#COULDN'T RESIST OKA Y

[spicyicetea]

Oh. My. God. Your bagel is bag.

OKA Y UHWMBELWBWKFVKDVFJ I LOVE LINK.

Anywayssssss I just thought of like BOTW link, before the calamity. AND I HAVE A CERTAIN SCENARIO IN MIND 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

Imagine him and his other soldier buddies seeing you, and his soldier buddies being able to tell that he’s a total simp for you . . . AAAAKWHEKLQKWLEKE

Anyways yeah I thought of this while making churros 💪

Oh and also, yk that whenever I send like scenarios and ideas in here you don’t have to see them as requests, you can also just see them as me sharing my beautiful thoughts. 🤭🤭🤭

PS: AAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE LINK SIDHWKEVLQOQPEJF

Okay, I love the idea that Link is pussy whipped the moment he sets eyes on Y/N. But I want to merge this with an idea I had. Single mother Y/N! This is also gonna turn smutty, I can’t resist.

Warnings: Smut•

BOTW!Link x milf!Y/N

[Link is in his late 20s and Y/N is 25]

Link stared off at a woman walking by the knights he patrolled with. He always had a staring issue with her. Her body moved in a hypnotising way. A wicker basket dangled from her elbow as tiny hands grasped at the fruit she carried within. Her hair flicked wildly in the wind. He knew he shouldn’t look, but her downhill strides caused her heavy bosoms to bounce, his hands flexing at his sides craving to feel their weight.

One of the knights elbowed him in the side, getting his attention.

“Ha?” he muttered.

The knight just smirked and looked past Link to where he was once staring. He whistled and the woman turned and smiled at them. She waved her dainty little hand, oh how soft it looked. Maybe one day he could have that hand intertwined in his own. Kiss the blushed knuckles while sliding a ring onto her finger. That same delicate hand later wrapped around and pumping his-

“Link! She's coming over~” The knight teased, nudging his side.

Link’s eyes widened as he shuffled to hide his... friend, in his trousers with his shield. He couldn't be exposed to her like that yet, it was so indecent. The woman swayed her way over, hips dancing left and right. A dizzying tango catching the breath in his throat as he struggled to swallow his anxieties.

“Hello boys! Good afternoon.”

“Afternoon Miss Y/N! Where are the little scamps?” One of the knights asked.

She giggled, covering her soft, plump lips with her hand as she did. Two kids wormed past her skirt, one crawling through her legs to get through. The small children ran forth and grabbed Link’s tunic with a toothy grin.

“Mr Link, Mr Link! Momma, can we give him the stuff?” The little boy asked, excitedly hoping up and down.

“Hm, I think I have it in my basket,” Y/N rooted through her basket, pulling out an orange loaf of bread. “Here you go.”

The girl grabbed the loaf and giddy held it out to Link. He took it, looking at Y/N, blushing and confused.

“I wanted to thank you for helping b/n and g/n out a few days ago. You saved them from those Chuchus in the forest, so I made you some of my special pumpkin bread.”

Link smiled and took a bite out of the loaf, drooling at the smell alone. The taste was decadent and sweet. He chewed the bread eagerly, quickly going in for a second bite moments later. Y/N chuckled and grabbed his forearm.

“Calm down dear, eat slowly. I don't want you choking,” She smiled and rubbed his shoulder, his face going red as she lent closer, taking a small bite out of the bread he held. “It's not your job to choke, Linky~”

His face flushed bright red as his words caught in his throat. Y/N smiled as she watched the other knights walk away, talking to some civilians. Her tongue traced her lips as she dragged her finger down his arm before pulling it back and nudging his shield to the side. His eyes widened and he gulped, her finger dragging down his chest, resting where his trousers started.

“Y/N...”

“So you can speak Linky! Your voice is so nice,” she smiled. “Are you alright? Am I being too forward? Your friends here told me that you liked me, maybe they assumed wrong.”

She went to pull her hand away but he gripped her wrist tightly, his arm shaking from the panicked motion. He panted while looking at her and she stepped closer, sliding her hand into his trousers. Her finger played with the waistband of his boxers before he pulled her closer with her free hand.

“Please, don't tease me. I can't wait any longer.”

“Oh you're adorable, I'm surprised you've lasted this long. I have been playing with you for a while.”

“What?”

“You haven't noticed? Always giving you “spare” pastries. Unbuttoning my blouse saying it's hot to give you a peek?” Y/N raised a brow leaning closer, pressing her breasts against his chest.

Link bit his lip as Y/N’s other hand tucked a white cloth into his shirt as her other pulled his boxers down just enough for his cock to spring up against his navel. She circled the tip with her finger, smiling innocently at him as the creamy precum coated her finger. He lent further into her touch, biting his lip as the bread dropped from his grip. His shield and bread rest on the ground beside him as they fumbled back against a wall, tall crates hiding them from public view.

Link’s hands grasped her waist as she began pumping his cock in her hand. One of his hands hungrily dove past the waistband of her long skirt and into her underwear. She gasped as his finger prodded at her hole and she stilled her teasing pumps.

“Ah, Link.” She sighed in pleasure.

“Y/N, I can't let you please me and not give you the same treatment. Come on darling, where did that confidence go?” link smirked, flipping the two around so Y/N was pinned to the wall.

He forced his middle finger past her slick folds and onto her tight hole. She whimpered and let her head fall back and rest on the all. Her hand continued pumping on his cock. The tip was red and angry, dribbling precum over her hand. He groaned against her neck as he continued to pump and curl his fingers inside her delicate walls. She moaned loudly as her tongue lulled out of her mouth and he bucked his hips into her fist.

“Link!” She squealed, gushing onto his fingers.

He sank his teeth into her neck as she let out a strangled moan. His body caged her in as he continued fucking his cock into her fist, his cum decorating her skirt in white ribbons. Their heavy pants dance in unison as her arm falls limp against her side. Link’s dick goes limp as he pulls his fingers out of her pussy. He goes to wipe his hands off on his shirt but she grabbed his wrist and shook her head.

“What's wrong?” Link asked with a concerned face.

Y/N just whined and forced Link's hand towards his lips, pushing his fingers into his mouth. He let out a confused noise but gulped as he watched her slide her cum covered fingers into her mouth. Her tongue stuck out of her mouth as he watched her clean her fingers of his cum. He mimicked her, licking her slick from his fingers. They pulled apart and fixed their clothes as quickly as they could.

While fumbling with her buttons, Y/N stepped on the dropped bread. She gasped and stumbled slightly before chuckling.

“Oh no, I guess I’ll have to make you some more bread. Maybe you can stop by later?” she asks, batting her eyelashes.

He grinned and pulled her in for a sweet, passionate kiss. His hands rub her sides as she giggles into the kiss, still fixing her clothes. As they part, she uses her basket to hide the white, sticky stains on her skirt. He rushes to fix his collar, pulling the fabric she had tucked into it in the heat of the moment. She gives him and his knight friends a shy wave as she rushes away with her twins excitedly telling her about how cool the knights were.

“What do you have there Link?” One of them asks. “You two were talking for a while...”

Link just stares silently at the lacy bra she had slipped him without him noticing. He bit his lip to hide his excitement before shoving it down his shirt to hide it and turning to the others.

“Oh, we just spoke about her kids... I'm going to give her more...” he growled, watching her hips sway as she left.

“What?”

“Oh nothing, don't worry.” He smiled to himself.

There you go, dude! Hope you enjoyed the sin, my little bagel bite. @rainstops

[st-kitten]

707 pt.3

← previous chapter christmas special

A/N: um... i've got two small special effects for this part, sooooo see if u can use them at the right moment :")

WARNINGS: trauma, implied death by accident, a good cry honestly, violence (intended IM A GIRLS GIRL BUT SOME THINGS ARE OKA-), that shlong, sloppenheimer (kidding: oral sex, both receiving), age gap (newsflash 😒) (reader is obv 20+ and toji is idk 38?)

"can we call y/n? for cake?" asked megumi.

"i'm not sure she wants to see anybody today, kid," replied a distressed toji

"but it's my birthday..."

toji couldn't resist megumi's puppy eyes. but he figured that if there was anyone you'd listen to, it would be him. it was worth a try.

both of them stepped out of their apartment, hearing music coming from your apartment. toji felt his breath returning to his lungs. music meant you were okay. or at least alive. your singing got clearer as the two of them stood outside your door. he tried knocking but it was left unanswered. toji wondered whether it was just a recording playing, so he pressed his ear on the door. no, that's definitely her. open the fucking door, y/n!

all toji had as a sign that you were inside were was you were singing.

[mention: easy on me, by adele, again for the lyrics ft.]

"i know there is hope in these waters..." is she crying?

"but I can't bring myself to swim, when i am drowning in this silence..." your voice croaked in the end. she's definitely crying. what the fuck did i do...

toji looked around the lobby. seeing it empty, he grabbed your doorknob and pressed hard on it, tearing it apart, breaking it. he gave it to megumi. he barged inside your barely lit, dark living room, only to find you sitting on the floor, head against the sofa, looking at the ceiling. broken glasses and torn papers surrounded you as you sang at the top of your lungs, voice overcome with some kind of pain that toji couldn't understand, but just feel.

"you can't deny how hard I've tried i changed who I was to put you both first but now I give up..."

"i was still a child..."

"so go eas-" hearing the door blast open, you stopped, whipping your head in its direction.

you were about to bark at toji when you saw the look on his face. fear... then you saw megumi, holding your doorknob, standing behind his father.

toji saw your grief-stricken face. the haunting melody of whatever heart-wrenching song you were singing still echoed in his ears, reaching out from the walls like a desperate cry for help. your disheveled hair clung to your face, a stark contrast to the carefree spirit that used to reside next door.

"w-what are you d-"

"what happened?"

toji treaded carefully around the broken glass, telling megumi to wait where he stood. he knelt down beside you, pushing away the small shards.

you sat there, too horrified to say anything. why is he here? a small shaky breath left your mouth, the rest bubbling up like lava, ready to erupt.

"i don't know what i did baby, but i'm sorr-" toji's apology went unheard as tears streamed down your face and a cry tore through the air like a wounded animal's howl. it was guttural, unrestrained, and laced with a pain so visceral that toji felt it in his bones. the sound wasn't pretty; it was raw and unfiltered, like the ugly side of life laid bare for anyone in earshot.

without a second thought, toji enveloped you in a tight embrace, pulling your trembling shoulders into him. he sat on the floor next to you, one leg folded down and the other tucked to his chest. he felt an involuntary shiver run down his spine as you sobbed into him.

"it's okay..." was all he could say. even he knew that it wasn't about fixing everything; it was about being there in whatever storm was raining down on you. he looked at megumi, unsure about how his son would take seeing you break down. the child stood a silent witness to all of it, his eyes glistening slightly.

"why is it okay?" you muttered. "for parents to be your first bullies..."

"what... stopped them," you sniffled, "from just listening to me?"

toji held onto every word that came out of your mouth. a part of him was relieved that this wasn't about him.

"i didn't want a fucking cake... i didn't want a cake, i just wanted them..." your breath hitched.

"you spend half of your life raising a child in the cruelest way... your last words to each other end up being an argument and... your last words to me were nothing..."

toji felt a knot in his stomach. he watched megumi leave and go back to their apartment. he was torn between his kid, disturbed on the eve of his birthday and the woman he was cradling, on her birthday...

as the echoes of your cry faded, they left behind a heavy, oppressive silence. only your shaky breath could be heard. he sat beside you, his eyes searching for the right words as you wiped away the tears that had traced down your cheeks.

"birthdays are supposed to be happy, ya know..." he whispered to you, as gently as he could. as if the wrong words would shatter you.

"they're also supposed to be spent with family apparently..." you said, gritting your teeth. toji didn't know what to say... he wanted so desperately to talk to her. but how do you even say something at a time like that?

megumi's small steps echoed in your living room. both of you looked at him. you felt like bawling your eyes out and toji simply smiled at his son.

megumi carried a small plate with a loaf of bread sitting atop, two tiny candles buried in it, their flames flickering in the dark room. he stood in front of you, holding out the plate to you with his tiny hands.

you held the plate, placing your hands on his. you glanced at the clock, which was seconds away from midnight. you blew one candle, covering the other with your palm. and when the clock struck 12, megumi blew the other candle out.

"happy birthday, gumi," you put the plate down and hugged him. he wrapped his tiny hands around you, resting his head on your shoulder. "happy birthday, y/n," he said softly.

hours passed by as you talked to toji about your unforeseen disappearance. megumi had fallen asleep in your lap and you stroked his head. you told him about your 13th birthday, your parents death in a car crash... you left some things off the conversation. oh, how toji felt each word you said. he knew how ruthless families could be. his own was never kind to him. he told you about his scar in return, and how he felt insecure about it.

"it's kinda hot, if you ask me." seemed like you were back to being your normal self.

toji smirked. "i know. you wouldn't stop kissing it last night."

you smacked his chest with the back of your hand. but it brought you two to that conversation. toji wanted it off his chest.

"i like ya."

you looked at him, taking a shallow breath.

"not just 'cause we made out yesterday. i'm the worst person to talk about feelings and shit to, but... i got 'em. for you." toji was done with it. he didn't want to stretch it any further. not after the day you'd had.

you opened your mouth to speak but he cut you off, "sit with it for a while. ya don't need to answer me right now."

toji picked megumi up from your lap, carrying him in his arms. he pressed a soft, patient kiss to your lips. "belated happy birthday," he said against your lips, got up and left, leaving a large hole in your door.

[ambient song y/n might vibe to: jeene mein aaye maza, by ankur tiwari]

you wandered aimlessly in the convenience store, picking up things and putting them back where they didn't belong. you circled the whole store thrice until the cashier asked you if something was wrong. paying for cheap beer and rice crackers you didn't even want, you left the store.

you walked home in the evening, head in the clouds. (a cloud shaped like toji)

he liked you. his words hammered in your mind like construction workers at the crack of dawn. girls usually felt giddy after hearing a boy confess to them. the fuck were you feeling? and why was it some kind of diarrhoea? you mind went back to how you'd kissed and how good it felt. there was no doubt that you found him attractive. you liked spending time with him. but did you like him? what even would you do if you did? date him? be his girlfriend? mother to his child? how did one go about dating an older man? if anything, he'd end up with another child.

you walked by a park, watching children playing (mostly falling), building sandcastles in the pit (and falling on them), running around chasing nothing (and falling), scurrying into their parents' arms (guess what).

did you want to be that to megumi? because being with toji meant being with megumi and being responsible for him.

you sat down on the pavement, sipping on beer that tasted like toothpaste, pondering over what kind of life you'd build for yourself. you were not interested in hook up culture. committed relationships were made to sound like life imprisonment sentences. the titles didn't apply to you and especially him. what would being with toji even look like? once your little quinn project comes to an end, what then? would he grab the cash and bolt? would he stay? would he stay anyway?

the more you sat and thought about it, the more things blurred. you thought it best not to overthink it. he did tell you to not rush an answer. but you were not the most patient of all people. the one thing you disliked was how things get awkward every time someone confesses their feelings out of the blue and the other has to be the dealbreaker.

you decided to do the rest of the thinking at home. the city was twinkling with christmas lights and decorations. it was always a wonderful sight to see. it made you want to travel to a quaint countryside only to realise your long lost love for the holiday season and family values as you broke into song about reuniting with your childh-yes, that hallmark movie.

when you entered through the gate to your building, you spotted megumi near the postboxes. a very uncomfortable megumi... in the arms of a woman you'd never seen. she looked rich. fur coat, pradas, sunglasses that covered her whole face like a covid shield. megumi so didn't want to be held like that. your gaze fell on toji, who... drumroll... had the exact same expression as his kid. as you walked in that direction you could hear the conversation.

"he likes me, don't you think?" PLEASE that's what rich people sound like?

"just put him down," toji sighed.

"no, i'm gonna steal him!!!" she giggled, shoving her face into megumi. he flinched and pushed himself away from her.

"aww, he's so playful... toji, why don't you invite me over for a drink?"

megumi wiggled like a worm in her arms, trying to escape her grip. he twisted like a pretzel until she had to put him down. but she held onto his hand tightly. that didn't go unnoticed by toji who was growing angrier every passing minute.

"come on... it'll be fun," she sneered.

"i gotta look after my kid." that was all he said.

"i'm sure he won't mind... right meggy? you'll let daddy and i play for a while, right?" megumi tried to pry her hands off, but she tugged at him harshly.

suddenly, all the diarrhoea made sense. the blur cleared. your eyes narrowed as you observed the audacious scene unfolding before you. something in your head snapped and you took purposeful steps towards her, and offensive gaze locked, devoid of any remorse.

swatting her hand off of megumi's, you put the kid behind you protectively. in a millisecond, your hand swung with conscious thought, as you smashed the beer bottle on her head. the glass shattered on her scalp, cutting through the background noise like a warning shot.

"not. your. kid."

caught between shock and appreciation for your sudden defence, toji covered his curled mouth with his palm. he looked at megumi, who stood behind you, holding the ends of your jacket. the kid looked back at his father, smirking mischievously. toji turned his cackling laughter into an asthmatic cough.

the woman couldn't take a hint even when it hit her in the skull.

"who do you think you are?"

"how dare you hit me? do you know who i am?"

"i'm talking to you!!! hello!!!??"

you let her run her mouth. you weren't interested in what she had to say. you looked down at megumi. you could see the faint red strip that circled his wrist. you knew how manipulative it was to use toji's kid as a means to get to him. you already befell his threat. but you understood it all of a sudden.

the honest urge to protect your kid.

the woman eventually stomped and left, mouthing cuss words at passersby.

"so... care to explain what that was?" asked toji, folding his hands, looking at you with fascination.

"my answer," you said with a smile as you held megumi's little hand, rubbing the back of it with your thumb.

toji smirked proudly.

"what happened here?" asked the building watchman, who heard about the act of violence from others who witnessed it.

"nothing interesting,"

"they're saying you harassed a woman," he was quick to throw an accusing glance at toji.

"nonsense! just some personal drama," you interrupted. "that's the father, this is his son."

"and that's the unholy spirit..." toji mumbled to the guard, earning a death glare from you.

the three of you walked towards the elevator. you handed megumi the rice crackers you bought and he wasted no time in digging in. toji put his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer as he whispered in your ear, "what does a fella like me have to do to see you smash another bottle again?"

"flirt with another woman and i'll gladly smash one on your head."

toji's deep chuckle vibrated in your ear.

megumi dragged you inside their house to show you his new sketches. he'd really outdone himself. he'd also made his father hang all the small drawings on the christmas tree they had in their living room. toji was glad that he'd found something to occupy himself with. not that he didn't want to spend time with the kid, but seeing him not get overly attached to a single parent relieved the giant weight on his shoulders.

"mmm! gumi, i have a gift for you."

megumi trotted to you like a puppy, eyes twinkling like stars.

"you're gonna spoil him."

"correct."

you gave him a cd. "i wrote you a song." megumi clutched the cd like a prized trophy. he opened the case and showed his father the cd. you'd chased down your producer's sales guy to put one of megumi's sketches as the cd cover.

"when did you even have time to do this?"

"last night. and today morning."

"you didn't sleep?"

you looked away from him, perfectly expecting a fatherly scolding. instead, toji just chortled. he left megumi to listen to your song on a loop as the two of you went to your apartment. (sorry megs, but this is a toji x y/n)

you closed the door, swearing that the hole where your doorknob used to be was getting bigger by each minute. not a moment later, toji had his arms wrapped around you, his mouth on yours. you dropped the grocery bags on the floor and threw your hands around his neck. bumping into nearly every piece of furniture along the way, you sauntered into your room, lips glued to each other. he kissed you like it was the last thing he could do in the world and you kissed him like it was the first thing you wanted to do before anything else.

"mmm... hold on," toji pulled away momentarily and said, "promise me one thing."

"what?"

"you don't disappear when shit hits the fan. you come talk to me."

you felt guilt churn inside you, recalling how you'd left toji and megumi to wonder what 'they' had done wrong to make you go distant.

you nodded. "i promise."

toji held you in his arms for a while, taking a look at your face. he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and you winced.

"ow! careful, i just got my ear pierced."

toji raised his eyebrows. he pushed your hair aside and saw a helix piercing, the edge of your ear pink and slightly swollen.

"that looks like it hurt."

"oh, it did."

"then why'd ya get it?"

"i always get piercings on my birthday."

"why?" toji honestly didn't understand this form of self-harm.

"what can i say, buddy, i love getting stabbed..." you said plainly, backing away and took your shoes off.

toji snorted a laugh at your comment. "masochist."

"aww, big man uses big words now..." you said, keeping your shoes under your bed. toji simply slapped your ass.

"sadist."

"by the way, i added some background noises to our recording. it sounds so good!"

"oh? let's hear it then," said toji, sitting down on your bed. he was glad to see you be your usual confident self. last night had him tensed with worry. even though he wasn't the source of your pain, he couldn't imagine how lonely you must've felt spending your birthday crying as life wickedly toasted to your parent's death, scarring the one day you were supposed to own with pride.

you made him listen to some excerpts, but ended up talking over them anyway, excitedly telling him how smartly you had edited some things. he just watched you with a small smile. whenever you turned to face him, his eyes fell on your piercing. he counted how many you had. nine. marking nine years of an anniversary nobody would want to remember like this. four piercings on each ear and one in your nose. did you really need the pain to validate your broken heart? did it make you feel like you deserved it?

he dismissed those thoughts from his head. it was your decision. and you bore it like an ornament, and not a scar. plus, he now that he fully took your face in, he couldn't deny hot incredibly hot those piercings looked on you. the thought of you sitting through that and showing off your piercings made his stomach flip. seriously, how much more hot could you get?

as if to answer his question, your recording played in his ear, some scene at a party with your characters failing to keep their hands to themselves. his voice blended with yours like the perfect duet. the way you spoke, changing your tone, pitch, hell, even your little laugh to suit your character made him feral. he wanted to hear you more. but not for some recording. he wanted to hear you for himself.

the moment the recording ended, toji pounced on you, grabbing your neck, careful not to hurt your ear as he kissed you roughly. you gasped, but melted on the spot. you liked where this was going anyway. toji moved his lips along yours, nibbling at you mouth. he let you catch a breath, before shoving his tongue inside, only for it to hitch again.

he pushed you into your bed, immediately hovering over you. he let his hands run up and down your legs. you hummed under his touch. he felt you shuffle underneath. he pulled away for a moment to watch you sneak your phone out of the pocket, finger pressed on a red dot.

"you wanna give your fans a show, baby?" he murmured.

"nuh uh, this is for me," you panted.

toji smirked. "gotta make this good then..." he peppered kiss on your neck, sucking on your skin. he could smell that god awful coconut perfume. to ease the weight his humongous body dumped on you, he shoved his knee between your legs, hoisting himself over you properly. you practically moaned in his mouth at the feeling of his knee rubbing against you. you had no idea what to do with your hands, so you just let them stay on your stomach lifelessly.

toji broke the kiss once more, chuckling at the whine that escaped from your mouth.

"so needy..." he growled, taking his shirt off with one hand. your jaw hung open as you took him in. the way he towered you even when sitting on his knees made him seem almost... monstrous.

toji only it thought it fair to get rid of your clothes too. he held your waist and pulled you to him, hoisting you on his lap. he took your jacket off, throwing it on the floor.

"be careful with the shirt. it's vivienne westwood."

"strip then."

slowly, taking the sweet time of your life, you pulled the shirt off, turning it right side up and neatly folded it, placing it at the far end of your bed.

"you done, sweetie?" he cooed in your ear.

"done."

"lovely. put your hands to use." he had you folded under him, back on the bed, kisses getting rougher, wetter, messier. you clawed at his shoulder, back, neck, chest, every part of him that you could touch. he licked a particular spot just under your ear that made you mewl in pleasure. like a vampire, toji bit your neck, causing you to moan softly.

his free hand unclasped your bra and tossed it away.

"would it kill you to not throw my clothes here and there?"

"thought you liked it violent, baby..." he murmured in your ear, biting a hickey on your neck. he kept switching between kissing your lips and sucking at your neck while he played with your tits, squeezing them, pinching them, kneading them like dough. he was right. they did fit in his hands perfectly. he latched his mouth onto one, making you squirm under him.

toji was absorbing your body. he felt bold; bold to take what he wanted from you. well, what he wanted was you. your body, your hips, your mouth, all of it. he wanted to show you just how desirable you were to him.

the hand that roamed your waist slowly trailed down your cargo pants. you didn't even realise when he took them off, but it was good anyway. less is more.

at an agonisingly slow pace, the tips of his fingers teased you over your panties. toji took a look at you, covered in his marks, lips pink and swollen.

he chuckled, "just how many of these stupid panties do you have?"

"I FUCKING KNEW IT. PANTY THIEF!" you smacked his abs.

"they're mine now," toji murmured as back away, spreading your legs apart with his hands, grabbing at your thighs. he kissed your inner thigh languorously making his way down to your wet cunt. he took your panties off, once more putting them back in his pockets. he dipped two of is fingers inside slowly, as if he was learning about your body. he watched your every reaction, every quiver, every hitched breath as he took his time and prepped you for himself. he curled his fingers at an optimal spot and like a cat on heat, you mewled and your legs shut tight around his hand.

"uh uh uh, i need these legs wide open, darling." he knew how much you liked it when he said that. when you didn't spread them, he smacked a hard slap on your hip, causing you to gasp and giggle as you did as directed.

"don't be a brat."

"or what?"

toji didn't retort. instead, he dove straight into your cunt, painting your insides with long strokes with his tongue. he paired it with his forefinger running up and down, inside and out, pushing against your clit. hearing you whimper and pant just made him want to tease you. recording all those dirty audios with you had him gain a mind in the game. like an illusionist, his hands disappeared and he pulled away, making you pine for him.

"toji fushiguro, i will smash a bottle on your head if you ever take your mouth off me like that again..." god, you sounded so sexy.

"ya know... it makes my dick hard when you talk to me like that."

you crunched forward and grabbed his hair, pulling him back to your pussy. toji chuckled, resuming eating you out like a man starved for days.

"oh i bet it does," you said breathlessly, throwing a few more slurred taunts his way. toji extended his free hand and shoved two of his fingers in your mouth.

"put that mouth to use, brat." he groaned in pleasure feeling your tongue swirl around his fingers, sucking them, gently biting them whenever he lapped at your cunt the right away. even with his fingers stuffed in your mouth, he could hear your muffled moans loudly. he sped his pace, slipping his fingers in and out of you, lapping at your core. he felt you clench and he took it as an open invitation to increase the pressure. you let out a long, stretched moan as you gushed all over his chin.

"is this what you ladies call girl dinner?" toji took his fingers out of you, licking them and tasting you, smacking his lips.

you laughed, throwing your head back.

"ugh, shut up."

"make me," you commented, practically waltzing into the man's next plan for you. toji's hand wrapped around your throat as he pulled you up as if you weight nothing. he got off the bed, standing in front of you as you were on all fours.

"gladly," toji slid his pants and boxers down, freeing his hard-as-a-rock girth.

"this isn't fair, toji," you cried at the size of it.

"i know, baby..." he gripped your chin with his fingers, nearly crushing your jaw. you looked up at him and seeing you on your knees for him lit a fire within him.

playfully you licked his wet lip like a kitten...

"cute. but that's not gonna cut it, sweetheart."

"i'll have you know i won the popsicle eating contest in my college..."

toji chuckled, holding his cock out to your face and smacked it against your lips. "gonna keep me waitin'?"

you took his head in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, letting the tip run between the faint slit. you bobbed your head a few times, adjusting to his length and width. you'd be grateful to have a jaw left by the time you've sucked him dry. you took his length in your, stroking what you couldn't. you felt his cock twitch and pulsate in your mouth.

"god, you're doing so well..." toji reached forward, accidentally thrusting more of his dick in your mouth, making you whimper. he picked up your phone, which had been recording every lewd sound you made and he held it by his hip. "you sound so... fucking perfect, baby... gagging over my dick like that."

he pushed your hair aside, gripping it tightly as he pushed your head further in, moaning at how good it felt to have you take damn nearly all of him.

"fuck... shit.... s' good" toji let a buffet of grunts and moans spill out of his mouth. first, because he you took him that well, and second because he wanted you to get off to his voice, just like he did to yours. he began thrusting into your mouth faster, feeling his release creeping its way up. had he known how easy it was for him to come just by getting a quick blowjob, he'd have put more work into the foreplay. but fuck, he loved every damn moment of it. how your mouth was wet and warm, how your pointed tongue knew just where to lick, how your cheeks hollowed to pull him in.

"keep going, baby... i'm almost there," he panted, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back, hips moving at a brutal pace. his mind went to you eating a popsicle for some reason and he laughed, paving the way for a guttural moan that rumbled through his mouth as he came into your mouth. you closed your eyes, letting the uncomfortable feeling pass away as you managed to swallow the barrel full of cum he just shot into your mouth.

toji pulled out, feeling euphoric. he was completely obsessed with you. he wanted to take your right there. he wanted to be inside you. fuck, he wanted to see how loud you could get for him.

a knock on your main door and a small voice calling out to toji snapped you back to your senses.

"what a cockblock," toji sighed.

you threw a pillow at him. "that's your adorable birthday boy you're talking about!"

toji changed back into his clothes, refusing to give you your panties back, earning another pillow to his face. he looked at you to make sure you still didn't have second thoughts about him. but there you were, effortlessly moving around the room, picking up the pieces of clothing he'd tossed here and there. he loved how much fun you had doing all these things with him. it made the experience twice as much worth it.

you changed into your pyjamas and led toji out of your bedroom.

"does it say 'juicy' on your ass?" he said, reading the glittery text on your pants.

"ya bet it does," you smacked your own ass, proud of your sense of fashion, no matter how ridiculous it was.

"gonna fuck that ass someday."

"fix my door first." you peeked through the hole in your door, looking at the top of megumi's hair.

you opened the door to see megumi standing in his pyjamas, holding his demon dog, yawning.

"awww, sorry for keeping your dad for so long."

megumi yawned again, nodding.

"she sang a song for me too, you know..." said toji, picking up his sleepy kid, giving you a wink. you kicked his ass, making him stagger out of your house.

"good night."

"good night..." you smiled at the two.

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[babygirl-diaz]

The Animal In Me Loves the Human In You (BuckTommy Omegaverse)

That's such a bad title but I suck at titles. Also sorry for writing Buck and Tommy so OOC

Summary: In which, Tommy gets hurt and Buck goes feral

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Feral alphas were sadly not a rare occurrence in their line of work. Every month, they came across a case of an alpha going feral, and then they would have to subdue the alpha and make sure they were taken to the nearest alpha care unit. Sometimes Buck and his team were there on time to stop the alpha from hurting anyone but other times, they were as lucky. It both scared and saddened Buck to see other alphas in that state. To think that he is also one bad day away from becoming them terrifies him but to see them not realize the damage they have done until it's too late saddens him too.

Lately, it has become commonplace for alphas to go feral and no one knows why that is. Buck figured there was something in the water. The same water he drank. Shit.

"Tommy! Hey!"

Eddie's voice brought Buck out of his thoughts and all his fears and sadness disappeared when he saw his omega, Tommy.

"Hey, fellas!" Tommy greeted them and his eyes shined when they landed on Buck. "How's it going?"

"What are you doing here?" Buck asked surprised. He resisted the urge to reach out to his omega and pull him in for a hug. But they were working, it wouldn't be right.

"Oh, Lucy and I are here to pick up your patient and transport him," Tommy replied.

"Yeah, I called them," Bobby chimed in. "There are no spaces at the local alpha unit so Jeremy will need to be transported to a facility in Santa Monica."

Buck subtly moved to stand next to Tommy and let their shoulders brush against each other. If he couldn't touch his omega right now then this would have to do.

"Are you okay?" Tommy asked once Lucy started talking to everyone. "I know these cases aren't easy on you."

"Nah, I'm good," Buck replied and smiled at him. "Especially now that you're here."

"You're such a sap," Tommy teased and rolled his eyes. "So what do you want for dinner tonight?"

"Y-"

"I am not on the menu," Tommy quickly cut him off and smirked.

"Well, that sucks. If my favorite dish isn't on the menu then how am I supposed to eat?" Buck pouted at him.

"You'll live," Tommy chuckled, shaking his head. "Anyway, we should get going."

"Do you have to? Can't you just stay a little while and watch me be heroic?" Buck pouted at him again.

"If you two are done flirting, can we transport the patient now?" Lucy cut in.

Tommy cleared his throat and nodded. Buck noticed the slight tint of red on his cheeks.

Buck watched Tommy go, and his heart clenched. He felt a hand on his shoulder and saw Eddie giving him a knowing look. "You'll see him later tonight."

"I know, but I just miss him when he's not here with me. I told him to join us instead but he doesn't want to. Says he enjoys flying too much," Buck explained and remorsefully looked at his omega again.

"Come on, let's go. Our job here is done," Bobby told them.

Just as they turned around to leave, Buck heard a scream. He looked back to see Tommy and Lucy trying to hold the feral alpha down. The feral alpha grabbed Tommy's throat and Buck saw red. He growled and ran towards them.

Buck grabbed the other alpha's arm and tried to pull it off Tommy, who was struggling to breathe. When that didn't work, he growled loudly and flashed his eyes at the other alpha, forcing him to cower and let go of Tommy.

Buck kept snarling at him. All he could think was how this alpha tried to hurt his omega. The alpha in him took over and he grabbed the alpha's throat and squeezed instead.

"Buck!" Someone yelled and soon there were hands, trying to pull him away, but Buck didn't budge. He kept squeezing.

"BUCK!" Bobby growled and let his alpha through, flashing his gold eyes at him.

Buck let go of the alpha immediately and backed off, lowering his eyes at the alpha in charge. He immediately went to Tommy's side and checked on him.

"I'm okay, I'm okay," Tommy assured him and tried to smile but failed.

Buck frowned and checked his neck to see bruises there. He immediately wanted to kill the feral alpha again, but by now Hen and Chimney had subdued him and Bobby was keeping himself in between the feral alpha and Buck.

Everything was a blur after that. His entire focus was only on Tommy. He stayed close to his side as Hen looked at him.

"I'm okay," Tommy tried telling Hen but a low growl rumbled in Buck's throat. "Don't you growl at me, Evan," Tommy said, sounding more amused than pissed off.

"The damage isn't too bad," Hen told them. She said something else after that Buck heard nothing. His sole focus was on Tommy.

"Let's go. I'm taking you home," Buck told Tommy.

"We have work to do, Evan. We can't go home," Tommy gently told him.

"I don't care. I am taking you home where I can keep you safe," Buck told him again.

Suddenly someone grabbed Buck's arm and forced him to turn around. "Buck! What the hell were you people doing when that feral alpha attacked my girlfriend?!"

It was Taylor. Buck looked at her hand on his arm and then back at her.

"Get your hand off me before I break it," Buck warned the other alpha.

"You don't scare me, Buck!" Taylor scoffed at him. "You're a pathetic excuse for an alpha. You can't even protect your own omega! How could I possibly expect you to protect mine?"

"Taylor, stop," Lucy tried pulling her alpha back but it was too late.

Buck saw red once again and his alpha took over. The next thing he knew, he lunged at Taylor.

Someone shouted his name and then people were trying to hold him back. But Buck kept growling and snarling, and he only saw Taylor, having a deep urge to kill her.

Buck's only mission at that moment was to kill Taylor and the feral alpha who hurt his omega.

But he was being forced to lie down and was strapped to the gurney as he thrashed about, trying to break free.

"No, no, no, wait! Lemme talk to him before you give him that."

Buck heard Tommy's voice and then his face came into view. He reached out to touch Buck and Buck snarled at him.

"Evan, baby, hey, it's me. Your omega. Your Tommy. You remember me, right?"

How could Buck ever forget him? Buck stopped snarling and just blinked at him instead.

"Yeah, of course you remember me." Tommy smiled at him and Buck suddenly felt a lot calmer.

"Tommy?" His voice sounded small and pathetic to himself.

"Yeah, baby, it's me. I know you were just trying to protect me and I love you for that," Tommy told him in a gentle voice.

Buck's chest stopped heaving and he struggled to push his alpha back. "I'm sorry," he said when he finally won.

"You have nothing to be sorry for. Everyone here understands that you were just looking out for me," Tommy assured him.

"How on Earth did you do that?" Buck heard Chimney ask. "Man, you just calmed down a feral alpha."

"He's not a feral alpha. He's my Evan," Tommy told him before leaning down to kiss Buck. Buck eagerly kissed him back and was freed from the restraints.

Buck sat up on the gurney and pulled Tommy close as he continued to kiss him, not caring who saw them.

[lisutarid-a]

[Gakuen K] Yatogami Kuroh Route Translation

Hanetsuki

LIST OF CHAPTERS

[Translation under the cut]

Neko: Ahhh, I'm beaten!

Saya: Kuro-kun wins 4th time in a row…You're good at Hanetsuki (japanese badminton).

Kuroh: Hanetsuki is not the only thing I'm good at.

Neko: Shiro, you have to defeat Kurosuke!

Shiro: I wish I could, but I got defeated in the first round. What should I do…?

Shiro: Oh, right. How about me, you, and Neko vs. Kuro?

Kuroh: Three vs. one? That won't be fair.

Shiro: B-Because if I don't get a handicap like that, I won't be able to win.

Saya: I think Kuro-kun would win even if it is 3 vs. 1.

Neko: That's not true! Wagahai is invincible with Shiro and Gohan!

Kuroh: Oi…There will be three of you…

Neko: Kurosuke~, are you scared? Are you afraid of losing to the Wagahai and the others after all you said?

Kuroh: …There is no way I would lose. Alright, challenge accepted. Watch my Hanetsuki's skills!

Kuroh: Damn it…!

Saya: Woo-hoo, I got one point!

Neko: Nice, Gohan! Kurosuke is not cool~!

Kuroh: Agh, I haven't lost yet!

Shiro: Sorry, but the game is over. Good job, everyone~!

Saya: I see. This is now our 10th win out of 10 rounds…so I guess we won!

Kuroh: Agh…That's not fair…

Neko: Sorry to keep you waiting! I brought the equipment for the punishment game!

Saya: Punishment game?

Kuroh: I didn't get the memo.

Neko: Of course, I didn't mention it.

Kuroh: Don't say that so proud.

Shiro: Well-well. It looks interesting, so why not?

Saya: Brush, ink… You want him to do kakizome (Japanese traditional first writing of the year)?

Neko: That's not it, Wagahai and the others will draw. On Krosuke's face!

Kuroh: What…!

Kuroh: The loser of Hanetsuki gets their face scribbled with ink as punishment! Get ready, Krosuke!

Shiro: Sounds like fun, I am in!

Saya: Neko-chan, Shiro-kun stop. I'll feel sorry for Kuro-kun if you both draw on him. Here…

Choice: [Let Shiro to draw] ❤

Saya: How about leave it to Shiro-kun?

Kuroh: …I don't agree. Why leave it to Shiro?

Kuroh: Why am I being punished in the first place?

Saya: I don't know either. Those two are unstoppable…

Saya: I don't think Shiro-kun would do anything more crazy than Neko.

Shiro: What are you two talking about?

Kuroh: Nothing. …I'm ready. Get on with it.

Shiro: Oka-ay.

Shiro: Here it is, let's see…Oh, I made a mistake.

Kuroh: You made a mistake!?

Shiro: Ah, it's okay, it's okay. It's just a figure of speech, it's acceptable…I think.

Kuroh: …

Shiro: …Alright, it's done!

Saya: Shiro-kun, are you finished already? That was quick--.

Saya: …

Kuroh: What's wrong?

Saya: I-I think…it's artistic…!

Shiro: Right? It's a masterpiece!

Kuroh: Oi, do you have a mirror?

Saya: Uhm… Here.

Kuroh: Thank you.

Shiro: How is it, Kuro? You're a beautiful wom-Whoa!

Kuroh: Shiro…I gonna stab you with the hagoita (a rectangular wooden paddle used to play hanetsuki), you bastard!

Shiro: W-Why~! It's a masterpi-iece~!

Saya: …They run away.

Neko: Wagahai is hungry! I want to eat mochi!

Saya: Right, well, let's go back to the clubroom.

Choice: [Let Neko to draw]

Saya: Neko-chan is the one who propose it, so let's have Neko-chan to draw.

Kuroh: How come?

Neko: Yaaay, drawing-drawing! Wagahai is the artist! Leave it to me!

Kuroh: You don't even know what an artist means…

Kuroh: …That's enough.

Neko: Not yet!

Kuroh: … … ….Let me go already.

Neko: It's still not ready! Krosuke, stay still! If you move, it'll never be finished!

Kuroh: Agh…Hurry up.

Saya: (Ah, looks like it's finished)

Kuroh: …How did it come out?

Saya: Y-you know…It suits you very well…Fufu.

Kuroh: Why are you laughing?

Saya: I-I'm not laughing.

Kuroh: No. You seem to be holding back, but couldn't resist it. …Is that so funny?

Saya: W-Who knows…I'll lend you a mirror.

Kuroh: This is…Neko!

Neko: Wah! I need to run away~!

Saya: …They run away.

Shiro: Moreover, with such a face. When someone sees him, Kuro will be embarrassed.

Shiro: Whew, it's getting kinda cold. Shall we go back to my room and make oshiruko (sweet red-bean soup)?

Saya: What with Kuro-kun and the others?

Shiro: They'll be back soon. Come on, let's go!

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[shvrker-a]

♡(ŐωŐ人) IDK IF I SENT ONE ALREADY

child !! ⟡ always accepting

NAME: isamu kou

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE: he’s got messy neck-length black hair that he hasn’t bothered to keep tending to ( he’s been like that since before the two adopted him, & seeing how darce does the same thing makes him not want to tend to it even more ). no matter the weather conditions, be it scorching hot or freezing cold, he’s always wearing a hoodie jacket !! he’s got different ones, ofc, but he’s never seen without one. standing at 5′7 & with yellow eyes that came from his biological parents, he sometimes wears red contacts ( both bc he’s got kinda bad long-distant eye sight & bc he likes red’s eye colour & wants red eyes too ). his hands are calloused from swinging around his bat too much and !! he’s got sort of an athletic body & bought himself a hat that’s similar to red’s.

PERSONALITY: having grown up in an adoption house with a great many kids, he’s grown fond of being on his own & in utter silence. he’s there, but since there’s so many kids, what he has to say barely matters ( & bc of that he’s barely spoken to many people ). a boy of few words, when he does speak, he’s rather blunt & he never knows when he’s gone too far with his words & can’t really differentiate between insult & compliment. despite that, now that he has a family that cares for him, he’s found himself trying to bring himself out of his shell ( like when he found out you hug someone you care about, he’s suddenly out hugging his newest friends & they’re mega confused bc it’s so sudden & out of place ). he always enjoys trying out darce’s new baking inventions & looking to red for advice about anything & everything. he enjoys reading & his bag is almost always filled with books !! he loves his parents to death & would fight anyone who insults either of them. he also really enjoys sports, especially !! baseball !! whenever not with his friends, he’s always out either training ( by either swinging his bat or jogging ) or reading books.

FUTURE: he’s a pokemon trainer that mostly focuses on the strength of his pokemon rather than getting badges & being champion. he enjoys entering competitions such as the battle tree, battle frontier, battle subway & other similar places !! most of the time he also enters dual-battles with his friend/crush– which are battles he enjoys that he enjoys the most.

FIRST LOVE: that one boy who approached him first the moment he moved in with darce & red !! since he’s hella awkward at making friends, having him continuously approach him & try to be his friend caused kou to fall for him. he’s always really nervous when around him, that’s for sure, but nevertheless is always really happy to have someone by his side & often travels with him in small adventures ( often acts like that side friend that seems like he doesn’t give a shit but actually does & no one is able to tell except for his crush & his parents )

POKEMON TEAM: garchomp, chingling, munna, machamp, blaziken & toxicroak !!

IMAGE REFERENCE: tsukihiko amo ( world trigger )

bonus: 

[helloalycia]

The Wrong Lifetime — Fourteen // Wanda Maximoff

chapter thirteen | story masterlist | main masterlist | wattpad | epilogue

author’s note: the last chapter is finally here! i hope you like it 😊

There were many times when I'd get distracted by thoughts of Wanda.

I could be going for a walk and remember that time she tripped over the flat pavement, almost bringing me down with her. I could be shopping for stationary and remember that time she almost bought the whole shop in one visit. I could be sitting by the water fountain and remember that time she tried to make a wish, only to drop her whole purse in it.

This time, I'd just woken up to the sun streaming through my curtains. I rolled over to an empty bed, hand brushing against the cold sheets as they expected more. For some reason, my subconscious decided to taunt me with a memory taking place just after we'd first made love in her room...

"I love you so much," Wanda told me with an enchanting smile.

I turned to face her, one arm comfortable under the pillow as the other rested outside the duvet, covering my bare chest. She raised her hand, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear before resting her hand there. I smiled at the contact and felt a warmth spreading all over me at the affectionate gaze she sent my way.

"I know, love, you only said it several times," I teased lightly, making her chuckle. "I love you, too, though, in case you didn't know."

She sighed contently, eyes closing. I admired how beautiful she looked with her hair sprawled over her bare shoulders, smile on her lips and freckles dusting her skin. Her touch still ghosted my body, taste still embedded between my lips, scent still wavering in my nose. She was permanent and I was certain she'd never leave.

"We should probably get up in case somebody comes to check on us," she said, interrupting my moment of admiration.

Her eyes flickered open slowly, blue with golden flecks glistening right back at me. Suddenly, anything that happened after this didn't matter to me. For once, I appreciated where we were, what we had and nothing more or less. No wedding, no future... just now.

"We should," I agreed regretfully, though her leg moved closer to mine and made me wish we could stay here longer. "I wish we didn't have to."

She smiled halfheartedly, hand moving down my cheek, caressing the skin, before they rested at my chin. She outlined my lips with her thumb before leaning forward and stealing a kiss.

"Can't we have a few more minutes?" she asked, lips brushing mine as she spoke.

She was making it very hard to deny her and judging from the playful smirk on her lips, she knew that.

"I guess we can," I agreed quietly, making her smile with satisfaction.

She rolled on top of me, capturing my lips in a kiss as her bare chest pressed to mine and my hand found her waist for support. As usual, the effect she had on me was indescribable and I couldn't imagine us ever leaving the bed. I knew for sure that I'd never been happier than I was in that moment.

It was such a perfect moment, but it haunted me. Nothing felt right without her. She'd overwhelmed all of my senses and remained, even when I didn't have her by me in person. The wedding was literally in a few weeks, but I hadn't managed to get over her.

How could I be her maid of honour when I could barely speak to her? Not without wanting to curl in a ball and cry afterwards. Every thing I did seemed to be filled with memories of her. She was inescapable.

A groan left my lips as I dragged my hand down my face with frustration. I couldn't let her get to me yet again. I had an interview with the local paper today. The last thing I needed was Wanda as a distraction.

So, with that lovely thought lingering in my mind, I dragged myself out of bed to get ready for the day ahead.

—

Press interviews weren't something I was used to.

Whenever Y/B/N had them with journalists for his books, I wasn't present. The only thing I heard was when he came back and told me how it went, then I proceeded to read about it in the paper the next day.

I was sat in Steve's office at Maximoff Publishing with Steve sat by my side, sending me a supportive smile. A journalist from the local paper sat before us, notebook and pen in hand as he watched on with curious eyes.

"So, Y/N," he began. "I'll start with the obvious, if you don't mind."

I glanced at Steve who nodded encouragingly. Clearing my throat, I looked to the journalist. "Sure thing."

He smiled and glanced at his notebook before asking, "How does it feel to be published? You're Pietro Maximoff's first female author."

"An author who happens to be female," I corrected, hoping I didn't come off as rude. "And that isn't something that should be new, in my opinion. It should be normalised."

He nodded, noting it down in his notebook. "Controversy... I like it."

Swallowing hard, I resisted the urge to roll my eyes.

"I think the readers would like to know how you managed to score a publisher," he began his next question. "How exactly did you get noticed amongst the many authors that look to be published?"

Okay, not so difficult, I could answer that.

"Well, it was actually my–" I paused, Wanda's face flashing to mind. Okay, maybe a little difficult.

"Your...?" the journalist prompted.

I blinked, attempting to find my words.

"Wanda," Steve answered, starting me off.

I looked to him with grateful eyes before looking back to the journalist. "Right. Yes. Wanda."

"Your brother's fiancé, right?" the journalist asked for clarification.

"Yes," I answered, with an accidental clipped tone. "She... she was the one who gave my work to her brother. Asked him to look at it. And the rest is history."

The journalist was making notes as I spoke, nodding and humming in response, before looking to me with raised brows.

"So, the wedding," he said, making me wince subtly. "Are you excited?"

Forcing a smile, I said, "Ecstatic."

"How does it feel to have your two families uniting?" he asked, and I chewed on my lips, unsure how to respond.

"I– er–"

"Are you afraid that Y/B/N marrying Wanda may put him in Pietro's good graces?" he interrupted eagerly, leaning forward in his seat.

I opened my mouth to answer, but I didn't know what to say that wouldn't land me in hot water or make me look like a jealous sibling. Glancing to Steve questioningly, he thankfully noticed my speechlessness and gave the journalist a warning stare.

"Can you stay on topic, please?" he asked the keen journalist. "Y/N is here to talk about her book and nothing more."

"Okay, okay," the journalist gave in, making me exhale slowly. "What's next in store for your readers, Y/N? A sequel, perhaps?"

"I'm not sure," I answered truthfully. "I'm still in awe at the reception from the first one."

He nodded, note taking as he listened. "How many books do you think you'll get out of your career before getting married like your brother?"

I raised my eyebrows with disbelief. But I didn't get to answer as he was already moving onto his next question.

"Are you not worried about getting married? You know, men don't like smart women."

Narrowing my eyes at him, I clenched my fists by my side and was very close to strangling him before we were interrupted. A servant whom I recognised from home knocked on the door and earned everyone's attention.

"Oh, tell him to go away," the journalist said dismissively, waving his hand.

Steve looked to me and I plastered a bitter smile on my lips as I glanced at the journalist.

"I'd let him in if I were you," I told Steve, and he seemed to understand that I was about to pummel the journalist if I wasn't distracted, because he nodded and motioned for the servant to enter.

The journalist sighed rudely and I clenched my jaw before looking to the servant with a quirked brow. He looked out of breath, panting for air and face flushed red.

"Did you run here?" I realised, cocking my head to the side with confusion.

He nodded, straightening up and attempting to catch his breath. "Yes, Miss Y/L/N. Very sorry to interrupt, but your mother insisted I hurry."

My eyes widened. "Oh, God, what happened? Is she okay?"

"Kind of," he answered, before clarifying, "The wedding between your brother and Miss Maximoff has been cancelled."

"What?!" everyone in the room asked at the same time.

What did he mean the wedding had been cancelled?! Wanda and Y/B/N weren't going to get married?

"I don't know the details," the servant got out quickly. "I just know that your mother sent me to fetch you as soon as possible. She's distraught and requires you home immediately."

I nodded instantly, already making a move to stand up, then I remembered where I was.

"You mustn't publish anything you just heard," I told the journalist with a stern finger, but he seemed over the moon at the news.

"Go, Y/N, your mother needs you," Steve said, resting a hand on my shoulder as he, too, stood up. He side-eyed the journalist as he added, "I'll take care of this tool."

At that, the journalist's eyes widened with fear and judging from the smirk on Steve's lips, I knew things would be okay.

"Thank you," I told him, hugging him quickly, before looking to the servant. "I'll go now. Thank you."

After giving the servant some money to grab a treat and calm him from his breathless state, I got a carriage home with my mind racing a million thoughts a minute.

Why was the wedding off? My mum was distraught, according to the servant, so that could only mean it hadn't been her choice. Was it Y/B/N? Had he broken it off? Or maybe it was Wanda? But no. She'd never do that. She wouldn't hurt her family like that.

I wasn't sure what it was, but I definitely didn't know how to feel. This could either be heavily in my favour or go against me in the worst way possible...

When I arrived home, I found my family in the dining room. My mum was sat down, upset and shaking her head in her hands, tear marks on her face. My dad was sat beside her, rubbing her back soothingly and whispering calming things to her as my brother stood to the side, looking apologetic and uncomfortable.

"It's okay, mum, it'll be okay," he was saying to her from across the table. "It's not a big deal. I can find somebody–"

"Hello...," I began awkwardly, standing in the doorway and hesitant to move forward. "I just got the news from our servant. What happened?"

"Oh, Y/N, you shouldn't have–" my father began regretfully, before my mum slammed her hand on the table and glared at my brother.

"Y/B/N broke off the engagement!" she shouted with frustration.

"There you go...," my dad mumbled before returning his attention to his wife.

"Mum, I–"

"You did what?!" I cut Y/B/N off with raised brows. "You broke off the engagement? You dumped Wanda?"

He looked to me with sad eyes. "Y/N–"

"You idiot!" I shouted, feeling angry as I imagined the effect this must have had on the Maximoff family. "What the hell is wrong with you?! Why would you–?!"

He grabbed my waving arm and dragged me out of the dining room, making me shove him off when we reached the hall.

"Why the hell did you break it off?!" I yelled at him with a glare. "Why would you–"

"I didn't!" he whisper-shouted back, looking down at me with a downcast expression. "She did!"

My anger faded as I realised he was telling the truth. He looked genuinely hurt, eyes glassy and a frown on his lips. Wanda was the one to break it off? What?

"She broke it off with me," he elaborated quietly, so our parents couldn't hear. "She told me this morning. She said she didn't love me and that she couldn't marry me."

I swallowed hard, looking away from him momentarily. "Why did you tell mum and dad that it was you who broke up with her?"

He pinched his forehead with agitation. "Because it looks a lot less foolish if I say it was me rather than her. She doesn't love me, Y/N. She never did."

I risked looking at him, seeing his disheartened expression. Part of me felt guilty because I knew it was my fault this had happened, but I couldn't exactly say that to him, so I stayed quiet. He shook his head once more before walking away, leaving me standing there with shock.

"Er, Miss Y/L/N?"

I spun around when one of our servants approached me.

"I know now isn't the best time," she began, "but a letter came for you earlier. I left it on your desk as you were at work."

Nodding, I offered the servant a halfhearted smile before watching her leave. There was so much to unpack right now...

I headed upstairs and to my room to see what letter was here for me. But I was finding it hard to focus since all that was on my mind was the broken engagement and Y/B/N and Wanda... I needed to see her. What the hell was I doing here?

Planning on going to see Wanda as soon as possible, I grabbed the letter from my desk with the intention of reading it on the way out, but then I recognised the handwriting on the front and paused at my desk.

It was Wanda's handwriting.

I hurried to tear open the envelope, wondering what she had to say. It was no doubt related to the broken engagement.

Dearest Y/N,

I hope that you manage to read this letter before you hear the news, but knowing our families, you'll read it afterwards. In which case, you will know that I have broken off the engagement with Y/B/N.

It was the right thing to do. I chose to do it and I'm sorry if it's caused tension between your brother and your family, but I knew that I couldn't go forward with it when I'm in love with you. I'm not expecting you to come back to me and run away together all dramatically – this isn't about that.

I did this for myself. I'm not in love with your brother and I never was. He should have known that. He had to. Because if not, I'm afraid I broke his heart. And that's the last thing I wanted.

I also did this for you. I need you to know that I'm not heartless or horrible and I didn't expect you to sacrifice anything for me. Cheating on your brother with you... I never meant for this to happen, nor did I mean to get in the way of you both. Falling in love with you was completely accidental, but I don't regret it.

I don't want to go on too much, but I just needed you to know the truth, from me, that I am truly sorry for causing you such pain. I'm still in love with you and I'll never forget what we had. In another lifetime, maybe we could have worked. I'm certain that you were always perfect for me, as was what we had. You are magic, Y/N. I just wasn't powerful enough to keep you.

When I finished reading, I flipped the page over, expecting to find more, but it was blank. She'd ended it there and I didn't know what to think. My heart was racing, mind adjusting too slowly for my liking. She'd broke it off with him for me. I knew she loved me, but I guess I'd never realised just how much.

After recovering from my shock, I put the letter away and left for Wanda's, not bothering to tell my family where I was going. My dad was attempting to console my disappointed mother as Y/B/N moped around somewhere else, so I took that as my chance to nip out without them noticing.

I was trying to plan what to say to her – I didn't even know what I wanted to say to her. She said she didn't expect me to get back with her, and even without Y/B/N and their engagement in the way, we still couldn't be together. Not like how we wanted to be. But I wanted to. I wanted her. All this time without her had been heartbreaking – I didn't want to leave her again. I didn't know the specifics of how we would work, but we could work. We had to.

When I reached her house, it was her mother who opened the door. And that's when I realised that I wasn't sure if she blamed Y/B/N or her daughter for the engagement breaking apart.

"Iryna, hi," I greeted with a nervous smile. "I'm sorry if this is a bad time–"

"Y/N, I'm glad you're here," she cut me off, immediately pulling me in for a hug. "Thank you for coming."

I nodded with mild confusion, returning the hug, before pulling away.

"I'm so sorry for the pain Wanda has caused to your family," she said regretfully. "I hope that your parents aren't as distraught as we are."

I eyed her strangely, still not sure what Wanda had told her. Either way, I didn't bother questioning it as my urgency to see Wanda was overpowering my curiosity.

"It's okay, Iryna, there's no need to apologise," I reassured her. "My family will be okay... I just thought I'd come and check in on Wanda. It's a lot, what happened."

She nodded sympathetically. "Thank you, sweetheart. You're such a good friend to her." She stood to the side to let me in. "Go on up. She's in her room. Hasn't come out since this morning."

I offered a small, awkward smile Iryna's way before letting myself in and going upstairs to Wanda's room. My palms were sweaty and my mouth was dry – stupidly juxtaposed – when I stopped before Wanda's door. On the way over here, I still hadn't decided what to say. I figured it would just come to me when I saw her. One could hope.

Knocking on the door, I heard her sweet, accented voice give me permission to enter. My stomach flipped at the sound and I did as she said. Closing the door behind me, I turned and saw Wanda sat at a stool before a canvas.

Noticing I didn't say anything, she glanced over her shoulder casually, probably expecting a family member. She widened her eyes when she realised it was me and immediately stood up, smoothing out her paint-covered smock in an attempt to look neater. The simple action warmed my heart – she was adorable and I couldn't help but smile.

"Hi," I said quietly.

She cleared her throat, eyes darting around nervously. "Hey. I didn't– what are– hi."

I let my eyes wander, admiring her messy ponytail and the strokes of paint on her face that she definitely wasn't aware of. She was stunning, even with her confused eyes and pursed lips. Better yet, her hand was ring-free and I was reminded of the fact that she wasn't engaged anymore.

"I assume you're here because you read the letter," she began apologetically, but I didn't let her finish because the longer I was in her presence, the more I realised I wanted to kiss her.

Approaching her, I found her eyes before pressing my lips to hers. My hands cupped her cheeks as I held her close, revelling in her taste and scent and touch. She was quick to react, her fingers curling around my waist and tugging me towards her, squeezing our bodies together. Breathing became a problem and we regretfully had to pull away, but remained close enough to exchange breaths and swim in each other's eyes. I'd never been more relieved to see the colour green.

"You're not mad," she realised, looking between my eyes as if trying to search for some anger.

"How can I be mad that you broke off your engagement for me, knowing we can never be together in the way that you deserve?" I asked with disbelief.

She smiled beautifully, making my heart flutter in my chest. "You still love me."

I stole another kiss from her lips. "I never stopped, Wanda. Of course I still love you."

She rested her forehead to mine and closed her eyes peacefully. "Thank you for coming back."

I laughed, feeling tears brim my eyes. "I'm not leaving again, love. We'll find a way to make this work. I promise you that."

Wanda Maximoff deserved the world. And I was going to give it to her in this lifetime and beyond.

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Hey there, can i request a fic in which tommys daughter (6years) wants to "move out", because he hasnt had much time to spend w her, so shes fed up and even backs a suitcase to leave. Later on (almost midnight) tommy cones home at the exact moment she wants to "leave". The rest would be up to you. Just lots of fluff <33

I think I made her a bit younger, and this is a bit on the shorter side. It was impossible for me to not give this a fluffy happy ending. It made me feel like it's all out of character but my own daddy issues got in the way....

Thank you, thank you, thank youuuu for the request <3

Rating: G - sad little babe tears, dad tears, happy ending, Hurt comfort.

To say it was a long day was a fucking understatement. Endless meetings, three additional shootings, and of course, one big family disagreement. Coming home was never any better. Lizzy was always unhappy, but keeping her at arms length seemed to be the only proven method I had at keeping her alive. This however, did not make for a very happy marriage.

Spending time with the children was becoming impossible. Something that made me feel more and more like my father. I shook the thoughts off rolling down the window, the cold air doing very little to calm the fires in my head. But any sliver of relief was better than none.

Thankfully we’d managed to snuff out that pompous asshole. Damage control was over, no more fucking Nazis in my head, no more daily trips into the fucking city. Two trips a week max, my time was needed elsewhere.

Pulling up to the house I parked the car and lit a cigarette. At this hour everyone should be asleep, perhaps I would go upstairs and try my best to do the same.

Opening the door I looked down to see little Ruby fully dressed with her bag in her hand. Panic swallowed me whole, what had happened, why were they leaving? Looking around the place was dead silent, did they leave her behind? My vision started to spin, were they dead?

I looked back down at her and she burst into tears.

“Daddy I’m sorry.” She ran towards me and I scooped her up.

“Baby what happened, where is everyone?” I couldn't help the shaking in my hands as I waited for her to try and answer.

“They are sleeping. I'm leaving” I let out a sharp breath of relief, only to be crushed by the weight of her words.

“Where are you going, love?”

“I’m going away - t-t-to go be a proper gypsy. All on my own.” She was still crying words tumbling out of her mouth.

“Why would you want to go out all on your own?” I carried on the conversation taking her through to the kitchen as she tried to catch her breath. Sitting down in one of the chairs near the fire, I held her tight, rubbing circles on her back. I knew full well what she was going to tell me, but it didn't break my heart any less.

“Its v-very hard for me to leave.” She hiccupped

“Then why don't you stay?” I responded calmly

“Because you don't love me.” The tears started again, sobbing and hiccupping. “It-s oka-y I don't blame you. I’m not as go-od at things as Charlie. Or mum-m. It’s better-r for me to go.”

I could feel my own tears start to spill over, there wasn't any point in trying to keep them in at this point. It had been an especially horrible winter for the family. Perhaps my ambitions were going to cost me everything before I learned my lesson. My mind flashed though my memories of my own father and I had to resist the urge to puke. I hated that I was the reason she felt so horrible. I hated that I knew exactly how she felt. Looking up at absent father, slowly destroying his family for ambition. I hated that it took her pain for me to see what should be obvious.

“Darling, I love you so much” My voice caught and she pressed her forehead against mine. “I had to go away and do all this business and boring stuff, so I could keep everyone safe. But it's over now. Okay love? It's not you, it was just business keeping me away.”

“Promise? I can't try any harder to make this work.” A child this small shouldn't have the capacity to sound so defeated.

“Oh love, you don't have to try for me. There isn't anything that could make me stop loving you.”

“Promise?” Her big blue eyes forced my decision. Things would have to change around here if my kids were going to survive.

“I promise.” She tucked her head in the crook of my neck, eventually her little body settled into slow even breaths. I had assumed she was asleep, I shifted getting ready to take her up to bed.

“Daddy?”

“Yes darling?”

“Can I sleep with you?” She pulled her head up to look at me.

“Of course, tomorrow we can wake up and make everyone pancakes yeah? Scare the maids out of the kitchen. Make a proper mess” Her little face lit up, and suddenly everything in life didn't seem nearly as terrible. Everything would be for her and Charlie.

“Let's go to bed now, yeah?” She gave me a little nod. We went upstairs to her room and I sat her on the edge of her bed. Her face looked devastated.

“Pj’s first, no one wants to cuddle a wool sweater all night, love.” Relief washed over her and she accepted my help quickly getting her sorted. I scooped her back up into my arms and took her down the hall. Lizzy stirred as we tried to climb into bed next her, an almost impossible thing for a little one to do quietly.

“What's this then?” She asked groggily.

“Daddy said that business is over forever and we are going to make pancakes tomorrow.”

I let out a slight laugh.

“Are you high?” Lizzy asked, turning the side lamp on.

“No, I have made an important decision to only make a trip into the city once a week, less if I can manage it. It seems my favorite business advisor has persuaded me to invest my time elsewhere.” Ruby let out a laugh and Lizzy gave me a searching look. I reached out and pulled her face close to give her a little kiss.

“Ewwwwwwww” Ruby squealed, Lizzy looked positively shocked. Just then the door slammed open causing me to pull the two of them down, only for Charlie's face to come into view.

“Sorry” I mumbled, letting them straighten.

“How come you guys are having a party and didn't invite me?” He pouted at the door.

“Daddy says the business is OVERRRRRR!” It wasn't long before the two of them were jumping on the end of the bed laughing loudly. For once I didn't care, I leaned back against the headboard and lit a cigarette. After a long drag I passed it to Lizzy.

“He’s dead then, and everything is cleaned up” She whispered.

“Yep.”

“Everyone is home safe.”

“Yep” I took her hand and squeezed it. “I’d like to try to do this the right way this time.”

“So you're asking for another chance?” The kids were twirling around the room at this point chasing each other around. It was nice to see Charlie smiling and laughing, a site that had become so rare he was almost like me after the war.

“If you’ll give me one.”

“Deal but we do things my way this time.”

“Alright, I’ll try.” I gave her another small kiss. Then I clapped my hands together.

“You can sleep in here or in your beds, but either way it's bedtime!” To my surprise both of them piled into the bed. Both of them determined to be held the way all children want to be.

In a mess of limbs and soft snores, I finally slept a full night.