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misseviehyde · 21 days

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HELL HEELS

Olivia Pryce sighed as she tiredly rubbed her eyes and checked her schedule. She was as busy and as overworked as always - and yet despite her many opportunites and efforts, her success rate was far below what it should be.

Despite years of experience, she felt old, tired and defeated by the challenges of life. She ached and hungered for more. There was a dark, jealous, wicked part of her that burned with envy for what other people had. She tried to keep her dark side (which she thought of as Livia) under control, but sometimes it would sneak out.

Olivia was a realtor, selling expensive houses to exclusive clients. She'd been doing it for years and she could claim a commission for every house she flipped, yet she was beginning to lose ground to her competitors. Her boss had told her that if she didn't make some big sales this month, she was going to be fired.

Olivia needed this job. She needed to be successful. These thoughts were foremost in her mind as she walked past a shoe shop and saw a pair of sexy Louboutins in the window. They called out to her at once. A pair of sexy heels, the kind of heels a powerful, dominant woman would wear. She imagined herself in shoes like that and her heart throbbed with a dark thrill.

Olivia stared and lusted at the heels. She needed them. She needed them NOW! There was something strange about the shoes, other shoppers walking by were barely glancing at them. It was like the heels were calling out to HER. Demanding she buy them.

Olivia glanced at the price tag. They were nearly a whole months pay and she was already behind on the rent... but... she HAD to have those shoes.

Walking into the shop she quickly made her purchase and excitedly emerged holding her prize. Hailing a cab, she demanded it take her to her next property. She would be there early... perfect.

Once at the apartment, Olivia let herself in and ran upstairs to the bedroom. Sitting on the bed, she tore off her boring flat shoes and opened the shoe box containing her new heels.

She lovingly stroked them. They felt amazing, so expensive and luxurious. The stiletto heels were long and wicked, the soles a delicious bright red. They were black and shiny, yet there was something about them that almost suggested they could be whatever their wearer needed them to be.

Shivering with delight, Olivia slid her foot into a heel. It was almost sexual. As her sole made contact she actually groaned and she wiggled her toes in delight. Picking up the other heel, she effortlessly slid that on as well. Her feet felt so good. SHE felt so good.

The heels on her feet hungered to taste their wearers soul and Olivia's eyes widened as she felt a delicious connection with the heels being created. She and the heels were one now - her soul was being bonded to them. These were no ordinary heels, she was no longer an ordinary woman.

"Ohhhh fuckkkk what's happening?" she moaned as her body burned with dark desire. Her soul was flowing into the heels, they were becoming as much a part of her as her flesh was. But the heels were also changing her.

Olivia felt the weakness that had plagued her all her life burning away and she laughed in delight. "Fuck yes, transform me... make me worthy to wear you," she hissed. She threw back her head and moaned in pleasure as her sagging tits pushed up and out. Her modest business suit melded and tightened into a tight black leather pencil skirt and a jet black halter top. Her hair whipped up into a bitchy pony tail and cruel lips curved into a dominant smile as sharp nails shot out from every finger.

Olivia's soul was being corrupted. Her goodness and kindness burned away. The dark part of her that had always watched from the shadows was taking control. She was becoming Livia the evil bitch.

Livia moaned as her tight pussy throbbed and her nipples ached with desire. She screamed and gasped in pleasure, loving the feeling of her new improved body and squeezing her breasts as she orgasmed.

"I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch, I'M A BITCHHHHHH!" she screamed as she creamed her panties and her corruption and transformation into something better than human was completed.

"Mmmmmh, ohhh yes, that's soooo much better," purred Livia as she let go of the old her and laughed as she became the evil bitch she had always been destined to be. The heels on her feet now contained her soul, this body was now just a shell. She and the shoes were intimately bonded as one. She hungered and ached to corrupt and destroy more souls now.

Clopping over to the mirror, Livia smiled at how perfect she now was. Freed of the petty concerns of morality, she could do whatever she wanted. Becoming the greatest realtor this city had ever seen would now be easy to her.

"Time to sell some houses," she purred.

***

SIX MONTHS LATER

Kate slid her hand into her husband Colin's and felt him give her a reassuring squeeze. The two of them had been married for nearly 20 years, although Kate had been young when they'd met (high school sweet hearts) so she was only just coming up to forty now.

The two of them knew each others moods well. Kate had been wanting her rich and successful husband to buy a bigger place for years now, but he had resisted. She had used gentle persuasion to at last convince him to at least take a look.

Their realtor Livia was said to be the best in the business. Kate wasn't so sure. She felt intimidated by the confident and beautiful Livia and there was something hungry and predatory about the other woman.

And this house! It was nearly twice what she had asked for. Sure, they could probably JUST afford it, but only by asking Colin to sacrifice nearly everything he wanted to put her up in this kind of luxury. She couldn't ask her kind-hearted husband to do that. He'd have to cancel his membership of the golf-club, sell his expensive cars - just so she could have a dream house.

She didn't understand why Livia would start by trying to sell them this place.

"Colin - why don't you go check out the garden," smiled Livia. "I just want to show your wife one of the features upstairs quickly. Come on Kate, this is kind of one just for the girls. Trust me."

Colin wandered out into the garden and Livia led Kate to the top of the house into one of the bedrooms. "Listen hunny, I'm sorry to trick you - but I wanted to get you away from him. I can see you really want this house, but he doesn't want you to get it right? I hate a controlling husband, I feel women should always be in control right?"

"Wh...what?" muttered Kate. She hadn't expected this at all, yet as Livia took her hand a strange numbness and desire to please the other woman took hold.

"I... I guess he has talked about wanting to be modest, but it's not like I love this house that much."

"Sure you do, you want this house. You want it more than you've ever wanted anything, and you'll do anything to get it."

Kate found herself nodding and suddenly... suddenly she realised she DID want this house. A hunger rose in her, she needed this place and she had to find a way to make Colin agree.

"Y...yes. You're right Livia. I do WANT it. I NEED it," she panted breathing heavily.

"Don't worry hunny, I'll help you. You know your problem Kate is that he doesn't take you seriously as you're so short and unassuming. Now if you had a pair of heels like mine on - then Colin would do whatever you wanted. Trust me. Wanna try mine on?"

Kate hesitated. This felt weird. She watched hypnotically as Livia slid off her expensive Louboutin's. They looked nice... they looked really hot. She imagined herself wearing them. She WANTED the shoes.

"Yessssss," she hissed, nearly drooling as she kicked off her own shoes and slid her feet into the heels. It was almost orgasmic to wear them.

They fit perfectly, they fit so nicely. They felt goooooood. Kate could feel her willpower being drained. The heels were taking control.

Meanwhile with a groan Livia began to transform into red smoke. Her body simply evaporated into mist. Kate convulsed and moaned as Livia flowed around her body and sank into her mouth. taking control, possessing her.

Livia smiled and moaned. "Yessss, doesn't it feel so good to wear my shoes, to be like me? Soon you will be. Don't fight it. Don't fight ME."

Kate shook and her mouth dropped open as she moaned in pleasure.

"N...noooo," she moaned trying to fight, but it was no use. She gulped and gasped greedily sucking Livia's soul inside as the heels tightened possessively on her feet.

"Yesssss, your body is mine now bitch," purred a voice in her head. "You are becoming me. Don't try to fight it."

Kate felt pleasure and lust rise within her. Her white dress turned red and grew shorter as her blonde hair grew thicker and more wanton. Wicked red lips curved into a smile as her breasts grew two cup-sizes and white nails shot from her fingers.

Livia's soul corrupted and merged with Kate's, the other woman was just a passenger in her own mind now. The stronger more powerful bitch was in control.

It felt good to be Livia - to have the evil soul of the realtor inside her. It promised her so many things and she was too weak to fight it. Kate let go and felt Livia settle into her body.

"Mmmmh as me you will have EVERYTHING you wanted. Your body is mine to use, I'm going to fuck your husband and enslave him."

Kate was an evil bitch now and it felt good. She was Livia.

"Mmmmh, this body feels nice," grinned the new Kate as she stood up and admired herself in her new body. "Mmmmmh your memories and knowledge are delicious too. So much wasted potential. Your husband has far too much control, but we'll deal with that. You ARE buying this house."

Clopping over to the stairs with a dominant strut, Livia made her way down and grinned as she met Colin on the stair-well.

"Babe, where have you been? Where's that realtor... w..wow, you look amazing. Were you wearing that earlier?" he gasped in shock.

"Of course I was sweetie, you're SO unobservent," pouted Livia using Kate's mouth. "I've been talking to the realtor and I think I've bargained her down a little. I really want this house. I need it. You're going to buy it for me."

Colin gulped.

"I... you know we can't afford it, you said we were just looking,"

"Shhhhh," purred Livia as she pushed her husband up against a wall and slid her leg next to him. "Having money and nice things makes me HORNY. You haven't spoiled me for so long and I want this house so much. If you give me what I want, I'll be such a fucking slut for you... Daddy."

Colin groaned as his wife's hand went to his crotch and she began to unzip his fly.

"Wh...what are you doing?" he groaned as she slid his cock out and began to pump it.

"Showing you what a horny bitch your wife will be if you give her what she wants, what she needs. I want to hear you tell me you're going to buy this house as you cum inside me."

"But what about the realtor?" he groaned as his cock got harder and harder in his sexy wife's hand.

"What about her? She's doing something upstairs and who cares if she sees. Your cock is mine and I want it... NOW."

Sliding to her knees, Livia hungrily slid her wet pink lips around Colin's dick and began to suck. She moaned and slurped, taking him deeper than she ever had before... using skills and techniques he didn't know she had.

"Ohhhh fuck, Kate... you're, ahhhh it's too good."

Livia sucked and slurped, her pretty blonde head moving forward. She loved the power and control she already had over this weakling. The heels on her feet shone red with dark light as they tasted Colin's soul.

This body was a definite improvement to her old one. Why be a realtor when she could instead be Kate, busty and blonde and rich. She could live in this house and have everything she wanted. This was her body now she WAS Kate. At least... for now.

Removing her mouth with a wet pop, Livia stood up and hiked up her dress. Sliding her g-string to one side she rubbed her shaven pussy and grabbing his cock to guide it in, she slid the length of Colin's dick slowly into her tight wet, airtight cunt.

"Ohhh fuckkkkk," he groaned, "Since when did you shave your pussy?"

"Shhhhh, shut up and fuck me," she growled, then giggled as she began to throw her ass back so his cock slid in and out of her with hot wet slaps.

"Yesss, fuck me baby... fuck me and tell me you love me."

"I... I love you," he groaned. "Oh shit, this is amazing. How did you learn to fuck like this? You're a Goddess."

"I AM a Goddess, now tell me you will give me whatever I want."

"I... ugghhh, I will give you whatever you want."

"You will buy me this house!"

"I will buy you this house."

Livia moaned and felt Colin grab her hair. He began to fuck her harder and harder, unable to control his lust.

"Yesss you slut, I'll give you everything you want - I'll treat you like a fucking Queen and spoil you rotten. Ohhh fuck, I'm gonna... ughhh, I'm gonna cum."

"YESSSS, yesss, do it you bad boy. Fill me up and give me your fucking soul," laughed Livia.

Colin shivered and groaned. He began to cum, the most powerful orgasm of his life. His new evil wife satisfied him in ways he couldn't explain. He needed to satisfy her and as part of his soul was consumed by the heels, his ability to resist his wife was removed permanently. He was now her simp and slave.

Livia moaned and laughed, loving the feeling of Colin's cum filling her up. Loving the feeling of power and control it gave her. She'd just made another successful sale, but she was going to keep this body for now. Being Kate felt good.

"Ohhh fuck babe, I'll give you everything you want. But what are we gonna tell our daughter Abbie? She's back from University this month and this is gonna hit her University trust fund hard."

Livia's lips twisted into an evil smile. "Of course, our beautiful eighteen year old daughter Abbie. How could I forget? Let's wait on buying the house until I can talk to her..."

"Whatever you want darling," smiled Colin. "You're in charge..."

***

Livia gazed lustfully through the open door of the bedroom at the sleeping figure of Abbie. The girl was beautiful, young and had so much potential.

Abbie's bare feet stuck out of the bed, her tiny dainty feet just aching to be improved with a pair of heels.

Livia's evil soul yearned for a new host. Inside Abbie she'd be a spoiled young brat with a tight pussy and the ability to bend her weak parents to her will.

Sliding the heels off her feet, Livia walked into the bedroom quietly and shut the door behind her. Colin was busy unloading the car, by the time he was done it would be too late.

"Your slutty little body is going to feel so good," laughed Livia as she gently slid a heel onto Abbie's foot. The girl moaned in her sleep, already aroused by the evil power starting to course through her body.

"That's it bitch, suck me inside you... become a fucking evil whore," laughed Livia as she slid the other heel onto Abbie's other foot.

Kate's body went rigid and Abbie's eyes shot open.

"Wh... Mom?" she gasped then she screamed in pleasure, her mouth dropping open in a groan of ecstasy.

Kate shook, red smoke billowing out of her mouth and forcing it's way into Abbie's body. The girl convulsed, moaning and gasping - sucking Livia's soul in like it was delicious.

"Mmmmmh, ohhhh fuckkkk yessss," she hissed as Livia's evil soul entwined with her body and their souls began to merge.

Kate's breasts deflated and her body returned to normal as she fell to the floor hacking and coughing. Her daughter meanwhile was stretching and moaning in glee as the power of Livia's soul supercharged her body and made her a Goddess.

Evil red nails sprang from her fingers and her tight frame cracked as she became even more feminine and slutty. Mean pink lips curved into a cruel smirk as Abbie shook back her silky soft hair and giggled like a naughty little brat.

"Nnnnooo I have to resist," gasped Abbie trying to fight.

"Your tight little body is mine now," gloated Livia in her mind. "I'm filling you up, making you a fucking bitch. You love how it feels to be bad!"

"Unnnnffff yessssss, take meeeee!' screamed Abbie as she lost control and allowed Livia to absorb her and become the new owner of her body. She felt Livia's knowledge and experience flow into her and she willingly submitted to the dominant older woman as she allowed her body to become a vessel for the more powerful bitches soul.

Livia purred as she reached down to touch Abbie's super tight pussy. This was all hers now. "Fuck yes... I'm a tight little bitch now 'Mommy.' Im going to be so evil, break so many hearts and ruin so many men. I love it."

Kate was groggily sitting up from the floor. She remembered nothing, but her corruption from Livia had left her permanently tainted. Her once kind soul was now more like Livia's - evil and twisted. She was also now totally subservient to her bratty daughter.

"Go get Daddy. Tell him you're going to buy that house you saw today for ME. You both live to serve me don't you?"

"Of course dear," smiled Kate. "And your pathetic Father will do whatever we tell him."

The new Abbie walked over to the mirror and blew herself a kiss. This body felt good and looked amazing in her heels. Giggling naughtily Livia felt her eighteen year old pussy get wet at the thought of all the frat boy cock she was gonna take.

"Being a spoiled little bitch is going to feel so good. I am Abbie now and until I find a better body to possess I'll have fun in this one."

Abbie was going to get everything she wanted and eventually she might give her shoes to another slut to wear. The heels needed to keep feeding on souls. Livia and the heels were one being now. One delicious being of pure evil.

She was the Hell Heels and the Heels were her...

THE END

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moongreenlight · 3 months

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Nanny!Reader x John Price hnnnnngh

Tw/Cw: Cheating, mentions of drug use and abuse.

@ceilidho put the words ‘marriage kink’ and ‘ambiguous gray blob wife’ into my head and it has been eating away at my psyche for DAYS.

The Maddie from Euphoria of it all, honestly.

Getting the job through a Craigslist ad because it pays better than some of the office jobs you’d been perusing and it comes with free housing and a car to use? It’s a no brainer.

The kids are alright. Spoiled, but not entirely obnoxious. They’re school-age, so you really only deal with them for breakfast and a few hours after school. Their mother is absent. Some sort of philanthropist who travels for work and prefers to jet-set instead of sitting home. Their father is lovely. Truly picture perfect.

He only brought you on because he couldn’t step away from work, and he wouldn’t hear of sending his children to some daycare. Too impersonal. He prefers to get to know the person raising his cubs. He’s sweet like that.

John doesn’t expect much of you. Decently tidy house. Well-tended kin. A pot of coffee in the morning before he’s off to work, and a hot supper if he’s home late.

Leaves you to your own devices while the kids are at school. What’s his is yours. At first, you mainly stuck to your quarters and the living room, but after so long, you got a little lax.

Started wandering the house. Awfully fucking big for a philanthropist and a military man with three kids, but you’re not one to speculate. You try out the hot tub. The jacuzzi bath in the primary en-suite bathroom. The home gym in the basement.

Even that gets boring after some time. Too routine. So you get adventurous. Get your paws on the mother's medicine cabinet. Take a cocktail of her nearly expired prescriptions and take a few hours to yourself in the bath.

You must have fallen asleep, because the snap of a door closing makes you jerk your head up off the cold rim of the tub.

"Hello?" You're trying to figure out who exactly would be home. Scrambling to yank the plug out of the drain with one hand and track down your phone with the other. Suddenly very worried you slept through school pickup.

But when your pruny fingers finally swatted at the screen hard enough, you were grateful to see you'd only really dozed off for twenty minutes or so. Still no response even though you were fairly certain you heard the door come from somewhere upstairs with you.

"Someone home?"

The drain was loud. A dead giveaway of your neglecting your job. Gargling as it sucked away the evidence of your lavender-scented bath. What's worse? You'd forgotten a towel. Mind fogged by some desperate housewives-adjacent combination of stimulants and muscle relaxers.

You nudged the bathroom door open with a dripping wet toe, poked your head out to see what was going on. Seeing nobody, you decided that maybe you were just hearing things. Just the house settling.

So you inched forward, cringing at the trail of wet footprints you were leaving on the carpet of John's bedroom floor. You made a mental note to tidy those somehow before you went to get the kids. It wasn't until you were out on the walk over the living room that you heard someone clearing their throat in the kitchen.

It made you whirl your head around, scrambling to cover your modesty as best you could. Maybe it was a contractor? John had a bad habit of not reminding you that his buddies were coming over to do some project or another.

"That how you dress when you've got the place to yourself?"

You wouldn't be so lucky.

"J-John?"

A chuff from just beyond the wall downstairs. Strategically positioning himself where he could see, but wouldn't be seen.

"I-I didn't know you'd be home. God- I'm so sorry."

You weren't sure if it was better to run to your room or stay where you were. This was uncharted waters, after all.

A tsk, like he was sucking his teeth to keep the smile from creeping into his voice.

"In my room?"

Your mouth is painfully dry. You can't even manage to swallow.

"I'm so sorry, John. So sorry."

"Why don't you dry off and then we'll chat?"

#and then they FUCK. okay are you guys happy? jesus christ #sephspeaks #moongreenlight #moongreenlightwrites #cod mw2 #call of duty #cod x reader #141 headcanons #drabble #john price #captain john price #captain price #john price x reader #captain john price x reader #price x reader

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darkdemeter · 3 months

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OLD DRAFT CONCEPT : " GUARD DOG "

—- not my gif, credit to original poster! -—

Wanda Maximoff x Werewolf! GN/Female/Male Reader (x slight Natasha Romanoff)

A/N — Here's a little bedtime story for ya'll. Old draft concept for an upcoming and looong oneshot for Wanda in a mafia au setting. Bits and pieces may be recognised in the published column plot wise but overall, we're taking an alternate route, my babbies.

WORD COUNT — 2.2k

READER DISCRETION — Alcohol consumption — mafia business and semi dark themes — profanity — mention of death and murder — mention of black market and auction — reader and Nat have some history — player reader Tony is so proud — Alexander Pierce is of course an arsehole, what else is new? — Rumlow is a bad guy (duh) — I think that's it?

An expensive investment. A broad term to use for a werewolf broken in by the system at a young age. But it’s true.

Alexander Pierce, the finance manager and ringleader as a whole, did all he could to break you in, and to say he did is an understatement. He exceeded the limits you once believed you had and once you were ready, he put you out in the field to garner your reputation.

You had no limits. Ruthless in your endeavour to complete whatever task was required of you, prepared to do whatever it took, your peers could only look at you with both fear and admiration.

When all was said and done, you were given your collar, then sold through the underground hub for criminals: the black market.

That’s when you learnt in the span of the few minutes that the auction lasted for, that you were either a trophy to those of the higher class of crime, or a very wanted source of security and war. From black funding operators that had their hand in the military’s pit on the hunt for a war hound, to the gangster overlords who controlled territories in the differing states and countries, requiring some form of high end security, there was a very rapid increase in the price they were each willing to pay.

At a total of twenty-five million, your collar and services were sold to Mr. Tony Stark. From the sleek fit of a light grey, three piece suit and bright pink tie, Stark had a brighter outlook on the window of his underhand activities. He was the type that lounged back in the severity of his criminal dealings.

Unlike his fellow company who each wore darker palette suits of either navy blue or jet black. He stood out for sure as his auburn tinted glasses did little to hide the one question on his mind: Was his money well spent?

Well, to say at the very least, you wouldn’t be here tonight if you weren’t every single cent he spent on you three years ago.

Thinking about the memory now, this is a different tone entirely. Dark and neon is how you remember the black market scene, stalls and cube stores with an assortment of supplies anyone in the business would need, whether that be for the amateurs - which were the usual target customers - or the smaller businesses which belonged to small cluster gangs.

The big time runners had designated storehouses to spare where they obtained their supplies, and ran other dealings and hand-offs in and out of private rooms in the clubs.

Here, the scene is warm, lavish and made for those who seek the comfort in living in marble halls and pristine white pillars, short cut grass and elaborate parties such as this one.

“Shit, this party is awfully chipper for someone who died last week,” you huff, eyes scanning the crowd from the smooth, darkly polished bar, which you incidentally found very comfortable to lean back on when told for the hundredth time, “Just sit tight, just a little bit longer.”

You didn’t have the time nor patience to sit around getting older by the damn minute. Thankfully, Tony put his card behind the bar so that meant an endless river of drinks. Because you needed the alcohol. A lot.

Not a moment too late is your glass refilled with your refreshment.

“Please, Y/N,” sighs Steve from your right side, arms folded over his chest, navy blue suit straining just a bit too tightly against his body, “have some respect for the Maximoff family. They lost their only male heir to a deal gone wrong. They need our support.”

Your shoulders rise with a particular deep inhale before falling lax, you swirl the sliver of whiskey left in your glass and with a jerk of your wrist you finish it. Ice rattles in your glass as you shimmy it, indicating you need a refill and pronto.

“People live, people die. You cross someone and you get shot in the back. It happens.”

“He was gunned down in the streets with a fucking machine gun, Y/N. You consider that a mere oopsie?”

You shrug in response to Sam’s question with a pout of your bottom lip. “Pietro thought he was the shit. That’s what got him killed by Rumlow.”

Sam runs a hand over his face, now distressed by the lack of sincerity you show for the grieving family. “For fuck sake…”

In the three years of your loyal work to the Stark family and those of his brotherhood - his allies - your colours shone through immensely to reveal a shining personality. Excluding the fact you’d become something of a playful rogue with the women.

You simply chalk it up to your animal magnetism. Something that leaves them wanting more whenever in the presence of your company.

In fact, that was how Tony came to own unclaimed establishments and clubs in the boroughs, ones he wasn’t able to get his hands on before, but after he had you as a playable card in his fold, you provided club goers the relief of being harassed and drinks being spiked. Territorial take over schemes from rival gangs were second guessed when they saw you watching over the joint.

The after hour visits for your libido were just the perks. But you left a lot of lustful and broken little hearts in the wake of your work.

For a werewolf, you were always assumed to be a means of security, and that much was true. Didn’t mean it excluded you from taking on other odd jobs for the families from time to time. Debt collection, assassinations, tailing and blackmail ops, the list is endless.

When Steve casts a hardened stare your way and you mockingly raise your hands up in surrender. “Alright, I’ll offer my condolences to the heiress, but I ain’t weeping at her feet for her brother who got himself into that mess because he thought he was too big for his own shoes.”

“Just behave yourself, alright? The last thing we need is the entirety of Europe at war with us.” You roll your eyes and salute the captain. “Yessir.”

You bring the glass rim to your lips and draw a small gulpful of your refurbished liquor, the fiery taste rolls over your tongue, you savour it to keep your sanity intact lest you go insane from the waiting. Where was the heiress?

“Well, well, I thought I wouldn’t see any of you again. Especially you.” Your head, as well as those of your group, direct their gaze to the new voice. The corners of your lips twitch up and you flash her a wolfish grin, chin tilting up slightly in your relaxed position against the bar. You looked like a cat happily laying in the sun.

“Miss Romanoff,” each of the men greeted with a nod of their heads. You, however, pat your thigh as an invitation for her to sit. “I had work to do the next morning.”

“Mm, that’s what you tell the other girls, I’m sure.” You clap a hand to your chest with a wince. “You wound me, Sweetheart. If I had the chance, I would have stayed.”

She hums but it’s obvious she doesn’t believe you by the rise in her brow.

Natasha Romamoff is a hard fish to catch. One of the more established families that control practically the entirety of Europe, alongside the Maximoff family, the two were partners and crafting an empire strong enough to stand on their own without any dire need for support.

Yes, her family had prior dealings with the brotherhood. The Starks, Wilsons, Barnes and Rogers and more, whether to collaborate on a bigger criminal project to the smaller portioned deals. Smuggled goods and weapons, blackmail intel deliverance, international bribery to keep the feds off your backs. But she never committed to joining forces.

You suppose it’s a good power move on her part. She doesn’t have to abide by any of the family creeds, in the end, you’re all loose ends that may potentially be severed if need be. She had the ball in her court and the mysterious Maximoff heiress.

Even your animal magnetism wasn’t enough to charm her into joining forces with Stark and his powerhouse of families, but they were surely enough to charm her into a wild one night stand.

But as you told her. You had work to do. And now she appears to spurn you with her eyes and cruel words, but still entertains your flirtatious advances and indulges the empty space of your thigh.

For a well respected mob boss such as herself, she definitely liked to play it risky; dressing included.

Last you saw her, she was dressed in a more professional manner. But here at this funeral party, whatever the fuck it was, she chose to wear a black, spaghetti strap cocktail dress that’s short enough to be skimming the mid of her thigh. The slit riding the dress up higher is just plain dangerous.

She’s facing you, back arched and ass resting on the cliff of your knee. Your clawed hand supports her at the small of her back. Her perfume is strong and complimenting, the sweet bouquet of lavender rolls over the exposed tops of her breasts from her even more exposed neck. Her plump, red lips move in a way that’s hypnotic. “So I hear you’re going to be a bargaining chip for Wanda Maximoff.”

“Where’d you hear that?” you scoff with a flick of your chin.

“I have spies who whisper to me,” she answers with a swift quirk of her brow.

Of course she overheard the news. She then chuckles softly, and all eyes watch her with a level of suspicion. “She won’t take any deal you offer her. She’s determined to steer clear of your little gang wars over in the states.”

“Rumlow killed her brother and he has bases around our territories. Wouldn’t she appreciate the extra hands in catching the rat?” Bucky poses the question with a dark brow angled high and clenched jaw, the muscles in his cheeks flex harder when Natasha offers no affirmative response; a mark to hopefully land you in the door and good graces with the heiress.

“You really think she wants a guard dog?”

“Hey,” you growl with a wrinkle of your nose, fangs on the precipice of baring at her. How she used the term in a condescending manner made the fur beneath your skin bristle. Sam claps a hand to your shoulder, somehow able to sense the seething anger within you.

“We just want to help. Offer support for her loss and bring Rumlow down.”

“No. You want a foothold in Europe. And I’m sorry but…” She looks you up and down, drinking in the sight of you and you know she can see you without your clothes on. “You’re not going to cut it, babe.”

She turns her body to make her getaway but you don’t let her slip away just like that. She gasps and looks to you with a furrowed glare when your arm circles her waist and tugs her back until she’s flush against you, the men in your company watch with trepidation of your next course of action.

“I will cut it because whether she wants to admit it or not, she needs us.”

Natasha’s eyes, true to her fashion, darken with a challenge. “You’re wasting your time. She’ll get Rumlow herself.”

“And if Rumlow plans to get her first?” For a moment you see the doubt cross her face. “That’s where she needs me.”

“Tony Stark.” Each of the men turn to the voice behind them and their once cool and collected selves turn rigid, nervous under the power one woman can hold so absolute, her green eyes scan each of their faces before they land on you.

You finally look and meet her stare, still holding Natasha against you even as she tries to push away from you.

“Unhand her,” the woman commands with an accented tongue.

At first, you wanted nothing more than to play this out a little, see what makes this woman tick. But both Tony and Steve look at you, silent in their order, you sigh heavily and release Natasha. Once you do, she wastes no time in joining Wanda’s side with a bow of her head.

“I hear that you wished to have an audience with me.”

Wanda is the sole survivor of this ordeal. Her parents were assassinated two years ago and now her brother was killed. This is the stressed matter at hand, her empire could crumble to the ground, all that hard work put into the grave, because she’s being so fucking stubborn with this deal.

“I will not sign my family, nor any of my shares, to Stark Industries. Enough have I done to keep you out of the hands of law enforcement. I will handle Rumlow myself.”

This isn’t how any of you hoped this would go. The grief has made her stronger than before. It wasn’t exactly you were waiting for the chance for her to have a weak spot and try your luck, but you all had thought she might even be at least a little desperate for extra help.

Natasha’s face says it all: I told you so. You can only roll your eyes and resume with what you’re doing.

“Miss Maximoff, we only wish to help you. All we ask in return is that you grant us some territory to work with for our trade deals as payment for support lent to you to catch Rumlow.”

Thank you for Reading! (◕ ᴥ x)

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need sugarmommy wonyyyy

i need her too anon, i need ha tew..

okay but genuinely talking,, sugarmommy wonyoung would be so elegant? the rich, cold, collected and intimidating classy ceo that everyone knows and admires? yeah, that’s her. her name, jang wonyoung, would ring in your ears everytime you heard it. you’d grin just from spelling it out in your own head.

but that’s just because you admired her for other reasons.

the way you met her was truly unexpected but so very welcome though, you created an account on some local sugarmommy finding app that liz showed you a girlie’s gotta get her bag somehow. it was fairly average from the start, couple of matches here and there, but nothing really clicked.

that is, until you matched with her, of course.

you already knew who she was beforehand, which kinda made you wonder if this was the real deal? her texting habits made it clear to you, however, this was really her. she was just so eloquent with her words, so.. assertive? you felt hypnotized by simple pixels on your cellphone’s screen, your eyes slightly widening as she called you fancy nicknames like darling and sweetheart during casual conversation. she was so persuasive, you just wanted her to take complete control of your life from the get-go.

and to nobody’s surprise, that feeling just grew stronger each time you went out with her.

she’d always walk into the restaurants, expensive handbags and rings in hand, all because “coming empty-handed to a date would simply be ill-mannered of her”. hell, wonyoung even asked you which country you wanted to visit so she knew where to fly her private jet to next. she spoiled you rotten, really, and she didn’t even ask anything of you for the first few dates, and remained patient and attentive with you. she simply wanted to make you happy.

up until around 5 dates later.

she finally offered to bring you back to her mansion, after confessing that she secretly bought some lingerie she thought would suit you, and that she’d just love to see you try it on for her. yknow, a silly excuse to get you to see how big her house was.

you later figured out that her house wasn’t the only thing that was big!

this woman surprisingly had the most kinky objects in her possession, handcuffs, flogs, ropes, you name it. christian grey style, if you will. wonyoung, so composed and charming when it came to important meetings, yet so animalistic and rough when it came to sex. of course, she started slowly, asking you if you were ready for what was about happen, letting you know of a safe word, etc.

once that was done, she immediately got to work. planting rough kisses all over your body, muttering about how you were her pretty little thing and how nobody else could have you. you were hers, and she made sure to let you know of that.

i mean, you understood that pretty quickly when she roughly pounded your cunt with her probably-expensive-as-shit strap on. you didn’t even know rich people had those, and she didn’t even care if it hurt you. she wanted to fuck you good, and that’s what was bound to happen. her fingers rubbed on your throbbing clit insanely well, you could tell she had an insane amount of experience from the way she leaned into your ear and whispered praises into it. she’d treat you with unlimited amounts of respect anywhere else, but definitely not when she’s in her giant bedroom, stretching you out<33

oh and also, can we please talk about how stern this woman would be? you’d be begging, pleading her to go slower and she’d say something like “i don’t remember telling you that you could speak, love.” LIKE OU?? yes ma’am i am silent

or even in your day to day life?? bringing you to some expensive ass store that sells dresses with price tags that look like they could pass as math equations, you’d try and convince her that it’s too much and that she could you always buy you something cheaper elsewhere and her just shutting you down immediately going “nono, pick one, y/n, i absolutely insist.” like FUCKCK??

#jang wonyoung x female reader #ive jang wonyoung #wonyoung #wonyoung ive smut #ive #smut #kpop gg #female reader #ive smut #wonyoung ive #jang wonyoung ive #anon asks #anon #jang wonyoung

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reverie-verse · 7 months

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HIIIIIIIIIIII🫨can I make a request for Anakin x Clone! Fem Reader with an Established Relatioship (particularly married) 🤭where she is switched to Obi Wans Squadron after being apart of Anakin's squadrons for a long time. Anakin isnt too happy about it so he tries to convince the council to keep you on his Battalion but it fails obviously 🙄 so when you come back from a mission he's all over you 🤭🤭

3 Weeks Is Too Long- Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Listen y’all I know they have bunk beds in the barracks but in this imagine everyone has a cabine or a dorm ish type room that they share. But Y/N gets her own room. Cuz you know what the Republic and the Empire did them dirty. They should’ve been given a nicer place to sleep for all the shit they went through. Also this is porn with a plot I’m sorry but also not hehehe. Ummmmmm let me know if you guys want more!

Warnings; There’s a bunch ummmmmmm do I remember all of them no but I will tell you what I do remember, Overstimulation, multiple orgasms, choking if you look hard enough, P in V, fingering, oral (M & F) ummm I think that’s it 😅. If you’re a minor don’t read.

MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!!!!!!

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Anakin had woken up to an empty bed, the blanket covering his waist. His eyes scanned his room, you were already gone. This was a daily routine, but every once in a while he’d hoped you’d stay in bed with him longer. He craved your warmth, he craved your touch, he craved hearing the sound of your heart beat, or the rumble of laughter that echoed in his ears. But all of that came at the price of secrecy and your marriage. The love part was the easiest thing about the situation. Anakin couldn’t complain too much, with you being the only female clone to ever been created, you were stationed with his squadron. For that he was ever grateful for. It meant that you were constantly by his side, he could protect you, care for you and most importantly be with you. Of course it was hard to spend one on one time with him, at least your presence was around him. All he had to do was look at you and be okay.

Anakin had finished getting dressed, clipping his lightsaber onto his belt. Exiting his room heading for the Grand Republic Military Base. Anakin had assumed you’d spend your time preparing for a mission, or conversing with Rex or Ahsoka only if she had beaten him there, you were very close with them. You wouldn’t have it any other way, with them it made time go by faster. That’s what you’d tell Anakin especially when he’s bossy. In those moments he’d look at the three of you and threaten to separate you, in all actuality he enjoyed it too much. He typically takes full advantage of certain situations when Obi Wan is around. Watching his brother figure become a father to all four of you made it that much more special. Telling Anakin that not only is he himself a bad influence but that his own influences influence the three of you to be bad influences. In that exact order. It was something Anakin held near and dear to his heart. Until right now in this moment when he witnessed you carrying your gear out of the 501st section of the military hangar to Obi Wan's 212th section.

You threw your remaining gear onto your starfighter jet. You had worn an all black long sleeve crop top and black leggings that go under your normal clone gear. You were beginning to suit up. Anakin expected to see you in his blue and white colors, instead he was met with a Sandy orange and white. Anakin stormed over to you, Obi Wan nowhere in sight, the other troops minded their business tending to their own preparations.

“ Y/N!” Anakin called out your name, you turned your head in his direction as you strapped on your boots

“ General?” You replied knowing you had listening ears, mainly Ahsoka and Rex who already knew about you and Anakin’s relationship.

“ What do you think you are doing? Why are you wearing Obi Wan's squadron colors?” He asked you, arms crossed, his nose flared, anger. You slide your foot off the box you used to help you strap your boots on. You scrunch your eyebrows together in confusion.

“ What do you mean why? Didn’t they tell you?” You questioned him, shaking your head as you pulled your protective chest and back plate over your head adjusting it so it fit perfectly before strapping it into place.

“ Tell me what? Who gave you those orders? Was it Obi Wan?” Anakin had become confused, his anger subsided only momentarily. He had mixed emotions, part of him hoped there was a good reason as to why Obi Wan would request you or why the council would put you on his squadron. Either way he didn’t like that you were separate from him. It made him worried, he was so used to having you around him, whether close by or a few clicks away on the battlefield, but never a whole galaxy away.

You were struggling with one of the straps in particular that you were fighting to grab. You heaved an irritated sigh. Your eyes scanned the area making sure no one was around that could see you. You turned around with your back facing Anakin. His own eyes also scanned the perimeter while his hands worked on fastening the straps. He felt your warmth deep through your clothes and into the gear. His heart yearned to be wrapped in your arms, your comfort, to have you close by his side. Again anxiety pierced his chest. His hands stayed on you even after he finished with the straps. He truly didn’t want you to go.

“Thanks and No- General Windu and General Yoda were the ones who gave me the order. They didn’t specify what my role is, for now I am just back up.-” You turned around to face Anakin. “-I’ll be gone for two weeks, three at best. Depending on the circumstances of the mission”

He was furious, his jaw tense and his hands clenched.

“ Two weeks?! That’s too long. I need you here where I can keep my eyes on you! We’ve got our own missions to handle.. I’m going to talk with the council to get them to change their minds-“

“ -Ani I can take care of myself. It's only a couple weeks and it'll be fine. The squadron will be fine without me. You’ll be fine without me. This isn’t the first time I’ve been separated from you. I’ll be back before you even notice I’m gone-“ You tried to reassure him but there was no reasoning with him.

“ Of course I’m going to notice if you’re gone! They should’ve discussed this with me! What happens if something goes wrong?”

“Woah hold on, nothing is going to happen alright? It’s nothing I haven’t done for you before. I am very capable of doing my job. What’s going on with you?”

“ It's- nothing-You're not going anywhere. I’m going to talk to the council to reconsider and find another soldier to replace you-“ Anakin growled.

“-No it’s not nothing. I am going on this mission, whether you want me to or not. So if you’ll excuse me General Skywalker I’ve got a mission to complete and prepare for” You stormed off walking back towards the direction of your barracks. Sometimes Anakin can be too overprotective and it can get in the way of things. Sometimes it made it difficult to work with one another. Both of your hearts were in the right place but at times it clashed.

Anakin sitting and stirring with his own anger, taking off to the Jedi council chamber. They were going to switch you back to your original post one way or another. He would be damned if you headed off with Obi Wan's squad. Not to say that Obi Wan wouldn’t keep you safe, he could but it was the condition and manner in which you were being taken from him. He didn’t like the fact that the council would move you without notifying him. There was chatter amongst the members of the council.

“ Young Skywalker” Mace Windu announced, all heads turning in their direction. Obi Wan standing in the middle of the room. Anakin joined him.

“ Master Windu, Obi Wan Council” He addressed them as he bowed.

“ To what do we owe the pleasure” Mace asks, hands resting on the arm chair.

“One of my commanding officers is being transported to Master Kenobi's squadron. I’m here to ask you to reconsider.” Anakin slightly looked at Obi Wan who had crossed his arms looking with disapproval. At one point His former master would remind him to stay in control of his emotions.

“ Reconsider we will not” Yoda speaks with his hand crossed on his cane.

“ The decision has been made, Young Skywalker, Obi Wan had requested for a few more reinforcements. Which we are glad to supply him with.”

“ Let me ease your mind Skywalker, your commander is not alone, each squadron is providing one soldier to accompany Obi Wan’s forces” Master Plo places a calmness to his voice, his emotion and his force signature. Anakin’s anger is still bubbling but begins to cool off not quite.

“ I see. I still don’t understand how I was failed to be informed of this decision” Anakin retorts.

“ Anakin” Obi Wan hissed.

“ Right his is, wrong he is not” Yoda nods

“ We failed to inform you simply because it was none of your concern how we moved the troops” Mace replies, the two having their own version of pissing contest to see where it would go.

“ It is my concern when one of my soldiers is placed on another force”

“ The fate of the republic is within our troops. You are asking to pull a soldier out for the sake of keeping a reputation? For what exactly?” kit Fisto asked as he squinted his eyes at Anakin.

Anakin sighed “ I-“

Obi Wan looked at him shaking his head before the council. “ -If you’ll excuse my former padawan I’m afraid he has lost sight of the bigger picture. War tends to side track anyone’s thoughts” Obi Wan was right, it was the same words he had said to Anakin and the same words Anakin said to Ahsoka. It was frustrating but all of it seems to find a way back to Anakin himself. It’s like tasting his own medicine.

“ Of course, thank you for your concern Anakin but our decision will remain the same” Mace nods his head towards, Anakin and Obi Wan dismissing them. Anakin huffed as the two walked out of the council chamber.

“ Anakin”

“ Yes Master”

“ I will take good care of Y/N” Obi Wan knew of your relationship, sure he was a little bit far behind in figuring it out but it was only because he wasn’t ready to admit Anakin’s truth. Anakin stopped in his tracks looking at his dear friend. Obi Wan placed a hand on Anakin’s shoulder. “-No harm will come to her. I promise”.

“ Thank you… Master.” Anakin nodded following his Master's movements in the direction of his starfighter. Regret filled Anakin’s chest the way you two left things off in an argument that he started. It was too late, for him to say goodbye, you would already be on the battle cruiser by now. Obi wan being the last to leave. He supposed he’d now have to wait till you get back.

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Your mission was the longest three weeks of your life, you were supposed to only be there for two weeks but your mission ran a little longer. To be honest you expected that at least. When you had left you were angry and you wanted to make Anakin feel your loss. As the weeks grew on you found yourself yearning for his bed, sleeping next to him, his snide remarks and his overconfidence. You missed your friends, you missed your squad, you missed the food that you would get at the Cafeteria. Rations only got you so far. You were homesick so to speak.

You had arrived home three hours ago, you had taken off all your gear just leaving you in your black long sleeve top and black leggings. You carried your gear into your room which was one good thing you enjoyed about being the only female clone. You threw your items in the places they belonged heading back over to the Hangar. It was nearing nightfall, most clones had either gone to the cantina or to a club. The rest would be stationed in their barracks, sleeping or doing another form of activity that involved heavy breathing and sweat. You sighed. You walked over to supply area grabbing items to help break down and rebuild a separatist droid's head. You needed the battle plans and you promised Obi Wan you’d get it back to him ASAP.

Ahsoka was kind enough to bring you a few snacks from the cafeteria, you weren’t really hungry, rather you were anxiously waiting in your room for Anakin to arrive. Unfortunately Ahsoka was the one to break the bad news to you, that Anakin was going to be extremely late, hence nightfall. You were worried Anakin might not have wanted to see you because of the move between squads but the bigger part of you thought maybe not. Maybe he missed you as much as you missed him. You held the spoon in your mouth as you sucked on the chocolate pudding. You fingers typed away on the data pad as you connected to the Droid's hardware. Wires were attached to both ends of the droid's head and too your data pad. This was good you needed a distraction, half the entire 212th squad and 501st squad went out for drinks which meant that your barracks and your hall where your room was stationed was clear. You turned on some good music to help keep you distracted from Anakin and while you worked.

Anakin on the other hand was dying during the briefing. He could feel your presence nearby and it was driving him mad. He wanted to be with you and not in this-meeting. Sure Obi Wan is going over important details but Anakin’s mind refused to let him comprehend anything. His hands fisted his pants, his leg bouncing up and down. By now Anakin was counting down the minutes till he could escape. It was starting to feel like he would never leave. He was desperate for you, wanting, needing-What he needed was a plan to excuse himself. Anakin began to concoct a plan, he checked the exits of the meeting hall, he checked the alarm system , and a feebale excuse of ‘I need to use the restroom’ should suffice. Thankfully the meeting ended sooner rather than later giving him a chance to opt out of his extreme ditching plans. He took off quickly, not giving anyone a chance to stop him from getting to you.

Anakin practically ran from the Jedi temple all the way to the Republic Military Base. He had no intention of stopping till he could get to you. He could feel the anxiety and the nerves emitted from you. Normally you were calm, warm, relaxed, something was bothering you. It could’ve been the delay from meeting each other or the argument that took place three weeks ago. You two hadn’t really had the chance to talk about it. Now it was Anakin’s turn to feel the same anxiety and worry. Yet he refused, he just needed to see you, then everything will be alright. When Anakin reached the hangar, he didn’t see you, your star fighter vacant, he followed the path of your presence leading him back to your room. Anakin slowed down from a sprint, to a jog all the way down to a brisk walk. As soon as he reached your door, he opened it, there he found you, with your hair haloing around your head naturally, you were standing about the droid turning its head every other direction, then typing on the data pad. It was when you heard the sound of Anakin’s footsteps taking a step closer did you realize he was in there with you.

Reality finally setting in your heart pounded in your chest, relief flushing through your body. The worry and anxiousness evaporated from you. Your husband stood there breathing heavily, taking a step in your direction. Your eyes softened as you looked at him, Anakin couldn’t wait a second longer.

“ Ani-I’m-“

He rushed to you, taking your face into his hands, his lips crashing down on yours. You both moved together, twisting your heads to deepen the kiss. Your tongues fighting against each other, the air leaving both of your lungs. Anakin’s hands found themselves lazily cupping your neck and jaw. Your hands grasped at his clothes near his hips holding onto him. His fingers eventually left your jaw and neck traveling into your hair. Your kisses changed pace, turning from rushed to languid and slow. You both pulled away from each other slightly, Anakin’s hands slid down from your neck and to your waist. His fingers dip under your top. Your hand moved upwards wrapping themselves around his neck. Both of your breathing matching, “ Don’t apologize. I'm sorry for not trusting you to handle yourself. Or the council.”

“I should’ve told you regardless if the council told you or not. But Ani, I need you to trust me enough to do my job and to love you.” You completely moved away from Anakin and walked to the other side of the room towards the bed. He sighed as he watched you moving to the side of the room near the bathroom right directly across from you. He leaned against the wall his arms across his chest. Maker, he looked sooo good and inviting. You wanted to cart your fingers through his hair, scrape your nails along his body. You want to leave marks on him just as much as he wanted to do it to you. You wanted him to hold you, you wanted to hold him-No you needed to get something off your chest first. Anakin was struggling himself after sharing that heated kiss with you, he wanted you more than anything else. You looked tempting, your hair messy from his fingers, your lips plump from the harsh and languid kisses. Your body was buzzing, he could feel it. You were distracted but you were trying to stay focused..

“ I do trust you.-” He says softly, Anakin remains in his spot, his eyes following you as you pace. You stopped in place standing in front of him. “ What I don’t trust is the war”

“ War is war, Anakin. You of all people know that. We both have jobs that involve us leaving for a certain amount of time. If anything you're a Jedi and I should be more pissed at you for leaving all the time.” Anakin removed himself from the wall taking a step another step in your direction. His face softens as he grabs your waist with his hands pulling you impossibly close. His long eyelashes fluttered against his cheeks. His eyes flicker between yours, love flowing between the two of you, heat and passion beginning to take form. He nods his head gently as he leans closer to you.

“ You’re right I tend to leave far more often than you do-“ He sighs, his hands caressing your hips as he backs you slowly up against the wall. “- My wife finally returned home after three long weeks of hard work. Home to her husband who can be overprotective at times… Who missed her more than life itself-” His nose bumps into yours, tension rising between you, your breathing picks up. His eyes half closed, yours following suit.

“ Fuck it, we can talk about this later, I missed you so much Ani” You moaned pulling him down to you, your lips colliding in a heated frenzy.

“-Good-Idea-“ Anakin replied between kisses as he grabbed at your clothes pulling them off of you. Anakin wasted no time in getting you bare and in front of him. Your hands gripped at Anakin’s clothing trying to get them off of him. Jedi clothing was-annoying and frustrating, the need for Anakin becoming overwhelming to the point his clothes were pissing you off. Anakin paid no mind, as he was too concentrated on you, feeling you, caressing you, touching you. His love for you was incredibly unconditional. Anakin’s hands were back on you, cupping your jaw, head twisting as your lips crashed into each other taking one another in. You pulled away again trying to get Anakin’s clothes off. You moaned and groaned at the same time feeling sexually aroused and flustered. Your fingers struggle to get through the first layer. Anakin however was unbothered by it and could care less if his clothes were on or off he just wanted you. He continues his trail of kisses down your cheek, jaw, and to your throat.

“ Do-you-have-to-have so many layers” you whined as you were able to pull off one layer before getting to the next. Anakin too focused on attaching his lips to yours, too focused on you.

“ I’m a Jedi Y/N. It's required to wear this many layers.” He teases you. He moved away just enough to help you remove his last layer of clothing. You were practically bouncing on your feet from anticipation. As soon as you saw his beautiful skin, your hands pushed his material away, both of you completely naked. With a wave of his hand the door locked to your bedroom. At the same time he backed you towards your desk, he used his arm to swipe the disassembled droid along with your data pad of the desk. His lips back onto yours lips never seaming to leave each other,

“ -I was-working on- that droid-“ You tell Anakin again in between kisses.

“- Hmhm- just like -you left for- three weeks-working-“

“ Anakin-” You warned him as lips landed back down onto yours another passionate and heated string of kisses. Your arousal was affecting him, he could feel through your presence, your emotions, your signature becoming increasingly evident, you were driving him mad. His lips leaving yours once more, Anakin lifted you up, throwing you down on your desk that he cleared off. He takes his gloved hand placing it on his lips, he uses his teeth, pulling at the straps helping him remove it. You propped yourself up on your hands, watching as he shamelessly pushed your already clenching thighs apart. The wetness from your body is growing immensely. He placed himself between your legs.

Anakin dropped down towards your face, his lips smashing down on yours as he hungrily takes each kiss you give him. Without warning metal fingers grip onto your breasts kneading and pulling at your nipple. While his flesh hand grips the back of your neck and some of your hair. You hiss from the sensation, Anakin let your lips go with a pop, making his way further down your body. He placed open mouth kisses down the valley of your breasts, down your stomach and on your mound stopping just before your clit. Anakin couldn’t resist the urge to satiate the hunger of tasting you. He needed to eat you, like you were his last meal. A meal he can’t seem to ever live without.

Anakin who was already massive in height, it gave him an advantage as he dropped down to his knees. Looking down he made eye contact with your sopping pussy. He couldn’t believe how wet you were. How wet he made you, pride struck his chest and heart. “ I missed this, look at how wet you are. It’s all for me?” He talks to you as he looks up in your direction. Your heart skips a beat, his lust filled eyes already darker than usual, his eyes burning through you.

You nodded “ Y-Yes” his breath fanning over your dripping hole and clit, it was driving you mad. “Ani-please” you begged. With one hand you reached over, taking hold of his beautiful hair, your fingers threading through it. Anakin smiled at how needy you were, he liked that, he liked that you needed him right then and there. The teasing was unreal for you and too much, you waited too long and he was only stalling. He was making you pay for leaving him. Anakin turned his head to the side, kissing both of your inner thighs.

“ You’re so needy, bet you should've thought about that before you left me huh?” Anakin’s flesh hand took one of your breasts in his hand, his mechanical hand, grabbing one of your legs, throwing it over his shoulder. He gave you no room to protest, his mouth immediately latching onto your dripping pussy. He licked a long strip through your folds hitting your clit, your hips jerk at the suddenness. His attack in full motion, his makes out with your pussy, wet kisses, teeth and tongue could be felt. You moaned at the feeling, you tug on his hair, as his pace changes, he groans, vibrating through you.

“ Maker- you taste-fuck- you taste so good-“the feeling of you hit him like a ton of bricks, and for a moment his eyes rolled back and shut basking in the taste of you. His tongue finding a way into your hole causing you to moan loudly, your hand gripping his hair harder than before, your hips rocking with his movement. His tongue pumping in out, the wet muscles mixing with your fluid, a wet sound echoing in the room. Anakin pulled his tongue out your hole, running it back through your folds, his nose bumping into your clit. He opened his eyes as he watched your own roll back, your head lulled to the side, your mouth hanging slightly open, your breath erotic, your body reacting to him.

“ I-Im g-gonna cum” Your body began to shake, your breathing picking up, Anakin’s pace quickening in time with you. You could feel your stomach tightened. Anakin didn’t let up, instead he pushed your legs and spread them wider. As he coaxes you through your first orgasm another one quickly builds. This time he was rougher, biting and pulling at your folds, and clit, his flesh fingers finding their way into your hole, pumping creating a squelching sound. His metal hand pushed you down on the table as he stood up devouring you. His finger pumping in at a relentless pace hitting that one specific spot every time. The air, not catching up to your lungs. He doesn’t let up as your second orgasm crashes into you. Your hands pull harder at the strands of his hair, Anakin hisses biting the side of your outer lip. He pulls away standing completely straight up, his mouth, chin, nose covered in your mess. Takes the back of his hand wiping off his face. He smiles smugly at you, you roll your eyes at him fighting a smile of your own.

He helps you stand up off the desk, your feet touching the floor. “ You look like you ate the best meal of your life”

“ That’s because I did” He says, still smiling smugly at you, he threads his hand through your hair, as you drop down to your knees. You wanted to taste him on your tongue just as much as he wanted to taste you. You were eager and excited, your mouth watering, knowing how big he was. The weight of him on your tongue and in your mouth seemed too good to be true, but it was true and he stood in front of you. You hold your hand up to Anakin whose metal hand grabs your wrist, he leans down licking a slow long wet strip up to your fingertips. He lets go of your hand and you bring it back down towards his long veiny member, his tip pink and slick with precum, You swipe your thumb on his slit mixed with your spit , your hand pumps up and down your lips touching his tip and you press a light kiss. His hips jerked a few times. You let him guide you, your mouth opening as you take him in. You look up at him watching his head tilt back, his eyes closed, his mouth open, his chest glistening with sweat. His toned chest and stomach, thick with muscle, moving with each shallow breath he took.

He took control of your head movements, making you bob your head faster, you hummed happily, whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth you continued with your hands. Your other hand comes up to hold his hips. Anakin was letting you take the reins, which normally he didn’t, he was feeling…particularly kind tonight. Loud sounds echoed in your room. Both of Anakin's hands grabbed all of your hair pulling into a ponytail. His hisses and moans turn you on further. His hold on your hair tightens, his hips moving with your mouth. You decided to give something new a try, breathing in through your nose, you relaxed your throat as you pushed more of him into your mouth-Anakin groans loudly, his head snapped down his eyes opening as he looked at you. You were too focused on him and his sounds to even register he was looking at you. You hadn’t gotten you far to be honest, before he pulled you off of him.

“ Hey-“

“ I can’t wait that long” He growls as he forces you to stand up grabs your legs instructing you to jump, you do as he says. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist. His cock rubbing against you, you whimper at the sensation. Anakin backs you both up so that your back touches the cold wall. You take one of your hands grabbing his cock you run it through your folds you, both shudder, you could feel your hole clench around nothing. Anakin pushed you up just a tad giving you room to sink down onto him, his tip entering you, both of you moaning at the feeling. You pushed down further till you bottomed out, both of you muttering a fuck. Anakin’s lips crashed on yours as his hips snapped into yours, hard slow strokes allowing you to adjust. You bit his lip before pulling away, his hips picking up the pace, going slightly faster hitting that sponge spot. His breathing heavy, his arms holding you. The squelching sound becomes louder and more in tense, his hips driving into you, slamming into your cervix. It was all driving you insane. Your moans were getting louder by the second. He pulled you off the wall pressing you impossibly closer to him. His lips captured yours, swallowing your beautiful sounds.

You gripped onto Anakin harder when he hit that exact spot. “ Ugh-Ani-damn-uuuuuh” your breath hitching in your throat your mouth hung slightly open.

“ Fuuuuccckk Y/N” Anakin moans as one hand cups the back of your neck the other wrapped around your waist crushing your body into his. His thrusts become sloppy as he carries you to your bed. He drops you onto the mattress pulling out of you, you whine at the loss of him. He centered himself between your legs, he picked up one of your legs placing it on his shoulder while the other rested on his hip. With one hand he grabs both your wrists pinning them to your chest. With his free hand he takes his cock, running it through your folds again before pushing back into you. You both moan, sharing that exact feeling. How good you both felt, how you both desired one another, how the need grew with every second.

As soon as his entered your weeping hole, he rammed his hips into you. Your body shook with each thrust, his one hand holding you down, his other coming up to your clit. Anakin could feel you getting closer, he could feel it through the force, he could feel you. He could only hear you. Your wrists struggled against his hold, you wanted nothing more than to bring him back to your lips, to hold him closer, Anakin being Anakin sensed that, somehow as concentrated, his scrunched eyebrows and closed eyes leaned down towards you, his nose brushing yours. Lips lingering onto your before engulfing then, tongue clashing, the quick nimble movements of his fingers, his gorgeous whiny groans, the way his hips moved, you were done for. You didn’t get to tell him you were close, instead your body shook violently, a loud pornographic moan left your lips, your body arched upward, white speckles dot your eyes, your head pushing back into the pillow.

Anakin thrived off of that feeling, he was close, but he needed just a few more thrusts. “ I’m close” Your body drops back down onto the mattress, your head lulling to the side. You hissed at how sensitive you are, you could feel him everywhere. You watched Anakin as a whimper left your lips, he continued pounding into you. He leans down touching his forehead against yours. His hand that held your wrists, dragged across your chest up towards your neck holding it. He barely put any pressure but by him holding it was just enough. Your hands clasp onto his forearm. The hand that rubbed at your clit reached for your leg pushing it back further. You moaned loudly, the feeling of him buried inside you, the sounds of your liquids flowing, your eroctic breathing, it drove him to his end. Anakin groaned loudly, his hips sputtering, his cum leaking into you. You both were covered in sweat and sex, with dumb smiles on your faces. Anakin kisses your cheek as he sits up pulling himself out of you.

Anakin for a moment watched as your mixed liquids leaked out of your hole, taking to two fingers he shoves it back in. “ Ani” you yelped, pushing his hand away.

“ What?”He asks as if he had done nothing wrong. You roll your eyes at him as he takes his two fingers and brings it to your mouth. You take them in, licking his fingers clean. Anakin gets up heading to your bathroom grabbing a towel and wetting it. He brings it back to you as he cleans you of the mess you both made. Once that was finished you held your arms out for Anakin, who gladly climbed back into them. Exhaustion swept through both of your bodies as Anakin floated the blanket over the both of you. Your eyes widened as you sat up quickly gripping the blanket to your chest.

“ Oh shit! I forgot about the droid!-” Anakin bursted into laughter as he watched the pure panic flashed across your face. You turned to glare at Anakin slapping his arm. “-Obi Wan is going to literally kill me” You get ready to move again when Anakin grabs a hold of you pulling you back towards him.

“He can wait”

“I was supposed to have this done tonight. Then you came in here and things happened but not that I don’t love that. I do, I love you but-“

Anakin sighs a smile gracing his lips “ I love you too, but let me help you.” Anakin sits up sliding off the bed pulling on his underwear and his trousers. He walks over picking up the droid and your data pad that laid on the ground. You smiled happily as you crawled off the bed throwing on your own bra and underwear, before you could even get to Anakin’s shirt, he floats it over to you. You threw it on quickly before taking the data pad out of his hands. Anakin fidgeted with the head, tinkering away at it. A few minutes had passed in the comfortable silence the two of you had created while working.

“ Y/N”

“ Hmm?”

“ Round 2?”

“ Anakin” You chuckled

“ 3 weeks is a long time for me”

“You’re never going to let that go are you?”

“ Nope” He put emphasis on the letter ‘P’

“ Fine but after we finish this and get the report back to Obi Wan” You shook your head typing away, a smile etched on your face.

“ So is that yes?” He asks you with a smile of his own before biting his lip.

“ Yes that is a yes” You walked over kissing his cheek before bending down to grab something else.

“ I don’t think I can wait” He growls lunging for you.

“ Anakin!-“

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As an American I wonder if it's really so hard to live in Mexico. I mean they've really nice beaches, nice food, and so on. Does chronivac offer a culture exchange? I'd like to live for a while as a mexican seeing what life looks like through latin eyes

For the cultural exchange, I ask you to join our experience center at the Waldorf Astoria Los Cabos Pedregal.

A nice hotel, you think. But you wanted to get to know the real Mexico. Not the luxury resorts where hardly any Mexicans stay. On the other hand, of course, there will also be rich Mexicans… It doesn't matter, just enjoy it. The lady at the reception configures the Chronivac, hands you your room key and wishes you a nice stay. Except "Gracias" you don't know much Spanish. So you say "Gracias" and take the elevator to your room.

Wonderful suite! But the program is not cheap. You mix yourself a Negroni at the bar in the living room and admire the sunset. And while you are still thinking about where to have dinner, you get incredibly tired. And you fall asleep on the sofa with the Negroni in your hand.

The alarm clock pulls you out of sleep at 04:00. Despite the squeaking fan on the ceiling, the air in your room is incredibly stuffy. Hardly any fresh air comes through the small hatch. And four of you share the room. Miguel, Antonio and Jose work in the kitchen, they can still sleep. But as a gardener, you have to make sure that the lawns and pool terraces are immaculate when the first gringos take a dip in the pool in four hours. And even if you cleaned everything up before you went to bed dead tired at 10:00 p.m. last night, you know exactly what it looks like upstairs now. The traces of the night's parties will be omnipresent. So you grab work gloves and a garbage bag and start putting away glasses, bottles, condoms and other trash. Silently, if possible. Afterwards, you'll mop up vomit, collect leftover panties, wigs, and other things that you seriously wonder how you could lose.

It's 6:00 a.m. and the sun is rising as the couches are lined up again on a clean floor. The first guests are on their way. Sunrise yoga on the beach, jogging. And a few poor devils who came without a private jet on the scheduled flight are already making their way to the airport. You arm yourself with a rake and take care of the sand on the beach. Today was more mess than usual, you are almost an hour behind schedule. A little later than planned, however, the beach is also prepared for the first guests at 08:30. And you can take a break. There is a small grove behind the pool, where you can be mostly undisturbed. You light a cigarette. And as usual it does not take long until you hear the cracking of branches A gringo comes the way to you. You know him. You are lucky with him. He is usually showered, knows your price and does not haggle. Even if you could speak better English, you wouldn't exchange big words. You get down on your knees and free the morning wood of your first customer from the bathing shorts.

Your clients love you not only for your talented lips, your agile tongue and your discretion. Hardly any other hustler in the hotel is so happy about a load of cum in the face like you. But you know that every client brings you a little closer to freedom and a life in the USA.

#male tf #reality change #tank top #race change #age reduction #male transformation

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writtenbysprout · 1 year

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I Won’t Say (I’m In Love)

synopsis: The team sets you up during a Disney themed karaoke night, knowing you have a thing for your boss aaron hotchner.

pairing: reader x aaron hotchner

cw: pining, fluff

word count: 1113

a/n: my first ever fic posted here, hope you enjoy!

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Garcia’s puppy eyes, JJ’s begging and Emily’s threats all combined made for a dangerous cocktail of excitement and worry. Yet here you were. Engulfed in their embrace at a makeshift stage in a remote town in the midst of Utah.

Stage light blinding you from seeing anything other than outlines of shadow figures. Had it been during any other situation you might've felt uneasy. But here and now at the Disney themed karaoke night at the bar down the road from your motel the shadows brought you comfort. Not wanting to remember or recognize anyone's faces once you stepped off the stage later.

Hours earlier you'd caught the unsub in a hit and run with quite ease which meant it was time to celebrate. Usually the team would go out back home in Virginia, but the jet was grounded for the time being due to the weather.

Garcia handed you the handheld mic as Emily stepped up to the one sitting in the mic stand. Garcia and JJ standing on each side of Emily whispering and giggling amongst themselves. Before you could react to anything that was happening Emily spoke up.

“This is a song that is very fitting for our current situation. Our friend here Y/n has the hugest crush on someone and she won’t admit it to anyone, not even herself..” With the most shit eating grin you'd ever witnessed Emily wink your way before turning back to the crowd who was cheering. “So if you're there Hotch, this is from Y/n.”

“Emily..“ Was all you managed to hiss before the playback started. The all too familiar tone of I Won't Say (I'm In Love) from Hercules playing.

Having been a theater kid in your younger days you couldn't help but lift the mic and start singing along to the song, taking the lead as Megara.

If there's a price for rotten judgment,

I guess I've already won that

Everytime it was the muses' time to shine JJ, Garcia and Emily let everyone have it in the most 'trying to be serious', but failing miserably to hit the right notes, the timing or fumble with the words.

You sang your heart out, putting on an act, strutting around on stage with a pout fitting the song's theme. Having already forgotten Emily's sly dedication to your boss.

Hitting the right notes, belting your heart out without effort all while trying to hold back a laugh as Garcia did her very best to portray the sassy muse, the song came to an end.

At least out loud…

I won't say I'm in love

As soon as the song finished applause, cheer and even some whistling erupted from the crowd. Garcia was the first to rush to your side, hugging you tightly. JJ and Emily quickly followed suit and praise you for the 'exceptional performance'.

The light from the stage dimmed down, allowing the four of you to make a safe return to the floor below the stage where four familiar faces awaited your arrival.

Shit

Had they heard it all? Even the dedication Emily had given? Derek answered the question as if you'd asked it out loud.

"Hot stuff can sing!" He was the first and only to embrace you as you came to a halt at the sight of the one man you didn't wanna see at that moment. Your boss, Aaron Fucking Hotchner.

He looked as handsome as ever. Wearing a black buttoned up short, sleeves rolled up just below his elbows, a pair on black denim jeans and a bottle of beer in his hand.

Both Spencer and Rossi complimented all of you for your performance, but you didn't pay attention. Your entire body felt hot and cold at the same time. Sounds seemed to enhance and your ears started ringing. A quick glance around and you found everyone already deep in conversation as you awaited for your drinks.

Mumbling a loose excuse you pushed passed Derek and Spencer and hurried outside. Feeling the rush of the cool night air fill your lungs you allowed yourself to catch the breath you didn't realize you were holding.

Arms wrapping themselves around your chest as if to guard yourself from some invisible treat. You felt sick, like you could throw up at any given moment.

Deep within, you knew they meant no harm in doing what they did, but it didn't mean it made you any less anxious about the whole situation.

It didn't take long before you heard someone approach. Readying yourself you turned on your heel ready to bite at anything, but was met by someone's chest. Looking up you came eye to eye with the one person you least expected to see, Hotch.

The tall, dark and intimidating man you knew as your boss smiled down at you.

“Didn’t know you could sing.” You barely noticed the jacket he'd brought before he draped over your shoulders. Now engulfed in the jacket that lingered with his cologne you felt the heat in your cheeks.

“I don’t really sing in front of people.” You admitted, offering him a shy smile. Your mind wandered. Maybe he hadn't heard the dedication? Or maybe he was just being polite in striking up a conversation.

“For what it's worth I found it enjoyable. You have talent."

It means more than you'll ever understand.

“Thank you,"

It was all you managed to muster. Being so close to him was a rarity outside work. Standing here next to him, engulfed in his jacket and having him compliment you was something you never in your wildest dreams thought would happen.

“You keep surprising me," He broke the silence meeting your eyes. You remain silent, trying to think how you possibly could've surprised him. But falling short just as he spoke up continuing. "Not only are you kind and gentle, but you're independent, smart and solves issues that arise with ease. And you can sing? You're a gift that just keep on giving."

"Hotch.. I"

"I think its time you start calling me Aaron."

He had barely finished the sentence as he leaned in, leaving no room for you to wrap your brain around what he meant. You could feel the warmth radiating from his breath as he stopped merely inches away from you. Eyes finding yours before looking down at you lips as if to ask for permission.

"May I?"

Unable to find your voice you nod. Which is all the consent he needs as he moments later places his lips on yours. Softly claiming them for himself. Finally allowing himself to do the one thing he'd been yearning to do for the longest time.

#aaron hotch #aaron hotch hotchner #aaron hotch imagine #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #aaron hotch blurb #aaron hotch fic #aaron hotch fluff #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotch x you #aaron hotchner fluff #time to talk about aaron #time to talk some aaron

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oh-saints · 1 year

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gift

when your boyfriend is manchester city’s infamous number 3, it’s a bit hard to find a suitable gift for someone who practically has the world in his hands.

rúben dias x engineer!OC

word count: 3.7k

note: due to popular demand on my askbox (of which i can no longer reply 1-by-1) and as a thank you for the enthusiasm you showed in there, this is the 2nd part to this but can be read as a standalone for those who haven’t read the 1st part. this is also mildly inspired by this ask AND THE GIF (asfghjhjhj i'm still not over it tbh). however, as usual, i happen to always write around dawn so ofc this is not beta-read.

tags: @thatonesexycancerian <3

it didn’t take valentine’s day to know that rúben dias’ dominant love language is giving gifts.

hell, it didn’t even take a week for adrianna to know that. it wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea to curate a spotify playlist specifically for someone, inspired by the way they met and the current long-distance relationship they were holding on, and kept expanding whenever the boyfriend was missing the girlfriend—which was a lot.

the listing parade continued with a letterboxd list of movies to watch so adrianna wouldn’t run out of things to watch and a goodreads list of books so adrianna wouldn’t feel bored when the mood to watch had deserted her. the latter touched a part of her she didn’t know existed because she knew he wasn’t that much of a fan to books, but he’d vouched he’d read them before he recommended it to her.

maybe the sentiment behind them got her more than she’d liked because let’s be realistic, rúben dias is a busy man with a very demanding job, physically and mentally. not to mention he spent more time on the jet plane than on ground. yet, he spared some time—obviously more than he’d admitted over the phone when she confronted him—to create something so personal like that.

but what started small became something else entirely.

the lists, at least those she could take on. however, when adrianna told her boyfriend she was heading for the shore for the first time in a while, the portugese decided by himself that it was a good idea to upgrade her ordinary deluxe hotel room into a suite. while the luxury that was entitled to the hefty price tag was an absolute pleasure to be indulged in after months of being in a rig, adrianna vowed to repay him one way or another, despite rúben’s insistence that he wouldn’t take on the repayment because he'd “be more than happy to give his girl nothing but the best.”

and he lived up to his words. by the time they stepped into the 3-month mark, adrianna shook up the entire rig from having a 100-piece fresh flower bouquet delivered to the facility right before the day started for the engineers. the flowers surely was a rare sight to see, even more unheard of than the legendary blood moon, hence her male counterparts were genuinely elated for her. for her excellent catch, and for the hope it sparked to their love life—be it single-ready-to-mingle-but-distance-sucks or the helpless long-distance relationship.

6 months in and her royal boyfriend treated the entire rig for a banquet with food they rarely had the chance to devour unless they went back on-shore. he slipped in a little gratitude note for always looking out his girl when I’m not around, albeit anonymously because both rúben and adrianna agreed on not telling anyone until they were fully ready to share the relationship with the rest of the world, just like how adrianna had to share rúben.

there was also time when he missed adrianna so much he sent random gifts to the rig. today was a bouquet of lego flowers that rúben had constructed himself and framed in a box, complete with a little note to show how much he longed to have her in his arms once more and a polaroid of him and his dog, sporting all black fashion because they were mourning. she was astounded that (i) he remembered adrianna said the water the rig was using was actually filtered from the surrounding sea and it unfortunately wilted the flowers sooner than expected, (ii) he asked her if she also missed him they way he did her. the last part made her heart skipped a dozen notes.

it wasn’t like she never reciprocated how rúben expressed his profound love towards her—telling him how much she loves him, despite their short time together physically—but she’d never had to show how much she loved someone with gifts. sure, she wasn’t a plain jane or some sort towards that kind of lifestyle but she was more familiar in the tradition of gifting someone else a practical gift. at least something she knew they needed it so she bought it, none gone wasted.

and now… she wasn’t sure at all. because it wasn’t only about what he liked, but it was about how to blow his waters off the pool, too. at the same time, it should also be something that was equivalent as to saying i love you without spelling the 8 letters. she didn’t want rúben to think he was dating someone no good for him, someone who couldn’t match his level. someone not worthy of him. if there was one thing adrianna hated the most was to disappoint people she deeply cared about.

what do you give to someone who’s already had everything best in this world?

while she was now past the privilege of looking at her bank account every pay check day to ensure she could live off safely for the next month, she didn’t hold a single candle—not even the gigantic bath & body works 3-wicks candle—against what could possibly run down deep in rúben’s pocket. she didn’t need to look up his weekly salary—weekly, mind you!—on search bar to know so. take a look at the wall of rúben dias’ corner in her room and you’d get a good guess.

whoever implanted the idea that petroleum chemical engineering would bring abundance of fortune to adrianna’s pocket, surely never had the misfortune of dating someone in the same calibre as rúben dias of manchester city. she certainly had a hard time figuring out what kind of gift could be deemed acceptable for the rúben dias.

good lord, please help. or maybe rúben’s brother if lord was too busy taking another call.

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adrianna, at this point, didn’t know whether her heart was beating rapidly to match the drums played at the background or due to the nerves jumping up and down under her consciousness. all she knew was that whatever it is she was doing now was definitely on the scale of something she’d never done before, and the desire to give rúben only the best of her—in her capability, that is—was her only drive to play this crazy card.

crazy because she thought of all the things that’d need help arranging when she was so far away from where her boyfriend now and had no prior experience conducting this whole charade; not crazy because ivan thought his brother would want nothing else but what she had up in her sleeve. “crazy? this is probably the best gift he’ll have,” was ivan’s response when she confided her plan.

no matter how much ivan reassured her that her decision was brilliant—to the point he was very willing orchestrating everything else that was out of adrianna’s reach, in order for her plan to be perfectly executed—adrianna couldn’t stop herself from fidgeting her fingers on her lap. what if it still wasn’t enough for rúben?

what if she wasn’t enough for rúben?

if her sister whined once more about wanting to get married someone rich instead of finishing her study, she’d cut off her allowance for the rest of her life. it should serve her the reminder that it wasn’t easy to date someone that seemed… so larger than life. at least, her life.

yes, she’d seen a glimpse of what life next would bring to her back when they met for the first time at the airport. people started to made a sizable crowd around them, with their phone cameras pointed at rúben and her. the photos made the internet go berserk briefly and netizens tried to figure out who rúben’s newest, mystery girl was. but she could take that on, she’d thought. as long as they didn’t step over the boundaries, she understood that much. she was a fan of the jonas brothers herself a long time ago.

but now, as she stepped inside the packed etihad stadium for the last game of the season, she realised what dating rúben dias entailed. the cameras had been set up around the stadium, and it dawned on her that the crowd she went in together with today was only a miniscule part of city fans all over the world. what she did would affect rúben, and what if she took a wrong step? what if that wrong step was a sufficient reason to break their newly-embarked relationship?

adrianna felt like puking this very minute.

“you okay?”

ivan’s voice was enough to cancel her initial reaction of vomiting but not enough to conceal the shaky breath she took as she looked up to the man resembling rúben by the eyes. like his brother, this man harboured some sort of invisible power that unabled her to tell lies. but her mental breakdown was beyond comprehensive words at this point, and there was no way to summarize what she was feeling right now. so she swallowed every last bit of her sanity down the throat and took the seat beside the older man.

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rúben played excellently as usual, but it was nothing but expected of the backline captain. still, manchester city conceded two easy goals for the opponent. absolute shambles, especially when they were in tight positions to secure another premier league trophy. they lose and the trophy goes elsewhere.

having watched her boyfriend’s matches now, adrianna recognised the look of frustrations rúben sported. frustrated that his team could’ve done better, frustrated that his team were on the verge of giving up, frustrated that he couldn’t contribute better on the other goal end. they needed two more goals to make an epic comeback.

they were running so well for the whole season that adrianna couldn’t help but blame herself, should they lose in her presence. she was halfway believing it was because of her that the team was behind because it was supposed to be an easy team win. it was the day she decided to come to manchester to finally catch her boyfriend in action after all.

“you should text him,” ivan said when the referee blew the halftime whistle and adrianna watched as her boyfriend was walking towards the tunnel, shaking his head, obviously disgruntled at the result so far. “it’ll cheer him up.”

why bother on placing another jinx of misfortune towards rúben and his teammates?

maybe her idea of coming here was bound to doom.

“i don’t want to distract him, ivan.”

“contrary to your belief, you’re the reason he’s so focused, adrianna,” ivan clicked his tongue in disbelief. “you make him better than every day before. it never happens to my brother.”

maybe ivan was only saying it was a good one out of pity towards her, seeing that her plan was failing.

“whatever,” ivan continued, his voice matching his gruff exterior. “i sent him one picture of you already, thought that might fuel his spirit even more.”

should she? what if her text wasn’t enough to lift rúben up?

just as about adrianna was on the verge of giving in, she felt something running down her spine. that familiar shiver when you know someone was watching you from behind. but instead of fear, she felt warmth. the kind of warmth that only rúben could emit. be it his voice, his presence—him. she turned her line of sight to the direction of the grass pitch and there he was, standing tall and proud and unbothered like his reputation of wall of china while looking at her with eyes smeared with a little bit of disbelief, but zeroed on her nonetheless. contrasting the traditional centre back posture was his mega-watt smile, the one he never failed to show her whenever she picked up his video calls before greeting her with, “minha vida, meu amor, how are you today?”

the one she knew he reserved it only for her. because it never failed to make her feel like the only girl in the world at that moment, like she was the centre of his universe and nothing else mattered to him the most.

and at that moment, she knew rúben chose her because she was enough for him.

it was easy for them the first time they met, and it was easy now for her to feel the affection rúben loved to shower her unconditionally with.

and before her brain could take over the last piece of logic inside her, adrianna flashed him a grin that stretched from ear to ear at the view that reminded her of a chesire cat eager to play with alice in wonderland. her version of the smile that was only intended for rúben dias and only at rúben dias, no matter the time and place.

she waved at him involuntarily, the part of her body that had been missing him to bits since their airport encounter stole the start from her rationale, unable to contain the lingering that had been gnawing her heart for months now. fuck distance makes heart grow fonder, it softened the hell out of the organ she could combust if she didn’t get to touch her boyfriend when they were now this close to being together, physically and mentally.

she didn’t think his smile could grow any bigger but it did, as she waved at him. and the disbelief in his eyes turned into something else entirely. fierce, but elated. like he was so happy she was here that it was enough to fire again the determination and desire to grab the win from the back. like he’d finally found his reasoning and awakening altogether at the same time.

and it was enough for him to light up the spirit. of him, of his fellow defenders, of his team. of the stadium and the fans everywhere else in the world when he slotted another well-executed header into the opponent’s goal to level the score. it looked effortless; perfectly timed and executed by kevin.

and for rúben, effortless was something he grew accustomed to lately, despite some people calling him crazy for his “rash” decision. but he couldn’t blame people when they don’t exactly know the real meaning of the word, not when he knew they didn’t have adrianna to show him everything he needed to know about falling in love effortlessly. like his goal, his encounter with adrianna was perfectly timed. so for him, there was nothing else more suitable than a celebration to match the theme.

the portugese didn’t think twice when he ran to the other end from where the goal just went in, so fast his mates were screaming his name to slow down, and then he simply stood there with the same smile he knew she loved and knew only came out when he was with her. no grandiose gesture, he just straight on looked up at his girlfriend, now wearing the blue shirt he’d always dream to see her on. erupting crowd and back hugs from his teammates paled to the pride and proud she wore in her face as she looked down at him.

ilkay shook the stadium once more when his strike went past the goalie the last 3 minutes of the game, pretty much sealing the most coveted trophy in the football industry for the 4th time to manchester city. when the whistle finally blew, literally and figuratively, the crowd went wild to the point the players had to be rescued from the pitch towards the tunnel. rúben didn’t think twice to call ivan immediately as he reached the locker room to ask if they were safe and sound.

(well, the implied question was if adrianna was safe and sound.)

the roaring stadium couldn’t even conceal the palpitating beats inside his ribcage, the blood rushed to his ears faster than his regular pace that his phone had to alerted him to calm down. but how could he calm down when he just contributed the most important goal of his career, in the presence of the woman he loved? in the presence of the woman whom he knew must’ve taken half of her precious annual leave so bravely just to see him?

how could he calm down when he knew she was so close yet so far? when he knew he could’ve run upstairs just to have her in his arms for a minute before returning back in time for the trophy lift?

should he just forego this whole thing and be with her instead? he’d won 3 epl trophies before, the thrilling feeling shouldn’t be new anymore, right?

unfortunately, however, before he could execute his crazy escapade, the staff ushered the first team out to the field again for the one thing the entire building had been working on.

rúben waited in line for his turn to earn his silver medal with “4-time champion” inscribed on it and while doing so, he couldn’t help himself to look up to the tribune where adrianna was at. as soon as he saw the grin she was sporting, jumping up and down beside his brother ivan, looking as real and as regal as the first time he saw her, he smiled so wide john stones had to elbow him on the belly. “where’s the missus at? she here?”

rúben only answered the barnsley native with a nod towards his girlfriend, the grin on his face never perished. she waved again at him, her excitement so infectious that rúben couldn’t stop himself from blowing a kiss at her. john laughed at how corny that was but couldn’t bring himself to blame the portugese from being lovesick. being deserted by your ex just when you popped the question wasn’t something easy to comeback from. john was only glad he’d found a better match in all aspect for rúben, despite the distance the couple had to endure together.

the trophy lifted and paraded to every corner of the pitch, photos taken at every sequence, and now it was time for the family to congratulate their loved ones for the hard work they’d committed this past year. adrianna, included, although she only had the privilege recently.

despite the ardent crave to jump into rúben’s strong arms as soon as the portugese was in her sight, adrianna gave some space to the dias brothers to celebrate first. rúben had several times mentioned ivan and his cousin were two people that inspired him the most in regards to his professional career so she wouldn’t want to try to break the bond and respect that were shared between the two, and rúben swore he fell in love again once more when he realised the meaning behind her action.

as soon as rúben’s eyes diverted from ivan to her, adrianna didn’t hesitate to cut off the last remaining distance between them. and as soon as her head fitted under his palm and her legs hung around the back of his waist, rúben released the breath he didn’t know he was holding. at last, he muttered against her hair. who knew the smell of a shampoo could be so comforting?

at that moment, reality hit him. rúben dias had been too focused on chasing something—anything; trophies, titles, awards—that he forgot the meaning of home. and adrianna just handed it back on his plate.

it was so soothing how small she was in his arms, yet it felt like he had come back home. like he was holding his entire world in his embrace, and he couldn’t ask for anything else better, even if it meant that he had to undergo the whole failed proposal all over again.

“you’re here.”

“i am,”and there was the sound he’d been missing the most, clear as crystal. not the one he’d been hearing over the phone, through the endless video calls when he was about to sleep and she just woke up. “parabens, querido.”

“i must be dreaming,” rúbenhad to pull her closer to him—as if it was possible—to make sure she was here, in flesh and blood. “you can’t be real, you know? but i keep seeing you.”

adrianna pulled away from rúben’s lock around her, mirth glinted her eyes. “should i just go back to—”

“no,” rúben didn’t hold back as he kissed her. finally. her lips felt like the sweetest victory; for winning the title again, for waiting for her no matter how long it takes. and he devoured every last bit of it, slowly but sure, not wanting to miss any more detail. “you don’t know how long i’ve been praying to hold you like this again.”

“well, you got your wish,” rúben’s dropping bass tone to his voice sent shudders all over her body, both from the voice and the desperation that lingered behind his words. she kissed him once more to show she felt exactly the same and he hummed, as he felt her nipping his bottom lip. “happy birthday, benzinho. i hope you like your present because i don’t know what else to give you if you don’t like it.”

this time, rúben was the one who pulled away first, confusion written all over his face. “what, you think i’m not going to like it?”

“well, look around you, rúben,” adrianna casted a glance everywhere else but him, awkward and so unlike of her. “i can’t possibly compare to—”

“you’re the best thing i could ever ask for, gatinha,” rúben moved up his hands from her waist to cup her face, the sharp jawline contrasted the soft glimmer in the beautiful eyes he loved. “doesn’t matter if it happens on my birthday this year, next year, next decade—i want you and i will always ask for you until the day comes. you’re the reason i start looking forward for tomorrow, knowing you’re awake already when i wake up, and you’re the reason i want to be better everyday so that one day, when the day comes, i can be the man that deserves you entirely.”

“rúben—”

before adrianna could say anything else that described the way his words swayed her world, rúben closed the vacant space between their lips, effectively shutting her up. “i don’t know what’s that pretty mind of yours have been thinking but te amo, meu amor. you’re my love and my life, meu anjo, and i don’t want it any other way.”

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This fancy, ornate 1900 home should be at least $1M, but it's in Jasper, Alabama, has 5bd, 3.5ba, and is priced at $650K.

Isn't this an amazing entrance hall?

This sitting room is a little broody, but look at the fabric rosette on the ceiling.

The dining room has detailed molding on the walls, an ornate fireplace and a decorative treatment on the ceiling.

The kitchen is gigantic. It has intricate cabinetry, a rounded fireplace, large area for everyday dining, and a big family room.

I don't know where it's from, but there's an art theme in the powder room.

The main bedroom is sophisticated and tranquil.

Pass thru a closet before you get to the en-suite.

The en-suite has a jetted soaker tub, stained glass window, a sink vanity and a pedestal sink, too, plus a shower.

Nice hall, and to the right is a small foyer with a dresser and a lattice screen is the doorway to the bath.

Upstairs landing.

Another bedroom- there are 5, all spacious.

This connecting room looks like a library.

The home has 2 acres of land.

And, from this aerial view you can see that it has an inground pool.

#greek revival home #old house dreams #houses #house tours #home tour

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Price of love (Chapter 4)

Warnings: Angst. Talk of injury. Crying. Torture mentioned. Talk of needles (indirect). Let me know if I missed any.

Note: I got the inspiration for the one section from this quote from Friends. You can listen to the poem about being the moon, Here. Thank you for reading <3

Word Count ~ 3903

You got back to the headquarters and helped those who care for the dead get them off the jet. While there were less than expected, it still hurt. You were then tasked with giving your debrief to Fury. You entered his office and went to start rambling. "Agent, are you alright? You are really pale. Did you go get checked out at the med bay first?"

You bowed your head. "I can't go to the complex; I am an embarrassment."

He sighed tapping his pen. "I will get Helen to come to your apartment at headquarters if you promise to follow what she says to do."

Your eyes went wide with shock. "Thank you so much." You felt great appreciation for Fury, and he was always so accommodating. You gave him a short-winded version of the mission before heading to that apartment. While waiting for Helen to show up you got a large plastic tablecloth and laid it across the couch and onto the floor so that the blood would be an easy cleanup. You removed the top of your suit so that the wound could be got at easier.

The doorbell rang a little bit later and when you saw it was the doctor, you welcomed her in. Helen cut straight to the case and started to look at the gunshot wound. “There is no exit wound which means that the bullet is still inside of you. I need to get you to a facility where we can do an x-ray and probably surgery. There is a med bay in this building that is capable of those things if you would feel more comfortable.”

You nodded. “Yes, thank you.”

After the surgery and you came to, Dr. Cho allowed you to head back to your apartment to heal. With strict instructions take your antibiotics and constant rest for 1 week. You were to have anything you needed, delivered to the apartment and were not to leave. “Okay.” You swallowed thickly; how would you explain this? And to whom? Bucky was only into you for money, and Nat was in on it. “Sam.” You whispered to yourself. He had seemed just as betrayed as you had when he was told the news.

You pulled out your phone and dialled Sam’s number. “Hey Sunshine, how have you been I haven’t heard from you since before the mission.” You sighed at his cheerfulness. Maybe calling him was a mistake. “Is something wrong?”

You hummed into the phone. “Could you come to apartment 24A in the SHIELD headquarters?”

Fear crept into his mind. “Yeah, I will be there in a few minutes. Is there anyone else I should bring?”

“No, and please don’t tell anyone where you are going.” You said goodbye and then hung up. Not even 20 minutes later there was a knock on your door. You got up to get it and peeked to see who it was. Careful not to jostle your left arm in its sling you opened the door to Sam. He went to hug you but stopped when he saw your sling. “How is everybody back at the compound?” You asked before he got a chance to question things.

“A couple of cuts and bruises here and there, but I think Bucky isn’t doing great mentally either. I am more concerned about you. We haven’t seen you since the battlefield, where we only saw you for a little bit. What are you doing here, and why is your arm in a sling?”

You welcomed him in so that you could explain better. Telling him to make himself at home you went to grab something. “I will be taking over a new team because I can’t be at the compound anymore. Do you think you could give this back to Bucky? I am sure he didn’t mean to give it to me.” It was a jacket that he had given you when it started to rain on one of your dates. “But as for the mission, I was saving someone’s life, and I got shot in the shoulder. I am just glad that they are okay. Now for the reason, I asked you here. I am not allowed to leave this apartment for at least a week, so I was hoping you would be able to help me out. And well, I don’t really have any friends right now so I was hoping we could keep in contact, because I will be lonely.”

He gently gave you a hug. “Of course, I don’t mind helping you out, and I would love to keep up contact. I think that Bucky is really upset about you leaving though.” You shake your head dismissively. “No really, you should have heard him get mad at Steve.”

Unbelieving swam in your eyes as you looked up at him. “Can you also promise me that no one will know about your visits here and that you have seen me at all?”

You could see that he was struggling with his thoughts, but he finally agreed. You sat there talking for a good while, and when Sam finally got up to leave, he accidentally left the jacket behind.

“So if you don’t mind me asking, who did you save from getting shot?” Sam prodded at your daily meeting. He didn’t have to come every day, you had told him so, but he insisted on making sure you knew that you weren’t alone.

“I feel like you already have a hunch at least. But it was Bucky.” You tried to whisper the last part.

He nodded as you had just confirmed his thoughts. “You know, he hasn’t been the same since you left before the mission. Like sure he has always been gloomy and a grump, but it is like he turned that dial up since then.”

Shame crossed your face as you thought about what you should do in a situation like this.

“Hey, he was a jerk with what he did, but I don’t think he was faking any of it. I’m not saying you have to get along, but you should at least come by the tower to let him know you are okay.”

Nodding your head you got up to look at the calendar. “Actually I will be coming by the tower when my rest order has been lifted. An antidote for the scentless fumes that were in the air of the hydra facility was developed and I have to help administer it because I was one of the only ones trained to.” You shrugged sitting back down.

“Wait, we were exposed to something?” Sam asked slightly panicked.

You gently rested your good hand on his arm. But you looked confused. “Yeah, did nobody tell you? It is entirely treatable, however, if left for 6 months to a year it could become fatal. Luckily, the cure was easy to figure out, at least for most people. Some people have to have some form of accommodation for it.” you explained hoping to ease some of his worries. You chatted a bit more, about your lives and the latest news from the Avengers.

As he was getting ready to leave, Sam said, "You know, you don't have to do this alone. If you ever need someone to talk to or someone to have your back, I'm here for you."

You smiled at him. "Thanks, Sam. That means a lot."

You read through the process of administering the antidote again, just to make sure you knew exactly how to do it. A week after administering it to the general group, you would be helping to administer it to those who would need accommodations, including yourself, because you had to wait until you were off of your pain and antibiotic meds.

Helen came up to your apartment the day before you were scheduled to help at the tower. “You look like you are healing well, I am glad. Can I take a look at the wound?” You nodded moving your shirt from your shoulder. “It’s a little irritated but that is normal, especially with the kind of gauze you are using. I brought some really soft stuff to put on there, but I also recommend that you don’t wear anything too tight on your shoulder for the next while. Have you been following all my orders?”

You nodded explaining about Sam coming over and helping with things. Helen left with the suggestion that you get some sleep. You took her advice knowing that you would need your energy to deal with people tomorrow.

You got up the next day and got dressed, after changing the dressing on your wound with the soft gauze Helen left. You gathered your things and thoughts before heading down to the medical center in the building. You were instructed where the injections would take place, and that you would get a thirty-minute break for lunch.

When you got to the room that was set aside for administering the antidote, you noticed that a station was set up for you with the injections, and a machine to send the electrical shock. You made sure that everything you might’ve needed was there where you could find it, and then you took a seat. As you waited for the patients to show up you carefully stretched out your shoulder.

Sam entered with Bucky and Steve at his sides. He saw you and his face immediately lit up. He then came over leaving the other two confused to check on how you were doing.

“Still stiff, but healing. I’ve been told I’m a tough cookie.” You giggled at the words you had taken from a previous conversation with Sam. He gave you a gentle hug.

Steve and Bucky exchanged a glance. “Since when are those two close?” Steve asked causing Bucky to shrug.

“Where has she been for the past week?” Bucky asked back, getting no response from his friend.

All of a sudden, they heard Natasha’s voice. “Is there a reason why you two are stopping anyone from entering?” They both realized they were standing right in the way and moved, but Nat froze when she saw you at your station.

You looked over to the door upon hearing her voice, and when you made eye contact you sent a soft smile to the three standing there staring. Sam felt for you, while he had never been in your place, he had felt the hurt radiating off of you and Bucky for the past week. “Are you ready for your shot?”

He glanced over at the rest of them before nodding and sitting in the chair in front of you. “I will be giving you the injection in your left arm and then I will turn the machine on that will give a small shock that shouldn’t hurt, this antidote works the best and spreads faster with electrical current. I will need your height and weight, to give the correct dosage, and not too big of a shock. If you don’t know it there is a station at the back of the room to check.” You explained running through the script you had been taught.

Sam smiled as he gave you his measurements and you got his dose and proper shock level. Once everything was ready and he gave the go ahead you gave him his injection and shock. The main thing he felt afterwards was a bit of tingling in his right arm where you administered the shock.

After his 15-minute wait period was up, everyone started to take other agents. Steve, Nat, and Bucky all came over to your station. You gave them polite smiles as Nat was the first to sit down you explained the procedure to her and got on with it, sending her over to one of the chairs, while you started with Steve. Having to take into consideration the serum coursing through his veins.

When he was done and sitting in one of the chairs off to the side Bucky tried to sit in the chair, but you just shook your head. “You will get this in a week, to accommodate for your differences.”

You said trying not to reveal why to the general public. “What do you mean my differences?”

You sighed. “You will get one that does not need to shock you because, the electricity will not be good for you, but don’t worry I will be getting mine then too.” You stated matter of factly. His confused look doesn’t fade as you take the next agent into your chair.

“Weight and height please.” You said as you prep your instruments.

“Wow is he really that pathetic that he has to get an accommodation for this.” The agent laughed, really irritating you.

“Weight and height.” You demanded.

“You don’t need to know any of that just give me the shot.” You rolled your eyes at his disrespect and re-explained why you needed them. He gave you some numbers that you could tell were random numbers.

You gave him the shot and then administered the shock and he yelped. “You did this on purpose, bitch.”

You tried to remain calm with everyone staring at you. “It wouldn’t have hurt if you gave me proper measurements.” He continued to milk the shock for pity.

“You would not hold up under torture.” You said having had enough of him.

“Oh, what, and you would.”

“I did.” You snapped before getting up and leaving the room for your 30-minute break. You got to the nearest empty room and broke down. After a few minutes, the door to the room opened and Bucky carefully entered. You wiped your face to make it look like you were okay.

“Hey, are you okay?” He looked concerned causing you to scoff.

“Yeah, just peachy.” Trying to hold yourself together you looked at him. Your resolve quickly faded when you saw the sadness on his face. Without even thinking he rushed over to hold you. His comforting touch made you cry even harder.

“Shh, just breathe for me, Doll. I promise you never have to go through that again.” He cooed into your hair, thinking that you were upset about your time in torture. Now don’t get me wrong, that definitely was still something you struggled with but that’s not what was making you that upset.

“I knew better.” This really confused Bucky, but he continued to rub your back comfortingly. “I knew he gave me false information, and I knew it would hurt him. I’m no better than Her.” The her that you mention perplexed Bucky, but he knew the most important thing right now was to get you calm.

He squeezed you a little tighter but then he hears you whimper. “What’s wrong, Doll? Did I hurt you?” You shrugged, unsure of how to tell him. He released his tight hold on you, and you calmed down for the most part. The pain was rather centring.

The first thing you said confused Bucky. “One week from today will be your time for your antidote.”

He didn’t know why you were bringing that up now. “A little off-topic, but while we're on it do you mind me asking why you are having yours then too?”

You had hoped that he would pick up on that and you could use it to explain your injury, but now that he had you found yourself panicking. “That’s when I am off my antibiotics and pain meds, we don’t know how my body would react to all of them at the same time.” You nervously said as you wait for his reaction.

“What happened why are you on pain meds?” Bucky said in a frenzy.

You took off the sweater you had over top of your tank top to allow Bucky to see the gauze. When you looked down at it you realize it was time for you to change it. You headed over to your bag to grab the gauze and cream.

Bucky was following close, watching you carefully, concern coated his features. You sat on one of the tables so that you could rebandage the wound up. As you took the gauze off of your shoulder Bucky gasped.

He came closer to inspect. “What happened?”

You just shook your head, why did him worrying send butterflies through you? You were supposed to be mad at him. “I got shot a while back, but I couldn’t be around the tower recently, so I received treatment in my apartment.”

His heart dropped when he realized what you meant by not being able to be around the tower. “Look, Doll…”

You shook your head as you finished changing the gauze. “I’m sorry my break is up, but maybe we can talk later.” Putting your sweater back on and leaving the room you released a breath that you had been holding since he entered.

He followed back to the main room where Natasha asked you a question. “Are you okay, Лунн��й свет?”

You nodded getting back to your station. “Yep, I’m fine Natasha.”

Being called Natasha by you stung since you only used to call her Habiba, or rarely Natalia.

You got back to work as she went over to join Bucky who was still staring at you. “Is she okay?” Nat asked breaking him out of his thoughts.

“Hmm, oh, no, but she doesn’t want to talk about it right now.” He mentioned not taking his eyes off of you. “Why do you call her moonlight?” Finally looking over at Nat, he asked.

A soft smile graced her face. “Well, to be honest, it is kinda complicated, but I will try my best to explain. She reflects light from around her, she isn’t always the source of her own and I think the most important part is that the sun has no choice but to shine, but she has fought through the darkness and still chooses to project the light. Despite what Steve said, she already knows that the world isn’t all sunshine and rainbows, probably better than most of the people here.” She glanced around the room at the agents.

“That’s a very poetic way to put it,” Bucky mentioned with a small smile.

“I saw a poem about being the moon online and it just fit her so perfectly,” Nat said with a laugh.

You heard Nat’s laugh for the first time in weeks, and it made your heart ache. When you glanced over it made you miss her more than the feeling of betrayal, which has mostly faded by now anyway.

Sam was still sitting over to the side, having not been informed that he could leave, and saw the forlorn look on your face. “Y/N?” He said getting your attention.

“What are you still doing here Sam?” Waving off your question he came closer to talk.

“Are you actually, okay? And I don’t just mean physically.”

You softly shook your head. “I miss how I felt before everything went down. I miss the feeling of laughing with my best friend. I miss feeling Bucky hug me even though he only did it a couple of times. I just miss the way things were.” Tears started to well in your eyes, as Sam pulled you into a hug.

“I know, but what if things can be like that again? I’m not saying whether they deserve it or not, that choice lies with you, but I want you to be happy.” You nodded thinking about what you wanted to do. You knew that things would never be one hundred percent the same as before but maybe they could be better than that, and if it failed you had a way out thanks to Fury.

After you finished for the day you texted Nat and asked if you two could meet somewhere. Natasha was excited that you had texted her first. She agreed and gave a location.

You headed there before you lost your nerve. “Hi. Look I want to apologize for going no contact for over a week.”

Natasha just smiled and shook her head. “I don’t blame you, I’m sorry you felt betrayed by me. I promise I told them that it was a bad idea.”

You held up your hand to stop her rambling. “Look, I don’t really want to talk about that. I just want us back the way we were before if that’s okay with you Habiba.” Nat nodded and gave you a big hug. She had been missing her best friend to do her usual after-mission activities.

Great, one down, one to go. You made plans to get coffee tomorrow, while you were both still free. Now what did you want from Bucky? Was Sam right in saying that he had been distraught since you left? Could you properly trust him again? Why did that have to be so hard? You decided that maybe the first step was to move back into the tower to see how things happened naturally. You headed back to the SHIELD headquarters to grab your suitcase to bring back to the tower.

When you got to what was your room, you saw someone walk out of it. An agent you didn’t know.

“Hi, can I help you?” She asked trying to be polite.

“Umm, no, I guess not.” You answered dejectedly. Maybe that was life’s cruel way of telling you that things weren’t going to work out.

While you were staring at the wall, Bucky came by this floor. “Hey, doll, are you okay?” Butterflies filled your stomach at the nickname.

You shook your head. “It’s been like what 2 weeks, and I don’t have a room here anymore.” Your voice was full of emotion that made his heartache.

“Didn’t Tony tell you that you have a new room that is on the floor with the rest of us Avengers?” That made no sense because you hadn’t been there in 2 weeks, how could Tony have known you would be coming back? “Here, let me show you.” He grabbed your bag and headed toward the elevator, as your cheeks dusted pink from his touch. The things he did to you.

You got to the elevator in awkward silence. “Look Doll, I want to apologize for not telling Steve off sooner. I miss you so much. You are worth so much more to me than any money.” You tried to believe what he was telling you but at the same time, you were not sure if you could trust him again. The elevator stopped on a floor too early for you to get off. The doors opened to reveal Steve, who was standing there a little bit awkwardly. You could feel the tension when he got on the elevator.

After you went your separate ways, you turned to Bucky. “Don’t stay mad at him too long. I know what it’s like to miss your best friend.”

Bucky hummed taking your words into consideration. “Here we are.” He mentioned when you stopped outside of the room that would now be yours. Setting your bag down he gave you a nod before heading on his way to not overstep.

Taking your bag into your room, you sat it down by the dresser before sitting on your bed even more confused than when you began. “Maybe Sam was telling the truth.” You thought to yourself as you got up to start to unpack.

Chapter 5

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MAJOR MATT MASON - MAN IN SPACE

Major Matt Mason, Mattel’s Man in Space. This is an original 1966 release, as the straps on his space suit are blue. All subsequent versions of the figures had black straps.

Mattel took full advantage of young Americans’ fascination with the space program by releasing the Major Matt Mason line of astronaut action figures in 1966.

Sgt. Storm on the Space Sled, a flying jet ski-like personal transport.

There were initially three color-coded 6-inch astronaut figures in the line: Major Matt Mason was in a white space suit, Sgt. Storm was in a red space suit, and Mason’s civilian scientist buddy, Doug Davis, wore a yellow suit. In 1968 a fourth astronaut, African-American Jeff Long, made the scene in a blue spacesuit.

Long’s addition to the line was a bold move on Mattel’s part, as the astronaut program at NASA during that time was lily white.

Astronaut Jeff Long, who appeared nearly 20 years before Guion Bluford became the first black American to orbit Earth.

The figures were a rubber-like body over a thin wire armature - similar to the Gumby and Pokey toys - with molded plastic heads. The wire armatures and pliable bodies made the figures extremely posable.

All four astronauts lived and worked on the Moon, which was pretty darn cool. The coolest thing about the Major and his crew, though, was that - initially, at least - all their equipment was based on actual designs and prototypes developed for the space program.

Doug Davis, first civilian on the Moon.

And boy, was there a LOT of equipment and accessories: a flying Space Sled, a Cat Trac one-man tractor, a moon suit, a Space Crawler that used rotating “legs” instead of wheels, and a whole bunch more up to and included a multi-storey Space Station play set (although it really was a Moon Base).

The Space Station play set in all its glory.

The Space Station was modular, and you could make it taller or shorter by adding or subtracting pieces of the red pylons. The idea was for kids to have several Space Stations of varying heights, because Major Matt Mason had a ziipline accessory that enabled him to travel between them.

The Moon Crew in their color-coded spacesuits.

In fact, there were so many gadgets and accessories that, even with mid-1960s prices, I’m sure many parents would have had to take out a second mortgage in order to afford them all.

Doug Davis wearing a specialized back pack while riding his Space Sled.

Unfortunately for me, the only accessory I ever received was the rather prosaic Cat Trac. It wasn’t as exciting as the Space Sled, or as zippy as the Jet Pack (there were a few different versions), or battery-powered like the Space Crawler. Nevertheless, I used my imagination to make the most of it.

The Cat Trac: looked cool at first glance, but it was only a hollow piece of molded plastic. Would’ve scored much higher on the coolness scale if the tracks at least moved.

The Moon Suit, based on an actual prototype developed by Grumman.

The Space Bubble was essentially a rickshaw on the Moon: One man did all the work while another just relaxed in the back.

The Space Crawler, the creme de la creme of the Major Matt Mason transport toys. This guy crawled along at a pretty decent clip, and due to its “legs” it could cover some rugged terrain.

It wasn’t long, however, before someone at Mattel became bored with the relatively realistic theme of the Major Matt Mason line. Their solution: introduce science fiction elements to make things more exciting.

Captain Lazer, mysterious alien friend to Major Matt Mason and crew.

The first was the introduction in 1967 of Captain Lazer, who was so different from the rest of the line that there is speculation that he was intended for another line of figures entirely, or acquired from a Japanese company (his helmet reminds me of the Toei tokusatsu hero Captain Ultra, which was airing in Japan at the time).

Captain Lazer was 12 - almost 13 - inches tall, towering over Mason and the other astronauts. His body was made of hard plastic The head rotated at the neck, the arms rotated at the shoulders, and the legs rotated at the hips, but that was the extent of his articulation. He had battery powered glowing red eyes and chest plate, as well as the laser pistol that was attached permanently to his hand. There were attachments that connected to the pistol to change its appearance. All in all, he looks like a pulp magazine or Golden Age comic book version of a space hero.

Good guy alien Callisto.

Evil alien Scorpio.

Then there were the aliens Callisto and Scorpio. These were both in scale with the astronaut figures, and came with various gimmicks and accessories. Callisto, listed as Mason’s friend from Jupiter, had a rubber and wire armature body. Scorpio was an evil alien had battery-powered glowing eyes.

A first edition version of the good Major.

The astronauts’ equipment became typical science fiction props, like the Firebolt Space Cannon, assorted hand-held weapons, the Super Power Set (think Ripley’s exosuit cargo loader from Aliens), and the Gamma Ray-Gard (a projectile firing toy).

Major Matt Mason even got his own Big Little Book. This is the only surviving piece of my MMM collection.

I had a lot of fun with the few Major Matt Mason toys I had, as did everyone I knew who had some. There were, unfortunately, two major problems with the figures that reduced their enjoyment and playability factors.

First, the wire armatures were extremely thin and broke within a matter of days. The wire would then stick out through the rubber body, poking you in the hand every time you picked the figure up. Meanwhile, the limb the wire was attached to would flop around uselessly.

Second, the paint on the rubber bodies began to flake off almost immediately, exposing the black base. I remember finding paint flecks all over my hands and clothes each time I played with the figures. At a price in 1966 of around $2.37 (approximately $22.00 today), the figures weren’t inexpensive, and I know my folks couldn’t afford to replace them.

Sadly, just as America lost its interest in the space program due to severe problems at home (the Vietnam War, Watergate, the oil crisis, rampant inflation), so did kids lose interest in Major Matt Mason. Mattel cancelled the line abruptly in 1972 and never looked back.

Nevertheless, the Major and his crew have remained favorites of that generation. Tom Hanks has been trying to get a Major Matt Mason film made for years.

And the Major was a big hit with NASA. He reportedly been to space as a crew member on several missions of the space shuttle, including Senator John Glenn’s shuttle mission in 1998. Heck, I wouldn’t be surprised if you found him somewhere on the International Space Station.

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𝐆𝐢𝐥𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐯𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧

𝗠𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗥𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟭𝟴 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩

Gil's dad is a real psycho, poor Gibby ༼;´༎ຶ ۝ ༎ຶ༽

Note: Translation is not 100% accurate. Expect grammatical errors.

// : alternate translation | ⫘⫘ : flashback

When I headed for Rhodolite, I had only the faintest of hopes of meeting the little rabbit.

I never intended to bring her back to Obsidian.

When the rose that tells the time, which is said to be used in the selection of the king, falls, the farewell will surely come.

However, for some reason, the thought that Akatsuki might make it impossible for me to see the little rabbit for the rest of my life made me act in a way that was inexplicable even to myself.

(I never thought I would bring Little Bunny to such a dirty place.)

The castle of Obsidian, the land of deceit and corruption, is painted with blood, unlike the castle of the land of roses.

In the square where we are walking now, as many people as there are stars have been executed at the sole discretion of the Emperor.

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Gilbert: "... Al... bert…"

Gilbert: "Mother…?"

Gilbert: "Ah—..."

Gilbert: "...... AAAAAH!"

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(... I knew this place wouldn't suit you.)

(This is not the kind of place for Little Bunny to live.)

I shake off the clinging memories and put on my usual smile.

Gilbert: "The first thing you want to do when you get to Obsidian is have an audience with the Emperor, right? You're so serious."

Emma: "… Since I'll be staying here, I thought I should say hello."

(… I wonder if Chevalier told her to go find out what's going on inside.)

Inviting the little rabbit into the bosom means that the information will eventually reach Chevalier, who is behind it.

It's a pain, but considering it's in exchange for the time I spend with the little rabbit, I'd say it's an equal price to pay.

Gilbert: "—…It's already midnight, but that's okay."

We walk around the square with the little rabbit's small hand in tow.

I just want to pull her away from this place as soon as possible, and I just can't help but quicken my steps.

Gilbert: "I'll let you meet him."

Emma: "Uh…"

Gilbert: "So, I'll let you meet the Emperor. It's the only time you'll get to meet him."

Emma: "I-Is that okay?"

(… It's no good.)

Gilbert: "It's originally not possible. The Emperor doesn't allow basic audiences day or night."

Gilbert: "But I'll give you special permission."

Gilbert: "I have the utmost respect for your bravery in wanting to meet the blood-crazed Emperor."

(You knew the emperor was in trouble when you started asking around about the Blood-Stained Rose Day.)

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His Majesty the Emperor: "—Ah, I killed your brother and mother. What about it?"

Gilbert: "Nothing..."

Gilbert: "Don't you feel anything?"

His Majesty the Emperor: "Well... it wasn't fun; neither of them begged for their lives until the very end, and then they died quietly."

His Majesty the Emperor: "I like the sound of a death-defying scream. And yet those two... are nothing short of a disappointment." // "I love the sound of a dying man's death screams. But those two... are nothing short of a disappointment."

Gilbert: "——……"

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(He was naturally a madman; the fallen beast of Rhodolite was still a cute little thing.)

(I can't believe she wants to meet such an emperor who loves killing, indulges in pleasure, and enjoys a momentary way of life...)

Gilbert: "You have a lot of questions, don't you?"

Gilbert: "Just be careful. If you say something bad, you'll be killed."

I can feel her fear through our clasped hands.

This is a normal human reaction.

(——Hehe, I'm glad I killed him then.)

The mad emperor is gone.

It is the biggest secret that Obsidian has today that neither the little rabbit nor many other people know.

(I wonder how she will react... I'm looking forward to it.)

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The sound of shoes echoes in the space where moonlight shines through the huge windows.

There is also the jet-black chair that only the top of the evil empire, feared throughout the continent, is allowed to sit in.

It is like being built on a pile of corpses.

The history of Obsidian is spun by invasion and pillage.

It is a country that specializes in trampling on the well-being of others to feed itself. // It is a country that excels at trampling on the happiness of others to feed itself.

There is no way that the throne of the king can be beautiful.

I let go of the puzzled little rabbit and went alone to the throne.

Each step of the staircase reminds me of it.

(Yeah… I'm not really the kind of person who can be with the little rabbit.)

(Rhodolite was just the last dream I had…)

(Finally, we're back to reality.)

I sit down on a cold, jet-black throne.

The little rabbit that can be seen from here is too far away.

Gilbert: "Welcome to Obsidian?"

Crossing my legs and propping myself up on my elbows, I look down at the little rabbit.

Even though she's far away, I can only feel the confusion.

Emma: "The Emperor... Your Majesty…"

Gilbert: "I told you my name is Gilbert von Obsidian, didn't I?"

Gilbert: "Only one person in the country can use the name Obsidian."

Gilbert: "Only the emperor."

Emma: "But Gilbert called himself a prince..."

Gilbert: "It's not a lie, okay? Well, I'm a former prince, to be exact."

(—Did you know? Miss Bunny.)

(I was "Kloss" before I called myself Obsidian.)

(I had to call myself that if I wanted to be a prince, but I hated it to the point of nausea.)

(They are the kind of family that would flatter and laugh at the emperor even if their relatives were executed.)

Emma: "… Why…"

Emma: "… Whenever we talked about the Emperor, Gilbert always seemed to be talking about something else!"

Gilbert: "I was talking about the former emperor."

Gilbert: "I killed him."

Gilbert: "… Oh, no. That was a top national secret."

Her face, which is usually as charming as a baby rabbit, is stained with despair.

It's almost as if I've betrayed your expectations—

It may have been the decisive moment that destroyed the relationship we had built.

(I can only hurt you. And yet you—)

(You really are an idiot.)

Gilbert: "You thought I was acting according to the will of the Emperor, didn't you?"

Gilbert: "All invasions of other countries are ordered by His Majesty the Emperor—yes, that's right."

Gilbert: "My intention is Obsidian's intention."

(I'm never the kind of guy you're going to like.)

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