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fans4wga · 9 months

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Writers Guild West Official: Era of Hollywood Mergers Hastened the Strike

August 10, 2023

Laura Blum-Smith, the Writers Guild of America West’s director of research and public policy, considers the strike a result of a tsunami of Hollywood mergers that has handed studios and streamers the power to its exploit workers.

“Harmful mergers and attempts to monopolize markets are a recurring theme in the history of media and entertainment, and they are a key part of what led 11,500 writers to go on strike more than 100 days ago against their employers,” Blum-Smith said on Thursday at an event with the Federal Trade Commission and Department of Justice over new merger guidelines unveiled in July.

She pointed to Disney, Amazon and Netflix as companies that “gained power through anticompetitive consolidation and vertical integration,” allowing them to impose “more and more precarious working conditions, increasingly short term employment and lower pay for writers and other workers across the industry.” But she sees revisions to the merger guidelines that address labor concerns a key part of the solution to prevent further mergers in the entertainment industry moving forward.

“The FTC and DOJ’s new draft merger guidelines are part of a deeply necessary effort to revive antitrust enforcement,” she added. “Compared with earlier guidelines, the new ones are much more skeptical of the idea that mergers are the natural way for companies to grow. And they focus more on the various ways mergers hurt competition, including how mergers impact workers.”

In July, the FTC and DOJ jointly released a new road map for regulatory review of mergers. They require companies to consider the impact of proposed transactions on labor, signaling that the agencies intend to review whether mergers could negatively impact wages and working conditions. FTC commissioner Alvaro Bedoya, who was joined by agency chair Lina Khan, said in a statement about the guidelines that “a merger that may substantially lessen competition for workers will not be immunized by a prediction that predicted savings from a merger will be passed on to consumers.” Historically, transactions have been considered mostly through the lens of benefits to consumers.

The guidelines lack the force of law but influence the way in which judges consider lawsuits to block proposed transactions. They also tell the public how competition enforcers will assess the potential for a merger’s harm to competition.

Antitrust enforcers have steadily been taking notice of negative impacts to labor as a result of industry consolidation. “We’ve heard concerns that a handful of companies may now again be controlling the bulk of the entertainment supply chain from content creation to distribution,” Khan said last year during a listening forum over revisions to the guidelines, in a nod to anticompetitive conduct by studios that led to the Paramount Decrees. “We’ve heard concerns that this type of consolidation and integration can enable firms to exert market power over creators and workers alike.”

Adam Conover, writer and WGA board member, said in that April 2022 forum that his show Adam Ruins Everything was killed by AT&T’s acquisition of Time Warner in 2018 when TruTV’s parent company forced the network to cut costs. He stressed that a handful of companies “now control the production and distribution of almost all entertainment content available to the American public,” allowing them to “more easily hold down our wages and set onerous terms for our employment.” It’s not just writers that are impacted by an overly consolidated Hollywood either, he explained. After Disney acquired 21st Century Fox in 2019, he said that the studios pushed the industry into ending backend participation and trapping actors in exclusive contracts preventing them from pursuing other work.

Blum-Smith said that aggressive competition enforcement is necessary as “Wall Street continues to push for more consolidation among our employers despite the industry’s history of mergers that failed to deliver any of the consumer benefits they’ve claimed that left writers and audiences worse off with less diversity of content and fewer choices.”

“More mergers will leave writers with even fewer places to sell their work and tell their stories and the remaining companies will have even more power to lower pay and worsen working conditions,” she warned. “Strong enforcement against mergers is essential to protect workers in media and workers across the country and these guidelines are an important step in the right direction.”

#sag-aftra strike #sag strike #actors strike #hollywood #wga strike #writers strike

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trans-axolotl2 · 1 year

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I've been reading Cripping Intersex by Celeste Orr and one concept that I think is absolutely crucial and one of the best resources I've found for understanding my own experiences as an intersex person is the term Compulsory Dyadism.

Dr. Orr coins the term: "I propose the expression 'compulsory dyadism' to describe the instituted cultural mandate that people cannot violate the sex dyad, have intersex traits, or 'house the spectre of intersex' (Sparrow 2013, 29). Said spectre must be, according to the mandate, exorcised. However, trying to definitively cast out the spectre via curative violence always fails. The spectre always returns: a new intersex baby is born; one learns that they have intersex traits in adulthood; and/or medical procedures cannot cast out the spectre fully, as evidenced by life-long medical interventions, routines, or patienthood status. And the effects of compulsory dyadism haunt in the form of disabilities, scars, memories, trauma, and medical regimens (e.g., HRT routines). Compulsory dyadism, therefore, is not simply an event or a set of instituted policies but is an ongoing exorcising process and structure of pathologization, curative violence, erasure, trauma, and oppression." (Orr 19-20).

They continue on in their book to explore compulsory dyadism as it shows up in medical interventions, racializing intersex + sports sex testing, and eugenic and prenatal interventions on intersex fetuses. This term makes so much sense to me and puts words to an experience I've been struggling to comprehend--how can it be that so many endosex* people express such revulsion and fear of intersex bodies and traits, yet at the same time don't even know that intersex people exist? Why is it that people understand when I refer to my body in the terms used by freak shows, call myself a hermaphrodite, remember bearded ladies and laugh at interphobic jokes--yet do not even know that intersex people are as common as redheads? Understanding the term compulsory dyadism elucidates this for me. Endosex people might not comprehend what intersex actually is or know anything about our advocacy, but they do grow up in a cultural environment that indoctrinates them into false ideas about the sex binary and cultivates a fear of anything that lies outside of it.

From birth, compulsory dyadism affects every one of us, whether you're intersex or not. Intersex people carry the heaviest burden and often the most visible wounds that compulsory dyadism inflicts, as shown through often the very literal scars of violent, "curative" surgery, but the whole process of sex assignment at birth is a manifestation of compulsory dyadism. Ideas entrenched in the medical system that assign gender to the hormones testosterone and estrogen although neither of those hormones have anything to do with gender, a society that starts selling hair removal products to girls at puberty, and the historical legacy of things like sexual inversion theory are all manifestations of compulsory dyadism. For intersex people, facing compulsory dyadism often means that we are subjected to curative violence, institutionalized medical malpractice that sometimes includes aspects of ritualized sexual abuse, and means that we are left "haunted by, for instance, traumatic memories, acquires body-mind disabilities, an ability that was taken, or a 'paradoxical nostalgia....for all the futures that were lost' (Fisher 2013,45)." (Orr 26).

Compulsory dyadism works in tandem with concepts like compulsory able-bodiedness and compulsory heterosexuality to create mindsets and systems that tie together ideas to suggest that the only "normal" body is a cisgender one that meets capitalist standards of function, is capable of heterosexual sex and reproduction, and has chromosomes, hormones, genitalia, reproductive system, and sex traits that all line up. Part of compulsory dyadism is convincing the public that this is the only way for a body to function, erasing intersex people both by excluding us from public perception and by actively utilizing curative violence as a way to actively erasure intersex traits from our body. Compulsory dyadism works by getting both the endosex and intersex public to buy into the idea that intersex doesn't exist, and if it does exist then it needs to be treated as a freakshow, either exploiting us to put us on display as an aberration or by delegating us to the medical freakshow of experimentation and violence.

Until we all start to fully understand the many, many ways that compulsory dyadism is showing up in our lives, I don't think we're going to be able to achieve true intersex liberation. And in fact, I think many causes are tied into intersex liberation and affected by compulsory dyadism in ways that endosex people don't understand. Take the intense revulsion that some trans people express about the thought of medical transition, for example. Although transitioning does not make people intersex and never will, and the only way to be intersex is to have an intersex variation, I think that compulsory dyadism affects a lot more of that rhetoric than is expressed. The disgust I see some people talking about when they think about medical transition causing them to live in a body that has XX chromosomes, a vagina, but also more hair, a larger clitoris--I think a lot of this rhetoric is born in compulsory dyadism that teaches us to view anything that steps outside the sex dyad with intense fear and violence. I'm thinking about transphobic legislation blocking medical transition and how there's intersex exceptions in almost every one of those bills, and how having an understanding of compulsory dyadism would actually help us understand the ways in which our struggles overlap and choose to build meaningful solidarity, instead of just sitting together by default.

I have so much more to say about this topic, and will probably continue to write about it for a while, but I want to end by just saying: I think this is going to be one of the most important concepts for intersex advocacy going into the next decade. With all due respect and much love to intersex activists both current and present,I think that it's time for a new strategy, not one where we medicalize ourselves and distance ourselves from queer liberation, not one where we sort of just end up as an add on to LGBTQ community by default, not even one where we use a human rights framework, nonprofits, and try to negotiate with the government. I agree with so much of what Dr. Orr says in Cripping Intersex and I think the intersex and/as/is/with disability framework, along with these foundational ideas for understanding our own oppression with the language of compulsory dyadism and curative violence, are providing us with the tools to start laying a foundation for a truly liberatory mode of intersex community building and liberation.

*Endosex means not intersex

Endosex people, please feel free to reblog!

#personal #actuallyintersex #intersex #curative violence #compulsory dyadism #intersexism #interphobia #medical abuse tw #h slur #igm tw #disability studies #actually disabled

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mostlysignssomeportents · 23 days

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Greedflation, but for prisoners

I'm touring my new, nationally bestselling novel The Bezzle! Catch me TOMORROW (Apr 21) in TORINO, then Marin County (Apr 27), Winnipeg (May 2), Calgary (May 3), Vancouver (May 4), and beyond!

Today in "Capitalists Hate Capitalism" news: The Appeal has published the first-ever survey of national prison commissary prices, revealing just how badly the prison profiteer system gouges American's all-time, world-record-beating prison population:

https://theappeal.org/locked-in-priced-out-how-much-prison-commissary-prices/

Like every aspect of the prison contracting system, prison commissaries – the stores where prisoners are able to buy food, sundries, toiletries and other items – are dominated by private equity funds that have bought out all the smaller players. Private equity deals always involve gigantic amounts of debt (typically, the first thing PE companies do after acquiring a company is to borrow heavily against it and then pay themselves a hefty dividend).

The need to service this debt drives PE companies to cut quality, squeeze suppliers, and raise prices. That's why PE loves to buy up the kinds of businesses you must spend your money at: dialysis clinics, long-term care facilities, funeral homes, and prison services.

Prisoners, after all, are a literal captive market. Unlike capitalist ventures, which involve the risk that a customer will take their business elsewhere, prison commissary providers have the most airtight of monopolies over prisoners' shopping.

Not that prisoners have a lot of money to spend. The 13th Amendment specifically allows for the enslavement of convicted criminals, and so even though many prisoners are subject to forced labor, they aren't necessarily paid for it:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/04/02/captive-customers/#guillotine-watch

Six states ban paying prisoners anything. North Carolina caps prisoners' pay at one dollar per day. Nationally, prisoners earn $0.52/hour, while producing $11b/year in goods and services:

https://www.dollarsandsense.org/archives/2024/0324bowman.html

So there's a double cruelty to prison commissary price-gouging. Prisoners earn far less than any other kind of worker, and they pay vastly inflated prices for the necessities of life. There's also a triple cruelty: prisoners' families – deprived of an incarcerated breadwinner's earnings – are called upon to make up the difference for jacked up commissary prices out of their own strained finances.

So what does prison profiteering look like, in dollars and sense? Here's the first-of-its-kind database tracking the costs of food, hygiene items and religious items in 46 states:

https://theappeal.org/commissary-database/

Prisoners rely heavily on commissaries for food. Prisons serve spoiled, inedible food, and often there isn't enough to go around – prisoners who rely on the food provided by their institutions literally starve. This is worst in prisons where private equity funds have taken over the cafeteria, which is inevitable accompanied by swingeing cuts to food quality and portions:

https://theappeal.org/prison-food-virginia-fluvanna-correctional-center/

So you have one private equity fund starving prisoners, and another that's gouging them on food. Or sometimes it's the same company. Keefe Group, owned by HIG Capital, provides commissaries to prisons whose cafeterias are managed by other HIG Capital portfolio companies like Trinity Services Group. HIG also owns the prison health-care company Wellpath – so if they give you food poisoning, they get paid twice.

Wellpath delivers "grossly inadequate healthcare":

https://theappeal.org/massachusetts-prisons-wellpath-dentures-teeth/

And Trinity serves "meager portions of inedible food":

https://theappeal.org/clayton-county-jail-sheriff-election/

When prison commissaries gouge on food, no part of the inventory is spared, even the cheapest items. In Florida, a packet of ramen costs $1.06, 300% more inside the prison than it does at the Target down the street:

https://www.documentcloud.org/documents/24444312-fl_doc_combined_commissary_lists#document/p6/a2444049

America's prisoners aren't just hungry, they're also hot. The climate emergency is sending temperatures in America's largely un-air-conditioned prisons soaring to dangerous levels. Commissaries capitalize on this, too: an 8" fan costs $40 in Delaware's Sussex Correctional Institution. In Georgia, that fan goes for $32 (but prisoners are not paid for their labor in Georgia pens). And in scorching Texas, the commissary raised the price of water by 50% last summer:

https://www.tpr.org/criminal-justice/2023-07-20/texas-charges-prisoners-50-more-for-water-for-as-heat-wave-continues

Toiletries are also sold at prices that would make an airport gift-shop blush. Need denture adhesive? That's $12.28 in an Idaho pen, triple the retail price. 15% of America's prisoners are over 55. The Keefe Group – sister company to the "grossly inadequate" healthcare company Wellpath – operates that commissary. In Oregon, the commissary charges a 200% markup on hearing-aid batteries. Vermont charges a 500% markup on reading glasses. Imagine spending decades in prison: toothless, blind, and deaf.

Then there's the religious items. Bibles and Christmas cards are surprisingly reasonable, but a Qaran will run you $26 in Vermont, where a Bible is a mere $4.55. Kufi caps – which cost $3 or less in the free world – go for $12 in Indiana prisons. A Virginia prisoner needs to work for 8 hours to earn enough to buy a commissary Ramadan card (you can buy a Christmas card after three hours' labor).

Prison price-gougers are finally facing a comeuppance. California's new BASIC Act caps prison commissary markups at 35% (California commissaries used to charge 63-200% markups):

https://theappeal.org/price-gouging-in-california-prisons-newsom-signature/

Last year, Nevada banned any markup on hygiene items:

https://www.leg.state.nv.us/App/NELIS/REL/82nd2023/Bill/10425/Overview

And prison tech monopolist Securus has been driven to the brink of bankruptcy, thanks to the activism of Worth Rises and its coalition partners:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/04/08/money-talks/

When someone tells you who they are, believe them the first time. Prisons show us how businesses would treat us if they could get away with it.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/04/20/captive-market/#locked-in

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pursuitseternal · 7 months

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“Bites in the Night: Part 3…” Astarion x Reader on the road… with sexy daggers this time ⚔️

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Part 3: “Daggers are a love language, my sweet…”

Astarion x F!Reader | E | 3.4k of swords + smut

Summary: You keep watch over your companions, but after the events of the… and after weeks of growing closer with your Vampire Rogue in terms other than sex… you need to burn some of your energy off. A midnight session with your blades seems the solution… especially when you find yourself with… a sparring partner.

Inspired by Careful—ibite’s post and amazing blog! Thank you @careful---ibite !

CW: sword sexual innuendo, getting handedly defeated by Astarion, true feelings confession ™️, NSFW: forest edition, and some bad “sheathing” puns that make Astarion roll his eyes.

Read here if you prefer AO3

Don’t lose your breath on this one, Darling…

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Keeping watch, you sit by the fire, the sound of your companions breathing joins the soft crackles and pops of the fire. Your rotation falls tonight, it’s crisp in the mountains, the pine air is cool, so you stay by the fire, tending it until your watch is done. Keeping the others warm and safe.

Well…. All the others except for Astarion. You watched him slip into the trees an hour ago, one last look thrown you way over his shoulder. Your vampire, heading out to hunt.

Your heart aches, knowing full well just how many long horrors he endured as a spawn. Watching him hide that self doubt behind his swagger, covering his self-loathing behind constant flirtation as smooth as silk. It had been easy to give him the space he had asked for you, to grow in your knowledge of one another, not just carnally.

In fact, it had been weeks. Traveling and fighting, and seeking down cures… and all the while, he had not asked for you to come to his bed again. Of course, he had crept beside yours to feed when you gave him every opportunity, but his touches were light. You scoff to yourself, thinking as you scan the treeline for movement. You would call his attentions almost chaste if it were not for the way he looks at you, undressing you in his mind, and the way his words beckon you with every little flirtatious thought that crosses that same dirty mind.

But you wait. You show him there is more to intimacy than fucking. Every conversation you have, every time you offer for him to feed when he begins to look haphazard and bedraggled, all those little ways you do care.

Grabbing two more logs, you set them in the blaze. Wiping your hands together, you slowly stand, eyeing the rest of your party as they sleep. Blissful for now. Exhausted from the journey and from your latest grisly encounter of the day. Sometimes, you had even seen your own life flash before your eyes, let alone watched in horror as every one of your companions nearly met an end today.

It was a rest well deserved. And you had taken the watch tonight, guilt plaguing you to have put every single one of them in such mortal peril.

Nothing a little self-prescribed training couldn’t fix. Or at least, couldn’t help clear your conscience.

You check your hips, blade on one side, dagger at the other. These weapons were… newly acquired. Well, stolen… well, stolen for you by your Vampire rogue. Thievery seemed to be his love language. But they were unfamiliar at best, their balance, their grip were strange, even if they were stronger and more powerful. And it had almost cost lives today.

You walk towards the forest, sure that the fire would keep burning for a couple hours at least now. The hard scrape of your weapons as you draw them both sets you on edge, wakes you up.

They feel light, lighter than the blades you knew. You give them a spin, the soft handles steady in your palms, trying hard not to fumble them, to catch your fingers on the elegant cross guards. Holding them aloft, you settle yourself on the balls of your toes, readying stance, primed to begin your forms. They flow through you, form after form, swiping and stabbing and parrying. Slowly. Carefully at first.

Then you pick up speed. Swiping faster, sword and dagger more familiar now. You spin on your toes, as if you mean to strike your enemies from behind.

And you jolt as your blade meets another with a clang.

Astarion smirks at you, that twist of his lips and cant of his brows that makes your blood run hot. His dagger shines in the moonlight as he slowly scrapes it down the length of your sword.

“Hello, darling,” he purrs. “I see you took some advice to practice for once.” He pushes your sword to your side, but that sharpened dagger still remains in his hand, his smirk widens as he slowly presses its point beneath your chin.

You laugh, breathless, unable to deny the edge of fear he still manages to incite in you. “Amazing, Astarion,” you try to laugh, feeling his body drawing closer. “You can’t help but shove cold, pointed things in my face even when we aren’t…”

“What?” he smirks wider, clearly enjoying where this is going, “doing the deed?”

Your own smirk turns your mouth, your tongue suddenly wet as you try to swallow. Not as wet as other parts of your grow, however. “Exactly,” you manage to reply the single word steadily.

“Hmm, yes, about that,” he continues, voice suddenly quiet and steady and raw. “I can’t tell you how grateful I am for you. You are different, you do care. Enough to actually become acquainted with me, to come to know me, more than I do myself it seems.” That veil of seduction slips, his voice cracking a bit as he lowers his dagger from your skin. “Today, watching you almost get vivisected on some enemy spear, however, made me realize many things.”

“Oh?” you breathe. You try to swallow the lump in your throat, hard and throbbing to hear his confessions, and to be reminded of your burning guilt yet again.

“Many things,” he repeats, “the least of which is that you are far too precious to me to watch you die.” His words are filled with ache, his crimson eyes wide and wet as he looks down at you.

Tears? you wonder. It is too dark to really see, but from the way his voice seems to stick in his throat…

But he clears his voice, quickly back to that honeyed tone. “I also realize that you need a sparring partner, training alone will only do you so much good. And since I’m so much better than you…”

You step back, folding your arms across your chest, trying to be exacting. But your back bumps unceremoniously against some pine. And his body closes in to cover you, faster than you can gasp. His hands pin you in, splaying around your shoulders as he pushes into your frame, your back scratched by the peeling bark. But you can’t care. Not with the ecstacy of his body bearing into you, all hard and strong and everywhere.

You sigh, “Gods, I’ve missed this…” the words are out of your mouth before you can even think them.

“Mmm, I have, as well,” his words rasp in your mouth, his lips, his fangs so close again. “Almost losing you today, I realized one more thing, that I would go mad, I would rather die, than to lose you, to live my life alone without your affection, your care… and without that perfect body of yours, darling.”

Molten. Your blood is singing in your veins, your mouth waters and your cunt aches, positively drenching your breeches, you are sure.

Your body writhes, a little unbidden roll of your hips against him as he presses you harder.

“Your dual-wielding requires finesse, darling,” he is insufferable, the way his eyes skate over your face, fixing on the way your veins pulse in your neck. “Shame I only have one weapon you could grip to practice with… guess we will have to do this the old-fashioned way…”

“I thought you said you didn’t want me to think of you in terms of….”

“A person can have a change of heart, can’t they?” His voice is like music, lilting and deep. “In fact, I’d like to up the ante, raise the stakes a bit, my dear…”

He withdraws from you, his hands unsheathing two daggers, so sharp you can almost hear them whistle in the air as he grips them with a flourish. A smile plays around his lips, more enticing than fear inducing, though you feel both pounding in your body as you watch him square up to you. “If you win, you get to have me in whatever fashion you so desire, darling. Let your imagination run wild….”

“And if you win?” You force an air of confidence, a swing of your side sword and dagger that mimics his own flare.

But Astarion only laughs, that rapid, low-toned giggle as he grins so wide, you see his fangs in the starlight. “No spoilers, my dear, but I promise you will never forget it…”

“You’re not going to…”

“Kill you? No,” his brows furrow in a rush of hurt. “Weren’t you listening? The only way for me not to personally worry myself into another grave about you is to make sure you are up to snuff with those new blades. Now, put up and shut up….” He breathes, a deep exhale that eases the clenching of his body, “…darling.”

You smile, heart pounding as you take the sight of him in. You remember the way you first met… his dagger at your throat, your body trapped between his legs. And now, the way he sways on his feet, a bit feline and totally predacious. His fingers twitch on the hilts of his elegant blades, his eyes watching you. Daring you. Assessing you.

He waits for you to move first. So you do, you stab, you spin. But every swing of your sword, he deflects, barely moving as he parries you just so easily. There is no way, no way his two short daggers should be able to work the magic he draws from them. They seem part of his body, just as cold and hard, sharper than his tongue.

You try a few more swings, doing your best to catch him off guard. But he always anticipates you. Always blocks you. Steady and unmoving.

Until he begins to press his advantage. You notice the way he begins to lean on his toes, his dodges becoming advances, his parries turning into quick little attacks. And then, you see him smile, brow arching in that rakish way that unsettles your stomach and makes your neck burn where he bites you.

He lunges, his blades everywhere at once. His silver hair whips in the breeze, moving so quickly. You dodge, having to retreat step after step, so you don’t get sliced by more than his fangs. You manage to hook one dagger with yours, a slight twist sends it careening to the forest floor. But it’s all he will allow you as a small victory. He knocks first one blade out of your grip, then the next.

His empty hand grips both of yours, lighting-quick speed flying you back against that same fated tree. He raises your arms above your head, pinned in one large, icy palm, leaving you dangling by his preternatural strength.

But that other hand still holds one weapon, its sharp tip pressing along the line of your jaw.

You pant, unable to catch your breath or cease your racing heart. But he, he stands, cooler than the shade, not even a sweat on his brow. He lets the blade of his dagger score down your skin, careful not to cut. Just the delicious drag of metal to send you panting and writhing.

“It would seem you lost, darling…”

“Have I, though?” you let yourself give in to the feeling of being his prey. Savoring the clenching of his body as he cages you in. “I’m fairly certain by now you just shove daggers at my throat as a way of saying you want me, Astarion…”

“Tch,” he sucks his teeth and cocks his head, eyeing you with deep enjoyment. “Daggers are a love language, my sweet, one of my favorites.” He leans in closer to you, that dangerous blade still pushed gently against your flesh. “When you’ve seduced as many as I have, you learn to use… all… your weapons. But I’ve saved the best for you, my love.”

“Thoughtful of you, my love,” you match his ardor, throwing the same new pet name back between his hovering lips.

“Mmm, best wait to thank me until I’ve finished claiming my victory, since you…” he reaches your hands higher above you head, blade of his dagger slipping like hard silk under your chin, tilting your mouth higher. Closer. “… since you lost, darling.”

“Did I? I’m pretty sure I’ll win, once you’ve… stowed your weapon…”

His eyes flash in humor, a giggle erupting loudly from his throat. “Gods, don’t spoil my winnings with such puns, I plan to have such a good time…”

Your lips flutter, stomach sinking to your knees, pulling on his hand that holds you pinned, raising on the tips of your toes until his blade slips away and your lips crash into his. He releases the dagger, letting clatter at your feet. Unleashing his favorite weapons, his lust and his fangs, and both tear into you. The surge of his hunger pushes into you, his tongue tangling with your, his hands dropping, caressing and massaging your body everywhere. Like he can’t feel you enough. Can’t bring him into his body, his mouth enough to sate him.

Your hands meet his in equal need, your fingers tearing at his doublet, snapping the buttons until Astarion can easily shirk it off. His hands make quick work of his own tunic, and you hold your breath, the moment you see that ivory body, chiseled and hard and perfect. You throb for more. Hand cupping at the back of your neck, he devours you again, lips working yours with demand, your hands wandering up and down the ridges of his stomach. That always hungry stomach. Your hands pull him, all your pent up need igniting to feel his smooth, icy skin against you. You pull your own shirt from your breeches, his hands instantly aiding, making quick work of it, pulling it over your head.

He won’t stop there, instantly ripping into your breeches, tearing them open until you feel his cool touch slipping into your folds. So swollen, so drenched, you shudder, instantly throwing your head back against the tree.

“More,” you pant, sliding your own clothing from your legs.

“If you joke about sheathing my weapon, right now; I swear I’ll bite you…” he growls, hand freed now to work into you all the more.

“You’re going to bite me anyway,” you sigh a laugh, “why not let you stow…”

His mouth stops your words, his fingers crooking and thrusting into your folds, arousal dripping down his knuckles, making other noises come from your throat than less-than-tasteful wordplay.

Your hands shake, fingers trying so hard to free the buckle at his waist, to sneak into the fastened band of his breeches. Fumbling with the clasp, you make him gasp, scoring your nails into his belly.

He hisses into your mouth, “Careful, love, unless you’re so eager to draw my blood. Just as much a danger with your nails as you are your blades…”

You laugh, slow as his hand slips from inside you, giving you the aid you seek with haste. Clothing falls, his cock springs free, prodding against your mound, your belly. His skin is a relief against your flushed body, you crave more. Need more.

He sees it on your face as he looks down at you. “Gods, you’re beautiful,” he breathes, “the glisten of your sweat, the dilation of your eyes and swell of your kissed lips… the only thing missing is a little blood…” his face quirks into that rakish leer, twisting smirk and canting brows. You nod, pulling your own hair from your neck, crying out the moment he bites into you. The intoxicating way you feel him feeding, swallowing down your blood, you bodies joined before he even fucks you. You moan, aching for more of him as he lifts his mouth from your skin.

Hands grasp at your ass, lifting you, and you jump into his arms. He treads to the mossy hills around you, settling you down. Covering you with the weight of his body, the force of his desire that you had craved for so, so long.

You would have it no other way, giving him everything under the stars, finally seeing his eyes fixed into yours as he enters you. At last. His words run dry, mouth far too busy stealing your breath and tongue too occupied dancing with yours to make any sultry remarks.

He is speechless. But the thrusts of his body, the obsessive stare into your eyes, the working of his kiss, it showers you with more praise than any flirtation ever had.

This. This was real. No holding back, no pretense. Just his absolute need to bury himself to his balls in you. To consume your every living breath as if it would give him life again.

He takes his time, making you feel every inch of his massive length dragging through you, in and out. His arms wrap you into him, clinging around your shoulders. And you do the same, hands clutching those mysterious lines of infernal that cover the clenching muscles of his back. You wrap him in your arms, your legs, as if to reassure him you won’t let go. Won’t ever let go. His breathing grows harsh, damp in your mouth. Aching as if a million emotions will burst from his chest. Your hands move to his cheeks, feeling them slightly damp beneath your fingers.

Sweat or tears, you don’t know. You can’t know in this darkness. But he wants it that way. You kiss the damp, salt on your lips as you keep your mouth there. Hands cradling his face as he still draws himself in and out.

You breathe his name, your hands caressing into those silver silken locks… “Astarion…”

Something between you shifts he lifts his head, mouth devouring yours, hands wandering from that hard embrace to cling to your ass, holding you as his thrusts suddenly pick up speed, hammering into you with all the precision and force of his fighting. You can feel him winding tight like a spring, bearing into you with hunger. Single focused need. As if you are the last morsel between him and starvation.

He grunts with each thrust, your own wave of climax swirling through you, driven higher with his pounding. The slaps of his body against yours echo in your ears, his voice silken even as he curses, “Gods below, so tight, so wet… so good…”

You shatter with his praise, tumbling in a writhing stuttering, wet mess as you come. His head thrown back, face blissfully contorted, he follows you into his own. Hardest yet, he slams into you, collapsing against your body on the forest floor.

His head nestles into the crook of your shoulder, blood still seeping. And you don’t fail to notice that his tongue licks you slowly.

“Well, handsome victor,” you tease, “enjoy your prize?”

He props himself up from you slightly, his eyes even smirking as he smiles. A little swivel of his hips drags his still hard cock through the mingling juices of you both. “Enjoy it? Yes, very much, my love. But I am hardly satisfied…” He giggles in that bubbly way of his, pulling out and pulling you to your feet. “I think it requires closer inspection in my tent…”

He doesn’t stop to collect your clothes or your weapons, no. His strength is tenfold with all your blood inside him as he bends down to throw you over his shoulder. You give a muffled yelp, one he corrects with a slight slap on your rear as you dangle down his back.

“Prizes don’t need to draw so much attention to themselves, darling…” He carries you, your body swaying over his shoulder like some good he pinched, coming closer and closer to the circle of light from your camp.

“Attention? I was on watch, Astarion,” you growl, mortified as you realize what you abandoned.

“Not anymore,” you hear a sleepy voice from behind you. Gale clears his throat louder as he does not approach you, your naked vampire rogue drawing nearer to his own tent. “You’re both off the watch rotation until you can practice some self control.” He sounds grumpy, but you don’t care as Astarion swings you around.

“I’ll be much obliged to you, wizard,” he taunts, running a hand over the pert swell of your ass “Might take some time you know…. Practice does make perfect…”

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New beginning

Summary: It's a new beginning.

Pairing: Judge Turpin × Fem! Reader

Warning: Illness.

Author's Notes: Is it wrong that I'm sad this story is ending? I think I got more attached to this story than I should have. 😅

First, Second, Third, Fourth, Fifth and Sixth part here.

As the days turned into months and then years, William grew up quickly, his laughter filling the halls of your grand mansion. You marveled at how time seemed to fly by, cherishing every moment spent watching your son grow and thrive.

But as William grew, so did your family. Soon, you found yourself pregnant again, the news of twins filling you with both excitement and trepidation. Turpin, though initially taken aback by the prospect of expanding your family, soon embraced the idea with his usual stoic resolve.

Months passed, and eventually, the day arrived when you welcomed your twin babies into the world. Turpin stood by your side, his expression a mixture of awe and apprehension as he witnessed the miracle of birth once again. Despite his typically stern demeanor, his heart melted at the sight of his newborn children, and he vowed to protect and cherish them with all his being.

As the years went by, Turpin's health began to decline, his once formidable strength weakened by illness. Forced to retire from his prestigious position as a judge, Turpin struggled to come to terms with his newfound vulnerability. You, ever the devoted wife, remained by his side, offering comfort and support as he navigated this challenging chapter of his life.

With Turpin's health deteriorating, you made the difficult decision to leave London behind and move to the farm you had always dreamed of. Turpin, though initially resistant to the idea, eventually acquiesced, recognizing the benefits of the fresh air and tranquility for his recovery.

The transition to farm life was not without its challenges, but together, you and Turpin faced them head-on, drawing strength from each other and the love that bound your family together. Turpin, though laid up since his illness, found solace in the simple pleasures of country living, while you reveled in the opportunity to nurture your growing family in the serene countryside.

As the years passed, the farm became a sanctuary for your family, a place where Turpin could find peace amidst the turmoil of his declining health. Surrounded by the beauty of nature and the love of his family, Turpin rediscovered a sense of purpose and contentment that he had long thought lost.

Though Turpin's illness presented its share of challenges, it also brought you closer together as a family, strengthening the bonds that held you all together. As you watched your children grow and thrive in the idyllic countryside, you couldn't help but feel a profound sense of gratitude for the life you had built together, far away from the hustle and bustle of city life.

As the afternoon sun cast its golden rays over the sprawling fields surrounding your farm, you and Turpin sat together on a sturdy wooden chair placed in the entrance of your cozy farmhouse. The gentle breeze carried the sound of laughter and playful shouts from your children, William, Sophia, and Belladonna, who were engrossed in a game of tag in the yard.

Turpin, his once formidable frame now softened by age and illness, leaned back in his chair, a faint smile gracing his lips as he watched his children at play. His hooked nose and baritone voice still commanded authority, but there was a warmth in his gaze as he observed their antics.

His recently acquired cane rested on the arm of his chair, a symbol of his newfound reliance on assistance. Yet, despite his physical limitations, Turpin radiated a sense of contentment and pride as he basked in the joy of fatherhood.

You, seated beside him, couldn't help but smile as you watched the scene unfold before you. William, now a strapping young lad of ten, took on the role of protector, keeping a watchful eye on his younger sisters as they darted around the yard with reckless abandon.

But it was Sophia and Belladonna, aged seven, who truly stole the show. With their wild curls bouncing in the breeze and laughter bubbling from their lips, they embodied the innocence and exuberance of youth.

Suddenly, Sophia and Belladonna broke away from their game, sprinting towards you and Turpin with reckless abandon. "Father! Father!" they exclaimed in unison, their voices echoing with excitement.

You couldn't help but scold the girls gently for their lack of decorum, reminding them to behave like proper young ladies. Turpin, however, merely chuckled indulgently, his stern gaze softening as he watched his daughters clamor for his attention.

"Sophia, Belladonna, mind your manners," you chided gently, though there was a fondness in your tone. "You mustn't pester your father so."

Turpin's smile widened as he reached out to ruffle Sophia's hair affectionately, his touch gentle despite the playful glint in his eyes. "Indeed, my dears," he added with mock severity. "You must learn to comport yourselves with the dignity befitting young ladies of your station."

But the girls paid his admonishments no heed, too caught up in the excitement of the moment to care about propriety. They threw themselves at Turpin with abandon, their laughter filling the air as they clamored for his attention.

Turpin, unable to resist their infectious energy, wrapped his arms around his daughters, pulling them close in a tight embrace. "Very well, my little rascals," he conceded with a chuckle. "But remember, you mustn't forget your manners in the future."

You shook your head in amusement, unable to suppress a smile at the sight of Turpin indulging his daughters' antics. Despite his stern demeanor, there was a tenderness in his interactions with them that spoke volumes about the depth of his love for his children.

"Richard, are you alright?" you asked, your voice filled with worry as you gently supported him.

In that moment, surrounded by the ones you loved most in the world, you couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the life you had built together. As the laughter of your children echoed through the evening air, Turpin suddenly doubled over, a violent coughing fit seizing him. Concern etched across your features, you quickly rose from your seat and moved to his side.

Turpin waved off your concern with a dismissive gesture, though his coughs continued to wrack his frail frame. "I'm fine," he rasped between coughs, his baritone voice strained with effort, "just a minor inconvenience."

But you knew better than to ignore the signs of his declining health. With a firm hand, you helped him to his feet, guiding him back towards the house with gentle insistence.

"Let's get you back to the bedroom," you said firmly, your tone brooking no argument, "you need to rest."

Surprisingly, Turpin didn't protest, instead grasping his cane tightly as he leaned on you for support. Together, you made your way back into the house, calling out to the children as you passed through the doorway.

"William, Sophia, Belladonna," you called out, your voice carrying through the halls, "time to wash up for dinner."

The children, obedient as always, responded promptly, their footsteps echoing as they made their way inside. As they passed Turpin, who was already halfway up the stairs, he couldn't help but scold them for their reckless behavior.

"Mind your manners on the stairs, children," he admonished sternly, though the trio paid his warnings little heed as they dashed past him, eager to wash up before dinner.

Turpin sighed wearily as you reached his side, helping him up the stairs with careful steps. Once in the bedroom, you assisted him in laying down on the bed, his coughs gradually subsiding as he settled into a more comfortable position.

Watching him closely, you began to undress him, your hands moving with practiced ease as you removed his formal attire. Turpin watched you silently, a hint of sadness flickering in his eyes.

"You're still so young," he commented softly, his voice tinged with regret, "you shouldn't have to take care of an old man like me."

You didn't respond to his words, instead focusing on the task at hand as you dressed him in comfortable clothes. With gentle hands, you tucked him in, ensuring he was warm and comfortable before turning to leave the room.

But Turpin's sudden grip on your wrist stopped you in your tracks. Startled, you met his gaze, only to find his eyes filled with a mixture of sadness and resolve.

"Do you remember the sentence I gave you years ago?" he whispered, his voice barely above a hoarse murmur.

You nodded slowly, the memory of his possessive decree resurfacing with painful clarity. "Yes," you replied softly, your heart heavy with the weight of his words, "I remember."

Turpin's nose twitched slightly as he studied your face, his expression pained. "Forget that sentence," he said abruptly, surprising you with the suddenness of his request.

Confusion clouded your features as you looked at him, searching his eyes for any hint of deception. "What?" you asked incredulously, unable to comprehend his sudden change of heart.

"You are still young," Turpin continued, his voice trembling with emotion, "you deserve a man who will take care of you, who will love you as I never could."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you listened to his words, a mixture of sadness and disbelief washing over you. Turpin had always been possessive, demanding your unwavering loyalty with cruel insistence. And yet, here he was, urging you to forget his decree, to seek happiness beyond the confines of your marriage.

"You're crazy," you whispered hoarsely, your voice thick with emotion, "if you think I'll ever look for another man."

Turpin reached out to brush away your tears, his touch surprisingly gentle against your skin. "You deserve to live, to find happiness," he insisted, his own eyes shining with unshed tears, "even if it's not with me."

But you shook your head, unable to accept his words, unable to fathom a life without him by your side. "Shut up," you whispered brokenly, your voice barely above a whisper, "Just shut up."

For the first time in your life, you defied Turpin's orders, your heart rebelling against the notion of a future without him. Despite his cruelty, despite his flaws, you loved him with a fierceness that defied reason, that defied logic.

Turpin's expression softened momentarily, his gaze filled with a mixture of frustration and sorrow. "You silly, stupid woman," he muttered under his breath, his baritone voice tinged with anguish.

You looked away, unable to bear the intensity of his gaze, the weight of his words heavy on your heart. With a trembling hand, you attempted to pull away from him, to distance yourself from the pain of his rejection.

But Turpin refused to let you go, his grip on your wrist tightening with unexpected strength. "No," he said firmly, his voice commanding despite its tremulous quality, "You will listen to me, damn it!"

Startled by the sudden change in his demeanor, you turned back to face him, your eyes wide with surprise. Turpin's hooked nose twitched slightly as he studied your face, his expression torn between anger and desperation.

"I may be cruel, I may be a monster," he began, his voice barely above a hoarse whisper, "but I cannot bear the thought of you suffering because of me."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you listened to his words, the raw emotion in his voice cutting through the layers of resentment and anger that had built up between you. Despite his flaws, despite his cruelty, you couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for the man before you.

Turpin reached out to brush away your tears, his touch surprisingly gentle against your skin. "Listen to me," he pleaded, his voice cracking with emotion, "if there are other lives, if there is a chance for redemption, I will find you."

You blinked in disbelief, unable to comprehend the magnitude of his promise. "What do you mean?" you whispered hoarsely, your voice filled with uncertainty.

Turpin's gaze bore into yours, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "If one day I am reborn, if one day I have the chance to make amends for my sins," he said solemnly, "I will look for you. In every life, in every world, I will look for you."

A sob caught in your throat as you listened to his words, the weight of his promise settling over you like a heavy blanket. Despite everything, despite the pain and the heartache, you couldn't deny the truth in his eyes, the sincerity in his voice.

With a groan, Lionel reached over and disarmed the alarm at the head of his bed, silencing its incessant beeping. Damn these crazy dreams, he thought to himself, shaking his head in frustration.

"Because you are mine," Turpin continued, his voice filled with a quiet intensity, "and I am yours. And nothing, not even death itself, can change that."

"Richard..."

Suddenly, Lionel jolted awake from his bed, disoriented and slightly bewildered by the vividness of his dream. Running his hands through his hair, he looked around the dimly lit bedroom, the remnants of the dream still lingering in his mind.

As he undressed and stepped into the shower, the hot water cascading over his tired body, Lionel tried to remember the details of the dream. It was always the same, a smile, but the specifics eluded him, slipping through his fingers like grains of sand.

Furrowing his brow in concentration, Lionel scrubbed at his skin, hoping to shake off the remnants of the dream that clung to him like a stubborn shadow. He had better things to think about, like the party he was hosting today and the Monet he planned to purchase.

But try as he might, the memory of the dream persisted, taunting him with its elusive details. Frustrated, Lionel leaned against the tiled wall of the shower, closing his eyes and willing the images to fade away.

As the steam filled the air around him, Lionel took a deep breath, letting the warmth of the water soothe his tired muscles. He had a busy day ahead of him, and he couldn't afford to dwell on a mere dream.

With renewed determination, Lionel finished his shower and stepped out into the cool air of the bathroom, the memory of the dream still lingering at the edges of his mind. But as he dried himself off and got dressed, he pushed the thoughts aside, focusing instead on the tasks that lay ahead.

There would be time to ponder the meaning of his dreams later. For now, Lionel had a party to host and a painting to acquire, and nothing was going to stand in his way.

Lionel's brow furrowed in frustration as he examined the counterfeit Monet in front of him, the queen's face mocking him from the canvas. He sighed heavily as Harry Deane and PJ Puznowski walked away, his heart still racing with the realization of how close he had come to being tricked.

"Damn it," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief at his own gullibility. He had almost fallen for their scheme, but he refused to let himself dwell on it any longer. There were more pressing matters at hand, and Lionel couldn't afford to waste time regretting his near-miss.

Straightening his bow tie with a determined gesture, Lionel plastered a smile on his face and made his way back to the party. He had a reputation to maintain, after all, and he couldn't let a little setback ruin his evening.

As he mingled with the guests, exchanging pleasantries and discussing business deals, Lionel couldn't shake the feeling of unease that lingered at the back of his mind. It was as if something was tugging at his subconscious, pulling him towards a truth he couldn't quite grasp.

And then, he saw her.

She was standing across the room, surrounded by two other women, her sweet smile lighting up her face. Lionel felt his heart skip a beat as their eyes met, a sense of déjà vu washing over him like a tidal wave.

For a few precious seconds, the world seemed to fade away as he stared at her, captivated by the warmth and kindness in her eyes. It was a sensation unlike anything he had ever experienced before, a feeling that defied explanation.

But before he could dwell on it any longer, she looked away, turning back to her friends and resuming her conversation. Lionel watched her with a mixture of longing and confusion, his mind racing with questions he couldn't begin to answer.

Who was she? And why did she stir something within him that he couldn't quite define?

And as he watched her move gracefully through the crowd, laughter dancing in her eyes, Lionel couldn't help but feel a sense of hope stir within him.

With a shake of his head, Lionel forced himself to focus on the task at hand. He had a party to host and guests to entertain, and he couldn't afford to let his thoughts wander.

But as the evening wore on, he found himself stealing glances in her direction, unable to shake the feeling that he had found something he never knew he was searching for.

It was then that he noticed her uniform, the realization dawning on him with a sense of disbelief. She was a waitress, just another face in the crowd, and yet... there was something about her that stirred a sense of familiarity within him.

With a rueful laugh, Lionel shook his head, dismissing the notion as absurd. But deep down, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had found something important, something worth holding onto amidst the chaos of his extravagant life.

Perhaps, just perhaps, he had finally found what he had been looking for all along.

#alan rickman #judge turpin x reader #judge turpin #sweeney todd #oc #lionel shabandar

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everythingmp3 · 25 days

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𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲

𝐓𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐨𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

after one too many weeks of Tess refusing to give into her feelings for you, you decide to stop flirting with her and turn to a less noble strategy: dating someone else to make her jealous. you know playing with Tess like that is risky, considering her temper, but you simply can´t help yourself. so, eventually, things are bound to take a turn.

warnings: minors dni! strap use (bottom!reader), light edging, light overstim, oral (reader receiving), slight infidelity

author´s note: this is my take on Tess’s meaner side but the vibe shifts a lot halfway through! definitely more smut in this than my others for her, I truly just wrote this for fun, so no discussion of any personal issues this time, just two desperate fools <3 also as always: I’m not aiming to be super faithful to the source material. hope u enjoy!

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the way you´d come to work with Tess was a rather funny story looking back.

for the longest time both her and Joel refused to trust anyone but each other, they were stubborn about it, but as they got older they had to admit to themselves that it really wouldn't hurt to have a few allies, especially when it came to physically demanding work, since they weren´t 25 anymore. they slowly figured out who they should recruit, mostly looking for younger people who were either very fit, very clever or ideally both, so after a while they managed to assemble a group of around 6 people whom they knew they could always rely on. as someone who had grown up in the QZ you knew about the smuggling business, even had friends who were involved in it, but you never seriously considered it for yourself until the day you and Tess met for the first time.

Tess had always been vaguely aware of you, the way she was vaguely aware of anyone living near them, and one day she happened to stand right out of earshot when a few FEDRA guys cornered and questioned you about why they´d seen you loitering around suspicious areas multiple times, who you were working for, what you were hiding. without missing a beat you started lying through your teeth, making up some utter bullshit, Tess knew enough about you to know you were bluffing, but you did it so convincingly and with such charm that they let you go after five minutes. it was pretty impressive to Tess as she listened to it all, pretending to mind her business, the way you weren´t overdoing it but playing into their need for authority so well that she swore she could see one of them blushing as they walked off. this one. we need her. she thought. it would be priceless to have someone who wouldn´t crack under pressure, who could talk their way out of risky situations, who could, for a lack of a better term, manipulate people. the second they were gone she approached you, leading with a compliment, so at first you thought she might be flirting and got all excited, considering how rare it was to talk to encounter someone who was so your type, but when you realized that she was offering you work, the giddiness died down a little. still, it intrigued you enough to agree, because what else was there to do with your life really.

the process of getting integrated into their group was easier than you expected, a few weeks into proving yourself as reliable it became clear as day that you were their best negotiator, their secret weapon when it came to talking your way out of trouble, or talking your way into acquiring information they otherwise wouldn´t have gotten; your charisma was lethal, your way with words was impressive and hardly anyone was immune to it, so a good amount of times Tess and Joel had taken you along with them to help when beating information out of someone hadn´t worked, when smarter tactics were needed.

the one thing that was hard about the job had nothing to do with what you were actually doing; the violence, the bloodshed, the lack of guilt and shame you needed to have, none of it bothered you, none of it shook you, but one thing messed with you from the start: your insane pull towards Tess. perhaps part of the reason you´d even said yes to her offer in the first place was to get closer to her, to be around her, perhaps it would´ve taken more convincing for someone else, but when she talked to you that day and her deep smooth voice made your face feel hot for a second, you knew before she´d finished her proposal that you´d say yes.

the first few weeks you tried to gauge the vibe, wondering if there might be a chance she found you attractive too, but you quickly came to realize just how ice-cold her facade was. nobody ever had a good read on her true feelings, except maybe Joel and even he seemed at a loss at times, there was no way of knowing for sure whether you had a chance, so you decided to start dropping hints: lingering around her even when you could´ve stood further away, looking at her more intensely when you listened to her talk, moving your body differently when she was near, showing off certain assets, “coincidently” playing with your hair or licking your lips when you could feel her eyes on you, touching her arm for emphasis when you were telling her story. at first, you thought she was actually uninterested, but after a while you´d caught her looking one too many times to believe that you were reading into things, Tess was subtle but not subtle enough. something told you that she was bluffing, that she was denying her attraction for some reason, you could practically see her restraining herself whenever you flirted with her and it only made you want her more, to know that she did feel something but was hiding it from you.

what you didn´t know was that it had only taken a few days of knowing you for Tess to feel panicked by her sudden attraction to you. at first it was easy for her to ignore it, but once you started pursuing her she felt herself getting nervous, which made her try to shut down whatever it was that you made her feel because she knew how fucked she´d be if she let some girl she´d have to see on the regular get under her skin like that. Tess grew stubborn, she had too much pride to let you feel like you had the power to get her to give into her urges, so instead of taking your flirting as an invitation to just go for it and have fun, she tried her hardest to let you believe you had no effect on her, unwilling to be the weaker one in a dynamic. someone else would have just delighted in being so aggressively hit on by someone they were so into but she was different, she couldn´t just go with the flow and be normal about desire, and she´d come to regret this, hard. after a few months of unsuccessfully trying to get her to give in, you changed strategies. you had a feeling that jealousy might be a weak spot for her, so you were going to test that theory and do it well.

there was a girl in your group who obviously had a thing for you, you´d never considered it because she wasn´t really your type, but she was still pretty and good company so one day you thought fuck it, let´s see how good her poker face holds up once she sees someone else claming me right in front of her eyes.

so, one day you and the others, including Tess, were sitting around planning something and the girl you´d started seeing rested her hand on your thigh, caressed you a little as she listened to Joel and a few others talk, and you caught the brief second of shock on Tess face as she saw it, quickly followed by a flicker of something like rage, I knew it, you thought. the good thing was that the girl was very heavy on physical affection, so she kept touching you and nobody gave much of a fuck but Tess was dying on the inside. you were absolutely shameless about it because while the girl kept showering you in affection you kept giving Tess stares, the kind that made it obvious you were messing with her, challenging her, and she couldn´t believe it, your audacity, but then again, wasn´t that what she´d recruited you for, your effect on people? she hadn´t considered that she might find herself on the receiving end of it.

the following week you kept doing it every time you were all in a room together, and it was driving Tess increasingly insane, seeing a girl holding your hand, kissing your cheek, rubbing your back absentmindedly, while you kept staring at her, getting a twisted kind of pleasure out of watching her struggle more and more with denying her needs. she´d rarely felt rage like that, so hot and visceral she caught herself being unnecessarily aggressive with other people who just thought jesus, what´s up with her these days. she felt a sense of possessiveness over you that was of course unwarranted, since she´d rejected your advances and of course she knew that you were probably dating people, but actually being confronted with it was a whole different thing, seeing you being touched by someone like that was forcing her to admit that she wanted to be in the girl´s place, and even worse, could have already been if she had just given into your pursuit.

one night as you were all leaving after a brief meet up to plan a mission for the following day, Tess was leaning against the wall of the building smoking as you said goodbye to the girl, really playing it up because she was near, kissing her longer than you usually would, pulling her in tighter, before she walked down the street in the opposite direction of where you had to go home.

Tess thought okay, if you wanna fuck around with me, two can play that game. as you were about to pass by her she grinned in a way that made it look like she was laughing to herself about you, so you stopped, staring at her, “can I help you?”, not masking your annoyance well. she kept that cocky expression on her face as she flicked her cigarette away and crossed her arms, eyeing you, you hated how hot it looked, her leaning back like that, her hair falling down her shoulders, her eyes piercing even though it was dark, “oh nothing..” she said, which of course only made you press the issue, “no, go on, what´s so funny, enlighten me”, she spoke in a lower tone then, “well. you might wanna dump that girlfriend of yours”, she wasn´t your girlfriend but you didn´t correct her, couldn´t hurt to let her believe it, “huh??”, you were confused, genuinely.

the moment she saw your puzzled expression her body changed the way it usually did before throwing a really good punch or hitting a target perfectly, she knew she´d get you good with what she was about to say, she had you right where she wanted you, “well. she´s clearly not giving it to you right. otherwise you wouldn´t be staring at me all day”.

your face froze up, your whole being for that matter, it took a good few seconds for words to return to you, you were in utter disbelief. “I´m sorry, what the fuck did you just say to me?”, she loved it, finally seeing you crumble for once, having the upper hand, “you heard me.” she said, very satisfied with herself, still staring you down, unyielding, her stance solid and unmoving, her strong arms pronounced by the shirt she was wearing, you tried your hardest not to look, not there, not at her neck or her lips, there was hardly a part of her that was safe to look at, so you grew angry, “yeah I really wish I hadn´t, Theresa.” drawing the last word out.

a low blow from you, everyone knew she despised her full name. seeing her flinch a little at its sound was a momentary win, a hint of power in your hands, “careful. and I didn´t hear you denying it yet”, you shifted your stance to look more secure then, regaining your wits a little, “yeah I don´t owe you a justification of my fucking sex life as far as I´m aware. also you´re being pretty inappropriate”, that got her pissed too then, “oh that´s rich coming from you, I´m not the one who keeps eye fucking their superior”, you scoffed then, “superior? really?”, “yes. really.”, technically you knew she was right, it was only fair that those with decades of experience called the shots, still, you knew she used the word in that moment to assert a different kind of dominance, one that had little to do with your work. again, you´d failed to deny her accusation but you were eager to just get the fuck out of there with your dignity somewhat in tact still, you knew she was clever and hadn´t said anything that was too far off from the truth, “what do you want from me Tess? what business of yours is it what I do or who I date?”, a last attempt to push back, tired and riled up by all your unresolved feelings for her, the anger over having been ignored by her for so long and only now getting her attention by playing some mind game that got her to be mean to you, also anger over being turned on by it.

“well if you keep pulling me into your dissatisfaction with her it is kind of.. “my business””, her fingers making air quotes for the last part of the sentence, mocking you in a way, and her calm air as she said it was only pissing you off more, she was enjoying it, having a point, sensing that she was getting to you, “you sound insane you know that right? maybe take a downer or something” you hissed and she was getting fed up, her smile dropped,“okay here´s the deal sweetie. you quit your obnoxious starring act and we´re good. otherwise I won´t play nice anymore” you looked at her, questioning, “this is you playing “nice”?..”, she nodded, “is that a threat I´m hearing?” you inquired, “no. just a very clear instruction of what you should do. so, now go home and try to dream about your girlfriend instead of me” she waved for you to move past her, that fucking grin on her face again, you went to leave, uttering “bitch..” as you were a few feet away from her, but still close enough for her to hear, “say that to my face next time and see what happens”, loud and clear enough for you to hear, somehow not inspiring fear in you, but intrigue, which didn´t help with calming down at all.

you´d been so wrapped up in trying to defend yourself against her sudden attack that it only dawned on you after that that way of talking to you had also been an admission on her part. you knew her, you knew she wouldn´t have bothered to mess with someone like that if she truly didn´t care about them. it only solidified your belief that there was something there, something thrilling, the air between two people isn´t that charged for no reason. nobody had ever had that physical of an effect on you and you were starved for passion, you were starved for so many things, and she made you sick with a hunger that would only loosen its grip on your insides once you´d get a taste of her. usually people saw you as sweet, as easy to get along with, but she forced something out of you that was darker, and for some reason, despite the rage, you liked it and had a sneaking suspicion she did too. you could have taken her warning as a sign to finally back off and give up, you could have stopped your games and let it go, but of course, you couldn´t. something told you that you were very close to getting what you wanted, if you were willing to take the risk of finally pushing her towards a breaking point. needless to say: you were.

your work as smugglers, or whatever the hell your own job title was, was often divided within the group, Tess and Joel mostly took care of bigger plans that required multiple days of serious mapping out and careful consideration, often with a few other brainy types to figure out the details, you and a few younger people often did smaller dirty work that required you to be quick on your feet, finding people who´d screwed you over on deals, intimidation tactics, smaller drug deals, so meeting up as a group only happened semi regularly, but about a week and a half after your little stand off with Tess you found yourself in a room with almost all of the others again. that day you told yourself: okay. one last try. if she doesn´t bite now, I´m done.

part of the agenda that day was you teaching some of the other ones a thing or two about run ins with law enforcement because a few of them had come back bruised and battered from a mission and you were the one person who always without a doubt came back unscathed. it was convenient for you to have to do a lot of talking that day, because it was forcing Tess to pay attention to you, to listen to your voice, to watch you be charming with the others who took in your instructions, a glimmer of admiration in their eyes, and Tess fucking hated all of it, that she felt the same way watching you, convinced you were moving certain ways on purpose when you stood with your back turned to her. that alone was fine, she could manage, but by the time it was someone else´s turn to talk, you´d made your way back to where your “girlfriend” was standing only a few feet away from Tess. you thought perfect and went in for a kiss, but this time you kept your eyes open, looking over her shoulder to stare at Tess as you kissed the girl and you knew in that moment you´d done about the most shameless thing you could think of and for a moment Tess looked like she might actually drag you off and beat you up for it, a darkness in her eyes that would´ve scared you if it hadn´t turned on you on as much as it did, you swore you could see her clenching her teeth.

about fifteen minutes later you were all ready to leave, your date was in a hurry, she had somewhere to be so you said goodbye and watched everyone including her clear out first before you made your way to the door, for a second fully forgetting about Tess because you were lost in thought, but just as you were about to exit the door you almost ran face first into her because she´d been watching you make your way there and swooped in the last second to block your way, her arm functioning as a barrier.“and where the fuck do you think you´re going?”, she said, her voice sharp, angry, emphasis on the “fuck”.

“what??” you uttered, still recovering from being ripped out of your thoughts that violently, stumbling back a step, “what?” she mocked, imitating your tone, “you have some fucking nerve. wasn´t it enough to be a bitch to you when I told you to back off? do you need me to hurt you to finally get it? is that what you want?”. “maybe” you shot back as you felt the words hitting you right at your core, the threat of violence drawing your eyes to where her fingers were gripping the doorframe, the sudden thought it wouldn´t be the worst thing in the world to be roughed up by those. you realized you´d done the exact right things to get her to break but you were done playing games, you were done acting like you had no idea what she was talking about, you were tired of pretending; it was time to put all your cards on the table, the game was over.

you stared into her sou as you said, “you´re really fucking predictable, you know that right?” which was not what she expected to hear, her eyes narrowed then, “excuse me?”, you went on, throwing your hands in the air and looking around as if someone was there whom you could turn to and ask “can you believe this woman?”.

“Jesus fucking Christ Tess, for months I threw myself at you and got nothing in return and then the second I try to make you jealous you´re giving me the time of day, talking to me, paying attention. I was so sure that it would be the only way to get to you and well…” you gestured at her face, the intense expression,“clearly I was right.” a touch of cockiness to that last phrase. she nodded, slowly, thinking, “so you used that girl to get to me, is that it? that´s pretty fucked up of you, you know that right?”, she said it as if she was judging you but there was a clear hint of admiration at the core, Tess was impressed by your cold way of going about things, all to be alone with her.

you shrugged, “sure, yes, I know” she shook her head muttering “you really are something else..”, eyeing you up and down, still a little riled up but also thinking about the fact that you had actually done all that not to just fuck with her but to try and get her to give into her pull towards you. to her it had seemed like you just wanted to rub it in her face, that you´d moved onto someone else, but it was dawning on her that you still wanted her, that you had been trying to get with her all along. a moment of charged silence followed, you trying to understand what she was thinking before she shifted her stance, dropped her arms and looked over her shoulder onto the street, “alright. follow me” she ordered, a questioning look on your face, “what are we-”, she shushed you as she started walking and motioned for you to do the same “just shut up and come”.

as you walked a few feet behind her, down the dark street that still smelled faintly of rain and wet asphalt, you had a brief second of wondering whether she was taking you to her place or just leading you to a back alley to beat you up, and truthfully you wouldn´t have minded either option. Tess didn´t bother to turn around one single time the entire way, counting on the fact that you were behind her, cocky bitch you thought, you could have walked off in another direction without her even noticing at any second but of course you wouldn´t and of course she knew, so after about five minutes she opened the door of a five story building and didn´t bother to hold the door open, trusting you´d rush in fast enough, still not looking at you, “wow thank you” you uttered under your breath as you caught the heavy door mid closing and tried to keep up with her.

by the time you found yourself in her apartment you were out of breath and leaned against the wall in the hallway while she turned around to face your for the first time since you´d left the place you were at before, the apartment was only lit by the orange streetlights outside but you saw enough, her hair that had gotten effortlessly wavy from the humid air, the way her shirt sleeves were pushed up to her elbows, something about her arms always got you, so forced yourself to look back at her face, but she´d clocked it, your admiration for her physique, so she stepped closer to you, only stopping when she was about an arm´s length away, your already fast heartbeat not slowing down at all, your cheeks burning.

for a moment neither of you spoke because you were just sizing each other up, feeling out the vibe, waiting if the other was gonna do or say something. the reality of the situation had come to her: after all those weeks of agonizing over you she had you in her space, you were alone, nothing in the way anymore, and the freedom was almost too much to process for a second, eventually Tess spoke up as she slowly shook her head, taking in the painfully beautiful sight of you, the hint of a smile that you couldn´t suppress, “what am I gonna do with you, hm?” she thought out loud, her voice barely above a whisper, you tilted your head, speaking slowly, putting weight into each word, “you can do whatever you want.”, getting her right in her weakest spot, of course you´d figured out that bending to her will was the one thing that would make you irresistible to her, and watching her face change as the words settled was perfect, she looked like she was blacking out.

Tess realized in that moment why you had gotten under her skin as intensely as you had, why you´d taken up her whole mind and made her blood boil so many times, why her usual stoic facade crumbled around you. it was not like she´d never been pursued by other girls, of course she had, and at times she enjoyed the attention, played into it and had some fun, usually they were easily intimidated by her, tripping over their words if she looked at them long enough, blushing cheeks and wide eyes, but never you, from the very start you talked to her with confidence, unshaken by her aura, you never grew nervous when she looked at you, because you enjoyed it too much, holding eye contact as long as she wanted without breaking it, without surrendering.

the whole thing of someone twirling their hair and blushing over her had its appeal, sure, but the joy Tess got out of it was very superficial and short-lived, it never really affected her on a deep visceral level because it was so predictable each time, it was almost like following a script, and then you came and showed her what it meant to face an equal, to be caught off guard, the unmatched pleasure it could lead to if she could abandon her pride and let herself be truly moved by someone for once.

Tess had to admit that what she had going on with you was more thrilling than any other connection she´d ever had before, to see you and to know that you were clever enough to figure her out even when she gave you so little to work with, your ability to do and say exactly the right things to get her worked up, to raise her temperature just with a glance, it was so unlike anything she´d ever experienced that the initial shock made her back away from you, made her try to pretend she wasn´t fully in awe of you, but in that moment it was clear to her: I´ve never wanted anyone the way I want this girl. she sees me for who I am and shes´s not scared of what she sees. we´re the same kind of intense.

Tess was suddenly devoid of any previous resentment, it all came to her in that moment, just how rare of a thing it was that you´d pursued her for months and months without success and had still not given up, not backed down. for the first time she saw that it wasn´t just some viscous game of yours, it was a deep commitment of time and energy to getting what you wanted and it was a strength she admired, that turned her on. those words you´d used whatever you want, had activated something in her, there was no going back anymore, she saw what she needed to do clearly then.

she moved even closer to you, close enough for your knees to almost touch, reaching out to mess with the collar of your shirt a little as she said “whatever I want hm?”, you nodded, your eyes wide and expectant, your demeanor suddenly completely different, none of the usual toughness was there anymore, it melted away the second you felt her fingers over your clothing and she could tell, finally you were at her mercy. so without warning she grabbed you by the shoulders and flipped you around, pushing you up against the wall, making you brace yourself with your palms flat against the hard surface, hers placed directly next to them, trapping you, her body pressing against yours, not very gently and you barely had time to shut your mouth to conceal the sound that it got out of your throat, to be manhandled like that by her. your breath was heavy by that point, the feeling of her hips pressing into your lower back, feeling her weight like that made you dizzy with want, it was the closest you´d ever been to Tess, the first time you could properly smell inhale her scent, she leaned in close to your ear, her hot breath sending shivers down your spine as she spoke again, “you´ve imagined this many times, haven´t you?”.

a nod was all you could give her, words weren´t coming, your mind was blank with need, you were all body in that moment “hm, bet you jerked off thinking about me and felt unsatisfied after, wishing I was actually there, wishing I was between your legs” spot on, you´d spent many nights trying to get off to your image of her but never really did, not in a way that satisfied you, another confessional nod from you as a response, she could feel you struggling under her and she loved it, “poor thing” she whispered before removing her hands from the wall and grabbing your tits, wrapping her strong arms around your torso, the grip immediately forceful enough to get a whimper out of you followed by a breathy, “fuck..” you were scared of actually losing your mind if the action while still being fully dressed was already getting you that soaked, you could feel the heat growing between your legs, spreading through your whole body as her fingers squeezed the sensitive skin of your chest, feeling you up aggressively without shame. “let´s get you out of these already” she said as she spun you around again, your face flushed, your lips parted, the first glimpse of what she could do to you and she was hungry for more, much more.

Tess briefly pushed a few loose strands of hair out of your face before pulling your shirt over your head in one swift motion. you weren´t wearing a bra so you were left topless immediately and the sight left her speechless for a moment, her motions stopped and she just stood there marveling at your body, none of the clothes you usually wore gave much away about what was hiding beneath them, so being confronted with your bare figure seemed like a dream at first, none of her fantasies of you had prepared her for the real thing, “god..” she sighed, her eyes roaming your upper body, the curve of your neck and where it went down to, and her lustful gaze was too much for you, you couldn´t wait longer, so you grabbed her and pulled her in for a kiss, not a pretty one, but one that made it crystal clear just how much pent up tension you were both dying to release; it was sloppy and hard, a kiss that bordered on violence, hands grabbing at each other frantically, almost biting each other with how eager you were, the soft warmth of the other person´s lips driving you both crazy with wanting more, so very quickly you were open mouthed kissing and groaning at the feeling of your tongues meeting, your fingers in her hair while she grabbed your face, the rough fabric of her shirt brushing your bare chest as you tried to get as close as possible to her.

the second you separated to breathe you used the opportunity to move down to her neck, placing a few kisses down the side of her throat before getting carried away and running your tongue over her skin, you were dying to taste her and she was completely taken off guard by it, usually people were passive with her sexually, but in that moment she realized just how much it turned her on to be desired that openly, to be devoured in a way, she let you have your way for a moment, holding onto your back as you left her neck in red splotches where you´d sucked the skin, before she grew too eager and peeled you off, grabbing your hand as she said “come” and pulled you towards her bedroom.

once you were in her room you didn´t register a single detail about it, not the color of the walls, not the furniture, nothing, because you were so lost in the physical sensations that left you vibrating with anticipation for more, you could barely walk straight as she said “take those off for me” pointing to your pants, which you gladly got rid off, leaving you in your underwear as you approached her bed and saw her walking to the other side of the room, which made you realized that wasn´t just gonna use her hands on you and for the first time that night you felt nervous. you could count on one hand the amount of times you´d let someone strap you and the last time had been a while back so you were worried for a second about how you´d handle yourself, someone less perceptive might not have noticed it but the moment Tess walked over to where you were sitting on the bed waiting for her she saw that something in your face had changed, she gave you a look that said, “what is it?”, so you admitted, “it´s just.. it´s been a while since i´ve done it this way”, in that moment it hit her that the image she had of you as this ruthless seductress was only the surface, that below that you were still just a young woman who probably didn´t have that much experience yet, it softened her a little, especially combined with the sight of you all exposed save for your panties, looking all angelic for her, your thighs driving her crazy with the need to just get between them, she nodded, a slight grin as she responded “well, you´re a tough girl. I know you can take it”. and for some reason that was much hotter to you than if she´d have babied or underestimated you.

you were in the middle of her bed, she was by the edge and waved you over “come”, you obeyed, crawling to her, waiting for further instructions, “why don´t you get it nice ´n wet for me hm, that should help”, she said, holding out her hand right under your face, you realized she was asking you to spit in it, so you did, letting salvia drip from between your lips into her open palm, drawing it out a little to make it filthy, and you knew she loved it, seeing you take her orders well, “hmm, good girl” she uttered as she used your spit to lubricate the strap, licking the residue off her hand after, the sight getting your already drenched underwear even wetter. the moment she was done with that her aggressive side returned, she told you to take off the last piece of fabric, which you did, before she climbed over you, watching your face intently as she got settled and teased your cunt for a moment by lightly running her fingers over the wetness that had collected there, a groan from her as she felt the proof of your lust slick against her hand, the moment she touched you there you let out a pretty deseprate moan and she thought oh. this is gonna be fun.

it was clear to her then that you were the needy kind and nothing drove her wilder than a girl who´d lose her composure for her entirely, so without wasting time she guided the tip to your entrance, a wince from you as she slowly pushed herself into you, carefully, her hands moving up to pin yours down next to your head as she saw your face twisting from the sensation of being stretched out, a slight pain that would subside soon,“you´re fine, breathe, deep breaths” she cooed down at you as she pushed herself fully into you “fuck..”, you sighed, wrapping your legs around her waist instinctively, your eyes shut, she was staring down at you, “no, come on look at me” she ordered, wanting to see your expression so you held eye contact as she started slowly moving in and out of you, building up a rhythm, your walls clenching around the silicone, the feeling of your hands being restrained by hers adding to the rapidly increasing heat in you, she quickly started going at it with deep but slow thrusts, the kind that drove you more insane than fast fucking, the intenstiy of it immediately getting more moans out of you, she leaned down as her hips kept meeting yours, whispering, “this is what you wanted all along hm, being taken by me?” you whined in response, your legs tightening around her, “yes- fuck this feels so good” you got out in a shaky tone as she kept really driving herself into you as deeply you as possible, not necessarily punishing but determined, forcing more and more pathetic sounds out of you.

the sight of your open mouth, your tongue, was too inviting, so she removed one of her hands from yours and pushed her index and middle finger in, which you immediately closed your lips around, sucking on them, the stifled sounds almost more perverse than the previous loud ones, she got more forceful then as she view of your eyes closed in pleasure with your pretty mouth filled by her digits almost drover her insane, and it turned you on too, not just the sensation of being entered in two ways at once, of feeling your walls throbbing as she kept fucking into you with hard strokes, but also because you knew you looked good, you could tell that you were her fantasy come to life from the way her breath sounded as you sucked her fingers, all messed up and clearly matching you in desperation, “god you were made to be fucked, look at you” she breathed, while getting up from where she was hovering over you to get on her knees to push your legs apart, pressing them towards your chest to really fuck you as deeply as possible, bracing herself against one of your legs as she increased her speed then, making you see stars.

“Tess fuck, unhgg-” you begged as her hands gripped your legs and forced you open for her, your head pushed back into the pillow, your back arching up, “you’re doing so well, so pretty like this” she encouraged as she got you to unravel, your hands frantically grabbing the sheets as you tried to somehow remain conscious as you felt your insides twisting up and your climax approaching, which she could sense, but she wasn´t gonna let you cum just yet, so after a few more moments of savoring the sight of you all fucked out on your back, squirming and holding on as she had her way with you, she stopped, pulling out for a moment, an immediate desperate whine from you, “ugh fuck Tess.. I was close-” you sounded like you might actually cry and she might have felt bad if she wasn´t so into it, seeing you like that, an utter mess for her, “I know sweetheart but I´m not just gonna let you lay there, gotta see that perfect body of yours move” she answered, peppering in some genuine praise that did make the shameless edging hurt a little less, she moved to the other end of the bed and gently slapped your thigh to signal to you to get up, “come on, get on top of me pretty girl” she took satisfaction out of seeing you struggle and shake a bit as you got up on all fours and climbed over to her, weak from her impact, placing your knees on either side of her thighs as you tried to lower yourself and she grabbed your hips to guide you, “nice and slow okay”, she instructed, not wanting you to hurt yourself, her grip securing you as you used one hand to guide the strap back into yourself, your soaked cunt practically begging for it, a pornographic moan from you as you sat down on it and felt yourself full again, “good girl” she cooed, watching your face change again, that intoxicating look of yours, so needy and overwhelmed, “just like that” her hands still on your hips, not letting go.

you faced her then, your eyes glazed over with pure need, an endearing sight to her, she locked eyes with you as you slowly rocked your hips back and forth, but she could tell you were holding back a little, so she said, “come on don´t be shy now, fuck yourself for me, as hard as you want”, her hands on your waist then as you stared back into her eyes and braced yourself on her chest as you moved back and forth with more feeling, more force, moaning each time you could feel the tip hitting that sweet spot, trying hard to find an angle of where it would be hit over and over, “that´s it, ” Tess praised as she got high on of the image of you riding her, using her, losing yourself in the feeling of being full of her, “god nobodys ever looked this good taking me, fuckin´divine..” she sighed before she got you to sit more upright on her so she could lean forward and suck on your tits as you rode her, the sight of your chest bouncing up and down from the rhythm of your fucking too enticing to just watch, your hands on her neck then as she ran her tongue over your nipple and sucked on it hard enough to turn your sighing into broken up cries, “fuck - don´t stop” you mumbled as you felt her switching between licking and sucking the soft skin, her teeth digging in at one point, a sharp pain that felt good mixed with the ache between your legs as you kept rocking back and forth, your clit throbbing too by that point from getting the friction.

you could feel yourself getting close as Tess moved her face away from your chest and used her strength to help you finish by holding you in place while thrusting upwards from below you, your whole body consumed by the need to cum by that point, the heat at your core turning into a heat all over, your limbs tingling, your chest rising and falling with labored breaths as you felt her fucking you from under you, “oh jesus fuck-” you cursed as she did this, throwing your head back and bracing yourself on her legs as your cunt got demolished by her, “let go, cum for me” she groaned, the order pushing you over the edge, a final pathetic sounding whine from you as you shuddered and shook for a moment, your walls clenching hard around the silicone which was drenched in your juices by that point, from the sound of it Tess might have actually cum too just from having you move on her like that, her breaths punctured by sighs as her hands rested on your back to push you towards herself, needing you close as you gave her what she wanted: the uninhibited display of your release, it was pure ecstasy to her, your body goddess-like as you slowly rode out your high, all for her to take in, every detail, she was obsessed to her core.

as you stopped moving and tried to catch you breath before attempting to get off of her, she helped, lifting you up a little and hearing a slight gasp as she left you empty, spent, falling onto your back, your arms splayed out, and you thought that was it, you were done, but Tess wasn´t, not yet.

she got up from the bed, quickly freed herself of the harness and got down on her knees, pulling you towards the edge of the bed in one rough motion, “Tess fuck no I can´t-” you pleaded as you realized what she was doing, but she just smiled as she pushed your still slightly shaky legs apart, hooking one of them over her shoulder to get good access,“sure you can, one more okay? for me” a sweetness in those last two words, persuading you to give into it and you tried to believe her but your body was losing all sense of place and time, all sanity, as you felt her fingers digging into your thighs, her face close to your soaked, aching cunt, your soft sounds of desperation only turned her on more so she wasted no time and licked up the slick that had leaked out of you and coated your inner thighs, savoring it, “god you taste like heaven” she breathed against your skin, biting down for a second, she had a thing for it, leaving marks, not just to mark her territory but because she loved knowing that you wouldn´t be able to shower and look at yourself in the mirror without thinking of what she´d done, so she briefly lost herself in the feeling of your soft skin between her teeth, the immediately visible red and purple indents, your whimpering, before moving up to where she´d fucked you open before, kissing your aroused lips, sucking on them, running her tongue up and down in a slow, heartfelt rhythm, moving her face to add to the friction.

“fuck- I´m- Tess” you were incoherent as your fingers found their way into her hair, pulling a little as she focused the tip of her tongue on your clit, swirling over it in circles, more crying and begging from you each second, a few tears forming in your eyes from the overwhelming pulsing and twisting at your core, your legs pressing together on the sides of her face, but she didn´t yield, forcing them apart again, flicking her tongue against your overstimulated most sensitive spot and finally just sucking on it, hard, determined, “you´re killing me” you groaned, your hips bucking upwards as a reaction and her fingers probably leaving bruises from how hard she was gripping you, and since you were still so sensitive from before it took little time for you to cum against her face, cursing under your breath as her chin was left glistening from you juices, just how she wanted it. the moment the second climax crashed over you in waves your body was drained of all energy, your limbs went totally slack, your lower half felt like it was burning up, and your breathing was so messed up you didn´t even try conceal it, laying thre exhausted but buzzing with endorphins, the good kind of tired.

Tess got up from the floor to sit down next to where you were laying, a satisfied grin on her face as she traced your outline with her fingertips, admiring her impact, the light bite marks on your chest, the shine of sweat on your face, it was pure bliss to her, seeing you like that.

“god I really shouldn´t have made you wait this long..” she said, truly at a loss over how stupid she´d been to deny herself the pleasure of being with you, you gave a tired laugh then, turning to look her in the eyes, “yeah no shit”, she smiled, “guess I have a lot to make up for hm?”, you nodded, “well, this was a good start”, reaching for the strand of her hair that framed her face, twirling it around your finger as you slowly regained your composure.

“but just so we´re clear, you´re not getting any favoritsm out of this” she teased, you returned the energy, “well fuck, I clearly just did all this to lower my work load.”, you propped yourself up on your elbows then, looking at her more clearly, her cheeks still flushed, an unusual ease to her expression, you took some pride in being the one to get her to look like that, just eyeing her for a second and for once she loved it, being stared down by you, being fucked with by your intense gaze. “you know, the first time we met I actually thought you were flirting with me for a few minutes. could´ve saved us a lot of time if you had been” you told her, which made her laugh,“really?? and you would´ve just gone with me if I had been? that easy?” you shrugged, “hey, I am not the one who played hard to get here” you had a point, she nodded, amused by the idea of you wanting her from the very start.

you crawled over to her then, wrapping your arms around her neck as she ran her hands up and down the warm skin of your back, both of you just looking at each other all blissed out and relieved, “I didn´t expect you to be so..” you started saying, she cocked her head, “so what?”, “you know, generous..” she smiled then, placing one of her hands on your cheek, “right, you thought I´d just be mean and use you and take out my frustrations, huh?”, you nodded, “maybe, kinda yeah.”, “well, not my thing. I mean I´ll do whatever you want me to, if you want it rough just ask, but I am simple, I just want my girl to feel good”, you squinted your eyes at her, “your girl? is that what I am?”, charmed by that way of putting it, “well you´re sure as hell not anybody else´s anymore”, she said, meaning it, her possessiveness jumping out, “yeah I don´t think I could show up with bite marks at someone else´s place, so..”, “that was the plan” she whispered before leaning in to kiss your neck, getting a soft sigh out of you before moving to your lips, a gentler kiss than the one before.

“you can stay over if you want by the way. it´s so late I won´t make you go home now” she said as you made her lay back so you could lay on top of her, smiling down at her as you asked, “really?”, she didn’t see what was so crazy about her offer, “yes really”, “hm. didn´t figure you for the “falling asleep in each others arms” type”, she feigned offense, “okay rude.. I can be romantic, I do have a heart you know”, you grinned, laying your head on her chest, “I know. also, staying the night is good because then I can return the favor”, a mischievousness to your tone, “oh that´s what you think is gonna happen?”, she asked, “well, I think you´d like seeing me on my knees, wouldn´t you?” , again, you´d said the right thing to her weak, “jesus. you´re still messing with me, aren´t you?” she couldn´t believe how good you were at hitting her where it would get her to fold, but she loved it, “maybe” you whispered, eyes closed and smiling as she caressed your still naked body to keep you warm.

now that you´d gotten the initial push and pull out of the way, you couldn´t wait to see what it would mean to actually be with her, how you´d spend an evening together, how she’d act as a lover, if you´d sneak around or let people know, all the things that were to come now that your feelings were out in the open. you liked the idea of nobody knowing about you and stealing glances when you were in a room together. maybe that would be your next thing: teasing her in public until she gives in and drags you away. maybe you weren´t fully done with it yet, getting under her skin, and maybe she was secretly hoping that was th case.

for the first time in ages, both of you had the feeling of finally having someone who challenges you, who surprises and thrills you. boredom or a desire for more heat and passion was not going to be an issue anymore, not as long as you had each other.

#tess servopoulos x reader #tess servopoulos #the last of us x reader #tlou fanfiction #tlou #the last of us hbo

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"Béarlachas"

I've been meaning to write this post for some time now. As a person from the Galltacht (English-speaking Ireland) living and working in the Gaeltacht (Irish-language Ireland), and operating most of my life through the medium of Irish, I can honestly say that English-language Ireland, Second Language speakers of Irish and Learners of Irish tend to have a really skewered understanding of a) what Béarlachas is, b) the different forms it takes and c) what effects/damage/meaning each of its forms holds.

Contents of this post:

•Perceptions of Béarlachas

•Loanwords Vs Béarlachas

•Different Languages, Different Sounds

•Language Purity Vs Language Planning

•Conclusion

Perceptions of "Béarlachas"

Outside of the Gaeltacht, most people's understanding of "Béarlachas", or "Anglicisation" in Irish (which I am deliberately putting between inverted commas!), is the use of so-called "English-language words" in Irish. The usual list people like to list off include:

• Fón

• Teilifís

• Giotár

• Raideo

• Zú* (see Language Purity Vs Language Planning below)

• Carr*

*The ironic thing about the last item being that 'carr' (the word for a personal vehicle) is older than the English-language word 'Car' 🚗.

Second language learners with a bit more exposure to the language deride native speakers, particularly speakers from Conamara, for "using English words and adding '~áil' at the end to make a verb". Several examples being:

• Gúgláil (Google-áil)

• Sioftáil (Shift-áil)

• Sortáil (Sort-áil)

• Péinteáil (Paint-áil)

• Vótáil (Vote-áil)

• Focáilte (F*ck-áilte)

• Supósáilte (Suppose-áilte)

(⚠️NB: it is HIGHLY SIGNIFICANT that I spelt these words in these specific ways in Irish - to be explained below!⚠️)

Other so-called "English language words" in Irish include:

• Veain • Seit • Onóir • Ospidéal • Aláram • Cóta • Plaisteach • Leictreach, 7rl, 7rl...

And what about: "Halla" or "Hata" ??

Loanwords Vs Béarlachas

Before I explain where I'm going with this, I am going to introduce some words that have their origins in other languages, like:

"Seomra" from the Middle French "chambre".

"Séipéal" from the Middle French "chappelle".

"Eaglais" from the Greek "ekklesiastes".

"Pluid" from the Scots "plaide".

"Píopa" from Vulgar Latin "pipa".

"Corcra" from Latin "Purpura" (from before Irish had the sound /p/!)

"Cnaipe" from the Old Norse "knappr".

"Bád" from Anglo-Saxon "bāt".

ALL of these words, like the ones above, came into Irish via the most natural means a language acquires new words: language contact.

The reason WHY the word gets adopted is usually -and this is very important - the word is for something that the culture of the language Borrowed From already has, which is introduced to the language Borrowed Into.

For clarification, what I am trying to say is that languages NATURALLY oppose cultural appropriation by crediting the culture they got a word from by using their word for it...

I.E. "Constructing" a new "pure" word for an item that has come from another culture, is, in effect, a form of cultural appropriation - which is why institutions such as Alliance Française and Íslensk málstöð are at best puritanical, and at worst xenophobic*.

*There is nuance here - there is a difference between institutional efforts to keep a language "pure" (re: those such right-wing English/British and American opinionists who claim that the English language itself is endangered 🙄), and language planning (which also falls under the remit of Íslensk málstöð).

Furthermore, there is also such thing as "dynamic borrowing". This is where technically a language has adopted a word from another language, but has changed its meaning/adapted it to its own need. Let us take two Irish language words for example: "Iarnród" and "Smúdáil"

Iarnród is made up by two words taken from the English language: Iarann, from English language "iron" and Ród, from English-language "road".

Together, these two words mean the English-language term "Railway" - but English has never had the term "Iron Road" to refer to this object.

Similarly, Smúdáil comes from the English-language word "smooth". Only adapted to Irish, and adding the Irish-language verb suffix creates a word which means "to iron (clothing)". 😱

Different Languages, Different Sounds

Every single language on this planet has its own sound system, or "phonology". It is VERY rare for a new sound to be introduced into a different language, and some languages are MUCH more sensitive to what speakers of another language would consider a "subtle" difference, or not a difference at all.

Now...

IRISH HAS DOUBLE THE AMOUNT OF SOUNDS AS THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE!!!!!!!

(^roughly ~ish) I am making this simplistic statement to DRIVE home the fact that what English-language speakers and Learners of Irish hear as "the same as the English", Irish speakers hear a SIGNIFICANT phonetic difference.

All consonants in Irish [B, bh, c, ch, d, dh, f, fh, g, gh, h, l, ll, m, mh, n, nn, p, ph, r, rr, s, sh, t, th] - and YES, séimhiú-ed consonants and double consonants count as separate consonants - EACH have at least TWO distinct sounds. Ever heard of that old rhyme "Caol le caol, leathan le leathan"? Well, the reason why it exists ISN'T to be a spelling tip - it's to show how to pronounce each consonant in a word - which of the two distinct sounds to say.

What I mean to say by this is that, when we adopt a word into Irish, we aren't just "grabbing the word from English and hopping a few fadas on it"; we are SPECIFICALLY adapting the word to the Irish language phonetic system.

I.E. when an Irish language speaker is saying the word "frid" THEY ARE NOT USING THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE WORD "fridge" !!!

The sounds used in the English-language word belong to the English language, and the sounds used in the Irish-language word belong to the Irish language.

As a linguist I get very passionate about this distinction - the AMOUNT of times I have come across a self-important Irish language "learner" from the East of the country come to a Gaeltacht and tell native speakers that they are not using the "official" or "correct" version of a word in Irish just GRATES me to no end. PARTICULARILY as these so-called "learners" cannot hear, or typically have made NO effort to understand phonetic differences between the two languages. (Though honestly, on that point, I cannot wholely blame them - it is a fault on Irish language education as a whole that the differences in sound are hardly, if ever, mentioned, let alone taught!)

Language Purity Vs Language Planning

Moving on, as I mentioned earlier, it is very rare for a sound to be adapted into a new language. As many Irish language speakers and learners know, there is no /z/ sound in (most of the dialects of) Irish.

And yet, somehow, the official, modern translation given for the Irish language for "Zoo" is ...

Zú

Whenever I think on this given translation, I am always reminded of a good friend of mine, a lady from Carna, who used to always talk about "Súm" meetings she used to go on to talk with friends and family during COVID.

This woman only speaks English as a second language, having only ever learnt it at school and only ever used it in professional environments. She does not have the sound /z/, and as such, pronounces words that HAVE a "z" in them as /s/ sounds, when speaking in Irish OR in English.

As such, I often wonder how An Coiste Téarmaíochta can be so diligent in creating and promoting "Gaelic" words for new things, such as "cuisneoir" instead of "frid"; "guthán" instead of "fón" (which is actually pronounced "pón" in Conamara, as that suits the sound system of that dialect better); or "treochtú" instead of "treindeáil" ... And then turn around and introduce sound and sound combinations such as /z/ in "Zú" and /tv/ and /sv/ in "Tvuít" and "Svaedhpáil" 🤢

It's such this weird combo of being at the same time puritanical with regard to certain words, dismissive in regards to vernacular communities, and ignorant with regards to basic linguistic features of the language.

(Especially when, i mbéal an phobail, there are already such perfectly acceptable terms for these kinda words, like Gairdín na nAinmhithe for "Zú; Tuitéar and Tuít for "twitter" and "tweet"; and Faidhpeáil for "Svaedhpáil".)

Conclusion

This really prescriptivist approach by Irish language institutions needs to end. Not only is it not addressing or engaging with the Irish language as it is spoken by vernacular communities, it is creating this really twisted dynamic between second-language Irish speakers who apparently "know better" than first-language and native speakers of Irish.

This is what "Béarlachas" is. Not the natural adaption of words from a language with which Irish in the present day has most contact with. Not the dynamic inventions of native speakers, and even Second-language-as-vernacular speakers, utilising all the linguistic features available to them, whether that be their own dialects of Irish, English, or whatever OTHER languages/dialects are available to them.

"Béarlachas" is the brute enforcement of English language mentalities and an obsession with "purity" onto Irish, a language that has FOREVER adopted and integrated words, features and people into itself.

Gaeilge, like Éire of old, like the Ireland I want to be part of today, is open, inclusive, non-judgemental - knowing where it is coming from, and knowing that its community is its strength and key to how it has and will survive!

#Gaeilge #Béarlachas #postáil fhada #irish language #minority languages #gaeltacht #irish vocab #tráchtas #English #Langblr #Essay

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ssahotchnerr · 1 year

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Do you take suggestions in terms of sentences? If so maybe you can give this a go.. (meaning: I.really.want.you.to.write.something.out.of.this.cause.youre.so.talented)

He didn't need that today. He needed to be Aaron, not sir, not Hotch and definetly not Hotchner. Just Aaron.

- 🌱

just aaron

cw; angst/hurt but it's fluffy <3

the sound of the door shutting behind him prompted an exhale of pure relief.

aaron immediately embraced the comfortable silence the apartment had to offer. he also took a moment to bask in such, savoring the fact that the world was just, still. at the late, or early hour- depending on one's perspective- no one needed anything from him. for a few hours, responsibility wasn't necessary.

no one was busying up his phone line, no one was inquiring for his professional opinion on a legal matter, no one was hounding him to review consult after consult.

it was always too easy to indulge in such, his role, as demanding as it was. but, hotchner had taken on a new meaning the past couple years; it was prominent, known, and he would never deny his feelings of being proud in that regard. he had managed to make a name for himself, acquiring a standing reputation. he wasn't quite sure it made sense, the idea rolling through his mind frequently, but overtime, his name had taken on an objectivity. he felt somewhat like an object. he was just there, available at anyone's convenience and not necessarily his own. a commodity rather than a person.

but here, at home, he could just be. just aaron.

and for once, aaron was enough. especially with you.

you never failed to remind him that he was in fact, a person. you made him feel like himself, something, before you entered his life, he was convinced he would never feel again. that despite all his damage, history, faults- he was still loved. even though he felt as if he didn't deserve it, let alone deserve you.

he pondered through these thoughts as he ran mindlessly through his night routine- hanging up his suit jacket, checking on a sleeping jack, stripping down to a t-shirt and boxers, washing his face and brushing his teeth.

in the morning, you would be there to talk to him. maybe in the comfort of bed, before the day officially started. or through coffee at the kitchen table, before jack awoke demanding fruit loops. you would go over the heavy day he had had, that the weight he constantly felt would never leave his shoulders. this was a common discussion the two of you revisited, but you always managed to change his doubts each time. you allowed him to breathe. and quite honestly, just your presence was enough too.

he clicked the bathroom light off, his eyes landing on your sleeping form in your shared bed. there was a fallen book on your chest at your intention to wait up for him.

the visual caused a rush of emotions through his body, a feeling he could never quite put into actual words as it was too powerful. it was love, but more, overwhelming in the best possible way. and the fact he could feel such strong emotions to begin with, maybe he wasn't so far gone.

aaron settled into bed next to you. he placed your novel- making sure to mark your current page- on his bedside table before covering himself with the comforter. however by morning, it would be completely bunched around yourself, as you were a notorious blanket-hogger.

a sigh escaped his lips as his head finally hit his pillow, while you subconsciously burrowed further into his side. even in a sleeping state, you were more than aware of his presence. as if he were a part of you finally found.

aaron's arm draped over your waist, pulling your body closer to his if it were possible, as he surrendered himself to sleep.

just aaron.

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romanoffsbish · 2 years

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You Belong…

Wanda Maximoff x FemPlusSize!Reader

Wanda Maximoff x Vision

Natasha x Reader x Yelena (Sisters)

Warnings: Red Room/Dreykov mentioned, alluded to past homelessness, Insecurities/Nervous stutter, unwanted male advances, Violence!!, Jealousy.

Chubby/Round Belly/Stretch Marks(non offensive, but warning anyways in case it’s not a positive for you 💋)

The insecurity warning isn’t really drawn upon by the reader’s size. Words like “chubby” were used as a descriptor, and I hope that’s not taken negatively because personally I find no shame in the term.

This one was a test of writers block for me, thank Halsey for being able to focus me 😂. I reread this one like 5 times in fear that parts seemed lazily strung together, I hope you all enjoy ❤️💋

10.6k words

Fluff times infinity, with the briefest moments of angst. Wanda’s heavily riding the simp train 💋.

Minors DNI! | 18 +

Smut: Choking, Teasing, Fingering(With rings 😉), Oral, Nipple stimulation/Food play, Strap-Penetration/Riding, Overstimulation/Hyperventilation (W) Nipple/Clit Stimulation, Magic: Phantom penetration, Daddy(R)

"Yelena, this is the last time I'm helping you with Valentina, you know how much I do not approve of your endeavors.," the blonde snorts, "Y/N Y/L/N, I do not need your help, I only acquire it because if I didn't you'd stay in our damn apartment all day long, and that's just not healthy, you need the fresh air too." You roll your eyes because the blonde literally set you up in an enclosed, abandoned building., "Yelena, I do all my hacking from home, it's called efficiency, and my work doesn't usually involve violence and death.," Yelena scoffs., "Well mine gets bad guys off the streets, a bit unconventional sure, but just as efficient."

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"Yeah, yeah... I found your target, he's at a restaurant just up the street, and if these texts are correct he'll be headed to the Avengers compound next..." You pause, going over the information you'd pulled up, and find yourself confused., "Yel, are you sure he's a bad guy? If my sources are correct, which they are, he's —." The clearing of one's throat cuts your findings off., "A former shield agent turned well known Avenger who's now on track to retiring, he's a husband and father of three, oh, and the best friend of the one and only Natasha Romanoff."

You smile at the sound of the familiar voice, "Natty!," she chuckles as she catches you, and to your forever shock she spins you around., "Privet moy dragotsennyy angel.," she greets then settles you down with a kiss to your forehead, followed up by a glare sent Yelena's way., "Privet moy malen'kiy zasranets."

(Hello my: precious angel / little shit)

"What are you doing here sestra? It's such a pleasure." Yelena condescends, plopping down into your spinny chair as she flips her off., "Well, I'd been celebrating at my dear friends retirement dinner when I got news that a pair of assassins had been hired to take him out. You groan, "Natasha, I'm not an assassin..." and she deadpans., "You were raised with us in the redroom, and you're helping Yelena to find her hits, so really, you are one by all accounts." You sigh, then move over to help Yelena glare at her., "Why do you help her anyways?"

"Because, she needs to get out of the house!" You scoff, "Because Yelena is a codependent little shit, and can do nothing without me!" Natasha smirks at your correction., "Am not!," Yelena shrieks as she swiftly jumps up to her feet, her finger now pressing into your chest., "Are too! I'd actually leave the house on my own if not for all of your messes left behind."

Natasha humors your little bickering session, honestly, she misses being involved in them. Which is why she's a bit excited to talk to you., "Fine! I will prove it that I can be independent! I'm going home all by myself, and don't worry Natasha your precious Clint Barton is safe.," You hold back your laugh, knowing her truth is simply because you'd just wiped your findings.

"She went the wrong way, huh?" Natasha jests, and you turn to her with a smirk., "Good, I need to talk to you both, but to you first..."

—

Natasha stares over at you with wide eyes, wondering if you'll ever stop pacing around., "Y/N, I'm really sorry, but it's truly the best I could do." You stop pacing, pizza slice dangling from your hand as you stare back at your found sister. "Natty, I know, it's just, I don't see how I'd fit in with the whole Avengers squad, you're all so incredibly fit, and are amazing fighter's, and I'm just a half baked assassin with decent hacking abilities."

Sure, you grew up in the red-room, but as soon as your body began to defy the expectations of a widow you'd been tossed aside by Dreykov, the irony of the situation never lost on you. Had it not been for Natasha and Yelena you're certain he would've killed you, but having been drugged and thrown onto the cold streets of Russia with nothing to your name, well, or a name to even begin with, wasn't much better.

Hacking had been your primary focus in the program, you were always at the top of your class, and that was all that kept you alive throughout the rest of your formative years, and therefore most of your early twenties. Eventually, after many years alone, you had managed to track down both of your sisters; it was a bad time when you found them, but after all the fighting it was a joyous reunion for all.

Natasha went back to her life as an Avenger, and you took a freshly free'd Yelena under your wing, allowing her to stay in your spare room, and over time you somehow got dragged into her illegal workings, which had all lead you into this unfavorable moment.

"You're a skilled enough fighter, and really you'd just be our incredibly smart eye candy." Natasha teases with that stupid smirk, and you roll your eyes exaggeratedly as you plop down beside her with a heavy sigh., "Natty, it's just not a good fit, I don't think you've thought this all through.," Natasha sighs, shifting to face you with a much softer gaze, her hand lifting to cup your chubby cheek, and her thumb gently caresses your skin., "I promise I thought it all through angel, I'm bringing Lena on too, and you must know that required a lot of thought."

Natasha settles into the couch as you laugh so freely., "You just need to trust me angel, have I ever led you astray?," you instantly deadpan., "Okay, besides that one time at the bar, you really need to let that go." Natasha sinks into the couch at the resurfaced memory of your psychotic ex that she might've encouraged, or better yet drunkenly shoved at you.

Your incredulous laughter fills the space., "Natty, that psycho still calls me to this day, and I can't keep changing my damn number.," "What's wrong then? You're just that good! Now please, just say yes so I don't have to throw you guys in the slammer.,"

"You're lucky I love you Natalia.," Natasha cheers at your indirect yes, pulling you in for a bear hug that leads into a snuggle session., "See, when you stay at the compound on the rare occasion we'll be able to cuddle!," you giggle, then as you went to tease her for being a softy your apartment door slams into the wall.

"Oh my God! Y/N/N! Did you move the apartment again?!" Natasha looks down at you with furrowed brows and a growing smirk., "No Lena, you just got lost once again.," The blonde scoffs., "I am a spy, I do not get lost." You roll your eyes at the blatant lies, and Natasha clears her throat., "Lena, you have two options, go to jail, or become an Avenger."

Yelena laughs wildly, "Your jail can not hold me Natalia.," her spoon settles into the pot of mac and cheese you made for her, and she then douses it in so much hot sauce that it leaves the redhead holding you beyond speechless., "Yelena, we are Avengers now.," the blonde looks to you with suspicious eyes., "If Y/N is in, then so am I, she kinda needs me to survive."

"Yay! It's settled then my dearest sestras, you'll report to the compound with me tomorrow." Natasha instantly cheers, cutting off the fight before it could pick up, and you give her the satisfaction by taking the higher road, for now anyways...

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Ten months into being an honorary Avenger and you couldn't be settling in any better, the team welcomed you both with open arms, and your wild stories about the normally private redhead had you quickly becoming everyone's favorite. Natasha had a massive soft spot for you so she'd let it slide, especially with how nervous you had been about joining the team.

Tony and you got along the best, he loved the new ammo given to use against Natasha, but even more so he really enjoyed setting up unnecessary barriers for you to crack through. He was in awe to have finally met someone on his intellectual level; he'd make something as simple as making coffee a task for you, so in retaliation one day you'd hacked into Friday.

For an entire week the men of the compound, excusing Bucky, were stunted when the AI was only able to speak in and understand Russian. Tony would manage to crack through a firewall just for another to keep him blocked long enough for you to reinstate the previously broken down one. Had it not been for Fury needing you for a mission one day it would've likely lasted for an indefinite amount of time. He still finds ways to mess with you, but he learned not to mess with your morning coffee, which saved him in the long run, and you too.

Like now, you were currently stood at the machine preparing a handful of thermos's. Today was your first on sight mission since their system was far too advanced for a long distanced hacking. This missions team had included both of your sisters, the Captain, and unfortunately for you, the witch who always left you a stumbling mess whenever she so much as greeted you in the compound kitchen.

Wanda Maximoff, she was the most beautiful woman you'd had the fortune of laying your eyes upon, but you being you made everything beyond awkward, plus she was dating Vision. The first time you'd met her, she introduced herself and shook your hand as was the polite thing to do. In return you stuttered her name back in place of your own, barely managing to meet her hand; she'd chuckled at your state, and offered a smile with eyes that appeared to be filled with pity, it was absolutely mortifying. Over time though the two of you had become good friends, she'd come to your girls nights with your sisters, unfairly worming her way into your heart, leaving you a hopeless mess.

Natasha entered the kitchen to make herself coffee, but then she smiled when she saw you already had, using the bedazzled thermos you made for her with her name and widow logo., "Good morning moy dragotsennyy angel.," she gleefully greets, then quickly spins you around to pull you in for a quick hug before releasing you to jump onto the counter across from you.

"Good morning sestra, did you sleep well?" You ask, then lift the bonus mug full of coffee up to her eye line, and she gratefully takes it., "Yes.," She hums in total satisfaction as the first sip of the preferred bitter drink warms her throat., "Are you ready for the mission?," you nod with a tight lipped smile to accompany, so she settles her now empty mug down to cup your soft cheeks, transferring over the warmth from her hands and you sigh at the simple affection.

"You'll do just fine.," she coos, and you look up to her with eyes full of worry "I know Natty, I'm just worried about all of you, also I'm kind of dead weight if anything were to go wrong." You whine when she pinches your cheeks, her eyes hardening., "Don't start, you're just as capable, shut it down, and be on the jet in ten."

Natasha then leaves the kitchen with her full thermos, running back in just to wink at you, and as soon as she's gone Wanda's entering. "Good morning Y/N/N!!," her smile was as bright as ever when she saw you stood there, and it only grew when you passed her over a new grey thermos covered in dark red glitter., "I-It's supposed to resemble your powers, that's why it's covered in beautiful swirls." you nervously rambled off, avoiding her soft eyes.

Wanda's heart skips a beat when she hears how you utter the word beautiful in comparison to her powers, nobody's ever said something so pure to her, and she's kinda glad it was you. Then when she realizes you made her tea instead of coffee she's near to crumbling, you were just incredibly thoughtful and attentive. Flipping the script she kisses your cheek in thanks, relishing in the warmth of your skin, and your nervous, spluttering thoughts.

"Thank you krasivaya.," She smirks as your eyes widen, and she takes a sip of her drink like nothing had happened., "Care to accompany me to the jet before we're late, and end up receiving the Captain's dreadfully long speech about time management?," you giggle and link your arm with hers, ignoring the way being so close to her makes you feel, and doing your best to keep the doomed butterflies at bay.

Natasha smirks when she hears you and Wanda entering the jet in fits of giggles, then Yelena ruins the moment with her screams as she receives her coffee, the koozie cut into a matching vest a beyond exciting sight for her. When you hand Steve his thermos covered in patriotic peaches he looks to you confused. Yelena's sudden cackling, and the others smirks a sign to him that there was indeed a hidden message, but he overlooks it as he's in mission mode. He thanks you then joins Natasha in the cockpit to get the jet flying.

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"Stay safe!" You shout as they all exit the jet, heading off to raid the Hydra base you just disarmed, and you return to your setup to keep an eye on them through the cameras, helpfully offering them tips through the coms when you see something ahead that they can't.

They'd been doing relatively well, evading the guards, collecting all that they needed; it was honestly beyond your previous expectations, so when Yelena had deviated from the route and found herself cornered you had gasped., "Hello everybody, I'm in a bit of a cucumber.," she whispered into the comms, and you saw her getting thrown around right after.

"Yelena, what are you talking about?" Natasha grunted into her coms, the other three now engaged in a fight of their own, and even if they were available they were a floor up on the East side of the building, and so you were left with only one choice., "Nat, she meant a pickle, and don't you worry, I-I'm on my way right now." Wanda's heart skips and she gasps "What?," Natasha swiftly knocks the man before her down, then shouts into the coms., "Y/N no, stay on the jet, just tell us where she is!"

"I'm capable Nat, remember?," You awkwardly pant into the coms as you'd just been running, kicking the door in you make the short jaunt to your sister, finding her still upright but the clear staggering had you worried., "Yel, move." Hydra men stop to get a look at you, all of them sharing looks before their obnoxious, booming laughter fills the tiny space as Yelena hobbles behind you., "What is this? Your backup?" Yelena sneers, "No! She is just my beautiful sestra! She doesn't believe in violence."

The men smile deviously as your not so smart sister portrays you as incapable, and honestly, that might've been to your benefit as their egos doubled., "Look boys, now we have two woman to take back to the boss man, he'll be thrilled.," You grimace at the underlying meaning in his overtly lust ridden tone, and as they make a move towards you both you get into a fighting stance., "How cute, she thinks she can win.,"

You chuckle, patience having run thin ages ago, and just as one nears you lay him out with a simple kick to his manly hood, but he'd still managed to mar your face., "How rude...," Then you whip out your secret weapon, a loud whirring noise follows, and you vaguely hear Natasha scoff., "Hey, are those my batons?!," In quick succession you slam the electrified sticks into the sides of the other twos necks, then again into their backs and they crumble., "Give me your pistol." Yelena just giggles, you groan but make a quick move to snatch it from her, muscle memory kicks in and you shoot the remaining goon straight through the head without even glancing his way, then for good measure you off the other three.

Yelena looks at you wide eyed, and mouth agape, and you just smirk at her shocked face., "You-You just...," her spluttering is cut off by your cocky response., "Yes Lena, I saved you.," Yelena's face drops into an offended scowl., "Psh! I was just faking them out, I'm so fine." You shrug, "Okay, I'll see you on the jet then."

Yelena freezes, her pride leaving her stuck, because the truth is her legs felt like jello., "Wait! Come back!" She shouts into the coms, you giggle., "Say the words, and I'm yours.," Yelena whispers curses to herself in Russian, "Y/N Y/L/N, please come back, I need you.," She regrets it as soon as she says it, Natasha's inappropriate laughter crosses through the coms., "Ladies! Focus up, and get to the jet!"

The Captain's commands make you groan in annoyance, but you listen and scoop the blonde up, and she happily snuggles into your chest., "I'm sorry you had to leave the jet Y/N/N.," You shush her tired apologies, then cautiously make your way to the jet in relative silence.

You lay her down onto the medical bed, and give her an ice pack as that's all you could really offer her., "You're hurt...," you look over to see your blonde sister pouting over at you. It warms your heart to see her concern, but it's unnecessary, so you wipe her unshed tears., "I'm fine, you though, not so much, get some rest Lena..." and after another minute of her grumbling she gives into the exhaustion.

Once you'd settled down yourself, and your eyes had momentarily closed Natasha was rushing onto the jet in hysterics., "Y/N, oh my gosh, thank God you're okay... Wait, your face, what were you thinking?!" You caught her hands that were slapping at your chest., "Natalia! Knock it off, I was thinking our idiot of a sister was in trouble, and that all of you were too far away to get to her. It's a couple scratches, I got worse from the alley cats on the streets of Russia, stop being such a mom!"

The former assassins face drops at the mention of your time on the streets, but then she's beaming over your outburst., "Well, I guess I was right then, moy dragotsennyy angel was capable.," she then pinches your cheeks for emphasis, laughing boisterously when you shove her away right after. With a quick look back to the witch she turns to subtly wink at you, and you're far too tired to decipher what she's trying to say, especially when you look back to see that Wanda's menacing glare aimed at you. Your eyes were quick to close again, and the shaking of the jet lulls you to sleep.

—

Everyone else already left the jet, but Wanda graciously agreed to stay behind to wake you. She decided to sit and watch you sleep for a bit because the sight of you so peaceful made her incredibly happy. Then she saw the marks on your face, a reminder that you went into the Hydra base, and all the fear it filled her with, so all too suddenly she was making her way over to you without much control.

"Ow...," you groaned, hand flying up to rub at your forehead, your eyes slowly fluttered open to see the beautiful Sokovian woman who you were beyond smitten with staring back at you as if you'd killed her cat, causing you to gulp., "Wands, wh-where's everybody else?"

Ignoring you the woman heads to the back of the jet, magic preventing you from following, so you just sat there rather perplexed until she returned with the first aid kit, and then you couldn't breathe when she straddled your lap. Wanda's lips briefly quirked up when your breath hitched, and just to be a bit bratty she ground herself into you while seeming to be readjusting, and it took everything in you not to moan at the more than welcome sensation.

When she finally looked at you her gaze was back to impassive as she had silently began to clean up your eyebrow with some antiseptic. "Wa-Wands, did I-I do something wrong?," Her resolve was crumbling when your stutter began to resurface, it's not like you did this maliciously, hurting her precious detka and all.

Wanda sighs, her soft breath fanning across your face, and your lips tingle with a want., "You should've stayed on the jet Y/N/N, I could've flown to her you know...," then it hits you, she was clearly just worried about you, and that alone has you falling harder for her., "Oh, I'm fine Wands, I promise." Your attempt to convince her with a soft smile is futile when the next dab of antiseptic has you wincing, and tightly closing your eyes.

Wanda frowns, and the uncomfortable silence falls over the both of you once again, and it makes your entire body feel itchy, the idea that you'd upset the woman, and the corresponding anxiety entirely consumes you, and as per usual you find a way to say the wrong thing., "So, how's life? Vision treating you well?" When her entire body tenses above yours you're mentally cursing yourself for making her uncomfortable again., "Um, I'm so-sorry, I was just trying to cut through the silence, I-I didn't mean to make you more uncomfortable."

Wanda sighs., "I'm moving down to your lips.," Shockingly soft fingers trace over your busted lip, and you do your very best just to keep your breathing regulated., "Vis and I broke up.," Your eyes pop open, and Wanda's orbs actively avoided meeting yours, because truth be told she didn't want the sympathy they'd offer her, the anticlimactic break up was all her doing.

Her reservations about her relationship had actually started after she first met you, she'd felt this electric shock run through her body when she shook your hand, and so she tried avoiding you at first, but it was rather fruitless. Everything about you was far too alluring, the wit to rival that of the insufferable billionaires, that goofy smile that always made her own lips curl, your adorable laughter that never failed to make her stomach flutter and heart skip beats, then there were those lonely nights where your not so innocent thoughts would reach her and they simply drove her up the wall.

The robot just couldn't give her everything she'd needed, the love she held for him slowly transcended from romantic to simple nostalgia. Vision was sweet, and an overall good 'person', but so were you, and you just offered so much more, and she's been dying to explore it all too. But she also knew she had to be cautious with you, you'd been burned quite a lot in the past; you deserved to be loved properly, and she'd be damned if she didn't make sure to woo you.

Wanda finally met your eyes when she finished staring at your perfect, kissable lips, and as expected she saw your soft eyes, and her heart was a pile of mush, then she saw as a glint of mischief spark in them., "Do you need me to hack into his mainframe? I'm pretty sure I could make him punch himself at the party Stark will inevitably throw for us tonight?," Wanda threw her head back in a fit of bellyaching laughter, and you were quick to wrap an arm tightly around her waist, your hand settling on her lower back to keep her from falling off your lap, and if not for your spy training you would've missed the deep blush that spread up her neck, and onto her cheeks.

"No Y/N/N, it was actually pretty amicable...," She genuinely confessed, your warm smile had her swooning, and craving to keep you close., "However, I wouldn't mind one of your famous cuddle sessions to lift my lowered spirits, you kinda owe me anyways for scaring me today.," You chuckle at her finesse, as if she hadn't been near to cuddling you already, you hum in faux contemplation, and Wanda squeals excitedly when you wrap both of your arms around her in a silent confirmation of her devious plans.

"Tell me Wands, your bed or mine?," You lowly tease, and the beautiful, overtly flustered woman giggles into your chest,., "Mine is fine.," With the confirmation you're standing up, your arms adjusting to scoop under Wanda's thighs to prevent her legs from being left to dangle, her arms settle over your plush waist, and she takes advantage of this perfect moment to rest her head against your chest while you make the short trek to her room on the second floor.

Wanda reluctantly separates from your body when you reach beyond the door she'd flicked open, she looks away from you, cursing herself for having forgotten how messy it'd become., "Sorry for the mess.," Wanda moves quickly to brush everything off the bed and to the floor., "Psh, this is nothing, honestly, your room being like this is rather comforting. Perfect little miss Wanda Maximoff, the one who yells at us for not using a coaster is a secret slob, I can't wait to tell all the guys." Wanda glares over at you, the subtle tilting of her head makes you freeze, no words are said, they don't even have to be as you nod in complete understanding.

"Good girl.," She beams, then she throws back her covers, patting her bed and as soon as you touch down she's clinging to you like a koala., "Hope you live up to my expectations detka.," They were high too, based on word of mouth, but seeing as how you could actually do no wrong in her eyes you could probably just lay there like a brick and she'd be content.

Which is the current case as your brain works over time, continuously analyzing the use of the Russian pet name, because she has just called you baby, and you've been dreaming of this moment for months, but now you're lost. On the one hand, if she asked you out you'd say yes in a heartbeat, on the other hand, she's only just become single and you're almost certain your hope has you reading into the last hour; the last thing you'd want is to be a rebound. Her obvious displeased shuffling pulled you out of your spiral, and you pulled her even closer, and she groaned when your hand began to rub perfect, gentle circles into her back, working out the knots from the mission.

The warmth, and immense comfort having you close brought her was making the already tired woman slip in between levels of consciousness, and it was the most adorable thing you'd seen. Every time she'd close her eyes it would take her that much longer to reopen them, her lips would pucker, and nose would scrunch when she was obviously fighting the exhaustion, then her face would smooth back out, her plump lips would part, soft breaths tickling at your skin as she had slowly made her way on top of you.

Once Wanda had truly fallen asleep you still remained, holding onto her for a few minutes, and admiring her soft features; allowing her to reach a deeper state of slumber before you slip out—rather elegantly if you might add, you then covered her up before rushing off to find the trouble maker that is your eldest sister.

—

"You knew!" Natasha flinches at your sudden accusatory tone, but her lips quirk at the truth of your words as she flips the page of her book., "Shhh, Lena's recovering, use your inside—.," She squeals, effectively cutting her sentence off, then she's whining like a petulant child as you drag her out of the secluded room, and into the medbay hallway.

"Fine, I knew, but what is it you're referencing? That Wanda's finally single, or that you two are a literal match made in smitten kitten heaven?" Her smug smile made you scowl., "So, this is why you were being so sketchy then? All the looks, and the winking, what's your point?" Natasha smirks., "My point was you needed to make your move, and it seems to me you did."

With a confused mind you follow her eyes, you then use your phone to see that your neck has a smear of vibrant red lipstick, and your eyes widen., "No-o, Natty, it's not what you think.," Natasha deadpans., "Trust me, I know, but that doesn't mean it won't be happening tonight after the party though.," she teases with a wink.

"What's your fascination with getting me laid?" Natasha chortles rather boisterously, then she's cupping your plush cheeks, and settling her forehead against yours., "Angel, this time it's not about that, it's a bonus sure, but this is about you finally getting the love you fucking deserve, and I know the little witch will offer.,"

At the sound of your sniffling the big, scary assassin pulls you in for a tight hug, swaying the both of you in place until you're no longer wetting her shirt with your appreciative tears., "You better be right Natty, I won't survive if you're wrong here.," Natasha scoffs., "I'm never wrong—don't even start with the ex—just stop being a scaredy-cat, and ask her out."

With a final, tight squeeze she lets you go, using her thumbs she wipes away the residual tears, "I'll do it, or at least I promise to try.," Natasha nods with an encouraging smile, she knows you're being honest, and it's far better than you just shrugging her off altogether.

"After tonight I'm taking a much needed week off, then it's onto Yelena and the goofy archer." You shake your head as you head for the door.,

"Oh Natalia, vsegda tak effektiven v vashem vmeshatel'stve." Natasha shouts out after you., "It's my duty as the oldest sister, and just as soon as you're both settled down I'll finally ask Maria out." quietly mumbling the last part before shouting once more., "Go get em tiger!!"

(Always so effective with your meddling)

—

Wanda was disappointed when she woke up without you, but she also knew you'd be gone. Your thoughts were rather loud; detka might've been a bit rushed, but she just couldn't help to utter it when she was cuddled up close to you. Having you for the brief stint made her realize tonight was the night she had to make a move. Seeing as how you're the 'reason for the party,' she knew you'd be here, Tony would drag you here kicking and screaming to make sure of it. Even after ten months you still didn't like to go to the parties, staying in the shadows was your preferred mode of existence, and she never usually minded because she'd been able slip off to watch movies with you.

While she awaits your arrival she rushes over to the bar, her back to those working as her stool is turned to let her know you're here., "Wands, what's your mode of liquid courage?," Wanda turns to see the smirking redhead, an array of alcohol bottles in her hand, and two empty shot glasses waiting to be filled., "Is it really that obvious?," She grumbles while pointing to the expensive bottle of vodka, Nat offers her a reassuring smile while pouring. "Oh Wands, you two are disgustingly obvious. Y/N could hardly string a sentence together whenever you use to enter a room, and she still hardly can after all this time, plus she's never laughed so hard like she does with you.,"

Natasha pauses, handing over the booze, and they throw the shot glasses back with ease., "Then there's you, following her around like a smitten kitten, and ending a three year long relationship a few months after her arrival.," Natasha refills the glasses, and they clink in early celebration., "Why is she so oblivious Nat? Because I'm in deep and she just doesn't seem to get it, she didn't even know we broke up, she asked how we were doing as a couple as I was literally straddling her lap, and then I called her detka before quite literally laying on top of her as we cuddled."

Natasha hums thoughtfully as the next shot slides down her throat with a delicious burn., "Well, it's not enough to be an obvious flirt with Y/N, she requires a more blunt approach. To you the cuddling is a clear sign of your infatuation, to her it was a sweet moment with the unobtainable girl of her dreams.," Wanda frowns at the comment., "Her brain moves a mile a minute, and if Y/N's always been one thing it's an over thinker. Even if she gets to the conclusion that you're into her she's likely talked herself out of the thought a second later, as a mind reader I'm sure you've heard her."

Wanda's brows furrow at the insinuation., "Natasha, I don't intentionally read anyones thoughts.," Natasha throws a quick hand up., "I'm aware, but I also know from your training that you can't block everything out, and Y/N's thoughts are probably more like loud alarms.," Wanda cheers to that, because it's a correct inference., "Just promise me this one thing.," Wanda, though tipsy, straightens herself up and maintains a respectable eye contact., "Don't break her heart, I really don't want to have to fight you, but I will for my angel."

"No, I'd never do that Nat! I've felt more with her in ten months then I ever did with Vis, she is like my wildest dream come true, I love her." Natasha beams at the obvious confession, then she peers over her shoulder just in time to see you nervously stopped before the doorway, your hands fidgeting, and as if you were a conductor of a freight train Wanda's all aboard.

*If you turn around now, then you don't have to face any of the judgmental shield agents.*

*No! I belong here just as much as they do, I even proved it today.*

*Wanda's definitely there, probably looking beautiful in a pretty little dress... Maybe she's even waiting for me to show up...*

*Or Natty's just a deluded little freak, and I'm about to make a total fool of myself.*

*No, I-I need to at least try... Right?*

Wanda smiled endearingly at the way your nervous stutter transcends the verbal, she watched you step into the party with baited breath, and fucking hell did you look stunning. Wearing a pair of black flare pants with thin golden stripes running up the legs, paired with a silky, golden button up crop top that gave her the perfect view of your visibly softened skin. Your hands were adorned with stacked golden rings, and she was close to squirming at the thought of the cold metal digging into her skin with your fingers wrapped around her throat. She quickly frowned when the metal armed nitwit blocked her delicious view of you.

"Hiya doll, well don't you look ravishing.," Bucky greets, and your whole body tenses, the super soldier has been relentless with his advances, and though he's normally a nice guy you just can't respect his inability to read the room, or hear you when you turn him down., "Hey Bucky." You greet with a tight smile, and he pulls you in for a hug, his hand on your exposed skin makes you unnaturally nauseous, the glares casted upon you from various Shield women only makes your anxiety peak more.

*Nope, I'm out.*

Wanda rushes after you before Nat could even warn her that you were going to flee, stumbling as she was she still made quick work to reach you, and in a tipsy state of desperation she pounces on you, causing you to stumble into a cramped closet, she winced when you groaned as a broomstick plunged into your plush belly.

"Y/N/N, I'm sorry..." Wanda illuminates the closet in hues of red, her gaze falling to your clutched abdomen and without much thought her hands replace yours, her surprisingly cold fingers work wonders on the irritated skin,. "No worries Wands, I-I'm okay.," your hands settled over hers, and it was truly electrifying, but your warm smile is what really did her in.

Nerves wracked your body the longer you stood there in silence just staring at one another., "Wands, why are we in the closet? I've been out for awhile now, I never planned to return.," Wanda playfully rolls her eyes at your humor, but really she appreciates the way you had the courage to cut through the tense silence, all her planned words having died on her tongue once she touched you., "You belong here."

Your entire face scrunches in pure confusion., "Um... You think I belong in a janitors closet?," Wanda internally groans at her misconstrued message., "Noooo, I-I, you belong with me.," Your breath hitches, her words loaded, but not quite as dizzying as her feather soft touches. Lithe fingers slowly run across your stomach, tracing delicate lines over your stretch marks until her hands are softly gripping at your hips.

"I-It's a good song, really, but Red's her best album, have you heard Sad Beautiful Tragic?," Wanda's heart cracks, using humor to mask your fears doing nothing as your thoughts are screaming at you not to fall for this., "Y/N....," she whispers your name, her voice cracking, and it breaks your heart to know you're the reason for her slightly trembling lip., "Please, can you believe me when I say that I love you.," her head falls to hide the tears burning at the corner of her eyes, you can hear the sniffle, but the fear still overruled your heart.

"Wands, please don't say it if you don't...," Wanda's lips are incredibly soft as they land on yours in an attempt to cut your words off, using actions to convince your stubborn mind of the truth since her words just continue to fail her., "I love you, every single thing about you, you are perfect to me.. for me.. So stop running!" Her grip on you'd somehow managed to get even tighter, and your hands dropped to grab hers, pulling them off you, and her face fell.

Wanda was surely about to cry, but then your hands were interlocking with hers, and the sight of your warm smile filled her with hope., "Wanda, dorogoy, you know I don't run...," Joking aside she could see you were genuinely in when she looked into your eyes, and those loud doubts of yours had ceased to exist., "Fucking asshole...," She groaned, and you chuckled before pulling her back in for a sweet kiss that turned heated rather quickly, her hands traveling beneath your loose top telling you just exactly where this night was headed.

A shiver runs down her spine when your soft, near breathless chuckles fan across her neck., "Wanda, I will not be having my way with you in a stuffy janitors closet.," Wanda whined, her need to be touched by you had her impatient, so with her heels in her hand, and yours in her other she hurriedly pulled you out of the closet. With a clear determination on her face she was hurriedly pulling you off towards the elevator. Her foot was tapping impatiently against the carpet, the ding of the elevator doors failing to ring out, she had a mind about her to use her magic to speed the machine along. Luckily it was only a few moments later that the doors were opening and she was flinging you into the rig, leaving you to wonder where exactly it is that she stored all that strength.

Without any warning, much like before, she was pouncing on you, but this time you had managed to see it coming and caught her, your hands garnering a rough grip upon her lush ass. A pained groan leaving you as your back hit the hard wall of the elevator, only to then be swallowed by the Sokovian as her plump lips slammed into yours with an unbridled passion. Wanda's lithe hands found purchase in your locks, roughly tangling into your soft hair, and keeping her steady as you tenderly massaged the thinly covered flesh of her bottom.

Breathy moans a direct response to your touch leaving way for you to slip your tongue right into her mouth, making you successful in your need to deepen the kiss; to get a taste of her. Wanda hadn't thought she could feel more desperate, but every move you make proves her wrong, her hips now involuntarily grinding her against you as her need for friction had steadily increased., "Shit... Detka, are you packing?," she groaned, and you nearly lost the rhythm of the kiss as the urge to smirk overwhelmed you. Wordlessly though you had answered her, using your strong hold on her ass you slowly pushed her practically bare core flush against the clothed bulge as her dress had become bunched up at her hips at some point,. "Fuck!"

Wanda was thanking the stars that the elevator doors were finally opening, never in her life had traveling to the second floor taken so long, and she was even more thankful that you'd resolved to carry her to the room, because she's not sure she could've managed the walk alone. On the short journey to her room your lips had made a path of marks on their journey to her pulse point, biting into the skin you heard her suck in a harsh breath, swiping your tongue over the deep mark in an attempt to soothe her all the while one of your hands was wildly searching for the doorknob.

Wanda was beyond desperate for you, but when you went to open the door she began to panic about the pace of the night, she didn't want you to think she was trying to use you. Your hand was quickly encased by swirls of red, you pulled back for clarification., "Wait!," Wanda's eyes closed, and her nose scrunched up adorably, the sounds of shuffling from behind her bedroom door leaving you rather intrigued, then those beautiful green eyes of hers opened up, swirls of red still ever present. Noticing your lust blown eyes staring at her she smiled shyly with tinted cheeks., "Go ahead."

Wanda watched your face with rapt attention as you slowly allowed the door to creak open. Soft music was lowly playing in the room, the lights were dim, rose petals in the shape of a heart covered the once messy bed, and there was a fondue station set up beside the bed. Wanda's hands slid from behind your neck to cup your cheeks when you started to tear up., "Don't get me wrong detka, I want you to have your way with me, but I also want to woo you.," You shook your head while lightly laughing., "Consider me woo'd then milaya devushka., Wanda beamed, pulling you in for a quick kiss as she lowered her feet back to the ground, pulling you over to her bed she sits you down.

It was all so absolutely heartwarming, the soft humming in correspondence with the music, hips delicately swaying as she worked to get the chocolate warmed up with her back to you; it did wonders in reaffirming her earlier words, she loved you, she wanted you, and boy did it make your once doomed butterflies swarm. However, you were beyond aroused, and if you're being honest, you were ready to fuck her senseless, all the wooing could come after.

Quietly you rose up from the bed, fingers tracing over the sensitive marks you'd just left behind as you began to move her hair from behind her neck until it was draped over her shoulders., "You're so sweet Wands..." you coo, placing a gentle kiss to the nape of her neck that spurs on an adorable, surprised giggle, "Really, this is all so beautiful.," one of your hands that had been resting on her hip slowly rises up as you praise the woman until your fingers hovering over the zipper of her dress., "But fuck Wands, I'd be a fool if I didn't tell you how much I want to take this little red dress right off of you, to be able to make love to you until the sun rises, to finally get a taste you, because Wands, I've been waiting so damn long for you to actually be mine."

Wanda's hands were holding so tightly to the metal tray as you whispered your desires into her ear, the skin of her knuckles turning white, and her thighs were positively dripping with her never ending arousal., "Take it off then...," You lightheartedly chuckle, "Your wish is my command krasivaya...," taking the zipper in between your fingers you playfully twist it around before slowly pulling it down along with the fabric clinging onto her shoulders.

Her entire body shivers as you leave a trail of soft kisses down the column of her spine as her back is slowly revealed to you, your hands settling on her hips for stability, and you take a moment to admire her physique from below. Taut shoulder blades telling you just how tense the witch is while she is forced to patiently await your next movements. Traveling back up you leave a more scattered pathway of kisses, her muscles tense under the light touch of your fingers that had followed the trail of your kisses until finally reaching the clasps of her bra.

Your lips were incredibly tender as they continuously pressed to her bare shoulder., "Tell me what is it that you want from me pretty girl?," Wanda's entire body was buzzing with need, and there you were taking your sweet time., "Please Y/N, can you just fuck me already? Take it all off, and have your fucking way with me damn it, I-I just, I need you so badly...," Her bra hit the floor only a few seconds later, your arm then snaked around her body, a soft hand wrapping around her neck from behind, "Oh no, because when you talk like that all it makes me think about is edging you for days.," her breath hitched and you could feel the way the muscles in her throat constricted under your hand when she so obviously gulped.

Everything about the moment had you feeling empowered, because here you stood, the chubby little ex spy with an affinity for hacking with your hand firmly wrapped around the most powerful witch in the world's neck. Having her vanity placed directly across from your standing forms was a bit too dangerous. There was this look in her glazed over eyes telling you she's completely at your mercy, and your heart was beating wildly out of your chest along with the mind coursing with sinful ideas.

Wanda’s eyebrows furrowed when you winked at her through the mirror, followed only by a gasp when you’d applied the perfect pressure to the sides of her neck, using your secure hold to spin her around, her knees nearly buckle at the dizzying move, and her strangled moans were subsequently swallowed by your pillow soft lips. The moment was exhilarating for the young witch, to hand over such control to you, it had the knot in her stomach tightening. Feeling as her life literally resided in your hands, her body slowly succumbing to the effects of your deprivations; her once strong pulse, the one that had been racing beneath your fingertips only a minute ago was now but a faint thump for you to vaguely feel.

The tears that had been pooling in the corner of her eyes were now steadily rolling down her cheeks as you continued to deliciously deprive her of oxygen, your lips still passionately moved against hers even when she couldn't keep up, and when you were sure she couldn't handle anymore you finally let up on your grip. Wanda then stole the air from your lungs, literally as she gasped against your parted lips, and then again once you saw the fruits of your labor; black mascara streaked over her deeply reddened cheeks, angry red lines covered the entirety of her neck, and her lips were nearly doubled in size.

She was a vision; a true fucking masterpiece.

To see her so physically wrecked after barely touching her had you desperate for more, so you slammed your lips to hers once more, hands gripping her by the hips and with brute force you were tossing her back onto the bed. She had landed perfectly in the center of the mattress, the force of your throw causing her to bounce, and the impact further knocked the wind from her aching lungs.

While she lied there, exposed chest heaving uncontrollably as she fought to breathe you took a moment to just admire the beauty who was officially yours now, the marks proving it, and your eyes unashamedly trailed freely over her every single curve until finally landing on her slick covered thighs, and ruined panties.

"Fuck honey, you weren't lying...," your hands slowly slid up her thighs, when her dazed eyes had finally locked on yours you winked at her, with a continued bout of eye contact, and a firm grip you ripped her lace panties to shreds. Wanda's eyes widened when she saw you toss the pieces of her favorite pair of underwear to the side, but the brute strength you displayed had her dripping onto the sheets., "Shit!"

Teasingly you took a finger and ran it through her folds, collecting her arousal, and ignoring her whines for more as you instead brought it up to your lips so you could finally get a taste., "Oh, you just gave a whole new meaning to being my sweet girl...," you groaned out as her taste coated your tongue, your need to tease having very well faded now as you looked into Wanda’s pleading eyes, and so you pulled her down the bed by her calves until they were dangling off the bed, dropping to your knees, and after a deep breath you dove right in.

Wanda was beyond relieved when your mouth had finally landed on her lower lips, her hips began to move in sync with you, your tongue now working wonders on her sensitive cunt. She whined however when you held her down by wrapping your arms around her soft thighs, but then she was screaming in pleasure when a finger was circling her entrance then before she could plead for more you plunged into her. Wanda’s mouth fell open at the odd stretch, and it dawned on her that your gold rings were still on, and the feel of the cold metal rubbing against her walls was fucking thrilling.

Her orgasm being near wasn’t hard to detect, the violently thrashing against your hold was the clearest sign, her babbling the next, and so you sucked her throbbing clit in between your lips, feeling how it pulsed erratically beneath the tip of your tongue as you swirled around it, that additional pressure mixed in with the curling of your fingers with every single thrust had her thrown over the edge of bliss, the pit in her abdomen having unraveled, your palm and fingers were absolutely drenched.

Once her cunt had released its iron grip on your fingers you eased yourself out of her, eyes zeroing in on the way she continued to clench around nothing, and you were in absolute awe. You stood up, looking down on the woman as you sucked your slick covered fingers into your mouth, Wanda’s legs rubbed together in need as you moaned around your fingers, her eyes consumed by lust fell to the bulge in your pants, but you were now focused elsewhere so she fell back against the mattress in a huff.

"Looks like the chocolate is done honey...," Wanda lifts her head up from to see you stood their topless, and the words you had said no longer even registered in her mind, the only thing she could even think of was having your strap buried deep inside of her while she played with your marvelous tits. Next thing she knew your pants were off, the sizable strap springing to life, and the witch was squirming around in obvious need, meanwhile you were dipping a finger into the melted chocolate.

"Mm," you moaned, then dipped a strawberry into the bowl, collecting a heaping dollop of chocolate, and Wanda was absolutely shocked, whimpering even as you had trailed the excess chocolate over her nipples, then her mouth opened when you laid the strawberry to her lip, moaning as the tart, and sweet refreshing treat lubricated her dry throat, then again as your mouth attached to hers for a brief taste of the fruit, she tried to chase your lips as you pulled away but you moved down. She watched on through hooded eyes as you sucked the skin of her breasts into your mouth, leaving love bites all over the unmarred skin before giving her exactly what she needs by taking her nipple into your mouth, swirling your tongue around to collect the chocolate before sucking harshly on the sensitive nub, and getting a bit more than you'd bargained for as her back arches off of the bed and more of her breast is pushed up and into your mouth. While showing her other nipple the same kind of attention you had began to line your strap up with her entrance, and just as you bit down on her nipple, pulling a dazed moan from her, you fully thrusted the strap into her.

Abused walls cling to the thick strap that’s stretching her out beyond anything she’d ever experienced before, her hands were holding onto your arms for what seemed to be dear life as you hovered over her, giving her all the necessary time needed to adjust to the sheer size, and placing an abundance of soft kisses to her face for comfort., “I’m ready detka…,” You lovingly smiled down at her, lips softly meeting hers as your hips began to pull out of her to then slam right back in, catching the pained groans until they’d faded into breathy moans, with a few new marks made to her skin, and a perfectly applied pressure to her clit she was already drenching your cock. You fucked her right through the pleasure, with one arm you scooped her up, lifting her entire body off the bed, and into a bruising kiss as you shifted to where you were lying flat on your back instead.

Wanda groaned as you had plopped down, causing the strap to hit her at a completely different angle, you chuckled as she fell into you., “No no dorogoy, you’re going to ride daddy’s cock now.,” Wanda’s eyes widened, then they darkened as your self proclaimed title resonated somewhere deep in her soul. With your help she was back upright, her hands happily took their place on your breasts, and she was bouncing atop of you with vigor.

As much as she wanted to fall apart again she was more interested in seeing you falling with her, so while bouncing without reprieve she closed her eyes, swirls of red flooded your vision, and within a seconds time you were a moaning mess beneath her. Everything she felt you did too, the massive stretch of her walls was mirrored in your own pussy, whenever the tip stroked over that special spot inside her you were also seeing stars, the both of you moaned in tandem as your orgasms built up., “Fuck, you look so fucking hot riding my cock detka.”You manage to pant, you thrusted up in time to meet her sloppy hips., “ ‘m close daddy…,” you hum., “Mm.. Me too baby… Cum with daddy.,” Wanda’s body shook wildly as her high coursed throughout her body, it was the hottest thing you’d ever fucking seen, her hands squeezed your breasts tightly as she continued to bounce and suddenly you were gasping for air, the pressure that had been steadily building up inside you finally snapped, your arousal now dripping down your backside and onto the bed sheets. Wanda then fell forward, lips moving against yours lazily, low moans were being transferred as you both worked to calm down, your hips continued to move involuntarily, and in one swift move you were going at it again.

Wanda had become your rag doll, any position you could roll her into she’d happily comply, your belly was currently flush against her ass, your strap buried deep inside her from behind, and the room reeked of sex as you worked the Sokovian into what would be her sixth orgasm. Wanda was absolutely spent, but her desire to be handled by you was outweighing her need to stop, as you brutally rutted into her you felt the hilt rubbing against your clit, your nipples brushing against her back with every thrust, and you were panting wildly against her as you were nearing a breaking point. Your hand found purchase on your lovers overworked bundle of nerves, “Come with daddy angel…,” both of you fell into your bliss at the same time, but for her it was edging more on the painful side of the pleasure.

Her body shook uncontrollably on the bed, and her short, pained gasps for air had you worried. Hyperventilating, that's what she was doing, so you immediately pulled out of her, ignoring the way she seemed displeased with your choices, and you lifted her from the bed, and cradled her close., "Dorogoy, shhh you're okay," you coo'd while her free flowing tears rolled down your skin, but your heart settled lightly when she pushed for you to lay down, and nuzzled her face into your breasts. You continued to soothe her, a soft hand scratching at her back., 'M okay...," she mumbled against your chest., you placed a few thankful kisses to her temple., "Did so good detka...," she quietly added as her breaths had slowly returned to a softer pattern, and all the festering guilt had faded when she placed a couple of soft kisses to your shoulder.

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Wanda's fingers that were mindlessly swirling over the skin of your shoulder comes to a stop, a long, drawn out sigh leaves the woman and then in the blink of an eye she's hovering above you., "I was thinking, and since you got to have your fun I think it's only fair I get my own chance.." You snort., "Oh, was that not fun for you?," Wanda blushes, looking away from you and that smug, ridiculously attractive smirk., "Stooop...," her whines only makes you laugh., "I'm serious Y/N/N, let me have my way with you.," just as she finally has your attention a loud set of unrelenting knocks on her bedroom door has both of you beyond perplexed.

"WANDA MAXIMOFF! Unhand moya sestra at once!!! There's a list of available days for her cuddling, and today was my day!" Wanda falls against you in a fit of embarrassed giggles, and you stifle your laughter into her bare shoulder., "I can hear the giggling! This isn't funny! Give her up or so help me God I will—."

Both of your curious gazes fall onto the door at the sudden silence., "Natasha! Put me down!," Natasha grunts, you can hear the clear struggle before she's shouting through the shut door., "Sorry, I don't know who exactly let her out of the medbay, but I will fill in for Y/N tonight.," Yelena groans, "No, you have absolutely no snuggle potential! Y/N, please, save me!!!" Yelena's dramatic cries for help fall upon your unreceptive ears; Wanda's loud, unrestrained laughter ends up being all you hear, and you can't fight the need to laugh along with her.

"What is this calendar, hm?," The underlying question isn't lost on you., "Just an organized system for my very popular cuddling services.," you offer up a vague answer, and she huffs., "Yeah? Whom exactly has booked a session?," In the most painfully slow way you fill her in., "Natasha..., Yelena... Tony...," you smirk., "Bucky's tried to book, but I always have a mission...," she rolls her eyes when you wink, and then you pause, enjoying the sight of her impatient glare, but also preparing yourself for her incoming reaction., "...Danvers has a booking for the end of the month..."

Wanda blinks a few times before chuckling., "Oh detka, that just won't do...," being smart you remain silent, staring up at her as she slowly lowers her body atop of yours, soft lips grazing over your cheek on their way to your ear., "I see the way Danvers looks at you Y/N, and there's no way in hell she or Barnes will ever have the luxury of cuddling up to you. Do I make myself clear?," your shaky breath and vigorous nod leaves her satisfied, "Good girl.," she faintly chuckles, her lips then briefly touch upon yours before moving on to explore.

Her lips were slow as they traveled down your body, her tongue graciously poking out to drag across the salty skin and enjoying how such simple touches could already have you so vocal. Hands gripped you tightly, your skin filling the gaps between her fingertips while she continued working you up until you were a squirming, panting mess, the same way she'd envisioned you to be in her mind countless times before. Painfully slow was the pace she settled on, her goal to cherish every last inch of you before giving in to the temptation to have you becoming a fucked out mess beneath her.

She smiled wildly when she settled between your legs, her cheek resting against your thigh, green eyes transfixed on the other while her finger mindlessly ran over the vast area of skin; a mind running wild with thoughts of how she'll have to dig her nails into your luscious thighs, forced into leaving behind deep crescent marks in an attempt to keep them spread open for her while she devours you because the pleasure will just be too much for you to bare, and in the end she imagines she will have to use her powers to hold you down.

She truly doesn't understand where her own patience is coming from, because once her eyes take in your slick covered core she has the urge to start now, to just forgo her other course of action, but she remains strong; leaning in she breathes your unique scent in, then she slips her tongue out, applying the slightest bit of pressure to your mound as her lips graze over, and a layer of your essence paints her lips., "Fucking hell detka, I can't believe you've left me deprived of such a sweet taste for so long..."

The pitiful whines leaving your lips as Wanda vacates the bed has her staring at you amused, with a awfully devious smirk to accompany. Your curious eyes follow her as she settles before her bedside drawers, hands discreetly sorting through the mystery contents for a bit. Wanda cheers when she finally finds what she's looking for, smirking over at you, your eyes fall to the red silk tie in her hands and then she's stalking back towards the bed with dark eyes., "Hands up moya lyubov', this is going to be a long night, the sun won't be up for hours...

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borntoocry · 1 year

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Could you pleaseee write something where y/n sends Ellie a cheeky 🤭picture and Ellie rushes over to y/n’s dorm or house or smth….and we all know what happens next. I love ur work btw ❤️

a/n: I suck at making extremely short stuff... also this isn't as good as I hoped but I hope YOU like it:)

mentions of pet names. 'baby/babe.' NOT PROOFREAD!!

The bag that held your risque lingerie sat in your vanity chair, drawing you in no matter how badly you wanted to stay in bed. You imagined yourself dressed in the periwinkle bra and panties, showing yourself off to Ellie as she sat in front of you. But she was selling at the moment, in questionable people’s driveway, waiting for them to grab their grams.

You were sad that she wasn’t around in the tiny duplex you shared. She was off doing her job, yes, but she was doing her job. You hated being away from her, you held an attachment to her that could not be compared to anything you’ve had before. Maybe it was due to the fact that Ellie was your first long-term woman relationship, or that she was your main friend. Whatever it was, you hated being away from her, no matter the circumstance.

You were going to ride with her today, but she told you to stay home. She had been grumpy all morning, claiming that people were wasting her time, trying to badly negotiate prices on eights, zips, even three grams. And on top of that, people weren’t taking her seriously when she said she had to study and finish homework.

Now the bag resting on your vanity chair seemed more intriguing. You wanted to look sexy, feel sexy, and give Ellie something to smile about.

You instantly stood up without another thought and grabbed your bag off the vanity chair. You undressed, slid on the periwinkle lace panties–that left nothing to the imagination–the lace bra that had your nipples on full display, and a garter belt that connected to stocking you had previously bought. You clipped everything together, and when you stood in front of the mirror, even you just wanted to fuck yourself. You looked hot. And not even that felt like the correct word.

You then grabbed your phone off your bed and opened up the camera. You tried out a few poses, trying to figure out what was the sexiest. After a few rounds taken where you looked absolutely ravishing, you undid your bra and took a few more pictures.

⇰ you

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i know ur a bit grumpy today… hope this helps ;)

You dropped your phone onto your bed and continued looking at yourself in the mirror. You rarely saw yourself in this kind of attire. If you were going to have sex with Ellie, you never wore fancy lace and garter belts and stockings. Usually, you just wore your regular bra and underwear–no matter if they weren’t matching, or if you wore your grandma underwear after not washing your clothes. Ellie somehow always found you beautiful.

But this time was different. Ellie deposited $500 into your account a couple days prior and asked you to buy yourself anything you wanted. You knew how she had acquired the money, but the action itself left you feeling guilty. This money was hers and could have been used for rent, herself, food, etc., but instead she gifted it to you.

It was easy money for her, especially since people usually bought a lot from her. Parents, students, old people bought from her, and her dad still gave her money even if she begged him not to, so she had a massive influx of money.

You thanked her by pleasing her, but no matter how much you thanked her, kissed her, fucked her, it wasn’t enough to you. So you were making it up to her by buying lingerie and sending sexy pictures.

Not even two minutes later, your phone chimed. You unlocked it and instantly squirmed.

⇰ ellie♥

oh baby.

don’t go anywhere. i’ll be right there.

fuuuck. okay. i’m ten minutes away.

⇰ you

don’t you have work?!!!! i didn’t send them for you to come home!!

⇰ ellie♥

FUCK WORK.

i’m literally creaming in my jeans babe.

holy shit ur hot as hell?!!!?

You threw your phone onto the bed and quickly re-clipped your bra. You put on your robe, sat down at your vanity, and tried styling your hair in the tiniest form of sexy you could. Maybe tossing it into a messy bun? Or maybe quickly curling a few pieces? Leaving it how it is?

You tried to curl your hair, but you were trembling with excitement that everything turned into a mess. So you tried playing around with it to see if you liked it framing your face. No. Then, you tied it up in a messy bun with two curly pieces left out in the front.

And now, with your hair and makeup done, ten minutes have passed by.

And an angry car parked in front of your house. A door slammed, followed by an aggressive knock at the door. She had a key, but she was most certainly waiting for you to open the door. So… you ran to the door. You checked the peephole, and there stood Ellie, rocking back and forth, hands slapping her thighs.

You bit back a squeal and unlocked the door, opening it to meet Ellie, who spent no time rushing in and shutting the door, pinning you behind it. You gasped at the contact and stared at your girlfriend who’s eyes were already darting over your body.

“Sorry,” you said, “I put on a robe.”

She shrugged and untied it. She tore it off and threw it onto the floor beside you. Her hands found their way onto your hips, thumbs caressing your soft skin. Her eyes were buzzing about and you felt the need to tear her clothes off. You already had her wrapped around your finger, all you needed now was her physically wrapped around you.

“What?” you asked, sounding completely clueless to the situation.

“‘What?’” Ellie scoffed. “What do you mean ‘what’? You send me pictures of yourself in lingerie and then with your tits out on full display and you expect me not to want to fucking worship you?”

You laughed. “I just thought they’d be nice. To get you through the day.”

Her fingers wrapped around the hooks of your garter belt and she quickly unclipped them. “You thought that would get me through the day? Baby, if you send me shit like that, I’d drop everything to come and fuck your pretty ass out of this–” She pulled the band of your thong and let it go, allowing the material to slap your skin.

You grabbed her belt loop and pulled her in, forcing your lips to collide. Your hands maneuvered through her hair and down to her shoulders, where you pried her infamous flannel off her body. You threw it onto the floor, on top of the robe.

Next was her shirt. Then her jeans. And then you pulled away, examining her toned stomach and how the lines of her soft abs protruded with each breath. You smiled. She looked sexy herself, even if she was wearing a simple black sports bra and her usual black boyshorts.

You ran your hands down the expanse of her skin and hooked your thumbs into her underwear. “I need to ride you,” you whispered.

She hummed. “Oh really?” she asked with a smirk.

You nodded and began pushing her back, turning her around and pulling her behind you once you got far enough. You then pushed her onto the large couch in the living room and straddled her, hands finding home on her shoulders, rubbing along the material of her sports bra and the skin of her neck.

Ellie placed her hands on your waist and pulled and pulled on your thong. She leaned into you and kissed your cheek, neck, the fat of your breasts. “I need you to take these off,” she whispered.

“Why?” you replied.

“It makes it harder to feel your pussy on me…”

You smiled and quickly stood up. You pulled off the garter completely, followed along by your thong. They went next to you, far from the robe and Ellie’s clothing, leaving your home evident of fucking.

You bent your arms behind your body, fingers finding your bra clasp. However, Ellie pulled your legs towards her and stopped you from unclasping it. “Let me,” she said, and you sat on her naked thigh.

You whined at the contact, already twitching at the feeling of your wet cunt dragging along her thigh. She chuckled and wrapped her arms around you, hands needily unclasping your bra. This movement had you leaning forward with slight groans, your body heaving at the slow and steady grinding.

Once the bra was off, Ellie’s hands found their way onto your boobs, fingers massaging your flesh and rolling your nipples between her fingers. You hummed. The pleasure of slowly rolling your hips and your tits being kneaded was beyond compare.

“You like that?” Ellie asked.

You nodded. “Fuck…yes…” you moaned.

“Good, just keep grinding baby.”

You continued doing so: grinding down onto her thigh as she licked, sucked, played with your boobs and nipples. Ellie would shake her leg every so often, forcing gasps and loud moans out of you. It worsened once she leaned back and placed her hands on your hips, drilling her nails into your flesh and moving your hips along with you. You bit down on your lip, trying to hide the moans that bounced off the walls of your throat. But the more you tried, the harder it got–until you gave up and started moaning at every change in rhythm.

“That’s it,” you whined. Ellie was slapping your ass the faster you rode her. Your hands found their way onto Ellie’s boobs: sports bra pushed up, tits spilling out and catching the coldness of the fan above you. Her moans pedaled you forward and you rocked faster, ground your pussy harder onto her bare thigh. “That’s it baby. That’sitthat’sitthat’sit.”

“C’mon baby,” Ellie grunted. “Grind that pretty little pussy onto me. Ride my thigh like you fucking mean it. You can do it.”

The praises left you heaving, crying out into the air as you climaxed. You ran your thumbs over her pretty tits and fell forward, pressing your head into the crook of her neck.

Ellie instantly began rubbing your back. She kissed the side of your sweaty head and you could feel the curve of her smiling lips.

“You did so good, baby,” Ellie whispered.

“Did I?” you asked.

She nodded. “Now send me one of those again and I’ll be doing more than letting you ride my thigh.”

You moved your head and looked down at her. “You want to go again? I think you have more in you.”

Ellie bit down on her lip. “I think so too…”

#ellie williams #ellie williams tlou #elliewilliams x reader #ellie williams x you #oneshot #lesbian #ellie williams smut #ellie williams recs

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yaz113 · 3 months

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I’ve Never Done This Before But…

This is a little something I wrote up over the course of one night.. I don’t think it’s good enough for ao3, nor can I think of a title or summary to post it there but I also don’t want to scrap it so here it is🥰

I’d been talking to a friend about the overall thematic questions of different works of fiction, and here’s what it resulted it.

The overall question here is: can someone change while keeping the fundamental themness of themselves.

The answer, by Izzy Hands.

Relationships: Stede Bonnet/Israel Hands

Rating: Teens and Up

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"Alright everyone!" Stede smiles as he looks over the loot they've acquired from their most recent raid. "Let's get this all packed up before sunset." There are a few grumbles but after a stern look from Izzy, the crew begins working. Stede pauses to give him a grateful look and he rolls his eyes but nods, a small smile pulling at his lips.

He begins to make his way across the deck, wincing at the pain in his stump before realizing his error. Stede's grateful look has morphed into one of concern and Izzy feels an instinctual rush of embarrassment at having let his guard down in front of him.

"Izzy, my quarters, if you please." The smile Stede gives him is so tender it could almost kill him. He huffs, following behind the captain, the crew's eyes on them. He's used to it, now. It's been nearly a month since the Revenge left the Republic of Pirates, left Edward manning Jeff’s Inn by the Sea with a small team of equally bored and restless ex-pirates, and the crew had to come to terms with the fact that Izzy wasn't going anywhere.

At first they had been suspicious, sure that Izzy would do something to betray Stede again, to turn him in for his bounty. It hadn't taken long, though, for Izzy to prove his loyalty and the crew, while wary, accepted him. It helped that his relationship with Stede had changed.

"So, what is this about?" Izzy asks, his tone impatient, though he already knows. He had seen Stede eyeing his stump earlier during the raid and again on deck and the concern on his face had been clear.

"Israel," Stede begins, and he shivers at the sound of his own name. It's something that's been so deeply and utterly his for the majority of his life, and yet, hearing Stede say it now makes his heart race. "When was the last time you tended to your leg?"

"This morning." Izzy lies. He hates when Stede worries about him like this. Hates the guilt that floods his expression, hates the way his eyes seem to plead with him, the way he seems to think he can fix him.

"You're lying."

"It doesn't matter." Izzy insists. He turns to leave, not wanting to deal with the rest of this conversation.

"You've got to stop punishing yourself for this, Israel." Stede says, and Izzy stills. "It's been long enough, don't you think?"

"So?" He doesn't turn to face Stede. He keeps his gaze planted firmly on the wall, the floor, hoping his dignity will remain intact.

"So," Stede steps closer to him, and he can feel the warmth radiating off his body. It's so comforting, the feeling of him being close. It makes his heart ache, sometimes. "So, you deserve better."

"I don't." Izzy's voice is small, and he hates how weak he sounds. He turns to face Stede, who is wearing the same soft expression as always. His eyes are filled with sadness, his lips slightly parted, and he already wants to lean into the touch that he knows will come.

"You do." Stede reaches out, stroking his cheek with the back of his fingers. Izzy's skin burns from the touch, and his heart aches. He doesn't deserve this. He doesn't. His eyes flutter shut, unable to bear the intensity of Stede's gaze, and his hand moves, wrapping around the back of his neck and pulling him in closer. "You're so much more than what you let yourself believe, Israel." His thumb strokes his jaw, and the tears begin to fall. Stede wipes them away, and pulls him in for a kiss. Izzy melts into it, into the comfort of it, the safety he feels with Stede. After so many years of fear, it's overwhelming, and yet, it's exactly what he needs.

When they pull apart, Stede presses their foreheads together. They breathe each other in for a moment before Stede pulls away.

"Sit on the couch, if you please." Stede says simply. It's not an order. Izzy has gotten used to these half-commands, the ways that Stede gives him space, that he doesn't try to take away his agency, his sense of self. It had been a lot for him, at first. The way that Stede treated him, the way that he wanted to take care of him. It was all too foreign. And yet, Izzy had found himself wanting to be cared for, and he had let Stede. He had let him tend to his wounds, to his stump, his heart, his soul.

"Okay." He whispers, and Stede smiles. He sits, and Stede joins him a few minutes later, carrying a bowl of warm water, a clean cloth, and a new bandage. He sits on the floor in front of him, taking his peg off and setting it aside.

The wound healed a long time ago, but Izzy can't stand the sight of it, can't stand the phantom pain that courses through him, the guilt and self-hatred that floods him. He tries to hide it, but the way that his breath catches in his throat, the way he clenches his jaw, the way his hands ball into fists at his side, the way he stares at the floor, Stede notices. He's noticed all of it, and Izzy hates it, but he loves it, too.

He hates that he's so vulnerable, so weak, but he loves the care, the compassion, the affection, the softness, the kindness. He doesn't know how he's ever lived without it, and the thought of living without it now is enough to drive him mad.

"You don't have to do this." Izzy reminds him as he always does, his voice hoarse. "I can do it myself."

"I want to, though." Stede says, and Izzy doesn't protest further. He watches as Stede begins cleaning the area, his touch feather light, his eyes full of focus and determination. He tries not to cry, tries not to let the tears fall. He's not used to being cared for, and while part of him feels like he doesn't deserve it, another part of him craves it.

Stede is patient, and meticulous. He takes his time, ensuring that every last bit of the stump is cleaned. The water has long gone cold, but neither of them pay it any mind. They are lost in each other, lost in the tenderness, the vulnerability, the love. When Stede finishes, he dries it and wraps it in the clean bandage with gentle hands. Once he finishes, he looks up at Izzy.

"Thank you." Izzy says, his voice thick with emotion. Stede smiles softly and leans in, kissing him. It's a soft kiss, full of love and tenderness, and Izzy melts into it.

"You're welcome." Stede says. He puts Izzy's peg back on, and stands, extending a hand out to him. "Now, how about we go check on the crew? See how the packing is going?"

"Yeah." Izzy nods. "We should."

"Great." Stede smiles, and Izzy takes his hand. He lets Stede pull him up and lead him out of the room. As they make their way across the deck, their hands linked, their shoulders brushing, their hearts full, the crew's eyes on them—working just a little harder now that Izzy is out amongst them, Izzy can't help but smile.

A lifetime ago, he had been seated in a dimly lit tavern in Saint Vincent, drinking with Anne, Mary, Jack, and Sam. They'd been celebrating Sam's thirtieth birthday and Mary and Anne’s retirement all in one.

"D'you think people can change?" Mary had asked, words slurring, eyes heavy with alcohol. She casted her gaze towards Anne who was chasing a glass of whiskey with rum, and her face softened. "D'you think we can change and have the things we like about ourselves stay the same? Like, d'you think a person can have both?"

Izzy hadn't known how to answer then. His tongue had been heavy, his thoughts weighed down by liquor, and he had merely shrugged, his heart sinking.

He knows the answer now. He can feel it in the way that his heart has grown lighter, the way his shoulders no longer carry the burden of his past, the way his skin no longer prickles at the slightest provocation, the way his smile comes easier. He can feel it in the way the sun seems brighter, the way the world seems a little kinder, the way the days go by just a bit easier.

Yes, Izzy thinks, slaying British Navy men while offering encouraging smiles to the crew he is beginning to love.

Yes, he thinks, growling halfhearted complaints as he slides into a seat he is beginning to consider his home, next to Frenchie and Jim.

Yes, he thinks, forgiving Edward for all his wrongdoings while simultaneously refusing to let his captain skip over all his boundaries. He stays ashore when he wants to, comes to visit when he wants to, is slowly but surely teaching Edward that no is a complete sentence.

Yes, he thinks, looking around the deck of the ship he now calls home, the crew he now calls family, the space that had become his refuge, his place of solace, his sanctuary.

Yes, he thinks, he has changed. But underneath, he’s still him. He’s a more loved him, a softer him, a him that’s quicker to smile, but still undeniably, him.

~*~*~*~*~

I don’t even know if people post things that are this long on this app but if you made it this far, I hope you enjoyed !!

#ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #ofmd #our flag means death #writing #izzy hands #stede bonnet #stizzy #ofmd s2 #gentlehands #wip wednesday #current wip

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flanpucci · 2 months

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I want to dedicate a love post to Enrico Pucci because I just love him so much and my brain will never be the same again

I love that he's complex and flawed and driven by his grief and the depth of his love. I love how unacceptable his destiny is and he will do anything to open everyone's eyes to the absence of power they have in the story's world. It is impossible for him to exist in his world where he was created only to serve the purpose of giving the Joestars something to oppose and grow from, and the remedy he has found to this is to simply take control of the story, end everything and start again with the knowledge he has acquired, and maybe, the hope to free himself from his sins and bring back his loved ones.

I admire his will and determination to strive for greatness, self-growth and to see things to their end more than anything, staying calm and not backing away, seizing every opportunity. He also learns from everyone around him, from their battle tactics, from their relationships. He's a very smart and analytical character even though he's also stubborn and throws fits from time to time, which show his humanity, which is necessary since he's so superior without those flawed moments. I like his loneliness, the way he has a way to talk to and taunt people that's very unique to him, and directed at himself, he doesn't care if you don't understand, he doesn't care if he's celebrating his victories alone, he'll do it anyway. He's fun and quirky to look at, when he interacts with people, he's fun to anger, and it's satisfying to see him getting in dire situations (especially if he gets up from them)

He's evil and flawed and is a ruthless, one-track minded man, he's self-centered and can't accept (understand?) that people have different mindsets than himself. He knows he's right from start to finish, and that makes him such a great character with incredible confidence and charisma. He's the most terrifying character in all of JJBA, arguably the most powerful, his ability is just pure chaos and his eyes are cold as hell. He's got a strong inclination for revenge and likes to carry it in style, even if it means taking some damage in the process. I also like how ambiguous he is with some other characters, taking advantage of the fact they are drawn to him, using his appeal as a means to obtain what he wants. His dynamic with Dio brings a lot of depth to Dio's character, giving him the almost 'humanity' he severely lacks in other parts (especially SDC), it's very enjoyable to watch the way they interact together, which is so different from how we see them act with other people. The whole idea of the bone, fusing, and MIH is aesthetically really interesting and I liked trying to notice moments where the Dio influence might have taken over Pucci's decisions.

The themes surrounding him are very referenced and fascinating, religion, art, biology, physics and space, technology, philosophy, the stand lore... The details and references that come give depth to his character are limitless, did you know there's an actual italian scientist on gravity whose name was Enrico Pucci? That the adulterous priest he reads about in church is a famous painter who regretted taking his oath at 15 and had ties to the real Pucci family in Italy? He's also a very well constructed character in terms of psychology, he's never OOC, he feels very 3D in a 2D world.

Also he's awesome black representation in terms of character design with references to fashion (Versace '97), probably Michael Jackson too, the flag of the city of Florence, the emblem of the Pucci family... His character design is holy with just a touch of sinful, and I'm not even talking about how cool Whitesnake is in general. I really like how Pucci/Whitesnake oppose both Weather/Weather Report but also Jonathan in terms of design. He's the most beautiful character I've ever seen overall, wears a beautiful tight and shiny gown, beautiful both in color and in black and white, first has a fun, pretty but manly design, which turns into a cute star-shaped motif shamelessly stolen from the Joestars, he has tired downturned eyes filled with depression, and the cutest nose in all of JJBA, he's tall and handsome with the big chest and shoulders especially in anime but also cute and feminine and has thin wrists and those cute sleeves... He's giving mom and dad at the same time and I love how curious he is with the green baby and how proud and happy he is with C-Moon and MIH and YES HES MY FAVE ANYWAYS

I didn't even get into how interesting he represents the relationship between faith, philosophy and science, or his relationship to the concept of blood ties, I could go on for hours but I'm late for class

#enrico pucci #pucci #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #stone ocean #analysis

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tonyfavgirl · 3 months

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Didyme's fingerprints can still be seen in Aro's actions, even after her death

There are some videos on TikTok featuring Chinese people recreating ancient paper, ancient blush, ancient lipstick, and various other artifacts, using traditional methods passed down from their ancestors.

I strongly believe that Aro possesses such items.

Both Didyme and he were deeply enamored with humanity's ceaseless creativity, marveling at its ability to continuously invent and innovate in the most intricate and well-thought-out ways despite everything. They made it a point to purchase anything that remotely piqued their interest.

It didn't matter that all of those items were extremely expensive, especially considering the challenges of transportation, given that the Volturi resided in Volterra, and there is a considerable distance between Italy and China. The Volturi, having existed for centuries, had amassed significant wealth. Amidst the books, art pieces, and various objects accumulated over the years, Aro and Didyme actively worked to acquire these items from different continents, even though they knew they would never use them due to the meticulous care they took in maintaining their possessions.

As time passed, Didyme developed a deep fascination with jewelry, while Aro pursued a more mechanical path. While his sister sought out necklaces and bracelets, always sharing her finds with Athenodora and Sulpicia, Aro immersed himself in learning a wide array of skills. His fascination even led him to master the art of Chinese ancient printing.

Aro made it a priority to learn Chinese and traveled to China solely to acquire knowledge. He dedicated himself to mastering the intricacies of their ancient printing machine. Despite the rarity of his leisure moments, given his position as one of the rulers of an entire bloodthirsty race, he relentlessly attempted to recreate the print exactly as he had learned from the mind of the person he had read. His pursuit never wavered until he got it right.

When he did achieve perfection, it, of course, only signaled the beginning of a new learning journey. Aro, always seeking new knowledge, explored different realms of expertise. Didyme introduced him to the beauty of jewelry, initially something he hadn't paid much attention to, as he gravitated towards more obvious arts, such as sculpture and music.

However, like every truly good person in tragic tales, Didyme's life was cut short, and Aro found himself to blame. As the weight of his actions sank in — realizing he had taken the life of his sister, whom he had witnessed being born, whom he had taught how to write, whom he had seen learn to walk, whom he had waited to be older to be transformed and be by his side — Aro came to terms with the harsh reality that, for him, family, despite its significance, was not as powerful as the pursuit of power itself. In the aftermath, he needed solace and something to cling to.

For Aro, that anchor became Didyme herself and the love she had for jewelry.

In perhaps a desperate attempt to keep even a hint of his sister's memory alive or in a cunning effort to convey to Marcus the depth of his suffering (to this day, he remains unsure of the true reason), Aro learned the art of creating jewelry.

In the beginning, he simply observed others engaging in the craft, recalling the wonder with which his sister always regarded them. Nevertheless, one thing led to another, and now, much like Caius with his art room and Marcus with his personal library, Aro has his own workshop dedicated to creating all types of jewelry, from necklaces to rings, bracelets, and more.

Without skipping a single piece, he always creates two: one for himself and one to place in Didyme's room, among the countless other items he has never managed to discard, even thousands of years after her demise.

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How do u feel about the new kiddies 4piece and mr nice …. Do you want them to interact with the bees….

yes i DO!!!!!!!!!! when we saw the silhouettes i was rly hoping theyd be around kohakus age because kohaku deserves many friends... so i was very happy with the reveal!

i think my favorite from what weve seen thus far and the idol stories has got to be esu, hes so cute, i think seeing him initially i thought he was really pretty so i expected him to be kind of formal? but i was so taken aback like immediately bc hes so rowdy, so energetic SO CUTIEFUL.... new son acquired

also reading (reading is a very loose term my jp isnt very good) his idol story i was completely charmed by him having such a hard time keeping it down, HES SO ENTHUSIASTIC!! like his default is just >:D all the time. i love genki characters so much!!!

later on anzus like can you be a little quieter please... and hes like yup! i can be the quietest guy around! (proceeds to continue being loud af) and anzus like.. urusai... and hes like WHAT!!!!!!!!! I WAS TRYING TO BE QUIET!!!!!

and im just. omfg hes so silly. pls join me in loving n appreciating esu sagiri!!

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elevenelvenswords · 3 months

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The soft glow of Laurelin's fading light poured through the stained glass window. It broke and bled into sylphlike rays, bathing the chamber in bashful gold and crimson. Upon the single bed placed close to the windowsill, Curufin shifted, angling his book towards the light. The elegant Tengwar scribbled across the pages danced giddily beneath the newly acquired gleam, and more steadily he managed to follow the text then.

Like the precious, conscientious son he was, he did his father’s bidding- extensive studies of metallurgical work were required to find a solution to the most recent impediment in the alchemical works in their forge. One of the newly discovered gems, brought forth by Aulë himself, proved too great a challenge in terms of fine sculpting, and even Fëanor seemed at a loss when they discussed alternative techniques. Thus, it fell on him to revise old writings and annotations. It hadn’t been necessary for his father to actively ask it of him- chief heir to Fëanor’s renowned skills, crowned in unyielding determination, Curufin concluded in no time that it was expected of him. He took it upon himself ungrudgingly, prioritizing this one task above all else.

A neatly arranged pile of books and leathered notebooks lay now on his nightstand. He briefly glanced at them before wetting his thumb with the tip of his tongue and turning the page. What scarce information he managed to find among the writings he borrowed from the library proved of little relevance to his research, and despite the mounting frustration he found himself stifling a yawn.

Too many hours into the night spent reading, and sketching, and reading again had taken their toll on him. Blinking repeatedly against the sleepiness that tugged at his eyelids, he resolved to make himself more comfortable.

Barely had he turned, allowing his weight to sink comfortably into the mattress, eyes fluttering shut beneath the beckoning weariness, when a shrill shriek pierced through the air. Curufin lifted his eyes from the book at such an ear-piercing sound, yet remained motionless. The sound seemed oddly familiar, youthful and tremendously distressed. It most certainly did not belong to any of his brothers.

Huh.

Another scream tore through the walls, and for one gut-wrenching moment Curufin pieced it together.

It sounded dangerously close to Celebrimbor's room.

Some savage instinct screamed at him to move, and before he knew it, Curufin was up on his feet. Almost violently he wrenched the door open, bolting through the corridor. With an urgency that surprised him, he crossed the long hall with panicked steps, mind racing and heart plummeting in his chest.

What could possibly cause his son to scream like that? Were the servants not around his quarters like he had ordered them? Did he forget to properly close the windows before departing to the library? Could it be that Celebrimbor found something sharp to toy with?

What if he was hurt?

He had left Celebrimbor unsupervised but for one evening. His wife had told him she would be visiting the downtown market with the lady Indis, insisting she should take Celebrimbor alongside her, until Curufin suggested otherwise.

Fear not, I will keep an eye on him, he had assured her, proud conviction that he was an apt and responsible sire urging him on. His father had managed seven of them with exceptional ease, surely he could do just as well with one young elfling.

As the screaming continued with increasing intensity, he finally spotted the door to his son’s room. Worry gnawed at him as each second seemed infinite and deadly in its delay. One lonely servant was just rounding the corner marking the midway of the hallway, several plates, bowls and porcelain mugs carefully balanced in her hands. Curufin knocked over them with his elbow in his hurry, sending them clattering to the floor. The servant yelped in surprise as the royal dinnerware broke into myriads of sharp shards, but Curufin barely acknowledged it. He made his way past it all, grabbing onto the doorknob, swinging the door open.

Panting with effort and panic, Curufin took in the surroundings. The room was as tidy as he had left it, nothing misplaced or otherwise unnatural. The windows were, thankfully, shut. A half-eaten bowl of fruits sat harmlessly upon the tiny desk set in the far corner of the room. His eyes swiftly flicked to the bed.

Celebrimbor made an effort to look up, his head hanging over the edge of the bed, upside down. Above him Celegorm hovered, his hands still clutching at the young elf’s belly and underarm. Curufin watched them in mild confusion.

“Atya, help!” Celebrimbor laughed, choking on his own saliva as he did so. Curufin stared as his son struggled beneath Celegorm’s bulk, trying to pry his hands off. Even so, Curufin could see it was half-hearted.

“What exactly is going on here?” Curufin inquired, his breath a little more steady.

“Ah,” Celegorm said, pulling and twisting his nephew in his arms until he was cradling him. Celebrimbor pushed against his chest, beaming with laughter. “I was teaching my favourite nephew the basics of self-defense-“

“I am your only nephew!” Celebrimbor interjected.

“Aye, smart boy.”

Curufin squinted.

“And what does this… lesson entail?” he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Tickling,” Celegorm grinned, and when his fingers worked playfully over Celebrimbor’s skin, the young elf gave another glass-shattering squeal.

“Tickling,” Curufin echoed, a pounding flash of frustration and disbelief scoring through him. Celegorm did not stop his ministrations, pinning Celebrimbor down onto the mattress, hands above his head. The elfling laughed, and screamed, kicking his short legs viciously into the air. “Tickling?”

Celegorm grinned up at him.

“Yes, hard as it might be for you to believe, children do enjoy other pastimes besides studying and reading and accompanying their pompous fathers down in the forge.”

“Hilarious fellow, aren’t you?” Curufin frowned, voice humourless.

“Stop, stop, stop,” Celebrimbor wheezed, tugging at the bed sheets in an attempt to break free. Sighing, Curufin stooped to retrieve him, plucking him from Celegorm’s arms. Celebrimbor clung to his neck as Curufin swiped the stray, sweaty strands of hair from his face. Then, he took one step forward and struck the back of Celegorm’s head. Hard.

Celebrimbor burst out laughing again, and the look on Celegorm’s face was nothing short of satisfying.

“Ow! What was that for?”

“You interrupt my studies, making me run like some lunatic through the halls, making me think something bad might have happened, because you were tickling him? Eru, he was yelling as though you were flaying him alive.”

“I don’t see the problem,” Celegorm shrugged. Rubbing at the spot where he’d been hit, he rose up to his knees. “You are in dire need for a distraction, Curvo. You’ve been smothering yourself in those books for the past week, it is becoming deeply unsettling, truly.”

“I am working,” Curufin rolled his eyes, gently rocking Celebrimbor in his arms. “Do not blame others for your own indolence.”

“My apologies for not wishing to stay shackled to unnecessary duties. I wish for my spirit to remain free while it can.” Celegorm clasped his fist to his chest in military fashion, drawing a chuckle from his nephew.

“Your ‘free spirit’ is not contributing with anything to this household. Besides pestering the hard-working souls, anyway.”

A derisive snort.

“Well then,” Celegorm began, shuffling closer to the edge of the bed, “I shall concede to playing the royal buffoon. Your little one here gives me renewed purpose.” He winked at Celebrimbor. “Speaking of, our lessons aren’t quite done for today,” he added, outstretching his arms towards his nephew. Curufin whirled, shielding Celebrimbor from Celegorm’s searching limbs. A subtle squirm betrayed Celebrimbor.

“Do you want to go back to him?” he gently asked his son.

“Of course he does,” Celegorm made answer in his nephew’s stead. “Hand him over.”

Without waiting for his brother’s reply, Celegorm extricated the elfling from Curufin’s hands. With a maneuver well-suited for the sparring rings, he wrestled Celebrimbor back down on the bed and resumed his merciless attacks. Celebrimbor screeched, face flushed and brow sweaty, slapping his chubby hands this way and that, and Curufin couldn’t suppress an affectionate smile. In serene amusement he watched the pair laugh and grapple around. He snickered at Celegorm’s remarks – ‘not fair, that move is strictly prohibited!’ – when Celebrimbor fisted a hand through his uncle’s hair in an attempt to escape his hold.

“Oh hey,” Celegorm said suddenly, his hands still. “Do you know who else happens to be sensitive to tickling?” His attention was suddenly turned to Curufin. Celebrimbor gasped for air, following his uncle’s line of sight.

Curufin stiffened.

“No,” he grumbled.

“Yes,” Celegorm grinned. Celebrimbor seemed delighted.

He tried to reach for the door; hastily he scrambled backwards, stumbling over a short stool, his hands blindly searching for the doorknob behind. His brother’s reflexes proved sharper as he effortlessly jumped out of the bed, closing the distance between them, his hands closing around Curufin’s wrists.

Resistance was futile, in the end. Hard he pulled against the restraint, trying to wriggle his way out of the predicament. With stupefying ease Celegorm managed to drag him on the bed, forcing him down atop the bedcovers. To his left, Celebrimbor cheered his uncle on.

“Take your sleazy hands off me!” Curufin snarled up at his brother. “I will make you pay for it!”

Celegorm straddled his waist, his fingers biting as unbudgeable iron manacles into his skin. His muscles trembled with effort as he put all of his physical strength into attempting to break free of the hold, yet he quickly found himself utterly immobilized, hands flexing uselessly in Celegorm’s grip.

“Oh, I’m sure you will. Since I’m well acquainted with your ruthlessness when it comes to punishments, I might just as well make sure my reprimand is well-earned,” Celegorm smirked. Clasping both of Curufin’s wrists in one hand, he pronounced his brother’s sentence: “Tyelpë, pounce on him.”

Whatever protest welled up in Curufin’s throat died out, swallowed by the unstoppable burst of laughter bubbling up in his chest when the pair laid their hands on him as one.

“Stop!” he gasped, he laughed, cringing in on himself. His brother and son aimed for the most ticklish areas, and despite his initial reticence, genuine amusement and contentment rang in his voice.

Something about the proximity, the closeness, made his chest hum with fondness. Despite the physical struggle, the way his body sought to withdraw, the way he begged for them to stop- warmth spilled like hot magma inside his ribcage. Thus, even as Celegorm gave him a brief moment of respite, relinquishing his wrists, Curufin made no attempt to rise. He simply gazed at them, a tender smile on his face.

Perhaps a distraction was needed indeed. He would have very gladly traded precious hours spent in the forge with his father for merely a few moments of such sweetened, blissful silliness.

Though he did not say it out loud during that evening, nor did he depart.

#this is a very self-indulgent drabble #not my usual style but some of you fluff lovers might enjoy it #curufin #celegorm #celebrimbor #silmarillion #my writing

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