#missing prototype hours

[meebochii]

「 𝕱𝖆𝖙𝖊/𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖔𝖙𝖞𝖕𝖊; 𝕾𝖆𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖛𝖘 𝕬𝖗𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖗 」

[sirensea14]

The Hour of Joy❌

The Hour of SLAY✅💅💅💅💅💅✨✨

Round 1💅💅

Idea: Huggy and boxy are drag queens (huggy is monroe inspired XD), 1006 be ariana grande, MLL a gambler and catnap's a pole dancer😆 oh fuck this is a load of bullshit.... (Catnap's hanging on a pole offscreen btw....) Huggy monroe's right hand is so broken :(((

Round 2💅💅

Bron the goth queen💅💅💅 (even tho his makeup isnt black lol)

Round 3💅💅💅

(note: these are their bigger bodies version, not the ruined mini critter ones lol)

This meme was on tiktok but it only featured Huggy in a red dress. Now i drew all of them as slayable monsters💅💅💅✨

Provide your own bleach, i already used them all for my eyes and brain

[yogurthoopsart]

Blacked out. when I woke up this was on my computer. I swear there's a legitimate thought process behind the choices here. (which i'll list under the readmore so i don't drown you in my paragraphs)

I haven't thought about how the logistics of the game story would work or anything. But. I'm sure ill think of something/do sketches of them at some point.

(Design fun facts below)

Huggy Wuggy and Kissy Missy are quartzes (amethyst and rose quartz respectively) bc they came off to me as normal soldiers. In my mind the mini wuggies are rubies. They were also the hardest to design bc there is Nothing in SU that looks remotely like the wuggies so it just looks like OC quartzes. It's fine im fine.

Mommy Long Legs was the first one I drew and the one that inspired me to do the whole crew because I saw long legged pink woman and thought of spinel. Easy. Her gem is also on her lower torso bc she only dies when that part of her is crushed in-game.

Catnap is a pearl, and so are the rest of the smiling critters. It's the subservience catnap has towards the prototype AND the fact that there's a lot of them ("thousands of pearls being flaunted about on homeworld"). Also something something Canon Pearl being able to control sand/fog = catnap controlling the red smoke.

Poppy is an off color aquamarine. She was going to be a sapphire to make her important enough to keep in a case before i figured her body type matched the aquamarines better.

Miss Delight is a cracked Yellow Agate. Agates are the closest SU comes to having a "gem teacher" since Holly Blue fills the role of like... a boarding school matron?

The Prototype is a cluster whose base is a diamond. It takes shattered gems and fuses them to itself. Under the black glove is a hand that looks a bit like the canon cluster.

[thecollectivefixation]

POPPY PLAYTIME chapter 3 analysis… PART 2

ALRIGHT IT'S QUEEN AGAIN. I know, I know... IM STILL NOT DONE WITH POPPY PLAYTIME. But guys... I hadn't covered everything in the last post and obviously there are still many questions left unanswered. I'm going to see where these questions go and what answers I might be able to come up with. But hey, enjoy the ride! 😘💪

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So first off, I didn't talk about the reversed audio that appeared during the hallway sequence after going into 'home sweet home.’ 😤😤😩THE ONLY REASON i didn't, was because I didn't hear it previously in the gameplay I was watching. However, I was just searching around other peoples gameplays and I heard this audio and so I decided to find out what it actually says.

[hallway sequence during ‘Home Sweet Home’]

The audio reveals: “I find your presence intrusive. After all this time you return, you come in here and you kill and murder, you pillage and destroy! Your presence was demanded 10 years ago and you didn't show up! 8/8/1995, you were supposed to be here. Why weren't you here? You missed the event, you missed the meeting, you missed the party! You have no right to be here. 8/8/1995."

So this confirms that ‘the hour of joy' did happen on the 8/8/1995 and that the game is placed 10 years after. Also what may confirm that we, as the protagonist came back because of guilt, is the writing on the floor. While walking through the halls as the reversed audio plays, what can be seen on the floor is the words: 'Guilt Haunts You’ These words also appear on other places such as walls.

[GUILT HAUNTS YOU]

Before this sequence we walked into red gas that seemingly makes us either hallucinate or fall into a gas-induced sleep. But either way Catnap can somehow control the people who inhale this gas, and perhaps the hallucinations they have from it. This can be proved by Catnap speaking through the radios and appearing for split seconds to stalk the protagonist.

[Walking into the gas-filled room]

Furthermore, it's interesting how the reversed audio was so accusatory. This further expands on the theory that the protagonist is an important figure in Playtime co. The experiments, or seemingly just Catnap wanted us there, 'demanded our presence' to be there.

Also you may be wondering who was speaking on the reversed audio. I believe Catnap was the one speaking, this is the most likely answer since during one of the tapes Catnap said a line and the voice he had was the same exact voice that was in the reversed audio. There are other theories but l'm sure it was Catnap speaking since he could have also been the one telling us "Don't move. Don't move an inch” and “Get up” during the end of the sequence as he was watching/stalking us the whole time.

Now, another question that we may be thinking about is, what happened to all the children in the Play-care orphanage during 'The Hour of Joy'? Now we know that many of the kids were used as test subjects for the experiments in order to find the secret to immortality or resurrect people who had passed away- Elliot Ludwigs child, for example. But there wasn't just a couple children living in the orphanage, there had to be lots more that hadn't been used for experiments yet.

[past children running through halls]

We know from Miss Delights conversation with Catnap the he locked the children away somewhere so Miss Delight couldn't get to them, and all the employees died. But Catnap said the children were safe, so what happened to them? The answer to this is that... We don't know yet! There are many, many theories out there and some say that perhaps they all got eaten, had already been turned into toys or are probably still alive out there, somewhere...

We have to assume that if they were still alive, the children didn't leave the factory because i mean, it should be obvious to the outside world if dozens of orphans came out from the ground and suddenly rejoined society. 😭 We know that there was a food shortage years after the events of ‘The Hour of Joy’ so it's hard to fully assume the children could have survived ten years in the factory, but really, who knows?

Obviously they didn't intend to kill the children, since Catnap wouldn't have locked the children away from Miss Delight. There's also another theory that says the prototype was using the poppy flowers to continue the experiments with the remaining kids, to turn itself human again. BUT! We won't be finding out until possibly the next chapter.

[Playcare underground orphanage]

About Miss Delight and the lore surrounding her, I don't really know a lot other than her conversation with Catnap from the tape and that she is one of the worst of the monster murders that occurred during ‘The Hour of Joy’. However I have read around that she was once a kind and sweet teacher, but when ‘The Hour of Joy' happened, her and her sisters were locked in a room by Catnap.

[miss delight]

Notes found in the game during the school section reveal that Miss Delight slowly succumbed to madness and went insane. She formed a makeshift weapon and called it Barb, even considering it as a living person later on (which is crazy 🙀). According to the notes scattered around in the school, being locked in the school for so long after ‘The Hour of Joy’ and being singled out by the other teachers to die first caused Miss Delight to go as far as cannibalising the rest of the teachers/her sisters, stemming from her desperation to survive.

Her desperation would soon develop into a twisted, sick obsession for bloodshed. Had Catnap not hidden the children from Miss Delight, she would have killed them all as well. 😔☝️

I know there are so many more secrets and questions needed to be answered but that's all I have for today. Poppy Playtime chapter 3 has shined new light on so many new possibilities and now that so much has been revealed, I'm sure that we will be able to come to a conclusion soon. Thanks all for listening, see you — IN THE NEXT CHAPTER!!!!!

— Queen.

[caelumroxas]

THE HOUR OF JOY IS AT HAND! | Poppy Playtime - Chapter 3: Deep Sleep [Full Gameplay]

My gameplay of Poppy Playtime Chapter 3 is available now! #PoppyPlaytime #PoppyPlaytimeChapter3 #PoppyPlaytimeCatnap #PNGTuber #SmallYouTuber

[meleeyz]

┈﹒ ꒰ 𝗩𝗜𝗞𝗧𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗘 ꒱

ekko 𝒙 fem!reader ┊ viktor 𝒙 fem!reader (platonic)

୨୧ English is not my first language, so I regret in advance if something reads weird or is misspelled

୨୧ I don't know, I just thought it would be a fun dynamic, enjoy!

₊˚ ✧ ‿︵‿୨୧‿︵‿ ✧ ₊˚

𓆤 Ekko crashing into you on his hoverboard was how it all began. It happened during one of your hurried trips back to Zaun after a grueling week in Piltover’s laboratories. You were distracted, engrossed in your mental checklist of materials Viktor had asked you to bring. You didn't even notice the faint whir of Ekko’s hoverboard until it was too late.

“Hey, watch—” Ekko started, his voice sharp with alarm before cutting off mid-sentence as the two of you collided.

You landed flat on your back with a groan, Viktor's precious schematics flying out of your bag. Ekko was quick to get up and extend a hand to help you up.

“Oh crap, I didn’t mean to—uh, are you okay?” Ekko asked with a sheepish grin.

“You should really watch where you’re going!” you snapped, brushing yourself off. Then your eyes locked. It was hard to stay mad at someone who looks like they actually cared.

From then on, every return trip to Zaun seemed incomplete without bumping into him, either by accident or by his deliberate attempts to "run into" you.

𓆤 Ekko had mixed feelings about your constant back-and-forth trips. He understood why you had to be in Piltover so much—your apprenticeship under Viktor was important—but that didn’t mean he liked it.

“You know, it’s kinda unfair,” he said one evening, as the two of you sat on the rooftop of a crumbling Zaun building. The view of the Undercity's twinkling lights stretched around you, and the new prototype of his hoverboard leaned against the nearby wall. “Piltover gets you all day, and Zaun just gets you at night.”

𓆤 Ekko loved your sharp mind. In fact, he found your involvement with Hextech fascinating, even if he teased you endlessly about being a “Piltover nerd.”

“Look at you, little Miss Zaunite Hextech Genius,” he’d say with a smirk as he watched you tinker with a device. “All fancy with your gears and crystals. Can you make something that doesn’t explode?”

You rolled your eyes.

“This is for science. Not for impressing you.”

“Oh, but you already impress me.” He’d wink, leaning over your shoulder to inspect your work. His genuine curiosity often led to him offering ideas that somehow worked, despite his lack of formal training. You suspected his innate knack for mechanics rivaled even Viktor’s.

𓆤 Ekko would often stop by you house in Undercity unannounced, bringing little gifts—scrap metal he thought you could use or metal flowers that he made with his own hands for you

𓆤 You, in turn, would surprise him with modifications for his hoverboard or gadgets to help the Firelights. His reaction to your gifts was always the same: pure delight.

𓆤 Leaving aside the jokes, he loved watching you work, claiming it was “like seeing genius in action.” You’d laugh and tell him to stop distracting you, but his presence always made the hours fly by.

𓆤 The two of you shared countless late-night conversations on rooftops, swapping dreams and fears.

𓆤 It started subtly. Ekko’s laugh lingered in your mind longer than it should have. His voice, the way he said your name, echoed in your thoughts while you worked. You found yourself doodling in the margins of your notes, spiraling into daydreams that left you blushing.

𓆤 Viktor initially didn’t think much of Ekko—at least not directly. He only knew of him through your constant chatter.

“Ekko said this really clever thing about—” “Ekko helped me figure out how to—” “Ekko...”

Eventually, Viktor sighed and set down his pen.

“I can’t believe you’re getting so worked up about some guy,” he said, exasperation lacing his words.

“This one is different!” you protested, fidgeting with a loose thread on your sleeve. “He’s honest, he’s sweet—”

“Please…”

“He would never do anything to hurt me!”

Viktor raised an eyebrow.

“He’s a guy.”

“He’s also... brilliant. And kind... and handsome... and—”

“Oh shit, here we go again…” He exhaled, completely tired.

𓆤 The meeting happened in Piltover, under less-than-ideal circumstances. You’d convinced the Academy to grant you temporary access to the lab for a personal project, ostensibly Hextech-related. In truth, you were helping Ekko repair an broken stabilizer for the Firelights

You thought you were being sneaky. You were wrong.

Viktor appeared in the doorway, cane tapping against the marble floor. His eyes immediately landed on the device in Ekko’s hands and then flicked to you.

“And what,” he asked dryly, “is going on here?”

Ekko froze, looking like a child caught stealing candy. You scrambled to explain, words tumbling out in a panicked mess.

To your surprise, Viktor didn’t explode. Instead, he regarded Ekko with quiet intensity. After a long pause, he nodded.

“You have talent,” he said to Ekko. “Perhaps more than you deserve.”

Ekko grinned, clearly amused. “Thanks? I think?”

From then on, Viktor tolerated Ekko’s presence, though he would often sigh dramatically whenever you brought him up in conversation.

𓆤 The news of Viktor’s declining health hit you like a blow. For all his brilliance, your mentor was mortal, and the idea of losing him felt unbearable. You confided in Ekko, who held you as you cried, his quiet strength grounding you.

“He’s proud of you, you know,” Ekko said softly, stroking your back. “He might not say it, but he is.”

Those words stayed with you, offering comfort during the hardest days.

𓆤 As Viktor’s condition worsened, he grew more reflective. One day, he called you into his office. You found him gazing out the window, his frail frame silhouetted against the light.

“You’ve been a good apprentice,” he said without turning around. “Better than I deserved.”

“Don’t say that,” you whispered, your throat tight.

He turned to face you, his expression soft despite the lines of pain etched into his face.

“I’m sorry I won’t be there for your wedding day.”

Your eyes widened.

“What—?”

“I’m not blind,” he said with a faint smile. “Or deaf. That boy... he makes you happy.”

Tears welled in your eyes.

“He does.”

“Then go to him,” Viktor said gently. “And live. Live, my dear. Work, yes, but also live. With him.”

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[dodgeballstuckonthegymceiling]

How would poppy playtime crew react to a kid player? The kid player is wondered where was his friends went (they are dead in Playtime Co.) and kinda got excited when kid player saw the toys

Okay, so, doing the math the oldest the player could reasonably be is about 14~15 years old. So, the player isn't exactly a kid, but mid teen.

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Dogday, Doey, Poppy and Kissy & young Player

Dogday

★ Dogday’s eyes widen when he sees you. His vision blurs, not just from pain, but from the realization that you lived. Now standing in front of him like a beacon of hope. Like an angel. Changed with time but still the same person he knew.

★ Its... strange, strange that you came back. Strange that you remember him and strange you haven't died by now. Why would you come back? You escaped once but returned anyway. The Players all grown up now, like a tragic reminder of what could have been.

★ He knows that your friends have likely died. But he won't be telling you that. Dogday's heart aches, yet he makes the decision to keep quiet. Yes, you will figure it out eventually. No, he won't be the one to tell you. He just can't bring himself to hurt you like that.

★Dogday is extremely protective of the Player, almost acting like an older sibling. He can't help but see you as that innocent little kid he met before the hour of joy. He still feels the need to shield the Player from harm, much like he did when you were a small child.

Doey

★ By the time you meet him again, you've realized what happened to the other orphans. You were one of them years ago. But thankfully you had been adopted by your parents before the hour of joy. Doey always wondered what happened to you.

★ Despite the years apart, he still remembers when you and Kevin would sneak into the cafeteria to steal extra snacks. Mathew used to tuck you in when it was your naptime. Then things happened, and they were gone.

★ When the player starts to talk about missing their friends, Doey distracts them with whatever he can think of. “Did you know catnap always lands on his feet? Watch this!” He says, trying to keep you from thinking too much. (No Catnaps were harmed during this.)

★ Say “You're not my dad!” to him, and he spends the rest of his day acting like a stereotypical dad from some old cartoon. Just to annoy you and have a little fun. Yes, it was Kevin's idea. Hope you like terrible dad jokes and having your hair ruffled, kiddo! 

Kissy

★ In the orphanage you didn't know her very well, having been put into different groups and being a few years younger than her. As she pulls the lever to help you get through the factory, there’s a momentary pause. The Players face looks familiar, like she knows you somehow, but the details remain hazy.

★ As the Player continues on, Kissy tries to remember how she knows you. But she just can't put her finger on it. When she eventually returns to Home Sweet Home, she sees an old picture of you on the wall. And the pieces finally fall into place.

★ When the Player expresses worry about their missing friends, she can't do much but hold their hand. Offering some support in the only way she can. In times like this, she wishes her voice still worked. That way she could tell you it would be okay.

★ Seeing you alive and well gives her hope. It reminds her that no matter how bad things are, there is always hope for a better future. You survived, she can too. When the Prototype is dead, maybe you could help Kissy make up for lost time.

[ptergwen]

hiii

so this might me dirty but hear me out

It has gotten to me that mans come can meddle w the woman’s dna

so with this as an inspiration, and I know it’s kinda cliche but

stark!reader suddenly having spider senses or smh (not pregnancy)

oh and it’s for Tom Holland spider man

have an amazing dayy

a parker thing

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w/c: 2,364

warnings: smut (p in v unprotected, lowkey dom!peter and reader), swearing

a/n: jump scare if you didn't see my post lmao i'm back y'all! i missed u guys and missed writing lots so i’ll be here from time to time again :) i had so much fun with this req thank you for the idea! much love to u all <3

you catch yourself dozing off and jerk your head up instinctively. one short, loud snore passes your lips as you do so, eyes opening wide. you blink your tired eyes a few times as you readjust to the harsh lighting.

ugh, you fell asleep in the lab, something you always chastise peter and your dad for doing. they're notorious for their long hours spent messing around with stark tech. you've lost count of how many times you've woken up to an empty spot in bed where your boyfriend should be, instead finding him fast asleep surrounded by cups of coffee and a delirious tony still on the grind.

tonight, you're the stark who's in the lab past their bedtime. you had the day to yourself and decided to use your free time to upgrade your suit. it had had a few hiccups during the team's last mission, so you wanted to work on it before the next one. what was supposed to be a few minor tweaks turned into a whole day of tweaking.

you scoff at yourself and wipe some drool that crusted onto your chin. oddly enough, you almost instantly refocus on the screen in front of you. it's been like this for most of the day. you're way more concentrated than usual for some reason, more aware. you figure it's because peter has been out on patrol and couldn't distract you.

"are you finished for the night, boss? you aren't usually here this late."

"i know, but i’m gonna stay a little longer. i’ll be done soon...i think."

friday dims the lights directly overhead so they aren't as harsh. you smile.

"thanks, fri."

you sit up in your seat, scooting in closer to the screen displaying your suit. you carefully look over the prototype and pick up a pen to write yourself some notes. when you go to put down the pen, it sticks to your palm. you shake your hand to try to get it off. it stays stuck.

"huh."

you use your other hand to pry the pen off of you.

"weird."

first you have heightened senses, now you're sticky. if you didn't have ordinary stark dna, you'd think you were part arachnid like peter.

you're not sure why, but you suddenly stand up and turn towards the main doors to the lab. they slide open a few seconds later. peter walks inside, spider suit on and mask off. he pads over to you with a soft smile.

"there you are. friday said i could find you down here."

peter pecks your lips and envelopes you in a hug. you sign contentedly, face nuzzled into his neck and arms winding around him.

"yeah, she's probably sick of me. i've been down here all day."

"you're really locked in, huh? how's the suit coming along?"

peter's fingers rub up and down your back ever so lightly. just the small touch practically sends shivers down your spine.

"good. fixed everything and double checked, then triple checked. started adding some new stuff, too."

"new features? like what?"

"you know the one i was telling you about..."

you trail off as peter's hands slide down to your ass. he pulls you in closer to himself, letting his hands rest there. you peek up at him, heart speeding up.

"go on, i’m listening."

peter gives your ass a gentle squeeze. it's an innocent gesture, really, but your senses are going crazy right now and you can't help but to get turned on. you always tease peter about how easily he's turned on. if this is what it feels like for him, now you understand.

"hm, i'm bored of talking about the suit. tell me about patrol."

"it was good! got a lot of action today. i mean, i guess that's not good 'cause that means there's more crime and stuff, but y'know. anyway..."

you stare at peter's lips, but don't listen to a word he's saying. it's the first time today you can't focus. he's pressed right up against you in his damned tight spider suit, and his hands are still on your ass, and you're so hypersensitive and hyper aware. all you can think about is how bad you need him.

"y/n? you okay?"

peter must have noticed you spacing out.

your gaze flicks between his eyes and lips before your own lips wordlessly capture his in a searing kiss. peter lets out a breathy chuckle, caught a bit off guard by your abruptness. he deepens the kiss for a moment, then pulls back with a look of amusement. you bite back a cheeky smile.

"horny."

peter's features form a smirk.

"i got you, baby."

he kisses you again. his tongue tangles with yours, a sigh passing your lips. peter lifts you up, grip becoming firmer on your ass. you wrap your legs around his waist. he kisses down your neck until he finds a spot he wants to mark. you tilt your head to the side so he has more access. peter's lips suck roughly on your skin, teeth nipping at it playfully. you let out a shaky breath.

peter presses one last kiss to what's sure to become a hickey to soothe it. you tilt his chin up towards you again, lips smashing into his, holding him in place by the back of his head. he carries you to the nearest table while your intertwined lips move desperately against each other's. you sneak a hand down to the bulge in his suit, earning a groan.

"one sec, lemme get this off."

peter sets you down on the table and quickly strips off his spider suit. you take your own clothes off and toss them aside, left only in your bra and panties. peter comes to stand between your legs. he slips your panties to the side, middle finger collecting your wetness as he kisses you again. his finger slides into you with ease and begins to pump. you moan into the kiss, tugging at his hair.

"already so wet, baby. don't even have to get you warmed up."

peter's finger curls inside you, cockiness evident in his tone and on his features. you tug on some hair at the nape of his neck.

"stop teasing, parker."

"can't take it when the roles are reversed, stark?"

something takes over you in that moment, the same something that's been coursing through your veins all day. you grab both of peter's hands and hold them in place above his head. your grip is tight around his wrists, too tight for him to break free of it. a noise almost like a growl escapes you.

"shut up and fuck me, or i’ll fuck you."

peter meets your wild eyes, his pupils equally as dilated.

"do it."

you promptly pull peter up to the table with you. you push him back so he lies down, pinning his arms down at his sides. his chest rises and falls, breathless.

"woah, what's gotten into you today? not that i’m complaining, but, woah."

"i know, right? i thought you were supposed to have super strength."

peter grabs you by your hips and sits up, seating you in his lap. you wiggle your hips in his grasp, but he digs his fingers into your sides so you can't move. peter's voice drops low.

"what was that?"

you breathe out a low laugh.

"nothing."

you dip your head down to press your forehead to peter's. he smiles, satisfied with your answer. you wrap your hand around his hard cock and stroke him. peter's lips ghost over yours, his breathing heavy.

"wanna feel you, y/n/n."

peter slides his hands up to your waist so you can move again. you smile knowingly. you slip off your panties before you reposition yourself, your legs on either side of him. you line up peter's cock with your entrance.

"wanna feel you too, pete."

you lower yourself down onto peter. you both let out little sighs and moans as he fills you up.

he always feels so good inside you, but this time is even better, even more intense.

you arch your back to find the right angle, shifting backwards a bit. once you're both comfortable, you begin to roll your hips. peter exhales a breath he was holding, lifting his hips up to help you out. your movements are slow, fluid. peter supports you by the small of your back, eyes hooded and lips parted for air.

"fuck, i'm not gonna last long."

"me neither."

he kisses you, softly but with so much passion. you let your eyes flutter closed and kiss back. you place your feet flat on the table for more stability and straighten your back, starting to bounce on his cock.

"y/n..."

peter's voice comes out almost like a whine. you chuckle at that.

"i know."

you grab onto peter's shoulders for more support as you move, up and down, back and forth. peter leaves sloppy kisses along the side of your neck. the once quiet lab is now filled with both of your moans and the sounds of your wetness every time his cock thrusts into you. you're both so close, and you can hardly hold out any longer.

peter grabs your hips to stop your movements. he takes over, thrusting up into you at the same delicious pace, only he's the one in control. you let out a series of short, high pitched moans, head thrown back as peter's cock hits the right spot in you over and over again.

"that's it, y/n/n. sound so pretty, baby."

peter half speaks and half groans. you reply with your own noise of content, squeezing yourself around his cock as you reach your high. peter is close to his.

"god, fuck."

he's panting. his thrusts speed up a bit until his hips stop moving altogether. he pushes deeper into you with one final moan, his cum filling you up, making you feel warm inside. you both recently agreed he could finish in you; it's a new level of intimacy.

"fuck, baby. woah."

you bury your face in peter's neck in response. you try to catch your breath, falling forward into his arms.

"oh my god, pete. that was..."

"yeah."

peter hugs your waist. he slowly pulls out of you, making you wince at the new emptiness.

"sorry."

he peppers tender kisses to the side of your head. you remove your face from his neck.

"it's okay."

you ruffle peter's hair with a tired smile. he kisses your cheek, smiling back. you give him another peck on his lips. you yawn, today's and tonight's activities catching up with you once again.

"aw, you tired?"

"mhm. you must be, too, spidey."

"exhausted. let's get cleaned up, then we'll go to bed?"

"sounds perfect."

peter helps you down from the table. you quickly step into your panties in case any cum leaks out of you. he picks his suit up off the floor.

"okay, that was insanely good. i mean, it always is, but something was different. i wonder what it was."

peter shimmies into his suit so his lower half is covered. you're putting on the rest of your clothes.

"i don't know, i’ve just been super on my shit today. really focused and stuff."

"explains why you were so locked in on your suit."

"that might just be a stark thing. actually, it's a parker thing too."

you poke peter's chest playfully. you collect some of your things from your work area, some miscellaneous supplies sticking to your palms as you do.

"why does this keep happening?"

peter watches curiously as you huff and shake paper clips off your palms.

"funny, that reminds me of when i first got my powers. took me a while to figure out how to control it, being sticky."

"uh huh. did you spill web fluid last time you were down here or something?"

"i don't think so, but it would have dissolved by now if i did. i haven't been in the lab for a couple days."

"oh. maybe it was someone else."

peter quirks a brow.

"i don't see any web fluid over there, y/n/n."

you turn to face peter.

"so why am i sticky?"

between this, your strength, and your heightened senses, peter puts it together. you have powers.

his spider powers.

"that might also be a parker thing. more specifically, a spider-man thing."

"you don't mean... no."

if peter is saying what you think he's saying, that confirms what you had thought earlier.

"uh, yeah."

peter crosses over to you. your eyebrows knit together.

"we must share some dna."

"but how? that wouldn't be possible unless we were, like, related... ew! please don't tell me we're fucking related!"

"baby, baby." peter laughs softly, taking one of your hands in his. "stop freaking out."

"you should be freaking out too! you were just inside me, peter, fucking me raw! you came in me!"

"exactly."

peter's voice is way too calm for your liking.

"exactly? what do you mean 'exactly'?"

"think about it. sperm is made up of dna."

"so what?"

"well, i wasn't born with this dna. it got mutated by the spider bite. so no, we're definitely not related."

you tentatively soften your gaze, allowing peter to lace his fingers through yours.

"since i got my powers from the mutation, i guess you got them too when i started finishing in you."

you gasp, a playful smile pulling at your lips.

"you mean you mutated my dna? you have radioactive cum?"

"something like that. you're not mad?"

you toy with peter's fingers, looping an arm around his neck.

"nah, it's kind of cool now that i know what it is. you're gonna have to teach me how to use the powers, though."

"of course." peter returns your smile. "now that you've got new powers, you gotta rebrand. maybe you could call yourself spider-woman."

"you'd like that, wouldn't you? come up with something more original."

peter's arms wrap around your middle, smile growing into a toothy grin.

"you could also use mrs. parker. it's gonna be your name someday, anyways."

you put your other arm around peter's neck with a laugh.

"mrs. parker, i like that."

(too lazy to use tags lmao)

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daddy issues, tony stark [ part II ] [requested]

pairing: tony stark x daughter!reader

synopsis: tony might've been a great superhero but he wasn't a great father.

genre: angst

word count: 2.9k

Part I

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ YOU HELD THE INVITATION out to him, hands trembling slightly with excitement. “It’s this Saturday,” you said, voice soft but eager. “It’s a science fair, and I’ve been working really hard on this project. I thought… maybe you’d like to come?”

Tony barely looked up, the usual hum of his holographic screens reflecting in his tired eyes. But then he caught sight of the hope in your gaze, and he finally nodded, taking the invitation with a small smile. “Yeah, sure, kiddo,” he said. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

That simple promise was enough for you. Every evening that week, you stayed up late perfecting each part of the project, tweaking every detail. You didn’t want to win the science fair; you just wanted Tony to see it, to see you, and to feel proud.

When Saturday arrived, you were nervous but excited. You set up your stall carefully, double-checking each piece of the project display, hoping it would be something that would catch his eye. As people wandered through the fair, they stopped by your booth, impressed by the level of detail and precision in your work.

But every time you scanned the crowd, you didn’t see him. Your heart sank as parents, teachers, and students came and went, praising your project. The minutes slipped by, and the fair began to wind down. The chair beside you remained empty.

Finally, the awards were announced. They called your name, and a polite round of applause filled the room as you accepted the medal and certificate, trying to smile as people congratulated you. You told yourself it didn’t matter. It was just another award, another paper. But deep down, you felt the disappointment settle like a weight in your chest. You didn’t want the medal—you wanted him to be there, even just to see you in the crowd.

Later that night, Tony stepped out of his workshop, exhausted but satisfied with his work. He made his way to the kitchen, grabbing a drink and mindlessly sipping when his gaze fell on something bright and familiar—the invitation you’d given him, stuck to the fridge door.

The words “Science Fair” stood out in big, hopeful letters.

He froze, feeling his stomach twist with guilt as he read the details: Saturday, 2 PM. It was hours past now. He’d missed it. And you’d been waiting, hoping he’d show.

“Damn it,” he muttered under his breath, setting his glass down hard enough to make the ice clink. Panic flickered in his chest as he wondered if he could still make it. He’d go, tell you he was sorry, anything to make up for it. He was about to leave when he heard footsteps behind him.

“Tony,” Natasha’s voice was low but carried a weight of disappointment. She stood at the kitchen entrance, her arms crossed as she looked at him with a quiet, disappointed frown. “I picked her up an hour ago.”

Her words hit him harder than he’d expected, and his shoulders sagged. He had missed it, and not just by a few minutes. He’d missed you showing your project, your moment, everything.

Without another word, he made his way to your room, heart heavy with regret. He stopped in front of your door, hesitating. A soft knock, and he waited. When no response came, he opened the door quietly, stepping inside.

The sight made his chest tighten. You were asleep on the floor, curled up against the bed, your cheeks stained with dried tears. Next to you, the medal and certificate were tossed aside, the project itself lying on its side, carelessly left where you must’ve dropped it. His heart clenched seeing the once carefully crafted project in pieces, as if it were something you no longer cared about, just like you must have felt he didn’t care.

Tony crouched down, lifting the project gently and turning it over in his hands. His eyes widened as he realized what you’d been working on—an arc reactor prototype, similar to his own designs, with an ingenious twist on the core structure. It was something he’d been experimenting with in his own work, but you’d done it independently. Quietly. He could see the hours you’d poured into it, the dedication in every small piece.

His gaze shifted to the medal and certificate, his thumb brushing over the engraved words: First Place, Science Fair.

He picked up the project, medal, and certificate, gently placing them on your desk, handling them with the care you’d given them in the first place. After a moment’s thought, he walked down the hall to the room where his collection of awards and trophies sat, things he’d earned and displayed with pride. He added your certificate and medal to the shelf among them, a quiet acknowledgment of your accomplishment, and of the pride he should’ve shown you himself.

Returning to your room, he leaned down and carefully gathered you in his arms, lifting you from the floor. You shifted slightly in his hold, but you didn’t wake. He gently placed you on your bed, pulling a blanket over you and brushing a few strands of hair from your face. Leaning down, he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I’m so, so sorry, kiddo.”

He pulled back, watching you with a mix of regret and sadness. You deserved a father who showed up, a father who was there to tell you how proud he was. He’d promised you once before, and he’d broken that promise again. But seeing the tear stains on your cheeks and the way you’d fallen asleep waiting, he vowed, right then and there, to make things right.

After the science fair, something inside you changed. You had spent years hoping, wishing for Tony’s attention, his presence. But that day, sitting alone as he’d failed to show up yet again, you felt something break. Maybe it was the last piece of hope you’d held onto, or maybe it was the realization that you couldn’t keep waiting for him.

The disappointment was too much, and you decided you were done.

From that day on, you stopped seeking him out, stopped waiting for the promises he never kept. You didn’t make him coffee in the mornings, didn’t check if he’d eaten. You stopped wandering into his lab, hoping he might turn around and finally see you. Instead, you kept to yourself, focusing on school, friends, and the occasional training session with the Avengers. When you did cross paths with Tony, you barely said a word, nodding politely before walking away.

At first, Tony didn’t notice, assuming you were just busy. But after a few days, he realized that he hadn’t seen you come by the workshop. You hadn’t shown up with coffee, hadn’t peeked into his lab to see what he was working on. He started to notice the quiet absence of your presence, the hollow ache that settled in his chest when he realized that you were no longer there, waiting for him.

He began trying to find ways to pull you back. He left notes on your door, asking if you wanted to join him for a quick meal, but you didn’t respond. He tried to catch you before school, only to find you’d already left early. Once or twice, he even came into the kitchen to find you already grabbing your things to head out, barely looking his way as you passed him.

The tables had turned, and now he was the one chasing your attention. And each time you walked past him, it was a reminder of the countless times he’d done the same to you.

Tony tried harder, desperate to reach you. He’d show up at your school events unannounced, hovering at the back of the room, hoping to catch you. When he did manage to see you, he’d smile, wave, but you’d turn away before he could approach.

One day, he waited for you in the kitchen after school, hoping you’d talk to him. “Hey, kid,” he greeted, trying to keep his tone casual.

You barely nodded, giving him a half-hearted wave before turning away, as if he were just another face in the tower.

The realization stung—he was a stranger to you now, a shadow in the very place he’d thought he’d always be the brightest.

You’d always had a habit of fussing over Tony before missions, even though he brushed it off with a laugh or a smirk every time. You��d run over to him, throwing your arms around him in a quick hug, muttering a soft “Be safe. Don’t do anything stupid, okay?” It was something he’d come to expect—a ritual, in a way. But this time, as he and the Avengers prepared to head out, you were nowhere near him.

He waited, lingering by the Quinjet, scanning the hallways for you. The other Avengers gave him a curious glance, noticing his rare display of hesitation.

But you didn’t come to him. You were busy talking to Steve, listening to Natasha’s quick pointers on handling herself if anything went wrong in the tower, and as you stood there, you didn’t even glance his way.

Tony tried to brush off the pang of disappointment that settled in his chest. It was strange, seeing you so distant, so unaffected as if he was just another face in the tower. He had known you’d started pulling away, but this—this was different. He’d started to miss you in a way he hadn’t anticipated, and the absence of your hug and your quiet words lingered with him as the Quinjet door closed, and they headed off to the mission.

Hours passed, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. Normally, you’d distract yourself while they were away, maybe even work on a project in the workshop or catch up on schoolwork. But today, that feeling of unease was stronger than ever, gnawing at you with a persistence you couldn’t ignore.

You paced the hallways, glancing at the clock every few minutes. The quiet tower felt unbearably heavy, each minute stretching on endlessly. And then, finally, the faint roar of the Quinjet’s engines filled the air, signaling their return.

You hurried down to the landing bay, expecting to see Tony strutting out, cracking some half-baked joke about the mission, brushing off any bruises like they were nothing.

But as the jet doors opened, your heart plummeted.

The first figure to emerge was Steve, his face drawn with worry. And behind him, there was Tony—lying still on a stretcher, his armor dented, his face pale, and his shirt soaked through with blood.

“Dad!” you screamed, running over as the medics began wheeling him out. You reached for his hand, gripping it tightly as you matched the pace of the stretcher. “Dad, can you hear me?”

Hearing your voice, Tony’s eyes flickered open, and he gave you a faint, almost dazed smile, his lips twitching up as if this were all just another routine day. “Hey, kiddo,” he murmured, his voice barely a whisper.

You felt tears welling up in your eyes, his usual grin so painfully out of place as blood seeped through his clothes. He looked like he was moments from passing out, yet here he was, trying to smile at you as if he weren’t literally dying.

Dr. Cho appeared at that moment, taking control as she and the med team rushed him toward the med bay. You clung to his hand, following until Dr. Cho gently but firmly urged you to let go so they could begin.

Your grip slipped reluctantly, your hand falling back to your side as they wheeled him away. You felt helpless, watching as they disappeared through the doors, the weight of everything settling heavily on your chest. Had he been injured because he’d been waiting for you to say goodbye? Was it your fault for not showing him you still cared?

You sank against the wall outside the med bay, waiting, your heart pounding as guilt and worry tangled together. You could barely breathe, the fear settling into your bones as the minutes stretched into hours.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Dr. Cho came out, a tired but gentle smile on her face.

“He’s stable,” she said, her voice reassuring. “The wound was deep, but we managed to stop the bleeding. He’ll need rest and shouldn’t move around much, but he’s going to be okay.”

Relief flooded through you, a weight lifting off your chest as you let out a shaky breath. You thanked her, your voice choked with emotion as you entered the med bay, your eyes immediately finding Tony’s sleeping form.

He looked peaceful, a rare stillness on his face as he rested. You pulled a chair close to the bed, sitting down and taking his hand in yours, your fingers brushing over the cuts and bruises along his knuckles. You stared at his hand, a lump forming in your throat as everything you’d been bottling up began to spill over.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, barely audible, as you traced the faint lines of scars on his hand. “I’m sorry I didn’t say goodbye.”

Tears pricked at your eyes as the realization sank in, the guilt pressing down on you like a heavy weight. You hadn’t been there, hadn’t told him to be safe, and the thought that he’d gone into danger without knowing you cared made your heart ache.

From that moment, you didn’t leave his side, staying by his bed for days, watching over him, holding his hand, making sure he knew you were there. The other Avengers came by, offering words of comfort, but you couldn’t bring yourself to leave unless it was absolutely necessary.

Days passed, and one morning, as you sat by his bed, your head resting on your arms, exhaustion finally caught up with you. You’d fallen asleep, Tony’s hand still cradled in yours as you dozed off at his bedside.

When Tony stirred awake, blinking blearily at the room around him, he felt a warmth against his hand. Glancing over, he saw you, your head resting on the edge of the bed, your eyes closed, your grip on his hand firm even in sleep. A small, tired smile spread across his face as he took in the sight of you, his chest tightening with a mix of relief and gratitude.

Dr. Cho entered quietly, offering him a knowing smile as she did her routine check. “She’s barely left your side,” she whispered, nodding toward you. “You’re lucky to have her.”

Tony’s gaze softened, his smile lingering as he looked at you, memories of the past few weeks flashing through his mind. When Dr. Cho finished and quietly left, he shifted slightly, trying to move without disturbing you. But the small movement was enough to make you stir, your eyes fluttering open as you lifted your head, immediately reaching out to steady him.

“Hey, careful,” you murmured, your voice thick with sleep. “Don’t move too much. Dr. Cho said you need rest.”

Tony chuckled softly, his voice weak but filled with warmth. “Guess I’m not used to lying around doing nothing,” he replied, squeezing your hand gently

You frowned at him, though your expression softened with relief. “Are you in pain? Do you need anything? Water? Or maybe some food? Can’t get you alcohol, obviously…”

You rambled on, the questions pouring out in rapid succession, not giving him a chance to respond. “How are you feeling now? Do you want me to—”

“Whoa, slow down,” Tony interrupted with a soft laugh, his eyes glimmering with amusement. “I’m fine, kid. Really. You don’t have to worry.”

You let out a shaky breath, the weight of everything you’d been holding in finally pressing down on you. Silence settled between you, thick with unspoken words and lingering emotions, until finally, both of you spoke at the same time.

“I’m sorry.”

Tony looked at you, his brow furrowing with confusion. “Why are you sorry?” he asked gently. “I’m the one who’s messed up, not you.”

You shook your head, your gaze falling as you fiddled with the edge of the bed sheet. “I should’ve said goodbye, like I always do. I was upset, and I thought… maybe if I didn’t care, it wouldn’t hurt so much. But I do care, and I’m sorry I let my pride get in the way.”

Tony’s hand tightened around yours, his expression softening as he watched you. “Hey, listen to me,” he said, his voice firm but tender. “This is on me. I know I’ve let you down, more times than I can count. And I know I haven’t been the dad you deserve. But I’m here now, and I’m… I’m done screwing this up.”

He looked at you, his gaze steady, a rare sincerity in his eyes. “I know it’s going to take time to fix things, but I’m not going anywhere. I promise. I’m going to be there for you. I swear it.”

You blinked, tears welling up in your eyes as his words sank in, the honesty and determination in his voice breaking down the walls you’d built around yourself. You reached out, gripping his hand tightly, the weight of all the years of waiting and hoping finally easing.

“Just… show up, okay?” you whispered, a tear slipping down your cheek as you held his gaze. “That’s all I need.”

He nodded, a small, heartfelt smile on his face as he leaned back, squeezing your hand. “Then consider it done, kiddo.”

And in that moment, surrounded by the quiet hum of the medbay and the warmth of his hand in yours, you allowed yourself to believe him, feeling a glimmer of hope

[aspenmissing]

Hiii! How about Reader beeing the 3rd member of the hextech team and is really close with Viktor and Jayce, but with the little spice, that she is pretty dirty minded? Whenever she has the chance, she makes one of her "special" jokes or is flirting playfully with people she is beeing close with. While Jayce is joining her every single time, Viktor is not a big fan of that.

So one day Reader and Jayce having a mission: Getting Viktor flustered. But maybeee they forget, that Viktor isn't a shy person.

ᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ɪᴍᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ (ᴏʀ ɪꜱ ɪᴛ?)

ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ x ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ || ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ/ꜱᴘɪᴄʏ || 4340 ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ || ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ: ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴍɪɴᴅ, ᴅɪʀᴛʏ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ (ᴊᴏᴋɪɴɢʟʏ?), ꜱᴜɢɢᴇꜱᴛɪᴠᴇ

ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ᴀɴꜱᴡᴇʀ: ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴇᴅ. ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ ᴡʀᴏᴛᴇ ɪᴛ ʟᴏɴɢᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ. ɪᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴛᴏᴏ ꜰᴜɴɴʏ. ꜱᴏ ɪ ᴅᴏ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏ ᴍʏ ᴅᴇᴀʀ! <3

ᴘᴀʀᴛ 2

ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ | ᴊᴀʏᴄᴇ | ᴠɪᴋᴛᴏʀ

When Y/N had first joined them, she had been incredibly shy—hesitant to speak up and preferring to let her work speak for itself. Viktor and Jayce had adored it, often exchanging knowing smiles when she stammered through a report or ducked her head when praised. They had assumed she was sweet, innocent even, untouched by the kind of crude humour Jayce sometimes indulged in and Viktor pretended to ignore.

That illusion shattered the first time she made a dirty joke. They had been deep in discussion about stabilizing Hextech energy when Y/N, without missing a beat, had quipped, "Well, if you’re having trouble controlling the output, maybe you just need to use a firmer grip. You know, really work the shaft."

Jayce had nearly choked on his coffee, spluttering as he thumped his chest. Viktor, in contrast, had frozen mid-sentence, his brain seemingly short-circuiting as he blinked at her in stunned silence. Jayce was the first to recover, bursting into laughter so loud it echoed through the lab, clapping her on the back with an amused, "Oh, you’ve been holding out on us!"

Viktor, meanwhile, had let out the deepest sigh known to man, pinching the bridge of his nose as though he were reconsidering every decision that had led him to this moment. "Why do I work with you two?" he had muttered, but the damage was done. From that moment on, there was no going back.

Now, she had no hesitation in throwing out playful quips and teasing remarks, especially when it meant making Viktor squirm. She had learned their quirks, their strengths, and, most importantly, just how far she could push their patience—whether it was until Viktor snapped in exasperation or Jayce collapsed into laughter.

The Hextech trio had spent hours in the lab, surrounded by blueprints, scattered notes, and the soft hum of hextech energy. It was another late night, and while Viktor was hunched over his latest project, Jayce and Y/N were engaging in their usual back-and-forth.

"Viktor," Y/N called out sweetly, leaning her weight onto the desk as she tilted her head towards him. "You know, for someone who works so much with rods, you're surprisingly bad at handling them."

Jayce snorted, not even looking up from his gauntlet prototype. "Oh, I don't know, Y/N. His technique is pretty solid—it's all about precision."

Viktor groaned, rubbing his temples with one hand while gripping his cane with the other. "Why must you two do this?" he muttered, clearly exasperated but used to their antics.

Y/N feigned innocence, widening her eyes dramatically. "Do what?"

Jayce grinned, catching on immediately. "Yeah, Viktor, what exactly do you mean?"

The Zaunite inventor shot them both a withering glare. "You are both insufferable."

Y/N smirked, sidling up to him. "Oh, come on, you love us."

Viktor sighed heavily, but the corner of his lips twitched slightly despite his best efforts. "Regrettably, yes."

Jayce nudged Viktor with an elbow, grinning. "See? He admits it. Deep down, he enjoys our company."

Viktor shot him a look. "Enjoy is a strong word."

Y/N leaned in, lowering her voice to a sultry whisper. "Would you prefer ‘tolerate’ then? Because I’d be happy to push those limits, just for you."

Jayce wheezed with laughter, nearly dropping the tool he was holding. "Oh, that was a good one."

Viktor let out a slow breath, tapping his cane against the floor as he muttered in Zaunite under his breath before turning back to his work. "I am ignoring you both."

Undeterred, Y/N slid onto a nearby stool, resting her chin on her hand as she watched Viktor intently. "Ignoring me won't make me stop, you know. If anything, it just encourages me."

Jayce leaned back, resting his arms behind his head. "She’s got a point, buddy. The more you resist, the worse it gets."

Viktor cast a glance toward Y/N, shifting his weight slightly as he leaned on his cane, his expression both tired and resigned. "And yet, neither of you ever resist the urge to be unbearable."

Y/N pouted dramatically. "You wound me. But fine, I'll behave... for now."

Jayce wagged a finger. "That means five minutes, tops."

She gasped, placing a hand over her chest in mock offense. "I’ll have you know I am perfectly capable of keeping things professional."

Viktor hummed, unconvinced. "I find that highly unlikely."

Y/N grinned, leaning back with an easy confidence. "Guess you’ll just have to wait and see."

=

The Wrench Incident

A few days later, Y/N was helping Jayce recalibrate the stabilizer on one of their hextech devices while Viktor worked at the other side of the lab, scribbling notes into his worn leather journal. The familiar hum of machinery filled the space, punctuated by the occasional spark of energy from their workstations. Y/N, wiping a bit of oil from her hands, reached for a particularly large wrench and gave Jayce a slow, deliberate look.

"Damn, Jayce," she mused, holding it up and weighing it in her hands. "This thing is huge. How do you even handle it properly?"

Jayce, ever the oblivious one, responded instantly. "Oh, you just have to get a good grip. And make sure your wrist movement is steady, or you’ll lose control."

Y/N bit her lip, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she tilted her head. "Mmm, I love a man who knows how to use his hands."

Jayce beamed, completely missing the implications. "Right? It’s all about—wait." He blinked, realization dawning. "Y/N."

She smirked, cocking an eyebrow. "Yes, Jayce?"

His face twisted into a half-groan, half-laugh. "You set me up."

Across the lab, Viktor, who had been meticulously adjusting a component on an invention as he let out an audible sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose. "I beg you both for peace. Just once."

Y/N turned to him with a grin, setting the wrench down with a loud clang. "Oh, come on, Vik, don’t tell me you don’t enjoy a little dirty talk."

Viktor didn't even look up from his work. "I do not."

Jayce, having finally caught his breath from laughing, smirked. "I dunno, Y/N. I think he secretly does."

Viktor finally glanced up, leveling them both with a flat, unimpressed stare. "I assure you, I do not."

Y/N leaned on the workbench, tapping her fingers against the metal. "Mmm, you say that, but I’ve caught you blushing."

Viktor scoffed. "I do not blush."

Jayce let out a low whistle. "You kind of do, buddy."

Viktor shot him a glare. "And you, Jayce, are no better. Encouraging her."

Y/N grinned wickedly, enjoying the way Viktor shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "Oh, come on, you love it. Admit it. A little spice in the workplace keeps things interesting."

Viktor let out a long, weary breath, returning his focus to his work. "I swear, you two are determined to shorten my lifespan."

Jayce laughed, slinging an arm around Y/N’s shoulders. "Ah, don’t worry, Vik. We’ll make sure you live a long, fulfilling life."

Y/N smirked, leaning into Jayce. "Exactly. With plenty of entertainment along the way."

Viktor only muttered something in Zaunite under his breath, shaking his head as he adjusted his cane and got back to work.

=

Testing the Gauntlets

One night, the sound of clanking metal and the hum of machinery echoed through the lab. Jayce stood inside the massive hextech gauntlet, his arm flexing inside the intricate metal construct, which buzzed and rumbled with barely contained power. The gauntlet was a feat of engineering, but for all its strength, it couldn’t match the playful grin spreading across Jayce’s face.

Y/N stood by the control panel, adjusting settings and monitoring the readings, her fingers dancing over the switches with practiced ease. As Jayce flexed his arm again, the gauntlet responded with a deep hum, its gears turning with newfound precision. Jayce’s eyes gleamed with excitement.

“You know, Y/N, this thing is insanely strong. You wanna feel?” he asked, his voice dripping with mischief.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smirk. She leaned casually against the console, looking up at him with a playful glint in her eye. “Jayce, darling, if I had a hex for every time a man said that to me, I’d have enough power to build my own gauntlet,” she replied smoothly, her voice dripping with sarcasm and flirtation.

Jayce blinked, momentarily taken aback by her unexpected reply. He raised his hand from the gauntlet, momentarily faltering in his attempt to flex it again. “Wait. Was that—” he started, his brow furrowing as he tried to process her words.

Before he could finish, Viktor, who had been silently observing the scene from his desk, let out an exasperated sigh. He rubbed his temples, clearly done with the antics of the other two. “Yes. It was,” he said, his voice heavy with weariness. “Do not encourage her.”

Jayce, his grin widening at Viktor’s evident discomfort, flexed his hand inside the gauntlet once more. The gears of the machine whirred in response, and the sheer force it exerted was almost tangible. “But what if I want to?” Jayce shot back with a wink, his voice now filled with playful defiance, his challenge clearly aimed at Viktor.

Y/N’s lips curled into an amused smirk as she pushed herself off the console, stepping toward Jayce. “Well then, we might just have to test your endurance next,” she said, her voice laced with mock seriousness and subtle flirtation. She leaned in slightly, resting a hand on Jayce’s chest, feeling the warmth of his body through his shirt. “Careful, darling,” she added, her tone lowering slightly, “I’m not known for taking it easy.”

Before she could say anything more, Jayce, in a sudden burst of energy, effortlessly scooped Y/N off her feet, lifting her with one arm as if she weighed nothing at all. She gasped in surprise, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as she clung to him.

He didn’t stop there. With a playful laugh, he spun her around, the motion sending her hair whipping through the air as she shrieked in shock and delight. The world blurred for a moment before, in one fluid motion, he shifted his grip and hoisted her up onto his shoulder as if she were nothing more than a sack of feathers.

"Jayce!" she yelped, pounding her fists against his back in protest, though the laughter bubbling up from her chest betrayed her amusement. "You absolute menace—put me down!"

Jayce only chuckled, adjusting his hold to keep her steady. "Nope. You’re mine now."

Viktor, who had been attempting to focus on his work, made an audible, strangled sound from behind them. His fingers clenched on the edge of his desk, his face a perfect picture of disbelief and irritation. With a sharp exhale, he grabbed his cane, using it to push himself up from his chair with deliberate slowness, as if summoning the patience of a saint.

“I am going home,” he muttered under his breath, his accent thick with exasperation. He leaned slightly on his cane as he straightened, shaking his head as if witnessing a personal tragedy. “This is unbearable.”

Y/N and Jayce exchanged a victorious look before high-fiving—well, Y/N awkwardly patted his back since her current position on his shoulder made it difficult to reach his hand. Their laughter rang through the lab as Viktor turned toward the door, his cane tapping against the floor with each step as he stormed out with as much dignity as he could muster.

“We win,” Y/N declared triumphantly, still giggling as she wiggled slightly on Jayce’s shoulder.

Jayce smirked before finally setting her down—albeit carefully, his hands lingering on her waist for just a moment longer before letting go. His grin was wide, infectious, and filled with joy. “We absolutely do.”

As Viktor’s footsteps and the rhythmic tapping of his cane faded down the hall, Y/N turned to Jayce with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Should we go after him? I bet we could convince him to come back if we try hard enough.”

Jayce’s grin faltered slightly as he considered it, but then he shook his head with a chuckle. “Nah, let’s give him a break. We’ll savor this victory for ourselves.”

Y/N hummed in agreement, still catching her breath from laughing. “Victory indeed, my dear Jayce. Victory indeed.”

As the two of them stood there in the now-quiet lab, Viktor's dramatic exit still hanging in the air, there was a brief silence between them. But it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was just the calm after the storm, the shared joy of the playful moment, and the knowledge that they’d done exactly what they’d set out to do—get under Viktor’s skin, if only for a little while longer.

A few days had passed since their triumphant victory over Viktor’s patience, and Y/N and Jayce were itching for another round of their favourite game—seeing how far they could push him before he snapped. However, this time, they had a new strategy: flustering Viktor.

It had started as an offhand remark from Jayce while they were tinkering in the lab. “You know, Y/N, I don’t think we’ve ever really seen Viktor flustered. Irritated? Sure. Exasperated? Every day. But flustered? That’s a challenge.”

Y/N grinned, leaning against the worktable as she considered the idea. “Oh, I like a challenge.” She tapped her chin thoughtfully. “But you know, I don’t think he’s the shy type. He’s too… unbothered.”

“Yeah, but everyone has a weakness,” Jayce reasoned, crossing his arms. “And if we find it, it’ll be glorious.”

And so, the plan was set.

=

Phase One: Compliments—But Make Them Too Much

The next morning, Y/N and Jayce arrived at the lab with renewed determination. Viktor was already there, hunched over his desk, scribbling notes onto blueprints with the kind of intense focus that made it clear he had been at it for hours. His cane rested against the table, and his sharp eyes flickered between different parchment sheets, completely immersed in his own little world.

Perfect. That meant he wouldn’t see them coming.

Jayce struck first. He strolled over casually, leaning a hip against Viktor’s desk. “You know, Vik,” he started, voice dripping with fake casualness, “I was just thinking—you’re kind of brilliant. No, wait—incredibly brilliant. Probably the smartest man in Piltover. Maybe even Runeterra.”

Y/N, perched on a stool nearby, propped her chin in her hands and added with a dramatic sigh, “Oh, absolutely. And let’s not even start on the voice.” She bit her lip for effect. “Deep, smooth, just the right amount of accent—swoon-worthy, really.”

Jayce nodded solemnly. “And the hair. Viktor, buddy, how do you get it to do that perfectly tousled, tortured-genius thing? It’s not fair.”

Viktor, still writing, responded without even glancing up. “Genetics, I suppose.”

Jayce blinked. Y/N smirked.

Alright. No reaction yet. Time to up the stakes.

Y/N slowly stood and stretched, making sure to drag the movement out just enough. She took a lazy step closer to Viktor’s desk, trailing a finger along its surface as she spoke, her voice dropping into something smoother, sultrier. “And let’s not ignore the hands,” she mused. “Steady, precise… I bet they could do all sorts of things.”

Jayce choked.

Viktor, still writing, let out a quiet sigh. “Yes, they are good for engineering.”

Y/N’s smirk widened. “Oh, I wasn’t talking about engineering, sweetheart.”

That got Viktor to pause for half a second.

Jayce, catching on, grinned and jumped in. “I mean, Vik, be honest with us—when’s the last time someone appreciated your hands properly?”

Viktor resumed writing. “I am beginning to think you two should be banned from the lab.”

Y/N leaned closer, tilting her head slightly. “Why? Afraid we’ll say something that gets you all hot and bothered?”

Viktor snorted, finally glancing up. His expression was unreadable, but there was a hint of amusement in his golden eyes. “I have yet to be even mildly affected, miláčku.” (Darling)

Oh. Oh.

Y/N felt something ignite in her brain at the way the word rolled off his tongue—smooth, effortless, and with just the right amount of condescension to make her want to double down.

Jayce, sensing an opportunity, threw an arm over Viktor’s shoulder and grinned. “Damn, you’re really that unshakable, huh? No weaknesses?”

Viktor exhaled, patience clearly thinning. “My weakness is my work being interrupted.”

=

Phase Two: Physical Contact (That Was Definitely Going to Work, Right?)

Later that afternoon, while Viktor was adjusting one of the core stabilizers on their latest project, Y/N decided it was time to up the stakes. She slid up beside him, leaning in just close enough that her breath ghosted over his cheek. Her lips curled into a smirk as she watched his hands move with practiced precision, adjusting the intricate components with ease.

"Viktor," she purred, voice low and smooth, "you have such precise hands. So steady. So… controlled.”

Viktor hummed, tightening the last screw without so much as a pause. “I would hope so. Otherwise, this would explode.”

Jayce, trying—and failing—to keep a straight face, moved in on Viktor’s other side. He gave an exaggerated nod, folding his arms. “Man, Vik, have you been working out? That grip strength is insane.”

Viktor exhaled sharply through his nose, setting his tools down with an air of patience running dangerously thin. He turned to face both of them, fixing them with a completely neutral expression. “Are you two attempting to fluster me?”

Y/N barely managed to stifle a laugh, feigning innocence as she leaned against the workbench. “What? Us? Noooo.”

Jayce flexed his bicep dramatically. “I’m just admiring your strength, man. You ever arm-wrestle? You’d probably win.”

Y/N, taking full advantage of Viktor’s slight distraction, trailed a finger along his forearm, slow and deliberate. "Mmm, I’d bet on him. Those hands? That grip? Imagine what else they could do."

Jayce’s mouth fell open slightly.

Viktor merely arched an eyebrow. “You are aware I use them primarily for engineering, yes?”

Y/N leaned in further, lowering her voice just enough to make it dangerous. “Oh, primarily.”

Jayce made a strangled noise, clearly trying to keep it together, but Viktor remained entirely composed, not even a flicker of reaction. Instead, he studied them both like they were lab specimens.

“If I agree that I am both intelligent and physically competent, will this end?” he asked flatly.

Y/N tapped a finger against her chin, pretending to be deep in thought. “Hmm. No, I don’t think so. We haven’t even touched on your cheekbones yet.”

Jayce clapped a hand on Viktor’s shoulder. “Seriously, have you seen yourself? That’s sculpted from Zaunite marble.”

Viktor, unimpressed, met their gazes evenly. “I have a mirror,” he said dryly. “But if you wish to continue, by all means. I am interested to see how long you can keep this up.”

=

The Final Phase: A Winner Among Us

Y/N had always been one to enjoy a challenge. And for the past few days, Viktor had proven to be the ultimate one. She and Jayce had tried everything—compliments, teasing, subtle touches—all in the hopes of breaking through the impenetrable calm that Viktor seemed to radiate effortlessly. But nothing worked. Viktor remained as composed as ever, his stoic demeanor unshaken by anything they threw his way.

At first, Y/N had thought it was just a matter of patience. Eventually, she figured, Viktor’s cool exterior would crack. But after days of gentle teasing, it was clear that the man was made of much tougher stuff than either of them had imagined.

And that, in a way, only made the challenge all the more enticing.

But Jayce, ever the curious one, had started to get impatient. He was baffled by Viktor’s unwavering composure and had begun suggesting more direct methods—louder compliments, exaggerated gestures. Y/N, however, was far more methodical in her approach. She knew Viktor wasn’t one to be thrown off by the usual antics. If she was going to succeed, she’d have to dig deeper.

That’s when Y/N decided to take matters into her own hands. No more passing the torch to Jayce. She was going to do this alone, and she was going to make sure it would be done right.

The morning after she made her decision, Y/N woke up with a sly grin already curling her lips. She could practically hear Viktor’s voice in her head: Nothing either of you are capable of will phase me.

Oh, Viktor. He had no idea what was coming.

She entered the lab that morning with a sense of purpose, a spark of mischief flickering in her eyes. Viktor was already there, as usual, engrossed in his work. His focus was absolute, his posture perfect as he adjusted the core stabilizer. She watched him for a moment, taking in the meticulous way his hands moved, the furrow in his brow, how he barely seemed to notice the world around him.

It was almost a shame, she thought. He was so lost in his calculations—always analyzing, always focused—that he didn’t know what was about to happen.

Y/N moved silently across the floor, her steps quiet and calculated. Viktor didn’t look up, too absorbed in the delicate work he was doing. She took her time, letting the tension build, letting her anticipation rise.

Finally, she made her move.

She slid in beside him, just close enough so that her presence could no longer be ignored. Viktor’s gaze flickered toward her for a split second, but his attention remained on his work. His hands never stopped moving.

Y/N leaned in, positioning herself slightly behind him. Her fingers brushed lightly against the edge of the table, her breath soft, almost a sigh.

“Viktor,” she began, her voice smooth, but low, “you work far too hard, you know that?”

Viktor didn’t look up, but paused for a moment, as if considering her words. He gave a quiet hum of acknowledgment, his tone as steady as always. “I prefer to call it being productive.”

Y/N’s smirk grew, but she didn’t push him just yet. Not yet.

She watched him for another moment, taking in every inch of his concentration. Everything about him was controlled—his movements, his focus, even his voice. It was as though he wore an impenetrable shell, one that only those who had known him for years—even Jayce—could begin to understand. But it wasn’t enough. She needed to push further.

She inched a little closer, her breath brushing the back of his ear. Viktor stiffened slightly, but didn’t look up. He kept his hands steady on the tools, though there was a subtle change in his posture. A faint tension in his shoulders.

“Viktor,” she purred, lowering her voice to a soft murmur, “you have no idea how much tension you're carrying.” She paused just long enough to let the words sink in. “I bet all that brilliance comes with a bit of… weight.”

Viktor’s grip tightened on the stabilizer, and his fingers twitched. He didn’t answer her right away, but she could see it—the strain building under his calm. His usual self-control was cracking, just a little.

Y/N pressed on.

“You know,” she continued, now her voice barely a whisper, “I think a man of your intellect could use a real break. Something… relaxing. You deserve it. A small reprieve from all this work.”

Y/N leaned in, savoring the moment. She saw the familiar tension in Viktor’s posture, the slight flicker of uncertainty in his eyes. The game was about to be hers. With one fluid motion, she moved even closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, her voice rich with teasing intent.

“You know, Viktor,” she purred, her breath warm against his skin, “I could think of a few very pleasurable ways to help you unwind. I’m sure I could make it more than worth your while.”

Viktor froze. For the briefest moment, his breath caught in his throat, his body locking up as if the words had a physical effect on him. His face flushed a soft red, but instead of faltering, instead of flustered silence, Viktor’s lips twitched with something that resembled amusement—dark, knowing amusement.

Then, without missing a beat, his voice came back at her in a whisper, low and just as suggestive, “Careful, miláčku, I might just take you up on that offer… and then we'll see who needs their endurance tested.” (Darling)

Her heart skipped a beat. His words hit her with an intensity she hadn't been prepared for. She blinked, trying to regain her composure, but the effect of his whisper still lingered in her chest.

Without another word, Viktor simply straightened up, gathering his tools with a deliberate calmness that contrasted his voice. His movements were precise and controlled, despite the noticeable tremor in his hand, before he turned and walked away—his cane tapping softly on the floor with each step. The soft sound seemed almost deliberate, a reminder of the presence he left behind, even as he distanced himself from Y/N.

Y/N stood frozen, her heart still pounding, her mind trying to process what had just transpired. There was a mix of surprise, confusion, and something else—something deeper that she couldn’t quite place.

Jayce, who had been quietly observing the scene from the sidelines, was now completely perplexed. He walked up to Y/N, his gaze flicking between her flushed face and the spot where Viktor had just stood. “Y/N... what the hell just happened?” His voice was a blend of curiosity and disbelief.

Y/N opened her mouth, but the words wouldn’t come. Her mind was still reeling from Viktor’s unexpected retort, the weight of his words lingering in the air between them. She swallowed hard, desperately trying to collect herself, but her usual confidence seemed to have evaporated in the wake of Viktor’s response.

Jayce raised an eyebrow, his expression shifting from confusion to a playful concern. “Y/N? Are you—are you okay?”

She blinked rapidly, her lips parting as if to speak, but all that came out was a quiet, breathless exhale.

“Oh no,” Jayce said, realization dawning as he caught on. His voice rose with teasing amusement. “He got you, didn’t he?”

Y/N shot him an incredulous glance, her cheeks still burning. She couldn’t form a sentence. What Viktor had said, how he had said it—it had rattled her in ways she hadn’t expected. She was left speechless, completely caught off guard.

Jayce leaned in closer, his grin widening as he enjoyed the sight of Y/N so flustered. “Well, well, didn’t think I’d see the day when you were speechless. Care to share what happened?”

Y/N gave him a small shake of her head, her mind still spinning with the memory of Viktor’s unexpected, almost playful response. She had no idea how to process it or even how to explain it to Jayce. Her confidence, usually so unwavering, was nowhere to be found.

As she turned to leave, Jayce’s teasing voice followed her, still laced with amusement. “You know, I’ve never seen you like this before. Are you sure you don’t want to tell me what happened?”

But Y/N, still lost in the aftermath of Viktor’s whisper and the heat in her cheeks, couldn’t bring herself to say a word. She was too flustered, her mind too tangled in the unexpected shift in their dynamic.

And so, she left him with nothing but his own curious questions, walking away, her footsteps softer than usual as she tried to process everything.

Jayce stood there for a moment, glancing toward Viktor’s retreating figure, then back to Y/N. He smiled to himself, knowing that whatever had just happened, it was something big. But for now, he was content to let her keep her secrets.

[meebochii]

「 𝕱𝖆𝖙𝖊/𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖔𝖙𝖞𝖕𝖊: 𝕾𝖆𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝖛𝖘 𝕷𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊𝖗 」

[cheerysmores]

My wife once told me she would never play Baldur's Gate 3 because 'it's that slut game.' One year later she finally caved and did her very first playthrough.

May I present: Mrs. Cheery's chaotic gremlin adventure to Baldur's Gate.

Act 1

Our hero is the drow fighter, Lady Coolio. To this day we do not know whether Lady is her name or her title. She has a big sword, big tits and one goal: get to The Baldur's Gate with no distractions.

Escaped the 'Meat Bus' (Nautaloid). "Right how close am I to Baldur's gate? Like three hours?"

Sold her camp clothes by accident and was very sad that all she had to run around in was a grey hobo sack. (No mods. Sorry wife)

Asked if Withers was Solas's Dad.

Lady Coolio calls Astarion rat boy. In Wifey's words “he told me ‘when I was a little lad Cazador made me eat rats.’”

To be fair she isn't great with names so Halsin = Hoisin Sauce, Lae'zel = onion lady, Volo = Volvo, Cazador = Calzone (sometimes)

In camp: Gale "I'd like to show you something rather magical". Lady Coolio: "I DON'T WANT TO SEE YOUR MAGIC PENIS"

“There are so many dead bodies everywhere this entire place has got to stink” (just act 1 generally)

Act 2

Ran into the shadow cursed lands very under levelled and Last Light inn instantly got sacked. Bad news as she was romancing Karlach and now can’t get her second upgrade. Lady Coolio firmly blames Isobel for "triggering like three opportunity attacks when she could have... not done that."

Died to the shadow curse a LOT. Her: “Why is everyone dying????” Me: “Remember the moon lantern?” Her: “The what?” Me: “… that thing with the swearing pixie in it” Her: “ I still have to use that????” Me: “ yes, because Isobel is dead” Her: "WHY IS SHE STILL CAUSING PROBLEMS."

Hates the Gauntlet of Shar. Asked Shadowheart, “Is Shar the only goddess with an Olympic qualifier to join her religion?”

And now a series of comments on the Dead 3's chosen: “so the bad guys are evil undead Santa, Lady Gaga and the ugliest man I’ve ever seen?”)” “Is Gale… horny for that crown??” “Maybe Myrkul would be more threatening if he wasn’t standing in an giant toilet and not moving”

On discovering the Emperor) “wait my fairy god mother is a SQUID??? oh :( ”

She did however become half illithid but hated that she ended up with varicose veins on her boobs.

Gale and Astarion then graduated to “those weak pudding men” because they kept getting stuck halfway across the map by missing jumps. Act 3

Said “Brexit means Brexit” every time she met someone who was complaining about the refugees.

Went to see Raphael at Sharess's Caress. Didn’t sign his contract “ I trust neither Lord Farquad nor squid man but I’m not selling my soul to someone who has such bad vibes.”

At Gortash's coronation. "I thought he was popular? Like seven people turned up to watch it. Is it because he's really ugly and smells like Lynx (Axe) body spray?"

She wanted to eat Orin's outfit because it looks like delicious bacon.

Walking around the city: "so where do I go??" "Anywhere you like." "I hate this."

She would not stop stealing things. I think she murdered the entire battalion of flaming fist in the lower city because "a lady's gotta eat." She also killed everyone in sorcerer’s sundries including Rolan.

Had the prototypical stress aneurysm while doing the iron throne but somehow managed to get ALL the hostages out.

Lae’zel was kidnapped by Orin for 9 in game days . When I asked about this she said “FINDING CLOWN MEAT IS MORE IMPORTANT.”

“Why does every door here lead to the sewer????? And why are there so many live mines in the sewer??”

(in the basement of the elfsong) “soo because the Emperor has a shitty basement I’m supposed to be best friend with him now? This soup recipe does not make me trust you squid man”

Halsin “nature used all its powers when crafting you” Wife “well it also crafted bacon lady (Orin) so swings and roundabouts”

Astarion stayed a spawn and she convinced Gale not to use the crown. “No one is becoming ultimate bitch on my watch”

Despite her distrust of the Emperor she still allied with him in the final fight. Because, and I quote, "Lady Coolio's goal is to stop the Absolute. The Emperor has the same goal. I don't know when I became everyone's therapist and in charge of them making better choices but I'm putting my foot down at replacing dehydrated onion queen with baldy prince king over here. The Gith's religion is not my problem."

In her canon Lady Coolio and the Emperor high fived when they won.

85 hours later and Lady Coolio is the hero of Baldur's Gate. Please enjoy this picture of our heroine.

[car-o-line]

Hi! Would you be able to do a Catnap/Theo Grambell x reader where they're uh I wouldn't say friends but more than acquaintances. They both shared a disdain for the factory they call home. Reader is both dreaded and intimidated by the bigger bodies so when Theo becomes Catnap they both feel lonelier than ever now that they never can cross paths. You may add anything you'd like😊thank you!!

4TH POPPY PLAYTIME POST IN A ROWWWW, sorry I’m totally not like obsessed with it or anything..nope, nah, Nuh uh, nada.

Catnap(Theodore) with a acquaintance reader who’s scared af as him :P

You and Theo never talked that much in the orphanage.

Yes, while you both knew each other by name and face you both never had many talking interactions. And if you did, they were short and or silently playing with toys beside each other.

It was like that until one day you realized that you hadn’t seen Theo at all that day. But when you asked one of the scientists they told you that Theo had gotten into an accident, that he had grabbed a grabpack and accidentally electrocuted himself with it.

This startled you and you were worried for your poor classmate(since you both are probably the same age and are in the same class as well.)

But really you wouldn’t actually see the real “Theodore” ever again. And you had to accept that.

So when the “Hour of Joy” came about, you were scared but you knew you had to hide, so you did.

The Prototype didn’t notice you and brought all the other orphans down to the lab, leaving you by yourself.

After that you just wandered around the playcare before coming across a file.

A file named “Experiment 1188.”

It told you everything.

You were horrified, how could such a young boy be turned into such a beast?

Since you knew Theo- Catnap. Stayed in Home Sweet Home, you decided that you’d sleep somewhere else. Just to make sure that your chances of running into Catnap were extra low.

Little did you know, Theodore actually had no intention of killing you.

He knew you weren’t with the other orphans in the labs, the Prototype told him. So that meant you were either dead or roaming around a the Player.

He knew it was the latter because even if he isn’t near you, he watches you from afar once you’re in his sight. You know he doesn’t always stay in Home Sweet Home right?

Actually the reasons he won’t kill you are quite simple:

1: He knows you. And he thinks you’re a nice person.

2: He knows you HATE the factory because every time you drew a picture you’d never draw the real place in the background, you’d only draw fake houses because “a fake place is better than here.” So he doesn’t even want to think about how much you have it now.

3: The Prototype knows you’re around but he never told Catnap to hurt you in anyway, so he decided that he’ll just keep going with keeping you okay until the Prototype says otherwise.

The Prototype is fine with you being around because he himself knows that you have a hatred towards the factory.

Anyway, there were a few times when you were literally starving, but once you continued on suddenly a pack of fruit snacks appeared, I wonder where that came frommm..

Catnap watched you from afar even if you aren’t in Home Sweet Home. So when he senses that you’re in distress or in danger he’ll silently protect you or quietly give you supplies when you aren’t looking.

Overall even if you both don’t talk much you do realize that the original Theodore is in Catnap somewhere, and Catnap realizes that he actually misses playing with you, even if it isn’t communicating playing.

[bitchface24-7]

PLEASANT COMPLIANCE - JAYVIK X READER

Inspired by @newgipestel and their amazing ideas for a PT2, thank them as well for this masterpiece

synopsis: things have changed between you three. Cole is long gone, but the three of you have been separated against your will. Jayce with the council, you with sponsors, and Viktor with Heimerdinger or working solo in the lab. So when the three of you have a weekend to yourselves, you take it. Your apartment is yours only now, and you’ve missed your boys desperately.

warnings: this is smut y’all, pre-established relationship, teasing, dirty talk, degradation, praise, dom!viktor, switch!jayce, sex toys, dp, unsafe sex, breeding kink, creampie, squirting, oral sex (f receiving), y’all this is filthy LMAO, grammarly is my beta

genre: m/m/f

p.s. y’all this was a blast to write, I know y’all loved PT1 so I hope PT2 tickles your fancy as well. Oh to be the meat in the Jayvik sandwich 😩

PART 1

Waking up naked on the ruined lab couch was not part of your plans, but who are you to complain? You finally broke up with your shitty boyfriend Cole, got your back blown out by the two men you've had a crush on since forever, and they reciprocate those feelings.

Unfortunately, y'all have a gala to return back to. You've been gone for almost an hour now and people are going to wonder where you've been. Good thing you have some spare makeup lying around in the lab.

The three of you don't have the healthiest sleep schedule, so quite often one, two, or all three of you sleep in the lab at some point. Having backup makeup, a small bottle of perfume, and spare clothes lying around make life much easier. Your two boys are slowly redressing as you make your way to a simple mirror hanging on the wall.

You're a mess.

Your hair's a mess, your makeup is almost all gone, and a few hickey's grace your neck. You scan your body and find hand-shaped bruises on your hips. That's going to hurt in the morning, but it'll be worth it.

Reapplying your makeup and fixing your hair to the best of your ability, you put your dress back on. A cold hand touches your lower back as the zipper slides up effortlessly, it's Viktor.

"It's quite a shame to see those lovely marks disappear." His tone is dark as the words smoothly leave his lips in a quiet purr. You bit the inside of your cheek and look at him over your shoulder, "You can see them again later."

"Promise?" Jayce asks, his tone light and full of teasing. You roll your eyes fondly at the broad man, "Promise."

The three of you exit the lab and head back to the gala, back to the snake pit to get what you need. You need money. You need sponsers.

So that's what you're going to get.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The next morning was hectic. Frantically running around your empty apartment to get ready for the day.

Back to your usual outfits yet you look better than over. Having the toxic ex out of your life has made you glow (getting your back blown out last night obviously doesn't have anything to do with it) you can't help but smile at your reflection in the mirror. Its been a while since you've seen her, and you're happy to see her again.

Unfortunately, you won't be able to see your boys for a while. You have a multitude of meetings to attend as you got many sponsors last night after your lab time with your lovers.

Hopefully everything goes to plan.

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

It does not go to plan. You thought that even with all of your meetings, you'd still be able to see your boys.

You haven't.

You try. Damn do you try. You go to the lab as often as you can. Teasing looks, lingering touches, long kisses, until something pops up.

Another meeting.

Another council gathering.

More work from Heimerdinger.

Prototypes that need to be made.

Equations and runes to explore.

Work.

Work.

And even more work.

All three of you can feel the tension rising. You feel overly hot around them. Your thighs tensing together, your bottom lip bit to inflammation, your eyes wandering to places they shouldn't in polite society.

Viktor and Jayce are just the exact same way.

So when the three of you have a free weekend together, you snatch it up as fast as you possibly can.

Fuck everyone else, you three need to fuck each other, now.

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Getting to your apartment felt like the blink of an eye. Before you knew it you were getting pushed into your apartment as Jayce kissed you desperately, Viktor casual walks in after you two and shuts the door; locking it behind him.

Jayce groans pathetically into your mouth as you ruck his shift up and rip it apart. Buttons flying everywhere, Jayce gasps in shock as you leave his mouth to kiss down his throat, biting and nipping along your path to get to his chest.

His big eyes are watery and his face is flushed. He looks even prettier debauched as he does in his day-to-day life.

“Stop.” Viktor demands, his voice monotone and sharp. Jayce whines as you pull away, your lips puffy and pouty.

Viktor walks up to you and runs a hand down your back before cupping your waist in a bruising grip, over the pre-existing bruises from the previous night. You hiss lightly at the pleasurable pain and Viktor just smirks, “Good girl. Now, shall you lead us to your room?”

You can't help but nod excitedly, and lead them down the small hallway to your large bedroom. They can't help but admire the decor. It's all… you. The one thing they can't ignore is how large your bed is. It’s too big for one person.

But perfect for three.

Before you realize what's going on, Viktor pushes Jayce into the bed. The larger man bounces a bit as a bewildered smile overtakes his face, “Would you like for her to sit on your face Jayce? You've been pining and whining over this tidbit for the last week. So desperate, so needy.”

Jayce nods rapidly and you just giggle, taking your pants and underwear off leaving your bra and blouse on. You get onto the bed, put your legs on each side of Jayce's head and hover a bit, not wanting to squish him.

You don't get a choice as Jayce grips your hips and forces you down, his mouth immediately suckling onto your clit as his beard rubs deliciously against your thighs. God, everything’s been so busy that Jayce hasn't had the time to groom himself like he usually does. Neither you or Viktor are complaining, his longer hair and beard make him even more attractive.

The whiny moans that escape you make you want to hide your face but Viktor doesn't let you, kissing you passionately as he lecherously fondles your tits over your bra. Eventually, he shucks your top off and takes your bra off with one hand. You're completely nude as your two boys devour you.

Your orgasm slowly creeps up and before you know it stars overtake your vision as you gasp out your lover's names. Viktor looks pleased, Jayce looks pussy drunk.

You're just out of breath.

You slowly get off Jayce and lie down on your plush bed, Viktor ever the ambitious one, takes his own top and vest off and joins you on the bed, pinning you down as he recolours the faded marks on your neck and chest.

“You did say I'd get to see them later.” He teases, his eyes glittery as he looks at you, a coy smirk on his pink lips.

“That I did.”

He redoes the marks from a week ago and adds a few more, just cause. What a possessive man.

“Jayce,” Viktor starts, his tone demanding but kind, “See if she has any lube. It's been a while, and I don't want her to be in any unnecessary pain.”

Jayce just nods and goes to your bedside drawer, you're too invested in Viktors plush lips to notice whats going on.

A small gasp is heard as Jayce looks over his shoulder to stare at you two, then before you can ask whats wrong, Jayce takes the drawer out of its spot and dumps the contents out onto the bed.

Lube, vibrators, dildos, a flogger, handcuffs, silk ties, butt plugs, toys galore.

Jayce looks shocked, Viktor looks intrigued.

You want to die.

“Oh? What's this?” Viktor asks, his voice full of sweet teasing. He picks up a multitude of toys, looking at them like puzzles he needs to solve. Jayce looks curious too.

“Well—” you start, sitting up onto your elbows as Viktor straddles you, “You know how… unhappy I was with Cole.”

Jayce and Viktor grumble and grimace at the mans name. Yes, they know.

“It extended into the bedroom.” Viktor plainly states, you nod and Jayce scoffs.

“Of course it did. Man was too insecure about us being friends to even properly please you.”

“What a shame. Sucks to be him.”

“Guys!”

Viktor and Jayce just snicker as you fail to look angry at them. Damn them. They're too loveable to stay mad at. Especially since now, they both look so excited at the prospect of using your toys, particularly Jayce. You swear you can envision puppy ears perking up and a tail wagging vigorously.

“So… this changes our plans.” Viktor casually states as he continues to look at your toys, Jayce smirks, and you just feel confused flusteredness, “What do you mean?”

“Well… now we have more options, don't we? One you were going to keep hidden from us.” Viktor’s causal tone gets darker, sensual. You can't help but feel your face heat up.

Jayce adds in, “How naughty! What're you thinking Vik?”

“I’m thinking doing something we haven't done yet.” He teases as he holds up your jewelled buttplug. The jewel looks strikingly similar to a hexgem. Viktor's smirk widens at that realization.

Your eyes widen. Oh… Oh. He wants…

Before you can finish your thought, Jayce excitedly adds, “At once or at the same time?”

“Same time.”

You choke, lightly pounding your chest, “Can we all get on the same page? Same hole or… separate?” Jayce and Viktor look at one another and chuckle.

“Separate. For now, Don’t want to overwhelm you. It's been a while since we've had sex. Jayce, which hole would you like?”

“… Anal.”

“Oooh look at you Golden Boy. Kinkier than we thought. Wanna prep her?”

“Uh, hell yeah! Viktor lay down, babe get on top of him.” Viktor quirks a brow at the demand but follow's through, as do you. You help Viktor out of his bottoms and appreciate how hung he is. Honestly it's a bit intimidating, if you haven't gotten accustomed to his size you'd be a bit scared. Luckily for you, Jayce prepped you quite well his his mouth and fingers.

You slowly sink down onto Viktor's cock and hiss lightly, the stretch delicious but a bit painful with a dull sting. Viktor groans as his head tilts back. Jayce whines watching you two. He goes for your bottle of lube and pops the cap open, the snap of the bottle is almost deafening in the room.

Jayce warms the lube up in his hand and circles his finger around your rim. You whine a bit at the unfamiliar feeling, Viktor shushes you and kisses your temple, reaching down with a free hand to rub your clit.

Simultaneously Jayce inserts one finger. You whine louder and Viktor rubs your clit a bit faster, Jayce slowly pumps his finger in your ass. The feeling is a bit strange, but you're enjoying it.

This continues on a bit before Jayce adds more lube to his hand and adds a second finger, eventually he adds a third. You're panting at how overwhelmed your body is. All you can feel in immeasurable amounts of pleasure. Jayce then adds his cock into the equation, he slowly pushes in and Viktor rubs your clit harshly. You feel Jayce's happy-trail against you ass as he fully sheaths, and you cum.

The feeling of being stuffed, Viktor and Jayce praising you, the vigorous rubbing of your clit. You were done for.

Jayce whines, "Fuck. It's so tight. Vik, I can feel your cock against mine."

A chuckle is all you hear before a sharp thrust jolts against your hips. A precise hit to your g-spot makes you and Jayce moan loudly. Slowly the two men pick up their pace, Viktor's inside your pussy, then Jayce is inside your ass. You're never not stuffed.

Your just trapped in for the ride, panting heavily as your eyes roll to the back of your head. All you can hear are your boys' praising and degrading you at the same time.

"You're doing so good for us darling, so tight, so lovely. So perfect."

"Fuck babe, this is amazing."

"But look at how slutty you are? All these toys, these fantasies that you were going to hide from us. Turns out you aren't a good girl, you're a slut. A whore."

"Our personal slut though, Vik."

"Of course Jayce, of course."

The two men kiss as you're squished in between them. A guttural moan escapes your chest, loud and desperate, and you cum for a third time. You jolt and shake as you squirt over Viktor's cock, small splashes hitting his happy trail and lean stomach. Viktor groans against Jayce's lips as he harshly thrusts his hips into yours, getting balls deep before cumming inside you. God he's cum so much you can feel a small line escaping you and rolling down Viktor's cock onto the bed.

Jayce whines loudly and pulls away from Viktor, gripping your hips harshly as he pounds into your ass. Your moans become more and more whiny as the pitch of your voice gets higher and higher. Eventually Jayce groans deeply and cums inside your ass. He grinds his hips deeply into yours as he drags out his orgasm.

He pulls out slowly, gripping your ass as he pulls your cheeks apart. He appreciates the state he and Viktor left you in. You've flopped down onto Viktor's chest, face down ass up. You're panting as you sloppily kiss Viktor's neck and chest. Leaving more hickeys into the beautiful freckled skin.

You gasp when you feel a bit of a cold feeling enter your ass, keeping you full. You look over your shoulder and all you see in Jayce smirking at you.

"Not gonna let all my hard work go to waste, especially when Vik hasn't had the chance to feel your ass yet."

You laugh in shock.

These two men are going to kill you.

(Thank god you broke up with Cole.)

I VOLUNTER! I VOLUNTEER! *GASP*!WHO SAID THAT?! IT DEFINITELY WASN’T ME 🫣😩😏 hope y'all enjoy this PT2 xoxo ❤️

[thatonefandomweirdo]

People want a flawed female character and yet they can't even handle Poppy.

"Poppy is evil" theories here and "I wanna punt Poppy" there

So sad. Poppy is a traumatized kid who got experimented on over and over again, got contacted by the Prototype disguised as Ollie to find out every bit about her while they were both constantly being taken apart. So he could later use that against her. The Prototype lied to her, saying they would leave after The Hour of Joy, which is why she initially agreed, only to then be told after The Hour that they would stay there forever since leaving would have people know they exist. People would continue to hurt them and people would be experimented on just like they had been. And she knew he was right. She just misses her dad, Ludwig.

But because she disagreed with whatever experiments he and Harley were doing, the Prototype locks her inside that case for years where only we finally let her out.

Initially she just wants to let us leave, but after defeating two Bigger Bodies? Defeating Huggy Wuggy might have just been luck, but defeating Huggy Wuggy AND Mommy Long Legs? That's skill. So she decides we are her best bet against the Prototype.

She has decided the Prototype's way isn't the right way, but killing everyone would be better. The human orphans are important, they can still be saved. But the Prototype, she herself and any other toy needs to die so this can never happen again. She doesn't like it, but it's the only way out she sees. Otherwise, she will just continue letting toys cannibalism one another like the Prototype currently is.

But then everything goes up in flames. Suddenly everyone is dead, she only has us and Kissy. She wouldn't suspect Ollie of any potential sabotage. She has known him for over 10 years! Since before The Hour of Joy. The Prototype would never have manipulated her for that long. But he has. And he threatens her with putting her back inside a prison she cannot escape from. So she runs, because she is still a scared little girl that has been trying to put on a brave face

You can disagree with her actions, but it's not like she had no reasons to do them. All the kids we met were put through the ringer and trying to act like Poppy is some evil bitch rather than a scared little girl when the game has shown the lengths these kids go to time and time again? That's missing the point

[randomshyperson]

Best (Girl)Friends - Wanda Maximoff x Rogers!Reader

Summary: Wanda sympathizes with your willpower. 70 years on ice is a long time to wait for an intimate touch. And being the good friend that she is, Wanda offers you some help.

Warnings: (+18), some vague plot, smut with virginity loss, Rogers!Reader following all Wanda’s wishes, power bottom!Wanda, kissing, friends to lovers, mutual pining, explicit consent but Wanda being a tease and a bit possessive. | Words: 4.893k

A/-N-> I’m pretty sure this was a request, but I couldn’t find it anywhere. 

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Shield acted as if they won the lottery.

In a way, it felt like that. Two Rogers siblings found on the same day would probably yield some promotions within the teams responsible, and a nice image bonus with the US government. 

But while Captain America was found in a negative temperature on the other side of the planet, his sister destroyed an entire building with her sudden appearance inside a blue explosion a few hours later.

In your defense, you had no idea what was about to happen. 

One minute, you were inside a Howard Stark-designed marine suit at the bottom of the ocean. But in Shield's defense, you were disobeying the orders of your director, that is, Margaret Carter on the phone, who five minutes earlier insisted that she would not risk losing another Rogers and that reaching the cube was not worth the risk to your safety, but you still put on the prototype underwater suit and dived in search of the item, which, to you, was the key to finding your brother.

You were right, in a way. Touching the cube with the determined idea that you would like to see Steve again really worked. The problem was how it happened. 

The explosion was all around you, and you saw nothing but the beam of blue light that forced you to close your eyes. One moment you were deep in the sea, and the next you were in the middle of one of the Shield Secret Bases, a thousand of bricks flying around with the force of the explosion.

Your presence in the secret room of Project PEGASUS caused Shield to be on high alert, and a dozen rifles to be pointed in your face.

But it was all cleared up in no time and ended with your figure handcuffed on the seat of a government Jet on its way to New York.

Unlike Steve, you were awake. And not the least bit in the mood to follow Nick Fury's theatrical demands.

"That's to avoid shock, Miss Rogers-"

"Absolutely not, Nicholas." You cut him off impatiently, your hands-free since Shield had clarified exactly who you were. "The first thing I'm saying to my brother won't be a lie."

Nick sighed. "I understand it's a delicate situation, Miss, but Captain Rogers has been frozen for too long. An innocent fantasy is meant to lessen the shock of the truth."

You skirted Nick without caring about the speech. "There's no way to lighten news like this one. We're both in the future, for Chris’s sake! That it's absurd enough. No more lies, and let me see my brother for once. You have no idea how long I've been waiting for that." 

Fury didn't have the heart to insist, not only because he had another supersoldier getting him out of the way, but because of the emotion in your voice. He waved in dismissal to any soldier more curious about your determined walk, and no one interfered as you made your way to the room where they placed your brother.

Shield had begun to create a scenario around him that made you chuckle in irony. You dismissed the agent posing as a nurse with a look, and Nick allowed you to be alone in the room, and without wasting any time, you made your way to the bed.

Steve looked the same as he did the day he disappeared, and you felt a sob break in your throat. Maybe the sound woke him up.

He opened confused eyes at you, and unlike him, you had aged a lot since the last time he had seen you when you were still a child. 

"Hey, Stevie." Your greeting came hoarsely, laden with emotion. Steve took a moment to recognize you.

"Y/N?" He asked, tense and startled. You could almost see the gears of his brain working, the way he tried to recognize his surroundings as well. "God, how long have I...?"

"Longer than you can imagine, big brother. Much longer." You replied before hugging him tightly. 

This must have been the last entirely friendly interaction you had with your brother, a reunion bittersweet for its peculiarities that was unable to conciliate years of differences between the two of you. Nor did the ice erase your hurt over Steve sending you away from the war when your parents passed away, or make you forget the years of training and working for Shield in search of him once you were back in Brooklyn. Nor did it change Steve's view of how he wanted to protect and keep out of trouble - which included superhero work - his younger sister who he had vowed to take care of.

But it was indeed an undeniable amusement to the rest of the team that the personalities of the Rogers siblings were so blatantly different, and it caused some apprehension every time Steve had to witness you leaving the tower in some sports car borrowed from Tony Stark while dressed in leather jackets borrowed from Natasha Romanoff.

The apex that you were entirely corrupted for all that he expected from a proper 1950s girl came in the addition of a certain angry witch to the team a while later.

Of course, the close age - if one ignores the years between the time jump and your arrival - you and Wanda had made your friendship an inevitability. But this doesn't mean that witnessing your clear crush on the new Avenger wasn't giving your older brother a headache.

Natasha thinks he deserved some credit. Considering he was a white man from the 1950s who was frozen before appearing in a new century, Steve was pretty open-minded. She was pretty sure this was due to the closet years of keeping a secret crush on his best friend, but she wouldn't be mean enough to torment Steve with that. 

And besides this, you were also getting used to the new century. And with the possibility of being able to have feelings for Wanda in an open and free way, so different from the world you lived in before.

The witch, on the other hand, had the greatest of fun tormenting you as much as she could while she waited for you to be ready.

And these teases came at every opportunity Wanda could take, from summer days at the tower pool where she had an excuse to wear bikinis around you and make a complete mess of you with the "friendly cuddling" which is how she came to justify the fact that your room was hers now and that there was nothing more platonical than sleeping cuddled up to your best friend.

With each passing moment, you grew comfortable and certain in your own feelings, parallel to which you became more confident in your powers and Wanda began to feel that the tables were turning on her every time a tickle war ended with you using your super-strength to pin her to the bed or you could effortlessly carry her away from a training session or conflict.

It didn't take long for the situation to become unbearable - Wanda was sure she would combust in the next cuddling session if she felt your body against hers again without that leading to what she really wanted, so now she had to take drastic action.

Communication was always the key to everything.

"Have you ever had sex?"

Your cell phone fell hard on your face. Wanda giggled at the mirror reflection: she was on her back brushing her hair and stealing glances at your figure lying on the bed, still learning to use the current technology but definitely loving the whole thing.

Snorting in embarrassment, you pushed the electronic device down onto the mattress and massaged your sore face. "I'm beginning to think you enjoy seeing me like this."

"What do you mean?" She asks innocently, turning her attention to the ring drawer. 

"Disconcerted."

Wanda chuckles mischievously, running her fingers through the options and trying to decide between the items as you stare at the ceiling. "I know you're like 100 years old, but won’t you tell me that it never happened? Not even when you became a hottie super soldier?"

You grunted in shame, covering your face with your arm. Wanda giggled again, this time putting on one of the silver rings. You were too far away to notice how her fingers were slightly trembling, giving away how she was equally affected by the conversation. But unlike you, Wanda knew how to keep it cool very well.

"Wandaaa." You grumbled, and she almost dropped the subject when you added. "No."

"No, what?"

With a sigh, you removed your arm from in front of your face but didn't risk looking at her. "Back then...I just, I didn't have the courage I guess. You know, girls were supposed to be virgins to marry, in theory. And well, I wasn't going to marry anyone because I was too busy working. And when I got into the army, the vast majority of the guys I knew started looking at me with contempt and indignation, and then came the serum I just...didn't know how to handle the attention."

Wanda spun the stool she was sitting on toward you, listening closely to your words. 

You sighed shyly. "I mean I had opportunities, but I just didn't feel comfortable following them. I wanted... to be with someone who liked me. Not the super serum, you know? Most people were only talking to me because of it. They hoped to gain some kind of benefit from meeting the American Soldier. I don't know, maybe it's just me trying not to sound so... cowardly."

Wanda stood up with a sigh, and you swallowed dryly, keeping your gaze on the ceiling until her face appear in your field of vision.

"Detka, you are literally the bravest person I know." Reminded the witch, bringing a small smile to you. "And there's nothing wrong with not being ready, or waiting for the right person. Sex is intimate, it makes sense that you want it to happen with someone you like and who likes you back."

"Thank you for being understanding." You muttered, swallowing dryly when instead of returning to her previous activities, Wanda sat down on the bed next to you. With a sigh and shifting your gaze to the ceiling again, you ventured, "Have you?"

Wanda's teasing giggle brought a deep color to your face. "Have I what?"

Snorting, you retorted, "Come on, you're the one who brought this up."

Wanda pinched you gently on the belly, smiling at your complaint. “A few times, actually.'"

It made no sense at all to feel jealous of a time you didn't even know her, and that you were somehow in the past, but still, a bitter burn filled your stomach. Wanda, the telepath that she was, seemed to know exactly what you were thinking, and without caring whether it would make your heart stop or not, approached you to use your torso as her personal pillow. With two legs on which side of your hips, she stared down at you.

"But it was nothing outstanding." She began, using her fingertips to wander all the exposed skin of your neck and shoulders through your pajamas and having the best time in the world in watching every single hair of you shiver. "I kept making the same mistake in settling down for mediocre sex. No real feelings, no passion, much less love. Always end up frustrated and having to finish the job alone."

You frowned in confusion. "Alone...?" But it only took one look from Wanda for you to understand what she meant and choke, your face pink again. The younger girl giggled, leaning her elbow on you to rest her chin on her own hand and take a closer look. 

"Eyes on me, baby." She asked, hoping you would overcome your own shyness to do so. When you follow her request, Wanda was ready to risk everything. "You know I love you, don't you?"

You sighed, nodding. "I love you too, Wanda." Your confession was huskier than hers, and she had to ignore the sincerity of what that really meant in order to stay focused on that afternoon's goal. "Kind of the essential thing on the best friend package, isn't it?"

Wanda chuckled, rolling her eyes. 

Of course, you would make a joke to lessen the intensity of the moment, if she was nervous in all her confident glory, she could have sympathy for you, who was literally having to deal with your long-time crush practicing lying over you.

"Friends help each other, don't they? Especially best friends." She retorted, and you frowned in confusion.

"Yeah, I guess… why, did something happen?" Before your confusion could turn to worry entirely and you could finish the movement of getting up, Wanda pressed her hands on your shoulders and pushed you back on the mattress.  "Hey." You chuckled puzzledly, but the laughter died into an affected sigh when Wanda simply shifted in your lap completely, in a very non-platonic way.  "Right, whatever makes you comfortable." You mutter, very aware of the heat radiating from the girl's body on top of you, who just chuckled mischievously at your shyness.

"Relax, dorogoya." Wanda reasserted in a low, dangerously seductive voice. Her hands were on your shoulders still, rubbing your loose pajamas and somehow pushing them down to the limits, exposing as much skin as Wanda could manage. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to...but I also need you to tell me exactly what you wanna do and how ready for me you are."

Your throat went dry, and Wanda's dilated pupils were not helping the words to form. She bit her lip, seeming to have the best time with your clumsiness.

"I-I... god, Wanda..." You gasped and she leaned in completely until her breath was hitting your cheek.

"How about a kiss? Don't tell me you never got one?" She mocked and you had to chuckle dryly.

"You can be quite an ass, Maximoff." You murmured with your eyes closed, risking moving your hands to her thighs around your hips, the action making you both hold your breaths for a second. "I've kissed before."

"Hmm, I see." She hits back, deviating from the original path and letting her mouth tease your jaw, feeling your hands squeeze her thighs gently with every kiss across your skin. What Wanda wouldn't do to see you lose control...

"I like kissing." You confess hoarsely, mostly because she’s making you so nervous that the words are simply spilling. You kept your eyes closed and your neck stretched to give her more room to don’t stop. Aware of your words, Wanda hums again as she keeps depositing chaste kisses on your collarbone. "I like...kissing girls."

It should be a heartfelt confession, one that Wanda theoretically knew about but that you've never put into words before. But suddenly, Wanda bit down on you, hard enough for you to grunt in pain, opening your eyes. She grabs your cheeks with one hand, a hot fury in her eyes that makes you shudder.

"Rule number one, don't talk about other girls when you have one on top of you."

You open your mouth like a fish, babbling nonsense for enough time for Wanda to make a motion of leaving. But that makes you react. "I didn't mean to upset you!" You try quickly, hands moving on an instinct to hold her by the waist on top of you. Wanda has to bite her lips hard to keep from letting out a much more submissive sound than she would like when you just squeeze her firmly to keep her there. "Wanda, please forgive me! I-you caught me off guard, alright? I’m nervous… We’re friends and suddenly… you’re so close and I’m talking nonsense! Please, just… tell me what you want to hear.”

She huffs impatiently, crossing her arms and turning her face away as you sigh in defeat. Wanda wants to be annoyed, but you're so lovely when you lean your face into her, trying to ease her anger with chaste kisses on her cheeks and neck until you manage to get from her a stubborn smile. She has no choice but to uncross her arms to slide her hands up your shoulders, wrapping herself around your body again. 

She feels you smile and relax completely, the kisses getting firmer on her neck until they tickle and elicit a husky giggle from her. Still, Wanda settles a hand in your hair, and the slight tug to bring your faces close together again draws a deep sigh from you.

"I don't want to hear about other girls, detka. This is your last warning." She says seriously with eyes glowing red for a moment. Wanda had hoped to have a direct effect, but to her surprise, a teasing smirk began to form on your lips.

"Wow, you're totally jealous." You accused and she grimaced, trying to pull away once more. But that only made you burst out into a teasing giggle, while your strong arms wrapped around her torso, bringing her back to you effortlessly while keeping her locked into you. Wanda was clearly aware of how shaky her legs were with the motion, and trying to walk away again would only result in her falling to the ground. "Wanda, darling, the girls I kissed must be a hundred years old by now."

Reluctantly and with a rosy tinge in her cheeks, she mutters, "Honestly, I was hoping to be your first."  Her confession makes you rise your eyebrows in surprise, only to smile fondly next. Your hands moved again, caressing her back in an attempt to relax her as well. 

"Hey, look at me." You call out gently, waiting for the girl's stubbornness to subside with the help of your caresses. Wanda has a stronger color on her face when she finally raises her eyes to you again. "I didn't imagine this was anything of relevance to you. But I haven't lied before, I've never been with someone intimately. If you still want to, you can be my first... everything else."

She twitches her nose softly. "You’re making it sound like it’s a favor for me. I only want to... if you do too." She retorts with a certain determination in her gaze, and though you feel your cheeks burn with the ultimatum, you nod foolishly before breaking the distance.

It catches Wanda by surprise, the sudden kiss, and you're despairing when she doesn't respond immediately, pulling away at the same speed you approached. "Sorry." You say mortified and breathless, your lips tingling. "I like you, Wan. I really do. I just thought you should know before..."

She places a finger over yours, shushing your nervous anticipation. Her free hand goes to your cheek and Wanda pulls you close again, her eyes darkening in a way that makes you shiver entirely.

"Like I said before, just relax, baby. Stop overthinking." She whispers before she firms her mouth over yours. It's a sensual, intense kiss unlike any you've ever received. Wanda seems determined to drive you to complete insanity. She kisses you unhurried, waiting for permission to slide her tongue into yours, and giving you no room to breathe properly, head spinning with those new yet so familiar needy feelings. She kisses and kisses you until you're restless beneath her, your body burning and your hands curious testing limits that she doesn’t impose, only encourages you to break. Her taste and smell intoxicate your every sense, the feel of her body molded to yours, teasing your reactions and almost making you lose control of your strength. The tight squeeze you give her when she sucks your tongue earns a whimper from her that sticks and echoes in your mind, making you dizzy with lust. When she finally breaks the kiss to breathe, her lips are swollen like yours, and her pupils are so dilated that there is no green left in them. Your face burns for the matching fire you find in her gaze.

You are unable to find any words to describe this moment, so you only stare at her, blushing over the smirk that starts to form on her lips once she catches the adoring look you’re giving her.

Licking your lips to try to gain some focus, you dare to ask: “Was it…good?” You would have added “Did you like” or “Was I enough” if Wanda didn't break into a giggle that shut you entirely, your cheeks burning. Before the shame could surface, she grabbed your cheeks again. “You’re too cute, darling.” She says, kissing you again more quickly than before. Her hands move to yours then, intertwining your fingers together to drag them on her thighs, down, and then back up, this time under her skirt. Your heart stopped, and Wanda turned her dark eyes back to yours, her voice so low you wouldn't have heard it if you weren't so close. “Don’t be shy, see for yourself how much I like kissing you.” She whispers darkly.

When she kisses you again, her hands guide you under her skirt until you're in her front. The mere contact of your fingers with the wet spot on her panties makes you groan and break the kiss, needing a moment to just take a breath and calm your nerves. Wanda doesn't wait long, releasing your hands to move hers to your shoulders, needing firm support now that you're so close to where she needs it so badly. She gasps in surprise when your hand gives a quick tug that rips her panties off at once, a wave of new wetness running down her thighs in the same second.

You don't say anything about it, just turns your face to kiss her again, the same way she did before, and somehow even dirtier and more sexual, drawing gasps with every flick of your tongue against hers.

Because Wanda's your best friend, she wants to taunt you - tease you about being better at this than you let on, but all the words fall away at once when your fingers fill her in one go. All Wanda can do is moan, choking on the kiss as she feels you slide into her with such ease. 

"Fuck, detka." She moans with her eyes tightly closed, just as she pulls away to breathe. Your response is to just continue your movements, in and out of her without haste, feeling every mention of her warm walls squeezing your fingers. Wanda is burning on top of you and the sound of her drenched pleasure echoes low. You hum contentedly, nipping at her neck as she can no longer match the kiss, so close to her own climax. Your hand adjusts, increasing its reach, and when your thumb gives her clit the attention it needs, Wanda lets out an affected squeal. "W-wanna cum, baby. Please!"

You bite back a smile, surprised and impressed by the question hidden in the statement. You adjust to face her and wait for Wanda to feel the change to look at you too. The dark, lust-filled pupils leave you breathless.

"You can cum, sweetheart, you don't even have to ask." You assure her softly, never stopping your movements inside her. "I'm here to please you." You whisper, and it's enough for Wanda to break into an affected moan, hips thrusting helplessly against your hand until she arches her back and lets out the longest, dirtiest moan you've ever heard. 

Her eyes flutter shut as she rides her high on your soaked hand, until she finally opens scarlet pupils for you, a long groan leaving her lips as the last sensations of the best orgasm she ever had fade away.

Wanda turns her full attention to you in the next second, stealing quick but intense kisses until a husky giggle leaves her lips and tickles yours.

"You're too good at this for your own good." She prompts, and the compliment takes a heartfelt giggle from you. You try to relax under her gaze but Wanda's dilated eyes have a different twinkle as she holds your cheeks more firmly. "I think I want to keep you all to myself. Without sharing with anybody else. What do you say, baby?"

You swallow dry, suddenly quite vulnerable "H-hm, like... dating?" You retort in a weak tone of voice because you need to confirm and well the idea that someone as unbelievably awesome as Wanda Maximoff is actually asking for exclusivity with you seems too freaking surreal not to confirm. As many times as necessary.

Wanda giggles mischievously, settling herself on top of your fingers that never left her and sighing as she feels you even deeper than before. "Yeah, just like that." She moans, and you're not sure if she's answering your question or guiding you through the motions, but you get the impression that the answer goes both ways. 

It's not like you will contradict your new girlfriend any further.

Before Wanda could indulge in the sensation again, however, she stopped you with a gentle grip on your wrist. Raising curious eyes to the breathless flushed girl on top of you, your first reaction was to check if you had done something wrong, and by god, hurt her. But Wanda bit back a smile, her other hand going down to your belt.

"We're overdressed, honey." She whispered against your lips, red sparkles playing with the edge of your shirts, teasing them upward. " Strip."

Moaning low against her mouth, Wanda almost didn't let you pull away. In record time, your clothes were off and so were hers, between stolen panting kisses you fell to the mattress again, curious hands urging together.

Wanda pinned you beneath her with no effort despite your super strength, and feeling her naked against your skin drove you to the brink of insanity. She swallowed each moan with her mouth, appreciating the increasingly needy sounds as she fit against your hips, and began to move hers.

Soon, the friction became unbearably arousing and you had to clutch at the sheet, and the headboard. A hot, tight knot at the tip of your stomach left you breathless, every movement of Wanda's hips into yours, the perfect fit between your cunts was enough to make you choke. 

You practically meowed when she got the rhythm right. "O-oh god Wanda! T-there's something... fuck, I can't-"

"I know baby, just let go for me." She panted, her hands clenching the sheet on either side of your head, her hips frantic against yours. "Fuck, you feel amazing" She moans a confession, smiling satisfied at your expression of pure bliss beneath her.

Suddenly the knot bursts, and you're blinded by the pleasure of your first orgasm for a full moment. The headboard snaps in your left hand and Wanda cums in a loud, animalistic moan, spilling herself down on you before collapsing heavily onto your torso, your panting breaths mingling like your juices.

You try to recover together from the intensity of the climax, your hand finding her back on instinct to stroke her as Wanda nestles closer against you, an exhausted, satisfied smile on her lips.

She barely had a chance to lift her face to kiss you when the bedroom door suddenly opened.

"Kid, is everything all right in here I heard something breaking-'" 

You nearly knocked Wanda off the bed in an attempt to cover the two of you with the comforter - and the mattress lost a few springs in the process.

The two Avengers who'd entered the room covered their faces with their hands, but unlike your brother, Natasha was holding back her laughter.

"I'm sorry. We... I... you-"

"Come on Captain, we're leaving." Natasha cut Steve off with a pat on the shoulder, leading the way backward. "Sorry girls, lock the door next time. And well, use protection!" She burst out laughing, ignoring the embarrassed grumbles from you and Wanda, and closing the door.

With the safety of a locked door, you hid your face in your pillow.

"Great, the best day of my life might be ruined because my brother is going to have a stroke."  You grumbled, getting a hearty laugh from the other.

Wanda adjusted herself, stroking your hair until you looked at her again. "Best day of your life, huh? I'm flattered." She teases, smiling at the red that appears on your cheeks.

"As if you weren't cocky enough." You retort in the same tone, adjusting to hold her by the waist and pull her to you, getting on top now. Wanda sighs softly, even warmer with the addition of the blanket now, she finds it kind of hard to concentrate, much more talk. "Thank you, Wands."

Your line surprises her. "For what?"

"For being my first time." You clarify with a shrug, though your gaze was intense. "I've always wanted it to be with someone special, someone I like and trust. And there's no one I love more than you."

Wanda kisses you because she doesn't want to be the type to cry during sex, and she's pretty sure she would. You don't mind, she transmits the feeling through action and well, there are other things you're dying to do other than talk.

There will be time for confessions later.