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wandasaura · 2 months

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LOVE IS A RUTHLESS GAME

summary — it’s been months since natasha’s submitted to her wife, but that’s about to change. you’re lucky enough to watch the entire scene unfold

warning(s) — established relationship, married wandanat, the chaotic duo of lucky and fanny, sub!nat, sub!reader, face slapping, pussy slapping, edging, cockwarming, face sitting, nipple stimulation, degradation, praise, dildo riding, dom/sub dynamics, teasing, begging, delayed orgasm, orgasm control, mentions of exhibitionism, oral, bondage, finger sucking, cum eating, threesome, aftercare, men/minors dni

authors note — we’re not even going to address the fact that this was meant to be an entirely separate fic and that now i have to write a part two because it got too long to add any more. this is literal filth, but there are some cute/goofy moments + mean wanda

♥️⊹ ˚ . 18+, men/minors dni ⁺ 𓈒 ꒰💌꒱ ♡ ･ mommy maximoff ✧

It was bound to be a great day when Natasha got a phone call from Yelena asking if she could watch Fanny and Lucky for a couple of hours; some work conflict having come up on short notice and Kate was already out of town. Those couple of hours had turned into an overnight arrangement rather quickly, but you were just happy that Natasha agreed to keep both dogs for the night and hadn’t sent the excitable pups back through the door they came in at when Yelena dropped the bombshell.

Wanda was less than pleased to have not one but two dogs running around her perfectly kept house, and had turned her glare on Natasha multiple times because of it. It turns out that Kate and Yelena let the pups run wild, furniture wasn’t off limits and wiping their paws at the door was entirely foreign. You had looked at Wanda in sheer amusement when she’d tried to get the two tail-wagging pups to understand the concept of drying their paws before stepping onto her hardwood floors. They’d merely shook their coats and trotted past her, muddy paw prints adorning the couch seconds later. It was safe to say that Natasha was beyond the point of simply being in trouble with the Sokovian. The Russian had been tiptoeing around for hours, her eyes filled with unbudgeable worry as she scouted each room for Wanda’s presence before even considering entering fully.

When Natasha appeared again, hair tied up in a bun and blue light glasses slipping down the slope of her nose, that same gleam of hesitance brimmed in her calculated green eyes. You were curled up on the couch, Fanny’s head on one thigh while Lucky’s head rested on the other. Your eyes were staring straight ahead at the television screen, an old movie you hadn’t seen in ages holding your attention, but the dogs had decided that giving Wanda grief since their arrival had officially tired them out. Lucky snored, you found out rather quickly. Fanny was quiet, but your heart ached when she whined every so often and the little paws folded beneath her shaggy belly twitched and jerked like she was trying to run. You didn’t know much about dogs, had never had much interest in having one of your own, but you could appreciate their warm comfort. The Sokovian that was being searched for had gone out back an hour ago, a book in her hands that was already half finished but rather lengthy. As she’d passed you on her way out, careful not to let the dogs out with her, she’d told you she wouldn’t mind an interruption if you wanted to join her, but Natasha had pointedly been left out of that invitation.

“Where’s your girlfriend?” Natasha asked cautiously, fixing the black framed glasses so they sat on the top of her head, no longer needing them for the work assignments she left behind in her office. There was never any shortage of work to be done, never any space between deadlines and start-ups, but the women found a balance easily, something you admired as more than just their girlfriend. They were never CEO’s first. They were wives, girlfriends, sisters, friends, people. Pursuing a career in computer science has shown you the harsher sides of corporate companies and the intricacies that running a successful business entails. You’d shaken hands with too many sour old men that devoted their lives to the office and were somehow surprised when their wives left them. Wanda and Natasha would never understand how easy they made it look, and how inspiring they are, being successful women in positions of power.

“My girlfriend, is she?” You quirked a single eyebrow, an expression you had more or less adopted as your own since the start of the summer. Seeing you wear an expression that Wanda practically owned never failed to make Natasha weak in the knees. “Getting a divorce that I don’t know about?”

“After tonight? We might be.” Although Natasha was merely teasing, playing into the game that you had set up, you frowned at the genuine concern in her simple words. Yelena had put her in between a rock and a hard place, even if it wasn’t entirely intentional. She had definitely left out the part about needing someone to watch the dogs overnight on purpose, but Wanda’s reaction to the news wasn’t her fault. Natasha always checked base with Wanda before she agreed to anything that involved more than just herself, Yelena had no reason to assume anything different of today, but in the chaos of receiving the phone call only minutes before a virtual conference, it had fallen away from Natasha’s mind until the doorbell rang.

You smiled sympathetically at Natasha, wanting to kiss the creased skin between her eyebrows until it was smooth and soft with ease, but you were effectively nap-trapped by the Golden Retriever and Akita who you didn’t really want waking up anytime soon. They’d finally calmed down, there was silence over the house again, and disturbing the peace felt like initiating a war. “Wanda will get over it.”

“Wanda hates dogs.” Natasha rolled her eyes like that was the most obvious answer ever, which it was, you knew extremely well how passionate Wanda was about not liking or wanting a dog, but she didn’t hate dogs enough to completely walk away from Natasha. You sighed, deciding that disturbing the nap the two pups were taking on you was less important than resolving the rising issue between your girlfriends.

Fanny yelped when you shrugged her head off of your thigh, but Lucky remained quiet and merely resettled into the cushions that were warm from where your weight had sat. You grabbed Natasha’s hand without any explanation, not that you needed one, but still she let you guide her through the house without questioning where you were leading her. Her expression grimmed when she spotted Wanda lounged beside the pool, a recently published law book in her hands that was nearly finished as she turned yet another page getting closer to the official end. You didn’t spare the time to admire how fast she read, merely slipped through the sliding glass door and dragged Natasha along with you.

The door was closed quickly, because although Lucky and Fanny were seemingly content on the couch for the time being, probably missing their Moms as the hours rolled by and the heavy sun became lighter with dusk, you didn’t fancy taking the risk of them wandering outside to find where you’d gone.

Wanda peered over the edge of her book, sunglasses that were no longer needed now that the unforgiving sunlight had become crisp with wisps of orange, perched on the top of her head in the same fashion as Natasha’s. They were eerily similar, always so in tune with the other even when the tide got choppy. There was no question about how or why they worked so well together, they just did.

“Please tell your wife that you’re not going to divorce her.” You deadpanned, not even sparing Natasha a glance as you firmly addressed Wanda, who raised both eyebrows in question at your demand. Wanda’s eyes, sparkling beneath the sun, looked between you and Natasha with something unreadable deep beneath them. “She’s being unreasonable. That’s my job.” You pushed further, sensing that Wanda’s silence was around for the long haul if you didn’t make the severity of the situation known. Natasha was uncharacteristically not herself in the moment, and you despised every second of it.

Wanda sighed, allowing her hands to relinquish the grip she had on her book. It fell onto her thighs that were warm from constant sunlight, the only shadow thrown over her illuminating body. “Natalia, don’t be dense.” She rolled her eyes, accent strong as the day she’d learned how to say her first sentence. The air was thin around the three of you, Natasha’s grip on your hand tight and unnerving. This was not the way Wanda addressed things, for a second you stopped to consider that maybe Natasha had a point to be so concerned, but that fell away when a whimper so soft it sounded like another tale that the wind tried to tell reached your ears.

Wanda wasn’t annoyed. No, that is absolutely not what was going on. You’d thought she was, had every reason to believe that she was, until a ghost of a smirk splayed across her lips tinted pink from how many strawberries she’d eaten beside the pool. Their dynamic had been only a whispered thing, soft stories and recounts of the nights where Natasha gave herself over to Wanda, but in the almost year that you’d been present in their home and in their lives, you’d never seen it play out. You had no reason to when you were merely around to be a release for Natasha, but now you were their girlfriends, and it dawned on you harsher than the unforgiving sun that it had been months since Natasha relinquished control. This wasn’t about her being paranoid, this was about her wanting to be reprimanded, wanting to let Wanda take over.

Wanda stood from the lounge chair, bowl of strawberries and her book the only things that said she was ever laid out at all. She was close enough to smell when her feet stopped carrying her forward, and you noted that she must’ve gotten a new perfume because there was something reminiscent of grapefruit lingering around her. You held your breath when Wanda’s palm connected with Natasha’s cheek, the slap sounding harsher than it was. You’d grown familiar with loud echoes after soft slaps, your ass had been discolored by them too many times. There was nothing that could’ve warned you about the harsh treatment, but Natasha didn’t waver behind you. Her knees didn’t fold like yours would have and her shoulders never shook like she feared the next hit. Slapping was a hard limit for you, but Natasha merely sighed at the contact of Wanda’s palm hitting cheek.

“It’s been a while since I’ve played with you, hasn’t it, kroshechnyy tantsor?” Wanda cooed, a glint of danger breaching her eyes. This was not how she handled you. You’d seen her be harsh, cruel even, but she looked downright mean as the sun glimmered against every inch of available skin that already held a lingering tan. Natasha was allured by the look in her wife’s eyes, and you noticed that she hadn’t yet spoken at your side.

“Is that what you want? You want me to play with you, milaya? Want our little duckling to know what a slut her Daddy is?” Wanda pressed further, edging Natasha right into a state that was only able to be categorized as submissive. You could hear the stories of their dynamic a million times a day, but nothing would have ever prepared you for the sight of it to be unfolding right in front of you; unfiltered and perfectly easy. “You can speak, milaya. Tell me what you want.”

“Please, Wanda.” There it was, the first utterance of Natasha’s gravely voice in the minutes that it had been since you dragged her outside. It was light, airy even, softer than a million seeds falling from the pappus of a dandelion.

“Detka,” Wanda looked toward you, her eyes so much softer than they had been as she peered into Natasha’s soul and dared her to push back. You hummed, inclining your head to the side in an expression that radiated innocence and submission. Even if she wasn’t playing with you, Wanda was still your dominant, you still felt she deserved to be shown respect as she floated nearer and nearer to one of her favorite headspaces. You adored every shade of green that lived within the Sokovian’s eyes, but there was something so captivating about the shade of Juniper that attempted to drown her pupils when she let herself hold all control. “I am not going to be soft with Natalia. You are welcome to join us in the bedroom, but if it gets too much for you, I expect you to leave. Do not stay because you think you’ll be able to handle it.”

Your brain was a mess of spiraling thoughts, wondering the state that Natasha would be left in when Wanda was through with her, and the extent of which they played at all. There were so many unanswered questions that you hadn’t been at liberty to ask before, but now you had every right to know what turned your girlfriends on, and there was no way you’d be missing out on whatever the scene had to offer. Despite the heavy gears turning in your head that were effectively dampening your panties, you managed to nod your head albeit hesitantly and jerkily. “Okay.” You breathed out, earning a smile from the Sokovian and a tight squeeze of your hand from the Russian. “Are you okay with me watching?” You turned the question on Natasha, assuming that considering Wanda was the one who had extended the invitation she wasn’t opposed to your presence in the room as she unraveled all the tight knots Natasha had been putting into place.

“Oh honey.” Wanda preened with an edge to her tone that had Natasha whining at your side, “Natalia is quite the fan of having an audience. My little slut thinks it’s quite the turn on to be the main attraction. Isn’t that right, shlyukha?”

Natasha nodded quickly, her eyes clouded with lust and desperation that wasn’t unusual, but had never been so translucent. You wondered if you looked the same when Wanda had you beneath her thumb, pliant and eager to be ruined, but now was not the time for daydreams about your own submissive nature.

“Oh.” A whispered response fell off of your tongue as your cheeks became hot with the presence of a blush that was a result of anything but embarrassment. Your stomach tightened at the information, imagining what scenarios had led to that discovery and how intensely they’d played into it. Natasha was not shy. She had no reason to be with her perfectly smooth and silky skin and tits that could win awards if there was ever such a competition to judge. She was breathtaking, you knew it and she knew it, but you’d never expected to hear that she was into exhibition. A sense of pride flooded your system when you could pinpoint the appropriate term on the tip of your tongue, Wanda’s mini lectures paying off.

“Mmm.” Wanda hummed, a smirk on her lips that didn’t quite reach her eyes as she practically undressed Natasha. The woman was barely upright anymore, her knees weak as she readjusted her stance time and time again, and you weren’t oblivious to the way her thighs pressed together trying to relieve the ache in her core. If Wanda noticed, which she did, nothing was said about the vain attempts. “Detka, be a dear and help Natalia into the bedroom will you? I want her in a single-column tie before I get up there.”

Natasha groaned beside you, her head as heavy as a ragdolls as it lulled back and faced the dwindling sunshine like a lonely sunflower would. The train of spiraling thoughts that had been running circles around your brain came to a halting stop at the request, a tinge of pink rising across your neck as you fumbled with your intertwined fingers, not even remember when you had dropped Natasha’s hand, or maybe she had been the one to drop yours, “I don’t– What is that?”

Wanda, patient as always, merely smiled and inclined her head toward Natasha, an expectant hardness lingering within her sage stare that was darkening by the minute in tune with the depleting sunlight across the sky. It wasn’t cold by any means, still in the warmer months of summertime, but the air around you felt frigid either way. The only thing that could bring warmth back to your body was the touch of your girlfriends. “Natalia will show you. Won’t you, malen'kaya shlyushka. You’ll show our duckling how you like to be restrained to the headboard?”

“Yebat.” Natasha whimpered, her eyes flickering toward you, filled with desperate longing that didn’t seem to be Wanda’s main concern at the moment. You gnawed at your bottom lip, your eyes hooded and dark, twinged with lust that was steadily growing. “Yes.” Natasha exhaled, eyes flickering back up to meet Wanda’s when the lawyer shifted her stance and inclined her head expectantly.

“Good girl.” Wanda’s praise was curt and dismissive, not filled with warmth and satisfaction that you had grown so used to in recent months. You found yourself frowning, because even if the praise hadn’t been intended for you, you still hung onto her every word. Wanda, ever observant, didn’t fight the fond expression that slipped across her features as she turned her sharp gaze to you. “You’re a good girl too, moya utenok. Now go help Natalia. I’ll make sure the ties are okay, Natty won’t get hurt. I just want you to try your best. Okay?” Despite not recognizing the anxiousness that settled in your belly amidst the desperation that brewed simultaneously, the proposition of being the one to restrain Natasha had worried you, but your shoulders relaxed at Wanda’s assurance that your attempt wouldn’t be the final verdict if she found anything less than perfect with the knots you bound her wife with. You nodded, a whispered response filling the air that separated your body from the Sokovians.

Natasha grabbed your hand, whether it was to steady herself or to ground you, you weren’t entirely sure, but you laced your fingers together and set your course back toward the house where Fanny and Lucky were waiting at the sliding glass door. You’d forgotten about the four legged pups since coming outside, but their hot panting that dirtied the glass implied that they hadn’t forgotten about you. You didn’t try to keep them inside as you slipped in, figuring that keeping them away from the breakable indoors while the three of you were otherwise occupied was the best plan of action if you were going to save Wanda a heart attack.

“Natalia!” Wanda’s voice was precisely projected as it reached both yours and Natasha’s ears, the thickness of her accent wearing slightly as she forced the words through her diaphragm carefully. It was still a wonder how many years the lawyer had spent in the United States, but it had been enough to ease the traces of home out of her tone naturally. “YA khochu, chtoby utenok byl na rozovom remeshke, kogda ya priyedu tuda.”

Natasha’s breath stuttered in her chest, and though you were picking up on the simple terms of endearment that they uttered to you routinely, you understood nothing of the sentence that had been just loud enough to settle through the space you occupied. Natasha did however, and when she closed the sliding glass door and guided you deeper into the house, she whispered shortly against the shell of your ear, “Wanda’s trying to kill you.”

You paled slightly at the confirmation that whatever Wanda had requested, had been in regards to you. Unable to predict what the lawyer could have wanted, you didn’t think to ask, not wanting any distractions that would interfere with the ropes you were instructed to bind. The bedroom was saturated in darkness when you entered through the door, curtains drawn and lights switched off. The only sounds that suggested the room was occupied came from yours and Natasha’s footsteps, but even they were softer than usual. The energy that Wanda possessed had taken its toll, and both of your bodies were eager for sensations that only the Sokovian had the authority to grant.

Natasha reached for the light switch, drenching the room with artificial brightness that tore shades of cream from the pillowcases adorning the bed. Traces of you lingered across every expanse of space, the room no longer just theirs but yours. Yours to share gentle kisses concealed by darkness in. Yours to sing and dance in when rain pelted the widows and work had been forgotten. Yours to share these intimate moments. Yours. Just yours.

Natasha tilted her head toward the closet, a space you had grown familiar with for more than just the necessity of needing an outfit in the morning. Your hands reached for the black case that you knew held instruments and toys for a scene like this, but you were stopped before your fingers could ghost against the smooth material. Instead, the Russian reached toward a shelf above the racks of suits and dresses, grabbing a red leather briefcase bound securely by a silver combination lock. Natasha placed it on one of the lesser occupied shelves, her fingers working at the black engraved digits with a practiced ease.

Despite the submission that you had seen from Natasha minutes prior, she looked down at you with dominance that was familiar and welcomed. Her voice was stern as she spoke to you quietly, not even sparing a glance at the lock that she continued to work open. “We don’t want you in this case unless we tell you. What’s in here is not for you to be playing around with. The combination is our birthdays, I trust that you won’t go snooping around where you don’t belong without permission.”

“Okay.” You whispered a response, finding that you were practically incapable of speaking at any other volume, entirely consumed with the weight of their presence and not wanting to disturb it. “Natty?” You peered up at your dominant, knowing that tonight was about her but unable to clear the lingering bliss in your head as you looked at her with nothing but sheer admiration.

“Yes, dorogaya?” Natasha smiled at you softly, her hand reaching to cup your cheek though the tips of her fingers were chilled slightly from the metal she’d been grasping at. You didn’t shy away, leaning into her touch as she let herself be consumed with only you, not the promise of being tied to the bed and fucked into oblivion. “You still okay with watching? Neither of us are going to be upset if you need to leave. Wanda and I don’t have the same rules as we do with you.”

You shook your head adamantly, wanting her to understand that their hot and heavy dynamic was not the cause of your soft question. “I’m okay. Just wanted to say I love you.”

Natasha smiled, kissing you softly in the dimly lit closet. The only light that penetrated the space came from the bedroom, but you didn’t need additional light to see the affection in her eyes. “I love you too.” She murmured against your lips, but as quickly as your sacred moment had come, it fell away and your attention was on the case that Natasha pulled open with eager fingers.

The case, although small, held toys and items that made your eyes bulge and your belly quiver. A collection of knives wrapped pristinely in thick black leather occupied a small fraction of the briefcase, beside it three half melted candles with wicks the color of coal. A pink dildo with a suction cup attachment at the base caught your attention, wondering why it had been displaced from the rest of the dildo’s and strap-ons that the slavic women owned. You didn’t recognize anything else in the case; a bundle of rope that you assumed would be used to restrain Natasha, multiple thin link chain attachments, and an instrument that almost resembled a pizza cutter but the blade was prickled with sharp nubs that looked rather dull. Your eyes searched for Natasha’s, but she was busy rummaging through the case for something unspoken about. Your breathing shuddered when she collected a small bottle of lube in her hands, passing it over to you with a wink.

She grabbed the dildo and the rope next, closing the case just as quickly as she had opened it although the seconds it took her to find the objects she wanted felt like agonizing minutes. Her eyes, submissive and hazy, found yours in the dimly light brightness of the closer, a soft incline of her head pointing in the direction of the bedroom. “Come on.” You nodded jerkily, following her back into the master bedroom where Wanda’s presence still lacked to be.

Natasha didn’t head for the bed like you’d been expecting, she headed for the single chair in the corner of the room that had never seen an ounce of attention from the women who preferred to hang around in the living room where sunlight bled in at every angle. You gasped when she stuck the dildo to the seat of the chair, almost a grimace in her face when she turned to look back at you. Although she proceeded to explain what Wanda expected of you, there was no need for an explanation. The bottle of lube in your hands wasn’t for her, it was for you. Another rush of excitement sparked in your belly like connecting live wires, and you barely concealed your whine when Natasha began to strip out of her clothes, leaving them in pristine piles on the nightstand. The lace panties were the last to leave her body, deep red and thin as they slipped down her legs and pooled at her feet with glistening wetness visible across the center. You swallowed thickly, eyes caught on the sight of her core that, although mostly concealed by thighs that you wanted around your head, glimmered distinctly beneath the overhead light.

Your eyes trailed upward, drinking in the sight of her tensing abs that had only been so prominent last summer; the summer you arranged to be her submissive. Natasha found it easier to work out in the summer, when the weather was inviting and the workload lulled. Her hours spent in the home gym hadn’t been in vain, and the ripples in her muscles held your attention for longer then they should have. You didn’t want to pull your eyes away from her chest, where the sienna color of her breasts became rosy at her nipples that were pebbled and eager for stimulation. Another shuddering breath slipped into the space, but as easily as you’d lost your composure Natasaha was strapping you back into it and handing you the rope.

She laid starfish on the bed, her swollen and glistening core fully in sight as her thighs spread to allow access to whoever pleased to touch her first. Wanda had said nothing about binding her legs, and the almost silky rose in your hands wouldn’t reach to tether them down. Natasha, head thrown back against the pillows and red curls spilling across them, looked at you expectantly with intense green eyes. Never had this much control been placed on your shoulders, but you wouldn’t disappoint either one of them. Your thighs straddled Natasha’s waist, your chest falling in front of her face as she raised her arms and instructed you through the process of restraining her the way both she and Wanda liked. A whimper fell from your lips when Natasha leaned forward to mouth at your nipple through the thin t-shirt you wore, her hips grinding upwards and forcing sensations of pleasure through your core. You faltered on top of her, panting for breath as you tried to keep your attention on the ties you were making across her wrists, though it proved difficult when her teeth settled firmly around your nipple and tugged.

“N-Nat.” You whined, hips rocking with their own intention as you dropped your hands to the pillows and let yourself enjoy a single moment of the pleasure she was provoking. Your clit throbbed, your panties are drenched and clinging to your core. You were certain that if Wanda chose this moment to come up the stairs, the sight of you would be painfully erotic. Natasha fully naked, you fully clothed, hips grinding and thrusting and broken moans of pleasure echoing off otherwise silent walls. She could destroy you even beneath you and partially immobile, you were no longer blind to that fact. “S-Stop.” As much as you didn’t want her to, you weren’t sent upstairs to give pleasure and earn pleasure, and the thought of Wanda having a reason to punish the both of you was not a fire you wanted to start at the moment.

Natasha did stop, but she hummed in disappointment as her head fell back against the pillows, framed by your wrists and hands that still braced the majority of your weight. The knots around her wrists were as good as you would be able to get them without any further instruction, but you had no idea if they were good enough for Wanda’s standards. You didn’t have the opportunity to dwell on the potential failure, able to hear the door sliding against the track and the softness of Wanda’s voice as she told Fanny and Lucky to stay.

“Do they feel okay?” You checked in softly, peering down between your arms to assure that her face gave no indication of discomfort. The Russian didn’t respond, instead pulling at her arms and humming something that was inaudible with her teeth grinded together and lips pursed tight. “Nat, I need you to tell me if they feel okay.” There was panic in your voice that pulled Natasha back into the moment, eyes searching yours before she realized that the soft sounds Wanda made as her feet braced the hardwood were growing closer and closer. Her footsteps weren’t yet on the stairs that led to the room you occupied, but close enough to remind you both of how you weren’t in the positions she’d requested.

“They’re perfect, detka.” Natasha smiled encouragingly, bucking her hips beneath you once more, though this time the action was a reminder to shuffle off of her and settle yourself on the fuschia toy that was admittedly an eyesore within the neutral toned room. Your clothes came off in sloppy movements, not folded neatly like Natasha’s as they piled onto the floor and became wrinkled. The bottle of lube was unneeded with the thick ropes of arousal that clung to your inner thighs, a whine ripping from the back of your throat as you eased yourself onto the toy but forced your hips to remain still, not having Wanda’s permission to ride it just yet. You felt exceedingly full, each groove amongst the shaft pushing against the sensitive interior of your tight channel. Your eyes fluttered closed when you sucked in a breath, jostling your body just enough to earn a sweet sensation of pleasure within your velvet walls. Your eyes had been closed when Wanda entered, but they snapped open at the sound of Natasha mewling on the bed.

When your eyes found the Sokovian, she was leaning overtop of Natasha, both knees digging into the mattress beneath her though it barely sunk with her additional weight. Her fingers were adored with glimmering rings like they always were, though now they threaded into the intricate knots you had made with the beige colored rope and pulled tightly. She hummed her satisfaction when she found nothing wrong with the structure of the ties, juniper eyes searching for yours as she smiled proudly.

“Good job, little duckling.” She praised sweetly, though the words dripped with danger as she possessed that same glint of passion in her eyes that had appeared beneath the sunset. “I didn’t know my sweet girl would be so skilled at tying her Daddy up.” Your core pulsed around the toy in your core, wetness seeping into the smooth faux leather beneath you. A whimper fell off your lips before you could keep it in, and Wanda’s lips twinged into a smile of fake sympathy. “I bet that pussy’s so full, malyshka. Why don’t you tell Natalia how good you feel, this poor little pussys aching for the same treatment. Isn’t that right, slut?” You gaped at the resounding slap that echoed off Wanda’s palm as she let her hand fall across the Russian’s hot cunt, wetness glistening beneath the light as the Sokovian pulled her hand back to inspect, toying with the arousal that remained on the expanse of her tinted pink skin. “So wet. Did you enjoy having your little girl tie you up, Natalia?”

Natasha moaned desperately, her hips chasing after Wanda’s hand that wasn’t willing to repeat the former action. Her head bobbed against the pillows, curls becoming frizzy and wild from the frantic nod that became the only answer she provided. Wanda, seemingly satisfied with Natasha’s chosen silence, turned her gaze back to you, the demand to share your experience heavy in the silence.

Your cheeks, pink and flush, became hotter at the premise of vocalizing the sensations that were admittedly dull with lack of any major movement. “You’ll learn very quickly that I do not ask twice, milaya. Use your words before you earn the same rules as Natalia.” You didn’t know Natasha’s rules, they’d never been discussed, but her silence was enough to guess that she wasn’t allowed to speak without permission.

“It feels g-good. I feel so full, N-Nat.” You cried out, hips twitching for movement that you wouldn’t allow. However short your explanation was, Wanda seemed pleased as she turned her attention to Natasha, who up until this point, had received the bare minimum.

Wanda’s fingers sought out Natasha’s nipples, and although yours remained untouched and entirely fine, you winced at the force behind her synchronous tugs. Natasha’s back arched off the bed and into Wanda’s hands, either an attempt to seek more or to lessen the sting entirely. The wanton moans that fell past her lips like a symphony were indicative of the pleasure the action had provided, and although her legs weren’t bound, you didn’t miss the twitch of her muscles as she strained to remain still.

Your core pleaded for more, walls fluttering around the intrusion of the toy that you hadn’t quite gotten used to yet. The stretch felt intimidating, and so eagerly you wanted to bring your hips upward only to sink back down and accept the presence again. Your nails dug into the arms of the chair, knuckles white from the strength of your grip. Across the room, Wanda was tongue deep in Natasha’s mouth, the only sounds that existed around them being the wet smacks of lips losing suction and gasped breaths. Natasha, with her hands bound, fought against the restraints trying to reach out and touch Wanda, but her efforts failed each time she pulled, the knots unwilling to loosen enough for her hands to slip through. Wanda pulled away with a pleased hum, her fingers back at Natasha’s nipples as she twisted them harshly in tune with the other.

“Please.” Natasha cried out, writhing on the bed as her legs closed tightly, slick thighs rubbing together in an attempt to bring even an ounce of pleasure over her desperate body. Wanda wasn’t pleased by her efforts, hearing the slap land on Natasha’s cheek before you could process seeing it. Wanda was quick, efficient and cruel, but Natasha wasn’t backing down. The lawyer wriggled and thrashed on the bed, a symphony of Russian falling off her tongue as she kept her eyes wide and on Wanda.

“Do not make me remind you of the rules, Natalia.” Wanda growled lowly, her voice thick with traces of an accent that suited her well, but only worsened your fate as you tried not to let your restraint crumble, wanting desperately to be good for her. You whined on the chair in the corner of the room, unable to stop yourself as you watched Wanda strike Natasha a third time, the Russian a moaning mess beneath the Sokovian as her cheek took on the faintest handprint of pink. “Is there something you need, moya utenok?”

“C-Can I– Please–” Your desperation had finally won over, and even without Wanda’s permission your hips grinded and thrashed against the leather beneath your thighs, guiding the dildo into that perfectly spongy part of your walls with ease. The sounds of your arousal were embarrassingly loud in the otherwise quiet room, and you could feel Natasha’s eyes on you as she laid stiff and still beneath Wanda. “Please?”

Wanda hummed thoughtfully, but when she spoke, your blood ran cold with dread and shame. “It seems neither of you need my permission anymore.” She gave you a pointed glare, and your hips stuttered to a stop, no longer searching for pleasure as you shrunk beneath her glare. “Is that what you’d like, moya utenok? For Mommy to let you do whatever you please?”

Frantically you shook your head, eyes wide and brimming with tears that had no reason to fall but gathered against your waterline anyway. You hated the mere idea of that ever happening, and you were in no mood to test the truth behind her implication. “No! No Mommy!” You pleaded with her, aware of how pitiful and distressed you sounded as your cries shattered the silence. Natasha, though still beneath the fog that had gathered at the forefront of her mind in the face of Wanda’s brutal ministrations, nudged her knee upward, shaking her head at Wanda when the attention fell back down to her.

When Wanda’s eyes returned to you, they were softer, greener, filled with a gentle affection that had been impossible to find second earlier. “Do you want to ride the dildo, moya lyubov’?” Her voice was softer, kinder, taking on the tone she’d always devoted to you alone. It was a complete turn around from how she’d been addressing Natasha, but the presence of her accent hadn’t wavered.

“Please Mommy!” You cried out, unsure of how many minutes you’d been impaled by the thick toy, but enough for the sun to have completely settled beneath the moon and taken its warmth with it. The window was open beyond the pulled curtains, a lingering breeze sweeping past your naked skin before it fell short of the bed where Wanda and Natasha remained entangled. The Sokovian’s hands were braced on the Russian’s abdomen, thighs around her waist squeezing tightly and restricting movement.

“Go ahead, dorogaya. Let me hear those pretty sounds whilst I see how many edges my little slut can handle before she’s begging for mercy.” Wanda smiled eerily sweetly, casting her eyes back down to Natasha who was flush with arousal and the beginning of a grimace. “How many was it last time, hm? Ten?”

“Eleven.” Natasha corrected, her eyes wide and pleading as she maintained eye contact with Wanda, her fingers twitching as she remained bound to the headboard that you’d thought was going to snap with the might of her struggles. “Wands, I want–”

“I don’t care what you want, Natalia.” Wanda quipped before the rest of the sentence could ever exist outside of Natasha’s scrambled thoughts. The Russian nodded frantically, swallowing thickly in complete submission but even her reclaimed silence wasn’t enough to satisfy Wanda who pinched the skin of her thigh until she winced and moaned needily, entirely unmade and pliant to be shaped into something new; something a little bit like you. “What do I keep you around for?”

“To please you.” Natasha’s voice was breathy and soft, the willingness to fight that had begun to swarm within her eyes that tinted a shade similar to evergreen entirely dismantled, replaced by a desire to submit without hesitance.

“Dumb little sluts do not get to decide how I take my pleasure. Do not make me regret not gagging you.” Wanda scolded, and Natasha was eager to nod her head in understanding, whimpering into the near-silent room when her obedience was rewarded with a single finger circling her pebbled nipple.

Your hips grinded against the dildo buried deep within your pussy, guiding it across your slick walls near perfectly each time. Wanda’s eyes were transfixed on Natasha, but every few minutes she glanced back at you, and when she did, you could only whimper. In the minutes that it had taken to accomplish such a satisfying pace, Wanda had eased her mouth down to the spot where Natasha needed her most, tongue not daring to be kind as it circled and flicked at the throbbing bundle of nerves that had pleaded for attention since the start. Shattering moans and whispered pleas fell off of Natasha’s tongue, but each time the Russian grew too close to the edge, Wanda pulled away and her hand slapped harshly against Natasha’s cunt.

At the seventh edge, you’d never seen Natasha so beside herself. Pear shaped tears fell down her perfectly rosy cheeks and dampened the pillow cases when they eventually dripped off her unblemished skin and landed silently against the cotton covers. Her wrists had grown red from the relentless writhing and pulling, but her attention was solely on Wanda who offered no break. Three fingers worked the Russian open and scissored her wide, never fully pulling out before they slammed back into her at a pace so brutal it would be no surprise if she felt the aftermath for days. Your own orgasm was drawing closer as you watched Natasha submit and Wanda claim, and each snap of your hips only further invited it along.

The eight edge had Natasha wailing, throwing her head back as her hips jerked upward and chased after Wanda. Like every time before, the Sokovian voiced no sympathy, and her hand came down heavy and punishing against the swollen skin that adorned ropes of arousal. Natasha yearned for more, her face begged for Wanda to repeat the simple action of slapping her cunt, but just like the seven times that had come before, her unspoken request was denied.

“So pretty when you cry for me. Moya khoroshen'kaya malen'kaya shlyukha. Is that what you are? My pretty little whore?” Wanda teased cynically, juniper no longer a shade amongst the blackness of her eyes entirely dilated by lust adorned pupils. She looked entirely ravenous with her hair tousled and chin glimmering with Natasha’s arousal.

“Y-Yes.” Natasha cried out desperately, her voice scratchy now as it reached your ears. Your hips continued to stutter against the dildo, but without permission to cum, you forced away the growing tension that pulled at every muscle in your belly and begged for relief.

“Let me hear you say it.” Wanda pushed further, the tips of her fingers tracing the softest shapes into the slickness across Natasha’s inner thighs.

There wasn’t an ounce of hesitation that crossed Natasha’s face before she was desperately crying out, “I’m your pretty little whore! P-Please Wanda! Please!”

“So fucking desperate.” Wanda tutted, a single finger sweeping through Natasha’s folds, though she pointedly avoided the Russian clit that throbbed for even an ounce of attention. Wanda was off the bed in seconds, coming straight at you with her glistening finger outstretched. You didn’t need to ask what she wanted, leaning forward to accept the arousal soaked digit into your mouth with eyes as wide as saucers the second she was close enough.

Wanda hummed, pleased with your desperation, a fond smile pulling at her lips. “Good girl, malyshka.” She groaned at the feeling of your tongue sucking her fingers clean, your tongue lapping across the expanse of her knuckles as she pressed against your tongue, not hard enough to force you to gag, but enough to make your brain fill with static pleasure. You jumped when hot breath tickled the sensitive skin of your neck, leaning into her despite your skin not yet touching. “I know you want to cum, sweet girl. You’ve been so good waiting for Mommy’s permission, I didn’t forget about you. You can cum whenever you want, but that’s it. You don’t need to keep up with Natalia.” Wanda whispered so softly against the shell of your ear you questioned if she was even real. The harshness that she had addressed you with before entirely dismantled. You leaned your forehead against her shoulder, panting as your hips hadn’t stilled on the toy saturated with your arousal. Although the dildo was suctioned to the chair, one of your hands forced it to remain at the perfect angle between your thighs, and each time you drove your hips against the toy, your clit caught on the knuckle of your thumb only spurring you further into a frenzied state as you chased the orgasm you were finally allowed to have.

Wanda’s touch was gone far too soon, but your eyes traced her steps as she retreated back to Natasha. The redhead was beside herself as she wiggled and squirmed, chest heaving breaths that weren’t quite full. Wanda didn’t hesitate to restart her efforts at working Natasha toward relief, though this time she was much less graceful. Her fingers provoked squelching sounds from the tight cunt they occupied, her arousal coated tongue flicked unforgivingly and quick. Natasha looked like the rawest depiction of beauty as she cried out and whined, desperate to tangle her fingers into Wanda’s hair but to no avail did she succeed.

It had taken you only minutes to reach a high that had your toes curling and your thighs trembling. Without the grip of either of your girlfriends steadying your hips as you came crashing through your orgasm, your body jerked and writhed for more and less simultaneously. A melodious whine fell off the tip of your tongue before it was overshadowed by a moan that had your lips vibrating at the reverberations. Every muscle in your body tensed before it became nothing but jelly, leaving you a heap of sweat and arousal on the chair suddenly feeling very naked and exposed before the rapidly cooling breeze that snuck in through the open window behind you. Natasha’s eyes were locked on you, her head turned toward the side as she took in the sight of your self-inflicted orgasm. In the year that you had been involved with the Russian, she’d never allowed such a thing. You’d nearly forgotten what it felt like to pleasure yourself in all the best ways, but that wasn’t really what happened anyways, you’d followed all of Wanda’s instructions, you’d waited for permission to fall over the edge, even without the touch of another, you’d never really been in control.

Your peace was shattered by a sharp and exceedingly needy while falling off of Natasha’s lips, her gaze snapping back toward where Wanda was perched between her thighs as another orasgam ended before it even started. You almost felt bad, almost. Although you weren’t even able to imagine the kind of torment that came with being edged in the same room as your girlfriend that had permission to cum whenever she wanted, Natasha wanted this. It was hard to feel sympathy for a woman who walked herself into a trap and had been the very one to close the door. A smile splayed across your lips when Wanda slapped her cunt, and you couldn’t help the giggle that came soon after when Natasha rattled off the long list of curses she knew in English. Your orgasm had brought a new sense of clarity over your once hazy mind, and now the actions that had seemed so cruel and ruthless, merely resembled affection and mutual trust. Natasha was a strong woman, but she was seemingly a slut in the same breath.

Wanda’s eyes met yours, glimmering with something sharp as a smirk replaced the permanent thin line that sat on her lips whenever Natasha was the focus of her attention. There was amusement clear in her eyes, something twisted lingering beneath the surface that you longed to know the reason for. “You find something funny, malyshka?”

Revived from the pliable state that you’d fallen beneath at the first instance of Wanda’s unfiltered dominance, your eyes lingering on Natasha’s face for barely a moment before you returned your gaze to Wanda and feigned perfect innocence. “Natty bit off more than she can chew.” You stated simply, aware of how you were betraying the woman that you yourself had bound to the bed, but more aware of the fact that Wanda seemed pleased with your admission.

“That she did.” Wanda hummed, her fingers toying with Natasha’s sopping entrance that begged for more, but she wasn’t willing to give in. “Come here, my little duckling.” Wanda inclined her head toward where she was perched between Natasha’s thighs, and although your legs felt like jelly beneath you, you didn’t hesitate to comply with the demand. Your breath stuttered when the dildo finally slipped out of your pussy, the veiny grooves rubbing against every hypersensitive inch of your walls. None of the other dildos had such prominent veins, and although it was admittedly one of the smaller toys you’d taken since beginning a relationship with Wanda especially, you felt painfully empty without it inside of you.

Your steps were wobbly and slow, reminiscent of Bambi if you remembered correctly, but Wanda was in no rush to have you at her side and so she waited with an encouraging smile on her arousal drenched lips. It was warmer beside the bed, that was the first thing you noticed when you’d finally reached where Wanda laid. The wind didn’t dip so far into the room that Natasha felt the chill cold, yet you wondered the response she’d have to being encased by the soft breeze. She was responsive as it is, a shift in temperature was certain to have her mewling for something that wasn’t allowed just yet.

“Since you find Natalia’s position so funny, detka, I want you to edge her while I ride her face.” Wanda smirked, and suddenly you weren’t finding Natasha’s position so funny anymore. Being allowed to eat either one of them out was the ultimate privilege, something you almost always had to beg for, but now it was being offered without bait, yet it came with a price that felt too steep to pay. Having to deny Natasha an orgasm sounded absolutely horrible. All you ever wanted to do was make her cum quickly and effectively. Wanda was aware of how eager you always seemed to be at the proposition of feeling either of their orgasms on your tongue, and either she’d forgotten that, or she didn’t care at all.

“But– Wanda!” You whined, desperately hoping that you’d change her mind, but you knew the reality of your situation; either you got on your knees and complied with her request, or she carried on doing it herself. No matter your decision, no matter if it was your tongue or hers, Natasha wasn’t seeing an orgasm until she’d surpassed her last record.

“Not so funny now is it, milaya?” Wanda grinned like the cheshire cat, and you properly felt like a scolded child beneath her wild stare. You shook your head adamantly at the question, a smile no longer ghosting across your bitten lips as you looked between her and Natasha’s pink and swollen cunt. It was properly abused, fucked out and dripping onto the sheets yet still begging for more of what she wasn’t yet allowed. “What’s your choice, utenok? My little sluts running out of patience.” Her word was true. Natasha looked ready to crumble at any minute, her eyes bouncing between you and Wanda with nothing but desperation in her heavy gaze.

“Do I have to edge her?” You whispered timidly, looking pleadingly up at the Sokovian. Wanda didn’t respond, merely quirked an expectant eyebrow down at you and shifted her position. You sighed, shoving her out of the way in a manner that was less than graceful, but thankfully it went unreprimanded.

“Good choice.” Wanda hummed, already standing beside the bed and stripping eagerly out of her clothes. Her skin was tinted with lingering traces of the sun, thin lines adorning her shoulders from where bathing suits had forbidden the kiss of daylight. She looked entirely ethereal as she shimmied out of her own black panties, letting them pool around her ankles for merely a moment before she kicked them away and took her place overtop of Natasha. Her thighs framed the Russian’s face, individual freckles adorning her shins and thighs begging to be kissed and fawned over, but no such thing would happen tonight. With a sharp request for Natasha to stick her tongue out, she sank herself lower and lower until her pussy made contact with the hot and ready muscle. “I’ll tell you what, moya lyubov’,” Wanda began, a cynical smirk on her lips as she grinded her hips against Natasha’s face, dampening the flush skin with her arousal. “if you can get Natalia close with only your fingers, I’ll allow her to cum when I do. If you can’t, we add four more edges.”

“B-But I want to taste her!” You cried out, looking at Wanda with wild eyes that begged her to fold, but she wouldn’t. This was the kindest she’d been all evening and yet it was still so painfully cruel.

“Well that’s a shame, sweetheart.” Wanda pouted, but her words were anything but sincere as she rocked against Natasha’s tongue and drug her clit against the textured surface, falling into bliss the longer she kept up with her ministrations.

You whined, settling on just using your fingers, not able to bring yourself to edge Natasha even further, or at all. Even if she was merely your girlfriend in this moment, all you ever wanted to do was cause pleasure, not be the one to take it away. Your fingers brushed through her folds gently, but Natasha still flinched away and tried to close her thighs. Your body between her legs forbade her from doing so, leaving her entrance easily accessible. You winced yourself, knowing that your fingers were frigid against her hot and worked up cunt, but you didn’t give her the chance to grow accustomed to the feeling. Wanda wasn’t slowing down, and you knew she’d be cruel enough to force you to stop if she were to cum before Natasha grew close. You set a brutal pace, not sparing pleasantries like you’d typically do. Your fingers curled against the softest spot of Natasha’s walls the way you knew she enjoyed, and you committed the sound of her squelching pussy to memory. You’d seen her wet before, you’d gotten her wet before, but you’d never taken the time to unravel her the way Wanda had. She was properly soaked, sheets drenched and darkened beneath her trembling thighs.

The pad of your thumb found her clit when her walls tightened around your fingers, rubbing skilled circles against the sensitive bud that begged for release you hoped you could provide in time. You didn’t offer praises, didn’t let encouragement slip into the silence filled by only Wanda’s moans as hers became muffled against the cunt riding her face. You were certain they’d fall on deaf ears at this point, entirely positive that Natasha was too far gone into Wanda to even hear you utter her name. Instead, you encouraged her with the pressure of your thumb against her clit and the punishing speed at which you pumped your fingers in and out of her cunt. You had her right on the edge, right at the point of coming apart completely, but Wanda wasn’t close. In your overzealous attempt to match the pace in which the Sokovian had set, you walked not only you, but Natasha into a trap.

“Stop.” Wanda demanded, and you had no choice but to comply, your fingers coming to a halting stop within Natasha’s cunt that was so desperate for something sweet. You whimpered at the feeling of Natasha’s velvety walls fluttering around your fingers, her clit throbbing beneath your thumb as her hips squirmed wildly on the bed. There was no way you’d be sleeping here tonight, not with Wanda’s insurance that you never sleep on sheets that aren’t perfectly clean. “I’ll give you another chance, moya lyubov’, do not let it go to waste again.” Your eyes snapped up to hers, unsure of whether it was yet another game she was playing, but when her head tilted the the side and her lips pursed, whether it was to hold back her own moans or to intimidate you, you weren’t entirely sure, you knew she wasn’t.

You nodded frantically, all attempts to get Natasha to the edge resuming, and it wasn’t a hard feat. The Russian was sensitive, so slick your fingers had almost slipped out, but she was already climbing that hill of pleasure again beneath your thumb and around your fingers. It took seconds, mere seconds to have her at that perfect place again, but unlike the last attempt, Wanda was right along with her. The Sokovian moaned as her head fell backward and her hips stuttered, Natasha’s binded hands unable to provide support like she otherwise would’ve. You didn’t wait for permission to fall from Wanda’s lips between her broken moans and breaths, tripling the efforts you’d already set in place to get Natasha thrown off that cliff and into bliss. Your tongue found her clit the second she toppled over, soothing the harsh sensations that you’d previously provided. You moaned at the first taste of her on your tongue, licking and sucking at every expanse of sensitive skin until she was writhing beneath you for an entirely separate reason.

Your fingers fell away from her cunt at the first indication of oversensitivity, but your tongue kept up its pace, licking her out until you were certain that not an ounce of arousal clung to her skin anymore. That wasn’t enough for you however, and your tongue lapped at the arousal that dampened her thighs, licking it away with eager swipes. At some point, Wanda had eased herself off of Natasha’s face and had begun to undo the binding around her wrists, but you hadn’t realized the Russian was free of her restraints until calloused hands gently reached for your face and pulled you up to see her eye to eye.

You looked absolutely ravaged with her arousal clinging to your chin and lips, and a blush across your cheeks from your own orgasm. Eagerly you crawled up onto the bed fully, only faintly aware of the ache in your knees and back from the position you’d been laid in as you unraveled her completely. You straddled her lap when she guided you into doing so, your arms twisting around her neck before you dug your face into her shoulder, hiding away from the light.

“What can I do for you?” You asked softly, voice muffled by her shoulder but she’d understood you perfectly, her hand coming up to stroke along the back of your head as she held you in place. You were vaguely aware of Wanda walking back into the closet, but you didn’t question what she was searching for, content to just be back in Natasha’s arms.

“Just let me hold you, malyshka. You did such a good job for us.” She praised you quietly, her voice scratchy and raw from the hours of screaming she’d done. You hadn’t realized how much time had slipped away since she’d guided you into the closet by your hand, but the clock on the nightstand hadn’t lied to you yet, and the illuminated numbers indicated that two hours had been devoted to breaking Natasha down.

“I should be telling you that.” You huffed, curing further into her body, desperate to encase yourself in her warmth. Natasha didn’t mind, letting you curl around her like a little koala as she held you sweetly in the center of the bed. “I never wanna edge you again.” You mumbled against her neck, turning your head so you were pressed directly against her, your soft breaths tickling the sensitive skin of her ear.

Natasha laughed at your admission, and a gentle finger guided your chin up so your eyes could meet fully and properly for the first time in hours. “You ever edge me again, your ass will be over my lap before you can even say your sorry.” There was no bite to her words, but you never wanted to find out if she was being serious, so you merely nodded quickly in response. “I know Wanda scared you earlier. She gets lost in her head sometimes, she didn’t mean it.” Natasha soothed, but you’d already figured that her words from hours ago weren’t honest. They’d assured you at least a hundred times that the only way you were ever getting away from them, is if it was your own carefully thought over decision.

“I know.” You whispered, leaning in to brush your lips against Natasha’s in a soft kiss. It was the softest touch she’d felt in hours, and eagerly she leaned into it, giggling at the taste of her own arousal when your tongue brushed against hers. “Ya tebya lyublyu.” You murmured against her, giggling when her lips curled into a grin and she peppered kisses across every inch of your face that she could reach in this position.

“Ya tozhe tabya lyublyu.” She mumbled back, her eyes dancing behind you when Wanda reappeared from the closet. You settled against Natasha’s chest, not wanting to leave her embrace anytime soon, and it didn’t feel like she wanted to let go either. Your eyes fell upon Wanda, who at some point, had thrown a t-shirt on and tied her hair back up into its once occupied messy bun. You made grabby hands at the woman, an action that you had recently learned she could never deny.

“Privet, moy sladkiy malysh.” Wanda smiled fondly, coming to join both you and Natasha in the mess of sheets. You hadn’t noticed the clothes in her hand before, but you watched as she sat two t-shirts down on the pillow cases that were still damp from Natasha’s tears, and a bottle of cooling lotion quickly joined the pile. She snuggled close against Natasha’s side, her fingers tangling into the Russian’s hair in the same soft and tender way you’d grown accustomed to. “What do you need, Natty?” She asked softly but received the same answer that you had, Natasha just wanting the both of you close for a while.

Wanda sighed softly, already beginning to detangle herself from Natasha’s arms. “Let me put lotion on your wrists, then I’ll give you both all the cuddles.”

Natasha groaned, her stubborn attitude already peaking through the surface level haze that twinkled within her eyes. “They don’t even hurt that bad, let me hold you.”

“You say that every time, and every time I listen to you, you make me get out of bed at three in the morning.” Wanda rolled her eyes, but affection was clear as day in her tone as she didn’t fight the smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. “Hug your duckling, she deserves some cuddles for being such a good girl.” Wanda winked at you, and you blushed beneath her smothered praise, hiding your face in Natasha’s chest much to both of their amusement.

“The best girl.” Natasha pressed a kiss into the top of your head, her lips lingering for longer than necessary, though you weren’t complaining. You settled against her chest, watching Wanda unscrew the cap on the lotion and squeeze a generous amount onto the palm of her hands. Tentatively, you reached your own hand out, wanting to help ease Natasha’s pain in any way possible. Wanda didn’t question your action, squeezing the tiniest pea sized dollop onto your fingers and instructing you to be soft, but make sure that it was all evenly applied.

Natasha gazed down at you with tender softness in her eyes as you gently took her wrist into your hands and rubbed in the lotion. She couldn’t help the tears that glimmered in her waterline as you eased yourself into her aftercare routine without hesitation, just another part of their life that you so easily integrated into. You beamed up at Wanda when you were done, giggling when the Sokovian kissed the tip of your nose and praised you softly.

It wasn’t until you heard Lucky bark through the open window that you remembered about the dogs that were still outside and probably hungry by now, the sun having faded into darkness hours ago. You looked between Wanda and Natasha, a crease in your brow as you asked, “Um, do we even have dog food?”

malen'kaya shlyushka – little slut

ya khochu, chtoby utenok byl na rozovom remeshke, kogda ya priyedu tuda. – i want the duckling on the pink strap by time i come in

privet, moy sladkiy malysh – hi, my sweet baby

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sanakiras · 5 months

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TREAT YOU BETTER

PAIRING — lee chan x fem!reader

WORD COUNT — 3.7k

SYNOPSIS — your boyfriend of five months has been treating you like hell, and one of your closest friends, lee chan, refuses to let it go on any longer, taking matters into his own hands.

TAGS — college au, best friends to lovers, cheating, explicit sexual content, mutual pining, mentions of reader struggling with low self-esteem, cheesy stuff, yes i did come up with this after accidentally listening to treat you better by shawn mendes, this didn’t turn out as good i hoped it would but oh well!

NOTE — first fic here. he looks so good in the wait m/v so i wanted to write something for him :D my beloved

the slam of the door behind you rings through your ears. you try to wipe your cheeks dry, hoping you don’t look like the tearful mess you are.

your voice feels raw from yelling for the past hour or so. it’s been going like this for the past two months at least twice a week, and you’re exhausted because of it.

as the rain pours, you notice the familiar car driving towards you, bright lights feeling heavy on your eyes. you open the door without hesitation to let yourself sink into the passenger’s seat, taking a few deep breaths, all without looking at the driver.

but the quiet sobs escaping you are enough to give it away.

chan has his one arm leaning on top of the steering wheel, the other gently touching your shoulder to make you look at him, but you refuse.

“i’m fine,” you stutter out, sniffing from the cold, “really.”

of course you’re not fine. both of you are more than aware of the toxicity of the situation. you getting into arguments with your boyfriend several times a week, resulting in you calling chan and staying over at his apartment for a night, only to hear you make it up to the guy the next day when you weren’t even in the wrong to begin with.

“we have a different definition of that, then.”

“it was just an argument. we’ll work it out in a couple hours.”

“it’s not normal.” he says, trying to get it through your thick skull without raising his voice. “it’s not normal, baby.”

you sniff, trying to somehow get rid of the pain beating against your forehead. “he can be so mean, and then… then he’s so sweet again.”

chan wants to rip his hair out of his head. five fucking months of this have passed at this point, and he doesn’t know how much more of it he can take. he’s not sure how to handle the situation the right way, either.

he’s been in love with you for years. years. since sophomore year in high school. it was never his intention to fall in love with you, nor did he think he would, but he did, and god did he fall hard. embarrassingly hard.

nevertheless, he was always too afraid to make a move. too afraid that you’d reject him and he’d be out of your life forever like he was never there in the first place.

but he’s grown up now. third year of university, twenty-two years old, longer hair, a leather jacket and a solid bunch of experiences. some great, some he’d rather forget.

and so five months ago, he’d finally mustered the courage. he was finally going to own up to his feelings and tell you the truth.

only for you to excitedly come up to him, telling him you’re seeing this guy. and it made his heart sink in his chest, but he pushed his feelings to the side for your happiness.

or so he tried.

your boyfriend treats you like shit. he was sweet in the beginning — they always are.

then the cracks in the façade started to show.

it’s not that you don’t see it. you do — but it’s difficult to leave when someone knows just how to keep you where they want you. every time you tell yourself you’re gonna break up with him, he sweet-talks you and says things can be fixed, and that going through a rough patch is normal.

but chan knows better.

he just needs you to know better as well.

it breaks his heart to see his favorite person let herself get hurt like this. he becomes a little more torn with every sob leaving your body, every tear spilling from your eyes.

he gently puts the buds of his fingertips on your chin and jaw, slowly turning your face to him so he can look you in the eye.

the tears are still quietly running down your cheeks, your face numb, now devoid of any emotion, ashamed to have him see you in this state.

“you’re killing yourself like this.” he whispers, voice laced with concern. “he’ll never make you happy.”

you sniff from your breakdown. “maybe it’s me. maybe i just need to stop giving him such a hard time—”

“don’t even think about finishing that sentence.”

“please, chan, just… just go and get me somewhere else. all i need is some breathing space — please.” you beg him.

he wants to scream, wants to tell you to break up with him for good, wants to walk into that damn house and do it himself — but he can’t.

instead, he obliges, driving you to his place.

his cozy one-person apartment feels like the best place in the world to you — the one place where you can get away from everything else.

you watch chan as he locks the door behind him, then leaning against it for a moment as he watches you sit on the armrest of the soft chair. “you okay? want some tea?”

the corners of your lips curl up at the suggestion. he knows you awfully well. “that’d be great.”

his lashes flutter before he nods, kicking his shoes off by the door.

once he’s busy in the kitchen, you bite your lip as you recall the way he softly talked to you in the car, eyes trailing past the curves of his arms and the sharpness of his jawline.

he’s dated more than you have. not much in high school, but definitely during the past three years he’s spent at college. though it doesn’t surprise you. he has such warmth to him, with the beautifully infectious sound of his laughter, that big smile and some of the prettiest eyes you’ve ever seen.

it wasn’t until recently you began to see him in a different light. whenever you saw him with a new girl, arm around her waist or over her shoulders, you secretly imagined yourself next to him more than once. you can’t believe you didn’t take notice of how handsome he was before.

but you’re too much of a coward to tread over that line of friendship, too much of a coward to see if maybe, just maybe, your feelings are requited.

“wanna stay here for a while?” he asks, hoping you’ll at least spend the night here before you go back to your boyfriend, as you’ve done countless times before.

“yeah. don’t feel like going back yet.” you smile, trying to somewhat make light of the situation.

“then don’t.”

you sigh at his response. “it’s not that easy.”

“why not?”

“because i don’t wanna throw something away the second things get hard.”

“there’s a difference between hard and unbearable. your case is the latter.”

feeling backed into a corner, even though he hardly means to do so, you turn the topic on him. “you’ve had some rough experiences with past girlfriends too and you stuck around.”

god. if only you knew he ended up leaving them because he never enjoyed being with them as much as he enjoyed being with you. “you’d be surprised.” he mutters under his breath, pouring two cups of tea, making yours exactly as he knows you like.

when you stay quiet, he tries to think of a way to get it through your head that you need to break up with your resident ass of a boyfriend.

“can i ask you something?”

“sure.”

“what’s it going to take for you to leave him?”

the question makes you look up before using a tone that almost sounds like you’re scolding him. “chan.”

“i’m serious. he’s treating you like shit. you call me crying every week.”

“it’s just—”

“no, it’s not ‘just a tough time’. you know it isn’t.” he interrupts, jaw clenched tight but voice controlled. he will not yell at you like that piece of trash does. “he’s a controlling, manipulative asshole. it’s not gonna get better. if anything, he’ll just treat you worse in the future.”

“yeah, well, not all of us have people lined up.”

the words have left your mouth before you can comprehend it, leaving you to lower your head in regret. not that it’s any less true. to you, anyway.

“what, and i do?”

“don’t you?”

he’s not sure what baffles him more — you thinking that he’s got girls lined up to date him or you thinking that you don’t have anyone else out there that would be willing to date you.

“what’s this really about?” he sits down on the empty coffee table, facing you directly. “what does my dating life have to do with yours?”

“nothing — it doesn’t. i never said it did.”

“then why the comment about me having people lined up? which i don’t, by the way.”

the answer sits at the tip of your tongue, but you can’t bring yourself to say it without looking away from him. “maybe not. but at least you won’t end up alone. i can’t say the same for myself.”

and there it is. the sole reason you’re still with the guy. your crippling fear of ending up alone, your heavy insecurity that makes you believe no one could possibly want you.

the last thing he wants is for you to get hurt — but he’d rather have you suffer through your first heartbreak than end up with someone who walks all over you like a doormat.

“please don’t take this the wrong way, sweetheart, but if you think that low of yourself, you’re a little stupid.”

the comment makes you snort. “well, it’s certainly fitting.”

he wipes some of your half-dried tears away, his one hand remaining to cup your cheek, an alarmingly intimate gesture.

“aside from the fact that there’s nothing wrong or shameful about ending up alone... i need you to know that you’re worth it. you’re gorgeous and intelligent and—” he halts for a moment, in a way confessing his love for you, not caring how cheesy it sounds, “—you deserve everything you want. ‘cause you’re one in a million.”

fuck, has he always looked at you that lovingly?

his words catch you off-guard for a moment before you press your lips together. “as much as i think it’s sweet of you to say those things, you’re only saying them ‘cause you’re my friend.” you interrupt him, having made up your mind.

after which chan shakes his head, gently twirling a strand of your hair between his fingers. “i’m saying it because it’s true. any guy would be lucky to have you in his life.”

“i don’t think ‘lucky’ is the term my boyfriend would use.”

“yeah, ‘cause he’s a fucking dick.” he immediately comments, adding the next part with a softer tone. “if you were with me, i sure as shit wouldn’t be acting like that.”

that last sentence catches your attention, and chan realizes what he just said, suddenly very aware he’s treading on thin ice now.

but it had to come out one way or another.

though you seem to be going along with his words, not showing any signs of being uncomfortable with it. “and who’s to say you wouldn’t break my heart?”

he sees the intrigue on your face and decides to lean in closer. “if i broke your heart, i’d be breaking mine as well.”

“i’m not convinced.” you murmur, just loud enough for him to hear, and chan feels his heartbeat quicken.

every rational thought going through his mind is thrown out of the window the moment he catches you staring at his lips. it’s enough for him to put his hand on your lower cheek and smash his lips against yours.

he kisses you like he always imagined he would. perhaps a little too enthusiastically, but he’s waited too long for this moment to care.

and you’re kissing him back.

you both get hot from adrenaline and arousal. his hands roam down your hips, but when you start pulling on the collar of his jacket, he finally has it in him to break the kiss.

“are you sure you want this? i don’t want you to feel pressured—”

“i’ve wanted this for so long, chan. take it off, please.”

maybe he should pinch himself to make sure he’s not dreaming. you’re underneath him, lips swollen, gazing at him like he’s your whole world and more.

he leans down again to pick you up, ensuring you’ve got your legs wrapped around his waist so he can carry you to his bedroom.

once he lays you down on the soft bed, you watch him take off his jacket and throw his shirt over his head, leaving him with his chest bare, elastic waistband of his underwear visible.

he’s a dancer in his spare time, but you know he’s been hitting the gym recently as well, and it’s paying off, noticing his bigger biceps and toned abs.

then he chuckles from the way you’re observing him, and that smile — that beautifully big smile is what you fell in love with.

one of many things, really.

you remove your basic long-sleeved shirt, exposing your skin before him, enjoying the way he’s looking at the black bra you’re wearing underneath.

you’re seated at the edge of the bed, at eye-level with his chest, which you kiss softly.

he follows your actions like a hawk, unable to keep his eyes off you. he proceeds to move your hair behind your shoulder, his right hand finding your jaw when he kisses you again, lips trailing down to your neck and collarbone.

his touches are slow and sensual. at the end of the day, it’s your first time together, and you both notice the pressure and tension that comes with it.

you’re both aching to touch each other more already, but it feels so much better like this.

he gently pushes you to lay on your back, hovering over you to kiss down your chest and stomach, smoothly pulling down your skirt before his fingers hook onto the fabric of your lace underwear.

“what’d you want me to do, pretty girl?” he asks while getting rid of your panties, looking you in the eye as he does it.

the nickname makes you shiver. “you can do anything you wanna do.”

“wanna eat you out. bet i’m better at it than that motherfucker.”

“not hard to beat when he never does it at all.” you mumble to yourself, but he hears it.

“are you kidding? has he ever even made you cum?”

you just give him a deadpan stare that has a hint of embarrassment to it, which is enough for him to know the answer.

just being aware of how bad that fucker treats you makes him want to prove to you that he can make you feel so, so much better. and that’s exactly what he’s gonna do.

he wastes no time, spreading your legs so his tongue can get to work. you shiver at the feeling of his mouth on you, biting your lower lip to not squeal already from sensitivity.

“no. none of that. i wanna be able to hear every sound you make.” he says after taking your hand away from your mouth. “you can pull on my hair if you like.”

“do you like that?”

“yeah, i enjoy a bit of pain.”

that makes you giggle a bit. “you masochist.”

to which he responds with a gentle pinch to your skin. “keep it in mind for next time, baby.”

fuck — you definitely will.

your hands run through his soft black hair. you’ve locked your legs behind his head, hips bucking up a little every time he hits a spot that feels good, his warm breath and wetness of his mouth on your pussy turning you on like crazy.

chan is pretty sure he’s descending into heaven when he hears you moan his name for the first time. he doesn’t know how many times he’s fucked his fist imagining that sound.

so he adds a finger to the warm and wet mess between your legs, sliding in easily, biting his own lip as he watches your reaction to it. you’ve got your head thrown back, one hand fisting the sheets, the other still holding his locks.

then he moves to a second, and not much later he’s got three of his fingers pumping in and out of you, arching them a little to find the right spot, rubbing and sucking on your clit.

“does that feel good?” he asks, just a bit out of breath, which is nothing compared to the writhing mess that’s you. he keeps messing with the pace, edging you a little every time, making you go crazy.

“please, channie, please let me cum—”

“i will if you answer me, baby.”

you whine, nodding at him desperately. “feels s’good, so fucking good.”

“want me to go faster?”

“please. god—need you inside me so bad.”

even he can resist so much. you’re so good for him, so he increases the pace of his fingers, relishing in the way you start squirming underneath him, trying to push him away and pull him closer all the same.

then you pull on his hair almost violently, making him moan against your pussy as you hit your first climax in a long time.

and he doesn’t stop yet — only once he sees you’ve regained focus does he pull his fingers out of you, sucking on them to savor the taste right before kissing you again, your trembling body aching for him.

he only breaks the kiss to reach for the drawer in his nightstand, grabbing a condom out of it, getting off of you to push off the last pieces of clothing still on him. the realization of the fact that your best friend is about to fuck you after god knows how long finally begins to dawn on you, and it makes your heart beat that much harder.

once he’s slipped the condom on, you move your hands to his neck and shoulders, biting your lip when you feel him push your legs behind his waist.

you gasp when he bottoms out of you for the first time. his head is buried in the crook of your neck as he finds his rhythm, sucking at your sensitive skin, not giving a damn whether he leaves marks on someone that’s technically not even his.

yet.

“do you remember that time we went to senior prom together?” he asks breathily, not slowing down even a little bit. “you were wearing that pretty blue dress. god, i wanted to take you home that night more than anything.”

you remember that. it was just before you two graduated high school together — he looked so dashing in his suit. you’d even imagined kissing him underneath the basketball bleachers like some cliche rom-com.

“so why didn’t you?”

“was too much of a pussy to do it.”

you bring yourself to chuckle inbetween your moans. “that’s a shame. i would’ve let you.”

just knowing that his feelings are reciprocated turns him on. he lifts his head up a little, kissing the front of your neck, your jaw, your cheeks — everything, only halting for a moment when he fucks you just a little faster, watching the way your eyes roll back from pleasure.

your hands run over his strong back as he pushes in and out of you at a steady pace, your lip nearly bleeding from how hard you’re biting it.

he hisses and relishes in the burning feeling of your nails digging into his shoulder blades.

“chan—god, harder, please—”

“i know, baby, i know, i got you.” he breathes out, changing up the position by hooking your legs over his shoulders.

it hits the exact right spot when he fucks you again, harder and deeper this time, your hands desperately clinging onto his skin, teeth sinking into your lower lip until they're nearly drawing blood.

beads of sweat roll down his muscular back. he feels you’re getting closer to hitting that release, so he moves one hand down to rub your clit again, aching to see you fall apart underneath him.

“fuck, ’s too much, channie—” you whine, throwing your head back in the pillow for a moment.

but he shakes his head, continuing, knowing you’re close. “you can do it, pretty girl. cum for me again. i wanna feel it.”

and he discovers that begging you works wonders, because it’s enough for you to come undone, clamping on his dick, making it feel so tight that he spills his own release into the condom mere seconds after.

with a layer of sweat on your foreheads, he feels how sensitive you are when he pulls out. he throws the condom in the trashcan, turning his face back to yours and kisses your lips more softly this time.

“how do you feel?”

“a little worn out.” you sigh, proceeding to show a smile. “but better.”

“good. how do you feel about taking a bath?”

“sounds nice.”

chan can’t help himself and leans in to kiss you again. he’s already getting awfully used to this, but one issue remains. “i wanna be with you. i meant everything i said tonight.”

the sentiment warms your heart. he’s always had that effect on you. “i know. i wanna be with you, too.”

he nods, happy with your words. “you go on ahead to the bathroom. i’ll clean things up here.”

“okay.” you tell him, pressing another kiss to his cheek before leaving the bedroom, feeling utterly lovesick.

he shares your feelings — it’s like he’s reliving that exciting feeling of seeing you the first few days after he realized he was in love with you.

there’s something that pulls him out of it, though. a certain vibrating sound. what is that? he thinks to himself.

and after looking around the room, he discovers it’s a phone receiving a call. your phone, to be exact, sitting in the back pocket of the jeans you discarded earlier.

the screen of your cellphone lights up, and he picks up the device, about to let you know someone’s calling — but his voice gets caught in his throat when he notices it’s the asshole who made you cry in the first place.

scoffing to himself, he taps the red button and declines the call.

thank you for reading. x

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bl00dst41ned · 8 months

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Hellooo. Can you please write a fic where Jobe goes to meet the reader’s family or she goes to meet his family? Or maybe both? Thank you.

*.·:·.✦ family ties ✦.·:·.*

pairing: jobe bellingham x female reader

summary: in which it’s time for Jobe and you to meet one another’s family

author's note: I liked the idea but couldn’t choose so I decided to create a context in order to do both. didn't know how to finish it. taking a little pause to start school, coming back once I'm organized

word count: 1319

You slipped on your pair of White Oreo Jordan 4s as low music played in the room. You finalized your outfit with beaded colorful bracelet and your apple watch. Before getting out of your room, you went to the full body mirror and checked yourself, readjusting your shirt and fixing the little cowlicks in your hair. Once you felt ready, you grabbed your phone and went down to the living room.

Downstairs, your mother walked back and forth between the kitchen and backyard. You went up to help her prep the table. As you did so, you received a message from your boyfriend, Jobe.

Jobe 🪐

We’re here in five

Y/N 🦋

Okay

Are you nervous?

Jobe 🪐

i wish i could disappear rn

you?

Y/N 🦋

I’m silently dying

Jobe 🪐

yeah, we’re ready

Y/N 🦋 liked this message

Seems like neither of you were ready for this moment.

You and Jobe had got together three months ago. It was all going smoothly, the two of you enjoying the beginning of your relationship. But some way your parents found ou about it and immediately wished to meet their daughter’s boyfriend. After a conversation between you two, Jobe agreed to tell his parents about you so that the two families could meet. Which led to now. The Bellinghams were on the way to have a lunch with your family. At first, it didn’t affect you that much but the closer they were to meet, the more nervous you felt. Unfortunately for you, you did not have time to calm down as you watched their family car park in front of your house.

You watched as Jude, Jobe and his parents walked towards the door before ringing the door.

“Go open the door” Your mom raised her voice getting you out of your thoughts.

Without noticing, you had zoned out and stayed immobile. You hurried to the door, taking a deep breath before opening to the wide smiles of Jobe’s parents. You gave one back, translating your shyness, a small voice escaping your mouth greeting them. You then let them in, individually addressing them until it was Jobe’s turn.

It was very uncomfortable to be watched by your relatives while interacting. You two weren’t big on PDA, especially since it’s still the beginning. As if your brains connected, Jobe bent down to give you a small hug, a hand resting on your back as you had your arm around his neck, leaving a quick kiss on his neck when nobody noticed.

Except for Jude. He sent him a knowing look as if to signal he had seen the intimate moment. It only resulted in earning a glare from his younger brother.

“So you must be Jobe ?” Your dad came out of nowhere, standing straight making you chuckle a bit. He was not frightening at all, just loved to stress his daughter’s boyfriends.

Jobe only nodded not daring to say anything out loud. You could only empathise with him since his mom made her feel the same way.

The conversation between your dad and him was very awkward for you and Jobe. Luckily, the rest of the people were talking with your mom and not paying attention.

Once the introduction ended, you all went to the dining room to enjoy the food your mom made.

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It had been almost two hours since the Bellinghams were at your house. Your mom and Denise seemed to get along well. They asked questions about you or Jobe at times but fortunately for you, the whole lunch was not focused on your couple. Until now.

“Oh Y/N, you didn’t tell me how you guys met?”

Both of your eyes widened as you didn’t think they would acknowledge you at all.

“Well, we were at the activity centre together back then and we found ourselves in a groupchat” You simply explained, mentioning your old activity centre hoping that the conversation would shift away to another subject.

“Oh you were at the centre too, Jobe. You remembered her?” Your mom kept on asking questions now to Jobe.

“Yeah” He paused to finish swallowing his food. “She was the only girl that played cars with us boys”

The whole table shared a little laugh now talking about the two of you as kids. The parents took turns into revealing embarrassing moments of your childhoods as you two just laughed, both out of mockery and embarrassment.

“I remember once Jobe was chased by a goose”

You tried to contain the loud laugh that attempted to escape your mouth as Jobe’s mouth dropped.

“Mom we agreed to not talk about this day” Jobe whined as you laughed at him.

“I don’t know why you’re laughing Y/N because it happened to you too” Your dad spoke loudly making sure to be heard by the entire table.

It was now Jobe’s turn to laugh at you as you sent a mean stare to your dad. You were very good at clapping back but your dad was the ultimate champion at violating. He taught you everything you needed to know. Even though you were accustomed to this, it still stung a lot.

You tried to keep a mean facial expression but the smile on your dad’s face only made you smile too.

The rest of the lunch, you talked and got to know each other, the happy atmosphere never leaving.

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After lunch time, Denise went to you in order to have a conversation. Your nervousness from earlier came back in a second, having you bite your cheek repeatedly.

You two sat down outside on the outdoor sofa. She could tell you were nervous as she began talking by, firstly reassuring you.

“I’m not here to threaten you, don’t worry” She spoke as she put her hand on your thigh to calm you down. “There’s nothing that made rubbed me the wrong way about you. You’re nice, funny and look gorgeous. So me talking to you has nothing to do with complaining about you. As long as you stay respectful and don’t hurt my son I’m good. Other than that, you’re welcome in my house with my family, okay?”

Throughout all the time, you could only nod and agree, each word making you more comfortable. Once she finished, you let out a small “Yes” before she pulled you into a warm hug.

While you spoke to Denise, your mom went to talk to Jobe, bringing him to the porch. Jobe instantly went stiff, not knowing what to expect from her.

“Don’t be nervous, I don’t bite” Your mom joked as Jobe tried to chill. “When I found out about you and Y/N, I was a bit skeptical. But her excitement every she went to see you and her coming back with a smile on her face took all my doubts away. She’s smart and knows what she’s doing, and I trust her to do the right choices. Now I need to trust you.” Her tone felt more serious at the last sentence.

“All I’m asking you” She continued “is to promise me to keep that smile on her face, okay?”

“Yes, ma’am” He spoke as confidently as he could at the moment.

She repeated to make sure he stood on his answer, which he did. Once your mom felt like she said what she had to say, they got up and got back inside. He found you seated on the stairs and joined you, putting his arm around your shoulder.

“She wasn’t to harsh with you?” You asked, scared of what your mother could have said.

“Nah, at all. You?”

“No, your mom is so nice”

He nodded and sighed. Meeting each other’s family is a big step in your relationship, and you both were very happy to have overcome it. Having the trust of your relatives meant everything. You now knew you could grow freely in your relationship.

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mal-urameshi · 4 months

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may i request a fic where shuri and riri have the house to themselves or they spend the weekend together? and can there be smut maybee

It's My Bday!!! So I decided to gift you guys with a story. 🥰

Anon, I kinda focused too much on the smut aspect, and for that I apologize in advance. I'm rusty guys, so bear with me.

Shoutout to @neptoons1998 in the DMs. We had a blast brainstorming a bunch of ideas.

Warning: 18+

Riri had her back against the wall, mindlessly wiggling her toes as Shuri’s own smile played on her face while she scribbled something on a piece of paper. The two of them were cuddled up on the bed before this. But Riri’s mind was other places as ‘Tokyo Godfathers’ played in the background. Shuri was completely engrossed in the narrative, absolutely oblivious to Riri’s growing unease. Or restlessness, what have you.

Shuri shifted, pulling Riri closer with her movements.

Riri inaudibly swallowed as her mind continued to wander. They had made things official a few months ago. They’re Girlfriend and Girlfriend. But besides kissing and cuddling, they never went further than that. And Shuri never initiates anything. However, she didn’t either.

She knew it was because they were both too chicken to say and do anything. Riri took a staggering deep breath and sharply exhaled.

“Are you okay?” Shuri questioned after breaking her concentration from the movie.

“Um...yea.” Riri gazed into Shuri’s eyes before dropping them to her lips and gazing into her eyes again.

“Are you sure?” Shuri turned on her side, “Are you bored?”

“No. The movie’s really heartfelt.” Riri shrugged while idly rubbing the basotho blanket between her fingers. She cast her gaze over to the movie before locking eyes with Shuri again, “I kinda wanna play a game.”

Shuri paused the movie, “What kind of game?”

Riri felt her palms start to sweat. She was too scared to say it out loud. But she didn’t want to backtrack. Her eyes traveled about the room and saw two notebooks. She got off the bed and retrieved them before digging around Shuri’s desk to get a couple of rubber bands and pens. She then held up the materials.

“We write messages to each other on the paper and flick them across the room with the rubber bands.”

Shuri raised a delicate eyebrow.

“It’ll be fun! We can write stuff we’re too chicken to say to each other.” She gave Shuri a pile of rubber bands and a notebook along with a pen before she sat down on the floor on the other side of the room.

“I’ll go first.” Riri scribbled something on a piece of paper, folded it over the rubber band and then shot the note across the room right into Shuri’s lap.

“Damn! My aim is good!”

Shuri opened up the paper and laughed at its contents, “You broke three of my prototypes? Which ones?”

Riri grinned and shrugged, “I fixed them before you would have noticed. Thank Bast I work well under pressure.”

Shuri shook her head and picked up her own book. She tapped the pen on her chin as she scrunched her nose in thought. She gave a small ‘aha’ before she scribbled her own message and shot it over to Riri.

Riri opened up her note and clapped a hand over her mouth to cover her laughs, “You sniffed me when I slept?”

Shuri stretched her legs and chuckled, “Not my proudest moments. But you were always right there when we were younger. You always smelled like that bubblegum bubble bath Okoye brought back for you.”

Riri scribbled another message and shot it at Shuri. She couldn’t be too blatant. She had to ease into the topic.

So that’s how it went for the past five minutes. Sharing notes and giggles in the otherwise silent room.

Shuri finally shot her message across the room. Riri opened it and ‘I Love You’ was written in block letters with hearts, X’s and O’s shaded around the phrase. Riri gazed across the room to see Shuri holding up a heart with her hands.

Riri grinned while forming her own heart, “I love you, too.”

She dropped her head to the blank page and fisted palms. ‘Don’t be a pussy, Riri.’

Riri tightened her grip on her pen and curled her toes as she carefully phrased her question on the sheet of paper. Carefully, she tore out the page, neatly folded it more times than she could count before closing her eyes and shooting it across the room.

Shuri caught it and Riri pulled her knees up to her chest; worried, nervous, yet intrigued about the other girl’s reaction.

Shuri excitedly opened up the note but her grin faltered when she read the words scribbled on the page.

“Have you ever thought about having sex?”

She felt her heart stutter as she looked over at Riri who was looking nervous. Shuri’s mouth felt dry. She licked her lips and looked at the note again.

She’d be a heathenous liar if she wrote ‘No’. Because she thought about having sex with Riri more times than she could count. Before they got together. Hell, she wanted to go all the way with her the moment they agreed to be girlfriends. She’d been thinking about that moment forever. Even her dreams starred Riri more than she’d dare to admit.

When would it happen? What would be the appropriate time to initiate? Would Riri be ready? Was she ready?

Shuri picked up her pen and scribbled on the paper.

Riri’s stomach was in knots. Shuri was awfully quiet over there and she hadn’t said anything. She did that thing where she went into deep thought and her face was unreadable. She curled and uncurled her toes as Shuri scripted her reply before shooting it across to her.

Riri wasted no time unraveling the paper and drinking in the words.

“Yes, I have. Do you want to have sex?”

She looked up at Shuri who gave her her undivided attention.

Riri interlaced her fingers together and nodded before standing up. Suddenly, she felt extremely self-conscious as she walked over to Shuri.

Shuri swung her legs off the side of the bed as Riri closed the distance between them. Her heart thundered against her chest, following Riri’s every movement.

They were going to do it right now? Oh, Bast. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen Riri naked before. Shuri’s eyes raked over her form. But being able to do something about her urges had her heating up. Shuri pressed her legs together. Bast. Bast. Bast!

Riri walked directly in front of Shuri, and as she’d heard in Christianity, she parted her legs as Moses did the Red Sea.

The shorter girl closed the distance between them. The kiss started off innocent at first, until Riri lightly nipped on Shuri’s bottom lip. One of Shuri’s palms cupped Riri’s cheek as she eased herself backward, onto the bed, all while their tongues slid debaucherously against each other.

Okay, okay. This wasn’t too different from all the other times they kissed. She shouldn’t be feeling so lightheaded right now. Riri’s trembling hands found purchase on the blankets regardless, afraid her elbows would buckle under the pressure of her nerves

Shuri’s free hand didn’t know what to do with itself; it rubbed against her waist, before playing with the waistband of Riri’s shorts and finally cupping the swell of Riri’s ass, giving it a light squeeze. She could die and cross over to the Ancestral plane right now.

Riri moaned into Shuri’s mouth at the sensation and Bast, if Shuri’s eyes weren’t closed they would have rolled into the back of her head.

Riri broke the kiss to catch her breath but Shuri lifted her head to chase after her lips while trying to tug down her shorts, but to no avail.

The closest Shuri got to was her neck, but it would do. She licked against the pulse point of Riri’s neck which had her leaning into her touch and grinding against her. Shuri groaned in appreciation and mirrored Riri’s actions.

“Mm. Shuri…” Riri whined and panted into her ear. Her breath fanned against the shell of Shuri’s ear which had a shiver reverberating up her spine.

Shuri’s own breath escaped her lungs faster than she could replace it, causing her to become somewhat lightheaded.

This is the first time she’s ever heard Riri make those sounds. And she wanted to know what others she could make. Bast have mercy.

But lightheaded or not, Shuri was unable to resist the urge to slip her fingers into Riri’s shorts. She didn’t know what she was doing, but she was going to learn today. She slid her panties to the side and-

Riri’s beads pinged, causing both girls to halt their activities.

“Are you going to get that?” Shuri asked, not being able to hide the frustration in her voice.

Riri sat up straight, “Yea.” She cleared her throat a few times to get it back to normal.

Shuri’s gaze fell to Riri’s chest. She was basically eye level with it. How could she not? Her nipples had pebbled through the material of her shirt. Shuri looked up at Riri who was speaking into her beads. Her pupils were still blown wide from their new development and Shuri couldn’t help herself from rubbing her palms against Riri’s exposed midriff.

Riri shivered and voice hitched before she swatted away Shuri’s hand, “No, Mama. I’m fine. There was a bug on me.” Riri shot her a glare.

Shuri gave a shrug. She couldn’t blame her for being handsy. Their moment was unjustly interrupted. Her groin ached in protest.

Riri shifted above her and she was now very much conscious of the wet spot in Riri’s shorts. She curiously thumbed the area, completely forgetting about the conversation that was going on above her.

Riri staggered at the stimulation, causing her to lose her equilibrium. A hand braced itself against Shuri’s chest, fisting her shirt for purchase.

“Okay, Ma. See you in a bit.” Riri hung up the call.

Shuri fell back onto her back with her arms spread out, the heat of the moment being permanently extinguished.

“Are you leaving now?” She turned her head to the side to look at Riri.

Riri sighed and nodded, suddenly feeling self-conscious again. She got off of Shuri and stood up on semi-wobbly legs.

Shuri sat up and walked behind Riri as she gathered her things, “Do you want new pants?”

“Yea, I’ll get one out your closet.” She already made her way over.

Shuri sighed as she heard Riri rummage through her things. They were so close. She bit her lip as her mind replayed what went down barely two minutes ago. Happy and frustrated at the same time. She wanted to do more. She was operating purely on instinct but she was partially happy things ended. What if she wasn’t good enough?

Riri reappeared, causing Shuri to grin. She walked over, gathered Riri into her arms and pressed a kiss to her lips.

Riri folded her arms after they broke apart, looking contemplative for a moment, “Mama’s going on a mission for a few days, so I was wondering if you’d wanna come over for the weekend?”

“Yes! Yes! I’d love to stay over the weekend.” Shuri couldn’t help but pull Riri in for another hug.

Riri blew out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

Shuri walked Riri out to the entrance, “Are you sure you don’t want me to walk you home?”

Riri shook her head and rubbed the back of her neck, “I’m good. Besides, I have to cool down before I get back home and you’re still making me titillated.” She snickered, not being able to help the joke.

Shuri doubled over with laughter, “I’m flattered that I make you titillated. Call me when you get home, okay?”

Riri nodded, pressed one last kiss to her girlfriend’s lips before walking home.

Once Riri was out of view, Shuri ran back to her room and started stripping herself of her pants, “Griot! Initiate ‘Do Not Disturb’ sequence for my room.”

“At once, Princess.”

When Riri got home, she wasted no time giving herself a cold shower after announcing to her mother that she was home.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. We were so close!” She allowed the water to drench the crown of her head to douse her desires, if but only for a moment..

The next day, Riri found herself at her Aunts’ home. Aneka and Ayo were the best people she could come to for all of her questions and queries. They were basically her second Umamas. They always made their home a safe space for her throughout her lifetime and she was comfortable to ask them about just about anything. So she didn’t have any second thoughts as she waited for an answer at their doorstep.

Ayo opened the door and welcomed her niece with a warm smile and hug.

“How are you, Riri?”

Riri smiled, “I’m good Aunty Ayo. I came here for some advice.”

Ayo nodded, “Of course.” She guided Riri to the back porch and got refreshments for the both of them.

Riri immediately drunk down half the glass which had Ayo looking at her with intrigue.

Riri wiped her mouth and dug into her backpack for a pen and notepad. Writing always helped her make sense of her thoughts.

“I need some advice. And I thought there’s nobody better to help me out but you.”

“Whatever it is you need, I‘m here for you, Riri.” Ayo encouraged gently.

Riri bounced her knee and took a deep breath, “I’m planning on having sex with my girlfriend but I want some pointers. We got close but weren’t able to go all the way. But I’m glad we ended up stopping because I have no idea what I’m doing.”

Ayo slowly nodded her head, not expecting the nature of the question, but willing to help nonetheless. One look at Riri and she knew this was eating her up inside.

“Okay, Riri. First thing’s first is that you have to go at your own pace. Make sure that you’re comfortable around each other. Take your time with one another. Have the both of you done anything sexual in nature at all?”

Riri shook her head, “Nah. The craziest thing we ever did was slap each other’s ass. Other than that we just hold each other and cuddle and kiss.”

Ayo smiled, “Okay, that’s good. You’re familiar with nonsexual intimacy. And from what you tell me you both are comfortable.”

“Yea, but my stomach is in knots. Thinking about the actual sex has me nervous. My heart feels like it’s racing out my chest. What if I do something embarrassing? Or I make a fool of myself? I’ve never done this before. Ugh! What if she doesn’t like it, Aunty? And she breaks up with me because of it.”

Ayo leaned over and gently rubbed Riri’s knee, “Relax, Riri. Shuri doesn’t have any experience either, right?”

Riri hunched over and held her chin in her palm, “She better not. We’re each other’s first relationship.”

“Okay, that’s good! You can learn your likes and dislikes together. I just want you to know that what you see in Pornography isn’t real. All those fake moans and tricks for the camera isn’t how it is supposed to be. And it isn’t a race. You have all the time in the world to take care of each other. And don’t be afraid to communicate.”

“Communicate? Like during sex?” Riri leaned closer.

Ayo nodded, “Yes. Like telling her that you like what she’s doing, or if there’s something she can do better or in a particular way that you would like if you were to do it solo.”

Riri covered her face, “Ugh! Isn’t that going to be like, embarrassing? What if my voice cracks or I sound weird? Or I ruin the mood.”

Ayo chucked, “You won’t be thinking that when in the moment. Besides, don’t you trust Shuri?”

Riri hugged her arms together, “Yea, I do.”

“She won’t make fun of you or anything. And neither of you are going to be professionals from the get-go.” Ayo crossed her legs and leaned back in her seat, “And I’m not saying things aren’t going to be awkward, it is your first time after all. You both are going to fumble and make mistakes, but it’s all about taking your time and learning each other.”

Riri nodded, “Okay. I gotchu, Aunty.”

“Be experimental with your touches, take note of how she reacts, the sounds she makes and you can take those as cues. Don’t be rough at first. Don’t put too much pressure on anything unless she’s vocal about it. The same applies for you.”

Riri took breaks between taking her notes, but she paused when a particular question came to mind, “Um, what- what about teeth and stuff?”

Ayo thoughtfully stroked her nose, “Hm. It depends on how she reacts to it. Don’t go biting like she’s your last meal or anything like that. But light nips here and there. Again, communication and also reading your partner comes into play. If she reacts well, continue what you’re doing. If she doesn’t like what you’re doing, she’ll say something.”

Riri quickly scribbled that down, “Teeth but not too…crazy. Okay!”

Ayo couldn’t help but find it amusing that Riri is taking this lesson so seriously, but she didn’t fault her. She was happy she could offer guidance to her very lost and eager niece.

“Any pointers on foreplay?” Riri idly tapped her pen on her notepad.

“Foreplay?!” Aneka appeared in the doorway which made Riri jump, “What’s going on here?” She walked closer to the duo and put her hand on her hips while looking between wife and niece.

Ayo looked up at her love, “Riri wanted help on how to make love to her girlfriend.”

Aneka gasped as her eyes shone with stars, ”You’re already at that age!”

She carelessly dropped herself into Ayo’s lap which caused her wife to sit up straighter and wrap her arms around her waist to prevent her from falling off.

“Ayo! Why didn’t you call me? I have lots of sage advice for Riri.” Aneka threw her arm around Ayo’s neck and hugged her close, “Get your notepad ready.” She flapped her wrist excitedly at the pen and paper in Riri’s hands.

Ayo smiled and pressed her cheek against her wife’s chest. Here we go.

“Don’t be scared to use your tongue. You can’t go wrong with your tongue. But not like a slobbery dog either, Riri. You have to finesse it. Like you’re flicking the most delicate of ice cream cones. Really savoring it.” Aneka closed her eyes and stuck the tip of her tongue out while gently flicking it at the air.

“You are being too raunchy, my love.” Ayo lightly chided.

Aneka sucked her teeth, “How else is she supposed to learn, Ayo? She’s a visual learner.”

Aneka turned her focus on Riri again, “Don’t go too fast. I know how teenagers get. Remember how we were the first few times Ayo? She was so shy, Riri! Almost too scared to touch me like I was going to break.”

Ayo lightly patted Aneka’s leg while looking up at her, “She doesn’t need to know all of that, my sweet.”

Riri gripped her pen, wondering if she should write that down or not.

“Okay, okay!” Aneka waved her arms around, “Back to business. Make sure you take your time. You kiss, really get in the moment. Fondling is great for everyone. Don’t be afraid to touch her.”

“Remember I mentioned the tongue? Don’t be shy. And that foreplay you mentioned? Go crazy with the kissing. Really explore her body. Worship every inch of her skin. Be sensual. But don’t get too carried away. You get lost in the sensations, you start moving too fast and you accidentally tear something. Especially if the both of you aren’t wet enough.”

Riri stopped her scribbling and shot her head up, looking completely spooked, “Tear?!”

Aneka cackled while Ayo kept a firm grip on her love so she wouldn’t fall, “Don’t mind her Riri, nothing will tear because you’re going to do things at your own pace.”

Anea wiped her eyes, “You looked so scared. I was joking. But make sure you’re both wet enough. Which I’m sure wouldn’t be a problem the way teenagers are so hot in their pants these days. But if you aren’t wet enough, don’t be scared to suck on your fingers before you start exploring. Oh, right! Make sure your fingernails are short and clean!”

As raunchy as her Aunt was being, Riri appreciated the details as she jotted down the points. She then looked at her hands. She’ll file down her nails when she gets home. They weren’t super long, but she’d hate to accidentally scratch Shuri in there.

“How would I know if I’m making her feel real good?”

“It’s all about response. If she’s pulling you close, sounds like she’s breathless, and she’s restless, not knowing what to do with herself, just squirming and borderline whining like a cat in hea-”

“She has the idea, Aneka.” Ayo cleared her throat as Aneka was coming a bit too close to home.

Aneka’s smile was cheshire as she gazed down at Ayo who held her gaze, “And eye contact is key, Riri.” She pressed her forehead to Ayo’s before pressing a kiss to her lips. She then turned her attention to Riri again.

“You may be shy and self-conscious at first, but being able to look into her eyes, as you trust each other to be there for one another in one of your most vulnerable moments. It’s an absolutely amazing feeling. It makes the experience more intense, intimate as all your walls come tumbling down.”

Aneka released a whimsical sigh as she allowed her body to melt against Ayo, who hugged her body closer to hers.

Riri’s chest bloomed with warmth as her Aunts’ display of affection. They were goals, for real. Her eyes dropped down to her notes and she did a quick flip through a sequence of pages. She had enough material to work with, she thought. Coming over was an absolutely fruitful venture.

Shuri was by her lonesome in her personal lab. She was running some calculations, yet more often than not, she found herself unable to concentrate. Her mind refused to stay in the present moment, whether it was reliving what happened yesterday with Riri or what has yet to come when she goes to her house for the weekend.

She decided not to fight it anymore. She had to do her research.

“Griot! Pull up what the Americans call ‘The Bird App.’”

“Task initiation commencing.” It took all of two seconds for a holographic screen to pop up with the platform’s signature blue and white color scheme.

“Pull up an archive of all profiles that feature lesbian content. X rated in nature.”

“One moment, Princess.”

Griot pulled up all relevant profiles but Shuri made a face of displeasure, “Black lesbian content, Griot. Bast. Do I have to debug you?”

“My apologies, Princess.” The AI filtered all the content that best suited Shuri’s needs.

“Hmm.” She cupped her chin between her thumb and index as she clicked on a profile and scrolled through the media tab., “I have to start somewhere.”

Half an hour later, Shuri found herself with several holographic tabs open, a video playing in the background of a stud strapping her girlfriend, their moans echoing throughout the lab.

She scrolled through one of the pages she was on, staring at several different designs, makes, sizes, colors, shapes, you name it.

“Bast, this is more difficult than I thought. Should Riri be with me to decide this?” She scrolled down some more when her eyes bulged in horror at one image where the dildo had veins as thick as her wrist, ”Oh my Bast! Are people in their right minds? How is that to fit into someone?”

Shuri pulled up one of the saved images of a phallic that was simpler in design and of decent length as a starter for them both, “This will do.”

She walked over to her 3D printer and got to work.

“Princess, I must inform-”

“Not now, Griot.” She toggled with the design a bit of a holographic field before she sent it off to be printed. It needed a harness as well.

“But Princess-”

“I’m busy!” She hit print once she was satisfied with the specs of the dildo.

“Shuri?” Her mother called.

“Mother?!” She squeaked out before tapping on her kimoyo beads which killed all of her research that was up.

Ramonda finally appeared in Shuri’s line of sight.

“Mother! What are you doing here?!” Shuri cleared her throat to erase any guilty tones in her voice.

Ramonda clasped her hands together, “Even though this is your lab, it is still a part of my home. Am I not allowed entry?”

Shuri quickly shook her head and gave a frightened glance at the printer that was carefully constructing the dildo.

“Yes, yes. You’re never denied entry.”

Ramonda walked closer to her daughter, “Are you alright? What was that sound just now?”

“What sound?” Shuri shrugged, she internally cringed at her stiffness.

Ramond looked up in thought, “I can’t quite place it. Was somebody hurt? It sounded like moans of agony.”

Shuri smacked her head, “Oh yes. I was watching a video of someone in pain. There were interviews of civilians after the fallout from Avenger level threats. I was listening to them, but..it just began to be too much so I had to cut it off. All those people, whimpering…in pain.”

“Oh, Shuri. Be mindful of how much of that you consume. It may get you depressed.” Ramonda’s eyes wandered and noticed the active printer, “What are you making?”

“Just a part for an experiment. Nothing to talk about! It’s very mundane. For my own leisure, really.”

“Really? What is it about?” Ramonda’s intrigue had been sparked and began walking towards it.

“No! No! Mother, I’m very self-conscious about it!” Shuri put herself between the printer and Ramonda.

“But you’re always excited to show me your projects.”

Shuri viciously shook her head, “Well this one is extremely personal Mother, and I don’t want anybody to see it.”

Ramonda could take a hint and didn’t press the issue further, “All right. I was just checking in. Don’t stay in the lab too long now.”

Shuri gave a smile and nodded, “I won’t, Mother.”

Ramonda exited the lab and Shuri completely deflated, “Oh thank Bast! Griot! Why didn’t you tell me my mother was in the lab?!”

“I tried to alert you, Princess, yet you did not heed my attempts.” The Ai quipped.

Shuri found herself walking over to the finished product and a grin slipped its way onto her features as she raised the phallic up.

“Success! All I need is the harness.”

Shuri ordered Griot to pull up all previously closed pages and sat down in her chair as she clicked on her favorite profile. She admired this one the most because unlike some of the others she’d happened upon.

This couple wasn’t just having sex. The way their bodies moved in tune to a rhythm known and natural only to them. They weren’t performing for the camera. They were lost in their own world that was reflected in each other’s eyes. It was just them. In a tangle of limbs that was the perfect personification of ‘The Lovers’ Embrace’. Appreciating one another in a duet of sensuality.

They were making love.

Riri didn’t know what to do with herself. Her mother left for her mission. The house was all hers. She was home alone. Not for long, though. Riri paced and fiddled with her hands. She took several deep breaths to ease her roaring heart.

Riri didn’t know why she was doing this to herself. Psyching herself out for no reason. It was Shuri. She walked into her bedroom for the thousandth time that evening, scanning the area to make sure nothing was amiss. She made sure her room was clean and the bed was made up, which was probably stupid because Shuri has seen it at its worst over the years. Regardless, she wanted things to be perfect.

The mattress bounced as Riri face-planted into her pillows and let out a scream. She then rolled over, stared at the sealing and licked her lips, “Okay, I’m good.”

Shuri folded the last of her clothes and placed them on the bed. Her gaze slid over to the satin drawstring bag resting on her sheets. She idled her jaw, contemplating if she should bring it. They had the whole weekend to determine if they’d be willing to use it or not. She burned a hole into the bag. Thinking of the contents it holds.

Shuri exhaled in displeasure, “I decided to make the stupid thing! Why am I second-guessing now?!”

Shuri fiddled with a few of her loose braids. “I should not be intimidated. It is going to be an exciting experience. It is supposed to be an…exhilarating exchange.”

Her eyes fell shut and images of Riri’s naked brown skin played in her mind’s eye.

Knock Knock.

“Princess? Are you ready?” One of the Doras who were tasked with escorting her to Riri’s residence called.

“One moment!” Shuri shoved her clothes into her backpack. She then glanced at the drawstring bag and threw it into her bag as well before rushing out the door.

Shuri gripped the straps of her backpack, trying to quiet her nerves on her trek over to Riri’s residence. She looked at both Dora’s on either side of her before speaking, “I don’t want the both of you too close to the house.”

The Dora to her right responded, “Princess, we are to keep a reasonable distance at all times.”

The Dora to Shuri’s left nodded once in agreement.

“I don’t plan on leaving the house so you can keep your distance. That’s an order.” She pointed at both of them. The last thing she wanted was the Dora’s being too close, hearing something they shouldn’t and embarrassment ensuing for all parties involved.

“Yes, Princess.” Both Doras responded.

Once in front of Riri’s home, the Doras saluted Shuri before making themself scarce. Not perceived, yet still around.

The door flew open before Shuri could knock. She looked down and smiled at Riri, “Hi.”

“Hey.” Riri smiled back.

The two of them stood there for several moments before Riri caught herself and opened the door wider, “Come inside.”

Shuri walked into the all too familiar abode and straight in the direction of Riri’s bedroom.

“Does she want to do it now?” Shuri found herself wondering as she settled her things.

“Does she want to do it now?” Riri questioned herself. Her palms were starting to feel sweaty as she softly shut the door behind her.

Shuri sat on the bed and looked at Riri. She supposed that was the signal?

Riri noted Shuri looking at her expectantly. Okay, she was signaling that she definitely was ready to get down. SHe started walking over.

Shuri kicked off her shoes, a little too eagerly which caused Riri to laugh.

Shuri paused, “What? Why are you laughing?”

“You’re just super excited.” She held a hand on her hip with a teasing smirk.

Shuri rolled her eyes with her own smile, “You basically trapped me in the room, locked the door and stared at me like I’m your prey. I was just getting ready for you to pounce.”

Their laughter permeated the air, causing a great amount of tension to evaporate from their beings.

Riri joined Shuri on the bed, peppering her lips with kisses. Shuri smiled through the affection and returned it in full.

They found themselves a tangle of limbs on the bed before Riri managed to roll on top of Shuri.

Riri’s hands found themselves beneath Shuri’s shirt and gently caressed the expanse of her stomach, “C’mon Princess, let me help you get this off.”

Shuri’s skin felt as though it had been set ablaze beneath Riri’s touch. Her face fared no better as she found herself flustered. That nickname she used from time to time tended to do that to her. Princess was her title, yes. But when Riri called her that, it was used as a pet name. A term of endearment.

Her stomach spasmed as Riri’s gentle touch played whispered unrecognizable shapes there. Carefully, Riri helped Shuri out of her shirt, followed by her pants and underwear.

Riri took a moment to admire her girlfriend, “You’re gorgeous, Shuri.”

Shuri covered her face at the praise, “Thank you.”

Feeling a bit more confident, Riri dipped her head and pressed a kiss to Shuri’s neck. Shuri braced her hand on Riri’s shoulder as her neck was licked, nipped and sucked.

“That feels nice.” Shuri barely said above a whisper. She had come over fully prepared to take the lead, but didn’t mind the unfolding of these events.

Riri excitedly hummed in acknowledgement and drew away from her neck. She cupped Shuri’s waist but the clearing of her throat caught her attention.

“Why am I the only one naked?”

Riri’s eyes widened in realization, “Shit, sorry!”

Shuri shook her head, “Don’t worry about it.” She gestured to Riri’s clothes, “May I?”

Riri nodded and raised her arms as Shuri helped her out of her clothes, just as she did her.

Shuri couldn’t help her grin as she ogled her girlfriend’s form, but it was soon cut short by Riri’s eagerness.

“Okay, now, where were we?” Riri grinned as she slowly pushed Shuri onto the bed, followed by pressing kisses down her chest.

Riri’s mouth latched onto one of Shuri’s breasts and gently sucked it. Her tongue flicked her nipple until it pebbled.

Shuri gasped in a breath which was followed by a stifled moan.

Shuri felt a gentle kiss on her chin before Riri spoke up, “You don’t have to try to be quiet, Princess. I want to hear you. Can you do that for me?”

Shuri felt wetness permeate between her legs under the intensity of Riri’s gaze. She was unable to look away, she gave a nod, ”Okay, Riri.”

“Good.” She initiated a languid kiss while teasing her girlfriend’s nipple.

The stimulation getting the better of her, Shuri was unable to focus on the liplock. She panted against Riri’s lips while simultaneously squeezing the swell of her backside to get a grip on something.

Slick warmth pooled on Shuri’s stomach, which could have only come from Riri.

Not being able to help herself, Shuri teased the weeping slit of Riri’s entrance, causing the shorter girl to buck at the sensation.

“Is that okay?” Shuri paused, searching Riri’s face for any hesitation.

Riri gazed into Shuri’s eyes, “Yea. Yea. It’s fine. I was just caught by surprise. You can go ahead. It’s okay.”

Shuri found her place again, gently sliding her fingertips along Riri’s entrance, coating them in her essence, before finally reaching her clit. She softly rubbed circles onto the bundle of nerves while looking in awe at Riri’s reactions.

Eye contact had long been broken, her eyes were screwed shut as she basked in the sensations Shuri was giving her.

Shuri slowly slipped a finger into Riri’s center and was rewarded with a soul-suck clench around the digit.

Carefully, Shuri experimented with different rhythms until Riri vocalized, ”Mm, just like that baby.”

Pleased by the praise and not wanting to disappoint, Shuri kept her pace against Riri’s folds .

“Do you think you can handle another finger?”

“I’ll take whatever you give me. You’re making me feel so good.” Riri cupped the side of Shuri’s neck while giving her jaw lazy kisses.

Shuri added another finger while searching for one angle in particular, she propped a leg up in concentration. Sighing in dissatisfaction she unsheathed herself from Riri’s channel. Much to the other’s chagrin.

“Shuri, what the hell?” She whined.

“Raise your hips for me.”

Not needing to be told twice, she raised her hips, revealing a thin thread of slick that connected their bodies. Shuri swallowed at the sight, but remained focused on the task at hand.

She placed her hand between their bodies before her fingers found home within Riri once more.

“There we go.” She smiled up at her girlfriend.

Like a moth to fame, she immediately found what she was looking for. She caressed her fingers against the spongy surface of Riri’s walls.

“Oh, Bast, Shuri.” She moaned into Shuri’s ear. Her hips suddenly having a mind of their own, met the thrusts of Shuri’s fingers.

Using her free hand, she added pressure to Riri’s clit. Lost in the throes of pleasure, Riri bit into Shuri’s shoulder as the bouncing on her fingers grew more wanton; unfortunately, this caused Shuri’s fingers to slip out.

This caused Riri to whine in displeasure. She tried lowering her hips, but Shuri’s leg was in the way. So she found herself mindlessly humping her girlfriend’s thigh for release instead. Anything to regain the sensation she lost.

“C’mon babygirl, my fingers are better than my thighs. Let me help you. You’re almost there.” She playfully nipped Riri’s skin.

Riri eagerly accepted Shuri’s resumption of her ministrations, “You’re doing so good Princess.”

“Yea?” She looked up at her with a hooded gaze.

“Mhm.” Riri couldn’t think straight.

Shuri placed a kiss to her chest. “I should be telling you the same thing.” Another kiss. “You look so sexy like this.”

Riri’s breathing became even more labored, if that was even possible as her orgasm washed over her. Her blunted fingernails dug into Shuri’s waist as she rode out her climax.

Riri planted her head on Shuri’s chest to give herself a breather. Shuri gently wiped her brow, “Are you alright?”

Riri took a few breaths as the cloud of ecstasy cleared itself from her senses, “I’m blissed out right now, not gonna lie.”

“That’s good.” Shuri grinned, feeling proud of herself.

“Okay. Your turn!” She shot up with newfound energy and slowly made her way down Shuri’s body.

Shuri propped herself up on her elbows, “Are you sure? We can wait. We have the entire night and weekend.”

“Nah, you gotta get yours too. Just lay back and enjoy yourself, Princess.” She placed a kiss on Shuri’s stomach that left tingles in its wake.

Shuri parted her legs some more for Riri to have better access, causing the other to grin.

“You look good from this angle.” She placed one of Shuri’s legs over her shoulder and trailed kisses up her inner thigh.

Riri bit her lip to hold back a smile, but her efforts were futile. She coaxed Shuri’s slit, causing her to twitch. She gently parted her labia and took an experimental lick.

“Ooh!” Shuri threw her head back, trying to keep herself together. Riri barely did anything, but her breath alone was overstimulating.

Riri observed as Shuri’s chest heaved. Hm.

She gently sucked her clit next but Riri wasn’t prepared for her head to be ensnared between her thighs and a fist full of her hair.

“S-sorry, Riri.”

Before Shuri could free her girlfriend from her unintentional clutches, Riri’s sinuous tongue worked against her folds in ways Shuri never thought imaginable.

She couldn’t form a coherent thought and her grip had yet to loosen from Shuri’s hair. She ground her pussy against Riri’s tongue, chasing the release Riri was so dutifully trying to give her.

“Riri, Riri, Riri!”

Riri slurped and sucked all Shuri had to offer, thoroughly enjoying the fruits of her labour. She hummed in contentment.

Shuri whined, finally letting her hand out of Riri’s tresses.

Riri rose from her perch between Shuri’s legs and smile while she wiped her nose and mouth of wetness.

Shuri threw an arm over her eye as she caught her breath.

“Princess, you wanna taste yourself?” She felt Riri climb over her.

Shuri couldn’t even find it in herself to feel embarrassed. She chuckled at Riri’s proposition. She stuck out her tongue but wasn’t surprised when she felt her girlfriend sucking on it. She wrapped her arms around her middle to properly kiss her. She grabbed her ass for good measure.

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.” Riri mused.

“And I didn’t know you could work your hips like that.” She chuckled.

Riri grinned, “I found out I definitely love hair pulling. It’s so hot.”

“I found out I like biting.” She squeezed Riri closer.

“Wait, what? I bit you?” Her eyes roamed Shuri’s body for the offense, “I’m sorry.”

Shuri showed off the deep bite impression on her shoulder. “Don’t apologize. It happened when you orgasmed. I don’t think you broke the skin. But it felt so good. I loved it!” Shuri stretched and happily kicked her feet, slightly jostling Riri.

“Damn. I went primal.” She chuckled as she felt her body start to get tired.

She then grabbed a blanket at the foot of her bed and covered both of them with it.

“This was nice.” She hugged Riri under the sheets as her fatigue set in.

“It was. I’m excited to try other stuff too. But I’m beat right now.” She snuggled closer to Shuri.

Shuri stifled a yawn, “We don’t have to rush anything. We have the whole weekend to make our names.”

#shuri x riri #shuriri #shuri udaku #riri williams #black panther wakanda forever

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gh0stsp1d3r · 1 year

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Hi! Could you do a Tangerine x reader fic where Tangerine asks the reader to marry him and it possibly leads to something else? Thanks.

gif made by: @konront

Thanks for the request!

Warning- Slight Smut, Mention of pregnancy and children

I’m really rusty at writing smut 😭 my other blog was made forever ago so I kinda forgot how to but hopefully this is good enough

Tangerine was scared. Which wasn’t something he usually felt. Usually, all he would have to worry about was jobs. But the white death is dead now, and he quit doing contract work. So now, he was working at a grocery store, and he didn’t have to worry so much.

But he was scared because of the possibility of rejection. What if you don’t want to get married? There’s a lot that could happen.

Recently, he saw some married couples in public along with their children or child. Before this, he’s never thought of wanting children or being married. But he didn’t have to be scared that one day, he’d go on a job and he wouldn’t come back home to you.

He would have loved to see you pregnant.

You’ve been dating for years, but he really wanted to take another step in the relationship.

He had planned months ahead, he already had a ring, a place, and he had some friends help. (Lemon definitely was excited when tangerine told him)

♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎

The next day, he told you to get dressed in something nice (he didn’t really care) and be ready at 8 pm.

You said okay, a bit confused but did it nonetheless. When you asked where you were going he said it was a secret. It was a beach. When you left the car you were still slightly confused on why you were dressed nicely to go to the beach.

“C’mon.” He said nervously as he opened your car door.

He checked his phone and lemon sent him a text “I see you 👀 good luck mate.”

Tangerine mentally groaned. Of course he was here.

Tangerine made it look like it was an innocent date, you guys went to a nice restaurant on the beach, and then he led you back.

“Thanks for today. It was amazing.” You smiled and kissed him on the cheek. But then he grabbed your hand and led you up to a walkway.

The walkway was full of flowers, with rose petal on the ground. It had the perfect view of the sunset behind them.

“It’s so pretty.” You muttered and looked at the water. Behind you, he got on his knees and pulled the ring out of his pocket.

When you looked back, you didn’t see him automatically. But when you did, your mouth went agape.

“(Your name), I’ve loved you since I’ve first seen you. You’re my favorite person. You’re the only person I wanna see when I wake up in the morning. You’re the only person I can see me being with. You’re the most special, gorgeous person I’ve ever seen. So.. will you marry me?”

Your eyes watered slightly and you were shocked as you nodded.

He slid the ring on your finger and smiled widely. He stood up and you quickly hugged him, he had the widest smile you’ve ever seen him have on his whole life.

“I love you, so so much.” He said, as he kissed you.

Lemon and a few of yours and his friends came out from nearby bushes and cheered you guys on.

❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎

Tangerine thanked everyone for coming and setting up, he also paid them but that was before.

When you got back in the car, he looked at you and smiled.

“Bet you weren’t expecting that, were you?” He said, fixing his hair in the rear view mirror.

“Not at all.”

“When we get home, I have another surprise for you.” He smirked.

♥︎♥︎♥︎♥︎

When you guys finally got home, as soon as he opened and closed the door he didn’t give you a second.

He immediately had his hands on you, kissing you as your moans started to fill the empty house.

“T, can we at least go to- to the room?” You said, breathlessly as he nodded.

“Ladies first.” He said as soon as you stepped close to the room. You rolled your eyes and got onto the bed anyways. He smirked and immediately made his way to you. He stared down at you underneath him, as you kissed again.

It was gonna be a long night.

#tangerine x reader #bullet train #aaron taylor johnson #bullet train x reader #tangerine #tangerine bullet train

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idy-ll-ique · 2 years

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Hi,I'm glad you're back now.

If you don't mind, can I have a request about

alpha!Bucky and Beta!reader？

maybe they are roommates and Bucky finds out that reader's scent can calm him down in pre-rut.

Also Bucky would be possessive and overprotective about reader in his rut.

most fluff and some smut maybe?🥰🥰

butterfly

pairing: alpha!bucky barnes x f!beta!reader

genre: omegaverse, fluff, smut

warnings: no explicit sex, but mentions of masturbation

requested: by anon :D

prompt: see above

word count: ~4k

summary: bucky's going into rut. y/n volunteers to help him. feelings come out.

author's note: hiya peeps! okay first of all, i'd like to apologise to anon if this is not upto par, the truth is i don't know jack shit about the omegaverse and just to write this fic, i had to open google like a million times. but i was determined to make it as omegaverse-accurate as possible, so that you guys can have a good time. hope anon and everyone else likes it! enjoy!

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God, what the fuck…

Bucky groaned and turned on his side, adjusting himself before trying (and failing miserably) to fall asleep. He'd been trying for hours. No matter what he did, he couldn't bring himself to have his goodnight's sleep; something was bothering him, something within his body— oh. No. Bucky haphazardly sat up, running his fingers through his long hair. "It can't be," he mumbled to himself, getting up to check the calendar kept on his desk.

The last time was 5 months ago. It was natural for an alpha to go into rut a couple times a year, so this wasn't… something to be alarmed about. But the question is, what was Bucky supposed to do now? "I can't," he sighed and went back to bed, laying down. The symptoms would start kicking in soon, he realised; just as the thought crossed his mind, his body started feeling— different. Heat rushed through his entire body as his blood ran south. "Not now, fuck," Bucky hissed.

At least he knew now why he was feeling restless. Deciding to get himself a glass of water, Bucky somehow stumbled out of bed and walked towards the kitchen, passing by his roommate's bedroom. She was an unmated beta; a nice woman, and Bucky would be lying if he said he didn't have any kinds of feelings for her. Y/N was her name, she was— extraordinary. Yes, betas were as ordinary as can be, but to him, she was magical.

Pausing right outside her room, Bucky gently pushed the door open and peeked in. There she was, sleeping peacefully without a care in the world, her blankets off her. Bucky gulped when he noticed the way her tank top had ridden up in her sleep; she wore the shortest shorts, too… He gripped the doorframe tight as he felt his cock getting hard just looking at her. "Ruts are the worst when you don't have a mate," he whispered to himself before letting go of the doorframe.

He entered her room to fix her blanket; as he got closer to her, he stopped. Bucky sniffed the air; her scent. Betas did not have strong scents as compared to alphas or omegas, but their scents were distinct nonetheless. And Bucky… liked hers? He'd never gotten within a foot's distance of her, and even when he had, he had not noticed her scent. But now, while going into a rut… Her smell was majestic. It was so beautiful, that Bucky simply stood there next to her bed, staring at her.

He felt… calm. It was like the restlessness he'd been feeling since a few hours just vanished into thin air. How? "Who are you, Y/N?" After fixing her blanket, Bucky left her room and went to the kitchen. As soon as he left her room, all his restlessness came back. "What the fuck," Bucky cursed and got himself a glass of water.

But as he sat at the dining table, simply staring at the glass kept in front of him, he felt someone's presence in the living room. Turning around, he saw Y/N walking in, sleepily rubbing her eyes. "Buck, you're still awake? Is everything okay?" He smiled apologetically. "Did I wake you up? I'm sorry, little one." She chuckled and shook her head, plopping down on the sofa cross-legged. "No worries, I sensed that something was up. Why aren't you asleep yet?" Bucky sighed, wondering whether to tell her or not.

"You're going into a rut."

Instant whiplash. Bucky's head snapped in her direction, a look of disbelief on his face. Y/N laughed a little. "Sorry, I mean, the symptoms are all there, plus your scent is a little stronger than usual… I know you don't have a mate yet, so if you want, I'll help in any way I can." Bucky's eyes widened at her offer. "You don't know what you're offering, little one, don't say that." Her eyes went wide as well. "No! Not sex, no! I mean… I've heard cuddles and stuff works too… and you might get a fever or something so I'll look after you, all I'm saying…"

Bucky felt relief at her words. "You wanna cuddle with me?" he smirked, loving the way her cheeks heated up. "Only to help with your… condition," she mumbled and got up, sitting next to him. But as she did, once again being within a foot's distance of him, he started feeling calm. Just like he had in her bedroom. "You—" he blurted out, "Can you just sit there, please?" Y/N's brows furrowed as she picked up the jug of water kept on the table and a glass.

"What's up?"

"Don't go," he insisted. Something must be the reason. Y/N placed her palm on Bucky's face, caressing his soft, stubble-covered cheek. "I did promise you I'll help in any way that I can, so I guess…" Bucky kept his empty glass down as she picked up her full one. They maintained eye-contact while she finished her glass of water. "How's Steve doing?" Steve, last name Rogers, was Y/N's older brother and an alpha. He was also Bucky's childhood best friend, hence why Steve allowed him and Y/N to be roommates.

"He's okay. I guess I can't invite him over for 2-3 weeks, now, can I?" Y/N chuckled. Bucky forced a smile. "Yeah." He missed his friend. Steve had a mate already, her name was Peggy, Peggy Rogers née Carter. She was an alpha herself, and even though two alphas bonding was relatively unheard of, Steve and Peggy were happy. "Go to sleep, Bucky, goodnight." Before she could leave Bucky caught her wrist. He couldn't let the source of his calmness go.

"Will you," he blurted out, "Will you please sleep with me tonight?" Y/N burst out laughing. "I already told you, Buck, no sex—" He shook his head. "No, I mean, next to me, please. It's… it's something I'm testing out." Y/N's brows furrowed as she sat next to him again. "Testing out? What?" Bucky cleared his throat and looked away. "When I came into your room to check on you— I— I noticed your scent." Y/N raised an eyebrow.

"I liked it," he continued, "It… made me calm. Please, Y/N, two weeks, I'll not bother you after that." She clicked her tongue and pulled the man into her arms immediately, giving him a hug. The truth was, just as Bucky liked her, Y/N liked him. Ever since they'd met, she'd harboured a massive crush on him, not knowing he felt the same way. That's why she was so adamant on helping him; maybe while taking care of him now they'd grow closer, and something will happen…

Y/N knew that in front of an omega, she had no chance, but she had never explicitly heard him saying that he wanted to mate with an omega and an omega only. It was quite the opposite; Bucky wanted a beta. Specifically, he wanted Y/N. The heart loves who it loves. Bucky quietly wrapped his arms around her waist, his face buried in her neck. Her scent was even stronger now, and Bucky instantly relaxed into her arms.

"You know I'll help you, Bucky," she mumbled to him, "Let's go to bed now, come on." Both of them got up and headed to Bucky's room. When Y/N walked in, his scent that filled the entire room hit her in the face like a sack of wet mice; she coughed a bit, taking deep breaths from her mouth until she got used to the scent. "That was too much for you, huh?" Bucky laughed seeing her reaction. She gently hit his shoulder and sat next to him as he lay down on his bed.

"Goodnight, little one, go to sleep soon," he warned her and closed his eyes, finally falling into the peaceful slumber he'd wanted since the beginning of the night. Y/N, meanwhile, looked around his room a little more; she adored it. She hadn't expected him to be a neat freak but he was, his room was super clean, and everything was in its designated place. His desk was clear, except for a diary, a pen, a laptop, its charger and a table lamp. "He keeps a diary?" she whispered to herself.

Wow. One surprise after another. After a quick scrutiny of his room, Y/N went to lay down too but paused when the urge to pee hit her. "Damn it." She got up and left Bucky's room to go to her own bathroom.

When she came back Bucky was awake, looking around his room, lost. "Bucky!" He looked at her and sighed with relief. "I woke up. Where'd you go?" Y/N sat next to him and poked his nose.

"Went to pee, idiot."

He tittered and lay down, this time, pulling her down with him. "Bucky, that tickles!" Y/N giggled when his arm went around her waist as the other pulled the blankets on both of them. "I'm not letting you go this time, missy, stay right here." Her cheeks were heated as she calmed down, relaxing in his arms. Why, pray tell, had they never cuddled before?! They'd known each other for years! "This is nice," Bucky muttered exactly what they were thinking. "Yeah," she whispered back.

"Goodnight, my little butterfly." A new nickname. Y/N laughed a bit and shifted closer to him. "Butterfly?" He hummed. "You're my little butterfly." He absolutely adored the way she snuggled further into his arms, burying her face in his chest. Why couldn't it be like this always, and not only for the sake of relieving his restlessness? "If Steve catches you saying that you're dead."

"Only if I die."

"You sound like Thor!" Y/N cackled and Bucky laughed along. "Enough now princess, both of us need sleep." The laughter quieted down and silence filled the room as both Bucky and Y/N closed their eyes.

"Ai ai ai, I'm your little butterfly, green black and blue make the colours in the sky—"

"Shut up, I swear to God."

"Sorry, my Samurai."

"Y/N."

"..."

"I'm sorry, my little butterfly, please continue with your silly lullaby."

"Ai-ai-ai, ai-ai-ai, ai-ai-ai, where's my Samurai?"

"I'm right here."

"Okay, okay, I'll stop."

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If Bucky thought his pre-rut was bad, the first day of the actual rut made Bucky want to pull his hair out and eat it. He'd been lying in bed all day, constantly feverish, and heaven knew he'd pleasured himself more than 5 times just that afternoon. Y/N had gone to work; as much as he wanted to keep her locked in the room with him, he knew her work was important so he didn't. "Ah, oh fuck," he hissed as his hand leisurely stroked his cock.

Images appeared in front of his closed eyes; Y/N. Y/N with her pretty smile. Y/N wearing a gorgeous pink sundress. Y/N wearing a bikini, at the beach, with him. Y/N wearing lingerie. Y/N wearing her tank top and shorts from last night. Y/N wearing… nothing. The perfect curves of her breasts, her waist, her hips, her thighs, her butt— Bucky groaned loudly as he came for the umpteenth time that day. Most of the time, his last thought was about Y/N as he orgasmed.

The other times, he'd watched porn. Cleaning himself with the towel that had been lying next to him since morning, Bucky sat up and stared at his erection. Why wouldn't it go away?! He grumbled and got up, pulling his boxers on. The jug of water on his nightstand was empty; grabbing it, he went to fill it up. But as he stood in the kitchen, he suddenly heard the main door opening. "Bucky, I'm home! I bought take out!" He smiled widely. "Y/N, in the kitchen."

She walked in and her smile faltered. Shirtless. She'd never seen him shirtless… Her gaze appreciatively raked over his body, and she cleared her throat when she saw his erection that formed a tent in his pants. "Food," she mumbled and went to keep the bags on the dining table. Bucky had noticed it all; he smirked a little and followed her outside. Keeping the jug of water next to the bags, Bucky trapped her between the table and his arms.

"I missed you today," he whispered huskily and Y/N looked into his eyes, alarmed. Do his eyes look more… golden than usual? "What are you doing?" she whispered back and Bucky growled softly, slamming his fist on the table. "I've known you for years, my little butterfly," he snarled, "I've liked you for years, ever since we were young. Why didn't you tell me you felt the same way?!" Caught. Y/N cleared her throat and looked down. "I thought you'd prefer… an omega…"

"An omega? When someone like you exists? Never in a million years, sweetheart. We've been living together for some time now, we always take care of each other, why do you think I do it? Why do you think I don't bring anyone home? The same reason that you don't, pretty face, because the one I like is already at home, with me." Y/N's eyes threatened to fill with tears. The whole time, he felt the same? It was like a dream come true.

Slowly leaning on her tiptoes, Y/N pecked his lips. "I love you." Oh, how he'd been dying to hear those words fall out of her mouth. "I love you too, my little butterfly," he choked out, his throat closing up from all the emotions he felt. Happiness, regret, relief, sadness… His hands reached up and he cupped her cheeks, pulling her into a proper kiss. Y/N kissed him back, a lone teardrop sliding down her cheek. Bucky, when he felt it, pulled away.

His thumb flicked the tear off. "Now now, little one, don't cry. I'm right here, I'll take care of you. Shh, baby," he chuckled softly as she buried her face in his chest, sobbing a little. "I never thought you'd feel the same," she wailed, "I'm so glad you do." Bucky hugged her tighter. "Nonsense. The only girl, the only woman I've ever looked at in that way is you. Now I know why your scent calmed me down, why it always, unconsciously, calms me down. Whether I knew it or not, you've always been the one, doll."

"I'm hungry," she murmured into his chest. "Ah, of course, of course." Pulling away, Bucky sat on a chair but before Y/N could sit on another one, he pulled her on his lap, holding her close. "This is your seat for the next two weeks, my love, if you ever think of leaving the house, I swear—" Y/N laughed and flicked his forehead. "What if I have to buy groceries?" He shrugged. "I'll come with you. No one touches what's mine, no one even looks at what's mine."

"With your constant erection? I'll pass." Y/N cheekily rubbed her butt against his hard-on, making him choke on his own spit. "Don't fucking do that, please, I'm already sore as it is," he groaned and Y/N laughed harder. "How many times did you jerk off today? 10? 20?" Bucky smacked her thigh in warning. "Around 7, or 8, I think. My dick hurts, baby, but it won't fucking go down."

"Aw, I'm sorry! Just a few more days!" With that, they took out the food Y/N had bought; pizzas. They talked about their day as they had their food, and occasionally about what their supposed future would be, too. "Will you be my mate, little butterfly?" Bucky questioned as Y/N finished the last slice. She looked up mid bite, blinking. "A-Are you sure?" Bucky smiled and rubbed her thigh. "You don't have to answer now, think about it first. But I'd love it if you said yes."

The thought had crossed her mind several times. What would it be like to be Bucky's mate? Heaven, that's what. "I'll think about it," she mumbled, accepting Bucky's kiss on her cheek. She quickly finished her pizza and got off of Bucky's lap, picking up all the empty boxes. Bucky helped her tidy up the dining area and kitchen; after that, they went to their own rooms to get ready for the night.

Y/N shamelessly put on her most revealing clothes; a tank top she'd borrowed from Bucky and her shortest shorts. Well, borrowed would be a wrong word since she— stole it— but she loved it too much! It was too big on her; when she put it on, the sides went so low that the sides of her boobs were visible and the neckline also went so low that her cleavage was visible. Then she brushed her teeth, checked herself in the mirror once and went to Bucky's room.

Bucky sat impatiently on his bed, waiting for her. He wore nothing but a pair of silk pyjama shorts, and his dick, oh God, his dick was still hard. "Hi Buck!" Whirling around, his jaw dropped when he saw her standing there wearing his tank top. His shirt. When did she get it? "Where are your pants?!" She lifted the hem of the tank top to reveal her too short shorts. Bucky groaned audaciously, palming himself through his shorts. "You're gonna be the fucking death of me, doll."

Laying next to him, aware of his every move, Y/N draped her leg over his, much too close to his erection. "Let's sleep." With his head thrown back, Bucky moaned. "Stop doing that, I agreed to your promise of no sex." Y/N clicked her tongue, shifting even closer to him. "That was before I knew you liked me. I take it back." He placed his hand on her thigh in warning. "I'll not be responsible for what happens to you, I swear."

"Bring it on, soldier."

"You asked, bunny."

Y/N gasped when she was suddenly flipped on her back, Bucky laying above her propped up on his elbows. It was a long night…

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"Hey, Y/N!"

"Hey, punk."

"O-Oh, hey, man, where's Y/N?" Bucky turned to see the unconscious figure lying next to him in bed. "She's still asleep." Steve checked his watch. "It's 11:30 am, I purposely called late but she's still asleep… did she go out last night, what…?" Bucky smirked, lying back down with his arm underneath his head, his head placed on the open palm of his hand. "She didn't go out, but she's tired. A lot. Sore, even."

Steve took a few moments to process his words. "Did you fucking have sex with my sister?!" he proceeded to scream and Bucky winced, pulling the phone away from his ear. "Jeez, calm down, we've liked each other for a long time, it's not a one-time thing." Steve stammered incoherently on the other end. "I know you two have, why do you think I allowed her to stay with you?! I just… you don't tell brothers that stuff, come on…" Bucky laughed at that, before realising.

"Wait what, you— you knew?!"

"No shit, Sherlock. I could tell, Becca could tell, my mom could tell, your mom could tell, everyone could tell except you two. You're made for each other, you know, both of you daft as fuck." It was Bucky's turn to stammer incoherently. "Well I guess I— I really do love her, Steve." Steve smiled. "I know you do, Bucky. I guess I can call you my brother now; you will become my brother-in-law, won't you?" Bucky chuckled.

"I'd be damned if I don't."

"Buck, who's on the phone?" Turning next to him, Bucky crooned when Y/N sleepily stirred herself awake. "It's my brother-in-law." Steve laughed on the other side, sending a quick smile to Peggy who sat next to him as Y/N blinked at Bucky a couple times before rolling her eyes and snatching the phone. "Hey loser, what do you want?" she greeted Steve and he faked an offended gasp. "I'm still your older brother, Y/N, Jesus. Anyway, Peggy and I are throwing a party tonight."

Y/N sat up at that. "Tonight? Bucky and I won't be able to make it tonight, is it something special? If it is, I'll come, but Bucky can't." Steve's brows furrowed, but then he realised. "It's not something urgent, we were just going to invite some friends over for dinner. We all haven't met in a long time, right? If… I mean, Bucky is… don't worry, we can host the party a few weeks later." Y/N's eyes lit up. "Yeah, thank you! That works well!"

"Great. Okay, love you, bye! Hold on, hold on, hold on, Peggy wants to say hi."

The voice switched. "Hi Y/N! How are you doing, sweetheart?" Y/N smiled widely. "Hello Peggy! I've missed you so much!" On both ends, the men miserably watched as their ladies talked on the phone. 15 minutes, then half an hour, then 45 minutes, and finally an hour passed but the conversation refused to end. "And then I ran into Sam a couple days ago, his new girlfriend is gorgeous!" Peggy gushed and Y/N squealed.

Bucky stared at the wall ahead of him, bored, as he held Y/N in his arms, his chin resting on her shoulder from behind. Steve, on the other hand, held Peggy's hand, rubbing circles on her palm with his thumb as he waited for the chat to end. "Is she?! Did you talk to them, what does she do?" Bucky groaned under his breath. "I think she's a police officer, she has a high rank if I remember correctly." Steve threw his head back with a deep sigh.

Finally, when the time neared an hour and a half, both men snatched the phones from their ladies at the same time. "You'll get to meet her in a few days, talk to your heart's content then!" Bucky insisted and Y/N chuckled, covering her mouth. "Oops, sorry! Okay okay, you can talk to Steve now." Bucky held the phone to his ear. "Hello?" "Hey Buck. "Okay, goodbye." "Bye." Y/N rolled her eyes as Bucky ended the call.

"Well it's not our fault men don't have nothing to talk about," she huffed and Bucky pulled her closer. "We talked before you and Peggy did, we didn't have anything else to say. Besides, if you chat with Peggy for hours now, what will you talk about at the party?" Y/N realised he had a point. "Hm, good point." Giving Bucky a quick kiss, Y/N got out of his arms and stood up, only to stumble as her legs gave out on her. But before she could fall, two strong arms pulled her to a firm body.

"I tired you out, huh?" Bucky asked cockily as he carried her bridal style out of his room, towards her own. "Nah, more like I got cramps in my legs from sitting and talking to Peggy for an hour." Bucky sputtered indignantly as she offered him a nonchalant smile. "But I have to have done some damage—"

"You're losing your edge, old man."

"Is it?! Well I'll show you, I've got high libido for a few more weeks, by the end of it let's see if you can even sit up." Y/N gasped, hitting Bucky's shoulder. "I have to work!" He tsked. "I don't give a shit. You challenged me, my little butterfly, you have to face the consequences." She huffed and rested her head on his shoulder. "You're lucky I like you, old man." Bucky smiled, kissing her forehead. "I love you too, my bunny."

"Ai ai ai, I'm your—"

"If I hear that song one more time I will kick you out of the house."

"Great, I'll go live with Steve and complain that you kicked me out and then he'll come to beat your ass while Peggy and I can continue our conversation."

"We'll see who beats whose ass."

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a/n: thanks for reading, leave a like if you enjoyed! (also, to the others who have requested fics, your prompts are safe in my box, and i promise i'm working on them! they'll be out soon! :D

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sprout-fics · 5 months

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I dont know if this’ll make sense so I will try my best, but I hope in the end it’ll just help ease the anxiety you might have cause I’m normally a silent observer and like watching and reading and enjoying from afar

But you know Christmas cacti? It’s a plain little succulent that quietly makes a space in your home green and pleasant? But during the cold months it’ll make these bright beautiful flowers that are just so vibrant and pretty compared to the leaves and it’s hard not to look at cause gosh is it pretty. And they’ll stay for some time, a good couple of weeks, and then the blooms will fall off and it’s back to its sleepy self again till next season.

That’s how I come to this blog, and your writing. It’s so lovely, even when you haven’t posted anything. It’s a comfort to come back to and I enjoy each and every time cause it was great from the beginning. And when you post something new, it’s so exciting and I come running.

So if you find yourself just wanting to sit back, not posting so often, I’m very sure so many of us will come flocking to your writings or posts anyways cause even if it doesn’t last long or forever or it’s only a short time, we’ll enjoy what you have to give cause it’s a treat every single time. Like a Christmas cactus

Does that make sense? Anyways. I will always look forward for what you have to give, even if it’s weeks, months, or years in between each release of anything. Cause it’s worth it to me and it’ll feel just as good as the first, second, and third time, ya know?

Happy belated birthday, sorry I didn’t say it sooner, but take care of yourself. You deserve every good that you get so take it! 😊

I've read this message several times within the past day. I think it's one of the sweetest, kindest, most thoughtful messages I've ever had the pleasure to receive. I wish I had words to express how much I cherish it. I am so honored to be the recipient of this.

I used to feel the same way about this blog. It was a shelter from the rainstorm, a gentle place to land. Now, it makes me anxious and nervous- like being thrust outside into a gale and not knowing where to go. I think it's time I take a long, very long break. I tried to take one a little bit ago, but I don't think it solved the root issue of why I'm not enjoying myself, whatever that may be. I wish I knew. I wish I knew so I could fix it.

I'll be gone for a while. I'll still be uploading to ao3, but I don't find myself having the energy to crosspost here anymore. I'm not going to stop writing, but I am going to start doing it in a way where I'm writing for myself again, and not for others. I need to find the thing that made me start writing in the first place, so that if and when I come back, it will be through joy, not through an obligation of doing things just to do them. I have to stop treating myself like a content machine.

I'll still reblog things to @sprout-fics-reblogs probably. I like being here and seeing others' art and fics. I just won't be posting myself. I think I'm going to turn off asks as well. Just trying to shrink down and allow this blog to go dormant.

I appreciate every single person who has reached out to me. I have so many kind people following me and I think I take that for granted sometimes. Thank you. If you want to reach out to me, feel free to DM me, and I'll send you my discord.

Talk soon. Thank you. I love you. Bye.

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vaporwavebeach-writes · 1 year

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Brawls, Bruises, and New Beginnings

Cedric Diggory x gn! Reader

(1,528 words)

Reader gets into a heated tussle with a bully. You and Cedric exchange a few words while in the hospital wing.

Warnings/Tags: physical fighting, violence, injuries, intrusive thoughts, mentions of an emotionally abusive friendship, love confessions (finally something good!!)

Notes: saw cursed child on broadway and it got me back into my hp interest so obviously I had to write something about it, also we need more tough y/n rep so here’s that, enjoy the fic lol

“Hey! The fuck did you say?” You snapped, immediately getting to your feet and storming into the face of Millicent Bulstrode.

“Excuse me?” She asked, taken aback.

“Don’t you even start with me, we all heard what you said.” You looked over to Hermione, who seemed to be holding back tears, and then back to Millicent who stared back at you savagely. “Loud and clear.”

Millicent, never moving, stood her ground. “And what is it did I say exactly?” She mocked.

“You tell me, asswipe.” You came closer. You fixed your gaze on Millicent intensely. “Just know that if you say the exact words, you’re in serious shit.”

Millicent took a step back and scoffed. “Well it’s not MY fault the mudblood’s such-” You cut her off by decking her in the face.

“Wrong answer, shithead.”

The group that was beginning to form at the commotion gasped as Millicent stumbled back. After realizing there was an audience, Millicent got up and grabbed you by the collar. “You’re going to regret that!” She growled, throwing you into the ground.

You felt like the wind was knocked out of you as Millicent got on top of you. You could see she was winding up to return the punch. Thinking quickly, you reached up to scratch your nails into her neck. Millicent let out a harsh gasp and gripped at the reddened streaks on her neck. While she was distracted, you made an effort to get back up, but were rammed against a tree when she got her footing, throwing sloppy punches at one another the whole way. Adrenaline ripping through you.

“Is that all you got? Cmon! I like it rough!” You barked out a laugh as her fist repeatedly collided with your face. As you were getting punched, your head began to go fuzzy. You could hardly notice the prefects making their way to the area. It was then that you locked eyes with Cedric Diggory.

In that brief moment you felt weak. It wasn’t the punches or the pain that made you weak, but the look on his face. Were you seriously letting yourself lose a fight? In front of Cedric Diggory? The Cedric Diggory that you befriended and had a crush on for several months? That Cedric Diggory?

With that thought in mind, you brought your knee into Millicent’s stomach, leaving her on the ground with the wind knocked out of her, and you, victorious with a busted lip and several fresh bruises as a trophy.

As if your head wasn’t dizzy enough, Professor Mcgonagall had eventually made her way to you in all the commotion. Her angry scolding only worsened the pounding in your head. You had only managed to comprehend a few words of her rant.

“Detention! And fifty points from BOTH your houses!” Cedric and another girl from his house came forward. “Mr. Diggory, please have yourself and Ms. Abbott escort these two to the infirmary on OPPOSITE ENDS.” And with that, she stormed off.

The hospital wing was peaceful at dusk. The sun was still up, but down just enough for the sun’s brilliant golden rays to seep in through the windows. It was only you at the moment. Everyone else had left. Millicent had gone a couple hours ago, but Madam Pomfrey had insisted that you stay for the night. She believed you had suffered a minor concussion after getting your head knocked into by the tree. Unable to argue with her, you spent the rest of the day laying in bed staring at the ceiling, alone with your thoughts.

Cedric knew you were a hothead, but what was he going to think of you after this? Truthfully, you didn’t at all regret what you did. Millicent is one of Draco’s cronies who likes to needlessly shit on people for reasons as ridiculous as blood status. Hermione is one of the coolest classmates you know, even if you didn’t talk a lot, seeing her get insulted and get called derogatory names made your blood boil. But did it really make you angry, or were you just looking for a fight? Maybe a little of both.

Or were you?

Maybe, you’re just a violent person. Or perhaps you were looking for every excuse you could to just beat the shit out of her. You liked it, didn’t you? Of course you did. You would gladly do it again. You bet Cedric is gonna think you’re a real piece of shit for this one, huh? There’s no way he’s gonna talk to you or still be your friend after this. Cedric’s a nice boy. He’s so sweet, and kind. He’s the complete opposite of you. Why would such a nice boy ever want to be with a sadistic, violent, hateful-

“Hey there.” His soft voice was able to free you from your intrusive mental prison.

“Hey Cedric,” you sat up, voice full of relief. “Didn’t expect you to be here.”

“I wanted to see how you were feeling, you’re not in too much pain are you?” He asked.

“Not really, just a little sore is all.” You replied. You ran your thumb against your cut up lip and bruised cheek, slightly wincing at light pressure. “At least I got these though, I think they look kinda cool.” You chuckled.

Cedric grinned, “Hermione told me what happened, and I know that as a prefect I’m not really supposed to take sides,” Cedric set himself down of your bed. “But I thought what you did, was admirable.”

You blinked. Admirable? “Really?”

“And I’ll admit, I didn’t know you knew how to fight, especially like that,” Cedric chuckled.

“Thanks,” you grinned. “That’s actually good to hear.”

“Why’s that?” Cedric asked.

“I thought you’d be mad at me,” you looked down, averting his gaze. “You know, for getting needlessly violent.” Looking down at the bruises on your arms, you gently began to trace them. “Usually when I start to get physical, people uh, tend to not wanna be around me anymore.”

“What? Why would you think that?” Cedric asked patiently.

“Because there was this one time with my old muggle friends,” you began. “They didn’t realize that this one girl in the group was a horrible person, draining all of us with her lies and emotional abuse, you know how it is.”

“Not exactly, but please continue.”

You looked up at Cedric, who was listening intently. “Okay, so anyway we were all at a birthday party and she was bugging me all night and then, she got physical with me.” Sitting up, you continued. “Long story short, I defended myself and kicked her ass while doing it, and the rest of the friend group was totally mortified, in that moment, I saw the look in their eyes, and it was fear, anger, or something like that, and I could see that they thought I was fucked up for beating her up even though deep down, we were all her victims.”

You paused, fingers beginning to fidget with your bruises. “Eventually, the rest of us came back together after that whole fiasco and got over it, but at that time, I knew the hurt and lies and manipulation wouldn’t stop unless someone did something about it, but in that moment when I threw that first punch, they couldn’t see that.” You gazed into Cedric’s eyes for a brief moment and saw something you had never seen before: Understanding. Your voice softened, “I didn’t want to lose you like I lost them, not even for a minute like that.”

Cedric’s look of understanding turned compassionate. “I’m sorry.” He said.

“No need to apologize, I mean, I’m sorry I started it, I didn’t have a choice,” You sighed and closed your eyes. “I’m sorry I’m such a shitty person.”

“That’s not true.” You felt Cedric’s hand on yours. “I get it,” he leaned in. “You feel guilty, and it’s understandable.” His thumb began tracing over your bruises, stopping your fidgeting. “You’re not a terrible person for defending others or yourself, it just shows that you are an incredibly strong person who isn’t afraid to stand up for things you believe in.”

“Thanks,” you whispered. “That actually means a lot, and I uh, really do appreciate it.”

“No, thank you,” Cedric leaned in, pressing his lips softly against yours. “Thank you for being so courageous.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest as your lips parted slightly. For a few moments you were motionless, completely surprised, staring at him until your increasing giddiness forced out a giggle. “What was that for?”

“You said you didn’t want to lose me,” He smiled softly, not taking his eyes off yours. “This is my way of showing you that it won’t happen.” Cedric gently took your bandaged hand and interlaced his fingers with yours. “I really like you, you know?”

Your cheeks flushed at the intensity of his gaze. “I’m glad the feeling’s mutual.” You grinned and and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into an embrace to kiss him again. This time longer, more passionate, and more gentle, with the added assurance of knowing that despite it all, you wouldn’t lose Cedric.

#cedric diggory x reader #cedric diggory x you #cedric diggory imagine #cedric diggory x gn reader #harry potter imagine #harry potter x reader #cedric diggory #cedric diggory fanfic #mia writes harry potter!!!

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bettsfic · 1 year

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2023 WIP cleanout

a couple years ago i did a major WIP cleanout and it was very satisfying, and i've been bummed out lately so i'm doing it again to cheer myself up.

i have about 200k worth of unposted/unfinished fic, and i'd like to make a decent dent in that. when i listed out my WIPs i was surprised to find that most of them i'd written past the 50% mark and for whatever reason, the fic went an unanticipated direction. instead of fixing it, i moved on. the problem is that usually the unanticipated direction is something cool and that i want to pursue, but would make the fic longer and more complicated than i want it to be, and more work than i want to put into it. once i get enough distance from a fic, it's a lot easier to see how to get it back on track.

there are many things i set down and never think about again, but if it sticks in my head for longer than a couple months, then i know i need to come back to it eventually.

so this is my accountability thread! and i'm going to lay out the steps i took to triage these fics and get them posted, in case it helps anyone struggling with the same problem.

here are the things on my WIP cleanout list:

(Organic Chemistry isn't on this list because i'm actively working on it, albeit slowly)

Wind of the New World

Annie/Finnick, The Hunger Games (ASE epilogue)

started August 2020

this one is what inspired the cleanout, and as of yesterday it is DONE and POSTED. for the longest time it sat at about 7k when i knew it would be 10k, and i couldn't make myself write the last 3k because somehow it turned into a threesome fic with Gale and it took me a loooong time to let go of that idea. also, it required a lot of canon knowledge, which faded the longer i kept it on the backburner.

to finish it, i:

killed a few darlings (Finnick's crush on Gale)

down drafted the scenes i hadn't yet written

reread ASE while taking notes

rewatched Mockingjay 2 while taking notes

transcribed several scenes of Mockingjay 2

made a punch list of things i wanted to fix/rearrange/expand on

up drafted, dental drafted, and posted

completing it took about 15 hours across 3 days.

Stray

Lumine/Razor, Genshin Impact

started April 2021

this is an alternate beginning to genshin where the traveler finds Razor instead of Paimon. it stalled out at 5k because i wanted it to be rated M and i also wanted the characters to get all the way to Liyue, but both of those things were far more work than i wanted to put into it. so now it'll be rated G and end when they reach Mondstadt. i don't anticipate it will be more than 7k.

Before the Suns Rise

Anakin/Padme/Obi-Wan, Star Wars

started June 2022

this one is nearly 45k and about 95% done. i set it down because 1) i got to the threesome part and writing threesomes is hard, 2) i hadn't watched the Clone Wars or Rebels yet and so i was self-conscious about my knowledge of canon, and 3) i got distracted by Lemon.

another thing that a lot of these WIPs have in common is that they're very closely tied to canon and therefore have Plot and even though i can do Plot, i find it exhausting and a little tedious.

this is a post-Vader, alt-OWK timeline fic. in the 20+ star wars fics i've written, only 5 of them are in any way related to canon, and they're all one-shots. so this one is going to be hard.

i anticipate it'll only take 5k to finish, for a total of 50k and 14 chapters.

Patronage

Seungho/Nakyum, Painter of the Night

started October 2021

this is my Patreon AU that's over 10k already. in it, Seungho is married to Jihwa (and cheating on him with Nakyum) and i wanted to write the whole thing through to their divorce (and Seungho Getting A Real Job), but that is just. a lot. so i'm going to write only to Seungho finally giving in to his feelings for Nakyum, with the knowledge that after season 4 is finished, i may want to continue it as a series and write the latter half as i'd intended.

i'll probably only add 1-2k, for a total of 12k.

In Water Falling

Ahsoka/Rex, Star Wars

started November 2022

this was the first rexsoka fic i started working on when i finished Clone Wars. i got about 10k in, scrapped it, wrote another 15k, scrapped it, and then started focusing on Organic Chemistry. also, i just got very frustrated with it. to fix this one, i think i need to lower my expectations of it, rearrange some plot points, and write the final 2-3 scenes.

maybe 3-4k more? hopefully it'll cap out under 20k.

There & Here

Chishiya/OFC, Alice in Borderland

started February 2023

in my defense, i set this one down, like. a week ago. there's nothing i'm stalled out on; i just have to finish it.

currently 25k, hopefully only 5k more, capping out under 30k. it's 4 chapters.

things i intend to finish later:

Good Bones - this is my Emergency Fic that i'm saving for when i'm too blocked to write anything else

Bomb Time - this is a BOSAS fix-it. i definitely want to finish it, but i'm going to wait until the film comes out in November, so i don't have to reread the book to remember what's going on

#writing update #2023 wip cleanout

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lestappen3 · 2 years

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Just A Friend

pairing: Max Verstappen x reader

word count: +/- 2000

plot: Where Max becomes the world champion and you are just his friend.

note: This is my first fic uploaded on this account. I didn’t want to make it too long as this is kind of an introduction to my writing.. Let me know your thoughts, ideas, anything. My ask is always open. On top of that, this is quite a throwback to last winter, but we were celebrating here like crazy and I had to get this of my chest.

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As you were watching the screen intensely you were twiddling your thumbs. Max was about ten seconds behind Lewis with a handful of laps to go. The chances of him winning the race were slim. Really slim. Even though he had two opportunities to overtake the rapid Mercedes car, he just wasn’t quick enough. They played a long game, but a smart one at that and the zero-point difference in the end makes this so much more painful to watch.

But you couldn’t lose hope. You were not about to lose faith in your friend because then you would have to admit all would be lost and you weren’t prepared for that.

“I thought you might need this.” A familiar voice drifted your gaze away from the screen as your eyes met Jos as he was walking towards you with two small cups in his hands. “I did anyway,“ he said as he handed one of the cups to you. It was quite warm, but as your nerves had lowered your body temperature slightly, the coffee might warm you up a little. It wasn’t cold outside. Not at all, since you were in Abu Dhabi. You weren’t wearing a jacket either, but you watched the race so intensely you didn’t even move a muscle and it started to become apparent to you.

You looked up from the cup to Jos and you noticed how pale he had become. You couldn’t imagine what he was going through. You were dying inside and you wondered how the man even had a pulse left.

“I haven’t had the opportunity to thank you, Y/N,” Jos said as he walked towards you to lean against the wall next to you so he still had a good view of the race. You covered your tight smile with the cup of coffee he just offered you and fixed your gaze on the liquid that moved ever so slightly. “For being there for him. It’s different when it comes from you. I don’t know why, but it is.”

“It’s what friends are for. I can’t imagine having to deal with so much hate. To have so many media outlets writing horrible things about you. People hating you. It would destroy me because-” you stopped when you realised you spilled a few drops of coffee on the floor. You sighed while watching the last drops escape the exterior of the cup as they fell on the ground, “because I would believe them. And it would destroy me if he ever had that feeling too,” you whispered. You looked up as you felt Jos’ hand on your shoulder and was met with a sincere smile.

“You are a great friend,” he told you. You nodded at him as token of appreciation. As silence arose between the two of you, your mind drifted to a memory from a couple months ago.

“Max!” you yelled as you ran after him. He didn’t look back and continued walking, his helmet in between his waist and arm. You touched his free arm carefully once you finally caught up to him and he stopped in response.

“Please Y/N/N, leave,” he begged as he moved his head slowly towards your direction without completely turning around. He rested his chin on the edge of his shoulder as a deep sigh escaped his lips.

“No,” you demanded as you grabbed his arm tighter and tugged it, forcing him to face you completely. “I am not leaving when things get hard. When they don’t go your way. You should know that by now.”

“He is an asshole! He ruined my race. I was about to win that damn thing!” Max talked loudly. He finally brought his guard down when he noticed no one else was in the room except the two of you. He placed his helmet somewhere safe before he was about to throw it at the wall or something else entirely. “He is so-. so-“ Max stammered as he couldn’t find the words.

“He is so caught up in the championship the same way you are, Max. Even though he has won a few times already, I can imagine it doesn’t make it mean less. Especially since there’s a world record at stake and finally having some intense competition again. I know this might not be something you want to hear or want to acknowledge, but I am not someone who’s going to sweettalk you through everything. It was an incident. You endured worse and you showed them it wasn’t going to bring you down. This shouldn’t be any different. You are going to win this damn thing. If not today, then in December. When it really matters.”

He sighed as you had finished your last sentence. The corners of his lips turned slightly upwards. His meek smile trying to hide the frustration from the crash you so desperately tried to release, but you knew Max and he needed time to contemplate.

“I know,” he finally whispered, “It’s just that I am so done with this manipulative story they are trying to create, and this is just the icing on the cake.”

“Let them talk,” you said as you gently shoved his arm. “You just need to make sure you drive the quickest.” He chuckled as his face brightened, but as quickly the smile appeared as quickly it faded away. Startled, Max looked at you with one part confusion and the other a feeling he couldn’t recognize yet. He was at a loss of words. How did you always know what to say? To make him feel better about himself instead of worse. But most importantly, without trying to downplay anything and without being afraid of trying to hurt his feelings. He was thankful you were being his friend, at least he thought.

Your mind drifted back towards the present when you heard a couple people yelling in the background.

“Latifi just crashed!” someone near you screamed. You moved your gaze towards the nearest screen that was hanging in the garage. And they were right. A blue coloured car stood completely still against one of the barriers near corner 14. Soon after, a yellow-coloured flag appeared near the crash site.

Then you immediately thought of Max. He had a chance. A small one, but he could close the gap between him and Hamilton in those five laps, could he? They wouldn’t finish a race like this with a safety car, right? Surely not?

With each second you started to doubt the chances the Dutch man had. He hadn’t had the best luck in his career, but this was a sprinkle of hope he desperately needed.

Minutes passed and somehow Max was behind Hamilton. He was faster as he had fresher tires and you knew this was Max’ lap to lose. He would become world champion after this lap. There was no doubt in your mind.

Your throat started to become tighter, your eyes started to dwell, and chills appeared all over your body as you started to get colder and colder. You felt two strong hands on your shoulders as Jos stood behind you, looking just as intensely at the screen as you were.

“Max Verstappen you are the world champion! The world champion!” you heard Christian Horner yell through the garage. As you were jumping up and down and your eyes started to water even more. You heard a distant pair of heels approach your direction and were quickly met with a pair of slim, tanned arms around your neck. “Oh my god!” Kelly screamed in your right ear which started to ring. “He did it, Y/N! Max won!” she yelled even louder. She immediately let go of your arms as someone in the garage screamed Max was on his way over.

You followed Kelly as she left already and witnessed father and son in a warm embrace. Max hurled himself in his Jos’ arms, nearly knocking him over as he forgot in the moment, he wasn’t a ten-year-old boy anymore.

Once his father let go, Kelly immediately wringed herself into his arms and kissed his cheek. She whispered something into his ear, and he smiled at her words. You witnessed the loved-up pair in front of you. A wistful smiled played across your face. Kelly was good for him. He matured so quickly once he got into a relationship with her. Perhaps it was because she was older or because she had the cutest little girl, but you knew he felt safe with her as he always had a few admiring words to say about her when the two of you were hanging out together.

“Got a hug left for me?” you asked him as he removed himself from his girlfriend’s embrace and smiled. His smile was like a sudden beam of sunlight illuminating the darkest corners of the room. His tears were still to be found in his eyes, one slipping and slowly rolling down his cheek, and it took you all your willpower not to gently wipe it away. But you couldn’t. You shouldn’t.

“Always,” he answered and threw his arms around you, squeezing you, as if he hadn’t seen you in over a decade. You had your arms around his neck and covered your face in its nook. You were engulfed by the smell of sweat that was surrounding every part of him. Even though it wasn’t the most pleasant scent you have ever smelled, you found it extremely hot.

“You did it,” you whispered as you had loosened your arms around him, expecting him to do the same thing. However, you could still feel his arms around the middle of your back and realised how close you actually were.

“I did it,” Max whispered back. The sounds and cheers of the people surrounding you became mere echoes as you stared directly into his eyes. His pupils were dilated and covering his perfect blue eyes for the most part. You parted your lips as it started to become difficult to breath.

Oh my god. You wanted it so bad. You wanted him so bad. You had the urge to bulge your eyes out and pull your hair just to release the frustration that was building inside of you. All you wanted was to lock the two of you in a closet, grab the material of his suit and close any inch between you to feel his plump lips against yours.

And then seconds later you were reminded that you were in a paddock full of people, he won his first championship, his father and girlfriend were literally staring at you, and you were just the friend. Not Kelly Piquet. No, you, Y/N.

“You have a trophy to receive,” you whispered as you tried to wring yourself out of Max’s embrace. You had to get yourself out of this situation before your heart gets broken even further. It wasn’t the time to dwell on the circumstances of the position you held in Max Verstappen’s life. He just became the world champion. Something he worked so hard for, and you couldn’t let the late-night talks, the encouraging words, and a secret glance or two go to waste because you felt sad you weren’t more than just a friend.

“I’ll leave you some champagne,” he said as he let go of you definitively.

“Go get them champ!” you yelled at him as he was making his way towards the entrance of the area to get to the podium. He looked over one last time and winked as he disappeared in the crowd.

“You made it count,” you said softly as you turned around and invoked a smile on your face as you tried to celebrate with the others. You should be happy. Extremely happy, but somehow you weren’t, and it made you feel worse.

Max Verstappen has become the world champion and you were desperately in love with him.

#f1 imagine #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen imagine #f1 x reader #f1 #f1 fanfic #max verstappen fanfic

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elvendria · 1 year

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NOTICING YOU - E.M x FEM READER Part One

summary:

-What are you doing to me y/n Henderson?- -I could ask you the same Eddie Munson-

y/n Henderson is Dustin's older sister. She's the shy, reserved bookworm you see around the hallowed halls of Hawkins High. She's a cynic. She's seen how those you love can treat you, and knows that true love and soulmates belong only in her books.

At least until a freaky metalhead who happens to be friends with her brother shows up more and more in the most convenient of places.

\\acquaintances - friends - lovers - enemies - lovers//

Ok so I just want to clarify a few things:

Although set in the time of season 4, music up to the current decade will be used, I just find it easier to know what songs to use when I'm not limited to specific timelines

There'll be referneces to songs however some of them may be listed as y/n writing them herself, but I'll put the original singer/songwriter at the end of the chapter

It'll start before the events of season 4, but will gradually move into that storyline over time

(I should also mention that in this fic, Eddie only repeated his senior year once, meaning there's only a year between them instead of two, and Steve hasn't graduated yet)

Ok. Let's jump in.

part one part two part three part four part five part six part seven

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TW: single mom/absentee dad, shy bookworm reader, fem!reader

word count: 2.2K

August 20th

The thought of walking across the school carpark for the first day of Senior Year felt like walking through the gates of hell. All I wanted to do was run somewhere until the end of the day, and then slowly crawl my way home.

I could barely find the will to get my legs to move out of my 1967 Volkswagen Beetle, my most prized possession. It felt like my legs were encased in cement as a cold sweat ran down my spine at the thought of having to face more than one person every day.

Dad had fixed Betsy before he left all those years ago, I thought it would be junk by now but it runs just like it did when he finished it up and took Dustbin and me out for a test drive. Sure she's bumpy in places, but nothings is ever perfect.

I looked out the driver's side window to a couple running and jumping into each other's arms, kissing all slobbery as if he'd just returned from war when in reality she saw him like two days ago. That, or he was away at camp this summer. And let's be real, he most definitely did not stay celibate for a month or 2 just because he was away from his girlfriend. Either way, she was overreacting and trying to put her claim on him in front of all the other girls in the parking lot.

"What a stupid thing to be doing in public, save it till you get home," I scoffed, but not loud enough for them to hear me, confrontation is not my forte. Running and hiding, now that's something I'm good at.

"You wouldn't be saying that if you had someone to smooch on a Monday morning." Dustin teased from beside you, a grin spreading across his face.

I've always found my brother's smile to be infectious, even when I was in the worst mood possible.

"Alright Dustbin, you've convinced me. This year I'll have so many boyfriends I won't have time to be cynical. Your wish is my command." I feigned a bow towards him, knowing deep down inside, that he was just as nervous as I was.

"If I'm going to be going to high school, you need to stop calling me Dustbin. It was cute when you were 3, but we're grown now." Dustin huffed, crossing his arms and slumping in his seat.

"I don't know, you look like a little kid to me, I mean I could mix you into a batch of newbie middle schoolers and no one would be able to tell the difference. " I felt a swat at my arm, which further instigated my laughter.

From the corner of my eye, I saw a guy turn his head and look at the car, his hair falling below his shoulders. Our eyes met and he quickly turned and walked away, but it was too late.

Eddie Munson had just caught me laughing like a maniac with my brother.

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After a lot of self encouragement, and a bit of teasing from Dustin, I finally worked up the courage to get out of the car and start walking to the school doors, pleading with myself to turn around once or twice. Somehow I made it to my homeroom and my desk without knowing how, as if my feet had grown tired of the back and forth, the will she won't she, and just decided to move on their own.

Sitting down at the furthest corner of the room, I pulled my white knitted sweater around my arms, carefully listening to my favourite teacher in the whole school."

"Alright students," Ms Collins called out, I'm passing around your timetables now. I'd just like to remind everyone-"

"Sorry I'm late, hellfire club duties and all that, I would say it won't happen again but we both know you don't like liars, Ms C."

"Mr Munson please find your way to an available seat. There's one beside Ms Henderson."

Fuck.

"As I was saying, students will not be allowed to switch classes this semester." Light groans presented themselves around the classroom, and I wanted to join them when I saw my timetable,

Homeroom

Period 1: Biology

Period 2: English

Period 3: History

Period 4: Spanish

Lunch

Period 5: Math

Period 6: Music

Period 7: Chemistry

Period 8: Economics

"Who makes a person cut open a frog first thing in the morning?" I whispered to myself.

"I know right, there has to be some sort of law against it or something, it's disgusting," the deep voice from beside me whispered back. I couldn't move, I could barely breathe. I could feel his body heat beside me.

Why did this have to be a two-person desk?

I've always found it difficult to talk to people, but I've found it especially difficult to talk to him ever since he was in the middle school talent show. Past friends have said it was a crush but I knew that wasn't true. Crushes were only for hopeless romantics and kids.

I hate myself for it, I don't want to seem like all those people who called him a freak.

But ever since Dad left I told myself I never wanted to get close to anyone, yet here I was, sitting thinking about the time I sat in the wings and watched him play with his band. His hair was really short then and he was skinny. Mom said he was all elbows with the way he was holding his guitar. But that didn't matter to me. Just to see him so involved in the music, it was almost like he'd forgotten everyone else could see him.

I swore that after I went out on the stage, played the piano and sang Hello, Hello by Elton John, I'd go backstage and talk to him. However, I was barely 5 words in when my vision went blurry and I was suddenly running off the stage. I remember running to a classroom-turned dressing room and curling up into a ball, completely and utterly embarrassed. I decided from then on that I wasn't going to speak to Eddie ever, I took it as a sign that I wasn't supposed to. So when he talked to me in homeroom, I felt my lips had been sewn shut and that I was rooted to my seat.

Once the bell rang, I jumped from my seat and practically sprinted out the door on my way to Biology, only realising along the way that Eddie might be in my class. I didn't see his timetable, but he agreed with me about biology, so there's always the possibility.

I sat down at the back of the biology class, tying my dark red hair into a ponytail when a girl sat down beside me. I was right about Eddie being in this class, but he sat in front of me with Steve Harrington, so it wasn't so bad. At least he couldn't directly see me unless he fully turned around, and he had no reason to do that.

The girl nudged me with her arm I turned to look at her as she gave a short, small wave.

"I figured we should introduce ourselves because if we don't then this lab partner business is going to get weird really fast because I don't think I would be able to call you buddy or gal for the whole semester, especially considering I hate using both of those words." She rambled on.

I usually don't make friends with people who could talk for hours, but something about this girl was different. Instead of freaking me out, her rambling made me want to chuckle along with her.

"Oh, you're laughing, thank god because I thought you were going to be one of those people who is all work and no talk and that would get irritating really fast." All you could do was smile back.

"I'm Robin by the way! Robin Buckley," She smiled gleefully.

"Y/n Henderson, a pleasure to meet you, Robin," I said back, returning her small wave from earlier.

"Wait, are you Dustin's sister?" Suddenly Steve Harrington was a part of this conversation, pulling me from the happy little bubble Robin had formed around our Biology desk.

I could see Eddie's head turn slightly and all I could manage was an "Uh hmmm" before Mr Wright came in and Robin told Steve to shut up and turn around.

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The day flew by, Robin invited me to sit with her at lunch, and although I would've loved to, my special place was calling to me.

Pushing throw a creaky old door near the end of the school, I made my way into the library. Sliding past the textbook section I found myself perusing the fiction aisle, looking for something to get lost in for an hour.

The smell of the old musty pages was like a personal high, and curling up in a beanbag in the far corner of the room was heavenly. I could relax. I'd missed it all summer, you couldn't relax in the public library during the summer, it doubled up as an arts and crafts centre for kids.

I was in the middle of reading something about a girl caught in a war between the underworld and the real world when the bell rang to signal lunch was over. Grabbing my stuff, I rushed out of the library and into someone, sending me backwards, my glasses flying from the top of my head, the price I pay for not putting them back on correctly.

"Oh, shit are you ok?"

No. No No No NO NO NO. This was not happening. I am not running into this man for the third time today.

Eddie bent down to get my glasses while I fumbled to put my books back in my bag, not daring to look him in the eye in case he could see right through me. His friends from Hellfire were there, snickering not so quietly to themselves.

As he handed them to me, I mumbled a "Thanks", before jumping to my feet despite his offer to help me up, and practically running down the hall as I heard the late bell ring. I had Mrs Mayer for Math and she doesn't take kindly to latecomers. I reached my desk before she got to the room, breathing out a sigh of relief as I slumped down in a chair in the back.

The rest of the school day went by in a blur, and before I knew it the bell rang to signal the end of the day. I rushed to my locker to grab the books that I'd need when Dustin and Mike walked up to me.

"You want a lift home, Mike?" I asked, already knowing what the answer would be.

"Thanks, Y/n! Nancy's working after school with the school newspaper." Mike beamed at me.

"Y'know, there used to be a time when you smiled up at me, nowadays I have to crane my neck just to look at you. It's weird. Stop." I said, the three of us walking out to the car that sat like a glowing yellow sun at the back of the car park.

Even my car has to sit in the back.

"I can't help it, it's puberty or something," Mike laughed back.

"Yeah, well next time you feel like taking a growth spurt, let Dustbin do it instead, poor kid is tiny," I chuckled, feeling a sharp nudge in my side.

"I'll get you for that." Dustin retorted, playfully scowling at me.

Clambering into the car, I began to reverse out of my spot when I saw him about to get in his van, he raised a hand and gave a small wave. My knuckles went white from gripping the steering wheel, and instead of waving back, I drove out of the car park and didn't check the rearview until I was sure he wouldn't be in it.

It's just one year, and then it's over, I told myself mentally

"Oh was that Eddie? I was going to tell you, we joined Hellfire club, We might even become friends with him." Dustin cheerfully said.

Just one year.

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asimpforthe80s · 4 months

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I Love You So Much, My Precious Boy

Starring: Supportive!Eddie x Transmasc!Reader

Warnings: fluff, phalloplasty, mastectomy, transgender reader getting a phalloplasty.

A/N: I'm genderfluid and today I've felt a lot like a boy, so I decided to write a transgender reader fic. It's a little short, but I'll probably make some more in June.

You had gotten a mastectomy a few months ago, and today was your phalloplasty. Eddie said he was gonna drive you there a little later, so now you were on your way to his trailer once again.

He had supported you through all of this, helped you get money, fixed your hair and everything in between. You were so happy he was your boyfriend and looked forward to later today.

When you arrived, you quickly went inside and hugged him. "Hey, baby."

"Hey, beautiful," Eddie said, smiling. "Ready to become the boy you want to be and take the next step?"

You nodded. "Definitely..!"

"Alright! So, I know it's a big day and we have to leave soon, but would you wanna like go shopping or do other fun stuff while we wait?"

"We can go clothing shopping?"

"Of course we can, and maybe later get some food. Just so it's not too dull." You nodded. "Sure."

"Cool, let's go get you some new clothes," Eddie said, offering to take your hand like a true gentleman. You chuckled and took his hand, walking out to his van.

Eddie led you into town. After a bit of a drive, he pulled into the parking lot at the mall, opening the door for you once you were there. "Such a gentleman." You joked, getting out of the passenger seat. "Oh, you know it," Eddie said, winking. "Now let's find you a nice outfit and some other fun things!" Eddie said, his excitement infectious. "Yeah!"

Eddie and you walked inside, going to the men's section first. Eddie handed you a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, saying "Here, try these on and see how you like them." You went into the changing rooms, soon coming out in the outfit. Eddie smiled, looking the outfit up and down and nodding in approval. "Nice! They fit you well. You like them?"

You were overly happy, feeling like this was so very right. "Yeah.. what aesthetic are these?"

Eddie looked at you, then at the clothes. "Well, the jeans are just regular old jeans, but I'd say... hm, maybe skater boy?" You looked at yourself in the mirror. "It feels.. feels like me.."

Eddie stepped over behind you. "I'm glad," he said, putting one arm around your waist. He leaned in and kissed you on the cheek. "I love you so much, you know that?"

"I love you more, baby," Eddie said, smiling at you as he looked at you in your new outfit.

"You think I can get it?" Looking down at the clothes, posing a little. "Hell yeah you can get it," Eddie said, looking you up and down. "Damn, you look good." A soft chuckle left your lips. "You think so?"

"Oh, I know so," Eddie said, laughing. "But hey, let's get you some more clothes, and we could get some matching stuff if you want." He kissed your cheek. "Yes! Like, some band things like you?" You asked, turning to him with that adorable smile you both knew Eddie loved. Eddie chuckled, smiling back. He took your hand again and started leading you back to the shelves. "Yeah, we can definitely get some merch from some bands we like and we could also get some matching hoodies or jackets, you know, that couple's look." You were so happy. "Yeah, definitely!"

"What bands are you in the mood for right now?" Eddie asked. "We could get some Slipknot, Metallica, you name it."

"Anything, really. Just something to match your punky metalhead style." Eddie smiled. "Sure, we can do that. Let's get some metal shirts and maybe some cool jackets." Eddie led you over to the displays and started looking through them. "Let me know if there are any you want!" The two of you looked around and found a few outfits. You couldn't be happier today.

After you paid, you went to the hospital to get your phalloplasty. Eddie was right by your side for the whole trip. He held your hand and comforted you as you waited for when you'd be called to have your surgery. The whole time he looked over at you and smiled at you excitedly. He was so happy you were finally getting what you've always wanted. "I can't believe that our relationship led to this.. I love you.. so very fucking much.."

Eddie smiled. "I love you so much, I'll be your rock through all this and every step of the way."

Soon, you heard your name called, and Eddie squeezed your hand and smiled. "You're ready, baby? You're gonna do great."

Nodding, you stood up. "Let's do this..!" you said, taking a deep breath as you walked towards the nurse who led you to the surgery room. Eddie walked with you. As the nurse lead you away to do all the pre-op stuff like check your vital signs, Eddie kissed you on the cheek. "I love you, and I'll see you once you're done, baby. It's gonna go smooth!"

"Yeah!" You followed the nurse as Eddie got told to wait in the waiting room. Eddie watched as you walked off, and then sat down in the waiting room. He had his phone out and was playing games to pass the time. Soon, he heard a ding and saw he got a text. He opened it and saw you sent him a picture of you in a hospital bed, grinning happily and a thumbs up. "It started," Eddie mumbled to himself, smiling.

Under the whole procedure, you sent weird pictures and texts to pass the time. And to lighten your anxiety, of course.

Eddie smiled at the pictures, sending you love messages to calm you. He also sent you some funny memes.

After a few hours, you sent a text reading, "I'm out, babe." Eddie texted back quickly, "Can i see you?!" He said, adding a bunch of hearts. "Come on." You texted him with a smiley and a heart. Eddie texted back "I'll be right there."

He quickly got up and walked into the hall, looking for the room you were in. When he got to it, he opened the door and walked in and, seeing you, his heart melted. The boy of his dreams was sitting there, his hand bandaged, grinning at him. He smiled and walked over and kissed your forehead. "Hey, baby, how are you feeling?"

You were smiling as hell. Never been happier in your life. Tears slowly formed in your eyes. "Feel amazin' babe.." Eddie hugged you tightly. "I'm so proud of you. Are you in any pain?" Eddie asked, holding your bandaged hand. "Do you need anything?" He asked, smiling at you, tears in his own eyes.

"Just cuddles, please." You tried drying your tears, but they didn't stop. You couldn't feel happier in your body than now.

Eddie smiled and brought you in for a tight hug, rubbing your back softly. He kissed you on the head, smiling at you. "You're such an amazing boy, love you," Eddie whispered in your ear, hugging you tightly. You couldn't help but cry more as he called you a boy.

He held you tighter, whispering "I love you so much, my precious boy. I'm excited for everyone to recognize that and see you as the man you are."

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blood-injections · 1 year

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Once in a while I’ll hyperfixate on my own aus and I’m like god this would be SO FUCKING GOOD IF I COULD JUST WRITE IT and I’ll sit back down and crank out a chapter if I’m lucky and then lose all ability I have to write and not touch it again for like two months so the specific one I’d love to post right now except when I do write it it’s. It’s not in order. I started in the middle and I now have like the two beginning chapters and I have a bunch of random scenes idk where they’d be yet and I have the end and there’s like maybe ten chapters but like the amount of the au they cover is so small the finished fic would have to be like fifty chapters at this rate. And each chapter is at least 3k words and so it’s like. I have the main shit figured out but it’s so hard coming up with the filler stuff so so it’s just a big block of very holey cheese and I want to post it but I can’t because I don’t have the beginning and I don’t want this specific one to be fucked up and out of order with funky flashbacks or the future as a start or whatever and then it goes back and tells the story like those are cool but this one I’m doing normal but ohh my god else wise I’d post it right now I’m obsessed with it. It’s that venom sib pornodroid au I posted about forever ago where it’s Pois and Kobra in the place of red and blue in the comics and poisons battery is dying so Kobra has to go and try to get a new one but they deny it because poisons an outdated model so Kobra shoots the dracs and just steals a battery and so they were already coming to recycle poison but now Kobra’s also wanted so they run away to the desert where yes they can still functuon they just like get cut off from the bat city internet system or whatever and they have to run off plus instead of like just plugging in like droids can in the city. But they always wanted to be killjoys were just too scared to risk it all try and escape and preferred to wait for destroya to come save them instead. But now they have no choice but they wanted ti be killjoys anyway so it works out and they get to the desert and choose their killjoy names and are exposed to like the culture and the freedom and all the different ways to say fuck you to BLi and learn that you can change more than just your name and poison embraces genderfluidity and kobra was a female model pornodroid but realizes he’s trans so fucking transgender pornodroid hell yeah. Also he figures out he’s a aroace and he really hates his past so he tries to forget about it and a couple months into life in the desert they meet Jet and ghoul because ghoul got shot like an idiot and jets stitching him up in the diner that was the first shelter they spotted and Kobra and poison come back from a concert or rave and find them there and they hang out a bit and become friends and then a crew and after a few months when poison has totally fallen in love with ghoul but lowkey hat themself because they know they’re not human and can never be and that ghoul would hate them if they knew their secret(Pois and Kobra are hiding that they’re androids. They’re so troubled lmao) and that ghoul could never love them bc they’re not human and they also don’t want to be used or seen as what he was seen as in the city which was a tool and a product not a person. So they’re terrified and so is Kobra but poison gets shot one day a few months into being a crew and tries to hide it but his systems are trying to shut off because they register the injury and he wants to get back to the diner to fix themself but of course ghoul notices that he’s hiding pain and he’s like are you hurt and poison holds out until they get to the diner but then ghoul grabs their wrist and is like I KNOW you’re hurt let us help you let me help you and poison tries to convince him he’s fine and he makes knowing he contact with Kobra who defends him but sounds like an asshole bc he’s like leave them be when they’re obviously not fine and ghoul won’t let him go but poisons blacking out and crying and his systems shut off right there in the foyuer and everyone freaks the fuck out

and Kobra has to take over the situation and fix poisons damage and when they come back online everyone’s like silent and staring at them and they’re fine and they’re like yeah I’m. Im a droid. And Kobra’s like we both are because if they’re going down they’re going down together. But of course ghoul and Jet are amazing and don’t care they’re the same killjoys they’ve come to call their crew it doesn’t matter where they came from they have feelings and shit just like everyone else. And its all okay and ghouls still freaked out because surprise surprise he’s also like madly in love with poison and is now torn becuase of this so when poison rests some more he goes and chainsmokes on the roof and thinks over but finds he really doesn’t care what poisons made of and when poison wakes up and goes up there just to stargaze he instead finds ghoul and they have a nice long talk and poison tells him about their past and reveals that they’re not just a droid but a pornodroid and they just bond and shit and it’s all okay and ghouls like you don’t need to worry I’ll gladly watch the sun rise with you forever becuase they’ve been out on the roof talking all night and poisons like sounds romantic and ghouls like is that alright and poison like blushes and is like of course and the finally kiss like two days later.

And all is well actually everything is great for a few more months until they get in a fight with Korse and he’s like oh look who it is our escaped pornodroids and he talks shit at them like they’re not people and also Kobra hasn’t told anyone he’s trans he’s happy just presenting and not revealing those personal things about himself and his past so only poison knows he was a female pronodroid and while poison has been in love and doing great he’s been still hating himself and his body and his past and he’s totes autistic and is always overwhelmed and shit and every once in a while when he feels himself reaching a limit he takes time to himself to go blow off steam and scream into the desert in the middle of nowhere and shoot stuff or go to a concert or whatever and just empty that overfilling bucket. And when Korse comes he’s already been stressed but then Korse taunts him and calls him terrible shit and he’s like trembling in place as he’s like do your little friends there know what you are? That you’re a product of BLi? A droid? A bitch? And he’s like barely restraining himself but then Korse says something in reference to poison and how they’re an outdated model and would’ve been melted down if the two of them hadn’t malfunctioned and he basically says like a slur as he says that stuff and Kobra sees RED and fucking GOES FERAL AND ATTACKS HIM. And Korse can’t even fucking do anything his gun gets knocked aside and Kobra’s living up to his name and striking like a a fucking viper and absolutely beating Korses face in until he’s like unrecognizable. He’s not even aware of this, it’s a meltdown, he just went into a trance and doesn’t brave out of it until poison like grabs him and he realizes he’s shaking like a leaf and sobbing and he gets pulled away from Korse and they leave and leave him to die because he’s basically on the verge of death(they should’ve shot him though because he does in fact survive) and Kobra is like exhausted now becuase of this meltdown and all his secrets being exposed at once and he rests when they get back to the diner while poison freaks out and stays by his side all night becuase they’ve never seen Kobra like that and didn’t know he was struggling but they should have and once again morning comes and they have a nice long talk and Kobra agrees to be more open with everyone and everything’s fine again and like within a couple weeks he and Jet have formed a queerplatonic relationship and he’s doing better and it’s basically happily ever after but that’s not the end no there like a few year time skip. And poison was already an outdated model when they escaped the city and Kobra was a newer model but now they’re both like ancient in android terms and the desert has taken its toll on their mechanics and their batteries aren’t holding as much power anymore just like when poisons battery died before they escaped the city. Poison starts deteriorating first, limbs becoming stiff and achy, rust in their veins. They know their systems are messed up and there’s not really anything they can do and theyre fucking terrified and once again they hide their problems, they don’t show that they’re aging. But then the glitches start happening and they’re harder to hide and after a while Kobra finally corners him and is like tell me what is going on. I know you’re not okay. And poison breaks down and says his systems are failing again and Kobra with like a haunted expression is like I know it’s happening to me too. But his state isn’t nearly as bad as poison is yet. And like poisons protective of Kobra because he’s their younger brother but Kobra’s even more protective of poison because he already had to watch them nearly die the first time around when their battery was dying and an androids battery dying is akin to a human starving to death but being physically unable to eat or take in any nutrients whatsoever. So he almost lost poison once and he’s not about to do it again, he’s super fucking protective of them and he’s like we need to tell the others and poisons like but I’m scared how do we even fix this,

we’re androids we’re not meant to last for more than a few years and Kobra’s like I don’t know I really don’t trust me I’m scared too but we need to tell them because they’ll figure it out soon anyway and they deserve to know either way and you’re already getting pretty bad and sooner or later so will I. So they sit down their respective partner and tell them and theirs a lot of tears and they all search for tech or upgrades and solutions but can’t find anything good enough and all of a sudden poisons getting real bad real quick, glitching all the time and battery running out faster, and they’re basically about to die again and Kobra feels kind of like he’s failed them and the four of them realize the only way they’re going to save poison and Kobra is if they go to the city. So they do. They sneak in, find the labs, the plan is to steal the tech they need, new parts, new battery’s, whatever they can carry. But a lot of the new stuff isn’t compatible with the older models, not without precious time being lost with the personalizations that would need to be done to the tech to make it compatible, time they don’t have with poisons condition worsening by the day and Kobra also slowing down considerably.

And then an alarm goes off and Jet and ghoul fight off the oncoming dracs while Kobra’s helping poison and he sees all the new models laid out and empty, not programmed quite yet. And he has an idea. Jet and ghoul fight off the first wave of dracs and come back in like we need to get out of here but Kobra explains his idea and they’re like fuck wrought because they can’t leave to make it work. So they all barricade themselves in the lab while Kobra hooks poison into the like machines there to essentially transplant their programming and consciousness into the shell of the brand new android models laying around, because that’s something possible and easier than retrofitting a ton of tech. More dangerous since they have to be in the heart of bat city to do it, but worth it. And while poison in those new body is charging and rebooting Kobra’s up next because he walked Jet and ghoul though the process and now he’s getting his consciousness transferred to a new body too(they make sure it’s a male model this time around :3) and it takes like and hour for them each to reboot with like all systems ready so Jet and ghoul are on their own, doors barricaded, waiting for their best friends to wake up.

But they do, and they fight their way out. They all earn a few injuries but they survive, barely escaping and getting out of the city. But they do, they escape, they get home, and Kobra and Poison are in brand new vessels, they look different but not that much, androids are all pretty similar looking, and you can alter your own appearance somewhat. Kobra’s finally in the body he always wanted so he’s great, and both models are brand new and super advanced so they’re still not really superhuman, but these bodies will definitely hold up a lot longer to the elements, and they don’t have to run off plus, Their batteries last longer and there’s different ways of getting energy, like from eating, where food they ingest is converted into biofuel and they can run off it. Physically they’re more inhuman but simultaneously also more human than ever before. And that’s the definitive happy ending.

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