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nemesyaaa · 5 months ago

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XKZIFKZIEIZIEIEIEIZIE I HAVE SO MUCH TO SAY. i really love your dark fics for real and the way you make rafe so heartless like omg i'm dying in the corner of my bed. this is such a pleasure to read ??? bully!rafe is so mean, but still chasing after the reader, getting very dark. the party scene 🥹🥹🥹

When you were in elementary school, your parents explained to you that part of being a Pogue meant that people would hate you for absolutely no reason other than the fact that you’re poor. FEEL LIKE SO EASY FOR RAFE TO BULLY ME 😩😩

“No,” he quickly responded, looking to the ground with embarrassment burning across his cheeks. “I’m just trying to be nice.” LMFAOOOO I DONT TRUST HIM AT ALL, WE NEVER TRUST HIM. HE JUST TAKING ADVANTAGE OF US. DON'T FOOL US GUY

“You still think this is a joke, sweetheart?” He sneered, Figure Eight cockiness dripping from his nasally voice. "SWEETHEART" YES MEAN BUT WHEN HE CALL US WITH NICKNAME, I CAN'T HELP BUT EXPLODING

“Y’know, I was almost gonna be nice to you…” I LOVE THE « ALMOST » 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

His scowl disappeared as he trailed off, his pink lips curving into a sick grin. “But if you want to make this difficult, I can make it difficult too.” SHITT WHY HE'S HOT FUCKING HOT ??

“Perfect little Y/N is such a mess, huh?” He mocked you, mumbling against your skin before sloppily kissing you again. DAMN, I GASPED

this was so awesome !!! tbh, i'm expecting for a next part but at the same time, feel like it's okay to end up things here too. anyways, I REALLY ADORE DARK FICS WITH RAFE. IT'S JUST SOOOO SPICY AND MAKE ME SCREAMING. YOUR WRITINGS TOO OMFG.

SICK RAFE DO SOMETHING REALLY BAD TO ME, BUT I WANT HIM. WANT TO BE USED, LIKE BRO, MANIPULATE ME. I'M YOURS

Old Grudges Die Hard

dark!Bully!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Rafe Cameron had made your life hell ever since you first met him in elementary school. When you moved away for college, you thought you were finally done with your bully, but your life changes when you come face to face with him at his party a year later.

Warnings: noncon (rape), smut, unprotected sex, dacryphilia (crying & tear kink), rough sex, slapping, choking, sexual harassment, harassment, degradation, bullying, drinking, drugs

A/N: this fic begins when Reader and Rafe are in elementary school, but nothing sexual happens between them until they are 19 years old

When you were in elementary school, your parents explained to you that part of being a Pogue meant that people would hate you for absolutely no reason other than the fact that you’re poor.

Grasping your scrapped knee in pain as fat tears rolled down your cheeks, you were quick to tell your parents about the altercation at school as soon as they picked you up.

When you asked them what a ‘Pogue’ was, they exchanged a concerned look before gingerly explaining why the rude boy in your class had shoved you really hard at recess.

“B-but why would he do that?” You sobbed. “It’s so hard to make new friends here!”

“I know sweetheart,” your mother looked down at you sadly. “Is this the first time something like this has happened?”

“No! He made fun of my clothes on my first day. He said I look poor and he would know since he’s rich.” You cried louder, remembering how upset his words had made you. “A-and then all of the girls wouldn’t stop grabbing my skirt or pinching me because he told them to.”

“Have you told the teacher about this?” Your mother asked. You had reached the car now and she helped you into your seat and buckled you in.

“They just ignored me! Rafe gets away with everything,” you grumbled.

“Maybe he’s got a crush on you, Y/N,” your dad jokingly teased from the front of the car and you gagged loudly.

“Ew! No! I hate him! I would never like him in a million years!” You angrily exclaimed.

“Well, I’ll call the school and let them know he’s causing problems. He shouldn’t be able to get away with this without punishment.”

What your parents had a much harder job explaining to you was how powerful money is, and how unfair the world is.

Three parent-teacher meetings with your parents and Rafe’s accomplished little to nothing. If anything, the attention that you had brought to his behavior only made it worse.

It was remarkable how sneaky he could be in his torment of you, always waiting for the teacher’s back to turn before pinching your arm hard enough to make you scream, and bringing the teacher’s attention back to you only for you to be chastised for interrupting class.

He would accuse you of looking at his quizzes, all the while he was cheating off of you.

Any craft or art project that you worked on would mysteriously turn up damaged or missing, getting you in more trouble with the teacher for not completing work.

By the last day of 5th grade, you were thrilled to be heading off to a different middle school than Rafe.

And for three blissful years, you were safe from his cruelty. In fact, Rafe Cameron had become all but a distant memory by the time you reached high school.

Excited by your high grades in middle school and how fast you were learning the material, your parents saved up their money to put you into the best high school in Outer Banks, one that was populated mostly by rich Kooks.

You were so excited to start high school at such a nice school! It was very obvious to you that you were in Kook territory given how well funded it was, and you hoped that despite your Pogue status, you would be able to make friends.

When you realized one of your closest elementary school friends who had switched schools in the 7th grade was at the same school, you were over the moon.

Linking arms with Olivia, she gave you a quick tour of the school before leading you over to your locker. After several attempts, you opened it and loaded your things inside.

“I’ve already made so many friends and we haven’t even started classes yet!” Olivia giggled.

“Really??” You asked. If Olivia was making friends this quickly, maybe it would be okay for you.

“Yeah! And there’s sooo many cute guys here! Like Brady, Joey, Daevon, Rafe, Aaron L, Aaron R, although Aaron D is straight up fugly.”

“Wait hold on, did you say Rafe? As in Rafe Cameron?” Your stomach dropped at the thought of running into him.

Even though it had been three years and you hoped that he had changed, you couldn’t help but feel apprehension at his name.

“Oh yeah, he’s sooo cute!” Olivia gushed, looking around the hall quickly before meeting your eyes again. “Why? What’s up? Do you have a crush on him too?”

“Well, I haven’t seen him in so long, but the last time I did, he was basically my bully in elementary school,” you joked, trying to make light of the situation.

“Wait, what?? That was Rafe?!”

“What did I do?” A familiar voice from behind you made the hair on the back of your neck stand up and you swiveled around to come face to face with the last person you wanted to see right now.

His face had changed and he was obviously much taller than he had been when you last saw him (you both were), but there was no mistaking his face.

He took you in for a moment, eyes widening when he recognized you.

“No way, Y/N Y/L/N, is that really you?” His voice was incredulous and you had never wished more that you would just evaporate.

“In the flesh,” you nervously joked.

“Hi Rafe!” Olivia excitedly greeted him, but he ignored her, much to her dismay.

“Y/N um, you know…” he paused, looking a bit pained. “I uh, I feel kinda bad about how I treated you back then, that was so long ago now though.”

He laughed and you reluctantly joined in.

“But anyways, I uh- wanna make it up to you, you should come sit with my friends at lunch today.”

His offer shocked you and you couldn’t help but stare at him for a few moments with raised eyebrows.

“Is this a joke?”

“No,” he quickly responded, looking to the ground with embarrassment burning across his cheeks. “I’m just trying to be nice.”

You glanced over at Olivia who gave you an encouraging grin, looking a little jealous herself.

“Um, I guess! Thanks Rafe!” You smiled at him and he mumbled a goodbye before running off to class.

Olivia squealed with excitement before pulling you into a tight hug, “OMG!!! Y/N!! He is so into you!”

“No way! He’s probably just trying to put the past behind us,” you rolled your eyes at Olivia’s enthusiasm.

However, as lunch approached, you found butterflies growing in your stomach. Were you scared or nervous? Why?? It was just lunch. Rafe did look very different, and you couldn’t deny that he was a little cute, but you still felt anxious to see what lunch would bring.

The bell rang out, releasing you from your last class before lunch. Your stomach was in knots as you walked to the cafeteria. You grabbed your food slowly, letting people filter into the seats and trying to spot Rafe.

He confidently walked in with his friends in tow, all of them laughing loudly as they made their way to a table near the back of the cafeteria.

You swallowed your nerves, clutching your lunch tray tightly before approaching their table.

Rafe stood up, grinning at you before wrapping an arm around your shoulders and leading you to a seat before pushing you down onto it, “here, sit next to me.”

He sat beside you introducing you to all of his friends at the table, “that’s Topper, Kelce, Byce, and Joey.”

“Hi,” you nervously told the boys your name.

After meeting them, the conversation moved on to discussing all of the cool things they had done this summer. You even chimed in yourself and they all seemed interested in what you had to say.

Rafe opened his lunchbox before sighing in disappointment and chuckling, “my dumbass parents forgot the silverware again.”

He looked down at his leftover spaghetti, seemingly with no fork or spoon in sight.

Feeling like you wanted to repay Rafe for inviting you to sit with him and his friends, you told him you could grab it.

When you stood and turned to walk away, you heard the entire table break out into loud laughter.

You whipped around, nervously meeting Rafe’s eye.

“What’s so funny?” You demanded, raising your voice to cut through their snickers.

Your panic caught the attention of the students around you, who also began laughing.

“Looks like Aunt Flo is in town, Y/L/N.” Rafe cackled, and your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you realized what was going on.

On the seat that you had just been in, beside Rafe, you could see red paint drying to the seat.

Without thinking, you reached behind and your heart clenched when you felt wetness on your bottom, and you looked down to see the same red paint now smeared on your hand.

Rafe and his friends burst into laughter, along with the other tables that had been nearby when you stood up.

The cacophony caught the attention of the other students seated further away, who noticed your seemingly blood stained shorts and started laughing along at you.

You had never felt so publicly shamed in your life, and you realized that you were dead wrong to assume that Rafe had changed at all.

You didn’t think he could ever turn over a new leaf now.

Hot tears sprang to your eyes as you ran out of the cafeteria, sprinting to a bathroom stall to lock yourself in as you cried.

After 5 minutes of ugly sobbing, you finally collected yourself and decided to go to the front office to see if they could help you.

Not wanting to mention the fact that you had been pranked, you tied your sweater around your waist and asked them if they had shorts you could borrow.

Luckily enough for you, they did and you were able to get changed as everyone in the lunch period filtered out to their next classes.

You grabbed a note from the office before rushing to your class, 3 minutes after the final bell had rung.

Entering the classroom, you tried to ignore the soft chuckled and looks of recognition you got, but your stomach clenched when you realized there was only one seat left.

Right in front of Rafe.

He sneered at you as you sat down, and you did your best to ignore him.

Halfway through class, his hot breath at your ear nearly made you jump out of your skin.

“Why were you so late to class, huh? Already running to mommy and daddy to tattle?” His whispered voice gave you chills and you ignored him, with great difficulty.

After whispering to you several more times and trying to get a rise out of you, he seemingly gave up.

Until you felt his finger hook underneath your bra strap at your back, pulling it back before snapping it against your skin.

You let out a gasp before spinning around in your chair to glare at him, “what’s your problem?!”

Rafe’s lips curled into a small smirk before responding, “what? I didn’t do anything.”

At this point your English teacher had noticed your outburst, walking over to you and Rafe with a stern look.

“Why are you disrupting my lesson? This better be good.”

You parted your lips, ready to respond, but Rafe beat you to it.

“I don’t know what’s going on with her, she just snapped at me,” he laid the charm on thick and you rolled your eyes.

“He’s lying!”

“Quiet, both of you! I don’t want to hear a word from either of you the rest of this class.” She chastised you, and you felt your cheeks burn with shame.

It just reminded you of him getting you in trouble years ago and you couldn’t believe that history was repeating itself.

The rest of your freshman year was no easier, with Rafe continuing to torture you and try to get you in trouble at school.

He never missed an opportunity to call you a ‘dirty Pogue,’ or shove you against the hard lockers whenever he spotted you in the hall.

Of course, no matter how many times you reported this to the school, often with witnesses, they always had their hands tied behind their back and deep in the pockets of Ward Cameron, who used his money and influence to shield his golden child of any and all consequences for his actions.

Sophomore year, his preferred method of torture was having his buddies pick on you in gym class. They would pummel you with dodgeballs as you huddled in the corner, the gym teacher laughing too hard to stop them.

Junior year, he broke into your locker, stealing all of your textbooks and breaking the locker door. Conveniently, the cameras were down that day and because you couldn’t prove that Rafe had done it, you and your parents had to pay for new textbooks and a new locker door.

Senior year, he and all of his friends on the football team took immense sadistic pleasure from whistling at and catcalling you whenever they saw you, albeit in or out of school.

You never assumed that he had suddenly had a change of heart about you and was now interested in you. No, you knew that this was just Rafe trying to get under your skin and make you as uncomfortable as possible.

To him, harassing you had clearly become a game, one that you were growing extremely weary of as it went ignored by school staff for longer and longer.

The sick grin that would spread across his face as you squirmed in front of him proved how much he enjoyed toying with you.

Despite Rafe literally chasing you down the hallway while repeatedly calling you a ‘slut’ at full volume because you had worn a shorter skirt to school than usual one time, none of the teacher or administrators ever took your side.

For four years, Rafe Cameron made your life a living hell, and you still just couldn’t understand why.

Yes, he hated Pogues, that much was clear to you after seeing his treatment of your friends, but he seemed to harbor a deeper resentment towards you than he did towards anyone else.

No one else was ever on the receiving end of such hateful and calculated behavior, and your friends all agreed that he seemed to have it out for you specifically.

When graduation rolled around, you were less excited about graduating high school than you were to finally be done with Rafe.

Considering the fact that you were off to college while he was going to community college in Outer Banks also gave you a sense of pride. Despite his wealthy background and many privileges, you were still starting your future on a better foot, looking forward to attending Duke University on a full ride scholarship.

Your first year there was a dream come true, a whirlwind of meeting new friends, working hard in your classes, and going out to parties for the first time.

Without Pogue vs Kook bullshit poisoning the air, you found that you were finally able to be yourself and find your real identity.

Dating was still somewhat new to you, but you had at the very least lost your virginity first semester of college on a hookup with a cute guy.

It wasn’t anything special, but it could have been worse, and you were just excited to get more experience as college went on.

After the second semester ended, you packed up your dorm room to move back to Outer Banks for the summer, excited to reconnect with old friends.

Which is how you found yourself in the front seat of your friend’s car, parked in the driveway outside of a huge house party as you quickly fixed your make up last minute.

“Let’s go, Y/N! My pregame buzz is already starting to wear off!” Olivia complained from the backseat and you quickly put away your makeup before giving yourself a once over in the car mirror.

“Are you really trying that hard to impress Outer Banks boys when the Duke hotties are just a summer away??” Jade asked beside you.

“I just want to be ready for whatever the night brings,” you giggled. “I’m keeping my options open for now.”

The girls laughed along with you.

“Well you look hot as fuck already, let’s gooo!” Jade opened her car door and stepped out before you could get another word in.

“Okay, fine!”

You stepped out of the car, feeling very confident in your short party dress and heels.

Walking up to the large, imposing house, you could already hear the music pulsing loudly from inside. There were people standing outside to talk and you recognized one or two of them, saying “hi!” on your way in.

Everything was much louder inside the luxurious house, which was absolutely packed with people. The deep bass of the music rumbled throughout the house, rattling around in your ribcage.

Since Olivia and Jade had gone to parties here before, you let them lead you into the kitchen where the drinks were.

A large variety of beers, hard liquor, seltzers, and jungle juice greeted you inside, but you headed straight for the jungle juice.

“Ooh it’s blue tonight!” Olivia noticed, “I bet it’s gonna be super sour.”

You poured yourself a glass before taking a sip to try it. It tasted like blue raspberry, and the alcohol level made you gag in surprise at first, but on the second try you found that you liked it a lot.

“It’s good! Wait should we all do a shot together too?” You locked eyes with your friends, a mischievous grin spreading across your face.

“Fuck yes,” Olivia cheered.

“I’m in!” Jade added and you poured out 3 shots.

Grabbing your shot glass, you raised it up, along with the other girls.

“Cheers!” You clinked them together, then tapped it down onto the table once before throwing it back.

“Okay, can we find the hot guys now?” Olivia joked and you nodded in agreement, reaching to pick up your drink.

Your hand slipped as you grabbed the plastic glass however, and it fell off the counter, spilling it’s contents all over the floor.

“Shit!” You cursed, looking around for some paper towels.

Your friends grabbed a roll off the fridge and handed it to you.

“Ugh I’m sorry!” You apologized as you got onto your hands and knees to clean up the mess. “Hey, you guys should scope out the people in the next room.”

“Ooh that’s a good idea! Let’s go Liv!” Jade grabbed Olivia by the arm and pulled her out of the kitchen, leaving you alone to mop up the sticky drink with paper towels.

“Y/N Y/L/N,” Rafe’s easily recognizable drawl made goosebumps erupt across your skin, and you froze in place. “Didn’t expect to see you here tonight.”

All of the sounds of the party seemed to zone out as you quickly stood up, turning to face him.

When you looked up at the man who now towered far above you, you could tell that he had changed in the year since you last saw him.

Rafe had never been a skinny guy, especially when he had played football throughout high school, but now he seemed more ripped than you had ever seen him. Clearly he had been using a lot of his time away from school to build up his physique.

You also noticed that he seemed to have grown into his face more, looking more lean and handsome than he did in high school.

The smirk that was plastered on his face was all too familiar to you though. It was the look he always had when he was playing games with you.

“Hi, Rafe,” you nervously answered. “I could say the same.”

He paused, his gaze flitting down before slowly working its way up your body. His blue eyes narrowed as they met yours and you repressed a full body shiver.

“It’s my house,” he took a step closer to you and you instinctively took one back. He chuckled at that. “That’s why I’m so surprised to see you, ‘specifically looking so dolled up.”

His words surprised you and you mentally kicked yourself for not pressing the girls for more details about whose party you were going to.

Honestly you were just surprised and a little hurt that Olivia and Jade would choose to bring you here knowing your history with Rafe.

“I- I had no clue this was your house,” you stammered, taking another step back to create more space between you and the taller man.

Despite the muffled sounds of the party around you, and the knowledge that your friends were just down the hall, you felt so incredibly alone in the now all too cramped kitchen.

“How’s Duke been treating you?” His face was even, but his nasally tone betrayed a hint of disdain.

“It’s been…” you paused, unsure what the best thing to say would be. “It’s been really good. My first year was easier than I expected, but still interesting.”

He was silent, just studying your face for a moment. Rafe’s nose twitched before he let out a flat, “that’s good.”

Already feeling a heightened anxiety from being around him, and feeling distrustful about his questions, you were ready to exit this conversation.

With your drink clutched in your hand, you made a weak excuse about needing to catch up with Olivia and Jade before trying to walk around him.

You were shocked however when he suddenly moved as you walked by, his fingers wrapping around your arm just above your elbow and stopping you in your tracks.

“What are you doing? Let go of me,” You demanded, looking up at him in confusion and trying to tug your arm out of his grasp.

He moved in front of you, blocking your exit path with his grip still firm on your arm.

“C’mon, wait a second, I- I feel like we got off on the wrong foot. I know I was really an asshole to you when we were younger, but that was so long ago, y’know? Could you just let me apologize to you?”

His words came out somewhat stammered, but still confident, and due to the forced proximity you could probably deduce why.

Rafe’s pupils were blown wide, his free hand gesturing in a jittery manner that could only point to one conclusion.

He was high as fuck.

“Please just- let go of me!” You begged with him again.

His eyes darkened, jaw tightening in annoyance as he looked down his nose at you. Rafe huffed, his lips parting to say something else but he was interrupted.

“Hey, what the fuck is going on here?”

You had never felt happier to hear Olivia’s voice. Glancing over Rafe’s shoulder, you could see her and Jade standing in the doorway glaring at Rafe.

Rafe immediately released you and you quickly rushed over to your friends.

“We were just catching up,” Rafe spoke with a casual ease as he turned to face you, like he hadn’t just corned you all alone at his party. It reminded you of all of the times you had tried to report him to teachers, only for him to sweet talk his way out of punishment.

“See ya around, Y/N.”

You shot him a dirty look before rushing out of the kitchen with Olivia and Jade in tow.

“What was that??” Jade asked as soon as the three of you were in the crowded living room.

“Better question, did you guys know this was Rafe Cameron’s house?” You angrily asked them.

You were still feeling shaken by the interaction. Maybe you should have anticipated that he would at the very least be at this party, but you had never expected he would be the one hosting it.

Olivia’s face dropped and she anxiously apologized, “Oh shit, I’m sorry. I honestly figured we wouldn’t run into him since there’s always just so many people here.”

“It’s okay,” you sighed. “He’s just being his normal, weird and creepy self. We probably won’t even see him again the rest of the night.”

You took a large swig of your drink to calm your nerves.

What this night needed was a distraction from Rafe Cameron, and you, Jade, and Olivia were still determined to have a good time tonight.

The three of you walked through the large house, coming across many familiar faces from high school.

Even while catching up with old friends though, you felt incredibly uneasy.

The feeling that there was a pair of eyes trained on you was burning at the back of your neck, and you weren’t surprised when you peeked behind yourself at one point to spot Rafe standing about 10 feet away among a group of guys.

Even when you met his gaze, his eyes didn’t flick away, and you shivered as he took a long drink from his solo cup, eyes never leaving yours.

Turning away from him and tuning your attention back into your friends, you couldn’t help but question yourself.

Were you crazy or was he looking at you differently?

The only times that he had even shown any interest in talking with you was before he was about to publicly humiliate you in some horrible way, but this time felt different.

There was something more behind his eyes that you couldn’t identify that raised alarms in your head.

No matter where you, Jade, and Olivia went, it seemed like Rafe wasn’t far behind. Despite joining the different groups nestled just out of view, you would catch a glimpse of him that would spike your pulse.

Your paranoia didn’t want you to get another drink. You felt almost unreasonably nervous about what might happen if Rafe trapped you alone, but you felt reassured by Jade and Olivia’s presence, emboldening you to serve yourself one more cup of the jungle juice.

That confidence quickly fizzled however, when halfway through finishing your drink, Jade found a cute guy to hook up with and split off from you and Olivia.

Olivia was quick to leave as well, despite your pleas that she stay with you, “there’s plenty of people you know here, Y/N! Just lighten up a bit, you’ll be fine!”

With neither of your friends beside you, you suddenly felt very alone and you looked around the room, hoping to find any high school acquaintances you could catch up with to avoid the awkward nervousness you felt right now.

Unluckily, you didn’t recognize anyone, so you threw back the rest of your drink and started making the rounds.

Downstairs yielded no results, so you made your way upstairs, hoping to find either Olivia and Jade or other friends to talk to.

You checked several rooms only to be unsuccessful in finding anyone that you knew.

Jade and Olivia hadn’t been responding to your texts and you were starting to get annoyed.

Upon finding another empty bedroom, you frustratedly sat down, pulling your phone out of your pocket to call one of them.

The sound of the door closing caught your attention, and you raised your head to see Rafe Cameron standing in front of the now closed bedroom door.

“Rafe?” Confusion tinged your shaky voice as you sat up, staring at him in the dimly lit room.

He got closer to the bed, never taking his eyes off of you. “D’you have any clue how crazy you drove me all through high school?”

A pit began to form in your stomach at his words and your throat felt tight as you looked up at the imposing blond.

His hair was disheveled, words slurring together as his angry blue eyes cut through you.

“What the hell are you talking about? If I remember correctly, you were the one torturing me!” You snipped back at him.

“You have no idea-” he sniffed, rubbing a shaky finger under his nose. “You think you’re so much better than me, hm?”

Rafe took another step closer and you shrunk in on yourself nervously, eyes darting to the door behind his looming figure. He seemed much more drunk and high now, a fact that made you even more uncomfortable.

“I- I don’t think that Rafe,” you stammered. “I never said that-”

“You didn’t have to, Y/N,” he bitterly sneered. “Y’moved out of Outer Banks for a year and now you think that makes you feel so high and mighty around the rest of us.”

“Rafe-”

“What makes you so special, hm?” He spat out, moving closer, now inches away from where you sat on the bed.

Your body was buzzing with anxious energy, but you felt frozen to the spot, completely caught off guard by this outburst from Rafe. There was nothing you could do to get yourself to move.

You had encountered Rafe when he had been drunk or high several times before, he was no stranger to coming to high school intoxicated. But you had never been trapped alone with him and completely at his mercy before and you couldn’t push down the nagging feeling that something awful was about to happen if you didn’t leave the room.

“You’re just Pogue trash, and let’s be real, it won’t be long till you fail out of college and you’re walking the streets of Outer Banks like the slut you are,” he growled and your cheeks heated up in anger.

You brought one arm up to push him back from you, but he snatched your wrist, fingers tightening around you painfully.

You let out a cry when he twisted your arm behind your back and he chuckled at the tears kissing your waterline.

“Still just the same uptight bitch you’ve always been, huh?” His eyes flitted down to your lips for a moment. He was so close you could clearly smell the alcohol on his hot breath.

“Let go of me, Rafe,” you whispered, voice shaking with fear. Sure, Rafe had been a nightmare before, but you never even imagined he would take it this far.

The taller man let out a short chuckle that sent a chill up your spine.

“Or what?” He smirked down at you, clearly enjoying your dismay at the situation he had forced you into. “Gonna tattle to a teacher?”

Your chest and throat felt tight, panic beginning to build inside you as you tried to deny what you were sure couldn’t be true.

“This isn’t fucking funny, Rafe.” You weakly tried, desperately hoping that this was just another one of his twisted pranks that he was taking too far to watch you squirm.

“You still think this is a joke, sweetheart?” He sneered, Figure Eight cockiness dripping from his nasally voice.

Time seemed to slow as Rafe leaned down, his lips covering yours as he released your wrist and locked his arm around the small of your back.

For a moment you were too shocked to react, but you quickly reached one arm up to push at his chest. Instead of pushing him away from you however, your force made you fall back against the bed, bringing him down with you.

He shamelessly grabbed at your waist, before trailing up, hands reaching past the neckline of your dress and traveling up to grope your tits as his lips found yours again.

You could barely process what was happening, your head still spinning from the alcohol. Rafe’s lips moved against yours, trailing across your cheek when your turned your head away from him to gasp for air.

One of his hands roughly grabbed your chin, pulling your jaw back towards him, and your stomach flipped at the feeling of him pushing his tongue into your mouth and groaning into the kiss.

When he shifted on top of you, grabbing your legs and spreading them apart, you struggled against him. Squirming on the bed, you managed to crawl away from him a bit, but his large hands grabbed your legs, pulling you back underneath him.

You froze when his fingers wrapped around your throat and you looked up at him with wide, nervous eyes.

“Stop fucking moving,” he huffed, forcing his free hand between your legs. He roughly pushed your dress up, pausing when he drank in your pink, lacy panties underneath.

Rafe licked his lips, a cruel smirk spreading across his face, “guess you’re not so innocent anymore, huh?”

Tears filled your eyes as you squirmed beneath him and the hand at your throat pressed down harder, pinning you in place.

His fingers ghosted over your core and you tilted your hips away from him, squeezing your thighs shut against his wandering hand.

Rafe’s eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, his blue eyes darkening as he scowled down at you.

“Y’know, I was almost gonna be nice to you…” His scowl disappeared as he trailed off, his pink lips curving into a sick grin. “But if you want to make this difficult, I can make it difficult too.”

You watched with fearful eyes as he reared one hand back, unable to flinch away due to his iron grip on your throat.

The cacophony of the party muffled your cry of pain when he slapped you hard. His golden rings made your cheek sting even more and you could stop your tears from spilling over.

Your ears were still ringing when you felt his hand leave your throat, but you were too dazed from the slap to react. Rafe’s impatient fingers dug into the skin of your thighs as he pulled your panties down your legs.

Time slowed as you could hear your heart thundering in your chest and you leaned up on your elbows to watch Rafe push his shorts down before palming his already hard cock. He was bigger than the guy you lost your virginity to, and much thicker.

Tongue thick and heavy in your mouth, you tried to tell him to stop, but the blood was rushing in your ears so loudly you couldn’t hear your own voice.

Rafe heard you though, and you watched him roll his eyes before ignoring your pleas.

He shifted on top of you, roughly parting your legs before placing himself between them. The blond wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, guiding it to your core and you struggled beneath him when he dragged the tip along your already slick lips.

“Fuck-” his low groan made your stomach flip. You reached up one hand to weakly push at his shoulders, but he swatted you away.

There was nothing you could do but watch as he planted one hand on the mattress to brace himself before pushing the tip of his cock between your folds and forcing himself inside your tight cunt.

“Rafe-” Your protest was cut off when his hand slapped over your mouth. Hot tears fell past your lashes as Rafe slowly stretched you out inch by inch.

His piercing eyes never left yours, watching your face with a sick delight as he violated you.

You shifted uncomfortably beneath him as he split you open, and you winced when he grabbed your arm, fingers digging in to your tender flesh.

You whimpered when his tip grazed your cervix. The blond tilted his hips back before pushing himself deep into you again.

Rafe let out a shaky breath, his cock twitching as you squeezed around him.

“Shit, if I knew you felt this good, I would’ve tried you out years ago,” he chuckled darkly, words slurring together.

His hand was removed from your mouth only to be replaced by his lips. You shuddered when he forced his tongue into your mouth, and you could taste the liquor on his lips.

Rafe pulled away from the kiss as he slowly began rocking his hips back and forth, stretching you out around his thick cock again and again.

Your hands came to his shoulders, nails digging in to his tanned skin as you tried to slow his pace.

Unfortunately, your attempts only amused Rafe, who sneered down at you cruelly before picking up his pace, forcing himself deep into your snug walls.

Intoxication clouded your mind, and the room seemed to be spinning even faster now.

“Fuck-” you moaned when he hit a spot that made you see stars. “Mm please-”

You were momentarily broken from the spell however when one of Rafe’s strong hands wrapped around your throat, stealing your breath.

When you tensed in fear, involuntarily squeezing around his cock, Rafe groaned, watching your misty, fearful eyes roll back in your head with each thrust.

“You look so pretty right now, Y/N. All teary eyed and cock drunk,” the blond whispered.

You wanted so badly to be able to escape, to avoid the wicked things he was doing to you, but you were so painfully aware, as every sensation was heightened by your terror.

Hips still snapping against yours, Rafe leaned down, his hungry lips finding yours. With his hand at your throat, you couldn’t turn away, and you clenched around him when he pushed his tongue into your mouth. His lips slid over yours greedily, refusing to stop until you clutched at the hand at your throat.

You took a gasping breath when he finally pulled away, your tears falling more freely now, and Rafe kissed your cheeks, licking up your salty tears.

“Perfect little Y/N is such a mess, huh?” He mocked you, mumbling against your skin before sloppily kissing you again.

You couldn’t deny the overwhelming feeling building between your legs, no matter how much it disgusted you. Shame clutched you when you felt yourself growing slicker with his every thrust.

“Don’t-” you whimpered when he hit a sensitive spot. “Stop-!”

Your assailant snickered at that, relishing your pitiful protests, “do you even know what you want right now? Y’think you’re so smart, till you take some cock and you turn into a stupid slut.”

His degrading words cut deep and your cheeks flushed in humiliation, tears spilling past your lashes.

Rafe’s pace was downright punishing, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass along with the lewd sounds of your wetness filled the room, punctuated by your whimpers and the coerced moans he drew out of you.

Hatred and resentment burned behind his blue eyes as he watched you squirm beneath him, only taking his eyes off of your face to watch his cock push in and out of your tight cunt.

Drawing even closer to the edge, you could feel the dam inside of you ready to burst, and Rafe could too; you were practically pulsing around him now.

“Yeah, that’s it sweetheart.” His low, nasally voice made your stomach flip, and you squeezed your eyes shut as you tried to resist the inevitable. “Just do the one thing stupid sluts like you are good for and make a mess all over my cock.”

With another thrust, the dam burst, and you whined as your orgasm cut through you.

Rafe fucked you through it, cursing when he felt you squeezing around him like a vice. His grip on your throat tightened as his pace reached a crescendo.

“Fuck-” he growled, his hips stuttering before he pushed deep into you one more time, painting your walls with his sticky cum.

You squirmed beneath him, trying to push him off of you, but he easily grabbed your wrists, pining them down as he stayed buried inside you. You felt nauseous when his cock pulsed as you struggled, the reminder that he was still getting off on your distress was sickening.

His lips draped over yours again and you whimpered into the kiss, body still shaking as you tried to wrap your head around what had just happened.

By the time he broke the kiss, your head was spinning, and you somehow felt more drunk than when you had first entered the room.

When Rafe finally pulled out of you, you shuddered because you could feel his cum slowly leaking out of you.

Instead of getting off the bed like you expected, the blond shifted on top of you, lowering himself to get a better view of your sore pussy.

“Shit, Y/N, hope you’re on a good birth control,” he chuckled wickedly, and you squirmed when he used two fingers to push his cum deep inside of your sensitive cunt. “Cause there’s no way in hell I’m paying child support for some Pogue brat.”

Your cheeks burned in anger and shame, fear and disgust sparking in your gut at his words.

Rafe pulled his fingers out and climbed off the bed, quickly pulling his clothes back on before seemingly looking around for something as you slowly sat up.

He found what he was looking for, picking up your pink panties from the ground before locking eyes with you and then stuffing them into his pocket.

You shivered as he triumphantly smirked down at you, “I’m gonna.. get back to the party... You should clean yourself up, you look pathetic right now.”

Embarrassed, you looked down at the bed, not wanting to meet his eyes as he further humiliated you.

“And uh, don’t let me catch you alone again, Y/N,” Rafe sneered, laughing as he closed the door behind him.

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evermoresversion · 1 year ago

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hello, could you please please please write a JJ Maybank one shot where he had always liked John B's girlfriend (not Sarah, the reader) and he always thought that he was really good hidding it it was pretty obvious. So when John B and the reader break up in good terms cause they don't feel like before, John B is like "bro you should totally tell her that you like her"

HIDING FEELINGS, JJ MAYBANK.

A/N It's been a while since I haven't written for this gorgeous boy.

PAIRING JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader, John B x Fem!Reader (Girlfriend at first)

TW/TAGS Mentions of breaking up, slight jealousy, love confessions.

SUMMARY You were his best friend's girlfriend, even though he was so in love with you he kept it all to himself because after all he wanted to see you and John B happy. But one day you and John B break up, and that ends in a confession from JJ and you.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN | JJ'S MASTERLIST | MASTERLIST

Before you and John B started a relationship, you were best friends.

It was like, you told each other everything, absolutely everything, so you agreed if both ever break up, it would end well.

But that was still not the case.

"Yes! That's it, baby." John B congratulated you, bumping your hand with his and then hugging you by the shoulders and placing a kiss on your lips.

JJ witnessed it all, tried his best to hide his disgusted face that his best friend kissed his girl.

It sounded stupid, because she was his best friend's girlfriend, so he decided to keep hiding what he felt.

He thought he was doing an excellent job, but John B could see through him like glass. So he decided to play dumb to see how far JJ could go.

That same afternoon John B carried out his plan to find out if his assumption was correct. So he was more affectionate with you all day. Paying full attention to how the blond responded.

"Okay, now it's my turn on y/n's team." JJ interfered seeing that the kiss that you and John B were sharing became more intense.

"Alright." You chuckled letting go of John B who moved to Kiara's side.

JJ tossed the ping pong ball, causing it to go into one of the red plastic cups, you jumped for the achievement and he faced you, picking you up and spinning you in the air making you laugh.

And as soon as he put you down and looked at you in such a… different way, John B realized that JJ did indeed have feelings for you.

"Drink, drink, drink." you and JJ chanted in unison watching Kiara take one of the shots from the table.

"Shitt, I'm already dizzy." the brunnete announced walking towards the couch to sit down.

"That means we won." you declared with a victorious smile looking at JJ and then at your boyfriend.

"Who? You and him?" you nodded when John B pointed at you and JJ. "That's not fair, I was on your team before, love."

"But JJ made the final shot, honey." you challenged your boyfriend and he raised his eyebrows in surprise and amusement.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah."

"She's right, man." JJ added putting his arm around your shoulders.

"Thanks, J."

"It still doesn't seem fair to me, but I know that I will never beat you both together, you are stubborn as mules."

"Fuck off." you laughed removing JJ's arm from your shoulders to walk towards John B who received you in his arms.

"Okay guys, we're leaving, rest."

"Good night, guys."

"Good night." Kiara said goodbye with her eyes closed on the couch.

JJ sat next to her thinking about that afternoon y'all spent together.

"Hey, you should hide your jealousy better." Kiara commented, making JJ look at her immediately.

"I don't know what are you talking about."

"We all know you like y/n, except for her apparently." He tapped JJ's knee twice to get up and lie down better on the couch.

Maybe he wasn't hiding his feelings as well as he thought.

A couple of weeks passed and things between you and John B started to cool down.

You felt like just best friends again, not a couple.

So you both decided to break up but on good terms, still being best friends.

JJ was at the chateau fixing his motorcycle when John B showed up to break the news.

"Hey man, uh y/n and I broke up." that sentence made JJ's heart stop. He looked at his best friend looking for him to feel sad or having a bad time but he looked completely fine, he was even smiling.

Still he wanted to make sure that everything was completely fine. "Are you okay? Do you want to talk or something?"

He approached his best friend while cleaning his hands with an old rag.

"Yes I think so." John B scratched the back of his neck and gave him an amused smile. JJ fell silent for him to continue talking. "Bro, you should totally tell her that you like her."

Well, that had taken JJ off guard, he thought that only Kiara had realized what he felt for the other girl in the group, since she is the smartest of all, besides Pope, even so he was surprised that John B noticed.

"What?" he tried to play dumb but John B let out a laugh.

"You're not very good at hiding what you feel."

"And she knows...?" John B immediately denied the blonde's question.

"Oh no, she has a little trouble taking hints, it took her months to figure out that I liked her." he explained and JJ nodded. That sounded like y/n, his y/n. The girl he was madly in love with.

"So what are you waiting for? Go tell her." John B hurried him on and he nodded frantically tossing the rag into the toolbox and John B tossing him the twinkie keys.

"Thanks dude."

"I know you're the one for her and she for you." John B said and JJ smiled walking out of the house.

He drove up to your house where you were already sitting on the steps of the house porch and you frowned when you saw the twinkie. You thought John B was back or something but you were surprised to see JJ get out of the van.

You put the divider of your book between the page you were reading and got up to go to JJ.

"J, what are you doing here?"

"I like you." he snapped and your eyes widened in surprise.

"What?"

"I've always liked you but I kept quiet about it because you were my best friend's girlfriend but now I can shout it out for everyone to know, I like you, I love you, I always have." He spoke quickly and you took him by the collar of the shirt to stamp your lips with his.

He was surprised but didn't complain and he followed the kiss taking you by the waist to get closer to him.

When you parted you were finally able to confess what you felt.

"I like you too, I told John B and we decided it was better to end, besides it wasn't the same anymore." JJ chuckled softly in denial knowing that John B had practically brought the two of you together.

His two best friends.

"Then we owe it to John B." He said joining his forehead with yours and you nodded with a smile.

"I guess so."

#val's version #jj maybank #jj maybank fanfic #jj maybank imagines #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x reader #outer banks fanfic #outer banks imagines #outer banks imagine #outer banks #obx imagines #obx imagine #obx fanfic #obx #evermoresversion

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mazdoe · 2 years ago

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First Date at the Rave´N

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x fem! reader.

Summary: Wednesday is loosing her sanity or so she thinks, all because she just can't explain why she can't hold her tongue around you. Its like your presence alone makes her want to tell you how she feels about you.

Warnings: Non just Fluff. Very in love Wednesday. Aged up Wednesday to 18/19. English is not my first Language.

"EniD help me" Wednesday demands as she found her mind wander of to y/n again. "She is doing it again!!" she almost screeched. "She is doing what again Wednesday?" enid asked, pretending to be clueless. Even tho she knew exactly what Wednesday meant. For weeks actually since y/n ´s first day at Nevermore academy has Wednesday been acting strange more than usual some would say she has lost her mind completely now.

At first she thought that the Murderer that was roaming the Forest around Nevermore was the cause of her problems, she almost got excited. But as soon as y/n entered Wednesdays field of vision her mind seems to go bonkers, all she can think about is her eyes or the sweet vanilla scent of her hair. On particularly bad days she can't seem to even form the most simpel of sentence. Wednesday really hoped she was growing insane, but after telling Enid about her so called symptoms. And Enid had the nerve to just laugh in her face.

But now it's different, Wednesday asked y/n to be her date for the dance. She actually didn't want to go, but when she meet y/n after class at the greenhouse her tongue just got loose and she asked if she wanted to go to the dance with her. And to Wednesdays surprise she said yes.

"It's terrible! Just terrible" Wednesday repeated while walking up and down the dorm in the beautiful dress Thing had picked out for her. "Everything is gonna be great Wednesday, she said yes that means she likes you, doesn't it. And judging by the bit of blush on your face you do like her too." Enid laughed as Wednesday frantically searches for a mirror. "How do I get the color off of my face" Wednesday asked frantically. "I have to be at y/n´s Door in like 5 min, How do I look normal again?".

A knock on your door makes you get up from your uncomfortable position on your bed. You almost slip on your gown before you finally get ahold of the doorknob. "Hey Wednesday" you said feeling the heat creeping up your face. She looks so Beautiful in her Black dress "you look pretty" "What did you say y/n?"

"ahh I said you look shitty..good night! I...I mean lets have a good Night hehe!". You could face palm yourself for that last sentence, now it sounds like you don't wanna go even tho, you hoped to get asked by her so despradly, you asked Enid almost every day if Wednesday already had a date and ofc now that she is picking you up you have to blow it.

But to your surprise a smile tugged at the corner of her lips instead as she offers you her hand to take, wich you gladly except feeling tiny butterflies in your stomach as your warm hand fits almost perfectly into her cold one.

You got into the venue as some of the last people, still holing tightly onto your Hand, Wednesday lead you to the dance floor just in time for the Dj to start a new song. Unsure of what to do now you just started to sway lightly, watching Wednesday closely as she danced, joining her soon. She twirled you around for a second before throwing her arms into the air again, her eyes never leaving yours as you tried to mirror her movements.

A breathless Laugh escaped your lips as a slower song started to play, and Wednesday dragged you on the dance Floor once again. Her hand held tightly onto your waist as she pressed herself closer to you as you slow danced. Faces only a few centimeters away from each other.

You could feel her eyes staring at your Lips, almost like she wanted to rip them off and keep them to herself. A quick glance into her desire field eyes, made you softly press your lips onto hers, hands placed other shoulders as you looked back up to her. "You still think I look shitty y/n?". Heat creeps into your face once again, this time you were sure you looked like an over ripe tomato. "you know I didn't mean it that way" you whispered but she heard.

A Hand tightly around your wrist as she tugged on your arm dragging you out of the Festival and into the shade of the Building as she tilted your chin up, eagerly pressing her lightly shaped lips onto yours. Engulfing your Lips in a passionate Kiss. "I love you y/n".

------------------------------------------------------------------------------A/N: Just so you guys know I also do requests for the Wednesday (2022) Fandom, if you have anything that you would like me to write just let me know. I also apologize for any mistakes I made language wise.

#wednesday × reader #wednesday x you #wednesday × y/n #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams × you #wednesday addams x y/n #wednesday addams #wednesday

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maximons · 3 years ago

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Back Together

Summary: Y/n L/n and Wanda Maximoff have been through hell and back. Y/n going missing shortly after the final battle with Thanos, and Wanda creating the Hex and dealing with the aftermath. After so long apart, what happens when they make their way back to each other?

Word Count: 8,992

Genre: Angst w/ a happy ending

Requested?: Yes

Warnings: Mentions of death, dismemberment, implied sex

A/N: Holy shitt, this is a long one. I really got carried away with this, but I hope you guys enjoy it, I worked on this one for days. Spoilers for Infinity War, Endgame, and Wandavision btw as if y’all need it lol Happy reading :)

The last 24 hours or at least to you were just...insane.

The last thing you remembered was being in Wakanda, fighting a bunch of aliens in an attempt to ward off another bunch of aliens from stealing the stone out of Vision’s head.

You had faced, what you assumed, was the main bad alien. Thanos, you think it was? It wasn’t really the time to remember names. You had seen Wanda, your best friend and the woman you were in love with, have to be the one to destroy the stone in Vision’s head. Killing the man that she was in love with.

As much as it hurt having to see the woman you loved love another, you weren’t about to let her go through this level of pain on her own.

You had the power of absorption. Basically, any material you laid your hands on you can instantly cover your body with. With the right ones, you could gain great strength and durability. You were also able to shift your hands into different types of weapons while in this state.

You were a pretty useful Avenger. Not the strongest by any means, but you were essential.

And you were gonna do your best to make sure you won.

You saw Thanos begin to make his way towards Wanda and Vision, and you realized you had to move fast. You ran over to where King T’Challa was laying, unconscious.

“Sorry about this, your highness. Please don’t sue me.” You rested your hand against his chest, quickly absorbing the material of his vibranium suit.

You ran back over to Thanos, shifting your right hand into a sharp blade, and swung. Your blade nicked the back of the titan’s legs, making him fall to his knees. He quickly recovered, and turned to you, but you held your ground. You lasted for a surprisingly long time, and if this wasn’t a drastic situation you would’ve bragged about it.

But unfortunately, your luck ran out. Thanos delivered a powerful blow to your stomach, and with the help of the power stone, it sent you flying several feet away. You landed on the ground hard, and fell unconscious. Armor shedding, returning you to your normal state.

You managed to buy Wanda enough time to destroy the mind stone, but it wasn’t enough.

Thanos reversed time, ripped the mind stone out of Visions head, and attached it to the gauntlet.

Then he snapped.

By the time you woke up, you looked over to see Wanda kneeling over Vision’s body.

“Wanda?...” You croaked out, hoping it was loud enough for her to hear. You saw her look up at you, her eyes widening. Before you could question why, you began to feel...odd. Almost as if your body was drifting away. You looked down towards your legs, and sure enough, you saw them begin to fade away into dust. Your head snapped back up to Wanda, your eyes now filling with panic, but before you could get a word out, you were gone.

For like five minutes.

Next thing you knew, you were waking up, still on the forest ground in Wakanda. You sat up and looked around, confused. Weren’t you just turning to dust? Why did it feel like you were just waking up from a nap?

You didn’t have time to process any of this though, because a man that looked like a wizard quickly told you that everyone needed your help at the Avengers compound, and he opened a portal for you to step through.

Fuck it. You stepped through, and were immediately thrown into another fight.

This one was way more intense than the last. Both sides had gigantic armies, it was survival of the fittest. A fight for all of humanity, more than that, all of existence.

And this time, you guys won. But not without sacrifice.

Tony was the one to deliver the final blow. He managed to get the infinity stones and gave the final snap, turning Thanos and his army into dust the way that you had not too long ago.

He didn’t survive.

And you try your hardest not to let the guilt swallow you because you knew you likely could’ve absorbed the energy and lived.

You also learned that in order to get the soul stone, someone had to give up their own. Clint was the one who made the jump, devastating his family when they returned and learned of his sacrifice. You saw the guilt start to consume Natasha as well.

And Wanda...she was far from okay.

While Vision’s technically been dead for five years now, to Wanda it was only moments ago. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what she was going through, and you weren’t sure how to comfort her. So, you simply walked up to her and pulled her into a tight hug. She reciprocated immediately and began crying into your shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, Wanda.” You whispered, hoping it would bring her even a tiny bit of comfort. She just continued crying, and you remained silent while rubbing her back.

Soon it was time for Tony’s funeral, and you stayed by Wanda’s side the entire time. You two didn’t exchange words, you were merely offering a friendly presence, and it seemed like that was all she needed. But shortly after the funeral, she took off.

She didn’t tell you where she was going or what she was doing, you weren’t even sure if she knew herself, she just told you to take care of yourself and left. You didn’t want to let her go, but you figured she needed time. You didn’t chase after her.

You were left alone. Not completely alone of course, but without Wanda it was like you were lost in a forest with no hope of escaping. You were now homeless, you lost two people that were like father figures to you, and now the love of your life had left without you. You didn’t know where to go from here.

So when Steve said he was going to travel through time to return the infinity stones, you offered him a helping hand. Surprisingly, he said yes.

The next day, you were fitted with a red and white suit which was pretty cool if you said so yourself, and hopped onto some sort of pad with Cap. You gave him a nod as he handed you the suitcase with the infinity stones inside. You watched him make the helmet form over his head as he picked up Thor’s hammer.

“I always knew I saw that thing move when you tried that night.” Steve chuckled and shrugged bashfully. You formed your own helmet over your face, and Bruce started the countdown.

“Alright, in five...four...three...two...”

You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the feeling of time travel, and before you knew it, you shrunk down and were off.

Things went bad, fast.

Bruce stated that you two would come back not long after you left. Sam, Bucky, and Natasha were waiting for your arrival, waiting for this thing to finally be over.

“And they’ll be back in five...four...three-” Before Bruce even finished the countdown, Steve had reappeared.

Without you.

“Steve!” Nat shouted as she ran over to him, the other three guys following. “What happened?”

Instead of answering the question, Steve made his helmet go away, and fell to his knees. The events of the past few days finally catching up to him. “I...” He got out before he let out a sob. Everyone looked down at him in worry, but waited for him to calm down so he could continue. A few moments later, he caught his breath. “We were on Morag, returning the power stone. We must have triggered something, because next thing we knew, we were surrounded. We tried to fend them off, but they overwhelmed us...She was taken.”

“Bruce can bring her back, right?” Sam asked, but Steve shook his head before he even finished the question.

“Her suit got damaged.”

“Well then lets go back and-” Nat started but Steve cut her off.

“We’re out of Pym Particles. Morag was our last stop, and the last bit was used to bring me back...” He trailed off, not being able to finish the sentence. Everyone knew what he was implying though, and they bowed their heads. Bucky was the one to speak up.

“She’s gone.”

Wanda was going through hell.

At Tony’s funeral, Natasha had informed her of what happened to Vision’s body. They had brought him back to the Avengers compound after Wakanda, but so much had happened after that. Since Tony was technically the synthezoid’s guardian, and Wanda had been blipped, he had final say over what happened to his corpse. The man was angry and bitter after their loss, so when SWORD approached him asking for Vis’s body, he turned it over without a second thought.

Let’s just say Wanda was less sad about Stark’s death after finding out.

She knew what she had to do after that. Vision deserved a proper burial, and she was going to bring him the justice he deserved. She had her own mission now. SWORD.

She had thought about bringing you along, she really did. She was so happy to see you alive on the battlefield, the sight of you fading away had burned itself into her memory just as much as seeing Vision be killed was. But by the time it got to Tony’s funeral she was numb, the events of the past few days catching up to her. She had one goal in mind at this point, and after thinking about it, she didn’t know what good bringing you along would do.

So she said goodbye, and set off.

After her discovery at SWORD, she pulled out the deed that she received a few days prior. Westview, New Jersey was her next stop. She drove through the town, taking it in, before she finally arrived at the address. It was an empty lot. She slowly made her way out of her car, bringing the deed with her, and walked to the center. She opened the deed and saw Vision’s note inside. To grow old in.

Tears began to well up in her eyes. He bought a house for them, for her. She felt like her legs were going to give out, but she stayed strong. She didn’t care how she looked to the residents of Westview, she felt like she was slowly dying.

And then her phone rang.

She wanted to ignore it, but she figured she could use the distraction from her slowly breaking heart. She pulled her phone out, and saw it was Steve. She did her best to calm herself down, and answered.

“Hello?”

“Hi, Wanda.” Steve sounded down. Something was up.

“Is everything alright, Steve?”

Steve sighed. “No...no, it’s not.”

“What happened?”

“I just got back from returning the Infinity Stones...Y/n came with me.”

Wanda’s breath hitched at the mention of your name. “Is she okay?”

“...No. She didn’t make it back.”

Wanda stopped breathing. No. No this couldn’t be happening. You were supposed to be alright, the one person who could never leave. Anger began to rise in her. “What do you mean she didn’t make it back?” She gritted out.

“It’s a very long and complicated story, but basically we had to go through time and space to return them. We got to our last stop, and we were ambushed. We were overpowered...”

“Well, go back and get her! Help her for fucks sakes!”

“Believe me Wanda, If I could, I would! The device that would’ve let Y/n return home was damaged in the fight, and there’s not enough power left for us to return to her.”

Wanda’s legs finally gave out, and she landed on her knees. “So...So what are you trying to say?”

“I’m saying...she’s gone.” Wanda let out a sob, her hand came to cover her mouth. “I am so sorry, but I figured you should know.” She didn’t have it in her to respond, so she simply hung up and began to break down.

She had officially lost everything. You were the last piece of hope she truly had in this world, and now you were gone. She had nothing. She felt her heart shatter, she was all alone. The phone and deed both fell out of her hands as she began to openly sob. She just wanted to fix it, she wanted everything back.

And then she exploded. Literally.

One Year Later

The grounds where The Avengers Compound used to reside were now completely abandoned. Some structure remained, telling those who might’ve passed by that this was once the home of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, but mostly it was covered in dirt, moss, and the growing weeds throughout the area.

But then, something started to happen. The first sign of life that this ground has seen in over a year. A mass of energy began to form, swirling as it got bigger. It grew, shining brighter for a few moments, until it exploded.

You came out.

You landed on your hands and knees, trying to catch your breath. Your once pristine Avengers suit, now in taters. The time traveling device on your wrist, held together with wires that were now falling apart.

“Fuck!” You let out, not enjoying the feeling of the trip. You took a moment to catch your breath, before quickly standing up. You took a look around, recognizing where you were. You took in a deep breath, relishing the fact that you were back on Earth.

More importantly, you were home.

“Yes!” You through your hands up in the air in excitement. “It worked!” You let out a joyful laugh, as you began sprinting. You had no idea where you were going, but you were to happy to care. You slowed to a stop after a few moments when the excitement died down, bringing your hand to the back of your neck to try and form your helmet that had your com inside. You shivered at the cold metallic feeling that hit your skin.

You had yet to get used to your newest change. Your hand was now gone, replaced with a metal one. It was similar to Bucky’s metal arm, but had that extraterrestrial vibe to it considering it came from space and all. As shitty as it was to lose a limb, you couldn’t help but be excited that you had a default material you could absorb without having to go searching for one.

Looking at the bright side and all.

You used your other, normal, hand to try to trigger the helmet instead. This time it worked. “Hello!? Is anyone there? Can anyone read me?” You heard a crackling sound on the other end and cursed internally. “Hello!? This is Y/n! I don’t know how long it’s been, but please tell me someone’s on the other end of this thing?” Still no answer.

“Shit.” You dropped the helmet and took off. You weren’t sure what to do, or how long it’s been. The compound was destroyed, the Avengers could be literally anywhere, and you had no way to contact them. You had one idea though.

You arrived in San Francisco, after trying to scrounge up as much money as you could for a bus ticket, and you were outside of what you remember to be Scott Lang’s house.

While you were on the run after the events of the Sokovia Accords, you made a point to visit Scott whenever you could. Even though you only met right before the airport battle, you two shared a wall in the Raft as your cells were placed right beside each other. You two got close, considering you shared similar personalities it wasn’t a shock.

You knocked on the door, praying to whatever God was out there that he would answer.

You almost cursed the the heavens when a teenage girl answered. You sighed, composing yourself. The girl had yet to speak, so you started. “I’m sorry, I must have the wrong address-”

“Y/n?”

You tilted your head in confusion, not sure how this girl knew you. Yeah, you were a famous Avenger, but the way she said it sounded like it was personal.

“Um...I’m sorry, do I know you?”

“It’s me. Cassie.” Your eyebrows shot up. What? Last time you checked Cassie was like 10 years old. Sensing your confusion, Cassie continued. “Y/n, it’s me. I haven’t seen you in 6 years. Everyone thought you were dead.” She threw your arms around you in a tight hug, and you hesitantly reciprocated, head still trying to catch up with what she said. “Hold on, I’ll get him.” She let go, and made her way back in the house. “Dad!” You heard her yell, but you remained frozen in place. A few moments later, then man you were looking for appeared.

“Y/n?” Your eyes snapped up, Scott stood there looking just as shocked as Cassie did moments before.

“Hi.” You breathed out, not sure what else to add. Scott simply pulled you into a tight hug, this time you reciprocated without hesitation.

After your reunion, you explained to Scott what happened to you. He in turn explained that it’s been over a year since Steve returned without you, and everyone had assumed you died. They even held a funeral for you. To you, it’s only been a few weeks, so this definitely came as a shock.

“So...what happened to everyone?”

Scott took a deep breath. “Well, I’m not always kept in the loop, but from what I know, Steve retired from being Cap and gave the title to Sam, who’s killing it by the way. Bucky tagged along with him. Natasha is still running missions here and there, so is Rhodey. Carol’s back in space, um...” Scott racked his brain, trying to think of what happened to the rest, but you only had one question on your mind.

“What about Wanda?”

Scott froze for a second, before he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. “Uh...yeah that one’s complicated.”

“What do you mean?”

“She...ugh, hold on.” He pulled out his phone and began typing, before he slid it over to you. You grabbed it and read the headline that was dated a little less than a year ago.

The Westview Anomaly: How Former Avenger, Wanda Maximoff, Terrorized An Innocent Suburban Town.

“She...kinda went nuts.” You heard Scott say, but you didn’t tear your eyes away from the phone, as you began to skim the article. You read how she created this sort of Hex, trapping civilians inside and mind controlled them to fill out her fantasy. You didn’t believe it, this wasn’t the Wanda you knew.

“What happened to her?”

Scott shrugged. “No one knows. She disappeared after, no one’s seen or heard from her since.” You remained silent, but Scott knew the determined look on your face. He sighed. “You’re gonna try to find her, aren’t you?” He knew about your feelings for the witch, you weren’t going to give up on her.

“I have to try.”

“As a misunderstood criminal myself, I can’t really tell you not to. Just...be careful.”

“I will.” You nodded, and Scott tilted his head.

“How are you gonna find her?”

You thought for a moment, before sighing. “I don’t know. She could be anywhere-” You cut yourself off as your eyes went wide in realization. “Wait, I got it!” You held out your metal hand so it was flat on the table, palm upwards, and a small hole opened up in the center of it. Scott’s eyes widened.

“That’s freaky.”

“Right?” You agreed with a laugh. “Let’s just hope ‘freaky’ helps me out here. I just need something of hers to get her location.” You thought for a moment, before reaching inside your suit with your other hand. You pulled at the necklace you were wearing before tearing it out. You had put it on right before you left with Steve, it had been yours for over a year, so you weren’t sure if this was gonna work.

You placed it in your hand, and watched as it was scanned. A few moments later, a small holographic of Earth appeared and a red dot began flashing on it. Thankfully, not in San Francisco as you had feared, but it looked to be somewhere in Eastern Europe. You let out a breath of relief. “I can’t believe that worked.”

“Me neither.” Scott laughed. “Well, looks like you know your next stop.”

“I just need a ride first.”

Scott thought for a minute. “I might be able to help with that.”

Scott had connections from his time with The Avengers, and him and Rhodey were still on good terms. Without letting it slip that you were back from the dead and you were on your way to go find a wanted fugitive, he managed to get you a jet. “Let’s hope you remember how to fly.” He joked and you laughed.

“It’s like riding a bike...I hope.” Scott laughed and patted your back. “Thank you Scott, I’m so happy to see that you’re okay.”

“And I’m happy to see you alive, Y/n.” He said genuinely, before he gave you another hug. “Keep in touch, alright?”

“You know it.”

He let you go and you began to make your way to the jet. “Good luck, Y/n.”

You climbed in the jet, and before you closed the hatch, you replied. “Let’s hope I don’t need it.” And with that, you took off.

After a few hours, you began to descend as you approached the, hopefully correct, location. You became confused and unsure as you began to dangerously descend into a bunch of trees, but you remained determined. Soon the trees turned into an open field, which was definitely safer, but still concerning.

“I guess she always was an outdoor person.” You said to yourself as you continued your descent. You were about to release the wheels, when everything began to glitch. “Fuck!” You cursed, beginning to frantically hit every switch you could, trying to regain control. You quickly noticed the tell-tale red wisps surround the jet before everything shut off, sending you plummeting. Quickly absorbed the metal of your hand, covering your entire body to protect yourself. Next thing you knew, you crashed.

You punched a hole into the side of the destroyed jet, making it big enough for you to crawl out. Once you did, you fell on your back, trying to catch your breath as your armor faded away. “What the hell?” You tried not to focus on the fact that you were now completely stranded as you sat up. You noticed the sole cabin in front of you. It was nice, bigger than a typical cabin, but smaller than an actual house. You went to bring the hologram back up on you hand, but before you could, you noticed a figure ascend from the building.

You squinted your eyes, trying to get a good look, but before you could, you were lifted from the ground. You were surrounded in familiar red wisps, as the figure floated closer to you. Upon closer inspection you saw who it was.

Wanda.

She dawned a brand new outfit, and you had to say it looked good. Like, really really good. This was not the time to focus on that though, as Wanda looked angry as she approached. You went to throw your hands up, but realized you couldn’t.

“Wanda! It’s me, it’s Y/n!” You pleaded. You saw Wanda’s eyes soften at your reveal, but she quickly tilted her head, expression becoming angrier. You were slammed down to the ground, being held in place as the witch landed as well.

“Y/n is...” She trailed off, but caught herself after a moment. “You’re not Y/n. Who are you really? I’ll give you one chance.”

“It’s me, it really is!” You struggled against your binds to grab the item from your pocket. You succeeded, as you pulled out her necklace. “I forgot to thank you for lending me this.”

Wanda’s eyes locked on the item in your hand, and gasped. She grabbed the item with her powers, floating it over to her hand. She inspected it, tears beginning to well up in her eyes as it hit her. It was you. She raised her hand to lift you and stand you up before undoing the binds.

You took a deep breath, relieved that she let you go. “Holy shit, someone’s been practicing.” You never remembered her being that powerful before, you truly missed a lot.

Wanda ignored your statement as she walked over to you, eyes refusing to tear away from you, afraid you’d disappear if they did. She reached you, and brought shaky hands up to your face. You grabbed both her wrists, and she finally noticed how one of you hands was now metal. She’d ask about it later, as she was just beyond happy to simply see you alive. “You’re...you’re really here.”

“I am.” You responded softly. “I’m here.”

Wanda couldn’t help herself as she wrapped her arms around you in a tight hug. She buried her face into your neck as you hugged her back just as tight. You guys stayed there for a few moments, before you spoke up.

“I’ve had a very long hard couple days. Actually few weeks...months? Time is kinda lost on me right now.” Wanda giggled against you as she pulled away, hands returning to your face. “You don’t happen to have a shower, do you?”

Wanda had welcomed you into her cabin. The first thing you did was shower and ate. Wanda had lent you some of her clothes, and you began to protest before Wanda worked her magic to get the clothes to fit you better seeing as you were taller than her.

You sat down with her at the table in the middle of her living room, and reached your hands out to her. She sat down and slowly grabbed them, still unsure if you were truly here. When she felt the warmth of your skin make contact with hers, she became more certain. You were here. You were real.

She took a moment to truly take you in before her attention turned to the metal hand that was grabbing her right one. She lifted it slightly. “What happened here?”

You sighed. “Well, long story short, when I went with Steve to return the stones, we were ambushed on a planet called Morag. They must’ve knocked me out, because when I came to, I was on another planet. I think it was called Xandar. Anyway, I tried to escape again, and I absorbed the concrete of the ground to try to fight back...turns out those guys had pretty powerful guns, because it blew my hand right off.” You felt Wanda’s hands tighten around your own. “I got away though, hitched a ride to yet another planet, Knowhere, and that was my saving grace cause I found a guy there that gave me this nifty little thing.” You gestured to your hand with a chuckle.

“And how did you get back?”

“That one I can’t really explain. I wasn’t really caught up to speed with the time travel rules before we left, so I really didn’t know how to get back on my own. The device on the suit had something to do with it I think, and the guy that helped me with my hand also managed to fix it and gave it enough power to get me home.” Wanda shook her head and looked down, trying to take all of this is in. You tightened your grip on her hands, giving her moment.

“I’m just...so happy you’re okay.” She whispered and you smiled.

“Me too. I really didn’t know what was gonna happen to me.” You let out a breath. “Okay, so enough about me. What’s going on with you? New outfit, new digs, you’re like way more powerful now then I remember. It’s been a year for you, hasn’t it?”

Wanda chuckled as she let go of your hands, sitting up. “You could say that.”

You paused, unsure of how to gently ask your next question. After thinking on it, you figured it was best to just rip the band aid off. “What happened in Westview?”

Wanda’s eyes snapped up to yours. “How did you know about that?” She asked, now very defensive.

You lifted your hands up in surrender. “I went to see Scott, he showed me the news articles about it.”

Wanda groaned and stood up, beginning to walk away from you. “Whatever he told you, whatever they’re saying, it isn’t true.”

“I know Wanda, I know you’d never hurt anyone.”

“But I did.” Wanda sighed, turning around to face you again. “That’s the thing, Y/n, I did hurt people. That’s why I came out here.”

You stood up, and made your way over to her, placing your hands on her shoulders gently for comfort. “Well, seeing how bad you seem to feel about it, and how you completely isolated yourself, I know you didn’t mean to.” You squeezed her shoulders, eyes still locked on to hers. “I believe you, I’m on your side, I just want to understand what happened...you can tell me.”

With that, she collapsed into your chest and started sobbing. She never had the opportunity to really process everything that happened, and now that you were here, offering her a shoulder to cry on, she finally let the emotions she’s been burying for the last year consume her. You held her gently, rubbing her back, not saying anything as she let herself fall apart.

When she calmed down, she told you what had happened. How she found Vision’s body and what SWORD was doing to him, how she went to Westview to find the house that he had bought for them, and that she received the call that you were missing in that moment. She didn’t even mean to, but somehow she created her own little world, with her own Vision, as she lived out a nice life throughout the decades, her love of sitcoms being the backbone of it all.

And then it all went to hell. Her neighbor Agnes revealed herself to be Agatha Harkness, a witch form the 16th century hellbent on stealing Wanda’s powers. She was shown how she was torturing the civilians of Westview as she was living out her fantasy. After defeating Agatha and unveiling her true potential as The Scarlet Witch, she took the Hex down. Having to say goodbye to Vision again, and now her kids, in the process.

After she finished her story, you let out a breath, unsure how to respond to all of that. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah.” Wanda gave you a minute to process what she had told you. You scratched the back of your neck, and looked up.

“The Scarlet Witch, huh? Gotta say, that’s a pretty kickass name.” Of course you had to break the tension with a joke, but Wanda couldn’t bring herself to be mad about it. In fact, she laughed.

“Yeah, I guess it is.”

After that little therapy session, you had asked Wanda if you could stay with her, seeing as you had no place to go and most people thought you were dead. She agreed without hesitation.

You settled into your new life pretty nicely. Being stranded miles away from civilization should’ve made you uneasy, you’ve always been a city girl but being able to be with Wanda again after so long made it all okay. It was nice to finally be able to relax as you’ve been on the move for so long. You first went on the run in 2016 after the accords and now it was 2024, almost 2025. Even though five of those years didn’t happen for you, you still thought you were more than deserving of the rest now.

Wanda had told you about the Darkhold, and how she was trying to figure out how to get her boys back. When she first told you, you thought she was crazy, considering they were never real in the first place. She explained to you the multiverse and a bunch of magical jargon that you couldn’t really comprehend. You just told her that you trusted her and to just be careful, and she promised she would.

You’ve been living with Wanda for about three months now, and in those months your feeling for Wanda began to resurface. Not that they ever went away, but between seeing her with Vision knowing how much she loved him, and the events of the past few years distracting you, you managed to push them down. Now that you were finally able to relax, and had Wanda around 24/7, it’s no surprise that those feelings were back with full force.

You were scared. You were sure she didn’t feel the same way, she never did. She created a whole reality where she was married to the synthezoid for fucks sake, and now she was working tirelessly to find a way to bring back the children she had with him you were still confused as to how the robot was able to impregnate Wanda, but you thought it best not to ask. You would just have to deal with your feelings somehow, which was especially hard considering you lived with the woman, and she was the only person you saw now. You were certain it was a done deal.

You quickly started to doubt that.

You noticed Wanda became more tender and caring with you. She always had been of course, you had been best friends, but this just felt...different. She went out of her way to provide you with whatever you needed or wanted, her hugs and cheek kisses lingered a little longer than what would be acceptable for a friend, it was confusing. You thought that maybe she was just scared to lose you again. You knew you were all that she had left, and she’s been alone for so long, so maybe this was just her way of showing how much she appreciated you.

But then you slept together.

You weren’t sure how it happened exactly. You were watching a movie one night, Wanda curled up to your side as the movie played. Wanda turned and wrapped her arm around you, her hand slowly trailing up your torso. You shivered at the motion, and looked down at her, surprised when you saw her already looking at you. You gave a shy smile. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah...yeah, I’m just...” You swore you saw her eyes trail down to your lips quickly before they snapped back up. “I’m just really happy you’re here.”

“I’m really happy I’m here too, Wan.” You whispered, throat suddenly feeling dry. Your eyes remained locked for a few more moments. This was getting dangerous. You coughed and pulled back slightly, turning your head towards the movie again.

Wanda had a different idea.

She moved herself up your body so she was level to your face, she reached up and turned your head back to her and crashed her lips to yours.

You knew you should’ve pulled away, but couldn’t find the strength to. You’ve wanted this for so long, and she was the one who initiated it. As the kiss continued, getting deeper and more passionate, you felt yourself give in entirely. You were completely under her spell.

The next morning, you woke up naked in Wanda’s bed. You wiped your eyes and reached over to hold the woman next to you, but your hand met empty sheets. You groaned and let your head fall back onto the pillow. “Shit.”

You got up and began to get dressed before making your way out to the living room. You saw Wanda sitting on the couch you were on last night, staring blankly at the TV, a random show playing. You slowly made your way over, trying not to startle her. “Hey.” You said softly, and Wanda’s head snapped up to yours.

“Hey.” She responded in the same tone. You leaned against the back of the couch and let out a breath.

“So, to get the elephant out of the way, do you wanna talk about it?” You said bluntly, slightly surprising Wanda, but she made her face remain neutral.

“It was fun, it was, but we should just let that be a one time thing. It was a moment of weakness, it shouldn’t have happened at all.”

You couldn’t say you were surprised at the answer, but it didn’t lessen the hurt at all. That’s all you’d be to her in that context. A mistake. You sighed, hand coming to scratch the back of your neck. “Sure...we can just forget it ever happened.”

Wanda nodded, attention turning back to the TV. “Alright, sounds good.”

“Yeah.” You breathed out, trying to contain your emotions. “Okay, I’m gonna go make myself some breakfast.” You didn’t wait for a response from her as you left.

Things were very weird after that.

Wanda became less and less affectionate, not wanting to spend as much time with you. It was almost as if you were just a roommate now, a burden. Living with Wanda in isolation used to be a dream, but was now a nightmare. A prison. You hated the new development, and after a few weeks of this treatment, you’ve had enough.

“I have to leave.”

You burst into Wanda’s room with the announcement. She was laying in bed and her head snapped to you. She raised a brow at this. “You have to?”

“Yeah, I do. I can’t take this anymore.” You knew you didn’t have to specify what you meant, you knew Wanda knew what she was doing. You could’ve sworn you saw hurt flash across her face, but she quickly wiped it away.

“Alright.”

You let out an incredulous laugh. “That’s all you have to say?”

“Well, what else do you want me to say, Y/n?” She responded coldly. Her eyes were now off of you, acting as if she were annoyed with the intrusion. You let out another bitter laugh as you shook your head.

“Nothing, Wanda. Wouldn’t want you to stress yourself.” You left her room.

You were only three steps away from the door before you turned around to head back. If this was the last time you were going to see Wanda, you were gonna let it all out. No point in hiding it anymore. You burst back into the room, Wanda’s attention still not going to you.

“I love you, y’know. I’m in love with you, I have been for a really really long time.” No response. “I know you don’t feel the same, and that’s fine, but damn, you really had to give me a shred of hope that you felt the same only to take everything away the next day. Not even treating me like a friend.” Still no response. You saw her face and jaw tighten as you spoke, eyes clenching shut, but she still didn’t acknowledge your words. You sighed. “Well, I guess that’s it then...I’ll be out of you hair in the morning. I hope you find your happiness one day, Wanda, I really do.” You left again, this time less angry as the finality of the situation dawned on you.

You let the tears fall as you went back to your room.

Wanda let her eyes reopen when she heard the door close. She brought her knees up to her chest and let her head fall. She knew she was being unfair to you, she didn’t want to hurt you, that was the last thing she wanted...but she couldn’t do this. Part of her was still longing for Vision, she had a mission to find her sons, and most importantly...she couldn’t risk losing you. Not again.

She knew how hypocritical it was to feel that way when she was letting you walk out of her life, but she could live with it. She could live with you being away from her and alive, than being close and wind up dead.

After thinking on it for a few moments, she knew she was making the right decision in letting you go. She couldn’t be what you deserved. She didn’t want to leave things off on a bad note with you though, so she’d give you the night to let it all out, and she’d see you in the morning.

The next day she woke up early, and made her way to your room, only to find it completely empty. You must have decided not to waste time and set off in the middle of the night.

She walked into your room, slowly sitting on your freshly made bed. She dropped her head into her hands and began to cry.

She made the right choice...so why did it feel like her heart was breaking all over again?

Six Months Later

You returned to New York City. It was a long hard journey leaving Wanda’s considering you had no mode of transportation, but you made it. You reappearance quickly made headlines, as everyone had known you to be dead. That was six months ago, and the hype behind your ‘rebirth’ had died down, so you were now able to walk the streets of New York without being harassed.

You were now staying with Steve in his place in Brooklyn. The man had cried tears of joy for hours when he first saw you alive. He quickly called the rest of the remaining Avengers telling them the news, the ones that could make it came over to see you once again. Natasha cried, and you weren’t gonna her live that down anytime soon.

You began volunteering at local shelters and hospitals, specifically for amputees and helped them adjust to their new life as best you could. As for employment, the government was paying you as long as you continued your work as a hero. You were hesitant at first, but Sam reassured you that the Sokovia accords were now dead and you wouldn’t be held under a tight leash. You’d say your life was going well.

Mostly.

You still missed Wanda dearly, wishing she could’ve reciprocated your feelings. You still loved her, that would never go away, but you were doing a better job of living with it. You went on dates here and there, but nothing ever stuck. And you were okay with that.

As much as you wanted to fight it, you couldn’t stop your mind from wondering how Wanda was doing now.

Wanda was not doing well.

It’s been six months since you left, and she’s only been getting worse. She thought she made the right decision of letting you go, but it was at the cost of her own heart.

She hasn’t admitted it to herself yet, but she was in love with you.

She couldn’t help herself that night when she kissed you. She tried so hard to keep her growing feelings buried, but she slipped. A moment of weakness...and it was one of the best nights of her life. She wanted nothing more than to continue that with you, even fully being with you, but something stopped her. Guilt.

Guilt that she’d somehow be betraying Vision, that her love for him was somehow less than if she pursued something with you. Guilt because she’d be attaching you to a monster, someone who tortured innocent people for her own gain, someone who was destined to destroy the world. Guilt that she’d keep you from living the life you deserved.

She never told you this, and she didn’t really know why at the time, but you were in her hex as well.

It wasn’t a situation like Pietro where Agatha mind controlled a random guy to make her think it was her brother, but it was you. You looked like you, spoke like you, acted like you, even had your powers.

You were a local firefighter in Westview. Wanda met you again during the 60s era right before the magic show. She couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw you. You were dressed in firefighter pants and a Westview Fire Department T-shirt, unusual garb for a woman in that era, but she wouldn’t have it any other way.

“...Y/n?”

You turned your head towards her and smiled. Yeah. This was really you. How was this possible? “Hiya there, Mrs. Maximoff! Is everything alright?”

“I...yeah, I think so.”

“Great!” You exclaimed before coming closer. “Don’t tell Dottie this, I’m supposed to remain impartial, but I’m rooting for you tonight.” You smiled, and Wanda couldn’t help herself, she threw her arms around her in a hug. You stumbled back at the impact, before wrapping your arms around her as well. “Whoa there! Are you sure you’re alright?”

Wanda nodded against you before pulling away. “I’m more than alright.”

You stayed throughout the rest of the decades, still a firefighter, even becoming a babysitter for the boys when she needed one. She tried to see you whenever she could down at the station, as she found comfort in you presence. Especially when things began to fall apart.

It wasn’t until Agatha walked her through her memories when she finally understood where your role in her fantasy came from.

Wanda and Agatha walked out of Wanda’s room in the compound and towards the compound kitchen. “Where are we now?” Agatha asked, but she didn’t tear her gaze away from the figure standing by the stove. You. You looked focused, counting on your fingers as you tried to work out how long your dish had to cook for.

“The kitchen in the compound. After Vision, Y/n was the closest person I had. I was still new, and she was trying to make me feel better.”

You looked up when you heard the presence of someone else. “Hey there!” You smiled, but Wanda didn’t move. Agatha nudged her.

“You’re on.”

“Please don’t make me do this...I can’t take it anymore.”

“It’s this or your boys, Wanda. You know what to do.”

“Are you okay?” You asked. Wanda wiped away a tear quickly, before joining you.

“As okay as I can be.”

“Yeah, I understand.” You said sadly, but Wanda snapped her head up.

“How could you possibly understand what I’m going through?”

You paused, scratching the back of your neck. “Well, I don’t exactly, I guess...but I know what It’s like to lose people. I know how draining it can be...almost as if you’re drowning.”

Wanda softened her expression. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to take it out on you.”

“It’s okay, again, I know that feeling. You’re on edge, everything and everyone offering a bit of comfort is the most annoying thing at the moment. I get it. Which is why, I’m simply offering a ‘Welcome to the team’ gift.” You smiled, and Wanda tilted her head.

“What’s that.”

“Well, I looked up some popular Sokovian recipes online, and I don’t know if you even like this one, but I figured it was a safe bet-” Before you could finish your sentence, smoke started pouring out of the oven, triggering the fire alarm. “No, No, No! It said leave it in for 45 minutes!” You ran to grab the fire extinguisher, and returned to the oven, opening it. Flames dangerously shot out, and you covered yourself in the material of the extinguisher to protect yourself before putting out the flames.

When the fire was out, you returned to your normal state and sighed. “Well there goes that.”

Wanda chuckled, amused at the situation. “Well, it’s the thought that counts.”

“I guess so.” You put the extinguisher back, dejectedly. “Well, hey, if this superhero thing doesn’t work out, I can make an exciting career as a firefighter.” Wanda laughed at that, making a smile form on your face.

“Yeah, you would.”

Wanda began to cry at the memory. She was an idiot, if she was being completely honest with herself, she’s been in love with you since that moment. She was too cowardly to tell you though, and so when she went on the run, she began to see Vision.

And she loved him, she really truly did. You would never be a replacement to him, just as he couldn’t be one to you. Her love for him completely consumed her, and she left you behind when she learned what happened to his body.

If she had just brought you with her, you wouldn’t have disappeared for a year.

But then you came back.

You were both different now, going through your own traumatic experiences, but you came back together. And that love she felt for you so long ago began to come back. And then it all fell apart.

When you told her you loved her, she wanted to launch herself into your arms and declare she felt the same, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t go through what she went through with Vision again with you. She wouldn’t be able to survive.

So she let you go. In a move that she had initially thought was selfless, she was now realizing was beyond selfish. You wanted her, despite her flaws, and all she did was hurt you and push you away, just because she was scared.

She needed to find you, she needed you back.

Wanda’s magic was now strong enough that she could locate anyone anywhere in the world with just a mere thought. She quickly found you, you were back in New York.

She was wanted in America, she knew there would be risks, but she didn’t care. She had to get to you.

You were in the middle of a fight. Some enhanced individuals decided to use their powers to rob a bank. You entered, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Bank robbery, huh? Little cliché, but hey, whatever floats your boat.” The thieves turned to you and began to attack. One had fire powers, but his attacks didn’t affect you as soon as you absorbed the metal in your hand. Another one had super strength. You dodged his attacks, hitting back with your own, standing your ground.

Your luck ran out when the last one, with super speed, hit you with full force, sending you crashing out the bank window and landing out on the street. You sat up and shook the attack off. “Ow.”

You stood up and quickly saw the super speed one rushing back towards you. You got in a stance, this time ready for the attack...but nothing happened.

You looked to see the man now faceplanted into the street, legs bound together. It took you another moment to realize that they were bound together by familiar red magic. You straightened up and tilted your head. “What the...”

The man was lifted up by his legs in the air, you looked up and saw a figure floating there, holding him up.

Wanda. Or more accurately, the Scarlet Witch.

You went back to normal as you watched her touch down to the ground, roughly slamming the man on the concrete. He got up and backed away in fear at what he saw, the other two having similar expressions. “Fuck, it’s Wanda Maximoff! We gotta get out of here!” You heard them say, and heard them scurry off. You didn’t care though, only focusing on the woman in front of you.

“What are you doing here?” You were surprised to say the least. Not only because she came to you, but also because you knew she was wanted here. “You know you can’t be here.”

“I don’t care.” She came close to you, holding your face in her hands gently. “I needed to see you.”

You squinted and tilted your head again in confusion. “You know phones exist, right? Facetime’s still a thing.”

“It’s not the same.” She chuckled, before getting serious again. “I needed to see you, in person.”

“Why?”

“Because...” She trailed off. She had spent her whole trip working up the nerve to tell you what she felt, but seeing you again for the first time shook her confidence.

You, despite your better judgement, brought your hands up to hold her wrists. “It’s okay, take your time.”

Wanda chuckled, incredulously. “How can you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Be nice to me. Trying to comfort me when I’m the one who hurt you.”

You thought on it for a moment before shrugging. You knew there wasn’t a logical explanation for it, so you went with the truth. “Because it’s you.”

Wanda couldn’t hold back any longer and surged forward, crashing her lips to yours. You hesitated for a moment, surprised at this, but quickly kissed her back. You guys stayed there for a few moments, taking each other in, before Wanda pulled back and rested her head against yours.

“Wha-”

“I’m in love with you.” She interrupted you, and your eyebrows shot up. “I am so in love with you, I have been for a long time, I just didn’t want to admit it...especially after everything.” She admitted, and a large smile formed on your face.

“You are?”

“I am. And I’m so sorry for the way I treated you, Y/n. You deserve so much, much more than I could ever give you, but I-” This time you cut her off, leaning down and capturing her lips in another passionate kiss.

“Don’t say that.” You said after you pulled away. “Wanda, you’re more than enough. You always were. Always will be.”

Wanda smiled brightly, tears of joy beginning to fill her eyes. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” You both surged forward this time, meeting in the middle.

You both knew you had things to figure out, but right now you couldn’t focus on anything other than getting lost in each other.

You were finally back together. This time for good.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you

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spooki-ghoztzz · 3 years ago

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your the only fanfic maker who is my go-to anytime i need anything like shitt bro. ok anywasy.

aage regressing reader..,…x michael…….

reader has like clothes at the bottom of their closet and michaels like ok weird whtever clean ur closet obozo and under it is just shoeboxes with fucking LEGOS AND STUFFED TOYS AND SHIZ 😋 michael dznt. know but WALKS IN DURING WREGERESS ❤️❤️❤️❤️‼️‼️‼️❗️❗️

ij you do this fic then ill love u more than i already do /p

( tbh i've never written anything like this before but as someone who's an age regressor I feel..weird writing this? it ain't out of my comfort zone but I hope u enjoy this!! [and no this just means i’ve never and i mean never wrote anything like this] )

[yes,i’m putting a TW in case people just don’t read, if age regression/little space makes you uncomfortable don’t read.]

- ima start of with headcannons then onto the fic!

so,michael is a calm dude when he first finds out..hell people gotta cope with life somehow and yours is just going into a space where you feel young again. tbh he’s also a great caregiver. he’s patient with you and tries his best to understand what you need and what will comfort you in the moment. he may even play with you if you asked him to.

he’s sweet about it!! if you ever end up regressing around him he’s happy you trust him enough to even do that type of stuff around him. he’s a calm person to be around so if you end up regressing around him he’s..just sweet.

but he’s also paranoid about it,yes he hates feeling like a ‘dad’ figure. (also making up for that,he enjoys when you call him mikey,,)

michael always buys you new things on his way to work or from work. you want a new plush? he’s gonna find one he hopes you like. he’s the same way with toys or simple things like blankets,clothes..(he’d always go for comfy clothes and blankets though,fuzzy blankets and loose clothes)

michael also won’t care to feed you,help you bathe..tbh he’s relaxed about it as i said. he’s always gonna see you as his amazing no matter what you do to cope or simply to feel comfortable. you’re his amazing s/o after all.

he enjoys drawing with you or putting legos together. he likes to draw you little drawings,always happy to see your smiling face as you ramble on about how much you love the drawing of a fluffy dog he did. he helps you build lego builds as a small activity to pass time plus he finds it enjoyable.

he also uses small nicknames for you such as ‘dear’ or ‘honeypie’ when you’re in little space. he’s always so sweet to you plus he enjoys how you always use silly nicknames for him but his favorite is when you call him ‘mikey’ or ‘mike’.

as i said before,he won’t care to feed or bathe you. if you’re very picky about food he’d ask you if you’d like to join him at the store so you could pick out the things you like or even the bathing products you prefer. tbh he spends all his money on you but he’s happy-

michael had been helping you clean up your room since you had asked him to,considering it was his day off he agreed to it..he had nothing better to do after all. he had moved onto your closet and once finding the stuffed toys and toys in general,he didn’t think much of it. he’s an adult and he has plenty of them shoved in his closet from childhood so he assumed that till you told him. once you started to tear up over explaining it to him he wrapped his arms around you. “y/n,i really don’t care what you do..love,i’d rather you be comfortable in your own skin and not stressed. now,how about we sort out all these toys,yeah?” you nodded to his question,sitting down with him. as you two sorted out the stuffed animals you always told michael the names you gave them which made him smile softly..as much as he hated plushies due to his childhood it’s nice seeing you happy again.

#fnaf x reader #michael afton x reader #michael afton #michael x reader #tw little space #tbh im worried this isn't good enough cuz i got a lil lazy with it #i did get more lazy on the fic tho..i feel bad about that-

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nightfall-kachiniko · 4 years ago

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hi i really loved your pranks work! can i request one where reader pranks same aot girls but add hitch? the prank is reader pretending to watch other girls dance sexy on tiktok bc of the suggestive audio 😂

Oooo! Okay dear!

AOT girls reacting to you pranking them! (Might do a part 2 depends )

Includes:

Mikasa, Annie, Pieck, Hitch, Ymir, Historia

Mikasa-

The both of you were chilling in the living room when you decided to pull the prank eren wanted you to do on her. You sat in the living chilling on tiktok and tapped on a video with a cat dancing to ‘sexy’ music LMAO-

You chuckled under your breath and mumbled ‘hot’. You saw her head turn from her paperwork to you swiftly out of the corner of your eye. “What did you say?” She asked sternly. You quickly put down your phone and looked back at her, “hm?”

“No no no who did you just call hot? And what the hell are you watching?” Her gaze made you feel a lump in your throat. “No one,” you mumbled. You went back on your phone scrolling to the next video. “Hand me your phone, now.”

“H-huh?”

“You called another girl hot as she’s what stripping? Dancing? Huh?”

“No I didn’t,”

“Y/n hand your your phone now, I’m not playing around.”

“O-okay okay fine!” You giggled and smirked as you handed her the phone as the video of the cat dancing seductively (LMAO THIS IS SO HARD TO WRITE IM CRYINGG)

She stared back up at you in just ‘wtf?’ Type of look LMAO- You bursted out laughing at her facial expression, almost in tears. “HAHAHAHAHAH ISNT SHE SEXY THO?” You pointed to the phone. Mikasa just tisked and turned away from you, doing the rest of her paperwork.

Conclusion: no cuddles tonight >:(

Annie:

You decided to do this prank when you both were watching TV while cuddling. You got a ‘message’ on your phone and as soon as you ‘opened it ‘ it started playing a heated song and as you looked at the phone you whispered a small ‘nice ass’.

Annie immediately pushed you off of her, rage heating up in her face. “The fuck did you just say?”

“Huh? What?”

“Who’s the bitch with the nice ass huh!?” Your girlfriends voice got louder with anger, furious that you would say such a thing. “Baby what are you talking about?”

“DONT ‘BABY’ MY ASS! YOU SAID SOMEONE HAS A NICE ASS!” DANGGG this all went wrong. You didn’t expect her to be this mad.

“YOU KNOW WHAT GIVE ME YOUR GODDAMN PHONE!” You backed up as she snatched your phone dom your hands tapping on the screen trying to figure out who. Hehe... it was a cat..teeHe...with a big booty ;)

You started giggling and laughing as she just stood in shock. She turned her head to you and threw a pillow straight in your face tackling you down on the couch.

Pieck:

The two of you were just chilling at a cafe in the center of town. You were scrolling on your phone as you took a sip of your tea, your girlfriend doing the same.

This was the perfect tone to pull the prank >:)

You pulled up the video of the smexy music and the cat dancing and looking it up and down, giving it a small wink (LMAO WHAT-)

“Hot tits” you mumbled as you went to take a sip of your tea. Out of the corner of your eye you saw her head lit up from her phone and to your face, her eyes in confusion.

“Who?” She said softly, almost like she wasn’t mad or anything. “Hm?”

“Who did you say had a nice chest? >:(“ she pouted now looking at you concerned ed, her phone hitting the table. “Oh? I didn’t say anything”

“Yes you did! Who is on your phone!” Her voice got a bit louder.

“Babe- chill no one,” you said, smirking as you scrolled down.

She snatched the phone from your hands her eyes in frustration. As she watched the video her eyes turned to realizations and then back to her pout as you laughed at her expressions.

The cart titan slid your phone back to you rolling her eyes. “Meanie”

Hitch:

Ooo just your luck. The both of your guys day had just started as hitch was getting dressed, tossing off her pajama shirt and reaching for a new one. You played the audio and looked at the phone like you were in some type of trance, fascinated almost. “She’s hot as hell” you said, still looking at your screen.

The light brown haired woman paused for a second. “The fuck did you say? Who’s hot?!” She turned back facing you, a new shirt halfway on her. “This girl on here?” You said

“Woah, first of all I know you did not just call another person hot when your with the hottest girl in the damn world. Second, did you just backtalk me!?”

And within a second her hand was reached out for your phone. “Let me see this bitch, she has nothing on me”

She snatched the phone away from you as she looked at the video with the cat. Tears of laughter coming out of yourself.

“Tsk, you little rascal” she said throwing your phone back at you.

Ymir:

You decided to pull this at a party that hitch dragged you and your parent to.

You told your friend that you’d be pulling this prank as you both were talking. Ymir was having a conversation with christa as you said “Shitt, look at her,” you said winking at your phone screen, “she’s hot”

Your girlfriend looked at you like you had just lost your damn head. And out of the corner of your eye you saw the freckled girl approach you, stomping up to you.

“THE FUCK Y/N!?” She yelled, snatching your phone. Everyone went quiet as she stared at the screen with disgust.

“I hate you” she said pushing the phone back into your hands as you were filled with laughter.

Historia:

You were in the queens meeting when you pulled out your phone to ‘look at this girl’ you smirked, making sure Historia saw as you pretended to. Her stared at you in disbelief and as soon as the meeting was over she called you in.

“Darling, what were you looking at on your phone that made you look like that,?!” She questioned harshly as she took off her crown, placing it on a cousin.

“Oh? Why does it concern you?”

“Maybe because your my partner?!” She said more sternly.

“Fine why don’t you look at her yourself,” you said pulling out your phone and giving it to her.

She just stared with a ‘why’ type of face as you laughed.

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dxrkluvie · 3 years ago

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SHALL WE CHERRY?

JEAN K. x EREN x FEM READER

threesome 18+ smut

Full story available on my ao3. Click here.

Story name : " Shall we cherry? "

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You: I am bad at first impressions.

Eren: Do you want me to drive you home?

You nodded and let him lead the way. When you reached his car, he held the door open for you. It made you blush lightly.

When he sat down on the seat next to yours, his shirt lifted a little bit, revealing his well-toned abs. You looked away immediately.

Eren: Are you okay?

You: Yes.

He started driving. The lights were reflecting on his face, you noticed how well sculpted it was. A few hairs were falling on his forehead.

He was just so fine.

You: How old are you?

Eren: 19. And you?

You: Me too. Thank you for giving me a ride tonight.

Eren: It's nothing. By the way, the offer still stands.

You: What offer?

Eren: Mushes and wee- WHO GAVE YOU YOUR FUCKING LICENCE FUCKING PIECE OF SCUM?- the boy yelled as the driver in front of you who took a right turn without flashing their indicators.

You: If you don't cuss on the way, you're doing it wrong.

Eren: I would love to crucify those fuckers.

You: I wonder if they paid their instructors.

Eren: Perhaps.

You: I've never done shrooms. What is it like?

Eren: It depends on how much you take. Typically you see the colors a lot more vividly, they're A LOT brighter and sometimes they'd move. Also, you could get an intense body high. It enhances your feelings and messes with your head but in a very beautiful way.

You: Oh, weird. Have your friends done it?

Eren: Yes. I am not into fake shit. Natural all the way, there's no such thing like dying from weed or mushes. UNLESS you've mistakenly picked the wrong shroom, but I'm not dumb.

You: I don't know...

Eren: You don't have to be afraid, I will take care of you.

You: Oh...- you looked down, blushing once more. Being all shy and mushy was so not you. But damn, this charming brat.

The boy shook his head and looked for his parking spot.

You: Wait, we are here already?

Eren: I assume you were too busy daydreaming.

You: Oh, sorry.

Eren's phone buzzed. It was a message from Armin saying:

' Hello, Jean drove me home, I would appreciate it if you let me rest for a little while on my own and not come home yet as this whole gathering thing was too much for me. Thank you, Eren.'

The boy texted back:

Okay, is Jean home though?

A: No, he went out.

E: Okay, rest well - he said and drifted away from the parking lot. - Change of plans. If you don't mind.

You: What happened? And I do not.

Eren: Something's up with Armin, he's just so sensitive like that. It will be fine.

You: I don't feel like going home yet...

Eren: Where do you want to g- before he could finish, he received a call. It was Jean.

J: Where the hell are you?

E: I should be asking the same. I am in the car with y/n.

J: Armin kicked me out of the dorm.

Eren rolled his eyes.

E: I am not sure what we could do.

You, mouthing: Maybe we could try a motel?

E: Y/n is suggesting a motel, are you down?

J: Yeah, just give me the address whenever.

E: Okay, cool.

They hung up. The boy looked at you, his eyes were beyond stunning. - Why a motel?

You: You know I am new here, I'd like to see what it is like outside of this city. Just curiosity.

One of your fantasies was to have sex in a motel with a hot stranger. And today's events were working in your favor. You thought it was oddly romantic and you'd always make up fake scenarios in your head where this was happening. You drove outside of the city for about half an hour. Eren was slowly losing patience.

Maybe we could try this one? - he suggested, pointing out to a random building.

You: Sure- you replied, googling the place- it has 4.7/5 stars and breakfast is included. $130 a night.

Eren: Sure. - he said and got out of the car. Next, he opened the door for you and waited for you to get out, before locking it.

You found those gestures cute.

When you entered the place, the receptionist gave you a weird look. It made you feel unwelcome. Eren did not bother reacting, he just took out his card out and tapped it on the pin pad.

Room #16 is for you - the old lady spoke - good night.

Eren: Night.

You walked to the elevator.

It fascinated you how unbothered he was.

You: Did you see that?

Eren: She's probably sick of random teens renting a place to party/fuck, cause they don't have their own places yet.

You laughed - I will give it to your cash.

Jean called again. The phone call consisted of him asking for the location, and Eren simply giving it to him followed by the questions '' Should I bring cherries and alcohol? '' to which Eren answered ''yes'' and hung up.

While you were walking past the other rooms, you could hear noises of all sorts. Sweet moaning, people fighting, loud music, and people yelling.

Eren unlocked the door slowly. You stood behind him, carefully observing his hand movements. It was oddly arousing. His hands were big and had some veins slightly popping out.

The smell of his expensive cologne was spreading into the air. He took his tie off and threw it across the room. The same happened to the hair tie that held his hair up.

Neither of you was talking.

You sat on the bed, and he did the same. Both of you had your backs turned on one another.

15 minutes passed in silence when Jean suddenly opened the door with a bang.

Jean: HELLOOOOOOOO!

Eren: Ew.

Jean: Get lost - the boy shook his head and placed the bag he carried with him on one of the nightstands- I brought what you wanted me to.

Eren: So, shall we cherry? - he asked, no one in particular.

You: What is that?

Jean: Kind of like a drinking game but not exactly. The rules are really simple. You dip a cherry in vodka and place it in-between your lips. The other person has to take the cherry without touching your lips OR they'll have to give you oral.

You looked away, squeezing your eyes and lips.

Jean: All good?

Eren: It's fun. You don't have to, though.

Jean: Yeah if it's not something you think you could have fun with.

You: No I would actually try that.

Eren: Oh? - his tone changed. The boy took one of the already washed cherries. Jean handed him a plastic cup where he poured some vodka and dipped the fruit in it. He placed it on top of your lips and you aimed to eat it right away.

Jean: You broke the rule.

You: Fuck, I am sorry it wasn't intentional.

Eren: It's okay. How did it taste?

You: Sweet and slightly bitter.

His eyes narrowed at you. It almost looked like he was putting a lot of effort into getting the fruit in between his lips, that you've been dying to taste for a while.

You leaned closer to him and he purposefully pushed the cherry away with his tongue - Oh shit it fell.

You: This was on purpose.

The boy placed his hand at the back of your head- I will give you a head if you want.

Jean: Can I join?

You nodded, embarrassed.

Another thing that has been a common fantasy of yours was to be fucked by two guys, but you never thought it would ever become reality.

Eren slid your right leg up. Jean did the same with your left one.

You laid on the bed, breathing heavily.

Jean lowered his voice, making it appear huskier - Relax, baby girl, you'll enjoy that tongue.

Eren lazily lifted your dress up, and Jean slid your pants down.

Both of them were taking turns to kiss on both of your thighs. You could feel your skin get more sensitive after every touch.

Blood rushed down and you felt warmth between your hips.

Jean spread your pussy open using his middle and index finger & Eren gave your throbbing clit a slow teasing lick.

Jean: She's getting wetter it's so hot.

Eren: I know.

This small dirty talk was causing your thirst for them to grow.

Eren: She is dying to get her hole licked, aren't you, y/n?

You let out a loud ' yes ' & shortly afterward you felt both of their tongues lick up and down on both of your pussy lips.

It made your toes curl.

Eren's finger started to slowly pump in and out of your hole as Jean's tongue was eagerly gliding up and down on your wet cunt.

The room got filled with your sweet " ah's " and "oh's".

At one point you felt both of their tongues battling one another across your clit and it was nearly leaving you breathless.

The boys stopped and looked up at you.

Eren: Have you done this before?

You: As in a threesome?

He nodded. You replied with a '' no '.

Eren: How is it going so far?

You: Amazing. I actually want to return the favor.

Both of them stood up.

Now you were off the bed, kneeling before them. You could see the lust in their eyes. Especially Jean's.

Both of your hands took a place on both of their dicks. They were gently stroking them as your mouth was giving them licks and sucks on their tips, going from Jean's cock to Eren's back and forth, in a pattern.

One thing you've noticed was that Eren was tenser, his body language was more indicative. He was rock hard, his pupils were dilated and he was thrusting in your mouth slightly when given the chance.

As for Jean - he was more vocal. He'd let out some quiet groans here and there and you would occasionally hear some ' fuck yes '.

Eren: Go lay down.

You did as ordered.

Jean: Hold on - the boy said and laid down first, leaning against the bed frame - you can lay on me.

You hesitated for a bit. Eren walked up to you, lifted your chin up, and kissed you. His hands slid down to your boobs and squeezed them gently. His thumbs massaged on your nipples. It made you wetter.

" Okay... " you said and crawled on top of him, having him face your back.

Jean placed his hand around your neck and kissed on it - Have you done anal? - he asked, whispering.

You: No.

Jean: Would you be interested?

You: Yes.

He placed his thumb on your lips, you licked it.

Jean: Shitt...- he grunted and slid both of his hands down on your body, as yours were surrounded his, supporting your whole upper half. Your legs spread open and Eren made his way to you once again.

His lips were on top of your clit, sucking and licking on it.

His thumb moved down to your asshole and he carefully massaged on it in circles. He stopped for a second and looked at you - I am going to insert it in... - the boy spoke quietly while doing so.

Your body tensed up. You felt full but in a good way.

To your pleasant surprise, he was good at giving oral and a bit more gentle than his friend was.

Jean: Should I stick it in? I want to fuck you so hard, y/n.

You: Go for it.

Eren got on top of both of you. He leaned forward to give you a passionate kiss. He did the same to Jean. You noticed how attractive he looked up-close.

You: Fuck that's so hot...

Eren's cock slid inside your wet pussy as for Jean's, in your back entrance. Slowly.

You moaned as both of them started to push themselves inside you.

Eren was about an inch and a half bigger than Jean. It made you leak. He smirked - You're that wet for me?

You: Yes - you whispered against his lips and kissed him.

Both of them started thrusting inside your holes at a quicker pace.

You moaned loudly and leaked a bit more.

The pressure was building up rather quicker than you expected it to as your sweet spots were stimulated at the same time.

You: Fuck I'll squirt all over you.

Eren stopped moving and placed his lips on your neck, slowly kissing down on you.

His tongue teased your nipples. They hardened even more. Every touch of his, or Jean's was making your skin more sensitive.

The view of you and Eren indulging made Jean stop for a second as well and enjoy the show.

Your hips moved against Eren's.

He bit on your lower lip - That eager, huh?

You: Yes...

Jean's hands were firmly holding your butt, viciously slamming it down on his while Eren was filling you up from the front.

You were nearly reaching your climax and soon you squirted.

Both of them mentioned how hot this was.

You giggled a bit. - I am pretty sure we will ruin the mattress.

Eren: Who gives a shit...

Jean: Y/n...

You: Yes?

Jean: Can I cum in you?

You: Yeah...it should be okay.

Eren stopped and took a chair, sitting in front of both of you.

Jean used you for his own pleasure, as for Jaeger - for his entertainment.

He began to jerk off to the view of you being fucked.

Your hole was tight and it made Jean cum instantly.

Eren: Oh shit... -

You: Can I get off? - you asked Jean.

He said ' yes '. Before leaving though, you gave him a kiss, which he returned.

Next, your lips transferred to Eren's. He held the back of your head. Your fingers ran through his hair. Your eyes locked.

You: Do you need help?

Eren: Sure.

Once again, you kneeled down. Your tongue licked on his whole length. Your mouth was on his balls now, taking each one in as your hand was stroking him.

His breathing got heavier and his precum leaked.

You: Are you enjoying that?

Eren: Very much so fuck...

You: Cum for me, Eren.

The boy grunted and shot out a few loads - Enough! - he said and gently pushed you away.

You looked at him.

Eren: You should try sex on shrooms, it makes everything × 10 better.

You: I don't see why I wouldn't.

You blushed. Both of your wildest dreams have combined in one in just one night and you felt somewhat satisfied. Both- sexually and emotionally.

Eren: How are you accepting what just happened?- the boy asked as he stood up and handed everyone a tissue.

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maybebanks · 4 years ago

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I Noticed You

jj maybank x kook! reader

“Alright, Sarah. Bye now,” you groaned, stepping out past her white painted bedroom door.

“Noooo,” she whined, “don’t leave,”

“I gotta go.” You pouted, “my dad wants me home,”

“Fine. Be like that.” She waved you off.

“Your parents are way less strict then mine!” You argued.

“Uh huh,” Sarah responded sarcastically, “I’m gonna miss you, bitch,” she smiled.

“Okay...see ya,” you waved while walking through the door.

You continued down the hallway, it was a sort of narrow hallway, but you’ve been down it many times before.

“Hey Y/n,” you heard Rafe’s voice call for you, he was leaning casually against his door frame.

“Oh..hey,” you answer, stopping infront of him.

You had to look up to talk to him because he was taller than you.

“Can we talk for a minute?” Rafe asks. You had no idea why he would want to talk to you. I mean, he’s always been nice to you, but he was nearly 20. And you were barely 17.

You nodded, following his gesture for you to come into his room.

He closed the door after you. You just stood by the window. Raising your eyebrows at his suspicious actions.

You looked behind you and saw their backward looking fresh, a Pogue, you think his name is JJ but you didn’t know him well, mowing the lawn.

“I have to be quick. I promised to be home,” you mentioned.

Rafe smiled, not saying anything, just looking at you.

You fumbled with your crop top, “So..what’s this about?” You asked.

“You know how long I’ve been trying to get you alone. You and Sarah...it’s non stop,” he said.

“What?” You asked, very confused in general.

“You were at Toppers party right? Damn..when I saw you snort that coke I was like...this girl...she’s bad,” he chuckled.

“Oh...that was-that was a mistake. I don’t do drugs like that anymore,” you reassured, feeling regretful about that mistake.

He laughed, “don’t lie to yourself, baby. Just think of the fun we could have together,”

Is this some kind of flirting?

“Look...uh, I have to go. Talk later?” you opened the door a bit but Rafe slammed it shut.

“What the hell?” You asked angerly.

Rafe scoffed, “hanging out with Sarah makes you a real bitch,”

“Rafe...I have to go!” You raised your voice. This seemed to anger him. For next, he lunged towards you, trapping you against the wall.

“You think you can tell me what to fucking do?” He asked, his voice surprisingly calm.

When you saw his eyes, you could tell he was high.

“No, I’m-“ you began but stopped yourself when the door creaked open.

Wheezie’s brunette head peaked through the crack of the door.

When she saw both of you, her eyes turned confused.

Rafe moved off of you, “Wheezie, get out of here,” he ordered.

She didn’t argue like she usually would, she didn’t even exchange a glance at you. Just left the room, leaving the door a crack open.

“Shit,” you whispered involuntarily.

“Tell me, Y/n, what’s it gonna take?” he asked.

“Hi!” Wheezie shouted over the loud noise of the lawnmower. Waving her hand towards the boy out in the field.

JJ chuckled, he mowed the lawn for the Cameron’s once or twice a week. Wheezie was basically the only Cameron to talk to him, she would test out flirted to him, even though he was a pogue.

JJ turned the lawn mower off, walking over to Wheezie.

“What’s up?” JJ asked, honestly, he enjoyed a break from his work, and he would never get in trouble becuase Wheezie would defend him.

“So...uh...I don’t know for sure. But I think Rafe is gonna hurt her. And he’s kinda....you know, I mean he does drugs. I saw him this morning! Anyway, he’s in his room and I think-“

“Whoa! Slow down! Who’s gonna hurt who?” JJ asked, now concerned.

“Just put on a shirt and come with me!” She demanded, pulling him by his wrist towards the house.

“I don’t think your parents would be okay with me comin’ in,” JJ chuckled again.

“Just...okay...you know Y/n right? She’ll kill me if she knew I brough you into this becuase she hates attention or whatever but I’m worried, because you know...Rafe has a thing for her and I’m just worried he might try to kiss her and...” She trailed off, but JJ knew what she meant.

He frowned, “You sure I should go in there? What if she wants it. I mean, a lot of kook girls hook up with Rafe,”

“TMI!” Wheezie exclaimed, “anyway, Y/n isn’t one of those kook girls. She’s wayy too good for Rafe. Plus I think she’s into surfer boys,” Wheezie shrugs.

JJ sighs, “alright fine. But you owe me for this,” JJ began walking up the stairs, “what, you not comin’?”

“I am not about to get yelled at by Rafe. Plus I’ll cover the fort down here, so my parents don’t get involved.”

When he finally made it to the second floor, he heard your voice. You weren’t strangers, you’ve met once or twice, but JJ always thought you were way out of his league. And that was saying something.

“Rafe seriously. My dads gonna kill me!” You stated, pushing against Rafe’s rather buff chest.

“Who cares about your dad, Y/n. Just get on your knees,” he stated.

JJ felt disgusted. Even he knew that was no way to talk to a girl.

He stood outside the parted door.

“No, asshole,” you said bluntly, trying to get around him again.

He grabbed your wrist, harshly, pulling you back so you hit the wall. You moaned in pain when the doorknob from his closet door hit your back.

That’s when JJ interfered.

He pushed open the door to make his presence known.

You both looked up at him at the same time.

Rafe immediately stepped back from you, and you pushed the sleeve of your shoulder back to covering yourself.

“Everything alright in here?” JJ asked, studying the situation.

Rafe sniffled slightly nervously, he knew he probobly couldn’t take JJ in a fight due to all the drugs he’s on.

Rafe looked at you, to which you immediately understood, “uh...we are fine. Thanks JJ,” you answered, clearly nervous.

He was surprised, and unexpectedly flattered, when you addressed him by his name.

JJ thought fast, “there is a car here for Y/n,” JJ lied. But you believed it, and so did Rafe.

Rafe scratches the back of his neck, “Okay Y/n...have fun.” Rafe said as you stepped out of the room.

You wanted to flip him off, but JJ was right behind you.

When you got outside, JJ was about to tell you there was no car, but he couldn’t when you thre your arms around his torso, a hug, where you rested your head on his chest.

“Whoa,” he chuckled.

“Thank you, J, you have no idea...” you mumbled.

JJ slowly moved his arm to hug you back. But when his hand reached your mid back, you took a sharp intake of breath and pulled away.

“Sorry, for that. You really saved me back there,” you explained, looking up at him.

“It’s not problem. Oh and by the way, there’s no car here for you,” JJ mentioned.

“Oh...right. Shit I kinda need a ride. You looked around. Until your eyes landed on JJ again.

He studied you.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” You asked.

“No...” JJ shook his head, “this is the most you’ve ever talked to me,” he blurted. Kinda regretting not usuing his usual approach when talking to girls.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ignore you before. I just didn’t want to get you in trouble,” you explained, “but I have noticed you,”

Your phone dinged, and that’s when you remember to check the time, “shit,” you blurted.

“What’s wrong?”

“Just...my dads gonna kill me. I was suppose to be home like an hour ago,” you sigh, still nervous.

You noticed JJ tense, “I can give you a ride? The van is gonna smell like weed though,” he winked, gesturing for you to follow him.

You nodded, following him down the driveway to where his “busted” van was parked.

“I’m not usually this helpless, you know,” you blurted, wanting him to know you for the real you.

“Oh believe me, I know,” he chuckles, opening the van door for you.

He was surprised by himself, again. He’s never cared enough to open the door for anyone. But it was so simple you probobly wouldn’t notice.

You smiled, at him and hopped in. There were some all black aviators and a red SnapBack on the seat. Which you moved so you wouldn’t sit on them.

As JJ walked around the van, you couldn’t find anywhere to put them, with all the clutter around, so you just decided to wear the sunglasses and his hat.

When he opened the car his eyes widened in excitement, “looks good on you Y/n,” he said starting the van.

“Who the hells that? I’m JJ,” you joked. When you took a deep breath, you scrunched you’re nose at the stench.

“Whoo,” you sighed, “it’s strong in here. What’d you hotbox or something?” You continued with the JJ impression.

“How do you know me so well?” JJ laughed and grabbed the hat off your head and placed it backwards on his own.

“Just guessin’,” you shrugged, moving the sunglasses farther down your nose.

“Where’s your place?” JJ asked as he turned the wheel.

“Uh...” you trailed off when you noticed Rafe running out of the house, looking angry, waving at the van.

“Shit! JJ go!! Drive!” You commanded. Grabbing his hand and forcing it on the wheel.

You knew Rafe would judge you for spending time with a Pogue, and he would also be mad.

“Calm down, princess,” JJ responded, stepping on the gas.

You immediately retracted, “sorry.” You muttered.

He pulled out of the driveway quick and started heading down the wrong road.

“Where are you going?” You asked, slightly nervous now.

“Back to my place. Since you didn’t tell me where yours was,”

“Wait...uh it’s down that road. I’d really love to hang but I gotta be home,” you told him.

“Ya sure?” JJ said turning the wheel and heading down your street.

You nodded.

“No, I mean, kook princess, would be down to hang with a Pogue?” JJ asked.

You pointed to the pastel yellow mansion with terra-cotta roofing, “of course JJ, I think you’re dope,”

“Holy shitt,” JJ moaned when he saw your house, admiring its beauty and the boat you had parked in the front.

“Jesus, what id give to be a kook,” he mumbled.

“Trust me, it’s not as good as it-“

“Y/N!!!” Your father shouts, he must have seen you pull in.

“Fuck,” you muttered.

JJs heat started to race, that was so damn hot.

You pulled of the sunglasses and placed them on the dash.

“See ya later, and also, you can come over any time use any materials you like. My brother got a new surf board and then went off to college, it’s all yours if you want it,”

JJ smirked, perks of having a kook friend that lived with a family that bought status symbols with their money, “can I get your number?”

“Yeah, it’s-“

You both stopped at the banging on JJs window.

Your father, was urgently yelling, “Y/N get out here right now. Your late for training, god damn it,” it was muffled, but you both understood.

“Training?” JJ questioned.

“See you at the Cameron’s,” you winked, then hopped out of the car and joined your dad inside the kook mansion.

JJ contemplated a life with you, only for a moment, then pulled out of your, rather long, stone driveway.

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miyaniacs · 4 years ago

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Mafia AU - Bokuto x fem!reader

Chapter 6 - Unexpected Events

Chapter 5 - You are mine. ; Index ; masterlist

warnings: mentions of death and blood

Tuesday, 7pm

Ushijima left about an hour ago, he stayed quite long after last night. Strange enough you had a feeling that he felt bad when he saw all the bruises he left on your body and how you frowned with every movement.

You sigh and fall down on your sofa, pulling your blanket over your legs.

Why have I chose this life again? You sigh and look over at the plush owl.

Yeah why have you? At first you could say it was as if you were forced. Ushijima saved you this one night, that still hunts your dreams. Until that night you’ve always been naive, walking around the city at night, partying until the next morning or waking up in some strangers bed.

That night you got into the car of those two guys, they told you they just needed to ‘talk with some of their guys’. You got out of the car with them, the ‘other guys’ already waiting for them, but as soon as they saw you something changed. “We got something for us to have some fun” the one next to you said and pushed you forwards, you stumbled on the hard ground. The other got closer and you knew what was going to happen to you, but then he came. You still remember his words: “You’re here to work and not to take advantage of some innocent girl. GET THE FUCK OFF OF HER NOW!”. Then a shoot, and the guy who was feeling you up just seconds before fall down next to you. Blood running put off the wound on his head. The next thing you felt was his arm around your waist pulling you up, protectively pushing you against him, the gun in his other hand. You can still feel the warmth that filled your body in that moment. You never felt so save before.

Ushijima took you home that night and stayed until you felt asleep. The next morning you woke up finding some fresh croissants in your kitchen together with his number, saying that you should text him. And so you did.. and he asked you for one small favour. This favour was 2 years ago. You got used to all the money, the adrenaline and the fun.

“I’m so sorry Bokuto.” You say and pull the owl into your chest, feeling the tiredness taking over your body you closed your eyes.

Wednesday, 2am

Your eyes shoot open. What was this noise? Is someone at your door? Yeah there is definitely someone banging on your door.

You grab your gun and walk over to your door.

“Y/n.. please tell me you can hear me.” Wait you know this voice, but it sounds different?

You look throw the door viewer and you see exactly what you feared to see.

Quickly you open the door and help Bokuto in. Blood dripping out of a wound on his arm, his right eye is swollen and all in all he doesn’t look good, probably due to the blood loss.

You guide him to your bathroom and he sits down on your toilet.

“Can you take off your shirt?” You ask him and he nods, taking off his shirt. You grab a long tweezer and some bandages. FUCK your disinfectants are empty. “Bo, I’m sorry but I need to get vodka, I forgot to stock up on my disinfectants.” You look back at him, “Take that towel and press against the wound.” Hurrying back to your kitchen you grab the vodka and come back into the bath only to find Bokuto passed out. “FUCK!” You exclaimed and quicks check his pulse.

Okay. Everything is alright. He just passed out. You quickly clean up the wound with the vodka, which eventually gets him back to reality. “SHITT” he groans. “I need to get the bullet out. Here bite on that towel.” You hand him the towel he was originally supposed to press on his wound.

Carefully you remove the bullet with the tweezers and sew the wound together. You’re really glad you volunteered for the ambulance when you were 18. After putting on the bandage, you finally look into his eyes.

“Bo, what happened?” Your eyes filled with sorrow.

“Nothing major, one of the gangs that worked for us though it was a good idea to act up.”, He took a sip out of the vodka, “but don’t worry, I took care of them.” He lazily smirks.

“Bokuto - “ you start but he interrupts you. “It’s fine really, I can go now if you want. Your apartment just was the nearest and I needed somewhere to go and you told me that you volunteered for the ambulance so, sorry if I caused trouble.” He gets up, his face twitched in pain.

Why do all of them have to act so tough. You can’t even count the times Tosh stood in front of your door, with several wounds barley able to walk - all the convincing it took you to made him stay, it was ridicules.

“Bokuto, please stay.” You stutter. He turns around and looks down at you. “Do you really want that?” He asks. You nod and take his hand leading him to your bedroom, gesturing to your bed. He hesitates at first but then took off his shoes and lays down.

“Do you need anything?” You ask him and he smiles. “Just you in my arms.” Your heart arches and you slowly walk towards him. You sit down next to him and he wraps his non injured arm around you to pull you down on his chest. After a few seconds you shift and wrap one arm around his waist, your head rests on his chest while you throw one of your legs over his.

“Who caused them?” He asks, his fingers tracing the marks Ushijima left on your collarbone and neck. You gulp, already looking for an excuse. “Wait never mind, just tell me if it’s something serious with this guy?” He mumbles his fingers now run through your hair. “I really don’t know, it’s mainly sex but I-“ you sigh, you’ve actually always been confused about what this thing between you and Tosh is. “It’s fine, that just means that I have to take more effort in now to make you mine.” You feel your cheeks burn at his words - ‘To make you mine.’.

As if you’re in trance you look at his eyes and push yourself up, to kiss him. Finally you feel his soft lips again. Switching the position you’re now sitting onto of him, deepening the kiss. You don’t know how much practice he got, but you’re melting in the kiss, both of you not wanting to break it. Soon after you need air, he gently stokes your cheek and gives you a perk on your lips. “We should sleep okay?” You whine in response. “No baby, we sleep now, we are not in the right state to get this more heated.” He chuckles as you mumbles something not understandable and cuddle back up on him. His arm pulls you tighter onto him, his face nuzzled in your hair, as you fall asleep to the steady beat of his heart.

Wednesday, 7 am

You wake up by someone calling your name.

“Hey, y/n.” Bokuto whispers in your ear while planting kisses on your temples. “Baby, I know you’re awake.” He laughs softly and you groan. “Just a few more minutes..” You mumble and cuddle closer to him, hiding your face in his chest, shielding your eyes from the morning sun.

“Baby.. You need to get up. You have a class at 9am.” He stokes your hair and looks at you lovingly. You move your head, eyes fluttering because of the light and place a kiss on his jawline.

“I’ll just skip it.” You close your eyes again but Bokuto takes away the blankets and now you’re freezing. “OMG BO?!” Your eyes are now fully open and you look at him disgusted. “You don’t need to care about my education” you huff. Yes, you’re grumpy in the morning. Especially with the lack of sleep and your needed caffein. “Go and get ready, I’ll make some coffee grumpy.” Bokuto laughs. “Wait, let me check your arm first.” You look at the bandage on his arm, which has a light red sport showing. “No, I’m fine, don’t worry about me. It doesn’t hurt anymore.” He lies, and clearly you know that he does, but you don’t have the energy right now to discuss this topic any further with him so you just sigh and make your way to the bathroom.

Wednesday, 7:50 am

“Here.” Bokuto places the cup in front of you, while you scroll through your phone checking your messages. “Thank you Bo.” You smile, not lifting your eyes off your phone. “Should I drive you to your campus?” He asks and lifts his own cup up to his lips. “Would that be okay for you?” You now look at him. His hair is still messy, he has dark circles under his eyes, one of his eyes is still some colour of purple, his shirt isn’t buttoned up completely, leaving the upper buttons undone. “You look like shit.” You state. “Oh you were the one putting vodka on my wound, how do you expect me to look?” He rolls his eyes in a joking way before he adds ”besides I’d put on a different shirt if I were you. There is quite some discolorations showing.” You groan, remembering the mess Ushijima left on your skin and get up to put on a T-Shirt with a higher collar.

Wednesday, 8:40 am

You get out of Bokuto’s car after saying your goodbye and promising him that you won*t ignore his messages and be save and most importantly text him if you’d feel uncomfortable.

Walking towards the building your class is held in you receive a massage from Ushijima.

From: Tosh

Wait for me in the room after the lecture ends. We need to meet Kags at the Casino afterwards.

You reread the message for five times and the ‘wait for me in the room’ won’t make any sense.

“Hey Y/N!” Your best friends walk up to you and you great them putting your phone away. It’s Ushijima after all who knows why you need to wait there for him.

Wednesday, 9:15 am

The door opens and your faculty director walks in. “I’m sorry to announce that Professor Bernstein died.” All the student immediately start to whisper, all the crazies theories about his death coming up, “YET we quickly found someone who will take his place for the rest of the semester. Please welcome -“ you stop listening. You already know who he is, and now you know why your old professor has died all of sudden. You roll your eyes as Ushijimas lock with yours.

Wednesday, 1:30 pm

You told your friends that you need to talk with the Professor because of some essay you had to do. They just smirked at you “You don’t have to lie, we have eyes. He is hot as fuck, shoot your shot babygirl.”

Sadly you weren't the only one staying in the room. Around 10 other female students are circling the desk Ushijima leans against asking him question after question - or more likely flirting with him. You huff. As if anyone of them would have a chance with him. The black hair one with this extremely deep cut shirt takes a step forward and - puts her hand on his chest?

The more you watch her touching him, the more annoyed you get. You sigh loudly, getting attention. He smirks and tells the other girls off, which still try to stay ,but quickly run off as his presence changes, showing that that he was not kindly asking them.

He slowly walks up to you. “Why?” You just ask him. “It was the Boss’s idea. We’re all worried about your safety since this Bastard picked you up on the campus and also came to you last night.” By now he reached the sport you’re standing, hovering over you. You open your mouth to say something but he’s faster “Don’t worry, I know you’re just playing your role babygirl.” He gently stokes your cheek. “Shouldn't we go now? I bet the others are already waiting.” You grumble and add “You took long enough answering those questions - about what? If your muscles are real?” If you could take back your words you would. The last part was supposed to be your thoughts only. “Is my baby jealous?” He smirks. Yes, yes you are jealous. You’re not used to see other girls flirt with him that offensively. Usually when the two of you are around others it was visible for everyone that he was with you. “Now you know how I feel, when I see you with Bokuto. So just imagine how you’d feel if you know one of them spends the night at mine.” He whispers the last part in your ear. Your stomach twists simply by the thought of some other girl sharing a bed with him. Your lack of answers is enough for him to smile softly. “Exactly baby. But don’t worry. I don’t want anyone else than you.” he gently kisses the soft skin behind your ear. “Now let’s get going, the boss is waiting”

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 5 years ago

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Imagine

Erik begging plus size reader to sit that phat pussy on his face while he talks all nasty about her generous curves.

Erik had a close eye on Y/N’s sexy big beautiful butt.

All those curves on one woman...shit was ridiculous.

“Damn, throw it back, baby.” He spoke in a low tone while watching her dance with a drink in her hand. He was ready to take her ass to one of these bedrooms the minute she walked into the house party with that short ass sequins dress on, back tattooed with a big blue butterfly that rested between the back rolls that she had. Her ass was so phat when she walked her dress looked like it slipped between her juicy cheeks. Let’s not forget them big ass titties. Them thangs looked heavy and full. He could see her veins over the light brown skin of her tits and she kept adjusting the straps because her big ass tits would make the front sag. He just needed one nip slip.

“I know exactly what I would enjoy doing to that.” He says, taking a sip from his drink. Glad to have her number, Erik shoots her a text, hoping that would give him a chance to fuck her, taste her, touch her...

Erik: You so damn beautiful, girl.

It didn’t take any time for Y/N to look down at her phone. She looked up, eyes scanning the room before falling on Erik, giving him a flirtatious wave. He nods his head in recognition at her before motioning for her to come to him. Like he knew she would, Y/N walks over, those big thighs rubbing together as she walked. The bounce in her titties had him following their path, his tongue dragging over his lower lip. She came within his space, the smell of vanilla bean surrounding him. Looking at her from head to toe, she had those chubby toes painted white, nails all long and this cute pink ombré color. Her skin even had a glittery shimmer to it.

“You gonna give me that one on one twerk? I’m tryna see something.”

“Hello, Erik,” she rolls her eyes, “nice to see you too.”

“My fault, wassup, Y/N,” he gave her a sly smile before raising a brow at her. She blushes, shaking her head at him. Erik reaches out to grab her hand. She accepts it, loving the warmth there.

“You was jiggling, baby girl. Had my ass mesmerized.”

“Stop playing, you always do this shit.”

Erik couldn’t stand when she did that.

“Why do you always say that? You got it, ma.”

She started shifting in her heels, looking away from him with those fat cheeks perked up from smiling, dimples deep. Erik wanted to kiss and nibble on those cheeks. He pulls her hand up in the air, twirling her around to admire her 360. Damn...

Y/N giggles, turning back to face him while her ass backed up on some dude by accident. The guy looked down at her with low eyes, drink to his lips as he admires her.

“Shit, my fault sweetheart.” Erik could feel that niggas thirst. He pulls Y/N towards him, dude giving him a look before turning away.

“You are so extra, you’re not even my man.”

“But I’m tryna be though.”

Once again she gave him a look. Y/N starts dancing again, rolling those wide hips. Erik tilts his head to watch her ass move.

Damn, I want that on my tongue, he thought.

“All that juicy, sweetness. All that damn booty meat.”

Rolling her sexy eyes, she takes a sip from her cup. She licks her lips before looking over at Erik, trapped in his intense gaze. He could see a noticeable shiver come over her. He was ecstatic to know that he had an effect on her.

“Moist and melt in your mouth type of fine.”

His words were definitely getting to her because instead of her dancing with her ass away from him, she was giving him even more of a close up on that ass. A New Orleans bounce joint came on, Y/N bending over, popping her ass back on Erik. The arch in her back and those sweaty back rolls. She was trying his patience.

“Keep backing that phat shit up on me and watch I take you up stairs.”

“What? Like this,” she bends all the way over, folding that plump body in half as she worked her ass all over Erik’s crotch. He was about to loose it with her. He grabs her hips, giving her some of what he had too. She could feel his length pressed between her cheeks.

“You in a beautiful position.”

Her booty bounced like a drum roll on him. Her home girls must have found her location because he could hear one of them let out a shrill laughter, phone up as she recorded her.

“Bitch, Damn, hold upppppp.” They we’re hyping her up. She gave Erik one final bounce before the song switched up. She lifts, shyly, grabbing the cup her friend had waiting for her and taking a huge sip. He liked how bold she was being with him.

“Thickness.” Erik calls out to her.

“What?”

“Come here, let me see that, sweetheart.”

She allowed him to pull her into him, his hands squeezing her back rolls on both sides. It was smooth and wet, just like the rest of her body from all the sweat. With all that extra meat on her, the sweat that poured out of her had to taste like wet sugar.

“Can you do it on the mouth though?”

“What did you say?”

Everyone was screaming while rapping to dreams and nightmares so she couldn’t hear a word that Erik said. He wraps an around around her back, leaning down to press his lips against her ear.

“Can you do it on the mouth though?”

“Do what?!”

“Pop that pussy”

She leans away from him, playfully mushing his face.

“I mean, you gonna answer my question?”

“I can,” she says, leaning her head against his chest, “you are wild!”

He had his lips to her ear again.

“I want you to sit all that good ass on my face.”

He had a serious look. None of that playful shit, he was dead fucking serious.

“Right now?”

“Yeah.”

Y/N regards him for a moment, a nervous air crowding her.

“I don’t know...”

“Huh?” He couldn’t hear a word she said. Erik grabs her hand, pulling her towards the steps so they could have some real privacy. This was his friends house so he knew what rooms to use. Up the stairs and down the hall Erik enters a small room with a dim light and a double bed. He closes the door behind Y/N.

“What was that you were saying?”

“I said I don’t know.” She looked around the room before sitting on the bed.

“What if someone comes up here?”

Erik takes a seat really close next to her.

“Nobody worries about us. I just need you to sit on my fucking face. You driving me crazy.”

She could feel a nervous energy crowd her body.

“That’s all you wanna do to me?”

“Nah,” he says with a shake of his dreaded head, “I wanna do a lot of things to you but that can wait. We got plenty of time.”

Erik takes his hand, squeezing it between her upper thighs. It was so hot between her thick skin that his hand was sweating.

“Damn, girl, you so damn thick.”

She opens her legs a little more to give him better access, her titties bouncing as she moved on the bed.

“Them D cups on you got me drooling.”

“DD,” she corrects.

“Shitt. Even better for me.”

Her laugh was infectious. Erik couldn’t help himself as he leaned forward kissing her on her fat cheek then nibbling it with his teeth. Her cheeks reminded him of those cabbage patch dolls.

“Let me undress you.” He whispers to her.

She timidly rests her hands at her sides while Erik reaches up to grab the thin straps of her sequins dress, pulling it down nice and slow. Her fleshy mounds popped out at him, her titties poking right out and ready for his mouth. She had them pierced too. Then her beautiful stomach with light brown stretch marks on them, pussy hiding behind the fat on her thighs.

While he sucked and licked on her titties, his had his hand cupping his erection since it was so damn hard and compressed in his jeans. He’d worry about himself later. For now, he wanted her to put all that weight on his face, ride him while his hands caress her body.

“That feels so good, Erik,” she was moaning and looking down at him while he sucked. She placed her hair behind her ear to get a good look at him. Even though she let him suck on her tits she still had her hands around her stomach to try and hide. Erik grabs them both, putting them to her sides.

“I wanna see that beautiful stomach. I’m already gonna see it when you sit on my face. Stop hiding what you working with, ma.”

“Okay,” she gave him a small smile.

Erik places himself on the bed, motioning for her to straddling his face. She climbed up, her pillows thighs on either side of his head. She arched her back a little bit, hands flat in front of her with her titties swinging about his head for him to grab and twirl her nipples.

“Fuck, I can feel that stomach on me,” he reached up, massaging her fat there and causing her to moan. She had a singing finger in her mouth, giving him that naughty girl look.

“Sit on my chest, let me see that phat pussy.”

She leans back, thighs opening and her chubby hand with those long nails parting her lips for him. He heard the creamy sound of her lips parting and his eyes focused on nothing but plump pussy lips swollen with arousal, a waxed mound minus the little patch of curly brown hair she had. Clit was big, he’d never been with a bitch who had a big clit. She looked tight as fuck too with all that cream she had oozing from her. She was so turned on and she didn’t even play with herself.

“So that’s what you working with? That’s that good pussy you’ve been keeping from me?”

“Yes,” she moaned out, biting her lip.

“Make them thighs shake.”

She starts to jiggle her thighs, pussy lips opening and closing each time she did it. Erik stretched his hands forward, slapping her inner thighs hard.

“Do that again, I like that,” she begged. He gave her what she wanted.

He wanted to mark up all of her voluptuous curves.

“Come sit on my face, pretty girl.”

She crawled up his body, her pussy sitting on his mouth now. Looking down she could only see the top of his head. Erik reaches behind her to grab handfuls of her ass while he used his tongue to part her lower lips in half. Her body jerked from how wet and warm it felt.

“Sit up real quick baby.”

She adjusts herself, lifting up a bit. Erik kisses her stomach, then he takes his hands to pull her pussy lips apart.

“Arch your back some more for me, girl.”

The minute she did that Erik put his whole mouth on her pussy.

He takes his lips off her clit, “...tell me if it becomes to much...”

Erik didn’t wait for an answer as he went back to her pussy, making sure to catch every single drop of her arousal on his tongue.

“DaddyDaddyDaddy,” she chanted in his ear, Erik rewarding her with more licks and sucks. He suckled on her pussy like he was slurping the meat off a chicken bone.

“Think you can handle some more, big girl?”

The double entendre of that had her toes curling.

“Yes, please, I want more...it feels so good, I’m a big girl.”

Erik could hear the pout in her voice.

“Yeah, you big and fine with all this juicy meat on your body. Ride my face...pop that pussy on my tongue.”

She started bouncing on his tongue. He would flicker it over her clit each time she came back down on his mouth. He still had her pussy lips open so he could get at everything. Her wet pussy was just wide open and glistening.

“I can feel these big dimpled thighs smacking me in the face, girl. And that big ass bouncing on my chin. Flip over!!!”

Y/N turns around, arching forward. Erik takes his hands to spread her ass cheeks. Her pussy was winking at him. He held her open as wide as she could go so he could see directly into her pussy, her wet hole was slick with cream and spit.

“You taste just like the food you eat.”

She loved that. Her breath hitched from that.

“So it tastes like strawberry shortcake with extra whipped cream?”

He moaned. The sound of his moan had her looking back at him. He had his eyebrows creased, lips poked out, eyes so low she could only make out his curled lashes.

“I wanna demolish your pussy right now.”

“Here,” she moves closer to his mouth, “eat me, Daddy. Eat my cookies and cream.”

“Ima cream in these cookies if you keep talking like that.”

His mouth was buried to the hilt. She clapped her cheeks over him while her clit was in his mouth. She would lift her hips to release her clit only to fall back down for him to grab again.

“Oh, shit, Daddy, you’re making me cum!!!”

She sat still, moans so angelic as he ate her through her orgasm.

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