#BARK BARK I love getting fucked 😜

[yesmissnyx]

Submissive tops who pant and moan and whine while they fuck their Dom...helplessly rutting their hips, their pace stuttering as they struggle to not cum...

Doing ALL the work, so their Dom can just lay there and enjoy themselves 💞

[rayrayor]

Hey Kat! @mybrainismelted

Here is Drabble challenge 34 , as asked.

“ You work for me. you are my slave “

Please note, GILF ( Ginger I’d Like to F@*k )

Ian was finally home after ten years in the military, two Purple Hearts, and a Medal of Honor. Gnarly chest scars and nightmares about the brothers he could not save. He was not ready to go into EMT work yet but needed routine.

Mandy Milkovich. Bestie and Beard since freshman year. Flew out to Walter Reed and held his hand, making sure he wanted to still live. Now a regular at his and Carl's apartment. Her brothers owned Kings of the Southside Ink and her brother Mickey, the star tattooist, temperamental shit and hot beyond the dirty, angry older brother who would flop on the couch and give him and Mandy crap.

He was also in need of an assistant and receptionist, and somehow Mandy talked Ian into the job. After two weeks, he understood why the position was open. The appointment book was a mess, their insta needed an upgrade, and the complimentary beverage and snack service reminded Ian of the psych hospital.

And then there was his direct boss, Mickey. Surly and sexy, the man had no filter and no boundaries. Hard working for a man you either wanted to strangle or suck off. It was also harder as his phone blew up each day with the requests, demands, and ramblings of the raven-haired thug.

He had just come back from his run when the phone vibrated.

Pocket Jefe: Hey, is the place you get coffee the place with the coffee I like?☹️

GILF: You drink it black; literally, anywhere I go has the coffee you like.

Pocket Jefe: That’s what I pay you for; how the fuck would I know which shop? I never go to any.

GILF: That’s because your ass was banned from like 9 by the shop because of your donut tantrums.

Pocket Jefe: What, you don’t care about donuts?”

GILF : Well, I am always a fan of a glazed hole.😜

Pocket Jefe:🖕🏻

Back at the shop, Mickey was beet red, grabbed his coffee, and fled to his station.

——————————

Ian was enjoying the quiet of Staples, which he knew would not last. His phone lit up with photo of a sleeve of gears  and lilies, Mickey.

Pocket Jefe:🎤 Whips and chains excite me.

GILF: Are you asking or telling me? 

Pocket Jefe: Keep up the Gallagher. Song. What’s the name of the song with those lyrics?

GILF : Ok, again, I cannot read your mind; I need a little more than your professing love of BDSM for me. Which FYI , I am a fan. You a power bottom by chance? Also, it’s Rhiana, S&M.

Pocket Jefe: Jeez, this assistant of mine makes my dick twitch.

Pocket Jefe: Shit, did I send you a text by accident? FYI, not about you.

GLIF: What text, Mick? 

Pocket Jefe: Don’t worry, your pretty head, sweetheart, just get back here, oh, and bring me a big ass snickers. 🍫

Ian smiled and filed the information he had just given away for a later date.

———————————— 

Ian had just settled after a long day of explaining to Iggy that if he did not write down appointments, Ian could not add them. He had ice cream, jacked off to a certain pair of blue eyes, and was about to watch Drag Race. He had just settled in when his phone almost vibrated off the coffee table.

Pocket Jefe: WTF, Gallagher! You asked Colin about ink?

Pocket Jefe: What you don’t trust me, that stings, man. ☹️

Pocket Jefe: I do much better scar coverage.

Pocket Jefe: not being nosy, but saw those when you changed into a skin-tight tee. This is a semi-professional atmosphere Army, not a rub-in tug.

GILF: I never asked you cause last time I mentioned your work, you were your usually grumpy prick self and threatened to stab me with your Taco Bell spork. You were watching me change; I used to charge guys to see that. So you think of yourself as my pimp? 

Pocket Jefe: Fuck you, is what I think. Enough of this touchy-feely bullshit. Enough chitchat; my appointment is running late. Can you go feed Carl Barks and Noodles for me? Oh, and get me some Pringles, a BBQ, and a pack of smokes. You know the code to my loft.👍

GILF: You know I am off, right?”

Pockey Jefe: You get off when I tell you to get off. You work for me. You are my slave. "C'mon, please.“

GILF: Fucking fine, you need me to peel you a grape too?  🤬

Pocket Jefe: I mean, I wouldn’t say no. Seriously, when you get there, just text me and let me know everything is fine. If you want to stay, we can maybe talk about a coverup piece or something.

GILF: Ohhhh, can we have pizza and a sleepover too?

Pocket Jefe: Your pushing it, keep talking back, and your going from slave to sex slave.

Pocket Jefe: Umm, damn autocorrect, sax slave, not sex 🎷

GILF: Whoring me out to Kenny G? 🥹Bummer.

Pocket Jefe: 🖕🏻

Ian grinned. He was about to get either fired or fucked; he hoped for the latter.

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Mickey was just cleaning up his station, and his focus was not on his big fat tip from this work.

Ian Gallagher.

He secretly crushed on the gangly redhead when he would hang with Mandy. He knew about Ian’s history as a medic and the almost-life-ending injury that ended his career. But he saved five that day, who, by accounts, should not have survived the firefight. Deep scars were over that broad chest and hard abs. The story made those scars beautiful. He was always flustered around Gallagher, but he thought he hid it well. 

His phone vibrated, he glanced, his mouth went dry, and the warm tingle went to his crotch. Gallagher sent a photo.

Tight Kings tee, a truly Godzilla-size cock trying to break out of blue boxer briefs. A motherfucking collar. And on a silver platter no less, a small whip, a chain, grapes, and a big ass tube of strawberry lube. 

A text 

GILF: Waiting for you to tell me when I can get off; may I peel you a grape in the meantime, sir? 🫦

Mickey grabbed his keys and jogged out to his car, eager to go blow Ian’s sax. 

[eleanor-bradstreet]

20 Questions for Fic Writers!

Thank you for the tags @suspendingtime, @colettebronte and @fayes-fics 💙 Following Faye's lead and answering while inebriated 😅 Saturday night fam...

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

24 thus far. I should toss LMBYA on there - I think it may be well received.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

144,232

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Just Bridgerton. It's the only thing that has stirred my soul to write for since I was a teenager...

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

On AO3:

Love to Spare  135

Young at Heart 128

Touch 126

A Brother's Love 122

Willow Bark 98

Tumblr notes:

Still Going 1730

Touch (my next top 5 are the Touch series at 3777 cumulatively)

Locked Out 417

Gala 395

Young At Heart 300

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Absolutely. Every single comment gets a response because that level of engagement from readers deserves celebration and recognition. It makes my heart soar.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

LOL HAVE YOU MET ME? I have something of a reputation... But if I had to pick, I'd say Number Ten and I'll Be Seeing You rank as my top angstiest endings for A & B Bridgerton respectively.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Hmmm. Young At Heart was for sure the fluffiest thing I've ever written. But I have a soft spot for the tooth-rotting sweetness of Two Lines and A Special Day.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Fortunately no. I haven't encountered any negativity for my fics yet. The Bridgerton fan community has been lovely.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I do, but I don't feel that it's my strong suit. It started just for Benophie but I have branched into x Reader. I don't think I'm great at it. I prefer to write whump and angst.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

No, no real crossovers. I enjoy AUs that dip into vampire/zombie/apocalypse territory though. My friend suggested I combine my fixations and have the Bridgertons discover a portal to Middle Earth in their hedgerow 😅 Let the madness begin...

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I think so. I granted permission for a fic to be translated into French.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not officially, but I have had such fun brainstorming and workshopping fic ideas with my mutuals. I wouldn't have written half as much as I have if it weren't for them.💙

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Benophie is my OTP, obvi.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

WOOF. I have 17 WIPs. I'd say the most at risk is a concept for Anthony on each of his siblings' wedding days. I have to read all the Bridgerton novels to finish this one, and that's a tall ask.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm aight at conveying emotion. Feels are kinda my game - good and bad.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Writing TOO much about feelings 😜 I skew verbose and can get wordy as fuck because I'm trying so hard to paint a very precise picture. I always have to remind myself to reel it in so readers aren't bogged down.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I have sprinkled some French for Benophie and Tamil for Kanthony into my stories. Just little phrases that I always research thoroughly.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

First ever? X-Men 😋 I was 12. The first film came out. I was a goner for Wolverine...

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

Guh, they are all like children to me. But my heart is drawn to my multichapter character stories. Let Me Be Your Anchor is the first Bridgerton fic I started writing and the only one I ever intended to. It's novel length and will be my greatest accomplishment. A Brother's Love was the first fic I actually finished and has the most soul in it IMO. Then I see Willow Bark as my most clever 'fix it' story - if the show could adopt my ideas on that one I think we'd all win 😉

Everyone I know has already been tagged so - just here to share 💙

[mrsjellymunson]

The Counter Argument

Written for the @steddiemicrofic May challenge, ‘top’. WC: 510 || Rating: E, 🔞, NSFW, MDNI! || CW: SMUT, PWP, rimming, spit as lube, anal sex, cumming untouched, slight dom!Steve Harrington, slight sub!Eddie Munson, top!Steve Harrington, bottom!Eddie Munson || Tags: Established relationship; rockstar!Eddie Munson; semi-public sex; minimal story, mostly just filth 😜

Steve always loves seeing Eddie perform. There’s something about how good he looks, how raw and talented he is.

He’s always hard by the end of a gig, his possessiveness raging and the desire to lick Eddie clean of the perspiration he’s generated doing something he loves.

But they rarely have time or opportunity to do anything about it until they get back to Eddie’s trailer, and, depending on how long the pack-down takes, and whether they catch Eddie’s adrenaline high, Eddie’s often too exhausted.

Tonight, Steve’s decided he’s grabbing his chance.

He fakes a phonecall, acting like it’s an emergency, waving Eddie over to the back room. It’s basic, two worn couches, battered coffee table, and the new addition, a second-hand kitchen countertop, acting as both snack/beer and makeup station. Steve’s been eyeing it up, filthy scenarios running through his mind.

He growls at Eddie,

“Get here. Now.”

“What is it, baby? Is it Robin? The kids??”

Steve forcefully closes the door. Pushing Eddie against it, he fists the flimsy cotton that’s barely covering Eddie’s chest and slams his lips into his astonished boyfriend’s, rolling his hips, sure to let Eddie know just how much he enjoyed the show. Eddie gasps and reciprocates, whimpering and bucking into Steve.

Steve swipes away empty beer cans and, slapping his hand down onto the dirty countertop, barks,

“Get over here.”

Eddie flinches, wide-eyed. Not because he’s frightened, but because he knows what that hand is capable of when it slaps other things…

Eddie’s overwhelmed as Steve works fast, quickly ridding him of his jeans and bending him over the counter, eating him out like he’s his last meal, prepping him with his tongue and thumb.

Before Eddie stands, Steve slaps his ass, hard.

See.

“Now, up on the top.”

Eddie’s incredulous, never having seen Steve so dominant. Or had him anywhere so public.

“Okay, fuck.”

He hitches his butt up onto the cool surface.

Panting, he lays back and spreads, his neck crunched against the dirty mirror on the wall behind.

Holding Eddie’s thighs, Steve spits lewdly onto his own cock and Eddie’s hole, and gradually enters him. Eddie groans and scrabbles for purchase on Steve’s forearms.

Steve’s instantly relentless, saving time, both boys grunting, whining as they chase their release. It’s not long before Eddie cums, hard, untouched, the pummelling of Steve’s cock and his hot breath fanning over his swollen tip enough to send him over the edge moaning and swearing.

Steve follows, groaning loudly. Slipping out, he kisses Eddie, tells him how much he loves him, cleans them up with paper towels.

Standing, Eddie’s legs wobble. Steve steadies him, pats his ass, gives him another soft kiss. Grins.

“Been wanting to do this for ages. I’m going for a smoke. Come get me when you need help loading, yeah?”

Gareth asks, as Eddie’s packing up Sweetheart,

“What‘s the emergency?”

Eddie, still stunned, straightens up, feeling Steve’s release leak out of him. Flushing, he replies,

“Nothing!”

Suppressing a smirk, he adds,

”Something came up. But, uh, we totally nailed it…”

This gorgeous art by @saku-rhyth came out months after I published this - in it the roles are reversed, but it fits the atmosphere I wanted to convey so well I had to link it 🖤🖤🖤

Thanks so much for reading!

If you like this, you can find more Steddie ficlets on my masterlist

If you’d like to be on my taglist, just ask 💗

Tagging the usual reprobates 😜: @joejoequinnquinn @jamdoughnutmagician @curlyjoequinn @madaboutmunson @airen256 @sunshinepeachx @the-unforgivenn

[poursomesunaonme]

beanie lemme participate in your cuffing season event 😤😤😤😤 ur writing makes me elevate 😃😁❗️😚😜❤️💖😭

fav character: giyu tomioka from demon slayer 😈

fav color: purple 😈

fav drink: iced hazelnut coffee 😈

ideal fall date: make one up for me because i’ve never had an actual date (I HAVE HOWEVER USED MEN for intimate…purposes…)

my fall habits: i loveeee to read and write when it gets cold outside, nothing like me and my books or my stories to keep me company on a cold day

PLEASE BEANIE MAKE IT NSFW 😜☺️😤😩😩

THANKS BESTIE I LOVE YOU

cielo my love🥰🥰🥰 thank you so much for this glorious submission ugh this was so fun to write i love u for this (this is me asking for your hand in marriage💍)

word count: 2.6k

content/warnings: minors dni, reader is afab, softie!giyu, but also being a little shit, established relationship, semi-public sex, outdoor sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), tongue fucking, biting (oops) soft(ish) sex, breeding

author’s note: we have two more days of this event so send in your submissions before the 13th! gonna be workin like a fiend so i’ll be sure to work through ‘em all. thank you beautiful angels again for supporting me❤️❤️❤️

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the leaves crunch underneath your feet as you and your man gently weave your way between the trees. their branches bow low, heavy with the weight of the fruit hanging off of them. your basket nestles in the crook of your elbow, containing the shiny apples that you had deemed perfect for picking.

giyu walks alongside you, stoically examining each trees’ fruit before deciding to move on. the two of you hadn’t been in the orchard for long, having gotten a late start in the day. the sun was already starting to set, a fresh, deep chill beginning to spread through the air.

the glint of an apple catches your eye on a tree up ahead. you jog to pick it, bracing yourself against the scratchy bark tree as you reach up. it’s just out of your grasp, but still, you persist. the sweater you were wearing rode up over your tummy, exposing the soft skin to the autumn air.

the rustle of giyu’s haori alerts you to his presence behind you. wordlessly, he reaches over your head, hand wrapping around the apple with ease. you’re acutely aware of his chest pressed against your back, at the hand that rests on your shoulder while he picks the apple for you. you watch as he twists it deftly, then pulls it off the branch. with a soft smile, he drops it into your basket before continuing to stroll down the orchard row.

“thanks, giyu!” you call, feet soaring across the ground to catch up with him. you link your unburdened arm through his; you feel him squeeze his arm (and yours too) closer to him. your head slightly rests against his bicep as the two of you continue to stroll past the produce-heavy trees.

“i couldn’t bear to see you struggle like that,” he jokes with you, planting an affectionate kiss on your temple. you roll your eyes, unwinding your arm from his.

“oh, how you wound me,” you sigh dramatically, resting the back of your hand on your forehead. giyu lets out a soft smile at your antics, but doesn’t answer you. after a few moments, you fall back into step beside him, lacing your fingers through his; a smile graces your lips at how he squeezes your hand gently.

the sun begins to dip below the horizon, plunging the orchard into a hazy orange light. with the warmth of its rays rapidly fading, the cold night air begins to set in. it grips you like a vice, taking advantage of the lack of layers you were wearing. you shiver, huddling closer to giyu for warmth. he notices immediately.

“are you cold?” he asks, letting go of your hand to wrap his arm around you. you exhale, leaning into the warmth of his body. the fabric of his haori brushes against the back of your neck, tickling the sensitive nerves.

“a little, yeah,” you tell him. “didn’t dress well for the weather.”

he chuckles, pulling you closer to him. “well, i did warn you that it was gonna get cold when the sun started to set.”

“and i did tell you that we weren’t gonna be out this late,” you fire back, remembering the intense bickering from earlier that day. despite your stubbornness, you wrap your arm around his waist, exposing more of you to the heat of his body.

“mmhm, if only we hadn’t spent so much time getting ready,” he murmurs, the innuendo not getting past you. you pull back, laughing, the chill now augmented as it attacks your warm skin; you quickly nestle your body into his once again. he chuckles, the vibrations translating from his body to yours.

“getting ready… that’s a silly way of putting it,” you giggle, standing on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek. he instantly blushes, but he doesn’t shy away from the contact.

“i’m just such a silly person.” his sarcasm is really taking you by surprise today. “you must know that about me, dear.”

you giggle at his antics, at the ease in which you converse. the banter makes you feel more comfortable with him, a stark contrast to how the two of you interacted when you first met each other. he used to be incredibly shy, but as your relationship progressed, he inched out of his shell.

he shrugs off his outer layer, drawing you from your reverie. “take my haori,” he rumbles, wrapping it around your shoulders without waiting for a response. the heat from his body still clings to the soft fabric, easily protecting you from the chill.

“won’t you be cold?” you ask, tugging the haori closer around you. he shakes his head, offering his arm for you to take. you weave yours through his, huddling closer to him to share the warmth.

“don’t worry about it, baby” is all that he says before falling into a comfortable silence. you rest your head against his arm, your eyes softly closing as you let him walk you.

“you’re the best,” you whisper, before joining him in the blissful wordlessness. the light rapidly fading from the sky signals your need to begin to head back to the car, but the two of you ignore the darkness that descends upon you.

your basket is barely full, the surefire results of your meticulous searching for the perfect apples to bake into a pie. you didn’t have nearly enough, so you refocused your search to find the ingredients for your famous dessert. you pick about a dozen, wanting to have extra for snacks or maybe even a second pie.

giyu tells you that the two of you need to start heading back, so you oblige. you can see your breath as the sun completely disappears below the horizon. the temperature quickly drops as you and your lover return to the front of the orchard.

suddenly, the most beautiful apple catches your eye. you leave giyu’s side wordlessly, jogging to pick the gorgeous fruit. it’s just within your grasp, but it’s still a stretch. standing on your tiptoes, you reach to twist and pull the apple off the tree, steadying yourself with a hand on the trunk.

giyu’s hands reach under his haori to grip your hips. you grunt in thanks for him helping to keep you stable; but then you feel something. he doesn’t move a muscle as you still your body, acutely aware of how hard he is against your ass. your heart flutters in your chest as you stand rigid, his hands still remaining on you.

he looks down on you without a word, fingers digging into the flesh of your hips through your jeans. his lips are pressed into a thin line, and there’s a visible look of effort on his face. you’re worried for just a moment before realizing that he’s just undeniably horny.

“giyu, hun, are you okay?” your hand reaches up to cup his face. his eyes close tenderly at the feeling of your hand blessing his skin. a shaky breath escapes his lips as he hesitates to answer you.

“yeah.” his voice is hoarse so he clears his throat to mask the lust. “you just looked… really good in that pose.”

a devilish smile flashes across your lips as you pull away from him, walking backwards towards the tree. the blue of his eyes darken with lust as he understands what you’re doing; he follows you, but gives you a bit of space.

you assume the position that you had been in so innocently just moments before, sticking out your ass a little more, stretching a little further to emphasize your curves. you crane your neck to see your man, smiling victoriously at the bulge that pokes through his jeans.

“this one?”

“mmhm,” he breathes, finally coming to a stop behind you. his hands clasp your shoulders, gently massaging the muscles. they work out the knots that had formed from the time you spent reaching up to pick apples, before descending down your back. despite his haori draped around your frame, you can still feel his fingers burn a trail of desire down your spine.

his hands come to cup your ass, squeezing the soft flesh through your jeans. you’re painfully aware of giyu’s hard cock digging into the crack of your ass as you press against him, leaving the tree in favor of seeking stability with your man.

at your nearing proximity, giyu’s hands roam to your front, palming at your tits over your shirt. they trail down like water to rest over the crotch of your jeans. your thighs press together, forcing his hand closer to you. he laughs, the breathy sound ghosting over your ear, making you shiver.

“god, you’re so warm, babe,” he whispers, putting a bit more force into his movements. you can just barely feel his hand rubbing against your needy core; you craved more. his free hand had slipped under your shirt and was pushing your bra aside. a soft moan escapes your mouth as he circles a thumb over your nipple; you press back harder against him.

the motion of your ass grinding against his cock is nearly sending him over the edge, but he keeps a semblance of control. his cold fingers leave your breast, and work in tandem with his other hand to undo the front of your jeans. his arms surround you like a cage of warmth as he overcomes one of the barriers keeping you from him.

you don’t have time to prepare yourself for his freezing fingers slipping between your folds. a gasp flies past your lips, the sensation of the hot and cold colliding setting off fireworks in your stomach.

“feel good?” giyu’s voice rasps against your ear. you can’t form the words to speak, but you nod enthusiastically. he laughs, nibbling on your earlobe.

trying to please him as much as he was while he was rubbing tantalizingly slow circles on your clit, you begin to grind on him. you let the change of his breathing pace guide you to what really gets him going. he starts to unravel against you, slipping a finger into your dripping core.

he’s kissing your neck now, tickling the sensitive skin with his unruly hair. the rise and fall of his chest creates a steady rhythm as you coax him towards his high through his jeans. you can barely contain yourself as his palm finds traction against your clit as he thrusts his finger in and out of you.

“we’re really gonna do this now?” you force out, turning your head to him. he meets your gaze, and you find yourself lost in the tempest that are his eyes. his jaw is set in order to keep his sweet sounds contained, but you desperately need to hear them.

“the orchard closed an hour ago.”

suddenly, it all makes sense to you. giyu wanted the two of you alone here, he wanted to keep you from getting to the orchard on time. he needed to cradle your shivering body closer to his, under the boughs of the apple trees, surrounded by leaves and branches like a birdcage.

“trespassing and indecent exposure?” you mumble. “what a record.”

he merely chuckles, sinking his teeth into your shoulder. a flush spreads across your cheeks as the sharp pain melts into a throbbing pleasure; your cunt responds by sending a flow of arousal down giyu’s fingers.

and that’s exactly what breaks his control down to nothing. before you can blink, he yanks down your bottoms, the rush of cold hair slamming into your damp core with an alarming velocity. the suddenness causes you to drop your basket of apples, the perfect picks of yours tumble all over the ground. the rough pads of his fingers sink into the flesh of your ass, spreading the cheeks to get a look at the way you pool for him.

a sigh escapes his lips as he gently pushes you forward, allowing you to find purchase in stability against the tree. his lips press a kiss onto your clit, igniting a fire in your core. you press your backside closer to him, begging him nonverbally to continue.

his warmth breath ghosts against your pussy as he gets to work, tongue swirling in marvelous patterns on your bundle of nerves. you don’t even try to contain your moans. they weave between the trees, filling the sweet scented air with a beautiful melody of pleasure.

“you taste so good, baby,” giyu mutters before thrusting his tongue inside of you.

“fuck!” you whimper at the sensation, how his lips press against every inch of your cunt as he shoves his tongue deeper and deeper into your warmth. feebly throwing it back on him, you urge him not to stop.

he doesn’t listen, however, but straightens up to free himself from the restraints of his pants. at the sight of his liberated cock, you jut your ass out further, begging him to take you.

“please fuck me, giyu,” you whisper as he slides his glistening tip between your folds to gather up the results of his pleasuring you. he takes a second to compose himself before sliding all the way in.

your mouth widens, and only a cracked whimper escapes. fluttering, your pussy tries desperately to accommodate his length. his hands wander up to grip your waist as he pumps slow strokes into you, giving you both some time to assimilate.

as he starts to pick up his pace, his fingers dig into the flesh of your waist. you smile ruefully as you imagine the marks that will make themselves known in just a few hours; his marks on you. he uses his grip to pull you into him harder, fucking you harder, and soon the sloppy sounds of his thrusts are echoing all around the orchard.

his body presses against your back, covering you in warmth. sweat breaks out in beads on your forehead despite the dropping temperature. still, giyu pushes further into you, holds you closer. warm breath is hot on your skin as he buries his face into the crook of your shoulder and neck.

one of his hands leaves your waist to toy with your clit, but his pace doesn’t change at all; in fact, he speeds up impossibly faster, rutting his hips against yours like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do. he ravishes your body, turning his head to suck and bite at your neck, pinching and rubbing your clit with an expertise that only he could execute.

a haze washes over you as his cock brushes perfectly against your sweet spot. you’re pliable as putty in his arms as he draws you closer and closer to your high. his pants are like music to your ears as little groans slip out in between breaths. you can feel yourself teetering on the edge of an orgasm.

“g-giyu, hah,” you wheeze out, hand abandoning its position against the bark of the tree in favor of his raven locks. “close, ‘m close.”

the two of you didn’t talk much during sex, which was something that you had a hard time getting used to at first. but giyu was a man of few words. all he wanted to do was relish in your warmth, let your moans flow like honey over him.

“you gonna let me fill you up, yeah?” he raves in your ear. the movements of his fingers on your clit are desperate, needing you to cum and squeeze his cock how he loves it. you were taken aback at his words, not necessarily used to them, but flustered nonetheless. “gonna have my little babies, ‘n we can take ‘em here every fall…”

he trails off, swearing loudly at how your walls contract around him, how your whole body trembles in response to your high hitting you like a freight train. your legs begin to shake, threatening to give out under the onslaught of giyu’s thrusts. the hand that grips your waist wraps around you to hold you up as you lose control of your body and nearly slam into the trunk of the tree.

the wondrous contractions of your plush walls send giyu over the edge, spilling his hot sticky cum into you. you whimper at the warm feeling, at the incandescence of how his body and his love envelope you and fill you to the brim. your lips meet as you turn your head to the side, in a lazy, sloppy kiss. his strokes slow down to a sensuous pace, gently bringing you both down from your excitement.

you smile against his lips at the feeling of him fucking his cum back into you, claiming your body as his. his hands wander all over you at a leisurely pace, making sure to carefully map out every inch of skin, even though he had already kissed every inch of it a million times.

the stars were out twinkling by the time the two of you were satisfied with how your love making had gone. you both get yourselves dressed in a dreamy silence, on cloud nine as you survey the scene around you. your apples were scattered everywhere, but looked to be in okay shape.

“oh, they’re all dirty,” giyu comments as he picks one up to put it in his basket. you stroll over to him, grimacing slightly at the feeling of his cum leaking out of you. he lets out a soft smile at the sight, knowing exactly what was happening. you ignore the uncomfortable way it sits in your panties and take the apple, polishing it with your sleeve.

“nothing a good wash can’t fix,” you smile sweetly, planting a kiss on his lips. blindly, you toss the apple into his basket before wrapping your arms around his neck to kiss him deeper. he pulls back after a few seconds, eyes soft with happiness.

“well, we could say the same thing about you,” he jokes, picking a piece of tree bark off your top. you roll your eyes and playfully shove him away, going to gather the rest of the apples. after the two of you have finished cleaning up, you pick your way back through the trees, marveling at how they rustle with the autumn wind. you hope with a dreamy grin on your face that this wouldn’t be the last time giyu took you “apple picking” this season.

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[daddyhendo]

Hey<3 please could you do the longest and smuttiest robbo piece on the planet?? Something based on yous having an argument before an event and then he gets jealous when Hendo starts talking to you & he has to get you home as fast as possible. Fluffy smut not dom, nice and loving … but also filthy 😜 thank you xxx

Im sorry it took so long but I hope you like it!

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"Youre not going out dressed like that." Andy barked as he saw you walking down the stairs.

You hesitated, "Why not? Don't I look good?" You questioned running your fingers down your dress and turning to show him the exposed back.

"Aye, you look incredible but I'm not having all the boys looking at what's mine. So go upstairs and get changed." Robbo directed with a point of his finger.

"No Andy I'm keeping it on. There's nothing wrong with it at all." You confidently said.

"Its abit short y/n, I don't like that." He commented, still trying to win his side of the argument.

"I don't care, I'm not changing." You huffed with your arms crossed, feeling irritated.

"Fine. Fine. Fuck me you're hard work, you know that?" Robbo declared raising both his hands up.

You finally managed to leave and make your way to the important Liverpool FC event. Andy disappeared instantly abandoning you by yourself.

Scanning around the room you attempted to look for someone familiar, someone you could talk to. You made your way to the fancy bar  ordering one of your favourite drinks. You scoffed hard as you watched Andy in the distance chatting away to Milner, paying no attention to you at all.

"Hey, you alright y/n?" An erotic familiar voice spoke from beside you. You rotated sideways to discover Henderson next to you, analysing up and down your physique.

"Wow that is a gorgeous dress. Robbos a lucky man." He grinned tastefully, taking a sip of his drink.

"Try telling him that." You muttered rolling your eyes, pouting.

Hendo frowned rather confused. He decided he wouldn't interrogate you further and just grinned instead. His palm moved to the small of your back, in attempt to comfort you. You couldn't help but blush hot pink at his physical touch.

"Whats all this?" Robbo growled snatching you into his side but before anyone could answer, he seized your arm with his huge hands and dragged you outside.

"I'm taking you home right now." He instructed. Robbo wasted no time driving you home, he never spoke a word only until he finally got you alone in your shared bedroom.

"I think i have to remind you who you belong to y/n." He said darkly, "Come here." His hand reached out for yours, guiding you directly infront of him.

Andys fingers danced tiny circles on your exposed thighs, his electrifying touch making the hairs on you skin stand on edge. His strong scent and intimating presence had its wicked affect on you and proceeded to form a soaked puddle in your panties. Robbo wet his lips before planting them on yours. He kissed you again forcefully whilst his hands reached for your breasts squeezing them with desperation.

He nibbled at the exposed flesh on your neck sucking so harshly that it left purple traces. "Andy please." You whimpered hopelessly.

You practically felt him chuckling against your skin as you begged at him again. He then reached for your dress and pulled it off slowly and carefully. Robbo hummed in approval at your bare body, licking his own lips like a lion stalking its pray. His eyes told a similar story.

His fingers twirled around your boobs untill he found your nipple, rolling it between his fingertips. Your whole body shuddered at his touch, you were now uncomfortably wet and couldn't take anymore of his teasing.

Next, you suddenly found yourself being nudged onto the bed with Andy climbing on top. His hand grazed over your covered clit, rubbing it teasingly. He then slipped his fingers in your pants and dragged them through your moist folds.

Ohhh wet for me already huh?" Andy taunted cockily. He pushed those same two digits straight in your hole stretching you out immediately.

His rapid movements continued on for several minutes as he encouraged you towards your climax. "Fuck Andy! Fuck!" You uncontrollably sobbed, clenching his t shirt.

"Are you close yeah?" Robbo asked pumping in and out of your numb core hastily. Your walls clenched not a second later and you began sweating immensely.

"I'm gonna cum oh my god!" You screamed at the top of your lungs grasping Robbos thigh as you rode through your climax.

"You look amazing everytime you cum for me." He praised you, peppering kisses on your chest down towards your lower abdomen. He took a moment to step back and undress himself equally rushed. His rock hard shaft sprung up automatically as soon as the last piece of clothing hit the floor.

He caressed your thighs meticulously pushing them apart. In a hurry you lifted your own hips to remove your panties, robbo smiled at your gesture, he knew you were dying for it by now.

Andy took your legs and placed them properly on his shoulders, he then took his cock in hand and lined it at your leaking entrance. He pushed it all in aggressively untill his balls slapped against you.

"God you feel better everytime." Andy panted sucking his bottom lip.

His movements merciless and violent causing you to arch your back, grip the sheets and glue your eyes shut. Your pussy throbbed as you tugged robbo into an embrace, feeling closer and closer to release. He clenched onto your hips with his grip getting agonisingly uncomfortable. Your nails clawed at his toned back so deeply that you almost felt apologetic.

"Fuck I'm close again babe, shit!" You practically cried. A sharp fire burned in your core, you enclosed your legs around his waist powerfully.

Your insides spasmed, contracted leading you to release a huge orgasm that left you trembling.

Robbo sucked and bit your shoulder and not too long after his hips splutterted one last powerful thrust flooding you entirely. His knees buckled leaving his body weak and limp.

"Let's get you cleaned up shall we." Andy suggested sweetly with a smile.

[marvelwoman-sugarbaby]

HIIIII IM FINALLY REBLOGGING THIS BUT DONT WORRY CAUSE IM ABOUT TO REBLOG _ MORE. Sorry for taking so long and also sorry in advance for all the notifications you’re about to get from me. Alright, let’s get this started.

It hasn’t even gotten to where Wanda chews into us about using our power but I’m still so excited 😆 Wanda mad at Reader is just so hot I don’t think I’d be able to take her seriously if it were real cause I would only be turned on 🤣 Wanda just warned Reader and I’m BLUSHING NDJDSJIDENS 🙈

Strucker just talked and now I don’t feel anything… I was so happy but of course he just HAD to move his mouth 😑 Fuck you Strucker. I’m happy that Wanda’s back but until she chews Reader out for getting hurt I’m gonna be pissed with the jackass.

I lied I happy with Wanda ignoring Reader 🤣🤣🤣 That sounds so bad but it’s Wanda so who cares 😆

“But I didn’t, did I?”… 🤦🏻‍♀️ I know for a fact Reader gone and fucked up when they said that.

… I didn’t see that conversation going there 😲 Well shit 😐 WANDA DID NOT JUST ACCUSE US OF DOING WHAT I THINK SHE JUST ACCUSED US OF DOING, DID SHE 😤 The fact that she thinks we would cheat on her when she is the most perfect person ever absolutely baffles the ever loving ba-jesus out of me 😡

OMFG!?! STRUCKER DID NOT JUST TAKE READER BEFORE THEY COULD GET TO NATASHA’S PLACE 🤬 It hasn’t even been stated all that’s been said is that Natasha and Yelena don’t know where you are. But I know for a fact what he did and I’m about to brag in all your faces when I find out I’m right. Hahahaha I love how Wanda can be worried about you yet still remain petty as shit towards Yelena 🤣🤣🤣

Okay I get that Yelena wants to be helpful and be included but I’m pretty sure Wanda’s gonna turn her inside out if she doesn’t stop talking about you and teleports 🤭

I FUCKING KNEW IT I FUCKING TOLD YOU HE ABDUCTED READER 🤪 Okay now as happy as I am that I was right I now want to tear Strucker limb from limb and have him awake during the whole process just to hear him scream ☺️ … that might have been a bit much but I don’t care cause Strucker can die for all I care.

YAYAYAY READER HEARD WANDA 😆 YESSSS WANDA YOU GO AND DON'T LISTEN TO STEVE JUST GO SAVE YOUR GIRLFRIEND 😆😆😆 Strucker is about to get his ass beat by Wanda and I am here for it 🤩 Wanda’s here (imagine I said that in a low whisper voice) 😜 HEHEHE those assholes can talk all they want because at the end of the day they’re all bark and no bite.

“I took all the guards down.” YESSS SHE DID, NEVER MESS WITH A PISSED OFF WANDA UNLESS YOU WANNA END UP MISSING 🤣 Awww Yelena cares, she can act tough and pretend she doesn’t like Reader all she wants be we know she’s just a huge softie. GAAHHHHH THAT WAS THE PERFECT ENDING “I just feel you.” NDIDJSIDNDIS.

That was such a spectacular one shot. I love it so much Gaaahhhh my face can’t stop smiling it is so amazing 🤩 I am happy that Wanda is now trying to make up with Yelena. I loved this so much anyway have an amazing day and night, I love you 💕

See Ya

I Just Feel You (W.M)

Avenger Fem Reader x Wanda Maximoff

Summary: When things go downhill after a mission but revelations arise.

Warning: hurt/comfort. pain description. Let me know if i miss anything.

A/n: Hello! I'm back. This fic is from 2 requests combined. I tried to write it as short and fast as i can but turns out it wasnt that easy. hahaha. I didn't really proof read this fic so i'm sure there'll be some errors in it. Thank u @honey-sweet-hiraeth for helping me brainstorming. Thank u my curious george anon for the summary line. :D Thank you @stonemags for helping me checking and give me some corrections. These are the requests for this fic. Happy reading!

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The snow surrounding is mostly untouched. The further it is and the higher it is up to the mountain, it looks all perfectly sparkling white. Silence dominates the air.

That was a little while ago, before you and your Avengers team mates came to attack one of Hydra secret labs and warehouses and the fight has been on for a while.

The sounds of gunshots, the screaming Hydra's army try to fight all of you and even some explosions are now breaking the silence.

“Okay, we already got all the vibranium they have here. Everybody try to get back to the jet now.” Steve instructs everybody through the comms.

“I still need to go into their computer system in the north building to hack the bomb that they set in Sokovia's main city.” Stark explained as he flies in the air at high speed.

"What about the detonator? One of Strucker's guys has it and he's running away with it to the east side." Natasha reminds everybody followed by a grunt as she fights the enemies in front of her.

"Somebody needs to get him before they blow it as their plan." The blonde super soldier directs his thoughts in the middle of throwing his shield at the gunman who tries to shoot him. “I can go to where the detonator at as soon as I’m done moving the vibranium to the jet. “ Pietro offers his help as he runs super speed, knocking down three more Strucker’s guards.

“Y/n, why don’t you teleport there?” Yelena mentioned.

“I got Strucker locked in my target. I’m ready, Cap.” Clint informs through the com while pulling his arrow back and ready to shoot as he waits for his cue on the west part.

“Yelena’s right. I can teleport to get the detonator. I’m almost done with this big guy here.” You agreed and fought the last tough enemy you got in your assigned part of the building.

“No, y/n. Your power is new, you don’t have the control on teleporting where you want to go yet.” your girlfriend reminds you about your new power.

“No, don’t worry, Wands. I have been practicing with Yelena and I have been controlling it pretty good.” you disagree. “Y/n, don’t listen to my sister. Listen to your girlfriend.” Natasha backs up her best friend, Wanda.

“Y/n, don’t do it. I will fly to him now.” Wanda tries to leave you no room to argue no more.

“Wanda’s right, y/n.” Tony sided with your girlfriend as well and just like that, the comms line gets chaotic with the team agreeing and disagreeing with the plan while fighting whoever comes in front of them, kicking their ass.

“Trust me, y/n has been doing good. It’s about time to try it in the real field. What worse can happen right?” Yelena expresses her support for you.

“She can get hurt! Y/n, you better not do it!” Wanda warns you in a stern tone this time.

“Cap, what do you wanna do with this bastard? A helicopter just landed, he’s running away. Shoot him now?” The archer asks once more. Your and your teammates' voices overlap each other.

“Yeah, shoot him.” Steve answers.

“I’m gonna do it now.” you decide despite Wanda’s warning.

Clint let go the arrow, targeted the running Strucker and just like Wanda said, you showed up in the opposite direction you wanted.

You gasp as you feel Clint’s arrow force through your upper abdomen near your ribs, luckily the new technology on your suit managed to block his arrow before it hits your vital organ. It was impressive but it hurts you good. “Wait, y/n! What the hell just happened?! Clint asks in such shock and confusion of what he saw from the top of the hill.

"I just got hit by your arrow, Clint. Fuck! That hurts." You tried to get up but you couldn't.

Confident that none of the Avengers are close enough to get him now, Strucker noticed what happened and looked down at the wounded you now. “Ah, I remember you. You finally got your power. Teleporting, not bad. I’ll come back for you, to finish what I started on you.”

His heavy voice in a malicious evil tone made its way to be heard by you causing fear to show up out of nowhere in you. Your body starts to shake a little and you feel colder than a few seconds ago. Your legs weakened from your trauma. Vivid images of memories flash rapidly, sending shivers to your bones. You were one of Hydra’s experiments before The Avengers saved you and recruited you to join them.

The wound makes it hard for you to move and all you can do is respond to him in agony. “No, you won’t! We will get your ass, Strucker! And stop you from doing more experiments on those poor people, you son of a bitch!”

“Can anybody go where they are? Clint, can’t you shoot more arrows?” Tony talks in concern.

“That was my last one.”

“I’ll take care of y/n.” The Maximoff twins said the same things at once.

Strucker didn’t say anything else and walked away shortly after he left with a confident smirk on his face to get onto the helicopter.

Pietro and Wanda came at the same time but too bad Strucker got away.

You hear a thud as Wanda lands. "Detka, what were you thinking?? You are hurt now." She sounds upset as she leans to you to check your wound.

"Hey, Wands. I'm okay. Don't worry. Ouch!" You replied as you flinched when the red magic tendrils wrap you and lift you up.

"Come on, ya goose. We gotta make sure you are okay before my sister gets mad at you." the silver haired twin teases you, knowing how angry Wanda is right now. He knows how protective and possessive she is of you.

"Love, are you mad at me?" You ask as you are floating into the quinjet as everybody else is already waiting in silence, they know better not to say anything when Wanda is furious.

“Not now, Y/n. We’ll get you first aid at the compound first, then I’ll talk to you.” Flat yet irritated was the red haired witch’s tone. You can see Natasha hit her sister’s arm as soon as she tries to talk to avoid more tension that she caused earlier.

“We’ll be at the compound soon in less than an hour.” Clint announced.

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Big thanks to Stark’s technology inventions, your wound will get better faster than usual. Wanda walks out of the meds room as soon as you are done and scurries to your shared bedroom. You try to catch up with her steps. “Wands, are you mad? You didn’t say a word to me the whole flight back” She ignores your question and keeps walking. You keep following her.

As soon as she walks into the bedroom, she slams the door before you even get the chance to get in. You open the door and walk in. “Seriously? Slamming the door? What’s your problem, Wanda? What did I do?”

She turns around to you and glares at you before she finally breaks her silence. “What the hell were you thinking?! Teleported when you can’t control it yet! You could’ve died, y/n!”

”But I didn’t, did I?” Trying to loosen up the tension, you joke around a little bit but oh boy you realized it was not the smartest thing to do right now. Wanda’s annoyance flares and she simmers with anger. “You seriously did not just say that, y/n! Argh! You never take anything serious, don't you? You don't take me seriously, or our relationship or even your life! I thought you would change but I was wrong." she snapped. Her voice started to raise. Her heart pounding and her muscles quivering.

“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Where the hell did all of that come from? I don’t take you seriously? And our relationship? Wands, I’m committed to you. You said that you thought I would change? change to what? You never mention anything about this. You are all over the place now babe.” You responded as confusion showed up in your face.

“Oh don’t you babe me, y/n! I’m not all over the place!” Wanda refuses your words after stopping herself from walking back and forth. Tension is for sure escalated.

“Oh yes you are. First you didn’t talk to me in the quinjet, then you got mad because I was being reckless in the mission and then about me not being serious and never changing? What the hell?!” you added.

"You are childish, y/n. You know that, everybody knows that. " Wanda keeps arguing back at you. Rage bottled up inside her.

"I am younger than you but I'm not childish! What did you mean everybody knows that?" You deny her upsetting words wholeheartedly. "Well, if you weren't childish, you would’ve not listened to Yelena and teleported then get shot with Barton’s arrow! You always put your life in danger! You didn’t care about yourself or me.” Both you and Wanda start to yell at each other.

Anger clouded the two of you and mixed feelings slowly built up. “Always?” You genuinely ask but to Wanda, it’s like gasoline to her fire of rage.

“Yes! Always. You seriously forgot you almost got killed when you tried to kill the giant alien by yourself just so you can win your stupid bet with Yelena?! You know what, y/n, I’m dating you but I feel like I’m more babysitting you and I’m sick of it! I can't do this anymore." Wanda rambles in frustration as both her hands shoves her hair back off her face.

Your heart drops when you hear the last words she said. Tears start to pool in your eyes but you try hard to keep it in and swallow the lump in the back of your throat. "W-what did you mean? Are you breaking up with me?"

This time it was Wanda's stomach turn to churn hearing your question. She is as speechless as you are and doesn't know how to answer you but unfortunately, her silence was enough for you. WIthout saying a word, you walk away from you and proceed to pack your backpack.

The now bewildered Sokovian twin looks at you and asks “Y/n, what are you doing? Where are you going?”

“Anywhere but here. Apparently, you need some time to think and so am I. I’m going for a walk. Do not wait up.” You answered with a shaky tone, avoiding any possible eye contact to happen as you pick your pace filling up your backpack with your clothes and belongings. 

"Do not wait up? So you are not coming home? Where are you going to stay tonight? Y/n, don’t go." Wanda rambles her questions while trying to hold back her tears and anger at the same time..

"Natasha is staying at her parents house. So I'll stay there and hang out to clear my mind." You answered and in a split second, it turns Wanda’s sadness back to anger again.

"Oh I see. Yelena is there too. That's why you are going there tonight, right?" Another accusation forcing its way out through Wanda's words.

"What are you talking about? I'm going there to think and talk with my best friend, Nat and also for you to have your space to rethink what you just said. I'm starting to think, what is the main issue here? Is it about you being overprotected, about me being childish, or what?"

You wait for her answer but Wanda’s lips are shut. She refused to say what her main issue was. “I guess we both really need some time to calm down so we can discuss this together.” You quickly turn your head away from her so she wouldn’t see your tears and with heavy footsteps you leave Wanda alone.

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The next morning, Wanda looks for you as soon as she wakes up. She rushes to any room in the compound yet she has no luck in finding you.

Her steps bring her to the dining room, hoping that you are there having breakfast with the other teammates like usual. She catches the two Russian sisters in her eyesight instead of you. Her heart shakes and her stomach churns. Her instinct tells her something is not right.

“Nat, where is y/n?” puzzled yet alarmed, the brunette Avengers asks the redhead.

“I don’t know. Why? Didn’t you two go to your room together after we got back last night? Wands, is everything okay?” Natasha answers in perplexion. Her eyebrows furrowed.

“We uh had some argument last night and she said she needs space to think so she told me she was going to your parent’s place last night because you were there.” Wanda explains while avoiding eye contact with Yelena. Her throat feels thickened.

“No, I didn’t get any text or call from her and she didn’t come to see me either.” concern starts to rise inside both Natasha and Wanda.

“That’s weird, she didn’t answer my text last night and this morning. Did you try to call her yet?” Yelena chimes in.

A quick deep glare from Wanda goes straight to Yelena. “I’m still not talking with you because of yesterday.” Wanda responds coldly.

“Wait, what–” Yelena quickly questioned Wanda’s statement but was interrupted by Natasha right away. Natasha understands her best friend's reasoning on getting mad at Yelena.

“I’ll inform the others to start searching for her. Something is off.” Wanda nods at the idea as three of them get up and start doing what they know what should do next.

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Like an hourglass that is almost running out of its sand in it, the hours of the day are almost over. All the Avengers have been doing their part to find you but they still got no luck until this second. Wanda has been worried sick. Tony has been doing the best he can to hack anything he could to track you.

“Barton, did you find anything?” Steve asks Clint from the comm who is looking for you from an aerial view in the helicopter. “None, Captain.” Clint answers right away.

“I’m sure it’s all Hydra’s doing. Clint told me that Strucker talked to her before he ran away that day.” Wanda lets out her thoughts, her eyes red from crying for you.

“Not to mention she was one of his experiments.” Natasha added.

“Why doesn’t she at least try to teleport?” Yelena asks genuinely in confusion and gets another sharp stare from Wanda, as sharp as a dagger.

“Strucker probably use this thing that can block our power or weaken it if it’s put on around our neck. They put them on Wanda and I before and trust me, that thing hurts a lot..” The speedster Maximoff twins explains as he recalls the traumatic past of theirs.

“Then it will be hard to find her, we gotta hurry up so we won’t be too late.” Iron Man adds with a concerned tone.

Everybody forces their brain to think so they can find a way to get you back. Silence roaming around at the compound, Wanda’s heart wrenched and her body leaden. She keeps thinking and thinking but then she remembers one thing. One thing that only you and Wanda know about.

“I know a way to find her. I will try to telepathically communicate with her.” Wanda breaks the silence and everybody turns their heads to her instantly.

“Y/n can telepath?” The blonde captain asks.

“She has telepathy power this whole time and she didn't tell us?” The Stark company CEO looks surprised.

“We weren’t sure if it was a new power she developed or not. We thought it was more of a connection we have. She didn’t want to tell everybody until she was sure and knew how to use it.” Wanda backs you up with her response as tears roll down on her cheeks..

“Boys, that’s totally understandable. I’m sure she would eventually tell us about it. Now, Wanda, can you try it now? Try to feel, or talk to her or whatever you can do with it? We need it, to save your girlfriend.” Natasha endeavors in cutting the conversation short, leading them to focus on the most important thing. Her green eyes locked with Wanda’s as she holds the side of Wanda’s arms and tells her to start trying to feel or sense where you are at but mostly, if you are still alive.

With that, the brunette witch nods and she closes her eyes, focusing her mind on you.

_____

You were woken up with a huge splash of ice cold water to your face and a heavy voice startled you at the same time.

“Wake up! You call yourself an Avengers but you keep passing out and can’t handle the pain?” A mocking laugh and tone echoes. You slowly open your eyes, your vision is blurred as your eyes are adjusting with the bright light from the lamp above you.

Intense aching claws every single of your nerves. You flinch from the pain on your neck when you move your head to look around. You realized you are still at the same dark underground facility with the last time you were at. You have lost count how many times you passed out from the torment you are experiencing in just one night.

You are still sitting on a chair with your wrists and ankles are all tied up to it. You weakly try to get yourself out of it but it was all in vain.

“Let me go!” You demand with the last bit of the energy you have left. Your lungs painfully try to get some air for your whole body. A mix of blood, sweat and water flows from your head and rolls over your face.

“I told you, I will come back for you.” A familiar bone chilling male voice with a thick accent made its way to be heard. You know whose it is. All the coldness in the air wakes every little hair on your skin, the smells around you, the stinging pain forcing most of your pores and Strucker’s voice definitely takes the role as if it’s a time machine that brings you back to your traumatic life history.

“What the fuck do you want from me?!” You grunt in agony.

“You and your power. I made you, I gave you the power you have now so you will serve Hydra but you joined the Avengers instead and that pissed me off!.” a hard slap lands on your cheek and jaws.

You spit the blood from your busted lips. With the last drop of vigor you have in you, you try to teleport but shortly you scream in such agitation from the collar electrocutes your neck and you hear Strucker’s maniac laugh as if he is enjoying what he sees and hears.

“Aw, where are you trying to teleport? You can’t run away from me again.This collar can prevent you from using your power.” A fake sympathy wrapped with a mocking tone flows between his words.

The tall man turns his back on you and yells a command in a foreign language you don’t understand and shortly after that, you are injected with a substance that brings out a lot more affliction in your body.

In a split second, your whole life flashes in front of you. Your sad childhood, your painful past after Hydra kidnapped you for the first time, the time you joined the Avengers and the time you saw Wanda’s green eyes that made you fall for her hard and helplessly.

Vivid images of her smiles parading in your mind with her laughter filling up your memories, the way she calls your name and all the pet names. You need her, you regretted that you left last night. You wished you didn’t and solved the argument with her. You tried your best to fight all these with exertion. You want to…no..you have to come home to your girlfriend.

You scream your lungs out, forcing yourself using your power to teleport even though the collar strikes you hard with a high voltage wave and forcing more harm to you but a soft soothing voice in your mind speaks to you and it stops you from screaming. “Y/n, can you feel me? Where are you?”

“Wanda?” You mumble her name weakly under your breath. Your chest rises and falls. You look around slowly trying to see if Wanda came. Her voice sounds crystal clear yet her presence isn’t anywhere near you..

You try to focus on listening to listen to everything you can and you hear something that gives you a clue where you are at. You close your eyes to try to connect your mind with hers.

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Red magic wisp lights up Wanda’s eyes as they are flooded with tears. Wanda can feel how you feel. She heard a faint answer from you. It drags her down when she hears how weak you are and it all comes together when she feels your pain.

“Y/n…” sorrow closes up her throat and plunges her into despair. In one blink, her tears escape.

"Wanda..what's wrong?" Natasha asks in such an anxious tone.

"Sestra? Is y/n okay?" Her twin brother lets out a question right after Natasha's.

"Please tell me she's still alive." Yelena's slavic accents disguise her worry about your safety.

"She's okay but she is in great pain, the same pain we had." Wanda's glistening eyes look at her brother, showing her vulnerability to him.

"So it's true, Hydra has her. Did she tell you where they keep her?"  Pietro digs more information through his words.

Wanda nods in acknowledgement and says in a low voice. "She said Liberty."

Tony quickly commands his A.I to search for the clue Wanda got. “Hydra has an underground facility under the liberty statue, way under it. It will take at least four hours to hack all their security systems and connections before we can invade them and save Y/n.”

Wanda marches her way to the door.

“Wanda, where are you going? We have to wait.” Steve indirectly lets out a command to her. Wanda turns her head and she clenches her fists and with gritted teeth she refuses his order “I’m not going to let them lay their hands on my Y/n any longer, not even a second!” as she continues her steps.

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You almost lost your consciousness once more but you can feel Wanda more and more as if her presence is coming close. You close your eyes, focusing on your mind. Doubling your effort to telepathy with her. “I love you, Wanda. I’m sorry.. Please don't get hurt.”

You can feel heartache, her heartache to be exact. The only thing that keeps you up at this moment is her anger that you are feeling and her high hope for you to be still alive until she gets there.

As your head slowly faces down with the energy you have left while Strucker’s men do a lot more research on you, you hear a lot of terrorized men screaming. It caught your attention. The more you try to hear it, the more other sounds you hear. Sound of automatic guns’ ammo fired in the distance and a more screaming voice followed with many loud thuds echoing through the darkness of the facility.

You start to notice everybody who is doing the research on you starts to panic and more of Strucker's army come out with their firearms.

A blanket of fear covers them even though they are prepared for what’s coming or perhaps who is coming.

A few of the armed men are being thrown to the walls and to the enormous iron gate that stands tall protecting the room you are in right now. Some shots fired even a little explosion sound passed through the barriers shortly before more guards got thrown even harder. You are sure that they are all dead.

Silence takes over the air all of a sudden and everybody around you watches in fright. All the front row guarded men even take a step back. The wicked scientists start to undo everything that’s on you to take you away from whoever tries to save you.

The shadow that’s reflected on the wall moves closer and closer to the gate as steps keep repeating, showing that someone is coming.

You weakly chuckle. You turn your head to the men on both of your sides. “You are all screwed now. My girlfriend is here and I’m sure she is pissed right now. Trust me you don’t want to pissed her off.” you coughed between mocking words that you said.

“Shut up! We're gonna take you away. She will die before she can save you.” The skinny man disguises his fears with his threat as he unties the straps to move you to the gurnee bed.

The huge iron gate bent and flew abruptly to the guards that was caused by the strong impact of the red wisps and crushed most of them to death easily.

Guns, weapons and men are flying around. Some of them are slammed to the stone walls. Some of them are thrown so hard to each other and knocked down to the ground.

Then there she is, the woman you love walks closer to you as soon as she sees you. You never saw her this furious, her eyes light up in crimson.

"Hands off!" In such fury, she commands and before you know it the red tendrils cover her hands then go straight to the two scientists next to you.

You see them scream fearfully for their lives as they are floating under Wanda's power above you. In a millisecond you hear a loud crack from their bones she crushes.

Without a doubt, they are deformed and die. Wanda throws their body to the ground like they are just a crumpled paper trash.

You feel her pain, anger and sadness yet there's a relieved feeling in her that makes you smile when her eyes slowly turn green again and catch your gaze. In a quick flinch of her finger, the collar on your neck broke and fell off your neck. You try to walk to her but your legs give up on holding your weight and you fall.

Wanda quickly catches you in her arms then lets you lay on her lap as her arms prompts your body up. "Detka? Oh my god, are you okay? I'm here, you are safe now. I will get you out here." She hugs you tight and rocks her body gently with you in her hugs, in a glance of hope it will make you feel better and safer.

“Wanda, did you find her? Clint, Yelena and I are coming with the quinjet to help you.” Natasha informed her through the comm.

“I took all the guards down. I have her with me now.” Wanda replied shortly.

After she responds Natasha, she looks at you  and runs her hand on your hair. “I’m sorry, malyshka. I should've not let you go that night. I should've told you that I was so jealous of how close you are with Yelena." Her cry sounds shaky, full of regret and guilt.

You grunt in pain after you let out a little laugh. “Wanda, Yelena likes Kate Bishop, a lot. I– I’m helping her to set up a date with Kate.”

She looks at you perplexed. “What? She likes Kate? Not you?”

You smile weakly, holding the pain as you nod slowly. “I’m so sorry, Y/n. You got hurt because of me.” Her eyes show a huge remorse. “Sssstt.. It’s alright. You could never hurt me. I just feel you.” You stuttered in comforting her.

In a cry, Wanda nods quickly. Her lips quivered, her tears dropped onto you.

"I love you, Wanda."

"I love you too, detka."

You heard an explosion, breaking the old walls to make a quicker exit path to the quinjet for you. Natasha rushed to the both of you.

“Oh my god, y/n! Are you okay? We gotta get you out of here. Steve and Tony already take down the rest of the guards.” Natasha asks and carefully examines your injuries as soon as they get to you.

“I’m okay, Nat. Don’t worry.” You smile, deep down you feel that you gradually gain your energy back after seeing two of your closest people are with you now. Wanda carefully elevates you with her magic and takes you to the quinjet as Natasha and Yelena watch the surroundings.

You float in the air passing Yelena as you get into the jet. “Geez, y/n, you look like hell. We should get your ass back to the compound.” Yelena comments with casual remarks, trying to cover how worried she is about you then follows you and Wanda.

“What are you doing here? Don’t you have a date with Kate tonight?” You joked around as your face weakly forms a smirk at her. Your joke lured an eye roll from Yelena.

“She canceled it.” Natasha casually answers while busy giving medical treatment to some of your injuries.

“Why?” you curiously asked.

“Because you were nowhere to be found and were in danger. Don’t worry, Kate understands the situation." Wanda hears Yelena's answers. Her eyes jump around between you and Yelena.

“Don’t worry, Yelena. I will help you set up the date for you and Kate.” Wanda’s words suddenly jump into the conversation before you can even reply.

Wanda looks at the blonde and smiles as her way to subtly fix the tension that was created between them by her jealousy.

“Really? Thank you, Wanda!” excitement is in Yelena’s tone as she smiles back.

Natasha and her sister leave you alone with Wanda on the flight back. Wanda stays next to you the whole time, holding your hand and loving you with all her heart. She looks at you dearly.

You pull her hand and lay it on your heart shortly before you ask "Tell me what do you feel, Wands."

She smiles and says "I just feel you."

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