#but as soon as i saw this prompt my mind went to this fucking image. i still laugh until i cry over it

[sealrock]

febhyurary, day 2: flame

20th sun of the 4th astral moon, 1568

professor sebonne beroul and her student, percival wormwood, "demonstrating" flame magicks during her 'incantation health & safety' class.

based on this meme pic because percy would try to burn down the classroom:

[bweeeb]

JEALOUS

Part two

Theodore Nott x Y/n Millicent reader

Friends to lovers- ANGST

Summary: The morning after the damage has already been done is always the hardest to fix things between two best friends who feel more than friendship.

The feeling of discomfort was the second worst feeling for Y/n because the first was feeling strange in a place she used to feel good. And Y/n was almost certain that at that moment, the two feelings were very close to each other.

The morning after, the group skipped breakfast and went straight to lunch. One thing everyone at the table could agree on was that the Slytherin elite seemed very uncomfortable. Sitting on the opposite side of the table from Theodore, Y/n's leg bounced up and down. The image of waking up naked in Mattheo's bed, with Theodore coming out of the shower, remained vivid in her mind as a source of discomfort. It felt strange for both of them not to be sitting side by side, especially after a party, a time when they would typically look out for each other.

Y/n felt herself sink into the bench, and her appetite diminished immensely. Thus, she pushed her plate away and stood up, anguished.

— Where are you going? Pansy asked, attracting the attention of all her friends.

— I've lost my appetite.

— But where are you going? Daphne asked with concern, her expression resembling that of a child inquiring about their mother, prompting Y/n to offer a weak smile.

— I have things to study. See you later. Everyone agreed with a deadly silence that embarrassed the group but left the rest of the students curious.

— Is she okay? Draco asked Pansy, who showed him the middle finger and got up angrily.

— This is your fault

— I didn't know that….

Daphne sighed and rested her head on the table, feeling a migraine starting to creep in. In a sudden move, Theodore got up from the table not long after Pansy and left the Great Hall quickly.

— Teddy! Anastasia called out. — Teddy bear! Anastasia, who had risen from the Gryffindor table, called to Theodore. He turned to her, much as Y/n had upon entering the Great Hall.— I missed you... I thought we'd see each other later.

— I don't have time for this, Anastasia. Last night was a mistake. Theo gestured with his hands in front of her face, glancing back where Y/n had left as soon as the nickname he used for her in their third year allowed her to call him.

— Fuck.

— Teddy?

— Don't call me that.

Theodore said rudely, and Anastasia grimaced.

— Who do you think you're talking to?

— Apparently you, but I wish it weren't.

— Excuse me? The girl stopped in front of Nott, and he, impatiently, placed his hands on her shoulders, not caring if he caused a scene. He needed to get to Y/n and make it clear that what he had done was foolish

— Listen to me, I've fucked a lot of people here and you were just another one. It won't happen again because you're the girl who hurt my best friend, so stop. He growled in her face, and the innocent look faded from Anastasia's expression. She stomped away.

— Oh, Theodore, believe me, no one hurt her more than you did. — she rolled her eyes — She was dying for you to fuck her, that's why it was so fun for me. I could see in her eyes how desperate she was, she seemed like a desperate slut. The redhead smiled maliciously and slapped the boy's face. He snorted and left the Great Hall without worrying about the whispers. He needed to apologize to his girl.

Theodore run as fast as he could to catch up with Y/n, who was still walking slowly down the hallway.— Hey! He shouted and saw the girl shake her head.

— What about our Italian lessons ? — Theo sighed, hating that if he allowed it, tears would fall from his eyes, and those tears would make his father call him ridiculous — Dolcezza…

— I think I'm dead, Theodore, I can't. Y/n rolled her eyes as her voice faltered.

— Don't call me, Theodore, mi amore.

— What should I call you, Theodore? Y/n mocked the boy while trying not to cry.

— Y/n… don't be dramatic, mi amore.

— Dramatic? I'm not being dramatic, Theodore. — Y/n turned abruptly to look at the boy not as far away as she had imagined he would be — Then tell me, tell me what I should call you.

— You should call me... Y/n interrupted Theodore before he could finish his sentence and shook her head with the same whispered tone as his.

—No, I shouldn't. She swallowed hard and looked at him with sad eyes. It was almost inevitable for her to wonder if she was being too dramatic, but that thought soon passed when she remembered her psychology lessons emphasizing the need for time to think.

— Go back to the Great Hall. Her anger softened in her voice when she saw him approaching.

— You are mad at me. — I'm fine!

— You can't be mad at me for what you did too! Theodore frowned and shrugged eagerly.

— You slept with the only person who really hurt me, she killed my cat when he was the only thing that calmed me down because I was away from home. My parents didn't see me for four months. FOUR MONTHS because they believed Nino had a communicable disease and he had nothing and you know it because you heard me cry every night without stopping because I was feeling alone. Y/n clenched her jaw and walked towards the Italian with her finger pointed at his face, which was pushed away when he retorted.

— You fucked up with Mattheo, damn it! Y/n mocked Theodore's argument and rolled her eyes as she walked away again while he followed her frantically.

— Go fuck yourself.

— You slept with Mattheo in my bed! You woke up in MY bed with him by your side. Theo shouted as he stepped in front of the girl, preventing her from continuing her walk.

— And since when do you care about that, Theodore? You fucked every single girl in this fucking school and now when I slept with ONE person you're get mad? — a sob escaped from Millicent's lips as she wrinkled her nose uncomfortably — You can't do this. Her voice became quieter and more vulnerable. — It should have been you, but you decided to sleep with her on my birthday.

— You sat on him in a way that I thought... I thought. Theodore's voice had also lowered in tone, and he looked at her seriously for the first time since the beginning of the discussion.

— It was a damn truth or dare game, we always did stupid things and we both know it means nothing, you fool. If I knew it would hurt you, I wouldn't have done a damn thing… — she murmured — But apparently you don't think the same way.

She turned away again, but this time Theodore just stood there, looking at her back, disappearing down the hallway.

— I would never do anything to hurt you, Y/n. I love you.

Theo shouted from afar, afraid to see her leave. He didn't want her to go like this, but he didn't know how to fix that mess.

— I can't believe you, Theodore, you lied about the dress. About her being at the party and wanting her there, maybe I'm being dramatic, but I can't believe you love me rigth now.

_____

So dramatic, I love it😍

Requests are open, message me if you have any ideas💞

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[chiefatticcreator]

Prompt- A Hypno has done the unthinkable, building a harem of the sexiest Pokémon trainers to worship his big throbbing hyper cock. All under the control of his swinging pendulum. Cynthia is on her way to put an end to this!

This was a most unusual situation. This was even quite strange. Highly unlikely, some would say. Others would use the term "extremely improbable", and others would say "very peculiar".

Cynthia had settled on "fucking weird", and she was usually not one to swear, only very rarely doing so. She was the Champion, after all, so swearign was frowned upon for her, which suited her fine since she was not a vulgar person.

But she had been called upon after all the others trainers ahd failed. The men simply vanquished and sent back where they came from, while the girls chose to remain with the Hypno.

Hypno usually only hypnotize one or two persons, and never for long, which was why this case (a Hypno taking control of an area and making himself a harem) was so curious.

So cynthia had packed up and went with her trustworthy Garchomp.

it was a single Hypno, as long as she didn't look at his pendulum she would be fine.

++++

Everywhere she looked, there were women sprawled lewdly. Getting to the Hypno had been easy, his cave unguarded, and all the trainers she had seen had let her pass. But now she had to specifically avoid looking at the hypno if she wanted to defeat him. So, look away from his hands.

And away from May and Dawn that werelewdly making out for him, showing off their bodies as they did.

Away from Serena, who had installed a makeshift stripper pole and was dancing on it for him.

Away from Misty, who was clinging to his leg and kissing... and kissing... and kissing...

Cynthia's brain froze. She struggled to comprehend what she saw. Or rather, she knew what she had seen, and the image and imprited itself in her mind.

A cock. a dick. A dick thicker than her torso, nearly as thich as her body, and almost as tall. A cock that was so huge, veins the size of her fingers criss crossed it, pumping it, making it throb. A cock so big, that it's mere presence radiated an aura of masculinity she had never seen. Cynthia gulped.

"Hypno, this is my first and final warning!" she commanded, doign her best to not look up at his hands... which made her eyes focus on his cock. On this huge, throbbing, juicy cock.

Her mouth watered. "Let them go or you will regret it!" she gulped. Dear Arceus, she could see drops of precum oozing from his tip and falling onto the ground, making her legs quiver in pleasure.

She heard some jiggling noise, and caught the reflection of something silver in the corner of her eyes. She shook her head, focusing instead on the magnificent cock in front of her.

"L.. Let them go." she repeated, sounding unsure of herself.

She needed to focus on this hyper cock. On this amazing dick, on...

"garchomp, knock him out." Cynthia ordered, tossing her pokeball.

Everyone was taken by surprise, least of all the Hypno himself, who had been so used to women breaking for either his pendulum or his hyper cock that he wasn't prepared for the blow that followed.

As soon as the Hypno fell, it was like all the female trainers woke up from a dream. "Garchomp, take this Hypno with us. I think i will need to punish him myself." Cynthia ordered.

And she would need to deal with her sky-high arousal.

[fayesrossua]

PORCO GALLIARD: HOMEWORK HELP

Minors and ageless blogs DO NOT INTERACT

Prompt: MODERN AU. Porco X F!READER. It’s Friday, your roommate is out of town for the weekend and right as you’re about to relax, your college flings texts you. Porco hasn’t done the homework yet and needs to copy off you. You won’t let him get it without trying.

Warning: NSFW, 18+ CONTENT. Use of terms: bitch, slut.

Tags/keywords: college relationship, mention of past encounters, FEMALE ORAL SEX MAINLY. handjob, fingering, finding the clit. Porco being a cocky bitch until he’s face to face with a woman who wants to get fucked for real. Making out. Mild degrading. Cum tasting.

Notes: I formatted the texting part on my laptop so I know it’s kind of fucked up on the phone so apologies in advance

Word count: 3.1K

ENJOY BABES! 🥰

Your roommate was going to be gone for the weekend. Thank god, you think to yourself. You opened the door, mentally cheering to yourself to see her bed was made, her stuff was put away, and you would have an entire 48 hours of peace and quiet.

You slump your bag against the wall, and flop down on your bed. You close your eyes and let your mind wander. I miss Porco. It had been about two weeks since you last saw him. You two met in the library, in the hopes of studying but ended up shooting the shit for 3 hours instead. You recall the 45 minute segment of him showing you his camera roll, and your heated makeout session in the empty quiet zone of the library. The rings building around his eyes as midnight approached and tiredness blinded you two, making you incoherent and giggly.

You sigh deeply, stretching on your bed and enjoying the aching feeling of your lower back. You roll onto your front, and kick off your shoes, letting them fall on the floor. I should text him. Why not? You had one more midterm to study for and that wasn’t until Wednesday. As soon as you picked up your phone, a notification popped up on your screen.

Porco G

Can you send the psych homework ? I have plans tn

The seductive, hot image of Porco in your head dissipated as you read his message. You click your tongue, making a ‘tsk’ sound. Trying to think of something witty to respond with.

Sounds like a you problem dude

Not your best but it’ll suffice

Porco G

You’ve never had a problem giving me the homework before lmao

You rolled off your bed, deciding to leave him hanging for a few minutes. It was a lab, and your results couldn’t be copied. You didn’t want to get flagged for plagiarism. You went to use the washroom and wash your hands, coming back to your phone lighting up over and over again.

Porco G

I didn’t have time to make it into the lab

That fucking prof has it out for me, he didn’t include me in the email of the lab details this week

Are you really leaving me on delivered right now?

BITCH OPEN UP

You laugh at his outburst. You can picture him right now, computer tab open, looking at his blank lab report. You think of a response, watching as he goes to type, a small bubble appearing, and then quickly disappearing. An idea bubbles to the surface to your mind, and you go to type.

If you want it so bad, then come get it.

You hesitate for a second, and send. If he wants to cheat so bad, he’ll have to earn it. You’ve had a hard week, working so hard to maintain your grades, keep on top of your club activities and a part-time job — you’re not going to let some guy use that to his advantage without cost. Fearful of his response, you set your phone down, pacing around your room.

Bzz. You breath, and brace yourself as you look at his response.

Porco G

What am I supposed to fuck you for it?

I’m busy, come get my homework and take a picture of it if you’re so desperate

Porco G

K i get it

You turn off your phone, shaking the situation off. I mean I wouldn’t complain, you think. A eruption of butterflies bloom in your lower stomach and your mind replays the library. His craning head, aching to kiss you deeper. The way he groped at your waist, pulling you closer against a shelf of books, feeling just the imprint of his dick against your inner thigh.

It took all your strength to not let curiosity win. Instead you changed into something more comfortable, prepping yourself for a little bit of studying before unwinding completely. You chose silky pyjama shorts and an oversized hoodie. You grab your laptop out of your bag and start editing one of your essays in bed. Minutes pass and the words begin to blur on your screen, your eyes growing heavy and mind sinking into your pillow. You want to fall asleep. Letting your eyes shut, you feel warmth in your body stir, sleep blanketing you.

All too soon there’s a furious knock at your door. You jolt awake, and stare at the door, hearing Porco’s voice on the other side. You go to open the door, smoothing down your hair.

“Yes?” You say, feigning ignorance to what you just discussed over text. Porco shuffles himself into your room, closing the door behind himself. You sit back on your bed, criss-crossing your legs together.

“Did you die? Why weren’t you responding to me?” He asked, a hand on his hip and his other hand waving around his phone.

“I was doing homework.” You say simply. Porco raised his eyebrows at you, looking at you doubtfully. “What? I just got back-“

“Do you have the psych homework?” He cut you off, looking at you very intensely, but before your eyes you saw the cogs in his mind spin, and his face softened. “I’m really depending on you here.”

“I would give it to you but I still need to finish it.” You reply.

His fiery annoyance returns, he lifts his hands up, stuttering and feigning confusion “uhhh, uhhh- then why did you tell me to come here?” He says in a mocking tone. Porco steps forward until he’s almost towering over you. You look up to him, meeting his steely gaze with a meek expression. Porco was always short tempered but whatever anger or annoyance he had toward you was usually run short.

“If you wanted it, I said you could come and get it. I didn’t say I was finished it.” You say. He exhales an annoyed scoff, being silent for a few seconds. He ran his fingers through his hair, looking down in contemplation. Then he reaches down to grab the side of your face. His fingers are cold.

“If I ate you out would you give me the homework?” He asked, tipping your head to look at him. Your lips turn into a smile, and you start laughing.

“Is Professor Zoe’s psych lab really why you’re offering to eat me out?” You say. Porco’s expression was filled with both anger, infatuation and passion. He bit his lip before bending down to whisper in your ear.

“Take it or leave it, Princess. I’m only asking once.” He whispers, planting a small kiss on the lobe of your ear. Your breath hitches slightly, and you nod slightly, turning to face him.

“I accept. Hopefully I didn’t ruin your plans for tonight.” You say, watching as his eyes watched your lips.

“I’m used to that from you.” He said. You hum in response, pulling him to sit next to you. Porco lays his hand on your shoulder, and lays you down. He propped himself slightly on his elbow, using his knee to separate your legs, allowing him to swing one of his legs in between. Arousal builds and your lips can’t meet his fast enough.

Porco kisses you with such intense hunger, grunting slightly as his warm lips slid with yours, biting your lip and holding it in his teeth for a brief second. He was a sloppy kisser, and you loved it. It turned you on so much to feel his tongue in your mouth, to feel his horniness build as you swirl your warm, wet tongue against his. Porco likes to move around no matter what, so while kissing you, his hands roam all along your body. He lingers at your thighs, gliding his cool fingers on the sides, then tracing your inner thigh, brushing against your outer V as he explores up your stomach. You moan breathily into his mouth in between kisses, grinding your hips against his and kissing him with as much fervour as he is. He circled his hips, pressing his growing cock into you. The pressure felt so good, and slowly all the stresses you had about life took a back seat. “I didn’t know you were so hellbent on getting that assignment done.” You whispered against his lips.

“Oh yeah,” He said in between kisses, “I take school” he kissed you, “very seriously.” You laughed, straddling him with your legs and continuing to kiss him.

The two of you are all or nothing, and you’re only as aroused as the other person. So it’s always a competition to see who can turn on the other the most. The needier you are, the more turned on he is, and so you are both loud kissers, loud and passionate love makers.

Porco pulls away from your lips, sitting up and taking off his t-shirt. “Your shirt,” he grabs your hoodie by the shoulders and you raise your arms, letting him pull it off of you. Porco’s eyes perked up at your bare chest. Placing both of his hands at the base of your waist, he slid his hands up, cupping your breasts and giving each of your nipples a gentle suck. He kissed all around your chest, inching further down. Finally, he reached below your waist, and he took your shorts off. He began smirking, drawing a finger down the center of your soaking underwear. “You’re already wet? Were you thinking of me before I got here?”

Anything clever you had to say died on the tip of your tongue as he massaged your clothed pussy, and you squirmed at his touch. He pressed into you, slowly stroking the length of you. You close your eyes, choked moans coming out of your mouth as you feel Porco get a handle on you, seeing concentration build on your face. “You like that?” He says

“Hmm yeah,” you reply, reaching to pull of your underwear. He grabs your hand, stopping you.

“Don’t be so eager. I’m getting there.” Porco delayed taking off your underwear, instead just tracing the outline of your V and going up to leave a couple hickeys on your neck. To really get him annoyed, you reached down, and began touching yourself. He pulled away from your neck, forcefully grabbing your wrists. “Do I need to restrain you or something? You’re such a horny slut.” He says, and you just nod. The wetness pooling in your underwear is making you uncomfortable and you want nothing more than for him to take care of it. “Keep your hands to yourself.” He whispers in your ear, finally reaching down and twisting the sides of your panties in his fingers. He leans back, settling on his knees and slides your underwear down, revealing your already dripping pussy. Porco makes a noise in the back of his throat, and that made you look up at him, only to see him gaze down at you in wonder and awe. All the confidence he had previously seemed to be extinguished by the sight of you — legs spread open, your core soft and wet just for him, your lips glossy and swollen from his kisses, and your doey eyes looking back at him lovingly, and so full of lust. He didn’t really know what he was doing, but he would never let you know that. He wasn’t letting your pent up energy go to waste. He was going to do this and he was going to be fucking good.

Porco settled himself down, laying on his stomach and wrapped his hands around your thighs. He first placed a gentle kiss on your pubic area, letting the knuckle of his hand graze your centre. You squirm at his first touch, before closing your eyes. He keeps kissing you, reaching down to the top of your clitoral hood, and kissing down your lips. Slowly, his tongue pressed against your labia, making little licks along each ridge, tasting the tangyness of your fluids. He breathed in through his noise and he looked up at you — seeing your face scrunched up in concentration as he put his tongue to work. Porco felt his already hard cock twitch against your hard mattress and a wave of lust fell over him, and he wanted to keep going.

“Feels good, Porco,” you breath out, you kept your hands latched to your chest, holding your tits and running your fingers over your nipples. Porco grunted, his tongue flat against your pussy, flicking it against you. His warm, soft tongue was making you feel so good. He took his lips away for a moment, using his fingers to run through your soaking folds, reaching up and accidentally finding your clit. Your head jolted up, and you almost made a choking sound at the unexpected pleasure of what he just hit. “Do that again,” Porco rubbed over that spot again, gently, before bringing his mouth back down and sucking it. He listened to your whiny moans, revelling in his feat of finding the clitorus. He was so hard, and wanted to touch himself so bad. Porco could cum just like this. He kept sucking on your clit, bringing his hand up and fingering you gently. His thick, calloused fingers teased your viscous, slippery entrance and he slowly stuck two fingers in. “Porco — oh my god,”

Your pussy clamped down around his fingers and Porco slowly started making a C shape with his fingers inside of you, pumping in and out of you. “You’re so tight around me, fuck-“ He moved down to continue licking you, “You like that? You like how I’m making you feel?”

“Yes — yes, please keep going-“ you whimper.

“I’m so fucking hard,” he says, before quickening the pace of his tongue against you.

You hiss at his rapid change in pace, “Then .. touch yourself-“ you try to say, he’s bringing you close and your thighs clamp down on his ears. Everything he says falls unheard as your brain becomes solely focused on how he’s making you feel. The hot, wetness that is seeping out of you is rendering your whole body weak. The little waves of pleasure each time his tongue lands on you, pressing into you sends shivers up your spine. Porco keeps tongue fucking you, while he slowly adds a third finger into you.

Porco shifts his hips against your bed, moaning at the pressure he dick felt, and craning his head further into you. He feels your feet move to on top of his back. Porco moans against you, the vibration and hot air only making you more aroused. “Cmon baby, come for me, come for me.” He says, pumping his fingers in and out of you with increasing speed. His tongue finds it way back to your clitorus and he begins sucking and licking it. Feeling your thighs clamp down on his again and your hips buck against his fingers, he moans, over and over again, egging you on to cum. “Cum baby, cum. Fuck, you’re such a good slut for me.”

“Por-co— I’m, I’m” Your eyes roll to the back of your head — and Porco’s voice, his low groans and grunts wash over you as a tingling sensation prickles down your spine, down to your core, and an earth shattering amount of pleasure and ecstasy stuns you, your hips convulse and you feel Porco’s fingers shove themselves deeper into you, fluid leaking all over him and all over your bed, “Oh my god-“ He’s continues sucking on your clit, letting you ride out every inch of the pleasure you’re feeling.

“Good girl, good girl. Keep coming for me.” He comes up to say. It feels like 20 seconds pass before the tsunami of pleasure passes, leaving you with shocked nerves and wetness everywhere. Your feet slide off Porco’s back and your legs collapse, splaying outward as Porco slowly works his fingers out of you. One at a time, he pumps into you, then pulls out one finger, then another, until he is hands free. “You’re so fucking sexy.” He whispers against you. “I can’t believe you came this much.” He pulls up his hand, his fingers pruney and covered in a stringy fluid that is all because of him. Him, and his irresponsibility. Porco plants one more kiss on your clit, which made you lurch away from overstimulation, and he sat up, his dick was creating a tent in his pants.

You gestured him to come near you, and he did. Laying down beside you, he swung his leg around yours and began kissing you. You could taste yourself on his lips and you were reaching down to unzip his fly, “Can I take care of that for you?” You asked in between kisses, a tiny flutter of excitement rolling in your stomach. Porco looked down at himself, and then looked at you, his face slack and relaxed. You loved seeing him like this, you knew he didn’t have the energy or the desire to be such a bitch.

“Please,” he said, almost pleafully. You nod, and unzip his pants. He quickly pulled his pants and underwear down, leaving you now both naked. You sat up, and pushed him to lay down. Your started stroking his swollen, pink dick, watching how it twitched in your hand and how precum was leaking down his shaft already. Porco hissed at your touch, “yeah, yeah, just like that.” He put his fingers in your mouth, and you began sucking them, savouring the taste of your cum and warm it still was. Porco took his fingers out of your mouth and grabbed the back of your head, bringing you in for a kiss. His breath was quickly becoming stifled and heavy as you pumped his dick in your fist faster and faster. You greedily swallowed each one of his breathes, loving how hot and vulnerable he was. Porco felt he was coming close, he held out as long as he could before it became too much and he broke away from your lips, “Oh god. I’m cumming,” He groaned loudly, his eyes closed as you continue jerking him off until he cums, a stream of fluid spurting from his tip, before dribbling all over your hand. His breathing slows, and you become more gentle with your strokes, kissing him on the mouth before stopping completely and putting your cum covered fingers in his mouth.

“Little payback.” You giggle, as he spits out your fingers, wiping his mouth in disgust.

“Gross, I don’t want to taste my own cum.” He said.

“You seemed to have fun doing it to me.” You whisper, rubbing the excess on your thigh.

Porco just sighs, a little laugh coming out as he pulls you down to lay next to him. You wrap your arms and legs around each other, and hold each other in silence for a few minutes. You close your eyes, allowing yourself to completely relax.

“That was really good.” He said.

“It was.” You say, a yawn coming on. “You did a really good job.”

Porco’s hand grazed up and down your back, “Thank you. I had no idea what I was doing to be honest. I watched a porno on the way here in prep.”

“Of course you did.”

“I had to be prepared”

You hold each other in silence before you got up to pee. “My psych homework is in the pink binder.” You say getting up.

[dbzebra]

For the random writing prompts, 9 with Trunks and Goten (platonic) ❤️

I don’t know how put in a read more on mobile, but this isn’t very long!!

Tbh this random idea came to me outta nowhere, so this was really fun to play with. I doubt I’ll do anything else with it but I’ll keep this in my back pocket lol. This was really fun

9. You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.

Nobody saw it coming when East City was destroyed in the blink of an eye. Then South City. Followed by North City. And then, West City too was eradicated without a trace.

Goku and Goten had attempted to save as many people as possible with Instant Transmission, but the carnage had spread too quickly. They weren’t quick enough.

Trunks cursed his own shit luck. He was holding up in a safe house far from civilization, with a bunch of survivors Goten had rescued.

“You moron…”

Goten laid unconscious, his brilliant orange gi tattered and stained with blood. He had jumped in front of a blast meant for Trunks. Even at a fully powered Super Saiyan 3, Son Goten couldn’t intercept the blast in time and got caught in the full force of the explosion.

Trunks felt it was a miracle that he had survived. And even more of a miracle that the damned enemy didn’t bother to check if he had finished the job before moving on with his rampage, going off on some tangent about eliminating all trouble throughout the timelines so their plans could continue unbothered

“Timelines my ass.” Trunks spat.

Twenty years of peace after Majin Buu had been snapped just like that. The unknown force took out anything and everything in its path.

Trunks periodically focused to see if he could still sense the rest of Earth’s Special Forces, if they were still alive. From what he could tell, he could sense a handful of them gathered together. But not sure who’s who.

Some were probably hiding their ki, like he was.

Others…. He looked to Goten. He hoped the others didnt end up like that. Or worse.

Hours went by. Goten hadn’t moved. The supplies weren’t enough to tend to his wounds. And there was no sign of the explosions from outside ending anytime soon.

“For fucks sake, Goten, you need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

Nothing. Trunks slammed the ground so hard it caused a small crater. He tried using his energy as a ki defibrillator, but even that only went so far.

“You’re the strongest in the universe! You can’t be beaten by some bitch who attacks by surprise!! Wake. UP.” Trunks shouted to his friends unconscious body. “You have a wife and two little girls at home, right!? Don’t let them down!

Goten stirred at that. “God, you’re loud.”

“Welcome back. Knew Marron and the girls was the only thing keeping you going.”

He sat up, flinching. “Motherfucker got me good. Who the hell was that?”

“Hell if I know. But now it’s time for payback. That thing will wish he never came here.”

“What do you have in mind? I could use my ultimate attack but I dunno if that would’ve been enough.”

“Something even better than that. Our trump card.” Trunks helped Goten slowly stand.

Goten winced in pain and his legs almost gave out on him, but was saved by Trunks.

“Guess we’ll be needing this.” He reached into his gi and pulled out the last Senzu Bean. He split it in half and gave the other half to Trunks.

“You had a senzu this whole time?” Trunks was more annoyed than anything else.”

“You’re the one who didn’t bother to check. But whatever. We haven’t done that pose in a long time. You sure you remember how?”

“Of course I do. While you’ve been slacking off playing with your girls, I’ve been training.”

“Yeah yeah, sure you were. Get ready, we’re making the jump instantly.”

“Right.”

A fully healed Goten and Trunks stood a few paces apart, facing forward. They were mirror images of each other.

“FUUUUSION——HAAAA!”

[amariaaa]

Could I request Meliodas getting super jealous/protective over fem s/o because some guys were hitting on her/you (does that make sense?)

Summary: demon+jealousy= someone hurt.

Characters: meliodas

Warnings: cursing.

Authors notes:again another one of my favorite requests. (I have a soft spot for jealousy stories and meliodas).

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Today was a busy day in the boar’s hat. You were on waitress duty along with Elizabeth. Usually this was your daily schedule and you loved it. Especially the hour breaks that you usually use for secret rendezvous acts with your boyfriend and owner of the tavern meliodas.

As you were wiping down the tables of the costumers you heard the bell chime, signaling a new costumer had arrived.

“Welcome to the boarhat tavern, give me a moment and I’ll be right with you” you said as you walked towards the bar.

“Y/n?”

You turned around, only to be flooded with old memories of your friend from your teenage years.

Before you can even speak, meliodas walked over to your friend and patted his shoulder. Seemingly had already developed some type of relationship with you old friend.

“Hey howser” he said in his usual innocent tone.

Howser and you just stared at each other in shock before he engulfs you into a hug. While swinging you every which way as meliodas stared at you both in confusion.

“HOWSER!” You yelled while he was spinning you in the hug.

“Yeah, how have you been y/n. Haven’t saw you in a while”

As you pulled away from the hug, eyeing his muscular physique in the process. Which doesn’t go unnoticed by meliodas.

You began to forget about current work situation as you began to catch up with howser. Meliodas was watching you as you talked to your newly reunited friend for an hour maybe more.

Tiny bits of jealousy swirled around in him at the amount of time you were spending conversing with the holy knight. So he decided to put an end to it for today at least.

“Y/n there’s a costumer who needs your help”

“Sorry, I forgot all about it. Would it be alright if I take my break now?” “I want to catch up more with howser.”

Meliodas looked at you through a forced smile as his eyebrow twitched. “Of course you can”

While your usual break was an hour, the time must’ve ran away from you because by the time you made it back it was 4 hours later. You didn’t even notice the 6 missed calls and 24 text messages from your boyfriend. (Pretend they have phones)

As you walk through the doors you’re greeted by your lover with a scowl on his face. Meliodas quickly grabbed howser by his shirt and threw him back while running after him.

You quickly tried to catch up to no avail, arriving to the scene a little too late. You inspected the scene to see a bruised howser defending (dying) himself against meliodas.

You quickly rushed and grabbed meliodas as he was about to send another blow to howser.

“Let go” his dark tone making your heart drop to your stomach.

“No, what the fuck has gotten into you” as anger rise into your chest.

You deadpanned and berated yourself as you forgot you can use your own power and teleported you and meliodas back to the boarhat.

“Where tf have you been”

“I was just catching up, I told you that already” you nonchalantly brushed him off, trying to peice together what the hell just happened.

Meliodas pulled you against the wall as he stared into your eyes, his anger making one of his eyes turn a purplish black.

“What we’re you doing that was so important that you couldn’t answer your phone?”

You just stared at him in confusion on why he was acting like this. Was it because of work? Did you forget something important today? Was there something important that missed?

As many thoughts consumed your head, your soon snapped out as Meliodas grips your chin making you look him straight in the eye.

“Answer me” his usual voice turned dark and alluring.

“I just forgot to check my phone. Sorry” you spit back as images of your bruised friend scanned in your head.

His other eye flickered from the dark purple back to his beautiful emerald eyes. “It shouldn’t have taken you this long to get here. Will you at least tell me who he is to you?”

Your mind went blank of howser as meliodas words replayed in your head.

You giggled as the realization hits you.

He’s jealous

You smirked at him “ we took the long way from the town” “also i have a question for you”

He looked at you unamused but with a look that prompted you to continued

“Meli are you jealous?” You asked teasingly

One thing you knew is that calling him by that nickname was that it could get you out of any trouble with Meliodas. Tonight that was not the case. You were mad at him and he was currently mad at you.

“Should I be?”

You looked at him with a mixture of hurt and confusion as you turned away.

“Oh” was all you could muster out as you realized the little faith he had in your faithfulness to him.

He looked at you in shocked as if knowing what you’re thinking at that very moment.

You begin walking upstairs as you don’t even spare him a glance. “I didn’t know you trusted me so little”

Meliodas left you alone for the rest of the night, to give the situation a chance to settle. Except today you didn’t come downstairs for work at your usual time. You didn’t check up on him, give him;his usual morning kiss, come to him for advice on what to wear, even after knowing his perverted ways.

It was late in the afternoon as your stomach betrayed you, forcing you to have to leave the room. As you crept downstairs to try to blend in with the crowd, you’re quickly spotted by Meliodas as he took you outside in one quick motion.

You both sat in silence as he just stared at your face.

You had puffy eyes from shedding a few (a lot) of tears last night. You were still in your clothes from the previous day, and your hair was a mess. Judging by your current dirty attire, you had went back to help howser after the argument.

He gently adjusts your clothes while avoiding eye contact.

“I’m sorry”

You just continued to be silent as he continued.

“I shouldn’t have accused you and you’re right I should’ve had more trust in you”

He cupped your cheek as a few more tears had fallen.

“You’re mines and i trust you completely because we’re together.” “Are we still together?”

You snorted at his question and pulled him into a hug. “One little arguement isn’t going to get rid of me that easily” “although I was hurt, I wasn’t the one who got injured for no reason.

He pulled you down and planted a kiss on your lips “I love you and I’ll apologize and try to find a way to make it up to him later”

You grinned as you decided his punishment would be you not saying it back.

He just rolled his eyes “and by the way I wasn’t jealous, I just missed spending time with you while you were with them”.

[the-devils-girl94]

Distracting Thoughts

Prompt: Stranded On A Boat

Characters: Beelzebub x Fem!MC

Content Warnings: Masturbation, MC has thalassophobia(a fear of the ocean and other large bodies of water), MC fantasizing about Beel, lots of smutty good times with Beel

(I like how there is a word for how I feel about large bodies of water. Did not expect it to be this long ass word though.)

Another fic for @voltage-vixen ‘s Summer of Smut challenge! Enjoy!

“How on Earth did I end up in this mess?”

A heavy sigh left your lips and you buried your face into your hands.

Right now, you were stuck in the middle of the sea on a boat that Lord Diavolo had outright purchased. Not everything was going so bad, but you wouldn’t be feeling so slighted if everything was going good either.

Oh no, no. It was simply terrible.

For one thing, while you weren’t in immediate danger, being stuck in the middle of the freaking ocean was downright terrifying! All you could think of was scary scenarios of you drowning in this never-ending sea. Like the boat could sink and you could drown, you could fall over the edge and drown, or you could fall over the edge and a nearby shark could see you as a tasty snack and that could be your end. Your mind just kept coming up with the most exaggerated and impossible one-in-a-million chance scenarios that really did no good for you.

You hated being anywhere near large bodies of water, but there was one thing that kept some of the thoughts at bay. And that was you weren’t entirely alone.

You sat on the back deck of the boat Diavolo had purchased, far away from either edge that you didn’t want to be near, and before you was the ever-so lively Demon Brothers of the House of Lamentation. In short, your lively roommates who just make everything so much better...sometimes. Lord Diavolo and Barbatos was there as well but they mostly kept to themselves with Diavolo mostly sunbathing.

Your mind felt more at ease with the guys around since you knew if any of the scenarios did happen, they would not hesitate to immediately step in to save you. Though you still hope it would never have to come to that in the first place. You felt most safe around Beelzebub, the sixth born. 

Your eyes caught him in the pool that was several feet away from you. He was joined by his twin and locked in a fierce game with the second and third born. Well, you say fierce but its clear that Beelzebub is the victor. Mammon and Leviathan were no match against Beel’s pure strength. And had Belphegor been with anyone else besides his twin, he definitely would not have stood a chance against a team up of his older brothers.

You weren’t too interested in their game play, however. Your eyes were trained on Beel. Even before this boat fiasco, your eyes have never strayed far away from the gluttonous demon. For a long time, you didn’t know if it was a crush or if you’re just naturally drawn to his sweet nature.

“Or maybe that chiseled body of his.”

The tips of your ears grew hot as the thought crept in, replacing your previous anxiety-ridden thoughts. Your mind soon became riddled with images of Beelzebub’s torso. Mostly of his glorious pecs and washboard abs because this demon was built like a freaking Greek God. God knew exactly what he was doing when he made him, but him being a demon made his appeal so much greater! It was, in every sense of the word, sinful.

You were brought back to reality when you heard a large splash and some yelling. You looked up in time to see Levi and Mammon getting flung out of the pool by Beel, all while Belphie napped out on a floating donut. The whole thing brought you to tears as you laughed at the ridiculousness of it all. Mammon had caught you laughing and scolded you.

“Hey, (Y/N)! Don’t laugh, it ain’t funny!,” he yelled, but you continued to chuckle. You felt a little bad, but it was so unexpected as Beel had grabbed them by their feet and literally threw them out.

“(Y/N) witnessed our defeat...how uber lame,” muttered Leviathan as he rubbed his now aching back.

Wiping away your tears, you let out an amused sigh and went off on your own to explore the boat. You were unaware of Beel calling after you as you walked away.

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You thought it would be a good idea to explore the boat since Lord Diavolo had bought it and anything he buys is always luxurious. And it was but...

As you wandered the halls, you suddenly understood what sailors meant by sea legs. Although the boat was mostly steady, there would be an occasional gentle rocking of the boat. And had it been anyone else, it would have been fine but no! It completely unsettled you and your thoughts once again became filled with disturbing scenarios of that all ended in you meeting your end in some extreme way or another.

“Oh why did I think it was okay to go off on my own?,” you thought.

Feeling sick to your stomach, you thought it best to just retire to your room and calm your incessant thoughts. You flopped onto your bed and buried your face into your pillow. You hope this day would end so you could finally get off this nightmare. You tried to refocus your mind on something else, because even with you running through every possibility of drowning in every way possible, you were aware that you were in safe hands. None of the brothers would ever let you meet such an end in this never-ending sea full of wonders and mysteries.

You thought back to earlier and found yourself thinking of Beel once more.

The images from earlier made you kick your legs as your face became hot and flushed. You groaned into your pillow with frustration.

“Fuuuuckkkk!,” you screamed internally, feeling slightly ashamed for thinking about Beelzebub in such a manner. But thinking of him did make the other thoughts fade away to the background. Plus you may have a crush on him, so..was it totally wrong to fantasize about him showing up to your room, body dripping with water and looking at you with lust filled eyes?

....Okay, hold up, that actually is kinda hot.

It was the most prevalent image in your head. It made you wonder if you would have the chance to actually have Beel in your room and let him take you. Or maybe have the courage to be that daring?

You felt a tingling sensation between your legs and rolled on your back, blushing. You dwelled on the thought a little more to the point that it became a fantasy. And you imagined Beelzebub crawling towards you on your bed until his face was a couple inches away from yours. His rough hands were on your thighs, lifting them up so your clothed sex could feel the hardness of his bulge clothed from the thin material of his swim shorts.

The heat within your core began to grow and before you knew it, you were already trying to calm the growing heat with your hand. You were craving for the imaginary touch that only existed in your mind. Rubbing against your clit, the fantasy progressed into Beel removing your clothes and pushing his shorts down to free his hardened member. You imagined him stroking his cock against your sensitive slit that was getting wetter and wetter in reality.

Your breathing became heavy and you brought up a free hand to go under your shirt and bra to twist at your nipples. The fantasy continued as you imagined Beel dipping his fingers inside of you, stretching out your pussy to prepare you for him.

Moans started to escape from your lips as your hands worked on your body to bring you the stimulation and release you desperately searched for. You weren’t aware of it but you were also moaning Beel’s name. Apparently you were being a bit loud, because you failed to hear the knocking at your door and the sound of it opening until...

“(Y/N).”

You snapped out of your fantasy-filled haze when you heard your name. Suffice to say, you were extremely embarrassed to find a blushing Beelzebub in your room, half-eaten snacks in his hands. You quickly covered yourself up with a shout, but it was much too late. You were sure that he had saw everything. He probably even heard you too.

“Waah! I’m so fucking embarrassed! Oh my God,” you cringed, trying so hard to fold in on yourself so you could disappear. 

“Ah, (Y/N)! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to barge in like that,” he apologized profusely. He saw your covers move a bit but no sign of you poking your head out. You whined as you stammered out, “It’s fine! I should have locked my door. I didn’t mean for you to see me...like that...so.”

Ahhh, if anything was more worse than drowning in an ocean where your body likely won’t be found, it was definitely having your crush walk in on you masturbating to him. Ok, maybe not that much worse but still! Tears began to well up in your eyes and you fully expected for Beelzebub to walk out as this situation must have been a bit awkward. But instead you felt your bed dip in a bit as another weight was added. A hand was placed on your back and started rubbing in circles. Your lip trembled as your tears fell, because WHY WAS HE SO FREAKING SWEET!? 

Yeah, you were definitely crushing on him. This is why he was the only one on the crush list.

Beelzebub could feel you trembling and his face was still red from walking in on you. Though if he had to admit it, seeing you like that really turned him on. And to hear you moan his name so wantonly was like music to his ears. But he still felt bad because it was your private time that he interrupted. All because he wanted to hang out with you since he wanted to do so earlier, but you didn’t hear him calling after you.

But now there was a massive elephant in the room and neither of you knew how to bring it up without it becoming more awkward. Or your in case more embarrassed.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yes, Beel?”

“I’m still sorry for earlier. I wanted to hangout, but do...do you want me help you a bit?”

You shot up like a rocket and turned wide-eyed to face a startled Beelzebub, who was feeling a bit pervy for asking you that question. But to you, he didn’t need to feel like that because this was the moment you were thinking of earlier! You started to laugh at the irony, causing Beel to become confused which you noticed.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! I’m not laughing at you, Beel!,” you chuckled out. “It was just that earlier I was thinking of what would I do if I had you in my room all to myself.”

At that, the gentle giant smiled at you, understanding why you were laughing. He crawled towards you, his face a few inches from yours. You were smiling but your face grew warm.

“So is it a ‘yes’?,” he asked, though his lips were drawing in close to yours.

“Y-yes-mmph,” his lips had closed in on yours and you felt his hands come up to your shoulders. Sliding off the covers from your body, Beel gently laid you back on the bed. You wrapped your arms around him as he coaxed your mouth open with a bit of prodding from his tongue. You could taste the sweetness of the snacks he had earlier as your tongues became entangled. You gasped when he pulled away.

Beelzebub set his focus on leaving kisses on your neck, starting a trail. He got to your breasts and cupped them in his hands, firmly squeezing them. A squeal escaped from your lips when you felt his wet tongue teasing your nipple. He sucked it into his mouth, pulling before letting it go with a pop.

"Ahhaaa, Beel! Please," you pleaded as he devoured your chest. You couldn't take it with him pulling, twisting, and sucking on your sensitive nubs. Your hands had moved to his forearms and you held a firm grip on them as Beel sucked away.

With a final tug, he left your poor nipples alone, going back to his task of leaving butterfly kisses on your body. Your body trembled with ecstasy but soon jolted from a shock when you felt a wet appendage lapping at your swollen clit.

Once Beel had finished leaving you kisses, he came across your pussy, still wet and glistening from when you were masturbating to him. His eyes darkened as his mind drifted back to that scene of you pleasuring yourself, seeing your delectable juices dripping your core.

He just knew that he had to taste you. To devour such a pretty, pink platter that was meant for him to sample. As soon as his tongue made contact with your clit, he felt you jump but he continued to lap at it, enjoying the taste and fragrance you gave off. You squirmed and your pants started to fill the room. Your toes curled and your feet had a hard time not slipping off your sheets as you encouraged Beel to keep going.

His tongue parted your puffy, pussy lips and he noticed your legs trembling. So he hooked his hands underneath your knees, spreading them further to her better access. He let your legs rest on his shoulders, all the while keeping his mouth on you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," you chanted over and over as your back arched, wanting to rub your sex over his tongue. You could feel yourself coming undone and on the verge of cumming. Beel's member twitched against the thin fabric of his swim shorts as he could tell your release was imminent, but...

Reluctantly, he pulled away from your pussy. He really wanted you to release all your tasty juices over his cock. He wiped away the mix of his saliva and your own cream from his chin.

You groaned but it turned into a squeak when Beel crawled back on top of you. Your legs were still over his shoulders and so you felt your body being folded in half but it wasn't too uncomfortable. But it aroused you more as you could feel his bulge heavy against your sex. You wanted it inside, for it to stretch your walls as you take every inch Beel gave you. For you to cream all over it so you could lick it off him and he could do it all over again.

Beelzebub's lips pressed against yours and you wasted no time parting your lips so his tongue could share the taste of your pussy. You could feel Beel's hands fumbling to pull down his shorts to let his cock finally breath. His lips never left yours, even as he guided his cock to your hole. You had braced yourself but was pleasantly surprised when he sanked into you with ease, but it still raised a moan out of you as your wall stretched to accommodate him.

Beel broke the kiss to let out a hissing sound as your pussy took him in so smoothly. He could feel you clenching around him, wanting to greedily take in more. But he was fully seated inside you, his balls pressed firmly against the plumpness of your ass.

"Shit...(Y/N), you feel so fucking amazing," he said as he recaptured your lips with his and rocked his hips to get a little friction going. He pulled back until only half of his dick was inside and slammed back into you. He repeated the action a few more times, drawing out moans that ended up getting swallowed up by him.

You pulled away from the kiss to cry out freely as he set a hard, quick pace as his hips connected with yours repeatedly. The slapping sound of your skin colliding overcome the sounds of your moans and cries. Beel couldn't help but groan at the way your pussy tightened around him with every thrust. Your body trembled against his as the heat became overwhelming. Your hands scrambled to grip at something, changing from scratching at Beelzebub's back or balling up your sheets into your fist, as you feared that the pleasure was going to take you away.

The seams were tearing and Beel could feel you were close as your pussy convulsed around him. So he sat up, holding your legs up, and pounded away at you. Your moans turned to screams and chants of Beel's name as his cock wrecked you.

"Beeeeel! I'm cumming, cumming!," you screamed, but it didn't deter him even as your released overflowed on his cock. The consistent clenching of your pussy finally drove him over the edge and his seed coated the inside of your walls, a deep growl erupted from him as he pressed his cock deep inside you.

With the both of you spent for the moment, Beel slipped out of you and collapsed beside you. However, he wrapped his arms around you to bring you closer. You sighed contently, feeling very much satiated as well as Beelzebub.

You felt lips pressing against your forehead and giggled before giving Beel a chaste kiss on the lip.

"That was amazing," you smiled. You saw his cheeks redden and the hug tightens.

"I-I would like to do that again...maybe sometime," spoke the blushing giant as he looked into your eyes.

The tips of your ears turning red as you agreed.

You figured this boat nightmare wasn't too bad as you snuggled up to Beel's chest, wondering if you had the courage to say you like him.

You saved the thought for another day to ponder later.

[pr0dbeomgyu]

2 pleek 🙏 i luv all ur works btw!! Got me giggly n Shi..

2. ''i'm here for business, not pleasure.'' ''so you don't want me to kiss you?''

prompts here

a/n : this is long overdue but thank you for requesting! and aaa thank you for reading my works love <3

pairing : workcolleague!taehyun x reader

warnings : mentions of fwb and kissing obv

you and you rival, taehyun are currently striving(fighting) for the same position. it's a given that you hate his guts, and everything about him but you cant really deny your attraction towards him too. it only took you one drunken night after your team dinner to change everything, what started as a mistake progressed into something a little bit more, specifically friends with benefits(more like rivals with benefits). you and taehyun didnt really declared that to each other, but it was like an unspoken thing, neither of you wanted to admit it. you found yourself calling him in the middle of the night more often than not, waking up next to him in your bed the next morning.

your day wasnt going too good. to start off, one of your favourite earrings fell off in the subway. just when you thought it was bad enough, your boss asked you to work with taehyun on a project. you wanted to throw up at the idea of meeting your rival everyday, but your career is at stake here! nodding at your boss' instruction, you made your way to taehyun's room.

you knocked once. twice.

"come in,"

you entered the room, determined to get your part of the project done as soon as possible. you even constructed your sentences beforehand.

"oh, y/n. during office hours? that's a new one," he chuckled, relaxing in his seat.

all your words flew out of the window when your eyes fell on his figure, his sculpted arms literally on display while he write on the paper. he's just wearing a fitted black button down shirt but why the hell does he look so.... hot?

shaking your head at the thought, you collected yourself.

"oh fuck off, taehyun. i'm here for business, not pleasure," you stated firmly.

looking up from the paper in his hand, he arched his eyebrow.

"so you don't want me to kiss you?" he asked.

you almost choke at his words, the image of his lips on yours intoxicating your mind almost immediately.

"okay," you finally replied,

"maybe we can do that first,"

you stood still in front of him, waiting for him to make the first move.

and he did, walking slowly from behind his table, only to stop right when his lips were just a few millimetres away from yours. he saw how your lips part a little, anticipating the kiss, as he chuckled lowly.

"what am i gonna do with you, yn,"

his lips went dangerously close to the shell of your ear instead, nipping it playfully.

"you forgot to close the blinds, sweetheart,"

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[moxfirefly]

Ssssooooo I'm gonna keep the "only one bed" trope train and ask for it with maybe Heisenberg? I know you're obsessed with him dont even deny it uwu

*vibrates excitedly* oh BOY!!!!! Thank you Dia, you always gimme the prompts my little heart wants. Shout out to @akumaalert I hope you don’t mind but I wanted to include Karl’s powers being on the fritz due to, sensations, and that wouldn’t be possible if it weren’t for your brilliance!

I’m going off the friggin rails here so,

Rated Explicit (18+ only)

There was a voice in the back of your head that sounded too much like your mother.

It kept yelling at you that this was unsavory, that this wasn’t modest of you and your teachings. Who were you to lie with a man? A man you weren’t bound to, a Lord on top of it. All those sinful talks in the big black book circled your mind like vultures.

But he had offered, no?

It was pouring out after all, a big bad storm complete with thunder and gusts of wind that would’ve blown you away probably.

The nature of this friendship? Complicated, very very complicated. You had racked your brain over it as you had buttoned up one of his shirts and climbed into his bed just as another clap of thunder sounded. It made you scurry, somewhat not as elegantly as you may have liked but nevertheless it didn’t stop him from laughing at you.

For such a large factory it only housed one bedroom which just so happened to be his own. He had every intention of sleeping somewhere else, some way, but you had insisted that it wasn’t fair. The storm wasn’t his fault or your own, the living accommodations weren’t either.

So here you were.

In bed with Karl Heisenberg.

Falling a sleep had proven quite difficult, the insistent slide of pencil on paper, the storm and its monstrous sounds. There was a distant revving of something you couldn’t quite name.

You turned to face Heisenberg with every intention of passing the time.

Or at least to help yourself to ogling him.

Your mother voice rang again.

Unsavory, so unsavory.

But he was there, shirtless, sturdy, muscle in his arms and missing those damned shades for once. Whatever he was scribbling had his undivided attention, as you snuck a glance you saw drawings instead of words.

He could draw?

Rather good too.

“What is that?” You tried to lift your gaze but a large hand fell on the page to obscure your snooping. “Nothing, just ideas” He flipped the page, the white of it begging for ink.

“My apologies… I didn’t know you could draw though” He could still see curiosity adorned in your gaze, a noticeable silence falling as your stared up at him. You wanted something, that’s all he could tell.

“…What do you want me to draw?” He huffed out, even if you excitedly sat up in bed and rested against the headboard with a big smile. “Hmm, surprise me or maybe draw me?” You chuckled but went quiet when you watched him scoot down to the end of the bed onto his side. He flipped open the note book again and squinted at you.

“How opposed are you to taking your clothes off?” He smirked and in turn you rolled your eyes.

“Depends, let’s see how well you draw me first” You shot back with every intent of dishing out what he was. Heisenberg chuckled before picking up the pen to start on the newest blank page. “You better keep your mouth shut about this, don’t want villagers lining up to get my works of art” His movements seemed almost mechanical, eyes occasionally lifting to meet you as he did. “There’s enough pictures of your mother in everyone’s homes, hm?” You watched his eyes roll again but he remained silent, he stole another glance at you, eyes roaming your chest now.

Something about that made your skin warm, a nice blush found itself onto your cheeks.

“You draw everyone woman you get into bed?” You asked rather quietly, the small pin prick of jealousy manifesting in your fingertips.

“No, much to your surprise I don’t have all the women of this village in here for sleepovers” His gaze fell to your now exposed legs and the urge to cover them increased but he was quick to tap the end of his pen on your approaching hands. “Stop moving,” He returned to the notebook with a concentrated chew on the inside of his cheeks. The strands of silvery hair fell in front of his eyes and you wished that maybe you too possessed the ability to draw and capture him.

He was handsome.

Those pesky sinful thoughts found you again and with that came the urge to do something about it.

“You better fucking like it, this is reserved for projects after all” He let the pen rest on the bed and flipped the note book towards you.

Your eyes went wide.

It was a sketch, not polished but there in the scribbly lines of black was your face and your body. The messy details perfectly representing you. Your drawn eyes stood out to you, the slight fall of his shirt on your shoulder stood out to you, the way he took more time to detail your legs stood out to you.

“Is that stunned silence? It’s shit isn’t it?” He glared at the page, eyeing up all its faults but you were quick to move and shake your head. “It’s not shit! I’m just- Karl this is beautiful, you’re talented” You observed the image again, a small crinkle at the corners of your mouth.

“I’d ask to keep it but-“ He took the notebook back, not relenting even as you pouted. “Nope, I like this, all I usually have on here is ugly inventions” And corpses, he obviously left that out. He continued to admire the drawing before he grinned, letting hazel eyes fall on you from above the notebook. “Well?” He simply asked and you knew.

“Might come back here for the nude study if you’re going to make me look this nice” You shamelessly flirted back. Heisenberg laughed, a true sound with not ill intentions. “Well I’m sure arrangements can be made” He closed the note book but his eyes soon found your own, close enough that he could smell the oils that had touched your skin this evening. With a bite to your lower lip and a steadying beat of your heart you leaned in close to him. Heisenberg’s lips pursed momentarily, the anticipation of your lips coming down on his own making something electric pulse inside of him.

But you stopped, an inch away from his lips.

His brows furrowed at being denied and that fact that you found that so endearing made you muffle a laugh between your tight lip smile.

Of course, he had to make you shudder, rub his knuckles across your cheek and dig his fingers into he back of your head. “What, pup?” His voice was barely a whisper, the sounds vibrating against your bottom lip and chin. The gentle nudge to close the distance left you breathless.

His lips were surprisingly soft, the scar noticeable against your lips but the bumpy tissue only served to make you melt against him. It was short, several gentle touches that made you shiver as you felt his nails scratch into your scalp.

Pressing your forehead to his own you sighed, want was there and he could feel it, taste it against your lips, feel it in the shiver on your flesh. A small zap hit your skin and the small yelp that escaped you only served to make him chuckle. “Did you just- was that electricity?” Your skin felt prickly suddenly, he only grinned more like a mad dog. Heisenberg wrapped an arm around your waist and yanked you beneath him, the series of shrieks you let out only making him laugh more. “You can be such a beast” They way your hands landed on his bare chest to smack him was short lived.

Some retaliation was to be had. So you scratched your nails down his body before landing on his waist. The tremble of his arms as he held himself above you made you smile. With a gentle nudge of your knee you trapped him in between your legs, pulling him down onto you by his waist. He huffed, hair falling and obscuring his heated gaze. It was instinct, to wrap your arms around him and feel his so warm and soft and strong against you. The scratchiness of his beard was felt at your neck, along with that his teeth meeting warm skin.

He sucked a bruise onto your neck with a roll of his hips.

“Do you want me?” He grumbled against your pulse, tongue soothing the bruise.

You nodded, digging your nails into his waist before dragging them up his back.

“No, no, pup” He nosed your ear, teeth finding your lobe with a gentle tug. “I need to hear it, use your words” It was almost a purr, enough to goosebump your skin and lift your hips.

“Want you, want you so much, please…” You exposed your neck more for him, felt his lips find your throat. “Good pup” His hands found the neck of the shirt and with one fluid motion you heard and felt all the buttons pop off. He pulled it apart to reveal your chest, he hummed at the sight before him. “Now I should draw this some day” His grin made your cheeks flush again, even more so when he pressed his face against your chest, a rub of his cheek scratching your soft skin.

Lips pressed, tongue drawing patterns as you muffled a whine and grabbed his hair and gave it a gentle tug. “Ka-oh god!” A particular hard bite at your ribs made you grip silver locks with more intention. He groaned at the rough handling of his hair, the strain on his neck as you tugged hard enough that he could see your pupils blown wide for him.

When Heisenberg leaned back, allowed space between both your heated skins, you ached.

Visibly ached.

You followed those talented scarred hands to the front of his trousers, watched as he unbuttoned them slowly. But you couldn’t stay away too long, fingers itched to feel him, to touch every part of him and find out what made him tick. You unrolled what was left of your his shirt and tossed it somewhere off the bed. When he saw your hands go between your legs he palmed himself at the sight of it.

“You want your hand, mhm? Or would you much rather prefer my cock?” He emphasized with a tight squeeze of his hardened length and wordless you replied by removing your hand and reaching for him once more. Ever the asshole, he gripped your hand away and raised his brows, he wanted those verbal answers.

Bastard.

“Your cock, please” Intertwining your fingers with his own you gently brought him back down to you for a long and sensual kiss. Against those lips you whispered, “Inside, want you inside now” just as another clap of thunder hit.

There were more clothes gone, scattered across the room unwanted and unneeded. Heisenberg had every intention of feeling you come apart around him when he entered you slowly. Each hiccuped whine shooting your arms more tightly around him, pressing him down closer to you. The heat he was already exuding was making you break out in a sweat, you felt his hands slide beneath you with a groan the further his slid into you.

He was buried to the hilt, tight heat so perfect he growl against the bruised flesh of your neck. “Fucking good little pup, taking me so good” His filthy words fell against your ear, short but pronounced thrusts making you dig your nails onto his back. “Yesss, don’t be afraid, don’t break so easily baby” Heisenberg leaned his head as far as he could to catch your gaze in all its lust blown glory. He kissed you again, more ferocity, more purpose, all tongues and teeth and demanding bites. The heels of your feet rested at his back side encouraging him deep into you with every thrust he delivered.

Being at the end of the bed doing this felt weirdly interesting, each thrust he gave you made the bed creak, lean away from the wall just a bit, it’s increasing squeak joining the chorus of the storm.

When you dragged your nails down his back, right towards his rear and gripped and moaned loud enough to have him shake, you saw something lift from the corner of your eye. You eyes squinted at the spoon suddenly mid air, you weren’t unaware of his gifts but why was he-

You train of thought was lost to you when he angled his thrusts just the right way to hit your sweetest of spots, every possible question was being tried and language had fallen at the bottom of your list of abilities. You arched into him, neck on display for his teeth to once again find, that tight hold on his rear remained and he seemed to really enjoy it by the sounds and sensations of his heated grunts. “Puppyyy, such a good pup, could stay buried in this hole all week” Oh you would let him, you wanted him in fact, why go back to the village, you’d rather put your days on this bed.

No matter how many dangerous items kept floating about, no matter how his skin felt almost electric as he thrusted into you more feverishly, this is what you wanted.

You wanted him.

“Then do it, oh god just do it please!” He hooked his arms beneath your knees and locked you beneath him either every intention of making your moans louder than the rain. Heisenberg unceremoniously pounded you, every hit making your toes curl and your voice choke up. “Gonna fuck a mess into you, you want it? Mhm?” Dangerous dangerous dangerous!

But you did.

Whimpered a series of broken yes yes yes, at his ear. The bruising hold proved necessarily, you felt your legs shake and stiffen all at once, heard several things sort of just go pop! It dawned on you that it had been the lights but that couldn’t have been the storm-

Your orgasm snuck up on you, quite literally hit you smack in the gut with Heisenberg at his tail end as well, it must’ve been seconds apart from one another. He moaned right against your ear, hips drilling into you with every intention of making you lose your god damn mind. Several objects clattered around you, startling you and in the process making you hold onto him.

His amused chuckle came out in breathless pants, the now darkened room only having a lone candle as the source of light. He gave your hip a gentle tap, “It’s okay, just shit that happens” He sounded somewhat sheepish as you both still panted. You reached up and cupped his sweaty cheek, fingers mapping a crias crossed scar. Here in the dimly lit room he still managed to be the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen.

You wanted him again.

Wanted all the madness that came with him.

You pulled him down again to show him just that as you kissed him.

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request! 

synopsis: the jealousy in your boyfriend led to an unexpected sex warning(s): filth smut ig?? degradation, slight slapping, chocking, breeding, multiple orgasms and overstimulation to the point y/n squirted so minors kindly dni! <3 prompt(s): 83 - it's sir, understood? 88 - be quiet or i have no choices but let them know what a whore you are underneath me 89 - do you have fun teasing the shit out of me? notes: i get too carried on with the plot thus leading it to be quite long than usual </3 my apologies

it was unprofessional of him to behave like this. to be precise, was it even your fault to begin with? it was your job as an idol and you can’t just say no to your manager. you needed the money and you were sure you could gain more popularity by accepting the commercial. it was quite new for a rising idol to be modelling for a lingerie company, but you were proud with your body proportions. plus, the thoughts of money flowing into your bank account can’t bring the smile on your face away. however, you weren’t informed that you’ll have a co-model for the month of promotion. you were shocked once you saw the quite provocative images by the side, the team expected you to pose equally the same or at least giving such vibes with your fellow co-worker. a male voice appeared as you turned to face the owner of the voice, seeing lee sangyeon, the leader of your boyfriend’s group. it was definitely an awkward situation for both of you, especially when sangyeon often saw you hanging around in their dorm during your leisure time. it was too late for both of you to back out and you knew it would only cause an unnecessary scene, leading to a heavy dark weird atmosphere in the studio. therefore, both of you decided to put all the thoughts behind and posed for the camera professionally.

you didn’t dare to bring the issue to your boyfriend, afraid that he would feel weird or distance himself with his leader. that’s the least you want since their group was busy preparing for their comeback. though both of you had busy schedules, there wouldn’t be a time where both of you would empty your time just to meet even though it was only for a few minutes. strangely, both of you had free time during the weekend. your company decided to give you a break during the weekend after your hard work during the weekdays while for your boyfriend, juyeon, the company decided not to pressure them too much. they gave them ample time to rest during the weekends though they still have to practise for plenty of hours. well, better than nothing right? juyeon appreciated everything the company gave to him, thus leading both of you to cuddle in his room. thanks to their recent success, the company managed to provide a new dorm for the members for their own comforts and some chose to have their own rooms while some choose to be roommates with their own members. for juyeon, he preferred being alone and since it was hard for idols to go out for dates, both of you often have your dates in his room. he wasn’t alone to begin with, some members apparently bring their significant others to their dorm too and they planned a conspiracy to not tell their managers. 

“how’s your week going?” his voice was so soothing, it almost brought you to sleep but you didn’t want to waste your free time with him sleeping. being in his arms as he cuddled you on his bed, you snuggled closer to his muscular body, getting a little bit comfortable under the huge comforter. the netflix show that was playing through the projector spontaneously became a music background, both of you weren’t paying much attention to what's showing since it was re-watched for the fifth time. since your arms were wrapping around his waist, you were drawing a circle on the naked skin, defining his packs. “nothing new, just as usual. how about yours? how was the preparation going?” it was your turn to ask him, looking up to face the beloved man in your life. with his right arm under your neck, casually landing his hand on your shoulder, he pulled you closer while rubbing your skin, “tired and stressed. preparing for a comeback would always be so bittersweet.” you nodded, understanding the feeling damn too well since you are an active idol too. “sangyeon leads us very well, i’m glad he’s the leader.” juyeon added, the day of you having a photoshoot with him suddenly flashed in your mind. starting to feel anxious, you fiddled with your fingers and the taller one noticed it. “something wrong?” 

“promise that you won’t get angry.” the doe eyes started to play its role, making juyeon soften by your expression as he gently caressed your hair, tucking them behind your ear before touching your ear. “i won’t promise, but i’ll try my best.” that’s what you like about juyeon. he wasn’t a good liar, nor good at being straight-forward but he’ll always choose the right words to not hurt you. exhaling the breath you didn’t know you held in, you cross-sitting on the mattress, leading the other to sit too while leaning his back against the bed frame. unlocking your phone and immediately going to the gallery, you showed him a few pictures from the previous photoshoot with sangyeon. “the lingerie company i’m currently modelling in just told me that i’ll be working with sangyeon starting from this month's promotion. i didn’t know about it, nor was it mentioned in the contract. both of us were informed right when we arrived at the destination.” you finally confessed the long ago things you’d been wanting to tell him, hoping he won’t be angry for the sudden confession. “i didn’t want to tell you yet because you were busy with your comeback. i didn’t want to make you more stressed, let alone having the intention to make you feel bad..” you bit your lips, head down as your eyes glued to your legs, suddenly found your legs attractive to look on. you expect for a disappointed sigh or the sudden raise in his voice, but instead you earned a chuckle from your boyfriend. 

looking up to face his reaction, it was true that he wasn’t showing any bad feedback at all. he rather gave you a smile before patting his lap and being the obedient girlfriend you are, you wasted no time in climbing to his lap.  “do you think i would get angry at this?” you nodded, earning another chuckle from him as his hands went to grab your chin, the sudden grasp startled you and he forced you to face him. “well you guessed it right. what gave you the right to think that i won’t be angry?” his fingers slowly tracing down to your collarbone, sensually touching them before landing his fingers on each side of your neck. “did you have fun doing the photoshoot with my leader?” you shook your head as a no, reducing the intake of oxygen as he pressed the sides tighter. it can’t be denied, angry and jealous juyeon is one of your favourite genres. “cat got your tongue?” he lowered a few octaves as you shook your head again, “n-no..” his other hand straight went to cup one of your breasts, earning a choked moan from his girlfriend. “i was already mad enough to know that you are modelling for a lingerie company but having sangyeon as your partner? that’s fucking pathetic.” he soon added, “whores like you sure like to play with my friends huh.” 

the sudden flip made you gasped, his strength never failed to impress you as he topped you, lips crashing with yours while fingers ripping every clothes of yours. as soon as your body was only covered by your undergarments, his lips went down to your neck, tongue casually covering your skin with his saliva. “fucking mad that you would agree with such stupid photoshoot,” he groaned against your skin, unclasping your bra to free your boobs and teeth sinked to one of your buds. “f-fuck juyeon-” “it’s sir, understood?” you nodded your head, so close to grip his hair but his hand was quick enough to pin your wrists on your head. “did i allow you to touch me? fucking needy slut who can’t keep her hands.” the pathetic whimpers that escaped from your lips produced beautiful melodies to juyeon’s ears, circling his tongue around your aroused nipples. the way he sucked into your nipples were quite hard to the point you were thinking if milk would suddenly come out but you knew it was impossible since you weren’t pregnant yet. after paying much attention to both of your breasts, his other hand cupped each of them, not wanting to leave it untouched while going south, facing your clothed cunt. letting out a sharp and loud moan, his hands now held your thighs, preventing you from moving much. 

“be quiet or i have no choice but let them know what a whore you are underneath me.” juyeon growled and you nodded, biting your lips from letting out another embarrassing moan. teeth holding onto the band of your panty, he slid it off and threw it somewhere around his room. the sudden emptiness made you whimper, blurting out incoherent words which juyeon assumed you wanted something to be done with your pussy. it was helplessly wet and you were too horny for a foreplay, but you knew you weren’t in control- especially when the angry juyeon was in between your legs. flicking his tongue against your folds, you held in the moan though you were sure soft moans managed to escape, hands gripping the bed sheet tightly. the sounds of your mewl began to reflect the whole room, whoever passing by juyeon’s room would surely knew what both of you were up for. “p-please..” you shook your head erratically, not wanting to get teased by the man beneath you but instead earning a cold silence as he slowly moved his tongue on your clit. “mmmff-” the bite on your lower lips got harsher, your fingers were finding anything that was impossible to hold onto. “sir please, no m-more mmmh,” you rolled your eyes to the back in sudden ecstasy as he left a long lick on your clit. maybe you were too horny or you were sex deprived, the liquid on his face maybe could explain it. 

“wow,” juyeon smirked, wiping the cum on his face with his thumb and licking it, looking up to face you as you were trying to easen your breath. “were you too fucking horny? i barely touch you,” the uneven breath responded to him, you can’t even form a proper sentence to the dominant one. “but above all of them, you came without my permission.” his tone got deeper as he reached for your neck, causing you to choke at the sudden grab. “and you know what sluts like you should do, right?” nodding your head off, switching your position as he now sat on the bed and you were in between his legs. “suck.” he demanded after you struggled taking his shorts off, greeted by the proudly standing wood right in-front of your face. licking the veins that stood out angrily as you pushed the tip into your mouth, slightly gagging at the sudden growth. you were taking too long and it wasn’t exactly what juyeon needed so he held your hair in a ponytail, pushing your mouth to the base and thrusting his hips up, causing you to gag. juyeon often informed you about the safe words and taps if it was getting overwhelming to you and since he didn’t receive any of them yet, he kept on forcing your mouth to his root, letting out a satisfied grunt by the warmth of your mouth. you knew that it was one of his favourite things in sex, well you liked it too, having his huge dick in your mouth. you preferred it more when he gets rough to you and that’s what exactly you got from him. 

bobbing your head according to the rhythm the latter just set to you, closing his eyes as his climax reaching soon. noticing it, popping out with the sound of ‘pop’ before circling your mouth around his tip with your fingers playing with his balls, dangerously close to his hole, deciding to tease him a bit and that would be the worst thing you ever chose to do on that day. tightening the grip on your hair as he yanked you off from his dick, forcing you to face him. “do you have fun teasing the shit out of me? do you think it’s cute to tease me?” you shook your head as a no but only to be responded with a slap on your cheek and hell, that fucking turned you on. “answer me, whore.” “n-no.” “no what?” the overwhelming pleasure was too much for you, pressing your legs tightly as the knot in your stomach was appearing again. “no s-s-sir.” a cheeky smirk could be heard afterwards as he threw you on the bed, hand still on your neck while the other reached to his dick, lining it up to your vaginal hole. “sluts like you should be put into their places back.” 

the sudden thrust into your hole caused you to let out another choked moan as he wasted no time in thrusting his hips against yours, the slapping sounds against wet skins were too obvious to be hidden anymore. following with your pathetic whimpers and sobs, you would have a hard time to face his teammates soon. knocking the breath out from you as he bottomed out, pulling out only to be slamming back into the tight hole of yours. the increase in speed led to another embarrassing moans of yours, incoherent words started to blurt out and the bed cracking against the wall surely left nightmares to whoever was in the dorm. “s-sir, s-sir mmmf sir please,” juyeon somehow managed to catch on what you were saying, raising an eyebrow as his hand went up to caress your hair gently, totally contrasting to the thrusts of his hips. “please what, kitten?” “anything s-sir, any-mmf fuck anything sir. just wanted to c-come,” the tears on the corner of your lips were getting clearer, the pleasures he gave to you were inexplicably good. “then come.” managed to get permission from your boyfriend, back arched as tears fell down, you screamed out loud as soon as you released, giving no fucks that he was still living with his members and some of them were probably having their rests in their own rooms. 

the pretty moan escaping from your lips was soon muffled as his lips caught yours, hips still not stopping from thrusting into you as it got impossibly faster and deeper. you swore you could see the bulge in your stomach and fuck, that made you wet again. “gonna cum in you,” juyeon whispered against your lips as soon as both of you parted off, the thought of breeding you making him insanely turned on and it could be proven by the changes in thrusts. “would you like that?” he asked as you once again nodded erratically, moaning a ‘please’ causing him to smirk, “of course, sluts like you should be breeded.” soon followed by him cumming into you as you could feel the long and thick ropes filling you up. you too were turned on by the thought of getting breeded, not realising that you just squirted on his dick. finishing riding his orgasm out in your hole, juyeon slowly pulled his dick off only to watch some of his cum dripping down to your thighs. the combination of your squirt and his cum on your thighs were putting him over the edge as he leaned in to lap the liquid off, earning a whimper from you as you grip his hairs, shaking your head. “t-too much. too much sir,” you squirmed but he ignored you and that caused you to have your orgasm for the fourth time. 

“good girl, my good girl.” juyeon praised you, giving endless pecks on your lips and forehead, “you did so well for me, princess.” ignoring the mess right in-front of them, he pulled you into a hug, pecking the crown of your head as you snuggled closer to him, finding no strength in moving at all. “did i went too harsh on you?” you shook your head as a no, wrapping your arms tighter around his well-defined waist and rested your head on his chest. “i’m sorry if i did, i got too carried away with my jealousy.” “it’s fine, juyeon. in fact, i like it.” you looked up to him and assured him with a peck on his cheek, responding to his smile. “next time, don’t hesitate to tell me if things like these happen again, okay? i promise i won’t be mad- at least, not like this. plus, you looked too hot for the shoot, guess i was too aroused by it.” you giggled at his sudden confession and nodded, pulling him closer to your body. “i love you.” “i love you too, my princess,” said your boyfriend as he pecked the top of your head again before putting both of you to a quick nap.

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Hi, I was wondering if you could do the angst prompts 9 and 10 for Wanda with a happy ending?

I sure can :) and I'm gonna combine this with @geek-2 request if that's alright with you lovely people

"Do I mean that little to you?"

"Was it all a lie?"

"Please don't go."

"I can't do this without you."

"I thought you wanted me to move on."

Warnings: lying, injury, me still not being too sure about the how healing works, breakup and Reader and Wanda being useless lesbians

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You knew when you started dating Wanda that there would be times she couldn't tell you the truth. For the sake of her missions, her own safety, that of her teams and even yours, there were just some things she had to keep secret.

You thought it would be small things like where exactly she was when she went on a mission and who was involved. But after seeing how quickly you grew concerned for your girlfriend, Wanda would start to tell white lies about other things.

It was common for her to get a little scratched up on a mission. She'd let you clean her up and fuss over her for a while over the small injuries. However when things were a little more serious she'd either hide it or make it out to be not that big of a deal. You'd scold her for that when you found out and she always promised to tell you the truth.

Yet when Wanda got shot she did far from it.

Wanda had told you over the phone that her mission had overrun. She assured you she was fine and that she would seen you again soon. In reality? Wanda was laying in the hospital wing in the Avenger's compound, planning to stay there until she was healed enough to be able to conceal her injury with a small bandage and a believable fake injury to explain it.

It had worked at first. Of course it had, you had never had any reason to suspect her of lying about something that serious before.

One night when Wanda was at your appartment she had disappeared into another room for a while. You called out to her a few times but had no response. So you went in search of your girlfriend and in finding her also found out her secret.

You opened your bedroom door after knocking and saw Wanda sitting back on your bed with the plaster dressing at her side as she inspected how her wound was healing. She had been so concentrated on the damaged skin on her stomach she didn't noticed you until she felt your presence in the doorway.

Her head whipped up as she pulled her top down and stood up to face you. You had your mouth slightly agape in shock, already knowing what Wanda was trying to hide but had to ask anyway.

"What was that?" You whispered, frozen in place in the doorway with your hand still on the handle.

"I told you it was just a deep cut." Wanda said as cooly as she could as she put the dressing in the bin.

"That wasn't a cut, Wanda." Wanda laughed lightly as she ran her hand through her hair showing her nervous habit. She couldn't make it any more obvious she was lying.

"It is. Sorry, I just got distracted, let's go back to the movie." The desperation to change the topic stung slightly, telling you just how much Wanda didn't want to tell you the truth.

"Let me see." You said, blocking her exit.

"It's nothing, y/n." Wanda refused to meet your eye.

"So you won't mind me seeing."

"It's not pleasant, y/n." Wanda said, trying to add some humour to lighten the tension.

"Wanda, show me."

"It's not-" but you were already reaching for her top on other side of the injury.

"Y/n, don't." Wanda refused to ever get physical in that way, always so afraid of hurting you. She didn't swat your hand away, she didn't push you or hold your wrist, she just stepped out of your reach over and over until she was backed into a wall.

"There's no point in looking." She defied but you already had ahold of her top and pulled it up to expose the gunshot wound.

Your breath caught in your throat as you saw the area a bullet had hit. The image of it would be one that stayed with you forever. Even if it was partly healed, the signs of trauma were still there.

"That's..." You could barely speak. "That's a... gunshot...mark." You weren't even sure you were speaking properly. Wanda didn't say anything, she only started at a part of the wall behind you.

"When?" You asked, letting her shirt down and picking up the plaster dressing from the bed. You struggled to undo it in your shaking hands.

"The mission." Wanda whispered, knowing she had to tell you the truth. The whole truth.

"It's healing quickly." You murmmered as you gently placed you dressing over the wound. The redhead didn't respond, still figuring out how best to say it.

Wanda had been away for another week after the call. You first assumed it had happened towards the end of that week. As you smoothed the dressing over as softly as you could it dawned on you what had happened.

"You called me after it happened." You said suddenly as you took a step away from her. Wanda looked down at the floor in guilt.

"You lied to me." You said as a tear formed, it was a lot to take in and you were feeling overwhelmed. "I could have helped you."

"You would have worried." Wanda finally said as she stepped towards you and tried to take your hands in her own.

"Of course I would have I'm your girlfriend! I have every right to worry." You fired back.

"Not about this, I was fine. I was being taken care of."

"This is not fine, Wanda. You were shot."

"I know the risks." Wanda assured, as though that was what you were thinking about.

"I know you do, so do I. But you're meant to tell me when bad things happen, I'm meant to be there for you whatever happens."

"Baby." Wanda reached out for you again and this time you let her. "I'm sorry. I just thought it would be better that way. You don't have to worry about what you don't know." She said softly.

"I'm always going to worry."

"I know, it just worked out last time and I thought it would be best now too." She rambled with a slight smile, clearly still anxious.

"Last time?" You stopped smiling when you spoke. Wanda's eyes widened as she realised her slip up.

"No, not last time! That's not- well it kind of-"

"What the fuck do you mean?" You pulled away from Wanda to put distance between you again.

"I just broke my leg once and stayed with the Avengers until it was healed it wasn't that bad-"

"You..." You breathed out heavily and turned around as you put a hand to your forehead, tears whelming in your eyes again. "You broke your leg and didn't tell me." You confirmed to yourself.

"I was honestly fine."

"Stop saying that!" You yelled in anger, beyond frustrated at Wanda for still not understanding you. "You're still lying. Do I mean that little to you?" Wanda rushed over to you quickly and tried to put her hands on yours again but you shook her off.

"No! No I love you so much." Wanda pleaded.

"All those times you told me the missions were extended..." You breathed heavily, starting to spiral as you realised how much there was to question. "Was it all a lie?" You whispered.

"No! Y/n, please you have to listen to me."

"I have been listening to you, and where has it gotten us?" You asked rhetorically, all energy drained from your voice and the distinct salty taste of tears attacked your taste buds, you hadn't even realised you were crying. You trudged like a zombie through the appartment with Wanda hot on your tail, still pleading with you.

"I always thought I could...where are you going?" Wanda asked as she noticed you putting your jacket on. You hadn't even realised you had done that.

"On a walk, I need to think."

"Please don't go." Wanda said, her tearful voice ripping through your heart.

"I need to be alone Wanda. I need to think about us."

"Us?" Wanda's voice was barely audible.

"I don't... I don't think I can do this."

"Y/n please it won't happen again." Tears were streaming down Wanda's face now as she begged you to stay. "I can't do this without you." Your hand hovered over the door handle until it dropped back down to your side. You walked over to Wanda and placed a soft kiss on her cheek before you left.

*

No longer being Wanda's girlfriend proved hard to adjust to. There were days you wanted to call her and apologise, desperate to make things right, and there were other times the heart ache was too much.

You seemed to always have her on your mind. Wondering what she was doing, if she was thinking about you, if she was taking care of herself, if she was moving on...if she was safe.

The weeks merged together and the pain showed no signs of going away. You didn't talk to Wanda and the Sokovian didn't talk to you. Nat still text you to check up on you but you always found yourself wishing she spent all that energy on Wanda. After all, it was you who broke up with her.

Eventually you were willing to do anything to get Wanda out of your head. You worked harder at your job and put in extra hours, you took up random hobbies that you didn't even enjoy, you even went on a couple of dates. Anything to be at home as little as possible. Your home was where you thought about her most, every room holding countless memories with Wanda, those moments being the ones you lived for with her.

The dates never led to anything, you didn't want them to. You weren't ready to start dating seriously again, you just wanted to be around new people but you always found yourself comparing them to Wanda. That was until the night you felt your heart shatter all over again.

Nat had invited you to a small party at one of Tony's beach houses. You had politely declined at first, making up some excuse about being busy, of course Nat saw right through you. She insisted it would be good for you to get out and while you knew she was right, you also knew Wanda would be there.

You didn't want to make things awkward, you just wanted to heal in peace so you could find some way of moving on. Your excuses were no match for the Black Widow's stubborness.

Not only did Nat persuade you to go after promising things wouldn't be weird, she also told you she would take you. The kind gesture was clearly just a disguise for making sure you really came. But you appreciated it all the same.

*

You had been anxious all day in the wait for the party. You and Wanda still hadn't talked to each other and you really wished you had. Would it have made the night less awkward?

Nat arrived promptly at the time she said she would and complimented you on your outfit. The drive wasn't filled with any unbearable silences like you had guessed it would be. In fact it made you realise just how intent Nat was on keeping your friendship and you quickly found yourself falling back into the way you used to. All that time spent around new people and it turned out you just needed to be around someone you knew.

"You feeling okay?" Nat enquired after a while.

"Yeah." You lied with a small smile and avoided her searching gaze. She clearly saw right through your lie...again.

"If it gets too much we can go whenever you want." Nat assured and you smiled genuinely.

"Thanks Nat." She shot back her familiar smile before turning her attention to the road again and before you knew it you had arrived.

It was a beautiful place. The house was sitting at the side of a small cliff with the front raised above sea level and the left side and back stepping out onto the sand. It was kind of place you would love to retire to and knew that Tony would probably only ever visit that house a few times. That seemed absurd considering the price and rarity of such a place, but you guessed billionaires never had to worry about that.

There were people scattered around the beach watching the last of the sunset over the sea. It was breathtaking to say the least, you wished you could have just stayed out there for the duration of the party.

What Tony considered to be a small party was one with friends and family. Problem was, Tony had a lot of friends. It just seemed like a much less formal party than you were used to. The atmosphere was welcoming and it put you at ease to see everyone like that.

You spent a while catching up with some of the Avengers you hadn't seen in a while and just like you had with Natasha, you found yourself falling back into old habits and convosations.

You weren't sure how long you had been there when you saw Wanda. She was strolling around the room, eyes roaming over everyone's faces as though she was looking for someone in particular.

She looked beautiful. Her hair was down and mirrored the movements of her short skirt whenever she moved. She had applied a natural look of makeup that reminded you of the few times you had tried to do it for her only for you to both discover she clearly knew what she was doing more than you. She had teased you about that for a while.

The sokovian's concentrated look was one you had always admired. Her focus on one thing, especially when that thing was you, had always made you smile, unable to stop yourself thinking you were the luckiest person alive to be her sole focus. You missed that all so much.

You weren't sure if you should approach her or not. Thankfully the brief moment Wanda caught your eye she smiled warmly and came over to you.

You smiled back before glancing down at your drink and playing with the fabric of your shirt, not really knowing what to do with yourself.

"Hey." Wanda greeted as she approached.

"Hey yourself." You replied with a nervous laugh.

"I'm glad you made it." She said genuinely.

"Yeah well, Nat basically dragged me over here." You laughed again but stopped when you saw Wanda's smile faulter slightly at your words. "Not that I didn't want to come!" You rushed. "I did I just..." You trailed off, not really knowing what to say. God, it was awkward.

Wanda hummed in acknowledgment and a silence fell over you both. You wanted so badly to ask how she was but couldn't get your mouth to form the words.

Wanda watched your conflicted expression and nodded a little to herself, thinking she knew what you were thinking. If she had used her powers she would have known how wrong she was.

"I'll see you around." Wanda said as she turned to leave. You almost called out to her to stop her until you realised you didn't know how to say it.

"Yeah...see you around." But Wanda was already walking away.

You wandered towards one of the balconys and leaned on the railing as you gazed out at the sea. It was getting dark out but there was still enough light to be able to see.

You watched the gentle waves from the sea hit the shore as the wind tickled your face and played with the hair you had spent a while on earlier that night. You had been on a constant battle of wanting to look your best and wanting to look as though you didn't care. You still didn't know what you wanted.

Your convosation with Wanda had left you more confused than ever. She had seemed genuinely happy to see you and yet things were so off. You told yourself that was bound to happen considering the circumstances, but you couldn't forget how quickly Wanda had wanted to go. Would you be able to be just friends with her? Was that something she wanted? Was that something you could even do?

One thing was for sure, you were definetly still inlove with Wanda Maximoff, and breaking up with her was the biggest mistake of your life.

You sighed heavily as you rested your face in your hands and tried to focus on the feeling of the wind against you. Would it be fair of you to say any of this to Wanda? To tell her how conflicted you had been and that you still loved her? To confess all of that to her when there was a chance she had moved on. Maybe you should have made your move before you knew for sure, because it was still unknown to you.

You looked up at the sea again as you rested your chin on your hands. You had to do something, before it was too late.

The familiar sound of giggling that had always brought a smile to your face snapped you out of your trance. You followed the sound of laughter and saw Wanda stumbling about on the beach, holding someone's hand as she guided them further out.

Even from the fair distant you could see the giddy smile on Wanda's face. That had always been a smile reserved for you. A familiar feeling of anxiety started to grow in your chest as you watched Wanda turn around to face the girl and cup her face in her hands.

You knew you shouldn't have watched. You knew it would hurt like hell, but you had to know for sure.

The Sokovian continued to smile at the girl infront of her before leaning forward to kiss her. Not a small kiss. Not a light peck. A slow, passionate kiss. The kind you remembered for a long time. The kind that held a special place because you took your time to familiarise yourself with your partner.

Your guts twisted and a sudden pang to your chest made you finally tear your eyes away only to realise your vision was blurred with tears. Your heart was racing and your breathing was shallow. You were too late.

You turned to go back inside and blinked back your tears in a desperate effort to have clear vision so you could locate Natasha and leave. Wanda's laugh continued to haunt you until you were back inside and the music was able to drown everything out.

You searched frantically for Nat and when you found her you saw her surrounded by a large group of friends. She was laughing with them and thoroughly enjoying their company, no doubt treasuring the precious time she could spend with them that wasn't work related. You didn't want to take her away from that.

You hurried through the house and called an uber but your hands were shaking and it was proving harder than it should have. When you finally got outside you leant against the wall and tried to steady your breathing but failed.

You leant forward to rest your hands on your knees and stared down at the ground, hoping the new position would help. It didn't.

Defeated, you slumped down against the wall and finally let yourself cry. You cried over your biggest mistake with Wanda. You cried over the relationship you had lost. You cried at the loss of the love of your life. It was gone, and you had no idea what you would do.

You eventually forced yourself to stop crying as you stood up from the ground. The ache in your chest was stronger than ever, but you just had to focus on getting home.

The moment you did, you broke down crying again.

*

You had texted Nat on the way back to your appartment telling her you had left, but that didn't stop the onslaught of calls you had later that night. You ignored all of them but made sure to text your friend that you were okay. While you didn't want to speak to Nat in fear that you'd tell her everything that was on your mind and the ache in your heart, you didn't want her to worry.

You didn't talk to Wanda either. God, did  you want to.

What you had seen played in your head like a glitchy television that still managed to present in high quality. You remembered that sweet smile, the joyful laugh, the way she only focused on the girl she kissed. Wanda had moved on while you had swerved off of that road and into a ditch, that was how it felt at least.

It was well into Sunday evening when Natasha knocked on your door. You were laying on the couch in your comfiest pajamas surrounded by every blanket you owned as you ate a tub of chocolate fudge brownie ice cream. So of course you weren't about to get up to answer the door.

"I know you're in there, y/n." Natasha called after a while. Your eyes shifted from the TV screen at the sound of Natasha's voice, but you still didn't want to get up.

"If you don't open the door I'm gonna let myself in." You rolled your eyes, nor believing Nat. Boy, you were wrong to.

A second later there was a click from the door before it swung open and Natasha stepped through, at least being nice enough to close it behind her.

"Really?!" You exclaimed. Nat gave you the one over before taking in your surroundings with a concerned look.

"I'm sorry I didn't come sooner." She mumbled as she strolled towards the couch and sat down by your feet.

"I'm fine." You clearly weren't, you were pretty sure your eyes were still puffy from your crying session ten minutes prior.

"What happened at the party?" Nat asked sincerely. You were about to question how she had put that together until you realised even someone who wasn't a superspy could figure that out.

"Nothing." You muttered, stabbing the ice cream with your spoon as you tried to keep your eyes on the screen.

"Y/n." Nat said sternly. You couldn't help but look back at her when she used that voice. You chewed your lip as you attempted to organise your thoughts, having no idea where to start. Luckily, Nat was willing to guide you.

"You talk to Wanda?" She enquired. You nodded as you stared down at the tub.

"It was unbearably awkward." You admitted making Nat chuckle.

"You talked to her since?"

Since my heart shattered again?

"No." You said sadly. "I don't think I can." You admitted, biting your lip in an attempt to keep your breathing and voice steady.

"Why not?" You sighed deeply, glancing between Nat, the TV and your melting ice cream.

"Have you talked to Wanda?" You fired back.

"I work with her, I'm gonna need you to be more specific."

"About...you know how she's doing and if... if she's moved on?" You didn't look at your friend as you spoke.

"No, I don't need to to know. Y/n what's going on?" Nat asked as she moved your feet to put on her lap so some of the blankets coukd cover her too. She proped her elbow up on the back of the couch and resting her head on it as she watched you with a concerned gaze.

"I think- no, I know I made a big mistake breaking up with her." Nat didn't respond so you kept going. "In that moment I just... I don't know I freaked out. I questioned a lot and instead of letting her explain I tried to make everything fit into place by myself, assuming the worst about everything. I should have actually listened to her." Your voice broke as you spoke, tears threatening to spill. "I miss her so much, Nat. I still love her but," You bit your lip so hard you were surprised didn't taste blood. "She's moved on. And now I can't get her back because if wouldn't be fair to do that when she's got someone new." Tears finally streamed down your face as you breathed heavily, the pain in your heart was immense at having to finally say it all aloud. "I've lost her."

Nat quickly moved towards you and enveloped you in a hug, letting you cry into her chest for God knows how long.

"Why do you think she's moved on?" Nat asked softly as she rubbed your back.

"I saw her with someone else. They way she looked at her..." You trailed off, not sure you could finish.

"I don't think that was what you think it was." Nat said.

"You think she was platonically kissing her?" You were surprised you even had it in you to make a sarcastic comment.

"It happens." Nat deadpanned.

"Not with Wanda." There was no arguing with that.

"She could have been tipsy." Nat offered and you finally pulled out of her hug to look at her questioningly.

"Why are you so sure of this?" Nat opened her mouth to speak but closed it soon after as though she thought better of what she was about to say and instead shrugged.

"She's moved on, Nat. I need to let her be and move on too. It's been long enough."

"And how do you plan on doing that?" Nat asked, genuinely curious.

"I'll go on another date." You said simply. The redhead glanced around at the ice cream and the collection of blankets, clearly skeptical that you were ready for that.

You sighed and leaned over to grab your phone and brought up a text message from one of your colleagues. Nat read the message from a few hours prior of them asking you out on a date and how you had accepted.

"I have till Friday to get at least some of my shit together." You said when Nat had done reading.

"Is this the one that asked you out before?" Nat asked with some resistance in her tone, she knew all about that person.

"It is." You tried to ignore the resurfacing memory of that terrible day.

"She doesn't really seem like your type." Nat stated giving you a questioning look. She really wasn't. She was bashful and irritating among many other things. The complete opposite of Wanda. You theory was that if anyone would help you stop thinking about Wanda, even temporarily, it would be her. You were terribly mistaken.

"No harm in trying something new." You said simply, faking satisfaction.

"I guess." Nat muttered, clearly far from convinced but not discouraging you from your date. Turns out she had other plans.

*

It's not like you had high expectations for that date. The bar was so low and yet Ione still managed to limbo under it.

She turned up half an hour late in a car the reeked of cigarettes. You didn't mind that she smoked, it was more than being in a trapped space with smoke drifting around didn't get on too well with your asthma and she insisted it was too cold to wind the windows down even a little bit.

The restaurant was the only enjoyable part of the date. It was a nice, casual place that had a settling atmosphere, but the moment Ione started the convosation you were reminded of her nature.

She spent most of that dinner talking about herself and her 'amazing hobbies' that you gathered to be a bunch of bullshit. She was committed to it though, you'd give her that. As if her 'hobbies' wouldn't be enough to impress you (they definetly didn't anyway) the taller girl started to casually mention the hookups she had had recently. You were honestly baffled by her. She bragged about them like trophies, always smirking at you as though telling you to feel lucky she was giving you the time of day.

Everytime she said something new the only thing you could think was 'Wanda would never say that.' So in terms of taking your mind off of your ex? Ione failed in that department too.

Throughout the meal she never once stopped to ask about you. Part of you was glad for it, because you never had to talk. You got maybe ten words in that night, all of them completly disregarded. It was hands down the worst date you had ever been on.

"I'm just gonna have a smoke while you pay." Ione said casually as she stood up to leave, leaving no room for any objections. You opened and closed your mouth life a goldfish, somehow still shocked at her antics.

You sighed as you leant back in your chair and motioned to a near by waiter for the bill, thankful the date was finally coming to an end.

You stated down at your empty plates and allowed your mind to wander towards the place it always did. Wanda. You wondered if her dates had been nearly as bad as that one. She had always gone all out for your dates, treasuring those events that were limited by her work.

When you looked up again you felt your breath catch in your throat. It was as though by thinking of Wanda you had somehow conjured her. She stood in the entrance to the restaurant looking frantic. Her hair was frazzled and her clothes were ruffled as though she had exhausted herself going to the restaurant.

When her eyes finally landed on you you were unable to look away. She looked so god damn beautiful. The brown eyes you had come to love stayed fixed on yours as she made her way towards you, a determined look across her face.

"Wanda?" You asked, not quite believing how she was infront of you much less how you seemed to be her sole focus.

"Hey y/n." Wanda smiled weakly as though all confidence had gone. "Can I sit?" She asked, motioning to the chair Ione had been in.

"Err..." You looked towards the window where you could vaguely see your date on her phone while smoking. "Of course." Wanda smiled gratefully and sat down, instantly fiddling with the rings on her fingers, one of her many nervous tells.

"What are you doing here?" You just had to know.

"I um...I wanted to see you. I know this isn't the best time and I'm sorry-"

"But how did you know I'd be here?" You enquired.

"Nat told me." She answered truthfully.

"She what?" Instantly comfused and annoyed at Nat for telling Wanda that, why would she want to know.

"Y/n I know we didn't end in the best way." She started, glancing up at you nervously, the memory of that night reflecting in her eyes as it was in yours. "And I'm still so sorry for lying to you." She said earnestly, you couldn't help but listen to her words. "And I still...I still love you." She admitted and bit her lip as voice wavered slightly.

"I thought you had moved on." You whispered, not believing what you were hearing. You expected to wake up any moment to discover it had been a cruel joke your mind had played on you. It wasn't, Wanda was as real as ever and so were her feelings. "I thought you wanted me to move on."

"I never moved on from you, y/n. I couldn't." Wanda said as she reached out for your hand. You let her but didn't hold it back.

"But that girl at the party." You started.

"I was a bit drunk and just feeling sorry for myself. It was a mistake, and I regretted it as soon as I realised what I was doing." Wanda explained hastily. The frantic look in her eyes was back. It was the same look you had seen the night you broke up with her. This time you didn't disregard it.

You breathed out shakily and looked down at Wanda's hands in your own. Ever so slowly and cautiously, you closed your hands around hers and looked up at her again.

"I still love you too. I never stopped. You made a mistake and so did I." You said as a tear formed in your eye. Wanda smiled back at you and squeezed your hands lightly.

"And I'll spend forever making it up to you if you'll let me. Could we... could we try again?" She asked hopefully. You didn't spare a moment, nodding frantically. You eagerly welcomed Wanda back into your life, immense relief washing over you at the feeling of coming home.

You had missed her so much. You had a lot of lost time to make up for and you didn't want to risk wasting a second of it ever again. You leaned forward across the small table and so did Wanda, her perfume filling your sense and acted as a drug for the butterflies in your stomach. Yes, after all that time, Wanda Maximoff still gave you butterflies.

Whether it was because your thoughts were especially loud or it was just instinct, you didn't know, but it was perfect.

You kissed her slowly and passionately, refamiliarizing yourself with the lips you had never really forgotten. You only pulled away when you felt the bill being placed on the table. You blushed a little and quickly paid for the dinner before getting up from your seat and beckoning Wanda to follow.

When you left the restaurant Ione was about to come back in.

"Hey." You called. "You're welcome for dinner but it's not really working for me, good luck with those hookups though!" You said with a grin before turning on your heels back towards Wanda. Ione didn't say anything back, completly comfused by the encounter and gave a small wave in goodbye as you walked away.

"You want to go back to mine?" You offered with a grin.

"I'd love to but..." Wanda trailed off as she turned you towards her and cupped your face in her hands. She brought her lips down to yours again as you wrapped your arms around her neck to deepen the kiss, relishing in the softness of her lips. "Just had to do that first." Wanda explained with a grin before taking your hand again to walk with you back to your appartment again.

The appartment that you would very soon both call home.

[scarofthewind]

Picture Perfect (MHA Boys) *NSFW*

A/N: I have a lot of requests to do and yet I still like to write my own ideas! I will be answering requests all day today so be on the lookout! A side note: I don’t answer every request that comes in. Some I don’t understand or just don’t feel like writing and since mostly all of you are anon’s, I can’t reply back or ask you about it. Anyways, Hope you enjoy!

Prompt: You send them a revealing photo/ their reactions Warnings: NSFW, R18+ Characters: Most of class 1A and then some extras. As I’ve said; for NSFW, the boys are all aged up to 18+

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Aoyama Yuga: He’s back at home for Christmas vacation when he receives the first sexual picture you’d ever sent him. He could feel his pants tighten slightly as he stared at the photo, loving the way the lingerie hugs your body and how much skin it showing. Excusing himself from the dinner table with a blush on his face, he makes his way to the bathroom where he proceeds to text you a long paragraph on what he would do to you in that moment. “You look so beautiful my love.” He couldn’t wait to see you again. 

Bakugo Katsuki: He’s in the middle of working out with his group of friends when he hears his phone buzz. As soon as he opens the text, he grabs all his things and makes up an excuse as to why he’s leaving. He’d call you on the way over to your place, “Don’t fucking touch yourself until I get there. Unless you want to be punished like last time.” His voice held an excitement that went straight to your core and you waited patiently for him to bust through the door. 

Iida Tenya: As soon as he looks at the message, he’s off to a private area. His business meeting went well except for the fact that his phone was buzzing like crazy and it was the very graphic and detailed pictures and messages you were sending him. His fingers typed back as fast as they could as his glasses fogged up from the heat exiting his body, “Please refrain from sending me these while I’m at work.” You smiled to yourself as you knew it got to him. He typed again, “But you do look very beautiful and I’ll be home in ten, please wait for me.” 

Kaminari Denki: For once he actually pauses the game he’s playing to answer your text and he’s glad he did. He nearly breaks his phone as a surge or electricity goes through him as his eyes look over your nude photo. Denki is typing when you text something and he pauses to see what it was. A video; you sent him a video with you moaning out his name so sweetly and your fingers touching yourself. He wouldn’t make it to your place with how hard he was so he face timed you, “You’re that wet for me already?”

Kirishima Eijiro: He was finishing some paperwork in his office room when you texted him from the bedroom. You can hear his phone go off and a loud bang, followed by a rustle of papers and his bounding footsteps as he runs to the bedroom. When he makes it to the doorway, he stops and takes in your figure with hungry eyes. He lifts his phone and chuckles, “You sure know how to distract me.” You just smile in response and he pounces.

Midoriya Izuku: All Might knew from the second his apprentice had looked at his phone and turned the darkest shade of red, what was happening. Deku looked to the man who waved him off for the day and watched as the boy ran away. Deku called you with a frantic voice, “I’m on my way, I’m going to take care of you I promise.” The image of your bare body was permanently burned in his eyelids. 

Ojiro Mashirao: It was a calm day until you had interrupted his reading time by sending him the filthiest picture and text. He practically threw his book across the room in surprise and he immediately face timed you. “Are you trying to kill me? Why couldn’t you have just said you wanted me?” He felt his cock harden between his legs as you explained just how much you needed him.

Sero Hanta: It had been five minutes since you’d sent the first picture. Sero nearly popped a tent in public as he was on watch for villains a couple of blocks away from your home. He couldn’t leave his station until someone told him he could but the urge was all too surreal. When his phone went off and he saw that it was a video, he didn’t even watch it but called you instead, “I am at work, do you mind? I know what you want and trust me, the minute I can leave here I’m heading over.”

Shoji Mezo: He had never seen something so beautiful in his life and within seconds was sporting a raging hard on while trying to finish his reports for the week. His eyes couldn’t look away from the image and he waited until you sent another one to pull his pants down and send some back along with a dirty text, “Is this what you want?” Oh yes, it certainly was what you wanted.  

Todoroki Shoto: He was stuck at a ‘family’ function and he had never wanted to see you so bad in his life. As though you’d read his mind, he received the dirtiest photo and text from you he’d ever seen. A deep blush formed on his face and he excused himself to the bathroom. Locking the door behind him, he called you and let his pants fall to the floor, your moans from the other end making his cock harden effortlessly. “That’s it baby, keep saying my name like that. God I want you so bad.” Let’s just say he finished quicker than he wanted to that day.

Tokoyami Fumikage: Every feather on his head ruffled when he opened the text in the middle of the grocery store. He didn’t even think twice as he left the buggy behind and went home as fast as he could. You laughed when you saw his expression as he flew through the door, “Dark Shadow was right, you’re dirtier than I thought.” Your eyes widened as the both of them came towards you. “Don’t ever show this to anyone else, understand?” Of course you both knew you wouldn’t but for a moment you thought you might’ve made a mistake by that nude as they gave you more than what you wanted.

Shinso Hitoshi: You teased him after he called you a couple of seconds after you sent him the photo that made him hornier than he thought possible. He left the breakroom and went outside to talk to you. “Keep it up and you’ll see what happens when I get home.” His voice sent shivers down your spine. “Oh, and (Y/N)?” His voice deepened and you felt yourself start to grow wetter by the second, “Don’t touch your slutty pussy until I say so, okay?” He heard you mumble a response and he chuckled, he really loved his quirk sometimes. 

Inasa Yoarashi: You pouted seeing that the messages had been read but Inasa hadn’t responded. It had been about ten minutes and you were worried he didn’t like them. Your body ached for his touches that you loved so much and you almost started to get yourself off when your phone went off and a message appeared on your screen followed by a picture of his fully hardened cock. “You miss my dick, Princess? Come get it.” You grabbed some clothes and your keys and left without a second to spare. 

[randomshyperson]

Attraction and Reaction - Wanda Maximoff x Dom!Reader - Part 2

Prompt based “ WandaXReader where they're always arguing and being sarcastic to eachother but it's just sexual tension. Maybe smth with the lines "why are u laghing did I tell a joke?" "why don't u look inside my head and find out". I think it would be pretty cool. It doesn't have to be smutt though, only If u fell like it (also a dom!reader would be nice)" > Link for part One

Notes: Some people asked me to write a part 2 of this one, and i took me a while but I finally did it. Nobody specified whether they wanted part two for the smut or for the story so I put a little of both.

Warnings>  18+, Smut, language, mentions of past abuse.

Words:  6.243 (Complete)

Marks (I keep forgetting to put this but hope people don’t hate me haha) > @mionemymind​ @wandamaximoffpuppy​

AO3 (Complete / Two Parts)

Maybe you guys had been in the room for a long time.

But you didn't care about the time as you had Wanda riding on your face, and you were licking and sucking her, while she moaned loudly with her mouth open as she forced her hips down and held on to the headboard.

- Fuck! Right there. - She said breathlessly - Don't stop.

A few strokes later and she came apart in your mouth, for the fourth time in a row. The taste only seemed to get better.

And then she was throwing herself on the bed trying to normalize her breathing, and you leaned over to rest your head on her belly while your fingers trailed up her thigh.

But a knock at the door caught your attention next.

- Wanda, is everything all right? - That was Bucky on the other end. - I made dinner, I was wondering if you would like some.

- No, Bucky, thank you. - Wanda shouted back a moment later, disguising her current state well. You let out a giggle, and ran your fingers down her skin, penetrating her pussy afterwards, and she bit back a sigh.

- That's fine. Do you know where Y/N is? I haven't seen her since this morning, and she's not in her room. - He then said and you chuckled softly, as Wanda held back a moan at having you inside her.

- No. - She answered half breathlessly, and forced herself to sound less affected in the next sentence. - I have no idea.

But then you began to rotate your finger against her clit and she sank her face into the bed, gasping for breath. It took a moment, then Bucky spoke again.

- You guys are fucking, aren't you?

- Trying to! - you retorted impatiently, beginning to kiss Wanda's skin.

You can hear Bucky let out a chuckle before his footsteps move away. But your attention was focused on Wanda, coming on your fingers again.

- Fuck. - She mumbled breathlessly, running her hands through her hair. - I don't think I can go on. - She commented with a smile, her gaze lazing on you.

You smiled as you lifted your face to meet hers, and kissed her slowly and sensually, but she really looked tired, even though her hips moved toward you.

- Get some sleep, dear. - You whispered to her, trying not to be startled by how easily the nickname slipped out of your mouth. Wanda smiled, closing her eyes. When her breathing became deep, you pulled back the blankets to cover her naked body, then stood up.

You picked up your clothes from the floor, and when you finished dressing, you left the room.

Bucky was reading something when you entered the room, and you went around the counter to get some coffee.

- Sorry for getting in the way of your conflict resolution. - He said ironically, his eyes still on the paper. You giggled.

- No problem, Barnes. - You replied before taking a sip of coffee.

You walked over to the couch where Bucky was sitting and looked curiously at the papers on the table as you sat down in the armchair next to him.

- What are you working on anyway? - you asked, crossing your legs. Bucky let out a sigh.

- On you guys, actually. - He said, and you frowned in confusion. But he didn't look angry, just busy. - Steve worries that the team works as a whole. He asked me to study your training results and try to find a way to solve your problems.

- I think that's been taken care of. - You sneer, but Bucky keeps a serious expression.

- Sex doesn't solve your problems. - He says and you blink in surprise. - It's just an escape valve.

You laugh ruefully, putting your coffee cup on the table.

- What are you talking about? Wanda and I just needed to vent our anger somehow. There is nothing to work out.

Bucky shook his head in denial, placing the pages he had in his hand on the table.

- Look, do you remember how it used to be with me and Sam? - He asked, and you rolled your eyes, nodding in agreement.

- We're not like....

- Listen first. - he asked with a smile, and you sighed, nodding. - Sam and I used to fight because we couldn't accept the nature of our relationship. - He explains. - And we both looked up to Steve and wanted him to be proud of us. And then we would fight to see who got his attention.

- That's very gay. - You comment humorously and Bucky chuckles lightly before continuing.

- The relevant thing is that when Sam and I first started having sex, we weren't communicating. - He says and you blink in surprise. - Angry sex is no substitute for conversation. It took a while, but we managed to talk about how we really felt, and now we are doing just fine. 

You sighed thoughtfully, leaning your back against the chair as you entwined your hands in your lap.

- I don't know what to tell you, comrade. - You say. - I have no quarrel with Wanda. We're fine. 

Bucky looked at you for a few seconds, and then shrugged his shoulders and turned his attention back to his papers. You began to think that you were repeating that things were fine for yourself and not for him.

//-//

Everything was fine.

The day after the events of the past morning and afternoon, you only met Wanda over breakfast. She smiled and waved you good morning, and you did the same.

And when you two got up to leave the dishes in the sink, she enjoyed being put on the countertop while you stayed on your knees with your head between her legs. Or at least you understood that she did, when she came in your mouth and moaned your name.

Everything was fine. Until it wasn't.

Bucky requested another therapy session with you two, and at the moment you were sitting in an armchair facing Wanda in an empty room, waiting for the soldier.

You were trying not to let your mind wander to the image of the redhead squirming with pleasure beneath you as you looked at her but you were failing miserably.

You cleared your throat, looking away and then Bucky entered, apologizing for the delay and saying that the rest of the team should be back in the tower soon.

- Can we try talking today, girls? - He said as he sat down, and you crossed your arms, shrugging. Wanda twiddled her fingers slightly. - I'd like to try the questions again.

You and Wanda exchanged a look before nodding, and Bucky smiled, pulling his small notepad from his pocket and reading briefly before speaking.

- Y/N let's start with you today. - He says. - Can you tell me something you like about Wanda?

You bite your lip.

- The way she moans my name.

Bucky blinks in surprise and discomfort but lets out a giggle, Wanda blushes softly looking away.

- Great, we've gone from immense hatred to unrestrained horniness. - He wryly chuckles. - Please girls, let's try to make this work.

You let out a sigh, getting thoughtful for a moment. 

- All right, Bucky. - You say. - I... I like how caring Wanda always is.

Wanda blinks in surprise, and Bucky looks happy. 

- That's nice. - He comments with a smile. - And you Wanda, can you tell us what you like about Y/N?

Wanda looks at you for a moment, and then looks away from you to Bucky.

- I like how protective she is of everyone here. - She confesses and you look at her attentively. - Even with me, and even when we are fighting, when we are in the field, she cares about everyone.

You swallow dryly as you look away from Wanda, wanting to ignore the feeling in your stomach.

- That's great, girls. - Bucky comments and you almost forget that he was there. - I would like to ask how this conflict started.

And then you shift uncomfortably in your chair. Because you remember it so well. Clearing your throat, you stand up.

- I don't want to do this anymore. - You say, looking at Bucky, who looks very surprised. He closes his notepad, but before he can say anything, Wanda says.

- So you're just going to run away again?

- Yeah, Wanda, I'm just going to run away. - You retort angrily as you move your feet out of the room, slamming the door on your way out.

//-//

You had been training for a few hours, your muscles ached and your body begged for a rest, but you kept punching the bag in front of you.

- Someone is angry. - sneered Natasha as you entered the gym. You blinked in surprise.

- I didn't know you were back. - You retorted without stopping your punching.

And then Natasha was climbing onto the mat, smiling at you.

- A little bird told me that you resolved your conflicts in the best possible way. - She teased, coming closer and tapping your fists to make you stop. You sighed breathlessly, your body reacting immediately to the lack of movement.

- I don't want to talk about it. - You retorted as you took off your boxing gloves, and walked away. 

- I figured as much. - She said, following you around the gym as you left the ring and looked for a bottle of water. - But you need it, so we''ll talk.

You let out an impatient grumble, and then Nat was touching your shoulder and you turned away abruptly.

- No. - You warned with clenched fists, but Nat was not intimidated.

- I know what happened to you. - She said and you closed your eyes tightly, trying to control the boiling anger rising in your chest. - I know because I saw the red room when she was in my head. But you have to understand that Wanda is on our side now and…

- I know that! - you retorted angrily. - I know that she's just a victim in this whole thing, okay? I just... I don't... - You paused, trying to normalize your breathing, and control your tears. - I haven't seen my family in twenty years. And I don't think about them, I can't remember their faces. I wasn't ready to see them that day, and I can hardly breathe when I remember. I just need time.

- You can't take out on Wanda the anger you had for them. - Nat replies seriously, and you sigh, sitting down on the bench next to you, your face buried in your hands.

- I know. - You say. - I just... God, she is probably the only person who knows everything. I wasn't ready to tell anyone, or deal with it alone, and she just came in and she just knows everything.

Nat sat down next to you and put her hand on your thigh.

- You need to talk to someone about this. - She said. - Not with me, not with Wanda. With a professional who can help you.

You nod, squeezing her hand. 

- I know. - You say with a sad smile. - I will, I just... It all seems so recent.

- You've been burying your traumas pretty well, that's all. - She jokes, and you laugh weakly.

You stood for a moment in silence before standing up. Nat let go of your hand to give your shoulder a squeeze before she left the gym. You sighed, deciding that you should call that contact Sam had told you about.

//-//

When you returned to your room, you had an appointment. You went into the shower, and took too long, trying to calm your nerves under the hot water. 

And then you were startled to get out and find Wanda waiting for you.

- I want to talk to you. - She declared as soon as you came out of the bathroom, sitting on your bed.

You let out a sigh, moving toward your closet. You didn't mind being naked in front of Wanda, it was nothing she hadn't seen before. And then you threw the towel on the bed and put on a loose T-shirt.

- You can talk. - You retorted, turning to her, and bit your lip when you noticed Wanda's gaze and flushed cheeks. - Earth to Wanda? 

Wanda grumbled at your teasing and looked away, you smiled as you picked up the towel from the bed to take it to dry off.

- I don't know what's bothering you. - She says after a moment, and you swallow the discomfort in the pit of your stomach. - But I've talked to Bucky, and he doesn't think it's healthy for us to continue with, well, whatever it is, before you can talk about your feelings.

You hang up your towel and then turn to Wanda with an impassive face.

- Okay, then. Good night. - You tell her sharply, and Wanda blinks in confusion.

- That's all you're going to say? - she asks incredulously, and you let out a dry laugh.

- You're the one who came here to say that you don't want us to happen anymore. 

- I didn't say that.

- What difference does it make? - You retort. - It's not going anywhere anyway.

Your statement leaves your mouth bitter, and Wanda stares at you for a long second before turning and leaving the room. You feel your body boil with anger, but you're tired. So you just throw yourself on the bed and hope to sleep soon.

//-//

Your fights with Wanda stop, mostly because you just don't talk to each other anymore. But Bucky seems to accept this as progress, and releases you from the sessions. And then you are seeing the psychologist that Sam recommended, and things are getting better for you.

She asks about your family, and teaches you to control your anger attacks with breathing exercises and focus. It is enough for weeks, until you have to really face your memories as you use Tony's technology to remember what your parents did to you. Of how they gave you your abilities. 

It is suffocating, and painful, but you survive. And it feels good to breathe normally again. 

You want to ignore the feeling that there is something missing, mainly because you believed that once you were healing, you wouldn't think about Wanda anymore. But now that the anger is gone, you just miss her.

Many weeks after your discussion, you are in the Caribbean, trying to investigate an abandoned Hydra base, and you have Wanda as an exploration partner.

- Did you find anything? - you asked as you two walked together into yet another empty room of an abandoned compound. Wanda was going through some drawers, going through their contents.

- Nothing that Tony hasn't already hacked. - She said, and then you turned around when you heard a noise at the door behind you. Raising your pistol in the direction of the sound, you let out an exclamation of surprise when the door suddenly opened, and a man jumped at you. Clearly a soldier, judging by his clothing. You fought back his blows, and were ready to fight, but Wanda simply used her magic to throw him across the room and he blacked out. You looked at her, and she shrugged. - Sorry, did I step on your moment?

- That sentence is mine. - You heard Natasha's voice interrupt, probably joining you as soon as she heard the sound of conflict. You shook your head, laughing lightly as you stood up. - I'm taking our friend in for interrogation, so finish up here. - She said before dragging the man across the room and out. You were dusting off your clothes as you walked toward Wanda.

- Since we can't find anything around here, I guess we can go. - You grumble, and then let out an exclamation of discomfort, which attracts the attention of Wanda, who raises her eyes in your direction.

- Are you all right? - She asked, coming closer and raising her hands to where you were pressing yours, above your shoulder.

- Yes. - You retorted with mild surprise at her concern. - It was just the impact. 

You watched as Wanda's eyes ran quickly to your mouth, and you felt your heart race in anticipation. 

- Okay, then. - She grumbled, lowering her hands and placing them behind her back, looking everywhere but at you. You bit your lip, bringing your bodies closer together, as Wanda attempted to move away, but slammed her back against a cabinet, and let out a gasp.

- Are you nervous? - you ask quietly as you approach, watching Wanda's chest rise and fall out of rhythm. - I just want to thank you for helping me in the fight. - You whisper as you lift a finger to caress her cheek, Wanda holds her breath. Then you let your mouth come up to her ear. - Thank you, Wanda. You've been a good girl.

Wanda closes her eyes tightly, and her hips thrust forward. You smile smugly, as you turn your face to kiss her deeply. She moans against your tongue, and you push your body against her, pressing her into the cabinets.

Your hands move down her thighs, and as you kiss her hard, you push up the fabric of her skirt, and let your fingers run over her skin.  When you push the fabric of her panties aside and penetrate her, she breaks the kiss with a loud moan, and you sigh as you feel her all wet.

- Wanda, you're dripping, baby. - You whisper against her lips as you move your fingers across her swollen clitoris. - How long have you been waiting for me to touch you?

Wanda whimpers, burying her head in your neck. You swallow dryly, trying not to be carried away by the feeling of having her so hot, and concentrate on keeping the movements steady. And then you pull out of her only to insert another finger, and she bites your shoulder.

She is making delicious sounds as her hips push against your fingers, and you want to kiss her again, so you use your free hand to hold her neck and make her look at you. Wanda gasps in surprise, but matches your tongue in her mouth, moaning against you.

A moment later, she begins to quiver in spasms against you, whimpering as she tries to stand upright. You take your hand from her neck to hold her waist and keep her steady as you increase the speed of your fingers, and then Wanda comes, a loud moan with her mouth open as she digs her nails into your arm.

- What the hell is taking you guys so long? - You hear Steve's question on your communicator, and let out an impatient grumble. 

- We're coming. - You say raising your hand to the device in your ear and look at Wanda trying to normalize her breathing. - Wanda already did actually.

Wanda slaps your arm as you laugh lightly, but Steve doesn't seem to understand. And then you are hurrying out of the room. You like it when she kisses you deeply on the stairs, before you join the team.

//-//

When you all return home, Steve requests a meeting with you. After showering and putting on comfortable clothes, you go to the room where he is waiting.

- Hey, Y/N, what's up? - he asks, sitting in one of the chairs. You smile, nodding.

- Why did you want to talk to me? - You ask, and he lets out a chuckle at your impatience.

- I'd like to know how your appointments have been. - he says after a moment. - You have shown progress in your training. And it's been over two months since you've had any anger episodes.

You shift the weight on your feet, slightly embarrassed.

- It's all right, I guess. - You say. - I've learned to deal with things in a healthier way.

- I'm glad to hear that. - He smiles, and then he hesitates for the next second. - And how is your relationship with Wanda?

- We don't have a relationship. - You retorted snidely, your heart racing slightly. But Steve let out a little laugh.

- Bucky told me that you two have found a way to resolve your conflicts. - He said, getting up. - And you two are not fighting anymore.

- That's what you wanted, isn't it? - You say impatiently and Steve frowns at your hostility. - I don't know what else you want us to do.

- What's going on anyway? - he asks tenderly. - You seem upset about something.

You let out a humorless laugh, running your hands through your hair.

- I am great! Fucking spectacular. - You retort impatiently.

- Y/N...

- Can I go now, Rogers? - You interrupt and he sighs, nodding, and you turn, quickly leaving the room.

As you are crossing the hallway, you bump into Wanda. She looks at you in surprise, ready to apologize, but then you are moving forward and kissing her hard.

Wanda sighs, responding as you press her to the wall. But you slow the kiss and let your foreheads rest against each other.

- I'm sorry. - You say breathlessly. - I can't keep doing this.

And then you pull away, and Wanda calls out to you as you walk away, trying to breathe. 

//-//

Wanda catches up with you outside. You are trying not to punch anything, while focusing on your breathing. 

- Why won't you talk to me? - she shouts as she reaches you. - Tell me what's going on.

You let out a dry laugh, and turn sharply and walk toward her.

- Do you want to know what is going on? Great! - you retort angrily. - This is all happening because of you!

Wanda has a confused expression when you stop in front of her. 

- If you had just stayed out of my head, I would be fine! - You accuse angrily, but don't let her interrupt. - And if you'd stayed out of my bed, I wouldn't be in love with you!

You sigh breathlessly as you sit on the floor, your face wet with tears. Wanda is in shock, and remains standing. You feel terrible.

- Damn it, Wanda, I'm sorry! - you mumble, wiping away your tears, trying to remember your breathing exercises. - It's not your fault what happened to me. I'm being an idiot.

- You are in love with me? - She repeats, staring straight ahead without moving. She seems to be talking more to herself than to you. You let out a humorless laugh.

- Yeah, I... I have been for a while actually. - You tell. - I guess I didn't want it to be true.

But then Wanda is kneeling beside you, and she looks at you with watery eyes. 

- You are a stubborn idiot. - She says, laughing lightly, and you frown. But then she moves in and kisses you on the mouth, and you think nothing more of it. When she separates your mouths, she's as breathless as you are. - We'll make it work, okay? I'm in love with you too.

You smile, and then you are hugging each other. It takes a moment for the rest of the team to get to you two.

- Does this mean we will now hear them having sex instead of fighting? - Tony comments wryly, and you watch as Wanda raises her fingers and casts magic at him that pushes him back slightly.

You laugh, letting your happiness replace your anger completely.

[buckyownsmylife]

It’s always shoot to kill - Bucky Barnes x Reader x Steve Rogers smut

The one where Steve wants to watch Bucky fucking you, knowing that he’ll never be able to do it again

Warnings: dubcon in double instance, neither the reader or Bucky are completely on board with this, p in v, oral sex (f), lots of pining from Bucky, jealousy and possessiveness from Steve, voyeurism, kind of cuckolding too

A/N: I’d like to thank the amazing @angrybirdcr​ for reading this and giving me suggestions to make the story better for y’all! I had the best time brainstorming with Marie and I’m so happy I get to call her a friend now! To see more of the dynamic between those three, check out the other one-shots I have about them!

Steve’s P.O.V.

“Take off all your clothes, I don’t want him undressing you.” She looked hesitant again, the pretty little flower. Kinda like that day, so many months ago, when I dragged Bucky to watch us fucking so he would stop pining for her.

It didn’t work. I still caught him looking at her with wishful eyes, whenever he thought I was too busy to notice. 

I always noticed it. I always did, because my mind, my heart and my gaze seemed to follow her, regardless of how important any of my royal tasks could be. A part of me was always with her, and that part didn’t like that James obviously felt for her the same way that I did.

So I devised a plan. If forcing him to watch me fuck her wasn’t enough, maybe I could let him do it once, just once. That way, maybe, his infatuation would disappear, but even if it didn’t, knowing what it was like to have her and never be able to do it again would certainly kill him inside.

“Now, pretend I’m not even here,” I said, letting myself fall back against the same chair my brother had occupied that night, so many months ago. There was something particularly interesting about being in this position, watching someone that gave me so much jealousy at last have his way with my woman.

It felt almost freeing, somehow. Seeing my worst nightmare play out, knowing I was in control of it. Knowing it was only happening because of me, and I could put an end to it at any time.

I watched as Bucky seemed to hesitate, like he didn’t know where to start, or didn’t actually believe he could reach out and touch her. She seemed just as hesitant, fidgeting under his stare as she fought against the instinct to cover her own body.

“Go on,” I directed, waving towards her. “Tell her how she looks. Do I really have to teach you how to treat a lady?” His jaw clenched at that, clearly offended at my insinuation. “You’ve been wondering what she hides under those dresses all this time. There she is. At least look at her properly.”

I watched as he slowly came to terms with the reality of the situation. His posture changed, he stood up straighter, and now the way he towered over my wife almost seemed threatening.

He started from her feet, eyes slowly traveling up, briefly stopping on her breasts before they reached her face. “You’re so beautiful.” Words so simple, I’d said them thousands of times before. But hearing them now, coming from another pair of lips, had me gripping the arms of my chair.

I didn’t like the way he looked at her. Like she was something precious, something breakable. I knew she wasn’t - I’d been rough with her before and all she ever did was cry out in ecstasy.

She nodded once, like she didn’t know how to respond, eyes unwilling to leave his when he reached out to hold her jaw, but then she averted her gaze in an almost embarrassed manner, suddenly remembering what to say. “Thank you. You’re too kind.”

It almost had me chuckling, if it weren’t for how his hand slowly dropped down, caressing the skin as it went. I watched as it ran over her collarbones before his finger rubbed on a nipple. I saw how she trembled but still tried to control her reactions.

He was hypnotized by then. I knew it, it was obvious by the darkness that had taken over his usually blue hues and the way he licked his lips before he leaned down and used them to engulf one of my wife’s nipples.

Instinctively, she offered her chest to him but tried to keep her gasp of surprise or desire in. Such a good little wife. My perfect queen.

She went willingly when he pushed her down on the bed, eyes burning with passion as he took in the image before him. “Did you ever think you’d have her spread out for you like that?” My voice resonated through the room, but instead of breaking him from his reverie, he didn’t seem to mind it at all. It was like all that mattered to him was her.

Still, he answered me. “No.” There was so much emotion in that simple word, so much hidden just underneath the surface, it had me readjusting myself in the chair, almost considering leaping across the room and prying him away from her.

But then he fell to his knees before her. “My queen,” he said, looking up from under his eyelashes. “Can I be so lucky as to taste you?” A pang of desire ran through my body as I watched her stutter out an acceptance.

And then he was between her thighs. I couldn’t see him through the barrier of her legs, but their sounds and movements told the story of what he was doing. Bringing pleasure to my love.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

I didn’t know what to do. How should I behave? At the first touch of James’ tongue on my lower lips, a strangled gasp escaped me, and my hands flew up to find some sort of support on the sheets behind me. God, this was torture, even if I wasn’t the one who was being punished.

I almost closed my eyes to relish in the pleasure I was feeling. His touch was so different from Steve’s - softer and slower, even though there was desperation there.

But then I remembered what was actually happening and I snapped them open, turning my head to look at my husband’s watchful gaze. Unsurprisingly, I found him staring at us with those piercing eyes, his attention never wavering from James and me, but what was astounding was that he didn’t look angry or possessive.

Not at all. There was not an ounce of irritation in his beautiful features, just clear focus as he watched me unfold before his eyes, by the hands of his brother, that now roamed my body.

“Put her on top,” came his voice, clear as day and startling the man between my legs, who seemed to have forgotten about our audience. His head whipped up to see how I felt about my husband’s order, and that’s when I saw it.

His attentive blue eyes, usually so clear, had become dark as night. It was like he was a different person altogether. I could no longer recognize the sweet and caring man I’d once called my best friend…

… but then again, it’d been so long since I’d been close to him in any way.

“What are you waiting for?” My husband’s voice broke me out of my shock, but before I could fully recover, two strong hands had found a new resting spot on my hips as James easily manhandled me into a new position - on my hands and knees, over him.

The weight of his cock, fully erect against the inside of my thigh, sent a thrill through me that I had never anticipated feeling in his hands.

“Go on.” It was like he was waiting for the order because just as soon as Steve’s words disappeared in the air between us, he aligned his member and started to force me down on it. A gasp escaped me, and I had to hold myself against his chest to keep myself up.

Having James inside of me was a completely different experience than when Steve made love to me. Where Steve was long, James was thicker, stretching me in a way I’d never experienced before.

After the first plunge, it was clear that the man inside of me got carried away. He controlled my movements with iron fingers that pressed my flesh so tightly I was sure it’d be hurting for days after.

I could say the same about my insides. He didn’t show any mercy - in fact, I barely even recognized him and this animalistic side he was exposing as he fucked me, eyes keeping my own gaze captive as he grunted and panted underneath me like a man on a mission, if that mission was to ruin me.

“I want to hear you declare your love for her,” came Steve’s voice once again, breaking me out of whatever hypnosis James was performing. “Tell her everything. This is the only time you’ll be able to say how you really feel.”

The pain in his blue eyes was overwhelming. I felt tears rise up in my own eyes, threatening to spill and fall on his face, showing him just how confused I was about this entire situation.

Just who was Steve trying to hurt here?

“I-I’ve always wanted this. You have no idea just how much.” And in the way his voice cracked, I saw it. I saw just how badly he’d craved me, how hard he had tried to hold back from me.

“No one can ever come close to the space I’ve relinquished to you in my heart,” he said, barely over a whisper, and yet I felt like he shouted it at me, the way his hips rose growing quicker and rougher, and I bounced in his arms as he rammed into me. “And it will always be yours,” he assured me, prompting the tears to fall from my eyes, slowly trailing down my cheeks. “My heart will forever belong to you.”

I covered my hand as a sob almost escaped me, but maybe it was a moan, I couldn’t tell. All I knew was that he kept fucking up into me and I couldn’t hold it in much longer, couldn’t pretend I didn’t feel anything while my best friend was inside of me.

But when my moans broke free, my husband didn’t seem to mind. He actually leaned closer, resting his elbows on his thighs as he ordered, “She can get louder. Do it properly.”

And suddenly my world turned upside down because in a simple movement I was the one on the bed and James was hovering over me, never leaving my tight channel. His fingers found my nub, and he massaged it with an eagerness that showed me he wanted me to cum just as badly as I did.

“Cum for him, my queen. Show him how beautiful you are when you’re reaching your high.” It was Steve’s order that brought me to my release, my hands flying up to find a hold on James’ shoulder as I struggled to breathe or even think.

It felt like I was falling from the highest mountain without ever actually touching the ground. When I finally managed to focus again, it was through slowly realizing the way James’ cock was still dragging against my walls. 

I opened my eyes to find him with eyebrows furrowed and sweat sticking strands of his hair on his forehead, his arms trembling on each side of my head. He was desperately trying to hold on just a little longer, and that broke my heart.

I couldn’t close my eyes as he slowly but surely lost the battle against his body, hips quickening before they stopped altogether, and just before he pulled away, he whispered, “I love you,” giving me one last, chaste kiss on the lips.

I could still taste myself in them.

Steve’s stare was heavy on us as James slowly dressed. I wondered what was going on in my husband’s head. Did he think his plan had worked or had he realized it was a mistake all along?

It seemed like the King’s mind still hadn’t been made, as he stopped his brother just before he could leave. “Are you still in love with her?”

James let the question sit on each of our hearts and minds before he gave his answer. “Now more than ever.”

I couldn’t help but notice that he was still hard when my husband kicked him out of the room before turning around to see me, wrecked and dirty, all thanks to another man’s work.

“I hope you’re ready,” he warned, and I already knew I wasn’t. “I can’t wait to fuck his sloppy seconds.”

[comfortwriting]

Best friends Brother - G.W

Part 1 of my slow burn mini-series, inspired by and dedicated to @amourtentiaa , want to be tagged? Let me know!

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Part 2

George Weasley x Fem Reader 

About: The Reader is falling for her best mates older brother, she confines in Ron who is already afraid of losing his best friend to the brothers he’s so pressured to be like.

Warnings: swearing, fluff, mention of food and eating, but of angst, George punching a creep.

Walking away from Hagrid’s hut towards the castle, thoughts about the more quiet Weasley twin filled your hazy head - you were planning on shooting your shot, but first you needed some advice and the only person who could do that right now is your best friend Ron - currently chewing your ear off about Hermione and the house elves. 

“She doesn’t know when to stop does she? All the S.P.E.W nonsense, if she brings it up one more time-”

“Hey, do you think George likes anyone?” you asked as cool as possible, trying to contain your nervousness and excitement. 

Although you and George had only spoken few words to one another, he was all you could think about, all you ever thought about, day in day out. You would share sweet glances and looks across the common room in the evening, the beautiful amber glare coming from the flames projecting onto George’s face, making him look like an angel. 

As much as you liked him, you were terrified that he wouldn’t feel the same, that he only saw you as his little brothers best friend - you hated it. 

Ron slowed down from his brisk walk and he continued to stare at the ground “George? As in.. my brother?” 

“yeah” you smiled shyly, swallowing hard. 

Ron could feel his heart flutter, the idea of another person - his best friend - favouring one of his legendary twin brothers over him made him sick to his stomach, he couldn’t lose anyone else, he wouldn’t let it.

He pondered his thoughts, perhaps you were asking for someone else, someone Ron didn’t care about - the desperation in his stomach kept churning to find out. 

“I don’t know” he replied in a huff “we don’t really talk much, why you asking anyway?” 

You went quiet, suddenly finding interest in the scenery as the two of you edged closer to the castle. 

“uh, no reason” you lied, running your hand through your hair. 

For all of Ron’s flaws, he could tell when his best friend was lying - he never failed calling you out for it in the past, you learnt not to play any card games with him - especially when galleons were on the table. 

The two of you entered the loud castle, pushing past students in the hall, making your way to the Gryffindor common room.

“you like him, don’t you?” Ron muttered under his breath, making sure everyone else around you couldn’t hear.

You sighed and made eye contact with Ron, his facial expression even more sour than when he puked up slugs in first year. 

You walked up the stairs and held on to the rail, looking around for the Fat Lady “I suppose I do, I was thinking of asking him to-”

Ron could feel the sweat form in his palms and under his arms, images of you and George being together all the time instead of him flashed before him.

“I don’t know, Y/N, you’re two years younger than him, you haven’t spoken more than ten words to each other.” 

Your heart pained for a moment, your spirits crushing like the ingredients in one of Snape’s potions.

“I just don’t think he’ll like you that much, I don’t want you to get hurt.” he finished, the two of you finally reaching the portrait. 

“I guess so” you mumbled “you know him better than I do.”

Over the next few days you couldn’t stomach being around George, each time you looked into his gorgeous eyes and seeing him smile, caused your heart pain, a lump forming in your throat, and hot tears filling your eyes. 

At first George didn’t notice but when he would wave and smile - only to be ignored, he couldn’t help but overthink; wondering if he had done something wrong. 

It wasn’t just George who you ignored, you kept away from your best friend Ron too - Ron felt like shit but you were away from George and that gave him enough of a clear conscience to sleep at night. 

You couldn’t sleep, you missed your best friend even when he hurt your feelings, you also felt hopeless, the only person you ever showed an interest in wouldn’t even give you a chance.  

“What’s been up with Y/N lately? George asked his younger brother, buttering his toast, causing Ron to almost choke on his. 

“What you on about?” 

George rolled his eyes and swallowed his food, “unbelievable you are, she’s been avoiding you like the plague and she won’t even look at me.”  

“So, did you make up your mind yet?” 

You swore silently under your breath, recognising the voice who called out to you - an attractive and charming Hufflepuff student in George’s year with short black hair kept asking you over and over to go on a date with him in Hogsmeade, each time you said no had failed to satisfy his desire. 

“Uh” you were trying to figure out the best way to tell him to fuck off, but then again, what did you have to lose? “yeah, I’ll be there” you faked a smile. 

Ron watched in the distance and felt relieved, from his perspective, the possibility of you and George seemed incredibly slim to none. He walked over towards you as soon as the lad split, a smile creeping up on his face. 

“Y/N, alright?” he smiled, his hands in his pockets. 

You stared at him, yes you were hurt, but you missed him - he could do much worse to cause a much bigger fall out between the two of you. 

“I suppose” you sighed “walk with me to Transfiguration class?” 

Ron smiled “can do”

“and took your bloody shirt in!” you scolded him, bumping into him playfully. 

As much as you enjoyed visiting Hogsmeade, you couldn’t help but want to go back home and climb back into your warm bed, hiding away from the world - but your habit of trying to see the best in people lead you here - waiting outside Honey Dukes for your date to arrive. 

“Look at you!” he called out, walking over and kissing your hand “ready for the best day of your life?” he grinned.

Best day of my life? with you? I should’ve stayed in bed.

“Sure” you replied, plastering a fake smile on your face. 

The best day of your life wasn’t too bad, you had someone new to talk to, to try and get your mind off things - but your heart couldn’t help but yearn for George. You looked around the shops thinking of the products he liked, disliked, and what he bought for Ron at Christmas. 

Your date had more to blab about himself than get to know you, he held your hand and bought you a much needed Butterbeer - but he talked so much that he didn’t even get round to drinking his own. The more he had to say, the more he tried to impress you, the more you disliked him, making you fall for George even more. 

Finally breaking out from the busy and overwhelming pub and out into the cold, your date stood in front of you with a strange expression on his face. 

“So?” he shrugged

“so, what?” you stared at him, your patience wearing thin. 

The shared laughter between George and Ron came to a halt when George spotted you with his classmate, he knitted his brows together. 

“Why’s Y/N around that plonker?” he asked his younger brother. 

Ron looked at you then back to George “she’s on a date”

George shook his head “he’s an absolute creep” 

The two of them stared, the student took a hold of your hand and tried to pull you in for a kiss, you pulled away and glared at him, trying to not make a scene. 

“Fucking pervert!” George hissed, storming over towards the two of you “Hey!”

George clenched his jaw, his nostrils flared and his glaring gaze settled on on the lad, he bunched his right hand into a fist and swung, everything went in slow motion as George punched him in the face. 

You were speechless, you didn’t know what to say, all you could do was stare and watch the fight unfold. 

“Stay away from her or my foot will rip you a new one!” George threatened him, he turned to you, his facial expression instantly turning soft.

“th-thank you” 

“you don’t need to thank me love, are you alright?” George searching your eyes with his, full of care and concern. 

Your heart fluttered, his voice, him speaking to you sounded like the most fascinating birds chirping, and his caring face caused fireworks in your stomach to erupt into the sky. 

You wanted to take your chance, ask him out and start over but before you could do any of that, let alone reply, Ron hurried over and interrupted; putting you back in your place and making you remember how his brother felt about you. 

“Proper shiner he’ll have in the morning” Ron laughed “sort your knuckles out George, if anyone sees they’ll send a letter home.” 

The fluttering in your heart died down, the chirping of the birds instantly turning into the most dreadful squawks, and the fireworks in your stomach burning out, starving the embers before they could relight.  

“Thanks again” you murmured quietly, flashing George one last smile before walking away, wanting to retreat to your bed and hide away. 

George had to admit, he felt quite hurt that you went back to ignoring him after he had your back the other week - he knew that you didn’t owe him anything, not even an explanation - but he couldn’t understand why even after making up with Ron, you still refused to look at him.

Sitting on the sofa in the common room in your pyjamas, you flicked through your Quidditch magazine and blinked over and over whilst you looked across the page, sleep trying to pull you in. 

“Georgie, I’ve already said-” 

“Shhh!”

Jolting awake, you looked behind you and stared at the twins, long roles of parchment in one hand and a map in the other, you yawned and rubbed your eyes, closing your magazine. 

“It’s okay boys, I’m going to bed anyway.” you yawned again, slowly getting off the sofa. 

Fred and George shared a look, the older twin nodding his head towards you “go on then, mate, I’ll be upstairs.”

Fred walked past you, he whispered a “goodnight!” and went off to his dorm, leaving you alone with the person you wanted more than anyone in the world. 

George pursed his lips, standing around awkwardly before approaching you “Y/N, can we talk?” he asked softly. 

You nodded slowly, the nerves piping up in your tummy. 

“What’s up?”

“You’ve been ignoring me, love” he said softly “have I done something wrong?” 

This was your moment, not to ask him out - but to tell him the truth. 

You pushed your stray hairs out of your face and sighed, the lad of your dreams standing beside you, looking down on you. 

“I have feelings for you George” you admitted, your mouth going dry “and that’s why I have to stay away from you, because I know you’re never going to feel the same.” 

George went quiet, the embers from the fire spreading and making it set alight, the amber tones coming from the flames resting on his face. He smiled for a moment and licked his lips, looking into your eyes.

“Tomorrow night” he whispered softly in your ear “where we first met”

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Picture Perfect // Kurt Wagner

request: none

prompts: none

warnings: language, self image issues, not proofread, FLUFF

a/n: soulmate au where a picture of your soulmate appears on your wrist when you’re 13.

“It’s almost midnight!” you cheered excitedly as you made eye contact with your best friend, Liz.

“What do you think they’re gonna look like? This is so exciting! I can’t believe I have to wait six more months to see my soulmate,” Liz said, rambling on as per usual.

You kept your eyes locked to the numbers on your clock, waiting for it to saw 12:00. Seconds passed, and the numbers changed. Finally, it was your 13th birthday! The day a picture of your soulmate appears on your arm. You felt your wrist start to tingle, and you quickly pulled down your sleeve to see a picture of your soulmate form on your arm.

You smiled as you took in his image. His blue skin, his yellow eyes, his adorable elf ears. You couldn’t help but fall for him immediately.

“He’s..”

“Beautiful.” “Hideous.”

“What?!” you said as you turned to Liz in shock.

“You poor thing, stuck with that as your soulmate. He’s a mutant. And an ugly one at that. Who knows, maybe you’ll be lucky and he’ll die before you meet.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you? First of all, he’s beautiful. Second of all, what’s wrong with being a mutant?! And why would you want him to die?! Do you even realize how awful what you said is?”

“Why are you defending him? He’s a mutant!”

“Get out!” you shouted, avoiding eye contact with her.

“What?” she asked you, shock overtaking her voice.

“You heard me. Get out! You can’t talk about my soulmate like that!”

Liz’s face fell devoid of all emotion. She quickly gathered her things and walked to your door. She turned around to see if you would stop her, but you wouldn’t even look her way. With a sigh, Liz left. The two of you never spoke again.

~

Kurt looked down at the image on his wrist. He smiled at the girl. She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. And she was his soulmate! A smile overtook his face, but quickly faded away when he came back to reality.

There’s no way she would love him. A mutant. No one would love him. Certainly not someone as beautiful as you. He sighed pulled his sleeve over your picture. Maybe if he just ignored it, and didn’t acknowledge you, he wouldn’t have to face the inevitable heartbreak.

five years later

You sat on your couch, watching the news, when a story about the X-Men started to play. They just defeated an evil mutant in Egypt. You would give anything to meet them, they were incredible.

But then you saw something. More specifically someone. Your soulmate. He was one of the X-Men. Your smile went wide as you watched him on your screen. You looked closer, trying to find out where he was. Charles Xavier’s School For Gifted Youngsters.

You smile grew even bigger, if that was possible. That school was only a twenty minute drive from your house. Your soulmate was only twenty minutes away. You could finally meet the boy you’ve been in love with since you were 13.

You ran to your bedroom, quickly showering and getting ready. You wanted to look your best if you were going to meet your soulmate. You pulled on some dark skinny jeans, a Star Wars tee, and your gray vans. You put on some makeup, and brushed through your hair.

You stood in front of your mirror and smiled at your reflection. You looked beautiful. Now, you just had to get there.

~

You payed the taxi driver, and quickly got out. You looked at the building in front of you. You were here! Today you were finally going to meet your soulmate.

Nerves riddled your insides as you got closer to the door. Questions filled your mind. What if he didn’t like you? What if he already has a girlfriend? What if-?

Your thoughts were cut off by a girl walking towards you.

“Hey I haven’t seen you around. Are you new?”

“Uhm kinda. I-”

“I’m Jubilee,” she said.

“Y/n.”

“So what brings you here?”

“Oh my god,” a different voice said.

You turned and saw a guy walking over. He looked shocked as he stared at you. You gave him a confused look, and shifted uncomfortably under his gaze.

He walked over to Jubilee and whispered something in her ear. Her eyes went wide and she grabbed your arm, turning it to see your soulmate mark.

“Oh my god! So that’s why you’re here!”

“Yeah,” you smiled awkwardly.

“Come on! We have to find him!” Jubilee said as she grabbed your arm and pulled you towards the school.

She opened the door and led you inside. You looked around, amazed at all the mutants. So many were using their abilities, and it was amazing.

“Oh, Jean! Have you seen Kurt?”

“No, why?” she said, her eyes widening when she saw you.

“You’re his soulmate. Hang on let me find him.”

She put her fingers to the side of her head and closed her eyes. A few seconds later she stopped and turned to Jubilee.

“He’s in the library. It was nice meeting you,” she said as she smiled at you.

“You too,” you said as Jubilee pulled you once more.

She led you to a room, presumably the library. She opened the doors and pulled you in.

“Kurt are you in here?”

A cloud of blue smoke appeared before you, and there he was. Your soulmate. Standing right in front of you. But as soon as he noticed you, another blue cloud appeared and he was gone. Your face fell. He probably didn’t want you. Just like you thought.

“Don’t worry y/n, we’ll find him. I think maybe finding his soulmate just startled him.”

You nodded slowly, hoping that maybe she was right.

~

Kurt was in his room, panicking. His soulmate was here. The girl he had tried to forget. The one who would never love him. What was she doing here? Was she going to yell at him for taking away the chance to be happy with her soulmate?

Then Jean’s voice was in his mind.

Kurt she’s not going to yell at you. She doesn’t hate you. She wants to meet you. Just come back to the library and see for yourself.

He thought it over for a second. It’s not like he had anything to loose. And who knows, maybe somehow Jean was right. Maybe someone actually could love him.

~

-bamf-

He was back. Your soulmate was right in front of you. You smiled at him, and he shyly smiled back.

“We’re gonna give you some space,” Jean said as she dragged Jubilee out of the room.

“Hi I’m y/n,” you said as you smiled at him.

You found it hard to speak, even harder to think. He was beautiful. Butterflies erupted within your stomach as his eyes met your own. Part of you still couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

“I’m Kurt. It’s nice to meet you. Sorry about before, I vas nervous.”

“It’s ok, I’m a little nervous too. I’ve been waiting for this moment ever since I first saw you.”

“You vanted to meet me? Vhy? Most people are scared of me. They think I am ugly,” he said as his eyes met the floor.

You walked closer and placed your hand on his cheek, causing him to look at you with wide eyes.

“Well I think you’re beautiful,” you said with a gentle smile.

Suddenly Kurt’s arms were wrapped around as he hugged you. You smiled to yourself as you hugged him back. When he let go, you saw his cheeks were a light purple. You giggled slightly, and nervously twiddled with your fingers.

“Sorry about that. I couldn’t help it. It’s just that you vere being so nice to me and-,” you cut off his rambling.

“It’s okay. I’ve wanted to do that for a while.”

A smile made it’s way onto his face as he looked at you.

In a quick moment of not thinking, you pressed a kiss to his cheek. And then there was a blue cloud in front of you, and he was gone.

~

Kurt didn’t know what to do, so he just left. He was outside the library, his eyes wide and his face covered in a purple blush.

“What happened? Why are you out here?” Jubilee asked.

“I think I can answer that,” Scott said as he pointed to the lipstick print on Kurt’s cheek.

Jubilee squealed and smiled. She then turned around and opened the library door and motioned for you to come over to them.

“Sorry. I vas nervous again,” Kurt said awkwardly.

“It’s fine. You don’t have to keep apologizing,” you said with a slight giggle.

A silver flash appeared and suddenly there was a new person standing in front of you.

“Who’s this?” he said as he looked at you.

Then he started looking between you and Kurt, a smirk growing on his face.

“Did smurf finally get a girlfriend?” Peter said as he smiled at the two of you.

Jean shoved him lightly, and Kurt looked confused at the nickname.

You quickly grabbed Kurt’s hand and you smiled at the new guy.

“Yes, yes he did.”