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ghoulishhx · 3 months ago

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hii how ya doin! idk if anyone's asked for this yet but I'd LOVE to see nr 8 from the smut prompt list with frank!!

much much love from vienna, big fan of your work!! 🖤

8.) oops, we were just hiding in this closet, but then the close proximity get us too turned on not to fuck

heyy bestiee, im so glad you like my work mwah im obsessed with you. i really hope you like this one too!!

edit: my dumbass had this tagged as number 4 this whole time when it is actually number 8, I'm sorry for the potential confusion LMAO

18+ MDNI !!

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Pairing: Frank Castle x FemVigilante!Reader

Content Warning: SMUTTT, enemies to lovers type beat, fingering, squirting, oral (m!recieving), doggyy, kinda rough frank, dirty talk, praise, spanking, a little slappin' and whatnot, swearing, mutual pining

Wordcount: 3.5k

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✦ be quiet

“For fuck sake, what are you doing here, Castle?” you groan, noticing the dark figure in the corner of the barely lit room as soon as you enter through the fire escape. You hear him let out a deep sigh, acknowledging your presence as he turns on his heel to meet your eyes. The annoyance oozing out of his stark, chiseled features. Nostrils flaring, lips turning white from strain. As if this night couldn’t get any worse, you think to yourself.

“What am I doing here?” he lets out a laugh, as if your question was insulting. “You should be askin’ yourself that sweetheart, not me. This is my case, I don’ need to be babysitting your ass all night. Hurry on home doll, I got it from here.” you scoff at the patronising tone his words carried, anger boiling your blood as you stand staring at him dumbfounded.

“I’m not your fucking sweetheart, Frank,” you spit at him, chest heaving with annoyance. God, did Frank Castle know how to push your buttons. “You know damn well I work this territory, scurry back off to Hell’s Kitchen before I drag you there myself.” you puff your chest out subconsciously like a fucking bird, making yourself appear big and scary when in fact the man you were trying to intimidate stood over a foot taller than you.

“Nice try darlin’,” he mumbles, shaking his head as he darkly chuckles at your feeble attempt to get him to back off. “You don’t scare me in the slightest.” He leans down, whispering in your ear. The feeling of his breath hot on your neck, causing goosebumps to erupt across the back of your neck. You take a deep breath, inhaling his scent. A mix of gunpowder and whiskey sits present in your nose and you let out a shaky breath.

Why the fuck, how the fuck is he eliciting this reaction from you? You resent this man, the way he’d always show up in your fights, finishing your jobs with that cocky smirk across his face that drove you insane. Of course it was always bound to happen, New York is a huge city with an even huger crime rate, two vigilantes bumping into each other and sticking their noses in the other’s work is expected. But it was almost every time you were on patrol, it would always end with you and Frank at each other’s throats. You started to think he was doing it on purpose, intentionally trying to rile you up, feeding off of your uncontrollable rage.

“Cat got ya tongue, doll?” he teases you, noticing the way your face instantly grew red at the sudden close proximity between you both.

“Shut up.” you state between gritted teeth, moving your head from his, avoiding his eyes. He chuckles, and from the corner of your eye you watch him look you up and down, the action so quick you believed you imagined it.

“Y’know, the more we bump into each other like this.. I’m startin’ to think you’re obsessed with me or somethin’ angel.” he inches closer to you, his face so close to yours, making your heart beat so hard out of your chest you’re worried you might have a heart attack.

“You wish Castle, dream on.” you scoff, finally turning your eyes back to his, matching his intense gaze. His pupils are blown with an unrecognisable emotion, the sight making a wave of arousal crash through you.

“Maybe I do.. Listen I-”

He’s cut off by the sound of boots outside the door of the apartment you had both snuck into. You pull away from each other as you glance towards the fire escape, thinking to yourself you could make it to the window in time before the footsteps come through the door. Before you have a chance to bolt for the exit, you feel yourself being dragged from behind, Frank’s large rough hand covering your mouth, stifling the noises as he drags you both into the closet behind you both.

“What the fuck Frank?” you hiss, grabbing his hand from your mouth and pushing it back into him, keeping your volume low knowing you two were no longer alone.

“Shh.. won’t ya shut ya fuckin’ mouth for once. They’re coming in.” he whispers back as you hear the door to the apartment swing open. You hear at least 3 men come into the room, slurring their words and laughing amongst themselves heartily. They were obviously intoxicated. Your source told you tonight would be the best chance to hit the place as there was absolutely no way anyone would be in. ‘Thanks a lot Lieberman, last time I took your word’, you think to yourself.

Only now do you realise how close you are to Frank, barely inches apart from one another, your chests pushed together, his hands either side of your head resting on the closet behind you, trapping you in. You feel his chest heave against yours, your breathing deep and synced with each other. He absentmindedly takes one of his hands from the side of your cheek, and brushes your hair out of your face. You two have never been as close to one another as you are now, and you take the time to analyse all of the features on his face. His furrowed brows and dark eyes staring deep into your own, his freshly shaven face enhancing his jaw line, his nose. You can’t help but let your eyes travel all over his features, taking them all in, memorising every single bump and crevice. He does the exact same, staring you down with no shame. You two were always arguing and he never allowed himself to realise how gorgeous you were, those soft plump lips, the fullness of your cheeks. His eyes rest on your lips, imagining what they taste like, how they would feel against his own.

Without thinking, he closes the gap between you both, giving in to his desire to have you. You reciprocate, instantly becoming addicted to his taste and touch. He moves his hands down to your hips, gripping them so intensely you’re sure they will be bruised by morning. He pushes himself into you even closer and you feel his hard bulge through his jeans rubbing into you. Moving his lips from your mouth to your neck, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive skin, you can’t help but let out a small moan. Looking up at you, he takes one hand from your waist and wraps it around your mouth.

“Ya gotta be quiet baby, you think you can do that f’me?” he lowly whispers, his words deepened with arousal. You desperately nod your head. “Good girl.”

He carries on the assault of your neck with his rough hand clamped around your mouth, subduing any noises that attempted to escape. His free hand roams all over your body, feeling your curves through your latex purple and black suit, hungrily grabbing at you. You reach down to palm his bulge, the need for him possessing you. You hear his breath deepen as he pants into your neck at the sensation.

“God, you don’t know what you do to me when I see you in this.” he grips at the material of your latex suit as his hand travels to your breast. “Been dyin’ to know what you feel like.. Taste like..” he trails off as he resumes kissing your neck. You moan into his hand, grinding yourself into his crotch. If you told yourself 10 minutes ago you would both be in this situation, you would’ve laughed. He was your least favourite person on earth, the mere thought of him being in your proximity other than right now made your skin crawl. That's probably why this felt so good, all that pent up emotion for one and other coming undone through each of your touches.

All patience leaves your body in a flash, and you’re reaching down to unbuckle his belt, your movements fast but quiet, the knowledge of the three men outside the closet door mere meters away is prevalent in your mind, but you know if you can’t have Frank now you might explode from horniness. He welcomes your gesture as he begins slipping off your body suit in return, slowly peeling the fabric from your body to expose your chest and the tiny lacy bra covering your pebbled nipples. A low groan emerges from his throat at the sight, as he takes you in.

“You’re so fuckin’ gorgeous doll, shame ya never gave me the chance to tell ya earlier, always too busy runnin’ that bratty mouth off at me.” he whispers, flashing you his signature cocky grin in the dark. You roll your eyes and begin to offer him a remark back but you’re interrupted with the feel of his tongue swirling around your nipple, taking the bud in between his teeth and biting softly, making you jerk in a delicious mixture of pain and pleasure. You have to hold your hand over your mouth to stop yourself from screaming out his name. You buck your hips into his, chasing any sense of friction. He notices your pleas of desperation, moving one of his hands down to your panties. “Fuckin’ hell doll, you’re fuckin’ soaked.. All f’me?” he softly utters in your ear, rubbing his fingers through your folds and drenched underwear.

“Only you Frank, fuck please fucking touch me.” you hush, surprised at the words coming out of your mouth. You can’t lie to yourself anymore, you’ve wanted him this entire time. As much as you hated him, you wanted him just as bad. Frank pushes the soaked garment to the side, coming into contact with your bare pussy. His calloused fingers run over your engorged clit and you almost cum instantly. The air in the closet was thick and electrified, the energy emitting from both of your bodies was intense, the movement of your bodies so close together was addicting. He begins flicking at the bundle of nerves, as your knees begin to buckle beneath you. It takes every bit of power you can muster to stay quiet, his skilled fingers bringing you closer and closer to the edge with every swipe. He replaces his fingers with his thumb, slipping the now free digits to your entrance, rimming the opening with his middle and index.

“Shh doll, really gonna need ya to shut up now ok? Even though all I want is to hear ya scream my name, that can wait till later.” he gives you a quick wink as he enters you with his fingers, capturing your gasps and whines with his mouth, shoving his tongue deep into your face as the two muscles dance among one another, collecting each others’ tastes. He pumps in and out of you in a bruising pace, pushing so perfectly against your songy spot. You feel your release around the corner, about to take over you until you hear a voice outside the closet.

“You guys hear that? Someone in here?”

You and Frank freeze, his fingers still inside you as he fulls his mouth from your tit, putting his hand back over your mouth, staring you down with his lust blown pupils. You stay like this for a few minutes while you hear the men shuffling around outside the closet. He begins slowly pumping his fingers inside of you again, slyly smirking as he watches you go insane. You glare at him, shooting daggers into him as he torments you, knowing the effect he has over you.

“Nah man I think you’re goin’ insane, ain’t no one here but us.”

Your shoulders drop, visibly relieved you weren’t caught but that was too damn close. Frank begins the pace, harder and more intense this time and its mere seconds before you cum around him, your walls clamping around his fingers like a vice.

“That's it doll, let it all out. Good fuckin’ girl, stayin’ so quiet f’me.” your eyes roll to the back of your head and knees threaten to give out beneath you, but his strong arm wraps around your waist, holding you up before you crash into the wood beneath you. Despite cumming as hard as you ever have before moments ago, your arousal crashes through you, watching him remove his fingers from your pussy and take them into his mouth, sucking your release from his digits, revelling in the taste. You start reaching down to give him attention too. He can’t help but throw his head back as you move to your knees as carefully as possible to not make noise or rock the closet too much. Your face is met with his cock, impossibly thick and long, leaking pre-cum from the tip. You almost drool at the sight, and wonder how on earth it will fit inside you. You place your tongue on his tip, collecting the juices leaving his member, the salt making you salivate more. You begin bobbing your head slowly, taking as much of him in as you can. You can’t get enough as your eyes well with tears not even being halfway down. He takes his hands and laces his fingers through your hair, gripping harshly as he makes a fist with your hair. Frank begins guiding your head up and down his length, jaw slack and mouth agape at the feeling of your hot mouth around him.

“Just like that sweetheart, fuck just like that..” he darkly whispers, as if he was trying to stifle the noises erupting in his throat. He starts fucking into your mouth, pushing himself so unbelievably deep inside of you,

“Needed to punish that fuckin bratty mouth of yours.. Fuck, the way you’ve been speakin’ t’me these weeks and you expected me not to fill it? Dirty fuckin’ girl needed a big cock to finally get her to shut up.” you moan around his cock at his lewd words, as he lands a soft slap to the side of you face.

“If you can’t be quiet doll, imma have to stop, ya don’ want that d’ya? My little slut can’t get enough of my cock.” you shake your head, meeting his eyes with a pleading gaze because the thought of him stopping right now was not even an option for you. “That's what I thought. Attagirl” he rubs over your cheek where he struck you, contrasting from the previous sharpness with his comforting touch.

“Alright, we got what we need. Let’s go boys, boss wants us to meet him at the bar.”

The footsteps outside of the closet move through the room, towards the door as you hear the door unlocking and them pass through.

They’re gone, and you and Frank are now alone, his cock still twitching in your mouth.

You look up to him and smile around his girth as he smiles back.

“Fuckin’ finally,” he exhales, relieved, grabbing your elbows from your side and pulling you up to match his height. “I don’t know if I could’ve handled fuckin’ ruining ya in here, unable to hear you scream my name.”

He steps out the closet, taking his gun in his hand to make sure there was no one outside. You couldn’t help but giggle at the sight, his messed up hair, flushed cheeks, clothes rustled as he steps out with his hard cock first and jeans undone.

“It's all clear doll, come out.”

You leave to join him, as you peel the rest of your suit off of you while stepping towards him. He takes you in a firm embrace and pushes his lips on yours as he sheds the rest of his clothes. Running your hands all over his toned chest, feeling every indentation of his abs as he does the same, cupping your breasts and kneading them like dough while fucking your mouth with his tongue.

“Bend over the couch f’me doll, be a good girl yeah?” you nod, turning away from him as you push yourself down the arm of the couch, wiggling your hips at him. He lets out a primal groan, the sight sending him over the edge. You feel a harsh slap ring across your ass. You yelp in pain laced with pleasure as he slaps you again once more, followed by a couple more. Your breaths are hiccuped, as you whine and push your ass into his crotch, dying for any sense of friction.

“God dunno how much I’ve been wantin’ to do that, spank this perfect ass for all the times you’ve misbehaved. What’s up doll, cat got ya tongue?” he says, reaching down to cup your jaw and angle your face towards him.

“‘M sorry sir, I’ll be good from now on, I swear.. Please Frank I need you so bad.”

“Need me to do what, sweet thing? Use ya big girl words f’me yeah? Know ya can.”

“Fuck Frank, please. Please just fuck me. Need to feel your big dick inside me- oh!” your words are cut off as he pushes himself fully into you, the stretch of your walls burning so good as he gets situated inside of you.

“Fuck darlin’ you’re so fucking tight. I’m gonna fuckin’ ruin ya.” he begins thrusting into you with a harsh and passionate pace, his heavy balls smacking off your clit. Pleasure coarses through your veins, the feeling unlike nothing you have experienced before, with either yourself or anyone else. His tip repeatedly kisses your cervix with every thrust. The noises erupting from you are sinful, you shamelessly cry out as he grips onto your hips, keeping you firm in place.

“Fuckfuckfuck Frank right there don’t stop don’t you fucking stop. ‘M so close.. Fuck please ohmygod.” you say through strangled sobs, your moans are borderline pornographic.

“Let it all out babydoll, milk my fuckin’ cock. It’s all yours darlin’” he reaches down to your engorged bud, flicking it hurriedly. It’s not long until your release, forcing his cock out with the sheer power of your pussy clamping and the long stream of squirt leaving your sex.

“There she goes! Atta-fuckin-girl doll, mess up that pretty pussy.” he replaces his fingers with his tip as he rubs it across your throbbing clit, prolonging your orgasm for as long as humanly possible, feeling the gush of your sweet release on his cock. “Fuck doll, you look so perfect cummin’ for me.”

He pushes his cock back inside of you, grabbing your hair into a fist, pulling you back as you arch further into him. “My fuckin’ girl, who does this pussy belong to sweet girl?”

“You sir, all you. I’m all yours.” you say through strangled sobs, putting your hands beneath you to balance yourself.

“Damn fuckin’ right it is princess. You belong to me.” he growls as his pace quickens, chasing his own release. It’s not long before his thrusts begin to falter, as you feel his dick twitch inside of you.

“Fill me up sir, please I wanna feel it. I wanna feel you.”

“Don’ have to tell me twice, every drop of my seed belongs in your sweet cunt. Ya gonna be feelin’ me for days baby girl.” Frank groans, dropping his hand full of your hair to your hips, as he grips you in his large hands drilling into you. You wish you could’ve somehow recorded the noises he made when he emptied himself inside of you. You could’ve sworn you heard him whimper along with saying your name and chanting curses like a prayer. The feeling of his member throb and twitch inside of you is something you never want to forget.

Reluctantly after a few minutes, he removes himself from you. He stands back as he watches your mixed juices flow from your hole, evidence of the previous events dropping onto the hardwood floor beneath you. He can’t help but push his finger back inside of you, forcing his cum back. Your overstimulated pussy weeps with the action, making you whimper once more.

“You look so pretty, stuffed full’a me.”

He pulls away and places a kiss to your shoulder as you turn onto your back, sprawled out naked for him, your lips flushed and swollen from his kisses, hickeys beginning to form on your neck and your dripping hole instantly make him hard as a rock once more, after fully unloading himself in you minutes prior. You notice, and offer him a playful grin, moving your hands back down to your sex, swirling the juice with your fingers. He lets out a groan at what his eyes are seeing.

“Dirty fuckin’ girl, just got stuffed to the brim but still needy? I’ll take care of ya doll, let Frankie take care of ya..”

You fucked three more times that night, all over the apartment. Luckily the drunkards who forced you into this predicament were long gone, probably passed out in an alleyway somewhere. But you couldn’t give less of a fuck, there was only one man on your mind for the rest of the night.

Frank fucking Castle.

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a/n: i hope you enjoyed ml, im honestly quite proud of this one, so obsessed with frank dirty talkingg it makes me feral

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sturnslutz · 27 days ago

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~VOICEMAILS- bestfriend!chris~

warnings: angst, cursing, a bit of crying, no comfort.

whenever you weren’t able to reach the phone, or just didn’t want to talk to chris—he always seemed to love leaving voicemails. he loved being able to talk and act like you were listening, even if you didn't necessarily respond.

and it became a habit.

layout was inspired and formed by @strnilolover !!!!

VOICEMAILS REMAINING- *6*

*beep* hi, it’s peach. sorry i couldn’t answer, just leave a message and i’ll see it later. or don’t. your choice. *beep*

saturday- 6:34pm

voicemail #1- 3:46 minutes long.

“hey peach, we got into an argument yesterday, and i’m sorry, i really didn’t mean any of the things i said,” he sighed softly, clicking his tongue against his teeth. “you aren’t a horrible person, and i love you more than you know, and i feel disgusted by the fact i said those things, and you have every right to ignore me,” he groans softly as you hear a muffled breath— probably from him rubbing a hand over his face. “jus’ call me back please. i love you,” there’s a brief moment of silence before he ends the message.

sunday- 12:21am

voicemail #2- 1:56 minutes long.

“still haven’t responded, huh?” he laughs a bit softly before groaning into the pillow next to him. “can’t believe we haven’t talked in about to be 2 days, i miss you so much,” he huffs, just thinking of the fact you’re probably doing much better than he is. “saw you at a party with tara and all ‘em. i’m happy you’re having fun, i jus’ hope you’re staying safe. i love you.” he quickly ends the message without another word.

sunday- 5:42am

voicemail #3- 2:21 minutes long.

“i couldn’t sleep the whole night. pretty sure you blocked me also, or your phone’s dead ‘cause it’s immediately going to voicemail, i don’ know how that shit works,” he sounds tired— his voice all raspy from not talking or sleeping. he yawns before his next sentence. “can’t believe i’m spamming you with calls,” his voice sounds more choked, and a sniffle comes from him. “cryin’ now, can you believe that? fuck this is stupid. i love you,” he sniffles again before a moment of silence, then ending the message.

sunday- 3:11pm

voicemail #4- 56 seconds long.

“i hope you’re doing okay, pretty girl,” he has a quick moment of a silence before talking again. “went to the gym after the last call, and worked out like crazy. would’ve been better if you were there. i love you,” he sighs, quickly ending the message.

sunday- 8:19pm

voicemail #5- 2:18 minutes long.

“dude i just saw the funniest fucking tiktok ever, y’woulda loved that shit, oh my god,” he laughs a bit, remembering the video he saw just moments prior. “this guy was fuckin’ talking to these 3 little kids, and they was sayin’ some shit about saying ‘grinch grinch grinch’ at 3pm, not 3am, but pm!” he laughs again, even harder than before. “so fucking stupid, they was tryna act all tough. sent it to ya’, probably won’t see it but i hope you do. anyways call me back though, i love you,” he ends the message a split second after his last word.

monday- 9:27am

voicemail #6- 7:48 minutes long.

“this is gonna be long, i know it. but i’m gonna stop calling after this, i don’ wanna keep spamming your phone, i know how much you hate when someone does that— i jus’ couldn’t help myself,” his voice cracks a bit before continuing. “i know you must fucking hate me, and i would hate me too. hell, i do hate myself, im such a fucking asshole. can’t believe i said those things to you over some dumb shit we were arguin’ about.” he groans loudly, running a hand through his hair, and what sounds like adjusting his body on his bed. “i miss you so fuckin’ much, peach. i know you’ve been texting matt and nick, and they told me you’re still upset about it— which is completely valid, but please, i beg— just talk to me again. i can’t go on without you. my brothers don’ understand why im so upset, they know we’ve had arguments before. but we’re actually not talking at all anymore— and that shit fucking kills me.” he sniffles, and mutters his last couple sentences. “i love you so much. you’re my best friend, and i think about you everyday. that kiss we had a couple months ago changed us, peach. i can’t take my mind off it. you’re the most perfect girl i’ve ever met. i love you,” there’s a moment of silence with him just deep breathing, before he ends the message.

my take on this trend with peach and chris :)

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heartz4levi · 3 months ago

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Not gonna lie.. i need perverted! till.. Like straight up nasty..

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kiss me on my open mouth, ready for you !

☆ thinking abt perverted till . . .

☆ till (alnst) ,, gn reader . . combined with anon's request : "More dom till degradation NSFW pls.... with icing and a cherry on top im down bad for him" ,, dom!till ,, sub!reader ,, perverted till ,, breaking news reader matches till's freak?? ,, implied stalking ,, degradation (reader receiving) ,, a whole lot of name calling (reader receiving) ,, this is nasty i'm sorry but the end is a little bit more.. wholesome? loving? yeeeaahhh. ><

till can't explain it, but he's infatuated with you. scratch that, infatuated isn't even the right word — he's obsessed with you.

he doesn't know why, he has no recollection of when this unhealthy one—sided relationship even started, but he can't seem to get you off of his mind. this odd development of feelings has gone too far.

every night till's mind practically forces him to fantasize about you. what it would be like if you were his, how would it feel to have you in his arms and more.

whenever you pass by till, he can't tear his eyes away. he's stuck gawking at you, taking in every little thing that has changed. the way you styled your hair, your choice of outfit, the accessories you're donning and so on.

sometimes thoughts so disrespectful pop up in till's mind that he feels disgusted by just existing. by living in his skin. whenever you're standing next to him he tries his hardest not to take a peek at your chest or your ass, at night he tries to distract himself by thinking about anything other than what it would feel like to be inside of you.

but those scenarios always come running back to him.

or maybe it's him who comes running back to them whenever he needs to let off some steam, one arm draped over his eyes while his other hand hastily fists his cock, visualizing that it's you who is making him feel good. alas, he is only dreaming.

one day, those dreams all become a reality. till can't even say that he's himself anymore when you're around as a primal need, instinct, immediately overcomes him. he doesn't try to shove the inappropriate thoughts away anymore, he decides to act upon them.

'coincidentally' ending up in your vicinity more often, fishing out every bit and piece of information he can find about you, forcing you into yet another conversation with him even if you or him are busy.

all so he could finally catch you one day, drag you down into the fucked up pit he slipped and fell into once upon a time and make you his. in all honesty, till did expect you to fight back, to protest, to try and run away.

much to his surprise, you.. cooperated.

not that till is complaining — instead of having to manhandle you into staying still, he can fold you into the nastiest positions and rearrange your guts to his liking because all you do is encourage him with your shameless moans.

instead of having to clasp a hand over your mouth or gag you to stop you from calling for help, begging for mercy, till can tell you all the details of what morally ambiguous things he wants to do to you and your body while you agree mindlessly, babbling pleas for him to use you to his heart's content.

hell, you're so pliant, till can berate you for being just as if not more sick in the head than he is and you'll nod without a second thought. if he calls you a free—use whore, you repeat his words, speaking condescendingly to yourself. where has your dignity gone, till wonders.

not that it really matters. he doesn't need to pamper you into behaving well, doesn't need to sing your praises just so you'll let him bury his cock deep inside your gummy walls. you'll take him willingly whenever he sees fit, and you'll melt regardless of whether he spits out the meanest words addressed to you or rewards you with kind, reassuring words for being so complacent.

but, deep down, till knows that he would get on his knees and grovel before you if you ordered him to. because his adoration, his obsession with you has only skyrocketed ever since you reciprocated his feelings in a surprising turn of events.

and, deep down, you're aware. it's quite obvious if you're perceptive enough to notice the way he desperately clings onto you even when he's pounding into you so hard that you are being forcefully driven into the mattress, the way he always whines out a barely coherent 'love you' every time he cums.

not to mention, till still stares at you like a lovesick puppy with hearts in his eyes. he just gets a little bit carried away during sex.

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raz-writes-the-thing · 10 months ago

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Ashes to Ashes (Beetlejuice One-Shot)

Betelgeuse x GN!Reader / 18+ / requests are open

Summary: Beej does not love it when you talk to strangers at the bar. He likes it even less when you laugh at their jokes.

Fic type: smut

EVERYTHING: @winchxters @calliopesdiary @xxxsugarcyanidexxx

BEETLEJUICE: @im-eating-rn (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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"Not so fuckin' funny now, huh?" BJ snorts, fingers wrapped around your throat just the way you like. He's got a cigarette dangling from his lips- something that he only does when he's feeling dominant, feeling possessive. When he wants you to think he doesn't care. It's just an act, of course, and if you were to ask him to stop, he would but he knows you like it when he plays mean.

He is mean, technically.

"F-fuck, Beej, I'm sorry," you gasped between short breaths. Fucking hell his fingers felt good on your throat. The added chill of his skin just set your body off with tingles.

"Were his jokes funny, babe? Funnier than mine? What, think he can make you cum harder than I can, huh? Please, you'd be fuckin lost without me an' my magic fuckin' fingers buried in that cunt."

True, but he'd be lost without you, too. That's what this was, a display of his affection in his own fucked up way. In your way, too.

"Look at'cha, fucked dumb already and I've barely even touched you. Bet if I held on tight enough you'd cum over my hand on your throat, wouldn't you?" He snorted again before snapping his fingers with his other hand- suddenly, you were sat on his moth-eaten lounge, his hand still caught tight around your windpipe. He had you on his lap, straddling one suit-striped thigh.

"Go on, then, fuck yourself dumb on my leg, babe. Y'know y'wanna." A slick smile slid across his features as he pulled your face closer so he could plant his tongue on your cheek and trail it up the side of your face. "I know y'wanna, too, dollface."

His fingers loosened to allow more air through your windpipe and you sagged against him with the rush of it. Not that you couldn't breathe before, but you just felt giddy with the rush of it.

Experimentally, you rolled your hips against his thigh, delighting in the jolt of pleasure that rolled up your spine. Betelgeuse took another puff of his cigarette, looking almost completely unbothered.

"What, that all you got? Jeez, what d'I even keep you around for, eh?"

His nonchalant attitude and mean words should not have turned you on as much as they did, and neither should the way he exhaled his cigarette smoke in your face. But it did. You felt a bloom of heat unfurl in your lower belly.

"Gettin' off t'bein bullied now, huh, babe? Interesting," he inhaled once more. Blowing it out the side of his mouth, he added, "Yeah, don't think I didn' notice that. Y'can't fuckin lie to me, babe."

Unconsciously, you chewed on the inside of your lip, in thought over this revelation. Beej sighed exasperatedly as he reached into your mouth and pulled your lip from the confines of your teeth.

"Don' do that- now, if you're done fuckin thinkin', hurry up and make yourself cum if you wanna keep daddy happy, baby."

You didn't need to be told twice. Picking up the pace, you rolled your hips against the smooth fabric of his trousers. BJ threw one arm around the back of the couch and held his cigarette in the other. He watched you, looking almost bored as you brought yourself to a whimpering mess for him.

He may have been trying to appear bored, but he could never hide that adoring little glint in his eye when he was truly enamoured by something you were doing. Rolling your hips and losing yourself to pleasure you were creating for yourself was something he could never get used to watching, but he sure did want to try.

"C'mon baby," he sighed, flicking the ashes so they fell over your flushed skin. "You can do it, yeah. Fuckin' cum for me."

You whimpered, hand reaching out to grab at his clothed bicep. Betelgeuse clicked his tongue but didn't remove your arm, watching as your movements grew jerky and your moans cut off in soft hitches of breath.

Another roll, two, and sparks shot from your nerve endings. Your thighs tightened around his own and Betelgeuse's hand slid down from the back of the lounge to curl around your hip, squeezing hard enough to hurt.

You groaned, hips slowly coming to a stop. You leaned forward, resting your forehead in the crook of his neck as you panted heavily with the comedown.

Beej reached around your neck to take one last puff before he put out the cigarette on the back of the couch like the grub he is. You peppered hot, open-mouthed kisses to his relatively cold skin, and he turned to pull you into a proper kiss.

"There now see," he grumbled, though the quirk of a smile told you he wasn't that upset any more. "No more fuckin talkin' to guys at the bar, babe, yeah?"

"Yes sir," you answered, tired and sated.

#beetlejuice x reader #Betelgeuse x reader #Betelgeuse x you #beetlejuice x you #beetlejuice fic #Betelgeuse fic #beetlejuice smut #betelgeuse smut

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little-forest-goblin · 2 months ago

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Ummh excuse me IM GONNA NEED MORE SUB FIVE CONTENT PRETTY PLEASE

Oooo im on my way my friend. Sub five content coming right up. Enjoy the show. ❤️ (Also sorry for the long wait my friend i had rewrite it cause the first darft was SHITTY. I hope you enjoy this!)

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Control

Warnings: Sub five, Bondage/binding, Teasing, Edging, Riding, mistress usage, Don reader, Degrading, Creampie, Aftercare, and words of affirmation

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Five had married you years ago. Those were the happiest days of you and his life. But being a man who showed confidence and a protective personality he still hid his own insecurities.

Any insult thrown at him would be thrown at the perpetrator tenfold devastating their egos like it was fine china glass. That being said, he sometimes felt like an inadequate husband to you. He felt like no matter what he did or no matter how much you told him it was enough it just wasn't.

His brain liked to fuck with him a lot. After years and years of being alone and being traumatized and being made into a killer your brain really fucks with you in whatever horrific way it can think of. Hell sometimes he didn't even know how you ended up loving him. He was a pain in the ass when you and him first met. but you loved him through it all and he is eternally grateful.

Five got off another day of work at the CIA building. Today was particularly stressful. His shoulders were tense and his brows furrowed. He, for a few weeks now, has had to lead a particularly difficult case. He was okay with keading cause it meant things would go his way but…it stressed him out. Sometimes he didn't want to lead. He didn't want to always have to be in control of things. Sometimes he wanted to let go.

And that's where you come into play. Literally.

Currently five was kneeled before you as you sat in an armchair you and he had in the bedroom. He was naked with his hard cock protruding from between his legs standing so very pretty. He was kissing up your leg to your knee and thigh. Scars littered his body from a hard life of work and fighting.

his eyes held submission as he opened his eyes looking up at you as you pet his head. You pulled back his hair to get a better look at his eyes. They were a soft green but darkened slightly with lust.

He spoke up, not being able to stay silent anymore with all this anticipation. “Mistress, i need you so badly” he had said this with half of his words as a whine.

you tightened your hand in his hair pulling his head back gently making him gasp “Didn't i tell you you need to be patient? Hm? half the fun is the build up isn't it?” you said with a teasing lull of your voice.

this made five desperate “Please mistress i can't do this. I need you now” he looked at you desperately. You looked into his eyes and you could see the absolute seriousness within them.

“Please, y/n” he begged

you knew it was serious you nodded “Get on the bed”

he scrambled to the bed and went and sat against the headboard. You went to the end of the sides and began to lock his wrists with a pair of soft handcuffs on either side of the board. You spoke as you did each side “You remember the color safeties right?”

he nodded eager to say them outloud. You needed him to say it though. Though you like being in control you want him to have a safe and fun experience. “You gotta say them back to me baby”

he swallowed and didn't say anything at first until you looked at him “We don't have to do this if you don't want” your hands moved to free him which he immediately yelled a no.

“No! i-i wanna do this!” he said eagerly. His little haze of eagerness unfogging for a minute so he can think straight. “Red means I am uncomfortable and want to stop. Yellow means i'm not sure let's talk about it or take it slow. Green means im all good and ready”

you smiled “Good boy, five” you leaned down kissing him which he returned. You and his lips melted together displaying love, trust and affection.

you pulled off and panted a little catching your breath. Once caught up you looked at him “Ready?”

he nodded and eagerly waited. He watched you as you unclipped your bra and pulled down your lacy underwear making his already hard cock leak precum. God you were beautiful.

you chuckled “someone is very happy” you chucked your items to the laundry basket. you crawled towards him on the bed coming to straddle him your pussy rubbing on his cock but never penetrating yet

he whined and mewled like a cat in heat. He arched up and his hands struggled with the cuffs to touch you. You knew he could blink out of them if he wanted to so there were no issues.

You grinded on his cock teasing him the whole time. Making him go crazy with the feeling of your wet heat. “p-please y/n i'll be the best boy ill be so good for you” he begged and whined

you chuckled and evilly grinded down harder making a choked moan come from him. He thrusted his hips up to get more but you pulled away making him frustratedly groan.

you laughed “Somebody mad they can't get what they want? To bad baby” you grinded down on him again making him gasp and arch up.

His cock throbbed with need. A specific vein making the grinding down almost difficult for you to not just let him enter and ride him like crazy.

After a while you yourself were wet as hell making a slick noise as you grinded on his cock. You edge him like that for a long time. Bringing him to the edge and never letting him fall. It was driving him nuts.

Eventually he couldn't take it and he blinked out of the cuffs making you gasp in surprise. He appeared behind you and grabbed you, flipping you over onto your back. His eyes are wild with need. His cock so hard and leaking came to your pussy teasing your entrance.

he panted and looked at you “p-please baby let me fuck you…i-i need you so bad…” he begged as he looked into your eyes. Even though he was on top he was still a submissive begging slut

you smirked and kissed him deeply. He didn't protest against it. He kissed back just as deeply. you pulled back and whispered in his ear “Fuck me”

with no protest he slid inside slowly making your back arch up. He whimpered and his head fell onto your shoulder as he started pumping in and out.

Your hand went into his hair as you moaned. His whimpers could be heard and his hands slid down your body holding your hips. “Oh god you feel so good, mistress. You’re so beautiful…i can't take it!”

you shushed him and pulled his head deeper into your neck as he planted reverent kisses and nips on it. He soothed them with licks.

his thrusts sped up slamming into you. He pulled away and his head fell back. He swore he saw stars “Oh god mistress please let me cum”

you reached up, taking his jaw and pulling him down to look at you, giving eye contact. “Don't you dare cum yet do you hear me? don't you dare”

his cock jumped inside you at the dominance. He let out a breathy moan “bu-“

You pushed him onto his back making him gasp. You began to ride him keeping eye contact as you pinned his hands on either side of his head “I thought i was in control huh? f-fuck!” your head fell back

he whined trying to move his hands to hold onto your waist but you kept them by his head. “i-im sorry mistress p-p-please- OH FUCK!” he screamed out when you swivel your hips with a deadly combination of slamming your hips down right after.

Your legs burned from how you were working them but that chase of pleasure was phenomenal. His back arched up, his eyes shutting tight and his mouth parting. “F-fuck i cant take it mistress please!”

you chuckled dark and evilly “You wanted to act like a slut your gonna get fucked like one. Now take it, bitch”

his moans became louder. He found it so hot when you degraded him by putting him in his place. He was always the one with smart quips and always being praised at work. Sure he loved your praise but sometimes he wanted to be told he was worthless for a little bit. Hurt his ego a little and then build him back up right after.

“p-please mistress i-ill be a good boy i-i promise! please let me cum!” he groaned as he felt your pussy clench around his cock making him shudder and raise his hips up to fuck into you.

you let out your own little moans. God he felt good. He always fills you nicely, always knowing exactly where and how you like it. you panted as you looked down at his hair in his face. Your tits bouncing in his face. It mesmerized him as he looked at them. “y-yeah you wanna cum you slut?”

he nodded desperately. He wasn't looking into your eyes as he nodded or said a word. He had to say it. You took his jaw turning his head to look into your eyes “What was that, whore?” you said with a slightly aggressive tone

he looked into your eyes with such submission pushing you closer to your own edge. “i-i wanna c-cum. I..i wanna cum inside you please please, mistress”

you groaned as your hold fell back at the feeling of your own orgasm coming closer. “Than fucking cum” you moved your hands to his chest

That was all he needed. He grabbed your hips helping move you, easing some pain in your legs. His hips slammed into you too. He chased his own pleasure along with yours.

your moans mingled in the room. Skin upon skin became the only music that got faster and faster till he started to stutter at the feeling of your clenching walls. He soon came inside you he whined and groaned like a puppy. He kept thrusting to get you there too. soon after you reached your own orgasm clenching him tightly milking him for what he was worth

as movement calmed you both still, panting and heavy breathing. Skin slightly slick with sweat and the room heavy with the smell of sex.

Five’s eyes were half lidded. He reached up, taking your body and bringing it closer to his own which you happily agreed to. You laid on him. Your weight comforting him.

for a while you laid there together before taking a shower or bath. you eventually broke the silence “I want you to know i don't think of you as a slut” you said quietly

he chuckled “You always are affirming me afterwards. You do know I know you don't think of me that way right?”

you nodded “Yes but i always want you to know i love and care about you”

he looked down at you and kissed you softly which you happily returned. He eventually pulled back but kept you and him forehead to forehead. “Thank you, y/n, my dear. I love you”

you smiled and took his hand intertwining fingers “I love you to, my love” you smiled up at him. You and him went to the bathroom after to clean up. You and him cuddled up in a bathtub. Your head buried in his shoulder as the warm soapy water washed away sweat and any tension. you and him stayed like that for a while wrapped in each other's love.

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Hi i hope you enjoyed my story! Sorry this took so long and dont worry more is on the way! please do not be afraid to request story ideas! i love you be safe out there 😘 💋

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aughhay · 5 months ago

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anonymous sent

“Raian fucking us in the arena bathroom before his match with ohma!!?!”

𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐮𝐫𝐞 — 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 .

✧ context: afab!reader, y/n and raian r in an arranged marriage , raw sex ! p in v, raian’s a bit jealous, overstim(?), mentions of dumbification, SEX IN BATHROOM , idk what the position is called so use ur imagination, raian cums inside, kissing , slight choking

↪︎ c/c: 9.0k+

✭ an: hey yall did yall miss me ……. 💔 had to come back cuz i saw all the requests abt raian (SIGH) .. see now i dont fw him , but obviously yall do so im gone write him ! please lmk if hes ooc or not cuz my brain was struggling. also ill fix the quotation marks later its twelve and i have an interview tmrww. 🙁

18+ !

ˏˋ ☠︎︎ ˊ˗ raian had never had a challenging fight , never had to grind very hard for his wins . so why was he so worked up over this upcoming bum he was fighting in the tournament ?

a play of blood and gore , that’s what raian ’ s into these days . fighting his opponents as if mere entertainment until they ’ re damn near paralyzed . as a now labeled ‘ kure ’—thanks to a recent arranged marriage , your responsibility was to aid raian in combat knowledge , help him fight against opponents .

“shut the fuck up , jus’ a bastard trying to flaunt .” his lips contorted into some sort of disgusted scowl , his fists hiding in his pockets .

a murmur flows from your lips , “ that ’ s no way to talk to me , raian .”

he grunts in response , “ gh . “ he didn ‘ t mean his words to come out that way .

the two of you sauntered in circles around the arena layout , your fingers busy with holding the tablet , showcasing previously live-streamed wins . this ohma guy seemed like a fair pair for raian , maybe more . you wanted raian to win, you were on his side ! but the thought of him losing was a possibility scrambling through your head . yes, the burly man looked broken after every victory . but he was like a firing bullet , an unstoppable force ready to take on your husband .

“ . . the hell are you so quiet for ; jumping to conclusions ? ”

and he sees it , the way that hesitant look keeps fighting to stay off your face .

“ raian, i want— no, i need you to stay focused before and during this upcoming fight. we can’t risk a sudden loss due to your— “

“you don’t believe in me , do you ? what a fucked up wife i got arranged with .”

your fingertips clutched deeper into the tablet , as if you were in some battle with yourself . trying to combat a ruthless mentality like raian ’ s is a burdensome task . he hates being seen as some kind of chump , the one who takes bullshit without complaint , it pisses him off .

“ you think just cause this bastard is giving you some kind of turn on , he can knock my shit ? what about me , you don ‘ t think ‘ m good enough ? ”

before you can even comprehend the moment , raian jerks the tablet out from your palms—as if snatching a toy from a disobedient child . raian doesn ’ t give a damn , it ’ s not the priority right now ; it ‘ s the fact that you’re not giving him credit for being one of the most strongest out there . he knows it , why don’t you ?

so how long till his fight with ohma; an hour or so ?

whatever , he ‘s got the time to show you why .

—

your frame felt flattened against the cold stall wall , he didn ‘ t even have enough respect to bring you to a private bathroom , as if ready to show you off with pride .

his jeans sagged around his pale thighs , slowly falling with each second . his grip tightened under your right knee , positioning your legs to expose your swollen cunt — aroused and flustered .

your forearm was pressed against the stall ‘ s solid build , forced with the job of balancing your weight as you tried to adjust your body from the insistent rocking . your fingers tucked into a fist —tightening as raian ‘ s pelvis keeps hitting yours with his insistent need .

his cock dragged through your walls , separating your pussy with a brash fervor as his snowy pubes meshed with your skin . it ‘ s hell , the way he overstimulates your cunt ; your clitoris rigid and twitching like a madman as his dick kept breaking into you .

raian wasn ‘ t concerned , watching how your words die down into inaudible mumbles and your eyelids stutter . in fact , he likes it this way—unable to hear your unnecessary commentary whenever his dick keeps punching into you .

his steps grew forward, sandwiching your figure between the stall and pure hulk . he ‘ s greedy , wants his full rod deep inside your gut . like a punishment meant to teach you— informing you who ‘ s the best . your leg rode over his shoulder with continuous fidgeting , toes clenched in the air while your sodden panties hang from your ankle .

you gaze up into the warm light above , a vulnerable gleam in your eyes as if begging for relief , asking for help from any higher power . tiny buckles of tears clouded your vision and coos echoed from the soft ‘o’ of your lips with raian practically knocking the wind from you .

and it ‘ s so dirty from below , the obvious squelching from your sopping slit being rammed into is loud . fogging up your brain till you’re just an unintelligible mess .

his scleras , the color of midnight , stare down at you . this is his wife , his informant always by his side , now a drunken mess who ‘ s pussy is drooling over his dick clear as day .

“ stupid , “ he mutters ,

the way you look at him is so stupid , that dumb look on you face makes his dick ache more and more inside you .

the devil won ‘ t let you go .

your eyes, blurry and comforted in a daze , now locked onto him as he cups your cheeks , shadowing over your face as a trail of saliva dripped from his tongue— raian licking your salted skin . claiming you like prey .

you feel as though you can barely comprehend it , especially as his lips meet yours into a wet kiss . your dramatic moans spewing into his mouth with every animalistic thrust that satiated your pussy .

“mghuh ! ouhhh !”

“so loud , are you gonna admit i can beat that guy ‘ s ass now ? hah ?“

his hand that previously held your face still now lowers to your neck , your vocal cords shuddering in response as his fingers curl—gripping your throat .

he sighs , a facade of boredom in his mute eyes .

“you can ‘ t even admit it when my cock is fucking you up , can you ? weak .”

so as the intensity reached to peak , raian ' s grip tightened into your supple , mellow skin . pressing his fingers deeper into the soft flesh of your neck just below your jaw .

every subtle squeeze conveyed that raw devilish power , that furious need to prove himself not just on the arena — but right here , against the wall of this bathroom .

" look at you , breaking down on my dick ; it ‘ s fucking pathetic , or maybe you love it . ”

his husky words slurred into your ear, a mocking tone that seeped into your cloudy senses .

“ngh . .”

"make up your mind , or i ’ ll fuck it up for you ."

his dick kept relentlessly barging into you , the slick , crude sounds of your wet pussy enveloping him , greedily pulling him deeper inside with your clingy sex . a white , messy ring gathered around raian ‘s fat rod ; coming from your tight slit gathering from precum and slick .

the whole act was brutal ; lustful grunts , and the humid , sticky aroma of sex filled the narrow stall . raian didn ‘ t hesitate , not even for a second , his figure colliding into yours with an unyielding rhythm with wet loud slaps that could seem to go on forever .

you tried to reply , to form words , anything to appease him or regain some semblance of control , but each word was swallowed by the shockwaves of pleasure ravaging through your body .

raian ’ s eyes , dark and inscrutable, stood fixed on you , drinking in every shift in expression , every quiet plea glazed in both agony and ecstasy .

eventually , his pace picked up , vigorous and even more forceful , hinting that his climax was nearing . the hand on your throat moved back to your tummy , then to your swollen clitoris , pinching heartlessly .

“jus ‘ admit it , you think ‘ m gonna lose , huh ? tell me , ” he growled.

“ if you gush , i ‘ ll give you the damn benefit of the doubt . ”

before you could gather a coherent thought , the assembling pressure in your belly snapped . your climax hit you hard , squeezing around raian ‘ s pulsating meat . milking him as your entire body trembled and shuddered .

no sooner had the ripples of your orgasm subsided than , raian groaned and cursed loudly , his body stiffening as he reached his own selfish pleasure and slammed his fist on the stall next to your head . his cum shot inside you , cementing his dominance in such a vulnerable moment .

the only noises audible were the heavy breaths exerting from raian , filling you up in pulses matching with the same tempo of a heart beat . your hips attempted to wiggle afar — only to be brought back by raian ‘ s demanding hands , wanting to get his last thrusts in .

fixing his pants after letting your leg down , raian's expression softened just a tad , a sly smirk forming as he looked at your disheveled state trembling . he stared as you tried to stabilize like a newborn lamb , scoffing at the act .

“ whose ass am i gonna kick ?”

marked and spent , the echo of his words blended with the lingering sting of raw , undeniable power .

“t— . . tuh— tokita ohma ‘ s . .” you exhaled hopelessly , facing the stall wall .

“ louder . “

“ y—you ‘ ll b—beat toki. . hughn. . tokita ohma ! “

“ . . finally got it through your thick skull , all you needed was guidance from your damn husband . ”

his cheeks contort from the smirk on his face .

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screaminglygay · 2 years ago

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KINKTOBER day 10

pairing: darkish!marvel ladies x fem!reader, wanda x reader, natasha x reader, kate x reader, yelena x reader, carol x reader, maria x reader

sumarry: you were kiddnapped, but a group of the mightiest herous will save your life and you can´t be more thankful

warnings: kidnapping, guns mentioned, little dark themes, kissing, touching, dirty talk, smut!!!, eating out, nickname "sir", catching somone having sex, voyeurism kinda, slight angst, wanda controlling your mind, and also reading your mind, group sex mentioned, ladies talking about planning on using you, knife play a little, little shitty writting, it takes forever to get into something, oopsies, if anything else - let me know!

word count: 7k

an: our last day! little crazy how time flies, we wont get into it or ill cry, but truly thank you for all the likes, reblogs, shares and comments! im giggling like a little girl, since few of my favs here commented or likes something soooo thank u!!!! sm!

an2: it was fun and chaotic at the same time! i love you all, stay safe and hopefully i wont dip away.:P

(italics = your thoughts)

!MDNI!

Enjoy this last spooky day and be safe!

You couldn´t see anything at all, the only sense you could count on right now is your hearing, which is not much of a helper. All you could hear is the engine running and some soft music playing in the front.

You try to move, but your hands are tied together and so are your legs, trying to remeber what happened made your head hurt, so you quickly gave up on that.

After what felt like hours the car finally stopped. You open your eyes, but it is still pitch black, even when you hear someone open the doors, there is nothing in your sight. Then it hit you, you´re maybe in a box, that´s why it´s so hot and you can barely breathe here.

Trying to feel where you are is a good start and you were right, you are in a box.

Someone opens the back of the car, and you feel that you´re finally moving, they put you down, which wasn´t the gentlest way, but since you´re tied up, these people probably don´t care about your well-being.

"Open it," you hear an old man says.

"Money first," this is someone else, someone who is standing right next to you, you´re still seeing pitch black and that is the most terrifying out of everything right now. Even if your try to run away, you don´t know where to, there could be fifty other guys standing there, so you´re in really shitty situation.

"No. I need to see if she´s alive and if it´s truly her." It´s the first voice again.

"She is, now give me the money."

What the hell is going on? They want my organs? But they wouldn´t want me alive? Or would they? Maybe they need the organs fresh, shit. My organs?

Your overthinking is making your heart beat faster, than if you would run a marathon now.

But is it really overthinking if this is the most possible outcome of this... deal?

"I want to see her. I won´t give you shit, if I´ll found her dead inside the box." The man is clearly mad now.

You can hear someone else coming, it sounds like a motorcycle. "Oh so you brought backup?"

"Me? Stop fucking playing around." You can hear that both of them are unease, their voices are filled with anger and it´s just a question of time, when they will explode like a bomb. You´re hoping you won´t be the center of catastrophe.

The motorcycle stops and you can hear someone re-load a gun.

A gun? Holy shit.

"Oh come on boys? What do you think you´re doing here, hm?" You can hear a woman speaking, her voice has a hint of smokiness and a certain level of strength, making it both captivating and commanding. It's a voice that demands attention and conveys a sense of experience and resilience. You could bet your life that you already heard this voice somewhere.

You don´t really know what´s goining on, but you feel like they´re just pointing guns at eachother, at least that´s what you´ve imagined.

The lady chuckles. "You are all surronded, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide," it was a quiet for a little bit, after she starts to speak again, "I wouldn´t done that if I was you, see the red dots? Yeah I have backup. And yours? Already arested," she adds.

Arested? Oh she´s from the police! Police! Yes!

You can hear how someone is walking closer to you, but from a totally different way then you heard the people talk before. But that is the last think you think of, before you completly pass out.

...

Beep, beep, beep.

Is all you can hear, before you can even open your eyes. You take a few deep breaths and with that, you slowly open them. The light isn´t as sharp as you thought it´s gonna be, so you blink a few times and your already adjusted to being awake.

Looking around give you an answer where you are, the hospital. All of your clothes are on the chair, packed in a plastic bag. So it must have ended good, the lady arested the bad guys and now you´re in the hospital, which isn´t your favorite place, but hey, you could be in a coffin now, so you see it as a win.

You don´t even feel in pain, maybe you´re head hurt a little bit, but you´re used to it. You slowly trace your hand all over your body, but you think you´re all good.

A person coming into your room pulls you out of your thoughts, as you look up at them, you notice is The Natasha Romanoff. One of The Avengers. One of the coolest people in the whole world!

Your eyes widen at her standing next to you with a little smile on her face. "You´re finally awake, how are you feeling?" her voice was so soothing, you feel like she could bring you from dead if that was the case.

As you observe Natasha´s outfit, you can't help but be drawn to her effortlessly cool and edgy style. She's wearing sleek, form-fitting black pants that hug her curves perfectly, adding a touch of boldness to her overall look. The pants highlight her long, lean legs, accentuating her confidence. Her choice of a white tank top underneath the black leather jacket is simple, it shows you just enough of her abs to let you know, that she could kill with them.

"I- uh good. Great. Amazing." She chuckles at your answer.

"So I assume the pills are working." She nods her head and sits on your bed.

"Meds?" A noticable confusion is written on your face and Natasha speaks right away, to ease your nerves.

"How much do you remeber, (Y/N)?" Natasha puts her hand on your forehead to check if you have a fever.

"Um... I remeber being in a box and being scared," Natasha hums, "I also remeber having my hands and legs tied and I- uh remeber and then I just..." you shrug.

"Okay." She nods again. "You don´t have to worry now, we took care of them and you´re safe." Natasha gives you a smile, that did make you feel way better. You knew she was a badass and pretty too, but in person?

She´s stunning, how can someone be this perfect? Like it is not fair.

"Althrough..." she sighs.

"What? Althrough what?"

"We´re not sure if they worked alone and knowing your status, we can´t risk you getting hurt again." She adds.

"My status? I´m sorry, I have zero idea what you´re talking about." If you were confused before, then you don´t know what you are now.

"Oh, detka. They did numbers on you." You could see the concern in her face.

Numbers? On me? What?

"You were missing for few months and when me and the rest of the team found you.. you were unconsious. That was 2 weeks ago, we weren´t sure if you´ll wake up. But you did and that´s amazing news, but we need to make sure, that you are safe." Natasha takes your hand in hers.

After that Natasha left you alone and you were trying to piece the things together, but everytime you tried, you got horrible headache.

What status? Who- what?

...

During the first week, it was only Natasha who came to visit you. Each time you inquired about leaving the hospital room, she staunchly insisted that you should stay and rest. Even though you expressed your boredom and eagerness to step out of the room multiple times, assuring her that you felt better, she stood unwaveringly by her belief that you needed the rest after everything you had been through.

She visited you everyday and you realized how sweet The Black Widow actually is and how much comfort she brings you in those confusing times. But you couldn´t help, but notice what her slight touches make you feel. Touching your forehead to make sure, you don´t have a fever. Touching your hand to get your attention or just putting your fallen hair behind your ear.

She brushes your hair every morning, reads to you, she even brought you a coloring book, which always brought you some sense of comfrot. And if Natasha wouldn´t be the one who brought it out, you would completly forget that something as kidnapping has happened to you.

...

This morning Natasha is not alone, she softly knocks three times as she did each morning and then slowly walks in with another person behind her.

"(Y/N), this is-" You cut Natasha off.

"Wanda Maximoff!" You basically yell. "S-sorry, I just... I know who you are." You sligthly blush at the two women in front of you.

Wanda chuckles. "That´s me. Pleasure to meet you, (Y/N)." She comes closer and shakes your hand, her hand felt incredibly soft, like a gentle caress of silk against the skin, inviting warmth and comfort.

"You don´t know what happened to you, but you remeber all of our names?" Natasha laughs as she teases.

"I mean..." you shrug. "You are The Avnegrs! So of course I know who you are." You look away from Natasha´s gaze.

"Sorry, that was a stupid joke." Natasha put few fallen pieces behind your ear and smiles at you.

"No, no. It´s fine, you had a great point there." You smile back at her. The readhead nods. "I brought Wanda, becuase she will take care of you now, for few days, before the doctors will release you." Nat smiles.

"Oh really? When I´m going home?" You were so glad you´ll be home soon.

Wanda just send a quick eyebrow raise to Nat.

"What?" You look between the two women in the room.

"Detka, you will be released from the hospital wing, but we still can´t promise there won´t be anyone waiting for you outside, so we decided that you will spend some time here, in the compound."

"Oh." Natasha´s words caught you off guard as you really don´t know what to feel now. You couldn't help but blush and feel a bit shy as you heard Natasha call you by that nickname, but at the same time her words made you a little sad, you still have to kinda locked up..

Wanda notices right away, without having to read your thoughts, that you weren´t really sure about this scenario. "But I promise I´m way more fun, than boring Tasha. We can read, play games and after you´ll be on your legs we can bake, cook, I can teach you how to play guitar and many more exiting things!" You smile, that does sound good, but what about all of your clothes and... other stuff you had to have, before that incident.

"We can go shopping too!" Natasha sends Wanda a quick glare as a warning.

"Well... better to be bored than dead, right?" You chuckle, but none of them even smiled at your joke, which was incredibly embarrassing.

"Don´t joke about that, detka." It was the first time you saw Natasha actually mad.

...

You are finally off the hospital wing, Doctor Cho told you that you need to rest and if there is anything wrong, you can call her asap. At the end she is working for the Avengers and getting calls in the middle of the night isn´t something unusual.

Being a week with Wanda was so fun, she told you all the stories from her life, you watched many sitcoms together and her cooking skills are amazing! Anything she cooked for you, you crave for some more. You´re really positive about her putting some drug in the deserts, because everything was just so good and addicting, it´s not even possible.

You two also spent hours on online websites shopping, for your new clothes, boots and everything you needed. Wanda payed for everything of course. Even though she told you, "Don´t worry about it," you still feel bad for spending so much of her money.

You´re currently waiting for Wanda, to walk with you to the main room, for you to meet the rest of the team. You were very nervous, but if Nat and Wanda were so nice to you and made sure you were safe all the time, you believe that the rest of the team is the same.

"There she is!" Wanda comes to you, hugging you closly. Like any other day, she was warm and you feel even better.

"Here I am. But I can take it-" You say as Wanda grabs the one plastic bag with your stuff.

"None of that, malysh. You need to rest."

"This weights basically zero zero nothing, I could-" You met Wanda´s eyes, "thank you for taking my bag." You smile.

"That´s what I´ve thought, malyshka." These nicknames will kill you, sooner or later. The two of you went to the living room, which was a two floors above you. The ride in the elevator was quiet and comfrotable.

Bing.

Wanda immedietly links your hands with yours, which you don´t mind it at all, it´s actually calming your nerves and she knows it very well. There is no need to read your mind, your body is speaking for you this time, with your relaxed posture and the little adorable smile on your face.

"They are nice, but little... hectic and full of energy. If anything, let me know and we can go to the bedroom." Wanda smiles.

"Thank you, WanWan," you smile back, if her and Nat can give you nicknames, you will think of something too. "I think I can manage, um... will Nat be there?"

Wanda smiles at her new nickname and then shakes her head, "Natasha is coming later tonight, you know, Avengers stuff." You simpy nod.

You could hear the other teammates right away, but you hear only women´s voices. You were honestly glad. Not like you don´t like the male Avengers, but... they are still males, so you already felt more comfortable knowing there are only bunch of ladies.

Wanda opens the door for you and walks right behind you. "Ladies, I´d like you to meet someone, someone very special, so please don´t attack her with questions or any other... things." She giggles and you look around and you feel like in a dream.

Carol Danvers, Kate Bishop, Yelena Belova, and Maria Hill are all seated on a comfortable, oversized sofa, while Wanda still stands beside you.

"Hai," you whisper as you awkwardly put your hand up in some sort of a wave.

All you could hear was all sorts of greetings, "Hi! Hello! Oh finally, hey!..." The sudden outpour of warmth takes you by surprise, and you can't help but blush and offer a shy smile in response to their overwhelming hospitality.

"Easy, ladies!" Wanda quickly says.

"Move, Maximoff." The Captain Marvel herself says as she stands up.

"No. All of you are like a bunch of hawks and (Y/N) is tiny, not a chance I will leave her all alone in this." Wanda grips your hand tighter.

You blush as you look at Carol.

"Im Carol, nice to meet you, (Y/N)." She smirks at you.

"I- I know... and you are Maria, Kate, Yelena," you smile as you point at each of them.

Wanda giggles. "She is our big fan," she explains.

"Ohh, is she?" Maria finally speak, "do you kow the rest of the ladies?"

"The rest?" You look at her, not knowing, who is the rest. "You´re living here with everyone? Like everyone? Where are the guys?" you obviously have many question.

"Most of us do, but sometimes there is a mission of world so-" Carol is cut off by Maria.

"Don´t start with this bulshit, Danvers. Like you´re something special, just because you can travel to space..." The brown haired girl rolls her eyes.

"I didn´t say I´m special, you did." Carol winks at her. Wanda leans closer to you and whisper right into your ear. "This is a daily basis on here, you´ll get used to it," she giggles and so did you.

"To answer your quiestion fully," Kate clears her throat, "all the ladies live here, all of us got room and it´s just like a never ending sleepover." Kate chuckles, she is probably the same age as you, or little older, which makes you feel better around everyone.

"And no. There are no guys. Is that a bad thing?" Yelena says without zero emotion in her voice.

"No! No, no, no! I mean I bet they are great, but I´m into girls. I mean... as a fact, I think you guys," you point at them, "just do it better. Way badass, smarter, faster, everything is just waaay better, you know?" you tried to save youself, but it didn´t work at all. Even Yelena has a slight smirk on her face.

"You were right, Maximoff. She is cute." Yelena nods towards you and Wanda.

"So you´re into ladies?" Kate smiles.

"No, yes. I mean yes, but I didn´t mean it like that in the previous context," you answer her.

"What was the context then?" Now it was Wanda speaking right into your ear.

You are quiet for a second and then just shrug, "I guess i didn´t want to talk shit about the male Avengers." you chuckle.

"Don´t worry, we won´t tell them." Kate laughs.

"Well... if you know a lots of things about us, isn´t it fair for us to know little something about you too?" Carol sits on a couch next to Maria.

"Go sit, malysh, I´ll bring you something to drink." Wanda sligtly pushes you towards the couch, when her hand leave your lower back, you already miss her touch.

You sit between Kate and Carol, while Maria stares at you with a slight smirk. So you quickly look at the youngest Avenger, and you can already tell, that she´s really exited to talk to you and get to know you better.

You sit nervously between Carol and Kate, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the attention. Carol leans back confidently, a smirk on her face. "So, what's your thing, hobbies, what´s your favorite food?"

"Um, well, I like uh, reading. And I enjoy cooking as well."

Kate is like a exited pupppy. "That's cool! Any favorite books? Oh, and, do you have a go-to pizza topping?"

Wanda comes back with the water and place it on the table, giving Kate a stern look, "easy Bishop," then she sits on the chair right in front of you.

"I love reading fantasy novels. And, for pizza, I'm a sucker for pepperoni."

Maria and Yelena, watching you, listen intently, their interest evident in their expressions.

Carol smiles, "That's awesome. We should have a cooking night together sometime. What do you say?"

You and Wanda make eye contact "Well... I already planned that with Wanda, so..."

"Oh really, Maximoff? We´re already calling dibs? That is not fair." Carol rolls her eyes.

"Or all of us can cook together?" You smile at Carol.

"Carol in the kitchen is the worst way of dying, so it´s a no for me." Yelena mumbles and leaves the room, Maria following closely behind. "Agreed."

"I can teach you! The simple things are not that hard, right Wanda?"

The girl infront of you just sighs and nods, "Sadly it´s not."

"Oh come on, don´t be so harsh on her, I bet it´s not that terrible... right?" You feel more and more comfortable with all the ladies around you.

...

"It´s not that terrible, right?" Wanda mocks you as you see flour flying, ingredients get mixed up, and the result is far from what the recipe intended.

Wanda and Kate exchange amused glances, but they both maintain their composure, trying not to laugh. You, though, can't help but chuckle, as you didn't expect this level of chaos in the kitchen.

Carol, with a sheepish grin, looks at her culinary creation. "I promise, I'm better at saving the world than making food."

"You better be, Danvers." Wanda smirks as she smacks her dirty hand on Carol´s ass, leaving a white mark on her black sweatpants.

"Oh you´re so in, Maximoff!" Carol turns around and runs for her, to get her revange.

You and Kate burst into laughter, all in good spirits. Despite the kitchen disaster, the shared experience brings the group closer together.

You jump on the messy kitchen counter, smiling from ear to ear. "That was... fun."

Kate nods and turns to look at you, "yup." She moves closer to you and touch your nose with her finger from... butter? You guess. "But at least now you see why is Wanda doing all the cooking. Sometimes Nat, but mostly our witchy." Kate is being very close to you know, her hands resting on your thighs.

"Fair point." You look down and blush, "maybe we should start cleaning?"

Kate shakes her head, "Wanda does a little poof and everything is clean, don´t worry about that."

"If Wanda survives." You point out.

"True." Kate chuckles.

"You have very blue eyes." You don´t know where this comment came from.

"I do, yeah. And you have very y/e/c eyes, (Y/N)." Kate is now whispering.

Nodding your head seem like the only good idea, since you don´t trust your voice at the moment.

"Would you like me to show you around and maybe later show you my room?" Kate asks, while staring at you.

"Oh are you flirting, Kate Bishop?" You roll your eyes at her.

She tilts her head, "what? You have such a dirty mind, miss (Y/N). I am not flirting with you, you would notice if I would." She squeezes your thighs and step away from you, "you going or what?" She smirks at you.

And with the most dramatic groan you jump off the counter and follow her through the compound.

...

After Kate showed you around, you were positive that you need a map, because there is no way you would remeber all the catacombs and shortcuts. No way.

And final stop, Kate´s floor. Warm, soft light streams into the room from a string of fairy lights above the windows, creating a cosy atmosphere. In one corner, a leather chair and a sleek, modern desk scattered with papers from her most recent missions indicate her dedication as a superhero. A collection of classic bass guitars in another corner, all neatly organized. Her two worlds—the life of an skilled archer and the spirit of adventure of a young hero—combine in balance in the room.

"Oh my god- it´s so cozy in here!" You smile as you look around, seeing all the bows and special arrows on the wall. "Wow," you mumble as your hand wants to touch her black bow with silver ornaments on it, "may I?"

"Go ahead, I don´t use these." She smiles.

Your finger traces those shapes up and down, but your attention switches into something else, many pictures on the wall made you giggle out loud, "No way! You have Halloween nights here?!" You look at a few pictures on the wall, but one catches your eye right away.

As you gaze at the Halloween picture, you can't help but smile at the fun and creativity captured in the snapshot. In the center, Kate Bishop stands proudly, dressed as a demon, her costume is complete with horns, pitchfork, and an impish grin that perfectly matches her cocky spirit.

To her left, Maria Hill is a regal Queen of Hearts, her costume rich in detail, from the heart-adorned scepter to the ornate, card-themed headdress, giving her an air of authority with a playful twist. That she has even without this costume.

Beside Maria, Natasha Romanoff stands as the Queen of Spades, her costume exuding an air of confidence. Her attire is a perfect blend of elegance and danger, with a spade symbol adorning her crown. And of course, her one and only iconic smirk.

Wanda Maximoff, on the other hand, adds a touch of the Wild West to the group as she confidently portrays a cowboy. Her fringe-trimmed jacket, wide-brimmed hat, and toy six-shooter holster create a vibrant, yee-haw Western charm.

Carol Danvers, in contrast, takes on a divine role, embodying a goddess with her shimmering costume and ethereal accessories. Around her waist, a gilded belt cinches the gown, emphasizing her muscle figure. It is adorned with intricate patterns and symbols that hint at ancient mysticism. Her accessories are no less impressive – a tiara with sparkling gemstones graces her brow, and her wrist cuffs shimmer with a radiant energy.

Finally, Yelena Belova channels her inner child (kinda) as she steps into the shoes of Lara Croft. Her outfit mimics the iconic video game character's attire, complete with dual holstered pistols, a utility belt.

"You thought we´re boring or what?" Kate walks up behind you.

"A little bit." You admit, "but this looks so fun! I´m quite upset I´ve missed that."

"Don´t worry, you´ll get an opportunity. But I´ll bite, what would you dress up as?" Kate voice sending shivers down your spine.

"Hm..." you turn around, "I take Halloween very seriously, so..." you try to think. "Well since Wanda was a cowboy, I would go as a reversed cowboy. You know, put a little UNO reverse card on my head. It´s funny and also good effort." You giggle.

"Oh, sweet sweet (Y/N), you´re wilder than I thought," Kate chuckles, "I like that idea, now I´m quite upset too, you would be such a fun to our little party." She winks.

You´re stomach feels like it´s filled with butterflies, that are trying to get into your whole body.

"You feel my flirting, huh?" Kate smirks again.

"Oh shush, I don´t want to boost your ego." You want to turn around, but Kate grabs you by your waist.

"You don´t need to, pretty girl."

"Kate..." You´re glancing at her lips, then back into her blue eyes and then back on her lips.

"Hm?" Kate knows and you know that she knows and that makes you even more frustrated.

"I- I don´t know what to s-" you barely whisper.

"Then don´t say anything, I´ve got you. It´s all good, you´re safe with me here, okay?" Kate whispers and with you nodding your head, Kate leans in and your lips connect. Her lips are incredibly soft. Second ego, you were shy around the archer, but now, you want more, you crave more. She´s holding your hips, her strong grip making you feel secured and that´s all it matters now.

As you found yourself captivated by the enchanting presence of the Bishop girl, it was a moment of shared intimacy, and none among you were present enough to recognize the subtle observe of the Witch and Captain. The door had been unintentionally left ajar, providing an unanticipated point for the two observers. From their concealed perch, they had a front-row seat to the scene. This unintentional voyeurism presented a silent spectacle that would be etched in the memory of all involved, forever preserving that delicate moment.

"Really? Bishop is the first one?" Carol whispers, and Wanda gazes at her with a mix of understanding and frustration. She senses the storm in Carol, and it resonates with her because she feels the same emotions. Deep inside, Wanda hoped she would be the first to share that intimate moment with you. She had been so close, with Natasha temporarily away, but fate had other plans, and Kate Bishop claimed the coveted position first.

"Look, Carol, she´s really into it." Wanda´s jealous thought disappears, as she sees you pulling Kate closer and slightly biting her lip.

"How many weeks did Natasha said to wait? 8-9? And we will discuss it? I knew it was bulshit." Carol chuckles.

Wanda smirks and takes a picture of you and Kate making out, sending it straight to Natasha, with a message on it 'What if our new plaything is not waiting?'

After literally 5 seconds, Wanda´s phone lit up with a new message from Natasha, 'omw.'

...

After your pretty heavy make out session with Kate, everything was different around the compound. Kate was by your side almost every minute and the other girls were as well. Everyone but Natasha. You didn't know if you did something wrong or if she had just a lot of avenger's work, but you wanted her attention.

“I wouldn't go there, right now.” Maria says as she somehow appears right behind you.

You were just about to knock on Natasha´s door to her office. Due to Maria, you pull your hand away, “why?”

“She´s just not in the right mood now.” The agent explains.

“Well, me neither, so-” you turn around and knock three times.

“You´re really stubborn, huh?” Maria chuckles and turns around, walking away.

“I already told you that I don´t have the time for your-” you hear behind the door, until the door opened, “oh, it´s you.” Natasha´s voice went from raspy angry spy to nice Natty, who used to brush your hair every morning, when you have been in the hospital wing.

“It´s me.” You smile a little and without another word you step inside her office.

Natasha watches you; she tilts her head waiting for your next move.

“I kinda invited myself, sorry. But I have a question.” You give her office a quick glance, nothing original, just a big modern office, with lots of paperwork everywhere.

The view is special though, you can take in the lush expanse of the garden, every detail from the blooming flowers to the trees. And beyond the garden's beauty, the panorama stretches out to reveal the entire cityscape. Skyscrapers rise majestically, their windows reflecting the sunlight, while the urban landscape sprawls in all directions. “I´m listening.” The redhead closes the door.

“Did I do something wrong? Or... like why don’t we talk anymore? You barely look at me when you come into the room, I just- did I do something wrong? I know you have a lot of work because the people who tried to... you know, but uh- like what's going on, Natty?” The nickname slips out and you don’t even notice, but Natasha did, she always notices those small details.

You can hear her sigh, that´s never a good sign.

Shit.

“Detka, sit.” She nods towards the chair in her office, and you quickly did so. “It´s not like I don’t want to talk to you, I do. But I just thought that you´re already taken and I do not mess into someone else's business.” That was a lie, another one, that you can´t catch on.

“What do you mean?” You quickly mumble, feeling like a kid who did something bad, since Natasha is standing above you now.

“You and Kate.”

“We- we uh are not dating, if that’s what you're asking.” You blush.

“I'm not asking, (Y/N). But I would appreciate if next time you would be honest with me.” Natasha turns around.

“But I am! We are not dating, we- are just friends.”

“Friends?” Natasha turns back to face you, looking down at her phone scrolling, trying to find a picture that Wanda send to her. “Is this what friends do?”

Shit, where did she get the picture?!

“I-” you can't find any words that would help. You feel horrible, even though you didn’t do anything wrong, or did you?

“I need to work now, to keep you safe, remember? So... if that´s all, see you at dinner.” Natasha looks sad, incredibly sad in fact. She opens the door for you and without anything else you leave.

After few minutes of standing behind Natasha´s door, you decided that you need to blow off some steam and the Avengers compound has everything, so some boxing and sauna after don´t sound like a bad idea at all. Even though you had a boxing class like once in your life, you´ll manage, at least that´s what you hope.

…

It was not actually that bad, you feel exhausted, but also little better, hoping that sauna will do the rest of the magic.

What you didn’t know is that you're not the only one craving to ease your nerves there.

As you open the door you see quite a pleasing sign in front of you, Carol Danvers eating out Wanda right in the sauna, where you wanted to rest. You are like a deer caught in the lights, before you can say anything, the witch notices you and smirk.

“We have an audience, Captain,” she whispers between her moans.

Carol turns her head, and her eyes meet yours, “wanna join?” the blonde one chuckles as Wanda slaps her hand playfully.

You don´t answer, you´re too occupied staring at Carol´s well-defined arms, you can see her veins, which switch something inside you.

“Earth to (Y/N),” Wanda chuckles, “would you like to finish me, malyska?”

“N-no, sorry! Shit! I didn´t know that- you uh- it will be occupied!” and with that you run away.

“She was staring at you.”

“She was basically drooling.”

“Oh please! Don't let it get to your head!

“Do you want to cum or not?”

“Yes, captain.”

“Then shut your pretty mouth.” Carol smirks as she dives back into the witch´s sensitive spot.

…

“I didn’t know Carol and Wanda are dating,” you sip from your newly opened water bottle.

“Um... they are not.” Kate looks at you.

“I´m pretty sure they are,” small giggle is escaping your mouth.

“How so?” The taller girl tilts her head, “I´ll bite.”

“I found them in the sauna together!” You look at Kate, “and they were... you know...”

“Naked? Well that´s usually the scenario in the sauna, (Y/N).” She laughs.

“I mean yeah they were naked, but they were... being close, intimate!”

Kate is obviously not catching what you're trying to say.

“They were fucking, Bishop.” Yelena says as she enters the kitchen. “Carol has pretty high sex drive since she´s ‘off planet’ most of the time.”

“Oooh!” Kate says as she understands you now, but she does not look shocked.

“So, they are like friends with benefits kind of a thing?”

“If you want to label it, then I guess.” Yelena shrugs and you blush, imagining what you have seen earlier.

Carol and Wanda then enter the kitchen as well, you don´t dare to look into their eyes, but you can feel that they are staring at you. You can bet anything in the world that they are also smirking. “What´s for dinner? I'm kinda hungry.” Captain Carol says.

“You´ve just ate, Danvers!” Kate says it in a teasing way, which makes Wanda giggle and Yelena smirk.

“But I would still eat some more, what do you say Bishop, you up for it?” the blonde one tilts her head. But even the chuckle she lets out sounds like she means it.

You are too stunned to speak or even move a little. You see Natasha and Maria coming to the kitchen as well, hoping one of them will save you from blushing and slowly melting away. The trained spy notices your shy behavior right away. “What did you do to our little one?”

It´s like she pushes the small ‘argument’ you had away when she sees you struggling.

“Nothing!” Wanda says.

“Yet.” Carol ads.

“She just caught Danvers and Maximoff fucking in the sauna.” Yelena explains.

You instantly want to leave the room, not that you would be uncomfortable, but you can feel yourself getting too excited, just being with these women in one room is too much to handle, talking about sex? Seeing them have sex? You´re questioning how are you still alive.

“Detka...” Natasha starts, all eyes are on you right now.

“Hm?” Is all you can menage to let out, hoping it would satisfy all of them, but you´re wrong, shockingly, right? The Black Widow clears her throat, and your body automatically makes you look up at her. “I didn´t meant to, I just... wanted to use the sauna and Carol with Wanda were just there um-”

“If I clearly remember Wanda and I were both inviting you, so I don’t see the issue here.” Carol smirks at Wanda.

You bite the inside of your cheeks, hoping it will calm you down.

“There was a moment that I thought you would join us, malysh. And I think that you do too, am I right?” The witch knows exactly what your thoughts were about, she´s pushing you to just admit it.

“Um- no! No, not at all. No. I was- definitely not.” you shake your head more than you should, but you can´t help it. Trying to make it more believable, but you're failing, miserably. “Not that I think you don´t look great, you do! Your bodies were- are phenomenal! But uh-”

You are cut off by Wanda slapping Carols hand, “I told you she was staring.”

“And I told you, she was drooling,” Carol sends you a wink and you quickly look away from her.

“Okay, ladies. Give her a second and you,” Natasha locks eyes with you, “how about we move to couch, you will sit down and take a few deep breaths, alright detka?” The redhead smiles at you as her soft hand touches you, leading you to the living room. You can just nod, but you're happy, because Natasha doesn’t look mad or upset anymore, actually there is this look in her eyes, you can´t quite point a finger what it means, but her eyes kind of shifted somehow.

After a few minutes of Natasha saying sweet nothings, you calm down a bit, she whispers, “It´s okay to look, you know. No need to feel shy about it. Honestly, we all do appreciate a good compliment, especially from a pretty girl like you, (Y/N).” And there it is again; your cheeks are flushed, and your heart is beating fast again.

“How about we all help? To make you feel better, that is what you want right?” Wanda comes in, her hands slowly massaging your stiff shoulders.

“I- I don’t want to bother you, or like-” you stutter out, your mind being a little fuzzy, you just feel tingles all around you, in you, everywhere.

“Shhh, we promised we will help you out, so just let us.” Wanda whispers in your ear.

“Or not and we will find our way.” Maria finally speaks. “Besides, it would not be fair, Kate already had her time with you, and we all are good friends, we share things. That´s just how it works here.”

You look at Kate, who's now standing in front of you, looking down at you with a smile on her face, that is telling you, that she does not have any regrets of throwing you into the cage full of hungry tigers. Infact, she looks like a kid on a Christmas Eve. Suddenly, your mind is craving any touch.

What's going on?

‘You want this, shhh, you´re safe. Everything is okay. Just enjoy this.’

I want this. So much.

‘That is right, malyshka.’

Wanda nods, giving a signal to the rest of the girls. Kate immediately knowing what to do, she basically sprints out of the room to get some stuff from the ‘Avengers special room’, it´s not even a minute and she's back with some ropes, wand, few straps, and handcuffs.

It´s your first time with them, so they don’t want to overstimulate you that much. Other toys for other days.

Maria takes the ropes and starts to tie your hands together, putting them above your head, “Keep them there.”

“Yes, -” you stop yourself and Maria raises her eyebrow, she knows that you wanted to use your manners and address her by a title, but your little messy head does not know which one to use.

“Sir.” She smirks and you nod a little.

“Yes, sir,” you give her a little smile, it makes so much sense, that this is her title.

“Already being so good?” Natasha kisses your forehead, going to the kitchen and making sure she's putting the phone in a good place for the perfect angle of her little movie.

Lots of things are happening and you feel people touching you all over your body. Hill finishes tying your hands together and she comes to Natasha, both of them are saying something, but you can't hear at all. Your attention is now on Wanda and Kate, they are slowly tying your legs together, is hot, but adorable at the same time as the witch is teaching the young archer how to do the perfect knot.

Carol is already without her clothes, having only a big strap on herself as she is adjusting the harness and even though you saw her naked already, you don’t think you could get enough of her.

Suddenly there are some lips on yours, when they pull away, you notice it´s Yelena, you smile at her instinctively. She is a bit harsh, but you actually like it that way, and both of you know it. “Have fun, when you´re done here, come to my room. Understood?”

You nod, again, “Understood, yes,” you whisper.

Yelena just smiles a little, and slaps your cheek, which caught you off guard, but it sends shivers down your body, making your pussy even more wet. You´re positive that you´re already making so much mess.

Carol finally comes to you and picks you up, without a word she places you on the table in the living room, making you the center of attention. But you don’t want her to let go of you, she's so warm and her strong embrace is making you feel like the most secured person in the entire milky way.

“Don´t worry, malysh. Captain is very cuddly after sex.” Wanda sends you a wink as her and Kate finishes the tight knots on your legs.

Natasha comes with a knife in her hand, slowly cutting through your clothes and with a slight smirk she says with such a rasp in her voice, “who wants to go first?”

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This went totally different way than I wanted to, but hey, here we are :p

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azathot69 · 5 months ago

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Limbus Company Cooking Tier List

Yi Sang - He was just admiring a potato. he spent most of his time in a lab, so I'd say that he does not know hoe to cook, he'd probably focus on the sensations of eating rather than the flavor. He'd make an omelette with the egg shells inside it and ruminate the state of one's consumed being or something idk im not a phil osofer :p

Faust - Gesellschaft lends Faust a Faust with knowledge on how to cook. However, our Faust would probably only eat food in a way that allows her to efficiently get nutrients into her body. Her food would be quick, nutritious, but ultimately flavorless. The type who would eat cup noodles with eggs and peanut butter. She's just too busy to enjoy a nice meal. She does only get 3 hours of sleep, after all.

Don Quixote - This girl has the appetite to eat practically anything, but lacks the skill to sustain herself. She'd has a preference of aesthetics over actual flavor, as seen in Hell's Chicken. for the love of god Don't let her cook.

Ryoshu - Can she cook? yeah. Can she cook something edible? Not willingly.

Meursault - The man likes to be told what to do. Give him a cookbook and he'll be able to make anything as instructed. Unfortunately lacks any depth, and will always fall behind in that regard.

Hong Lu - He knows what a kitchen is. Probably never stepped foot into it. uwah~

Heathcliff - Knows what a kitchen is. Probably tried to sneak a few treats from the kitchen during his times in Wuthering Heights. During his syndicate days, he'd probably helped in making meals. I would trust him with my food. *mwah*

Ishmael - Prior to joining Ahab, she'd probably knew her way around the kitchen. Post-Pequod, she'd probably lost all taste after being out in the great lake. I don't think she would've cared at the time.

Rodion - Like DonQui, she likes to eat. Purely headcannon, but i like to think that while she never learned how to cook, she is quite decent at it. Unfortunately for her, she doesn't like the taste of her own cooking. Would rather eat other people's cooking.

Dante - no mouth, no memory, no problem. I like to think that their cooking would be acceptable, but bland. They'd probably worry about either burning or undercooking their food to be considered bad.

Sinclair - His school probably had a home economics class. He can make decently good meals, but has to practice when making a newer meal.

Outis - Probably the best cook in the company. Takes nutrition into consideration. Would definitely made sure her compatriots are well fed before an expedition.

Gregor - Canonically Can not cook. He spent his time in G Corp. and most likely had to eat shitty cafeteria food and MRIs. He'd probably owned "A Man, A Can, a Plan" before Limbus got to him.

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gyll-yee-haw · 1 year ago

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im actually in love with all your donnie darko stuff, after being starved from donnie darko content you fed us

i was wondering if you could do a smut for him where reader squirts for the first time then he becomes obsessed with it and makes her do it over and over again?? tysm ^-^

Thank you so much, babyyy <333

I hadn't written too much about Donnie before, but I'm in love right now 🥺

Well, this is filthy, absolutely filthy (thanks you, I love it), overstimulation

Warnings: squirting, creampie, dirty talk, masturbation (m and f)

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"Come on, baby, I know we can find the spot... I don't mind if I have to fuck you in 13 different positions, do you?" He kisses your neck as you giggle.

"Are you sure, Don?" You sigh. "It was so messy..."

"Fuck, baby, it was..." he grabs your waist, keeping you still under him as he starts rubbing your clit slowly. "Can't get out of my head how fucking wet you got, it was amazing, wasn't it?"

You nodded, biting your lip at the memory of last night's activities, when Donnie made you squirt for the first time. Not even you were aware you could do that... all you remember was that he had you on all fours, gripping the sheets, balls deep inside of you... and something felt different. It wasn't like you were going to cum, it felt like you really needed to pee, out of nowhere. You were too embarrassed to ask him to stop, so you decided to try your best to just hold it. But he was fucking you so good, so hard... you just couldn't control your body very well.

And then it happened. You knew it wasn't pee, it was something you had never experienced before... but it was followed by a whole new sensation of relief, and by Donnie moaning like a wild animal at how hot that was.

And when the two of you woke up the next morning, he was rock hard just remembering it. He needed you to do that again.

"Oh, Donnie... feels so good..." you bucked your hips as he rubbed your swollen clit faster.

"I know, sweetheart." He slowed down until he stopped, making you moan in frustration, trying to grind on his hand. "Shh... hey... it's okay, I'll give you what you need. But you can't come yet, okay? Need you desperate."

"But... but what if I can't do it again? You won't be disappointed, will you?" You felt anxious.

"No! Of course not!" He looked at you with a mix of worry and absolute passion. "I just want to try it, okay? Nothing in this world could make me love this pretty pussy any less, my angel."

You smiled, spreading your legs wider, as a sign you didn't want to waste any more time. He returned your smile, staring to stroke his dick dangerously close to your entrance.

He entered you slowly, hissing at the way you squeezed him. He began thrusting gently, until you soaked and welcomed his entire length.

"Deeper, Donnie..."

"Fuck, say that again, my love." He smirked at your dirty talk.

"You have to get deeper, you were so deep yesterday..." you moaned more than you felt like you had to, just to give him a show.

He helped you rest your legs on his shoulders as he started going faster.

"Is this deep enough for you?" He chuckled as he watched your eyes roll back at how good he was hitting that exact spot at this new position. "You sure as hell feel tighter... fuck!"

"Donnie!" Your legs started shaking. "Think... think I'm gonna do it..."

"Fuck, baby, please..." one of his hands went to your belly, applying pressure right where you felt his cock already pressuring enough. "Push it out for me, you can do it, pretty girl..."

You felt it rush out of you harder than the last time. On the position you were this time, you could see it soak his belly. It was so hot, it made you dig your nails on his back, enough to make him bleed.

"Fucking hell, oh jesus..." Donnie cried out, fucking you harder than ever. "You're such a good girl..."

"Donnie, I need to cum, please, give it to me..." you begged.

"Yeah? Hurry up, baby... you soaked my cock too fucking good for me to be able to hold it..." he said before crashing him lips into yours on a passionate kiss, hand sliding between your legs to rub your clit again.

Luckily you weren't able to hold it either, pussy contracting around his cock as you came hard. He filled you up seconds after, he couldn't even think about cuming anywhere else when he was that deep inside you.

And when he pulled out, he could have cried at that scene. The way you were soaked from squirting, plus his cum dripping out of you...

"Keep your legs spread for me, baby, don't move..." he asked, and you obeyed.

You looked at him in shock, as you saw he was stroking himself... cock not even fully hard, because that would be humanly impossible.

"Too hot, baby, can't waste this sight..." he whined pathetically, absolutely overstimulated, but physically unable to stop.

"Careful not to hurt yourself, Donnie." You mocked him. "I'm not going anywhere... there's no rush..."

"I know, but..." his cock throbbed as his hand moved up and down, making an obscene wet sound. "Too hot, feel like... need to cum more..."

"Right... get those balls fucking empty for me, then..." you gathered his cum, leaking out of you, rubbing it over you clit, starting to touch yourself for him.

Yes, it did hurt a little, but you understood him. You craved more.

The two of you moaned in sync, smell of sex in the air and sheets absolutely ruined under you. None of that mattered at the time.

Donnie came first. Shooting his load directly into your clit while you rubbed it. That scene and the extra lubrication it gave you had you throwing your head back and screaming his name as you came hard.

Took a while for the two of you to be able to talk again.

"We need a shower." He chuckled, watching your filthy state.

"That's easy." You shrugged. "But you're gonna need a new mattress if you keep making me do that..."

"Sounds worth it to me."

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xanneeeyyyy · 5 months ago

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“It’s Always Been You”

Synopsis: A month before the ball, Y/N misheard Katsuki's conversation with the Bakusquad. With Kirishima urging him to confess, she left before hearing the full truth—assuming he liked someone else. That misunderstanding made her lose hope, unaware of Katsuki’s true feelings.

The night of the ball had finally arrived, and you donned an elegant ball gown that made you feel like a true princess. The soft, flowing fabric shimmered in the dimly lit ballroom, and your heart raced with excitement and a touch of anxiety.

As the dance commenced, your friends and fellow students glided gracefully across the floor, lost in the rhythm of the music, their laughter and joy filling the air. You, however, remained seated at your table, watching the festivities unfold. It seemed that everyone had found a dance partner, except you.

Kirishima bumped Katsuki's shoulder, encouraging him to ask you to dance.

"Oi, Bakugo, don’t you think she looks too damn pretty to be sitting there all alone?"

Katsuki scowled. "Tch, not my problem."

Kirishima had noticed you sitting alone, a vision of grace and beauty in your gown, and felt it was a shame to see you left out.

"Come on, man. Just one dance. She's our friend and besides you—"

“SHUT UP SHITTY HAIR! IM GOING OKAY?!”

Katsuki couldn't ignore his friends' nudges any longer. With an exasperated sigh and a roll of his eyes, he made his way toward you.

With an exasperated sigh, Katsuki rolled his eyes and stalked over to you.

“Oi! Dumbass," he grumbled, "you look like a complete waste just sitting here. Stand up and dance or something."

His words, while not the most eloquent, held a strange warmth to them. You smiled, feeling a surge of gratitude that he'd chosen to approach you. You glanced at him and shook your head with a small smile. "I'm fine, Bakugou. I don’t need someone to dance with me. It’s just a dance, anyway."

Katsuki scoffed. "Like hell, it’s 'just a dance.' You came here, didn’t you? So get up."

Before you could protest further, he grabbed your wrist and pulled you up. You stumbled slightly, caught off guard, but he steadied you. "Tch, quit making me force you. We’re friends, aren’t we? Just dance."

With a reluctant sigh, you let him lead you to the dance floor. Your hand trembled slightly in his, and he noticed. "The hell's your problem? You nervous or something?"

You bit your lip before answering softly, "I just... shouldn’t be the one dancing with you."

His brows furrowed in confusion. "What? Why the hell not?"

You exhaled, glancing away. "Just because…I —I shouldn’t be here with you like this. It doesn’t feel right."

Katsuki was stunned into silence. He hadn’t expected that. He tightened his grip on your waist slightly, but he didn’t say anything, only continuing to guide you through the dance.

The enchanting melody of "Enchanted" by Taylor Swift filled the room, and you both started to move to the music. Your heart ached, knowing that this fleeting moment was just that—a fleeting moment.

As the two of you danced, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you in that magical moment. The song's lyrics resonated with the situation, making your heart race as the chorus echoed around you.

Minutes later, you finally spoke again, your voice barely above a whisper. "We can stop now." He knew something was off. "No. Something’s eating at you. Spill it."

"It’s nothing."

"Bullshit."

You inhaled sharply, closing your eyes. "Why are you making this so hard for me?"

Katsuki’s jaw clenched. "Because I can tell when you're full of crap. Just tell me."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you stared at him. "I don’t want to say it. I don’t want to ruin things. Because the moment I say it to you, it will ruin our friendship.” You lowered your head, not wanting him to see how your voice trembled, how the tears threatened to spill.

"But…it hurts. It hurts knowing that no matter what I do, I’ll never be the one you look that way." Your voice cracked, and you swallowed hard, forcing the words out before your courage failed you completely. "I love you, damn it. And I know it’s stupid, and I know it doesn’t change anything, but I do. And I hate myself for it."

Your fingers curled into fists at your sides, trying to keep yourself together, but the pain was too much. You exhaled shakily and forced a weak smile, though it did nothing to hide the anguish in your eyes.

"I want to be by your side, to become stronger and fight alongside you, to support you until the day you become the number one hero."

The weight of your confession hung between you both, suffocating, inescapable. The silence that followed was unbearable, and you felt your chest tighten as you realized what you had just done.

You turned away, your vision blurred. "Thank you for dancing with me. At least I got to have this moment with you."

“Uhm… I'll go now."

As you turned to walk away, the song's lyrics played in the background,

Please don't be in love with someone else. Please don’t have somebody waiting on you

Tears slipped down your cheeks, the words cutting through you like a knife. You took slow steps toward the ballroom’s exit, feeling the weight of every emotion pressing down on your shoulders.

But then—

“Bakugou, what the hell?!”

A loud gasp echoed through the ballroom, followed by hushed murmurs and wide-eyed stares. You barely had time to process what was happening before a strong hand grabbed your wrist, spinning you around.

Katsuki stood in front of you, his crimson eyes burning with intensity.

"You fucking idiot…” His voice was rough, filled with an emotion you had never heard from him before.

He exhaled sharply, as if he was done fighting something within himself.

"It's you."

And then, before you could even respond, he yanked you closer and crashed his lips against yours.

The entire ballroom fell into stunned silence. Your classmates watched, gaping in pure disbelief. For a moment, no one dared to make a sound.

You could hear whispers, excited murmurs passing through the crowd. Some of your friends covered their mouths in shock, while others exchanged knowing smiles. Even Kaminari and Sero elbowed each other, grinning, as Mina’s eyes practically sparkled.

Kirishima let out a quiet chuckle. "About damn time," he muttered.

And then, slowly, the shock gave way to silent cheers. Smiles of approval spread across the faces of your classmates. They had been waiting for this—rooting for this.

When the kiss finally broke, Katsuki rested his forehead against yours, his breath ragged. "I've been an idiot," he admitted, his voice low and filled with emotion. "I never realized how much you mean to me until this very moment."

Tears glistened in your eyes, but this time, they weren’t from sadness. He smiled—softly, genuinely. A sight so rare that it left your classmates stunned.

"I was blind to my own feelings, but not anymore. From this night forward, you’re mine—today, tomorrow, and for every damn day after. And I’ll make sure everyone knows it."

Hand in hand, you both returned to the dance floor. The way he held you now felt different—more intimate, more certain. This wasn’t just a dance. It was the beginning of something real.

As the song’s final notes played, He leaned in and whispered, "I love you too, more than I can put into words. I want you by my side, now and always."

Your heart swelled with happiness. You cupped his face and kissed him again—gentler this time, filled with warmth and quiet promises of forever. The ball continued around you, but in that moment, it felt like the entire universe had conspired to bring the two of you together. You were no longer alone. Your love story had just begun, set against the backdrop of a world filled with heroes and dreams.

As the night wore on, you and Katsuki danced, laughed, and cherished every moment. It was a night you would both remember forever—the night you confessed your love and found happiness in each other's arms.

And as you twirled together, surrounded by the shimmering lights of the ballroom, Katsuki suddenly pulled you closer, his voice low and questioning.

"Oi, princess. Just wanna ask, why the hell did you think I liked someone else?"

You blushed at the new nickname he gave you, hesitating for a moment before letting out a small sigh. There was no point in hiding it now.

"A month ago, I overheard you talking to Kirishima and the others," you admitted, biting your lip. "But… I didn’t stay to hear the whole thing. I just left that day."

Katsuki blinked, then groaned. "You… you really are a fucking dumbass."

You pouted. "Hey—!"

He flicked your forehead lightly. "I was talking about you, idiot. I just didn’t realize it then."

Your eyes widened. "Me—?"

He smirked. "Tch. Yeah. But I do now."

And with that, he pulled you in for another kiss—because now, he wasn’t holding anything back.

And this time, you knew.

You had always been the one he looked at.

This was just a quick story that’s been looping in my mind, and I had to put it into words. Apologies for any grammatical errors—hope you enjoy it! 💟 also wanna know your thoughts after reading it hihi ✨

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