but the man turns out to be quicker and slams her hand by the wrist.

"She gonna spray you." The first guy returns, the low lights of the street shine as bright as the moon on his bald head, but the emotion that he carries on his face makes him look as if his face was glued to an egg.

"Maybe I take that away from you, empty the whole thing in your face. Burn your eyes out, so you don't go snooping where you're not supposed to." The second guy says, voice filled with hatred.

Karen wriggles out of his hands and slightly kicks him in the balls with her knee, but the bald guy pushes her to the ground. "Stupid bitch!" He shouts before something painfully collides with his head and he falls like a leaf to the ground.

Karen watches a softball roll on the ground right next to her and abruptly raises her head from the ground, only to notice Foggy standing in a fighting position with a baseball bat in his hands and his briefcase swinging around in a very funny way. "Foggy? Oh my God, what are you doing here?"

Foggy matches her wild expression and shouts back, "What are you doing here?"

"What are you doing here?" Karen shouts again, quickly spraying the guy with her mace. "Are you following me?"

"Yeah." Foggy exhales with relief, watching the two men roll on the ground. He was indeed following her, but halfway through his journey, he almost went to Marci's apartment. Now he was glad he didn't quit.

"Why?"

"Because you were acting weird. I was worried about you."

"I can take care of myself."

"Let's discuss that away from the maniacs, okay? Come on!" Foggy gently grabs Karen's wrist and pulls her away from the scene.

***

"Good morning, Mrs Cardenas." You enter her ward confidently carrying yourself with Matt almost lazily following behind. The two of you today looked as different as day and night.

"Buenos días, Mrs Cardenas." He greets with a fake cheerfulness, because after yesterday he was anything but cheerful, which you noticed in the car.

"Buenos días," Mrs Cardenas answers, a big smile resting on her face.

"Oh, I see that you're feeling better today, right?" You occupy the window pane and put your briefcase, pulling out some papers.

"Sí, sí, a lot better." She confirms and sits up in the bed. You take a seat next to her on the armchair, crossing your legs. Your skirt rides up a little, exposing your bare legs and you receive a disapproving look from the elderly woman. Matt takes in a breath of changed air, but doesn't put energy into bothering about it.

"So, have you thought more about our offer?" You ignore her judgy eyes and continue with business. It wasn't your problem that these pencil skirts were too short for your rather thick thighs.

"Sí, I will do it."

"That's great news," you smile and immediately turn to look at Matt, but don't receive the same emotion from him. Something inside you feels betrayed, like a tennis ball hitting the wall and bouncing away from it. "We should start with the paper work, first let's sign the attorney-client confidentiality agreement, in which everything you say is only between you, me and my partner, and I would like to note that you should only talk to us about the matter, when other parties get involved, sometimes things don't go the way you wanted." You say while going back to your briefcase to pull out more papers and stop next to Matt who was standing there. "Could you translate, please?"

It seems that it took a long moment for Matt to finally acknowledge what words were coming out of your mouth, and you glance back at Elena nervously. "Yeah, sure." He finally says and starts speaking in Spanish. There was no denying that Spanish brought out his New York accent and it almost made you forget where you were and what you were doing.

You bring the documents to Elena and she quickly signs them, "Great, now we're going to do the same, and everything will be officially sealed." You write your signature, a rather long and complicated one, because your father told you that longer signatures are more difficult to forge.

"Could you..." Matt takes the pen from you and freezes in place, suddenly very awkward and shy. "Maybe guide my hand?"

"Uh, sure." You stand closer to him, gently touching Matt's hand. Both of you inhale sharply, yet silently, and you slowly push his fingers to the right place, then slide your fingers along his hand, eventually dropping them on the window pane again. Elena curiously observes the scene in front of her, watching you remain close to Matt's shoulder until he scribbles his signature. Simple, but complex. Just like him.

"You've got any more papers for me to sign?" He asks, slightly turning his head in your direction, and for a moment you almost feel mesmerized by the way early rays of sunshine were playing on his face, when Elena's subtle clearing of throat distracts you from the sight.

"We can do it back in the office." You leave his side and return to Elena. "Now that you're positive about the lawsuit against Mr Tully, I would like to hear everything from the beginning, maybe start since you rented the place, bien?"

Elena smiles knowingly at your flustered self and gets comfortable and starts her tale, excluding last night's Karen's visit on purpose, because she asked her so nicely to not tell anyone about it.

***

"I knew I should've just recorded it on my phone, that woman talks as if she's on a podcast and someone is paying her to talk." You exhale tiredly, almost dragging your feet towards the elevator.

"Yeah." Matt chuckles lowly, or at least makes himself to do that so he wouldn't offend you with the silence.

"Hey, thanks for the translation, I think I owe you a lot." You slightly nudge his arm when the elevator door closes.

"No problem, really. But you know, I thought you had Spanish classes in university."

"No, I chose German, but I really suck at it, so mission failed." You make a sound with your tongue and step out of the elevator, slowing your step, so it would match Matt's.

"Won't believe until I hear it." He smiles, whole face lighting up. Here was that smile, that cheeky smile that you've missed this whole morning.

"Come on, you don't want someone to die after hearing my German, do you?" You chuckle, feeling Matt's hand on your back when he lets you through the exit of the hospital first.

"Come on, I've been translating for like 3 hours, I think I deserve something." He teases, snaking his hand on your elbow for guidance.

"I was gonna buy you lunch, but now I don't know..."

"Okay, okay, lunch it is." Matt laughs slightly, feeling his ribs shaking with pain in his chest.

"I knew that you wouldn't refuse it." You smile to yourself, savouring the feeling of his touch.

***

You walk toe to toe with Matt back into the office; he's swinging his walking stick beside him in a careless manner, right hand resting on your elbow rather tightly, but you don't mind that, it keeps you close to reality, and reality was making Elena's lawsuit actually work in the court.

Matt finds himself lost in the smell of your perfume and cigarettes that you smoked just before coming inside, he gives himself to the pleasant odour that he doesn't even bother listening to Foggy and Karen's talk upstairs.

"Matt wouldn't understand. You know what he would say." Karen says, hanging her coat as they both return from their lunch break.

"That we're awesome?" Foggy smiles proudly.

"No, that we're being stupid."

"I prefer the term foolheartedly provocative." Foggy puffs up his chest, fixing the sleeves of his suit afterwards.

"Yeah, that's lawyer talk for stupid. You want coffee?" Karen disappears in the kitchen, rummaging through the drawers.

"If we're gonna be Nancy Drew-ing together, I think a certain level of honesty is required."

"What? You don't like my coffee?" Karen's head appears in the middle of the doorway, and she looks at Foggy perplexed.

"No, I hate it. I appreciate the effort, but the technique, or lack thereof..." He stops in the middle of the sentence, silenced by Karen's look.

"My God, you are such a dick." She scoffs to herself and disappears in the kitchen again.

"On occasion some dickery may leak out, but doesn't mean I'm wrong."

"Well, it means somethin'."

"Okay, let's say we keep Matt in the dark. How long do you think..." The door opens and Foggy falls silent upon noticing your coat flowing inside first, followed by your high-heeled boots and Matt following very closely behind you. "...I should grow my hair? Matt, what's your take on that? Mullet? Full pony?" Foggy stammers, almost slapping himself for his stupidity.

You and Matt both give Foggy scrunched eyebrows and confused looks, standing still in the doorway. "If I may express my humble opinion," you begin, slowly shaking your coat off your shoulders, "you'd look terrible."

"Gee, thanks for the honesty, y/n."

"You guys want coffee?" Karen asks loudly from the kitchen, busy with getting the coffee maker to start working.

"No, we just had it." Matt hangs his coat, slowly dragging his feet forward.

"Oh, really?" Foggy looks at you and Matt with mild panic, hoping that you didn't hear anything he practically yelled to Karen.

"Yeah, she bought me lunch." Matt cheekily points his thumb at you, and you roll your eyes at him.

"Is today 'y/n buys lunch for everyone day' or did we just miss that?" Foggy crosses his hands and leans on Karen's table.

"Yeah, you wish." You spin on your heel and disappear in the office, eager to start collecting information.

"So, you'd it go with Elena?" Karen asks, returning from the kitchen and solely focuses on Matt.

"Good." He answers briefly, not wanting to hang out in front of his friends more than necessary, in case they see him grimacing uncomfortably, he's busted.

"She's filling the lawsuit then?" Foggy asks, eyes jumping from Karen to Matt.

"Uh, yeah." Matt raises his eyebrows briefly, fixing his glasses with his left hand.

"That's great news!" Karen exclaims but only receives a shy smile from Matt.

"Yeah, I'd love to chat more but we should get to work."

"Absolutely, yeah, we're just gonna go drink our coffee and..." Foggy falls silent, not knowing how to finish this sentence.

"Yeah, okay." Matt awkwardly goes into your office and closes the door behind him.

"That was close." Foggy mouths to Karen without a sound and she nods in agreement.

***

Foggy kept worrying in his office, because a couple of hours passed without you and Matt leaving your office, which meant two things that Foggy quickly types to Karen, 'they're either very lucky or very unlucky.'

Karen quickly sends a message back, 'from the looks of it, they're not doing well.'

'What do you mean?' Foggy types, leaning back in his chair.

'Y/n has been shaking her head everytime I take a look at them.'

'And Matt? He usually starts rubbing his chin.'

'I'm surprised he hasn't rubbed his stubble off yet.' Karen sends and sighs audibly.

Foggy emerges from his office and looks determined to make some bad decisions. "I'm telling."

"What? No." Karen tries to protest, but Foggy quickly spins on his heel and barges into your office, causing you to slightly jump. Matt pulls his legs away from under the table, sitting up straight as if he was caught misbehaving. Frowns on both of your faces indicated that this interruption wasn't welcome, and Matt felt especially unhappy, because for the last hour, your boot was slightly touching his shoe, and he enjoyed this subtle interaction, because you' been only grasping straws with the case and it was to put it nicely, infuriating.

"We've got something to tell you." Foggy says, hands resting on his hips.

You look up at him and try not to rub your eyes or yawn.

"Me and Karen have been doing something." Foggy states and waits for Karen to come into the office. Her walk of shame inside made you raise an eyebrow, and the next words have confirmed your disappointment. "We're... investigating Union Allied."

"Again?" You ask before words slip out of your mouth without too much thinking, "well my guess would been that you two are sleeping together." Your eyes slightly widen when the last word leaves your mouth and everyone looks at you with raised eyebrows, and Matt is the first one to break into a grin. "What? Your sentence phrasing set you up for this." You finally say after a long uncomfortable silence.

"Okay, remind me to keep you off the witness stand, Karen." Matt returns to the thing that caused this whole conversation.

"You can't be doing that." Karen protests immediately, eyes wide with confusion.

"Why not? For starters, you signed legal papers and took money to leave it alone." Matt taps his pen on the table impatiently.

"No, I signed papers saying that I wouldn't go public and I won't. We have someone lined up for that part."

You look at them confused, because Union Allied and Karen's case was unknown for you, except for the things that went public after the murder.

"What part?" Matt's tapping stops, the pen frozen mid-air.

"Breaking the story that, uh... Look, whoever is behind Union Allied, or whatever they call themselves now, they are trying to strong-arm people like Elena so that they can sweep their homes away from them and build condos no one can afford."

"And what do you think's gonna happen when these "whoevers" find out what it is you're up to?"

"We already took care of it." Foggy chirps as happy as the kid with ice cream.

"Took care of what?" You ask still confused about Union Allied's connection to the case.

"The, uh, guys who busted up Elena's apartment. They, uh, came after me when I was leaving...the hospital last night."

"What? What were you doing there?" You ask, while Matt, out of courtesy asks if she's okay.

"Yes. Foggy was following me." She answers, receiving even more worried looks as the result.

"Why? Why were you following her?" Matt asks, while your question gets ignored on purpose.

"She was acting funny." Foggy defends himself.

"No, there was no funny."

"There was a little funny." Foggy looks away from the whole table, because it finally dawned on him how stupid he was acting yesterday.

"This is what I'm talking about. There are things out there. You can't be doing this. You're gonna get yourselves hurt." Matt continues his ramble, not even realizing something more important hanging in the air.

"No, I have already been hurt by those bastards. You know, I don't care what I signed or how much money they paid me to forget. I don't. And I'm not just going to stick my head in the sand and let it happen to somebody else because I am scared. Which I am, a lot."

"And if you could see her face, you'd know she means it." Foggy sides with Karen, noticing the expression on your face turn more sour with each word that gets released into this small space.

"Wait wait wait." You finally interrupt them, "put the whole Christianity thing you've got going on here on hold," gesturing with your hands in the air, "You two were attacked by someone last night?"

"Yes, as I was telling, Karen was kickin-" Foggy starts, when one hand movement from you shuts him up.

"Yes or no?" You ask, eyes burning holes through Karen's skull make her understand that you want her to answer.

"Yes, but-"

"What the hell were doing in the hospital?" Karen opens her mouth to answer, while you add, bitterly, "after visiting hours, am I correct?"

"Well, yes. I... went to visit Elena."

"For what?" You continue your interrogation, Matt and Foggy not even daring to take a louder breath.

"I wanted to ask her about these men who visited her apartment before the explosion."

"Why for fuck's sake?" You voice gets an octave higher, sending shivers down everyone's spines.

"Because..." Karen doesn't finish, before you erupt into a monologue.

"Because you wanted to fuck up this case for us? Why are you putting your nose in other people's business? I mean yeah, go talk to her all you want during the day, I don't give a shit, but sneaking," you put emphasis onto the last word, "I presume, into a hospital after hours and talking about a case that legally doesn't involve you anymore, it's..." You wave your hands around again, looking for next words, and they don't take long to come, "you're not a goddamn lawyer, stop acting like one for God's sake. And stop interfering with my fucking case!" You stand up abruptly, dropping the pen on your table with so much force that it bounces off of it and rolls onto the ground. You look around at your coworkers and seeing their quite shocked faces, leave the office, closing the main door with a loud bang.

"What was THAT about?" Foggy dares to break the silence, looking at the pen on the ground.

"I'm sure she didn't mean it, Karen, don't overthink it." Matt says apologetically, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation for this kind of behavior. "Right, who else is involved? Who's helping you break whatever it is you think you're gonna find out?"

"Ben Urich, from the Bulletin." Karen answers, voice quieter than before.

"The one who wrote the Union Allied piece?" Matt asks.

"Karen's been working with him. He seems like a good guy." Foggy adds, voice also quieter, as if afraid that you might return and curse him with every curse word in existence.

"Yeah, everybody does, until they aren't." Matt answers, subtly listening to you trying to light up your cigarette on the rooftop of the office building.

"No, I trust Ben as much as I do you or Foggy, Matt." Karen answers, leaving your name out of here for obvious reasons. "I know what I am doing. I am not some kid..."

"Then don't act like one. Both of you. I know you're just trying to do the right thing here, but we have to be smart about this." Matt says in a fatherly tone.

"We?"

"First rule, no more skulking around, asking to get hurt. We do this, it's gonna be on our turf. The legal system." Matt explains, somewhat agreeing with your burst, because deep down, you were right.

Karen scoffs, "That's not nearly as heroic as you might think."

"I don't want anyone to be a hero, Karen. I want you to be safe. And I want to protect this firm and everything we're trying to build here.We know the law. We'll use it to our advantage. Agreed?"

"I guess."

***

Matt doesn't dare going out to hunt you, since it would be suspicious as to how a blind man can find his way onto the rooftop. Instead, he listens to Foggy, slightly out of breath from climbing all these stairs to the top, opening the heavy metal door.

You hear the movement behind you, but don't even bother turning to check who it is.

"Hey." Foggy says, leaning on the ledge wall and looking at you.

You glance at him, then at your watch, noticing that only thirty minutes have passed since your departure, and continue looking straight ahead at the city, a cigarette burning brighter in the mild wind. Your hair flows around your face and you don't even bother tucking them behind your ears anymore.

"You're not gonna burn your hair?" Foggy tries to break the silence, spotting three cigarette butts lined up next to your elbow.

"Don't worry about that."

"Wanna talk?"

You look at him briefly before answering. "No."

"What happened there? I mean, I've never seen you like this, not even when we were opponents in courtroom."

You furrow your eyebrows, the look in your eyes scaring Foggy as much as it did back during your outburst. "I just.." You sigh, "don't like others in my business."

"Karen was trying to help and so was I."

"I know but it just pisses me off when people do shit behind my back. I mean sneaking into the hospital and getting attacked? How would I get you out of jail if you were caught by someone? You ever thought about that?" You say and riled up, continue your rant, "Risking all this for what? Why did Elena not say anything about this whole thing today, huh? She asked her?" Your voice gets higher again, and Foggy fears that you might truly curse him in every language any minute now.

"I think so, but don't take this to heart, y/n."

"I promised to myself that I will get on Tully's ass and get justice myself, well now with Matt, but I'm working on this fucking case with him, that's different." I don't like you and especially Karen snooping around where you're not supposed to, and especially in my case."

"Y/n, we're a team here, please listen to yourself." Foggy tries to calm you down, but you look him dead in the eye.

"She's not a real lawyer for fuck's sake, maybe she should stop acting like one and just because she has that innocent pretty blond girl thing literally printed on her face, it doesn't give her a right to do whatever the fuck she wants!" You start pacing around, pulling out another cigarette and trying to light it up with the wind still blowing in your face.

"Hey, maybe you should go easy on the nicotine."

You pinch the bridge of your nose to collect yourself. "It was a mistake letting you go to Elena's house."

"Why?"

"Because you two almost got killed. TWICE."

"Y/n-"

"Just forget about this. All of this." You try to light up the cigarette again, but end up throwing the lighter on the ground with less force than you threw the pen. "Fucking cheap lighters."

"I guess you wouldn't like to hear what we've managed to find." Foggy says mysteriously as you near the metal door to the stairway.

***

"Confed Global? You're sure?" Your voice gets louder towards the office and you barge inside without sparing Karen a look and head straight to your table.

"Karen, could you bring the list of the subsidiaries you were able to track down through their check?" Foggy asks, watching your wide eyes quickly roam through all the new papers.

"Westmeyer-Holt Contracting is on the list." Matt says, "There are half a dozen complaints against them for doing the same thing they did at Elena's tenement."

"Confed Global's trying to force renters out of tenements?" You ask.

"What about Elena's landlord? That Tully guy? I mean, he's gotta know something about this."

"See if I can track him down." Foggy says, waiting for some kind of reaction from you, yet receiving none.

"Oh, my God. The New York Bulletin online just reported that that cop that got shot, he just regained consciousness." Karen reads loudly from the hallway.

"Detective Blake?" Matt asks, suddenly very interested in this new information.

"Yeah."

"Guy's a real dick. Still, he didn't deserve a bullet from that masked douchebag."

"Okay. Nobody knows what really happened out there." Karen protests, while you grab your phone and disappear in Foggy's empty office.

"Hello, gorgeous." Wesley answers, putting a stack of papers on the dashboard of the black SUV.

"I need you to be honest with your next words." You say immediately without even greeting him.

"What happened, y/n? Is everything okay?"

"Was Confed Global involved with those explosions?"

"What? What are you talking about?"

"Westmeyer-Holt Contracting. The repair company? It's linked to Confed Global. And everything is naturally linked with my client's landlord. Don't try to lie because I will personally go to your workplace and demand for all the legal documents."

Wesley's eyes widen at the change of events, he looks around the parking lot helplessly. "I don't really know what to say, really, I'm just a simple worker, I don't get access to a lot of documents, I'm sorry, y/n."

"Westmeyer-Holt Contracting. Have you seen anything like that?" You repeat slowly, feeling overwhelmed by the amount of new information.

"I guess. Y/n, I'm not sure, seriously. Sorry, but I have to go now." He hangs up before you can stop him and you grunt loudly, refraining yourself from breaking another thing today. Matt clears his throat to himself, feeling his mouth suddenly become dry after hearing your conversation with Wesley.

***

Karen left the office first, saying she needed to do some grocery shopping for Mrs Cardenas as they're letting her go home today. To what was left of her home. You managed to mutter 'sorry for today' to her on her way out and received a small nod in return. You weren't expecting to continue on good terms after that, yet you didn't want the tension to keep hanging in the air just for the sake of the whole company.

Foggy left too, hurrying to talk about this crazy afternoon with Marci and only you and Matt were left in the office after work hours, not sure of what exactly you were still trying to find.

"I just can't take this anymore." You finally drop your papers and your reading glasses and go into the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water.

Matt silently follows you inside, standing in the doorway. "You're alright?" He asks softly, hearing the glass slightly shake in your hand.

"You know it's a stupid question."

"Doesn't mean that it's not an important one."

You scoff to yourself loudly. "If you decide to fire me, I'll understand." You simply say, feeling a lump forming in the middle of your throat.

"What? I won't do that." Matt takes a step forward and stands almost next to you.

"Then you're seriously f-ed in here." You put a finger to his head but he quickly catches your wrist in the air, holding it softly.

"Maybe we all are." He says, hand sliding up to your shoulder and burning your skin even through the thick material of your jacket, and a second later you find your chin resting on Matt's right shoulder, his arms finding their way on your back and tightly holding you in place. You needed that. Matt needed that.

His hands loosen up a bit but he doesn't hurry to step away just yet and you don't spare him another look before your lips find his and your hands quickly land on his cheeks, squeezing them firmly.

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