#magneto cock appreciation

[therisingdarkness]

[roguelov]

Request: If your request are open and if you donr mind can you write an Earth 2 Harriosn Wells. Where in season the reader hit by dark mater, her mater prower starting to show up, mean Eobard kbow that she is going to be a meta and guve her some kind of drugs which stop her power abd after hiting by dark matter, her power come back.. the reader have power like magneto. thank you.

You were there. There at STAR labs when the particle accelerator. Alarms shrieked in your ears. People’s panicked looks gave you chills. How did this happened? Everything was checked, double checked, then tripled checked. You were one of the many engineers tasked to build and complete this revolutionary machine. You knew every piece that went into it. Every precaution the team took. Yet, here you were watching as everything slowly tipped sideways. Before you knew it, the building shook as the accelerator exploded. People screamed. The flood of panicked people dragged you outside. In the daze and confusion, surprisingly you found yourself home. Safe. You stayed there for the next few days.

Yet in those days, you felt different. A massive event such as this would leave many feeling different. Feeling as if they defied death. Feeling as if they should count their blessings and appreciate life more. Those feelings did run through you, but this feeling was so bizarre. You couldn’t properly describe it. Only describing it as how your skin constantly crawled. Buzzed with a new sensation. You ultimately chalked it off as your mind still comprehending how you escaped death.

But. That feeling never went away.

Then strange things started occurring. Nearly every time you picked up your tools they stuck to your skin. No matter how many times you cleaned them. And they never felt sticky, but there had to be some residue on them. Why else would that happen? Secondly, your tools always appeared next to you. If you needed a wrench, boom, it was next to your hand. You need a screwdriver, bam, it was already in your hand. Then finally if you accidentally knock your tools off your station you could always catch it. It seemed to be suspended in air every time. Maybe it was a trick of the eye. Maybe you just had quick reflexes. The oddest part was this didn’t just happen to your tool but any metallic object. Coins. Silverware. Keys. Pens. Any object that had a slim amount of metal, you were pulled towards it.

Finally, after a week of strange occurrences you approached Dr. Wells about it. Maybe, you were simply crazy. Maybe it was due to the explosion. Either way you needed answers. You knocked on his office door, “Dr. Wells?”

“Come in.” You pushed open the door finding him hunched over paperwork. Specifically hospital records. Curious, you peeked at the name. Bartholomew Henry Allen. You cocked an eyebrow. Why is Dr. Wells interested in a hospital patient? “Did you need something (Y/N)?”

You snapped back. “Right, uh, sorry, it’s just that I have a question.” You shuffled in place. “Do you think it’s possible that the particle accelerator explosion could cause some side effects?”

Harrison placed the papers down. His full attention on you now. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I know that it caused you to lose your ability to walk, but could it cause something else? Like something weirder?” You sighed rubbing the back of your neck. “I don’t know, I guess this past week I’ve been feeling weird. And I think weird things are happening to me.”

Harrison leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms. “Like?”

“Like I feel like I’m a magnet. Metal object are just pulled towards me and I feel pulled towards them.”

He sat quiet for a second. You didn’t know what he was thinking. Does he believe me? God, I hope so. What would he do if he doesn’t? Fire me? I mean there’s only Caitlin and Cisco left. He doesn’t have the vast amount of employees to rely on anymore.

“I think you’ve been working too much. The stress of the explosion. The stress of understanding where it went wrong. Don’t think I see you watching the video feeds and studying the blueprints.” You blushed a bit at being caught. “I think you just need some rest. Here, come back tomorrow and I’ll give you some medication to help. Then take a week off.”

“Medication?” You were not too fond of the idea.

“Yes, medication. I use it personally and it helps with stress. I’ll make sure Caitlin goes over your medical records to give you a safe dosage. There’s nothing wrong with needing medication to get better. Besides, you’ll only take it from the week your off. And I assure you when you return to STAR labs you’ll be yourself again.”

“Alright,” you nodded. “I trust you Dr. Wells.”

He was right.

The next day, he gave you the medication. Specifically told you to take it for the entire week without skipping. Two pills each day. One in the morning and one at night. He also said to avoid any work. Stay away from your tools, he told you. Just relax was his final statement.

For the next week, you followed his instructions. You stayed home watching your favorite shows and movies, you went out to your favorite restaurants, you entertained yourself with your side hobbies, and you simply treated yourself to anything you desired. Most importantly, you remembered to take those pills. Those little pink pills. By the end of the week, no more attraction. No buzzing under your skin. No magnetism. You were refreshed. You were yourself again. And you were ready to work. You never thought about your mini vacation again. Everything turned out fine and there was no more reason to worry. Yet. Weird things started happening all over Central City. From bringing Barry Allen to STAR labs who continued to cause power outages to hearing rumors of people developing powers.

No. I – no. I wasn’t. I wasn’t like them. No it was just a stressful week. With no sleep I just started to hallucinate. Simple.

You continued to push down those thoughts of suspension. Those feelings of betrayal. Feeling as if you were robbed. You bottled up all those feelings. You had to. You needed to put your focus on helping Barry become the Flash, on saving Central City. Eventually, you forgot. Glad actually. Able to move on. Until Dr. Wells true identity was revealed. He was Eobard Thawne. A man from the future. The Reverse Flash. The enemy. Those emotions trapped in their bottles. Tipped. Further and further. Crashing onto the ground spilling their content. You had to know. Was it really in your mind? Or were you a meta? Captured and trapped in the cell, you approached Eobard. Nervous, but determined.

“Ah, (Y/N), I was wondering when you would come to visit me,” he said. He leaned on the back wall arms crossed. Completely relaxed. How can a man trapped exude so much confidence?

Taking a deep breath, you stepped closer to the glass. He followed your lead meeting you. His eyes twinkled with glee as he smirked down at you. That look in his eyes made you want to slap him. Why is he so smug? Staring him square in the eyes, you asked, “Did you take away my powers?”

You didn’t think it was possible, but his smirk grew. He stood so close to the glass, so close to you. His breath fogged the glass when he answered, “Yes.”

You blinked. You were not expecting such a direct answer. “What? Why? You made me think I was crazy! That I was having some sort of stress induced episode,” you glared at him.

“Because with your powers you would become a nuisance. Another factor to consider and I was not about to take the risk.” He shrugged turning around strolling to the back wall. As if he was done with the conversation. As if he was the one in control. “And I knew who you would become. One less hero to worry about.”

You stepped back. Shock evident in your face. Not that he noticed. Silence filled the room as you processed his words. You finally whispered, “You robbed me of my future.”

He spun around with a cocked eyebrow. “So? The future is never set. Always shifting and changing. You just happened to be another insignificant aspect that I simply altered.”

Ooo, I want to slap him so badly. Right across his stupid face. Frustration flared inside you. Stomping forward, you slammed your fist on the glass. “Apparently I wasn’t so insignificant if you had to change the future. You, Eobard Thawne, are pathetic. Worried only about yourself. You’ll never get back to the future I’ll make sure of it.”

You marched away. But, his devilish smile was seared into your mind. After that day, you never told anyone. Not about your altered meta future, not about that week and the drugs that suppressed your abilities, not about the conversation with Eobard and how he robbed you. It was your only secret from the team.

After Eobard, after the singularity, you finally thought life would go back to normal. Just you, Cisco, Caitlin, and Barry helping Central City. At least that was the hope. However, life thought a future speedster and a black hole was simply too boring, child’s play, because it decided to throw the multiverse at you. Along with a familiar face. Harrison Wells. From Earth 2. Or as Cisco dubbed him to avoid confusion, Harry.

Harry was obviously more direct and cold compared to Eobard. Yet, there was something that you saw that the others didn’t. His dedication. His massive heart. Although, he didn’t wear it on his sleeve you saw it. You spent a lot of time with him, so of course you saw it first. Being an engineer, you offered your assistance on multiple tasks. Cisco was also there, but the two men argued every second. Much to your dismay. Cisco only saw his rude, blunt exterior. When Cisco inevitable stormed off it would be just you and Harry. That’s where it all started.

In the beginning, the two of you always had the same bland conversation.

You would say, “You should apologize to Cisco.”

He would counter, “Why? It’s his own fault anyway. He can’t understand simple mechanics or follow basic instructions.”

You would smirk, “And you can’t take criticism.”

It was nothing more than you scolding and teasing Harry and his childish behavior. He never yelled at you like Cisco, but he would definitely throw items when he got frustrated. Which lead to the infamous incident of him throwing a marker blindly hitting you straight on your forehead.

Harry groaned ranking his hands through his hair. You glanced over at him from your work station. He huffed standing in front of a white board. Random equations erased and rewritten multiple times. He turned around. Then peered over his shoulder back at the mess of work. Glaring he stomped over to his desk. Constantly flipping through books, re-checking math, and growing more and more agitated.

He finally snapped. Pushing all the papers and books of the desk, you winced at the heavy thud. He picked up a pencil chucking it. He picked up a more paper tossing it. You got out of your seat to ask if he was okay and to find a way to cool him down. He picked up a marker throwing it. Throwing it in your direction. Hitting you directly on your forehead.

Immediately, you yelped, “Ow.”

Harry froze. Turning toward you, he saw you rub your forehead as the marker rolled away. His eyes grow wide and rushed over. “Oh my god, I am so sorry. I should have looked before I started throwing. Or maybe I should just stop throwing things,” he mumbled the last part. “Again I’m really sorry.”

Through all of his apologizes, a giggle rose in your throat. Before you had time to force it down, you started laughing. Uncontrollably. “I guess I walked into that,” you laughed.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

More giggles. “Yeah, I’m fine. Seriously? What are the odds?” Harry slowly smiled. Glad you’re not mad at him. “Alright, noted. Do not go near the raging scientist. Especially when he has a marker in his hand,” you giggled.

“Just don’t go too far,” he smiled. You blushed at his response.

Later, this moment became extremely hilarious because it was the day the two of you started falling for each other. Weeks later, you started dating.

Despite the harsh times. From Zoom, to rescuing Jesse then her running away, to Barry losing his speed, to Caitlin being kidnapped. Hit after hit, yet your love still prevailed. A testament how in dark times everyone needed a shining light. However, the rest of the team was not on the receiving end of the warming light. The city continued to spiral into chaos. Zoom being relentless by killing officers and now recruiting other metas. While, the Flash was nowhere to be seen.

The team needed a miracle. That miracle being Harry’s insane plan to restart the particle accelerator giving Barry his speed back. The team divided. Needing a hero. But not wanting to possibly lose a friend. In the end, it was Barry’s decision and he was willing to do anything in order to save others. You, Cisco, and Harry created a machine to help isolate the dark matter as well as incorporating every detail from Barry’s first accident. However, the outcome was not planned. The dark matter still unstable escaped throwing everyone back. The force of it slammed you against the wall. Knocking you unconscious.

And I knew who you would become. One less hero to worry about.

You groaned. My head. Cracking one eye open, you hissed at the light. Blinking rapidly, your eyes focused on the room. It was the med-bay. Turning your head, you found no one else. What time is it? How long have I been out? You sat up. A little too quickly. A dizzy spell washed over you. Ugh. Why does everything feel weird? Your head begged to be split open. Your back screamed in protest. Your skin crawled with a buzzing sensation.

“(Y/N)! Oh my god, you’re awake!”

You jerked your head towards the voice. Caitlin? Wait. But. Zoom? What?

“Hold on, I’ll go get the others.” She scurried away.

What the hell?

She returned moments later with everyone else. Well, whoever was still at STAR labs being Barry, Cisco, Caitlin, and Harry. Harry immediately pulled you into a hug. Your body not too pleased with the contact, but your heart appreciated it. You sighed and hugged him back. Everyone smiled and waited for their hug. After everyone greeted you, you asked the obvious question. “How long was I out?”

Harry answered, “Five days.”

“What,” you squeaked out.

“Yeah, but it’s okay now because you’re awake. We have Caitlin back. Everyone is safe. I mean Zoom is still on a rampage but the team is back!” Cisco exclaimed.

You couldn’t respond. You only thought about the days that passed and everything that happened while you slept.

“Come on guys give her some space. Here I’ll just do a check of your vitals,” Caitlin said.

Everyone left. Harry lingered by your side. Not ready to leave you along again. You assured him you were fine. He huffed. He kissed your cheek before walking away allowing Caitlin room to work. Caitlin checked the monitors, did a physical and found nothing wrong. You were perfectly healthy. Yet, your skin continued to hum and as you sat on the bed you swayed. Feeling a tug from all directions. It was nauseating.

“Caitlin, are you sure I’m okay,” you asked.

She raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, why? Do you not feel good?”

“I just feel dizzy. Or off? I don’t know how to explain it.”

“It might because of your lack of nutrition and proper fluids. You have been out for five days. Here, I’ll go get you something to snack on. Just stay here,” Caitlin urged you before walking off.

But, you couldn’t sit still. The swaying. The pull. The buzzing sensation. You needed to move. Needed to walk around. You stumbled a bit when your feet first touched the ground. One foot in front of the other. Left. Right. Left. You strolled into the Cortex trying to push away these feelings. The strange part wasn’t the feelings themselves, but how familiar it felt. Like you knew them. Remembered them.

Then it dawned on you.

Panic. Excitement. Fear. Absolute joy. Mixed emotions swirled in you. No? Couldn’t be? The sensation grew. The slight tug, the gentle swaying turned into a harsh yank. Your breath trapped in your throat. You were yanked off the ground. Floated up to the ceiling. Where you stayed. You couldn’t react properly. Shock kept you quiet. Fear kept you from trying to move. Your focus on other things. You powers were back. These feelings, those hums, was your body sensing all the metal in the building. The extensions of you. The magnetic pull. However, that same magnetic tug became so stronger that it yanked you off of the safe ground onto the ceiling. The tug from the metal beams running underneath the concrete. I wonder how weird this looks. You faced the ceiling. Hands and feet connected to the concrete while your back faced the ground. The very distance ground.

“Okay, (Y/N), I have some jello, fruits, and crackers,” Caitlin’s voice entered the Cortex. “(Y/N)?

Twisting your head, you saw her search the med-bay. You cleared your throat, “Um, Caitlin up here.”

Her eyes followed your voice. Her mouth fell open. “How? What? How did you get up there?”

“Um, it’s a long story, but the short version is that I think I’m a meta who can control metal. Or I could be just a super magnet.” She stood gapping at you. “Caitlin, I would very much like to get down so if you could get the others to help that would be great.”

She nodded and ran out. Seconds later, Caitlin retuned back with Cisco, Barry, and Harry. They all shared Caitlin’s previous reaction: wide eyes and gapping mouth. You stared at them with your head thrown back. Which ironically, made them appear to be the ones who were on the ceiling. Not you. “Uh, hey guys,” you chuckled nervously.

Still shocked, you received lots of incomplete questions. Luckily Cisco could finally form one. “How did this happen?”

“By recreating the particle accelerator explosion,” Harry mumbled. Which confirmed your suspensions.

“But like how? It was contained. No one else was affected. Why you?” Cisco continued.

You sighed then explained everything to them. From the first explosion, from the strange feelings you developed, to Eobard giving you pills, to the last conversation you had with him. You were a meta, but Eobard stole your powers.

“Why didn’t you tell us before,” Barry asked.

“Well I didn’t think it was worth to dwell on the past or on something that I couldn’t change,” you began. “And sometimes I was able to forget and other times it would haunt me. I always wondered if it would come back on its own. And it looks like I got my wish. Sort of.” Funny how you were starting to have this heart to heart conversation while stuck to the ceiling. “Alright, we can talk about more of this later, okay? I just really want to get off of this ceiling, please.”

Harry stepped forward. “I could catch you?” He stood underneath of you with his arms extended.

“Harry, you’re amazing and you know that I love you, but I really don’t trust you to catch me,” you replied. “Besides I don’t want to hurt you. Do you see where I am right now? I’m on the ceiling! Not a foot off the ground! Don’t we have some cushions? Or anything? Preferably soft. Like really soft.”

“We have those boxes with packing peanuts,” Cisco suggested.

“You mean those same boxes we use for Barry when he flies off the treadmill?”

“Uh, yeah.”

“Are you sure there is nothing else?”

“No, not really,” Caitlin answered.

“Fine,” you huffed. “Go get the damn boxes.”

Minutes passed, the team set up a grid of boxes underneath you. You still didn’t trust it. But it was the only option. “Okay, you’re good to drop,” Barry announced.

“If I can,” you muttered to yourself. Taking a deep breath, you pushed off the ceiling. For a second, you hovered in the air. Your fingers skimmed the ceiling. Your heart leapt to your throat. Then you crashed to the ground. The boxes caught you. Doing their job perfectly. Packing peanuts exploded covering you. It hurt. Slightly. Better than the ground. Harry rushed over wiping off peanuts off of you and helped you onto your feet. On your feet, he flicked one more peanut off your head causing you to chuckle.

“Well, we all know what this means,” Cisco stated with a smirk. “We have to get you a suit and an awesome name.”

You laughed.

“After some training,” Harry warned as he wrapped his arm around you.

You and Cisco shared a look. Ideas of suits and names bounced in your heads. “We’ll talk about this later,” he staged whispered. You laughed, but Harry rolled his eyes.

*** (EXTENDED SCENE) ***

Days later, you were training by yourself when Harry strolled into the vast storage room. The same storage room with old cut outs from ‘Dr. Light’s’ training. It was the only space big enough for you. Room for you to toss metal containers around. Or see how many containers you could levitate at once. Harry watched you with your arms raised. Currently, you were levitating two metal containers. A personal best.

“So, how’s it going,” he asked.

“Good,” you said through clenched teeth.

He stared as you gently floated the metal containers back to the ground. Curiosity grappled at him. He helped train you, but you started going off on your own. Every second dedicated to seeing where your limits lie. But it was still too early to know. Crossing his arms, he asked, “So, have you figured out all you can do? Or have you done anything new that I haven’t seen?”

“Well I am pretty sure I can just control metal and sense it. I haven’t been able to float again like the first time, but I’m getting there. I think. But I did learn a neat little trick.” You outstretched your hand. Harry’s eyes go wide as he stumbled forward. Unable to stop. You pulled him forward by his belt buckle. When he stood directly in front of you, you smirked, “Handy trick don’t you think?”

He chuckled, “I think so.” He stared at you. Proud and lovely. “I should probably stop wearing metal.”

“Good luck with that,” you laughed as you tugged on his jacket. “You don’t wear anything else besides this black jacket. Which if you haven’t notice has zippers.”

“I could just wear nothing,” he raised an eyebrow smirking.

“Now that would be funny. I bet Cisco would appreciate it.”

“No one else?” He grabbed your hips.

You hummed. “I mean I guess I would.” The two of you laughed before sharing a sweet kiss.

[thekrazykeke]

TITLE: Burn the House Down

FANDOM(S): Deadpool, MCU

RELATIONSHIP(S): Domino x reader (established). Wade x Domino. Reader x Wade. Domino x Wade x reader.

REQUEST: Maybe a little fluffy mixed in with some smut for the poly. Like Vanessa dosent die they just break up and Wade, reader and Domino have been friends for a while and help cheer him up maybe🤔🤔🤔.

REQUESTER: @keya168

SUMMARY: Love means partnership, not ownership, appreciation not possession.

WARNING(S): AU, Deadpool 2 spoilers, pre-poly, smut

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“Fuck, Wade, yes, yes, unh...” Naked and seated in Wade’s lap, back pressed against the front of his chest, his hands are underneath your brown thighs, spreading your legs wide so that he has a clear view of his cock thrusting in and out of your pussy, while holding you in place as he steadily fucked up into you. 

His hands drifted from your thighs to your ass and he massaged each cheek before his hands trail back up again, hooking underneath your knees and applying the faintest pressure, forcing you to tilt back against him even more as he slowed down minutely, fucking you with short, hard thrusts that had your eyes screwing up with pleasure. 

“Way...” You couldn’t even say his name right, tongue heavy and lethargic in your mouth.

“You like this, don’t you?” The question is rhetoric, maybe, because he’s kissing the back of your neck in the next moment. You moan his name and so he does it again, “Say it. Say you like this, that you want my cock.” You keep your balance by making your feet stay flat on his thighs as you slowly lifted yourself up and down on his cock, riding him. 

“I love this cock.” You moan as he filled you.  “I want it, I nee--” Wade’s hands bit into either sides of your waist only to relax before abruptly he slipped out of you. Panicked, your mouth opens, “No, no, wait, don’t sto--unh!” 

Turns out, he wasn’t stopping, only changing positions. You remained in his lap, only you’re turned around to face him. And this is much more intimate, his hands remain on your ass, spreading your cheeks while he fucks into you and his index teases your asshole, pressing firmly but not forcing itself in. “You feel so fucking good, honey, oh shit...” 

“You like the way I feel, Wade?” Hands finding his shoulders, you kiss underneath his chin, his cheek, and he turns his head, and the two of y’all shared a kiss. “You’re gonna cum in my pussy.” 

“Holy shitake fuck knuckles...” Distantly, little alarm bells are ringing but it’s forgotten as your pussy walls clamp down around him, squeezing his length and ooh, you’re such a... Hand drifting down, Wade rubbed at your clit and you practically drench his cock. Again, he slips out of you, only to jerk his cock in hand a few times before cumming all over your pussy, though a bit got on your tummy. 

You pout, devilish amusement in your gaze. “I’m disappointed,” He wonders if he did something you didn’t like. “If you weren’t going to cum in my pussy, my mouth was an option, too.” In the span of a heartbeat, his hand circled your ankle and you let out a squealing laugh as Wade jerked you towards him and into his lap.

“I bet you’re all wondering, how I, the merc with a mouth, managed to nail Domino’s extremely hot girlfriend when last chapter the author wouldn’t let me be in between all that sexy goodness, and lemme tell ya, I was pretty bummed about that but also--”

“Wade, who are you talking to?” You interject, sounding a bit amused. 

“The audience.”

“...What?”

“Never mind, never mind.” Leaning down, he took a nipple in his mouth while signing for a flashback scene. “Cmere, sexy mama. I wanna kiss dem lips again.”

Laughing, you obliged.

|| Flashback, June 1st, 2018 ||

“I so do not need a babysitter.” You say as you jerked on the handle of the refrigerator only it wouldn’t open. Pulling harder, you manage to somehow hit yourself in the stomach and the door swung shut again while you clutched at the abused area.

“Babe, you are prone to falling down flights of stairs, and remember that time you left the stove on with the gas running?” Domino raised an eyebrow. Opening the fridge door, she gave you a cold bottle of water.

“That was awhile ago!”

“Baby, that was two days ago.” Domino reminded you, arms crossed underneath her chest, pushing her boobs up and that was so unfair, she knew your weakness. “Please, just do this, for me and my peace of mind?” Your lips twisted up and you turn your head away. “Please...” Whispering the words into your ear, she then kissed your neck. 

“Fi...” She sucked at your neck, not too hard, but it was enough to make your knees turn to water. Luckily (ha!) Neena knew the effect she had on you and all your sweet spots, and easily set you down on the island counter before you fell and injured yourself. “Stop being a tease! I’m already gon be without you for a whole week. And you said I couldn’t use my favorite dildo.” 

The front door buzzed. 

“Why would you wanna play with that old thing when you’ve got a brand new one in red and black wrapping?” Nipping at your ear, she retreated, chuckling underneath her breath as you huffed, irritated. Undoing the latches and twisting the numerous locks, she twisted the knob of the front door, revealing Deadpool. “Hey!” Tossing him the keys, she grabbed the duffel sitting on the side. “Bedroom’s upstairs, bathroom’s to the left. Don’t touch the mini bar, and keep my bae in good condition.”

“Drink all the good shit from the mini bar and keep ya boo from maiming herself. Gotcha.” He caught the keys after letting them beam him in the eye. “...Is she really that bad?”

“No, ‘she’ is n--” Jumping off the counter, you misjudge how far down it is and the water bottle slipped out of your hand, rolling underneath your feet. 

“Oooh, shiiiii--!” Deadpool dived, managing to use his body as a makeshift pillow and keep you from cracking your skull on the floor. The position left the two of y’all kind of in an awkward way; he’s holding you bridal style to his chest while your fist is bunched up in the spandex front of his suit. “...Okay. I see the concern.”

“You’ll be fine.” Neena sincerely hoped so. “I’ll be back on the twelfth. Love you, Y/N.”

“Love you too, Nee!” You place a hand on a soft surface, blowing an air kiss at your girlfriend who did the same, looking amused, before she closed the door on the way out. “Oh, God! I’m just fondling you like a pervert!”

“Urk!” In your haste to get up, you accidentally elbowed him in the throat. “No, it’s totally f-fine. No worries. Please stop moving.”

Once you managed to untangle yourselves (Wade did most of the ‘untangling’ as you kept accidentally injuring him in your panic) your eyes dart around guiltily. “Do you want some food? We have frozen pizzas in the freezer, and ooh, ooh, some leftover chicken and potatoes and gravy!”

“Why don’t you go and...” he paused. “I’ll carry you to the sofa and heat up the food. You find us something to watch. Do you have Netflix?”

“And Hulu!” You pumped your fist as he lifted you up, hands underneath your ass, though you barely registered the action, Neena did it often enough. “Can we watch How to Get Away with Murder, please? Please!”

“Sure, why not,” He set you down. “Orange is the New Black after?”

“Nee never wants to watch it with me because she totally dislikes the main character. Yas!” Throwing both your hands up, you nearly toppled forward but Deadpool is right there, straightening you up again, and piles some pillows around you as sort of added protection. 

Being with Wade is...strangely fun. He’s a bit of a chatterbox but he listen to you. Does he always respond to the topic at hand, no. Of course not. Mainly because his brain operated on a different frequency than yours, or so you were looking at it that way. But all in all, you didn’t dislike him. Neena certainly knew what she was doing, putting the guy you’d been crushing on for months into close proximity with you. 

For a whole week. 

Almost as if in response to your anxious feelings, your powers flared up and frequently, changing your normal once to three time a week almost injuries to an hourly rate for several days. Wade was practically performing gymnastics to keep you from getting hurt and you were so humiliated. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” 

“Y/N, buttercup, it’s okay.” Wade said nonchalantly, holding his severed finger to the knuckle while his healing factor worked. “It’ll heal.” 

“But what if you can’t heal anymore? You’d be stuck with four fingersssss!” You drag your hands down your face, feeling your skin heat with embarrassment. “I just wanted to help you make the pizza. I didn’t see your hand there, I promise!”

“You just wanted to help, no foul...” he waved his hand and the reattached finger nearly came off again. Your eyes bubbled with teary dismay. “...Hey, I mean it.” With his uninjured hand, he brought you in for a hug. “You only have the best intentions and that makes you terribly cute, Doms was right.” 

“You guys were talking about me?” Your voice came out a bit muffled. 

“Just like you were talking about me to her. You flatterer.” And he spanked your ass, making you hop a bit, squealing in surprise. “Come on. I want to watch Assassin’s Creed, Michael Fassbender looks disturbingly like younger Magneto.” 

After that revelation, it’s like you couldn’t keep your hands off each other. Bit by bit, he showed you himself, and then the tension boiled over. Wade wasn’t the most handsome man in the world but he wasn’t this monster hiding in the closet ugly either. And you had no issues saying so, threatening to poke him where the sun didn’t shine if he kept up that attitude.

He made a quip that he only let girls peg him on International Women’s Day.

You couldn’t stop laughing for hours.

But secretly you filed that information away.

|| End Flashback ||

“And just like in the Bible, written by white men who think they’re owed women’s bodies, on the last day, ladies and gents, sweet, sweet Y/N let me fuck her. Strange how she’s an awkward duck in all situations but while I’m balls deep--”

“If you don’t cuddle with me and go to sleep, you won’t be getting balls deep for a whole month.” You said, voice thick and groggy. Wade wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in close.

[iceicetomeetyou]

The man approached Billy, waving his hand and a giant cage appeared revealing a completely naked Wolverine holding onto the bars, growling. You'll have to forgive his current state, my spell has made him a bit feral, if not single minded. 'Need cock,' the hairy man growled out as if on cue.

Billy let out an exasperated sigh, “I have no patience for sloppy spellwork. It’s going to take me days to pick apart this spell and get his mind back to semi-working state. I mean if he’s not going to call me bub when his face is covered in my cum what is even the point.”

He wove a quick spell to enhance Magneto’s existing appreciation for the othe magician’s body, “Alright, take Erik, I have work to do. He particularly likes your thighs and your shoulders. No permanent damage, and I expect all spells you cast on him to wear off by the time you return my Grandfather in two weeks or you’ll be the one in a cage.”

[enrogued]

madelyne welcomes her into the room and rogue opens the door as gingerly as she can, though everything in her wants to toss it off its hinges. she's wired and electric and it's like right before storm would strike someone with lightning, the air is electric. or maybe she is. just filled with nervous- and outraged- energy.

she pauses, though, once across the threshold with the door safely shut behind her, to appreciate maddie's gala-ready appearance. " gal, you look finer than the moon on a cloudless night. " is she still mad at erik? yes. is she gonna let that get in the way of making sure her gals know they look stunning? no. especially after everything maddie's been through lately.

but then madelyne gives her the true opening she needs to launch into it. " ya could say that, " she huffs out a sharp, hard breath and drops onto the edge of maddie's bed. " where does he get off? the audacity to think that i would just, what, join him in runnin' a country? " she shakes her head.

" somethin' feels fishy, mads, i just know it. this ain't about altruism or me bein' the best choice ta lead- it can't be. " because she's not the best choice to lead. she never has been. " but this is magneto and he ain't makin' decisions like this half-baked. " erik wouldn't be making the choice without having fully thought through all of the options and alternatives and repercussions. and he'd still settled on her? there had to be an ulterior motive.

" if this is some cock-eyed plan for us ta get back- " oh, shit. well that was too much information. backtrack. and fast. " you were there at the meetin'. i mean, what do you think about this plan a' his? "

Madelyne is busy indeed, getting ready for the gala, putting her hair up and it never looks right. The turmoil of thoughts right outside her door isn't helping keeping her centered and focused to do it seamlessly.

Telekinesis be damned, her hair today has a spike that she can never get to act right unless she is actively taming it with her powers. Of course the one day she needs it to be perfect. She needs to show up to Emma after the underhanded comment the white queen made earlier at the council.

When the knocks finally comes, she drops her efforts, and turns to face the door as she calls for Rogue to just, "Come in."

She crosses her arms to give herself something to do - still feels wrong that her stomach is so flat after carrying life, she misses her son dearly every day and she hopes that he is growing happy and healthy wherever, whenever he is in the time stream.

"He talked to you," she says, she doesn't need to delve into her teammate (Regardless of Jean, Maddie was a part of the team too) and friend's mind to know that Erik submitted Rogue his proposal to make her de facto Queen of Genosha.

Maddie doesn't elaborate further yet, she wants to hear what the girl thinks before saying anything that could be construed as advice or opinion.