#narcissistic reader is peak

[miyuuuki]

Craving me some Yandere x Narcissist! Reader rn. Imagine a Yandere being so obsessed with you, so inlove with how you know how precious and absolutely gorgeous you are. Them showering praises on you and you sucking it up but responding with a simple “I know.”

[kaeyeahsworld]

The Right Choice

content warning: mild abusive relationship, thoughts of cheating (but none actually) scumbag ex, mild violence, regret, big dick toji, eating out, female reader, fingering, orgasm, 18+, angst bcs I love writing it.

A/N: another tattoo artist Toji brain rot. Not proof read or edited pls don’t come after me, come after or for toji which ever works for u :D

It had been an entire year of your scumbag boyfriend setting up his own tattoo parlour right along side Toji’s.

Although in the initial days, your boyfriend’s place had done better compared to Toji’s simply because he was loud and obnoxious enough about his work, but when ultimately it came to finesse in the art Toji remained undefeated.

Toji’s calm but awkward manner with the clients made him an instant favourite in stark contrast to your boyfriend who only cared about the bucks.

With the tattoo parlours being almost beside each other, you often bumped into him. The first few times were just awkward but prolonged eye contacts, that went ahead to subtle smiles and Toji’s crinkling eyes, which at last proceeded to an awkward conversation.

“I see you around a lot. You work here?” He somehow mustered up the courage to ask you that, praying to the saints he hadn’t come off as creepy or overbearing.

Toji could never forget the first time he had laid his eyes upon you. It was late in the night while he was closing down, when he heard some voracious laughter coming off from Zack’s parlour. On the usual, he wouldn’t give two fucks if someone was even dying on Zack’s side but when curiosity got the best of him, he turned around and glimpsed at the most beautiful woman he had ever seen in his life.

Only for the rose coloured glass to be broken when he got to know that you were dating Zack. The most narcissistic piece of douche Toji had ever come across.

He initially thought you might have been the same and somehow kept convincing himself to keep away, but none of that worked when you guys had started conversing.

You had met Zack at a concert and not knowing better started dating him and the year since then had been..well, bleak to say the least.

Zack was beyond your comprehension. He was everything you wished you were- loud, confident but the more you came closer to his world, the more distant you felt from him. The Zack that doted on you in the beginning and made out sloppily with this stinky breath was nowhere to be found these days. The Zack that was all up for late night video calls was now the same one who would leave you on delivered for 24 hours straight. Or should you say a different one. Still, you were a stubborn little one. Refusing to accept the reality of the situation.

To the add to the whole thing, was the guilt that was brought upon by your little crush on Toji. You would never cheat on your guy, but god Toji felt like he was everything you deserved and more.

His intense lingering gazes, his soft smiles, his gentle demeanour but the strength that had come with it. It gave you all the right shivers.

Ironically, the first time you guys spoke to each other was when you were trying to escape your boyfriend who was fighting with a customer about the design, when you had accidentally bumped into Toji.

Noticing the inked beauty peaking out on his forearm, you immediately realised that this was your favourite artists design.

“Excuse me?”

“Yeah” Toji looked at you, trying to not let his heart eyes show,

“Is your tattoo Miyazaki’s work?” This question genuinely surprised Toji and gosh he prayed to the heavens to warn him if this is the part where he falls head over heels for you.

“Ya know him?”

“OF COURSE I DO??” You had screamed and almost pounced on his arm to admire the man’s work.

Toji had wondered then how your eyes would light up if you got to know he had trained under the said artist.

Fast forward past a few more of “accidental” bumps into each other, and some lighthearted conversations about everything and nothing under the sun, in a few moments and both of you could sense the undeniable attraction you had felt towards each other.

But neither of you ever crossed the line. You were a woman, taken, and he was a man who respected your choices no matter how strange or..shitty.

You couldn’t help but notice how different Toji was around you and when you were together with Zack.

The kind demeanour he held was immediately replaced by indifference whenever he would see you with your boyfriend who would pass on a snarky reply just to irk the said man.

Toji could easily give Zack 2 broken legs with how big he was, but one look into your doe eyes and he couldn’t even bring himself to look in your direction except throwing a finger off to the other guy.

But nothing could keep you away from each other especially during those lonely wistful nights.

You lying in your bed with your fuck ass boyfriend wasted somewhere, fingers plunging deep into your warm cunt and a heart full of regret, guilt and most of it all, lust for Toji. Nights that went away calling out his name in small whispers imagining his large hands that would envelope you and touch in all the right ways nobody ever could. Making you see stars and kissing you through the bliss.

Toji was no better. Stroking his cock in anguish, lusting after you like a beast in heat. Your plump lips, your sexy fucking hips that he would dip kisses all over, if you were his, your luscious skin that he would worship and mark, you were going to be the death of him.

But when the nights slipped away and dawn broke and as in when in you guys bumped into each other, it was the same all over. Hidden glances and lazy longing that would never translate into something more.

Until it had.

You shouldn’t have come to the parlour today. Things had been rocky between you and Zack for a few weeks now.

He had been smoking up all the money and refusing to take even the simplest of clients just out of sheer audacity and worst of all, paid no heed to your words more than ever.

Going to the parlour, at 2 am in the night after getting a call about the ruckus your boyfriend had caused and setting the damn curtains on fire, you immediately ran over only to come across the most drunk and high Zack had ever been, amidst scattered flames.

You knew from your experience to be better than to be around him when he intoxicated but the situation at hand was not helping. If only you hadn’t invested money out of blind stupidity into his tattoo parlour, maybe you would have been spared this ordeal today.

“Drag this bastard away miss OR we are gonna call the cops on y’all” said a stranger trying to control him.

“I’m so sorry about this”

“WHO…THE FUCK..lem..me gooo you little..bitch..”

“Baby listen to me, you aren’t in the right mind let’s get out of here..”

Zack had always been rough with you but never violent but it seemed like that was about to change tonight, when he grabbed you by your shirt collar and harshly dragged you towards him.

”ZACK! LET..ME GO!”

“Fuck youu..you” but before he could bring his face towards you, came a dangerous hit that probably bore into the drunkard’s skull.

“Hands away you sick fuck.” said the seething voice.

It was Toji. More than the pain, all you could think about was the relief that had washed over you on seeing Toji’ eyes that were ablaze with fury.

Before you could even say anything, he grabbed your wrist towards his motorbike and plopping helmets on both of you, drove away to your address.

He drove like the man he was at the moment- fast, angry and menacing. You clutched onto his waist for you dear life and that was the only thing, that calmed Toji a little bit.

You were here, he was here with you and you were safe and that was all he needed.

But in the half an hour that he drove both of you in utter silence, the events of the night slowly came crashing back to you.

Longing that turned into regret and that had now taken its ugly form of shame. Shame for who you were and who you had chosen to be with.

Sensing your hasty breaths on his back, Toji slowly parked his bike near the sea shore.

Even with unbearable longing like his, Toji had made it a point to never touch you. He would only do that when you were his completely mind, body and soul.

Tonight was the first time and he didn’t like it. You couldn’t even bring yourself to face Toji and when he slowly grabbed your chin to look at him, the sight before him tore his heart apart.

Tears welled up in your eyes and dripped down your soft cheeks like pearls, if Toji was a god he would be raging a war by now. But he was a mere mortal and all he could do was engulf you into him. Arms all around, caging you and protecting you, while you stained his jacket with your sobbing.

After the night had passed and somehow returning to your apartment with his help, you didn’t leave the confines of it for almost 2 weeks. Except for the occasional knocks from the said man or a get well soon bouquet, he had not spoken a word more to you, just as you hadn’t.

Both of you knew it was your decision in the end.

Almost as a sign, you got the news from your friends that Zack had ran away the same night as the police tried to catch a hold of him. Nobody knew where to and neither of them cared enough to find out.

The last checkpoint was having a conversation with Toji.

As you slowly approached his parlour, the ever so familiar but distant end of the tattoo street, one end of which was burnt ashes and the other end bustling with less customers compared to the usual, you awkwardly knocked on the clean glass door.

“Here inside” said Toji’s low baritone from the room within, as you noticed him deeply zoned in into his work on an old man and mistaking you for a customer.

You decided to wait outside in the waiting hall. It felt only right. It was only right to apologise for whatever had happened.

He had waited for you so patiently always, a steady wall that you had come to lean on unknowingly through the past few months and he never once asked anything in return. You loved him and you would wait for him just as long.

After being done and billing up the customer half an hour later, Toji peeked into the waiting hall to see who had checked in while he was working when his heart raced at the sight.

Here you were, in a soft white dress that had flown gently till your knees and straps falling agonisingly over your shoulder, looking like the sweetest angel and not to forget, with a small flower in hand. A delicate little rose and upon seeing Toji in all his black top and pants glory your heart welled up just as much as.

“Toji…I didn’t want to disturb you..so”

“You should have. You can always disturb me you know that right?”

He wanted to hug her. Touch her face, kiss her locks and smooch her lips. His restraint was a tight string waiting to break.

“Why are you here, Y/N?” His voice came off tighter than usual. With tears in your eyes and slowly offering him the small flower you found on your way here, you asked him

“Toji, can I get a tattoo?”

This took him by surprise. He didn’t know what he was expecting but tattooing you was definitely last on his list. Heaving a sigh, he gently took your fingers and the flower and moved you into the room with all his equipment.

Nobody had given him flowers before. The simple gesture had set in an ache for your being that he couldn’t ever define even if he wanted to.

If you wanted to do it his way, so be it.

“Where do you want your tattoo miss? Based on that I can tell you how painful—“

“My lower back”

“What—“ before he could even say anything, you were stripping down from your dress, locking the door while Toji’s mind was reeling.

2 weeks you had disappeared and now you were here in front of him , half naked.

“You favourite work of Miyazaki. Can you ink it on me Toji?” Of course he would. He could never say no to you. Not when you looked so sweet, sitting right in his chair looking up at him with heart eyes. Legs on display all for him. In nothing but soft lace panties.

“Fuck…darling, what are you doing to me..” he said as he slowly grabbed a delicate stencil of one of his favourite art, a pattern of the moon, the cherry blossoms and a ripple through it all.

Toji was an excellent artist but he never had to work with a raging boner before. His pants were bursting to the sight in front of him, you in a relaxed state ready to be marked. Almost a dream.

“Are you sure baby?”

“Yes. But one thing before that.”

“Hm?”

“Can you kiss me Toji?”

That was the last straw and before you could even say anything, Toji was at your lips, grabbing you by the back of your head and devouring you. You deserved slow and gentle and Toji swore to himself he would take all his time with you, but not at this moment.

Months worth of pent up lust and more so, love and the result of it, was kisses that took your breath away. Nipping away at your lower lip gently, as you opened your mouth he plunged his warm tongue into you, making you moan in ecstacy.

“Hmpph— To..jii..hm!” “Gosh baby do you know how many times I have dreamt of doing this to you huh? Your luscious fucking lips that you keep tinting up with that gloss..fuck..”

Littering kisses all around your neck, under your ears, licking across your collar bones, your whimpers were honey to his ears. Slowly wrapping your hands around his nape, you whispered to his lips

“Take me Toji. Make me yours, please.”

That was all you had to say.

Kissing you harder than ever, Toji grabbed your waist. “Turned around for me baby. Let me take care of you” with your back arching and on all fours on his chair, he ripped at your panties. You were a dripping mess and Toji was so close to coming in his pants like a fucking teenager.

“Toji..wait…it’s messy down there..stop—“

“Tell me girl. Did that fucker ever eat you out?” He asked venomously, slowly slipping in a finger into your sopping hole

“No-ughmm!!- he said it was too dir..ty..” his finger was so different from yours. Long and thick. If a finger alone was so delicious, you were sure you woud go crazy once his cock was in you.

“Proved himself to be a fucking moron once again. Well, you are all mine now. So let me treat your delicious cunt the right way baby yea?”

“Hmm—ahh!!” Dipping his face into your wet folds and antogonizingly licking up along them, eating you out from the back was Toji’s personal heaven. His nose bumping right into your sensitive clit and making you wetter by the second and now 2 of his fingers in your cunt, prodding you in all the right places sending shudders down your spine.

“Ride my face baby. Find your rhythm and make yourself feel good” Toji said and as he literally sucked and slurped at your folds and clit like a man starved. Spitting and licking and slightly pinching on your clit, in a few minutes, you were seeing stars that would normally take you so long.

“I’m cominggg Toji—!!!” Crying out and slumping over the chair.

Toji couldn’t get enough of you though. Marking you all over your back, letting red bruises blossom like petals, leaving you a sputtering mess.

He needed more. He needed you to cry his name out. Turning you around, he latched his lips onto your breast this time with a finger brushing on your clit lightly.

The wet muscle languidly brushing over your sensitive buds, teasing and biting and soothing it up again, you were so lost in pleasure, sure you would come from his attention to your breast alone.

“Faster toji..please..” “On your clit baby? Like this?” His gentle brushes had now turned into precise strokes and never in recent times had your dreamt of coming twice so quickly.

“Ahh!! Fuck!! Just like….that..I can’t! M gonna——cum..”

“Come for me good girl, let it all out… there ya go” and with the knot uncoiling, you came harder than ever.

“Such a good fucking girl for me” he whispered sinfully as he locked your lips in a gentle peck, making you ride out your high.

Little did Toji know that his sweet girl was minx in bed, all ready with her cunt clenching around for his cock. And he was all ready to give her the entire world, and of course his cock too.

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A/N: everytime I wrote Zack my brain kept going ‘gongaga’ send help.

A/N: just edited it a lil bit I’m so sorry for the all the typos 😭

[yikimiki]

>> bones and ashes

⚔️ sukuna x fem!reader | warnings for: violence, mentions of death, possessiveness (sukuna is as evil as they come so basically every red flag under the sun), non-con that turns into dub-con (Stockholm syndrome), mentions of virginity loss, anatomically impossible size difference (if u know what I mean), blood play, etc | around 5-6k words | also important to note that I absolutely assassinated the canon lore in some points but bare with me

Sukuna doesn’t really have the ability to love. But he thinks he gets close enough when it comes to you. Of course, in his own twisted, macabre way.

Sukuna isn’t familiar to the concept of fondness, let alone anything more profound or meaningful than that. He knows want, desire, possession, curiosity even. But none of those feelings have ever tilted towards the side of affection, nor does he want them to. They’re all narcissistic pulses that keep pushing him forward — towards more power, more control, more of what he can become. He’s not even fond of his own abilities. Arrogant? Perhaps, but not fond. He can’t be fond of something he knows is not at its peak yet, that would just be weakness.

And Sukuna is everything but weak.

He sees you in a cold winter morning and he does what he knows best: he takes. Takes your pride, your virginity, your blood. Takes you like he took the lives of the rest of your village, paints your skin red and watches as the tears wash it away. Sukuna takes and takes until you have nothing left to give, just like he has done countless times before and yet… this time, something switches.

This time, he decides to let you live. Trapped in a dark cell, of course, but alive regardless.

The days move slowly, and you learn to mark their passing by the loud, clanking sound of a metal dish being thrown through a cracked door. The food is mostly raw meet and, after a few days of disgust, you cave in and eat a little of it. Not enough to be satisfied, not even close, but enough to keep you alive for at least a few hours longer.

Sukuna comes by in irregular intervals, and you soon give up on trying to find a pattern in his visits. You know it’s him from the way the door creaks open even further to accommodate his size, and you watch as his large shadow observes your movements for a moment before he kicks the disgusting plate towards you. Most of time time he’s there, you force yourself to eat, afraid of what should come if you turn down his unspoken commands. Once he seems satisfied, he exits without a word.

There is one single advantage in being in a windowless, isolated cell: you can’t hear what goes on up there. You’ve heard enough the day that Sukuna came to your village — the shattering screams, the pleads for mercy, the babies crying, the sound of wood and bone breaking almost too similar to differentiate. You saw creatures beyond your realm and heard awful whispers and threats; held you family as they died and gave up as the snow beneath your hands became as red as the burning sky above. And you know enough about Sukuna’s legend to be aware that it wasn’t an isolated incident.

When evil incarnate arrives, there’s not much you can do but surrender.

Though, when it comes to the legends, you thought that his palace was more of a manner of speak than an actual location. Once again, though, you’ve heard enough legends to know when to stop inquiring about the details.

Sukuna comes in after a week with a plan and a cloud of amusement over his head — frankly, given the state you were in, he thought you would be dead by now. Your stubborn hold on life is as impressive as it is pathetic.

“You looked so small when I first saw you,” his thunderous voice breaks the silence. There’s no food in his hands this time, only the fire cracking behind his form. You’re sitting down on the cold floor, back against the wall, and you don’t even bother looking up at him. “You look even smaller now.”

You don’t answer, because you don’t know what to say. Of course you’re smaller — you’re weak, starving, lacking movement and sunlight. Every muscle in your body aches and the aftertaste of dried blood never leaves your mouth. Smaller is a compliment; you wish you were just bones and ashes by now.

Sukuna takes a heavy step inside the dark chamber. “I killed everyone you’ve ever loved that day,” he says, bluntly. There’s no amusement nor sorrow in his tone — it’s a neutral statement. He lowers himself to your level and, on the corner of your eyes, you see his four arms. He is so wrong, even in a physical sense. Like the scar of something that shouldn’t even exist. “And yet… you live. Do you want to know why?”

You sneer. “I wish you’d just let me die.”

He chuckles, and one hand meets the side of your head. His fingers dig into the dirty, messy strings and pulls on the roots. There are tears on the corners of your eyes but you refuse to let him see them. “That’s exactly why you’re alive,” he says. “I knew you were ready to die when I saw you — all bloodied up, on your knees in the snow. It was quite a sight.” Sukuna’s voice is a malicious whisper as he comes even closer to you — he smells rotten. The tongue that licks up your cheek makes you want to puke. He tastes you the same way as he did on the first day, and you have no idea what he’s searching for. “Tell me, why were you so ready to give yourself to me? Most try to plead at least.”

“Plead for what? Your mercy?” The sarcasm is clear through your tone. The words you mean to say are knotted in the base of your throat and the odor Sukuna reeks is making you dizzy; making you remember everything that came before this. “I— I didn’t have anything else to live for,” you stutter. “You killed… you killed my mother, my father, my baby brother… why would I want to live without them? Why would I humiliate myself asking for mercy from a creature that clearly doesn’t have any to spare?”

Through anger, you look up at him. His eyes are flames bursting through the darkness, and they shine as your words settle on his skin. “Do you only live for love, my little dove?” He asks. “What a purposeless life you have.”

“Do you only live for hate?” You ask back before you can hold your tongue. Somewhere in your mind, you know that he’s capable of unimaginable evil, but you are beyond the point of caution. “What a purposeless legacy you’re leaving behind.”

This angers him. The corners of his mouth twists as he speaks. “You people fear me. Even the strongest of sorcerers doesn’t dare to go against me.”

“I pity you and your ridiculous need for destroying what isn’t yours,” you spit. “And I hate you for keeping me alive. I hate you for everything you’ve done to me and to the people I love. And I hate that you even dare to come here and talk to me like I’m the smaller person for daring to care about something.”

The hands on your hair tighten and he pulls your face against his. Sukuna’s forehead is a furnace against yours, his eyes burn into your soul. “You little insect, I could kill you with a snap of my fingers if I wanted to.”

Your voice shakes but you say it regardless: “Do it, then, what are you waiting for?”

“No,” his answer is more cruel than death could ever be. And he knows that. “And you know why?”

“If you are keeping me alive to have your way with me, so be it, have it,” you say. The tears are obvious now. You wonder if he can smell how fearful you really are. “Violate me like you did before, I don’t care anymore, but just don’t keep me alive just to waste me away.”

His lips are touching yours now, but you can’t pull away even if you tried. Sukuna’s chest is heaving like he’s in the middle of a battle, his voice like a roar in your ears. “Then ask. For. My Mercy.”

“I w-would n-never…”

“Ask!” It’s a loud command that crashes against you like a wave. You sink like there is no adrenaline in your body to keep you afloat; the anger that moved you before is no longer within your reach.

The truth is clear: you’re human. He’s a curse — the king of curses, older than you could ever imagine; probably even more powerful than the legends you’ve heard. His eyes say that there are fates worse than death and you believe them. And maybe, just maybe, if you play by his rules, he’ll grow tired of you and let you wither away.

“P-Please,” you are sobbing now, tears falling down like a cascade. Sukuna licks them and hums in satisfaction, watching as you break apart into a mountain of hiccups and trembling limbs. “Please just… have mercy on me. I’ll do whatever you want just — please, stop torturing me like this.”

“Aw,” he coos. “Was that so hard?”

You want to say that yes, somehow, that took everything still left in you. You want to say that if he wanted to break your spirit, congratulations, he’s done it. But you don’t get the chance.

Sukuna kisses you with the same ferocity you expected, sharp teeth crashing against yours and tongue exploring your mouth with no prior warning. He groans as he tastes you — you, the blood in your food, the salt of your tears — and suddenly it’s all that he will ever crave again. You whimper against his lips as his two lower arms crawl up your thighs and hold onto your hips, pushing you against him as he stands up and presses you against the wall. You feel more caged now than you have felt these past few days.

“Silly little human,” he raps against your lips, then licks your cheek for more of your precious tears. He realizes how much he likes to make you cry. You wince and give out a little sob, which only makes him smile. Finally, his grip on your hair loosens. “What is my name?”

You blink, dumbfounded by the sudden question. “S-Sukuna…?”

He pouts. “Say it like you mean it or I won’t be so nice.”

“Sukuna,” you say more firmly this time.

“There we go, that’s a good girl,” he says. “See how things just work better when you don’t misbehave? Hm?”

You nod. He doesn’t like it. “Y-Yes, I see, I’m sorry.”

“Very good.” The hand that was on your hair moves to hold your face, and it’s so huge that you feel like it would crush your skull with one single movement. As the other two arms hold onto your thighs, the fourth limb squeezes your breast. “Now, this is what’s going to happen, my pretty little human,” Sukuna starts, “I will have my servants take you to my chambers. You will be washed, clothed, and taken care of. They will feed you proper human food this time, whichever it is that your heart desires. How does that sound?”

Sounds like a trap. “And, in return, what do I have to do for you?”

“What do I have to do for you…?” He raises his eyebrows.

“Sukuna,” you complete.

“There’s my perfect little girl,” he says. You hate that something inside you likes the praise. “You will have to wait for me there. Do whatever you prefer, but don’t leave my room. Any attempt at escaping or killing yourself will be futile, and I’ve already warned every single curse that your death will result in a much more dire future for them. So you will be brought back to me. And I promise I won’t be so nice.”

“I understand… Sukuna,” you correct yourself quickly. It doesn’t go unnoticed.

The hand on your breast squeezes tighter, and you bite your lip so you don’t complain. “I knew I was right when I brought you here, something made me spare you. Yet, I don’t know what it is just yet.”

Sukuna is a looming threat above you, his limbs trapping you, and his deep voice is like thunder about to break. You know why so many fear him — you fear him too. And the sooner you act like it, the sooner he’ll grow tired of you. Sooner he’ll realize he was wrong in bringing you into his fortress.

He smirks. “But I believe I’ll discover soon enough.”

- ⚔️ -

Sukuna’s chambers are as spacious and monstrous as himself — corners switching and adjusting like breathing flesh; furniture morphing into different shapes; the weird odor of something old; the feeling for something lurking. The large windows show a world between worlds; a reality that doesn’t seem right no matter how long you stare at it. His palace is in a dimension you can’t reach, and you give up on trying to understand it. If anything, the more you wonder about it, the more you shake under the weight of the sheer power it must take to keep it all existing like solid matter.

Your passage of time is morphed and unreliable, but you would guess that a couple weeks have passed by the time that you come to terms that, perhaps, Sukuna isn’t as easy to bore as you first expected. The fire in his eyes doesn’t seem to diminish as he sees you — if anything, his eagerness to have you all to himself only seems to expand — and the way he takes care of you makes you realize that he isn’t planning on letting you die anytime soon.

Life in his chambers is far more comfortable, you admit, but it’s a prison nonetheless. Still, you can’t say that you are mistreated. In his chambers, you are bathed and clothed, well-fed and pampered. You soon come back to your normal weight and the fatigue leaves your body; there is more space to move, more things to do. The curses that come to check on you seem to be strangely kind and human-like, though you know it’s out of fear and not out of worry, and they keep your mind occupied with several stories and legends as the days move on.

Sukuna is more absent than you would have imagined, conquering and killing as often as he can. When he finally comes to you he is clean, recently bathed, but you can still see he is fresh from a battle, some mindless corruption beyond the horizon that you would rather hear nothing about. There are shallow scars and deep cuts that heal unreasonably quickly; dried blood that hasn’t quite washed away and ashes beneath his fingernails.

You ask whose village he has attacked this time, but he says it doesn’t matter, because there are no survivors.

“I never leave any survivors,” he completes, kissing your forehead, “besides you, my little human.”

You don’t push beyond that information, but the feeling of being special, chosen, starts to blossom like a dangerous rose inside your chest. It stings and stings, but grows regardless, and you see yourself less able to fight against his possessive claims. You start to enjoy them. You start to wonder if life beyond those walls is worth fighting for when you seem to have everything you would ever wish for right here.

You can always tell when Sukuna is about to arrive in this world because the atmosphere switches into something darker, heavier. The air seems thicker and the clouds beyond your windows start to bleed into a deep shade of red. Sukuna returns with the apocalypse on his back, and, when he does, he uses your body as he pleases.

Like the room around you, there is constant change. Sometimes it hurts like hell; sometimes it’s pleasurable. Sometimes you wish it would just end and you end up crying in despair; sometimes you look at him like you might get used to feeling him inside of you. Some days, Sukuna is kinder, more patient, taking time to adjust you to his enormous size and even makes sure that you enjoy it before reaching his end; fucking you full of his cum until you can’t think of one single thing besides him. Other days, you know he is angry just by the way he walks through the door — and, in those days, you are left bleeding and bruised as he uses your body in every single way until he’s close enough to satisfied. That, on itself, can take a long, long time.

You realize that, during those violent days, he could use one of his curses to please himself, but he prefers to use you — because you bleed, you cry, and you suffer. As long as your pain exists, his interest is unwavering.

However, like everything else, you adapt, get used to it. Routine becomes familiar and you learn the tell-tale signs of his rancid mood; learn how to make it a little better and what things to avoid. You stop thinking about getting away — you don’t even have anywhere else to go — and start longing for his presence as he takes more time to come back home. Sukuna is warm, safe; next to him you know you are shielded from any harm. When he appears, no one dares to look or touch you, no one speaks until they are spoken to. Just by being in his gravitational pull, you are protected and no harm will ever come your way again.

Even if it hurts, you start hoping that he won’t get tired of you.

Sukuna, on the other hand, isn’t quite sure how he feels about it all.

It’s not love — he has gone over that one a few hundred times already, has marked off every possible scenario and imagined every possible feeling, and he is sure it isn’t love. To be frank, he doesn’t even think he’s capable of it even if he wanted to, he sold his soul too long ago to even remember how normal humans love. But if it’s not love, it’s something similar — a kind of tenderness, fondness. He has a soft spot for you, to put it bluntly. Though not in the typical sense.

Sukuna adores you like a painter adores his favorite canvas; like an exotic bird in a cage — he adores you with possession, obsession, with the knowledge that you can’t ever get away from his grip. He is fond of you in a way that he would murder anyone who would even dare to touch what is his; but would never set you free. He can hurt you, he can tear you into pieces and build you to his liking. Sukuna can kiss you or bite you; hug or break you, but it’s because you’re his little pet and no one else’s.

He is fond of the way you bend for him; the way you look at him with sheer adoration in your eyes even after he has taken everything from you. He is fond of the way that only he could kill you; that your small life is in his hands and you thank him for it. Sukuna is fond of the way your tight little cunt stretches so wide to take his fat cock; lives for the little whimpers you give out and the tears that stain his satin sheets when he finally allows you to cum for him. If he could crawl inside your soul, he would. If he could take it and eat it and have you forever, he would.

He doesn’t know why he craves you so much, but he knows that nothing else gives him the same high anymore.

So he keeps you.

It’s a heavy stormy night when he comes back the next time, and his room is only illuminated by a few candles and the lightening from outside. You’re in his large bed, looking as small as that day in the snow, and there is a touch of worry in your eyes that he doesn’t miss. But he ignores it.

“Undress,” he commands.

You rush to do as he says, throwing the faint fabric over your head. It falls to the ground as Sukuna walks towards the bed, his massive weight making it dip under his knee as he leans closer to you.

“My pretty little doll,” Sukuna muses. “Missed me?”

He always asks that. And your answer is always the same.

“So much, Sukuna.”

It’s more honest every time.

He hums, satisfied, and smirks as he pushes your hair away from your face. “I have something to tell you, and I think you will like it,” Sukuna says. You look at him with wide eyes as he settles over you, his four arms caging your body as you lay down. The mouth on his stomach open and closes, a large tongue coming out before it vanishes again — it always does it when he’s particularly excited. “Would you like to know what it is?”

You know he will tell you regardless. Like all the tales of his battles, he lives for the glimpse of horror in the back of your eyes. “Yes, Sukuna.”

“Seems like you are famous now,” he starts. You furrow your eyebrows. “Sorcerers are trying to save you. The poor little human girl that Sukuna took as a prisoner months ago.” He kisses your neck, then licks the skin. You shiver — months, it has been months then. “Two of them tried to enter my domain today, stupid little insects,” he continues. Another hand lands on your exposed breast, playing with your nipple. “You have no idea how enraged that made me, my little human. To have someone try to take you away from me; to try and to enter my domain and take you from me.”

His voice turns into a growl by the end of the sentence, and you feel the familiar pulse of terror running through your veins. He’s in a bad mood, that’s obvious, but there’s something hiding beneath that as well.

“What did you do to them?” You ask. “Did they get in?”

Sukuna chuckles darkly, and the hand that was on your breast now settles on your clit, massaging it softly. “I took care of them, my sweet thing, of course,” he says. Your breath hitches at the slow pleasure of his movements, and your eyes flutter shut. “No one will ever take you from me.”

“I don’t want to lose you,” you say without a thought. In your heart, you feel it’s wrong. But without him, you have nothing. “I’m yours forever, Sukuna.”

“I know you are,” he answers.

Sukuna holds you by the throat as he kisses you — not enough to suffocate you, but enough to make you a little dizzy. Your eyes cross mindlessly as his tongue invades your mouth; a deep groan coming from his chest as he tastes your lips. He always kisses you violently, possessively, like he wishes to suck your soul out of your chest. Beneath his size you can only shrink and hold onto his large biceps, the wetness between your legs growing as he takes what is his.

He pulls back, ignoring the string of saliva that connects you two. “Pretty little thing,” he muses, shoving his middle finger inside your mouth. “Suck for me.”

You do as he says and he smirks at the feeling of your pretty lips around his large finger. Soon enough, the same digit is invading your pussy, curling up so quickly that you see starts at your peripheral vision.

“Relax or it’ll hurt again,” he says — not like he cares about it. “I want you to remember tonight.”

“W-Why?”

“Because I’ll make sure that you’ll be mine forever,” he says, a devilish smile on the corners of his lips. “So no one can take you from me. No one would even try.”

Your breath is getting heavier, and you don’t even register what he’s telling you — he could do a billion things to you and you’d still let him. The time spent only in his company made your resolution vanish, and you became exactly what he wanted you to: another possession for him to do as he pleases. Because of him, you have nothing else. Besides him, you have nothing.

“You’re not cumming around my finger tonight,” he says and quickly removes his hand from your cunt. You whine at the sudden emptiness, walls spasming around nothing, but you know better than to protest. “It’s going to be around my cock, you got it?”

“Yes, Sukuna,” you say.

“Good girl,” he muses. His lower arms move to undo his pants as his mouth attacks yours once again. His sharp teeth drain blood from your lips and he groans at the metallic taste; drinks the little sob of pain you let out. “You’re all fucking mine. Forever,” he growls, “I’ll make you live forever with me.”

Months ago, that would be torture. But now, “It sounds like heaven, Sukuna,” you say. “I love you.”

Your vision falls to where his hands are working. His cock is massive, bigger than your forearm, balls swinging out of his shorts and falling heavy under his shaft. Your entire body tingles in anticipation as he strokes himself, aligning his cockhead with your opening. “Tiny fucking cunt,” he curses, rubbing it against your soaked folds. “I’ll train you to take my cock even better than now, kitten.” Your mouth falls open as he starts to push in and it hurts — no matter how many times you’ve taken him, it always burns. “Way too fucking tight for my fat cock, you know that?”

���I-I’m sorry, I’ll do better-“

He chuckles. “I fucking love it.”

In one strong motion, he shoves himself as deep as he can, pressing against your cervix as you whine at his size. It isn’t fair — it’s so thick you can’t even breathe, you can feel him in your stomach, pressing and pulsing until you can’t think of anything but the sheer size of his massive cock inside your poor little hole. Your walls hurt to accommodate his girth, stretching as far as they can, but it never seems like it’s enough.

“It’s t-too big, Sukuna,” you whine. And it is. You know he must be doing something to your body so you can even be alive right now, because it’s not humanly possible to take such a big cock. “I c-can’t…”

His hand lands on your head and pulls at the roots. “You are my special little human, my obedient little girl,” he reminds you. His cock throbs inside you and you whimper, the small movement alone makes you drool. “You will do anything I tell you to do.”

You nod. “Y-Yes.”

“So when I tell you to take it….” He rolls his hips even deeper and you call his name so loud that you’re sure the entire world will hear it. “You’ll fucking take it.”

You don’t even have the ability to answer as he starts to pound deep inside your soaked cunt, hard and violent, as he is. Your vision is blurry with tears as you look down to see his massive cock bullying itself again and again inside your cunt, taking everything you have to give.

“Look at me when I claim you,” Sukuna warns and you do it instantly. Your legs wrap around his hips and he squeezes your ass so hard it will bruise. There’s a malicious glint in his red eyes that never quite goes away, no matter how much he tries, and now it’s deadset on you. “My precious little girl,” he calls, voice strained with pleasure. You can tell from the way his cock throbs that he is close, but it doesn’t matter. He just keeps going. “You told me you love me. Do you only live for love, kitten?”

“I live f-for loving you, S-Sukuna,” you respond automatically. “I live for you.”

Sukuna groans like an animal — he adores what a stupid little fuckdoll he has turned you into. He can never get tired of this; he can never let it get away. “You’ll die for me, kitten?”

You nod so quickly you get dizzy. “Yes, a-anything… I’m yours f-forever.”

He calls your name like he has never done before, a little insane, a little sweet. If the sheer size of Sukuna’s genitals aren’t anything to go by, he cums a lot — it oozes out of your cunt before he’s even halfway through, cock throbbing and leaking again and again until you’re filled to the brim. His huge balls smack against your ass as he continues to bully himself inside you, a little more desperate now, intoxicated by his own pleasure.

There’s no rest, there never is. He only takes and takes.

“I’ll make you mine,” he groans.

“I’m yours, Sukuna, I’m yours…” you repeat like a broken record, half-aware of your own voice through the loud moans and hiccups. You watch in ecstasy as he uses one of his sharp nails to cut the palm of his hand, blood oozing out of it and dropping on your breasts. It’s like you know what he will say even before he says it. “You want me t-to-“

“Drink it.”

Perhaps you should be scared, but you’re not. Your mouth opens without a second thought and he presses his large palm on your lips, muffling your moans and allowing the hot dark liquid to invade your tongue. Sukuna’s blood is thick and it tastes like poison, but you do as he says, liking his flesh and drinking it until he seems satisfied and takes his hand away.

It strikes your body like an arrow, straight through your chest and expanding like deep roots. You feel as his blood burns your insides, changing something in your very existence. It’s hard to think through the sensations — the pleasure building up, the venom running through your veins, the mixture of devotion and fear that dances inside your mind. Your vision is double, black around the edges, and you think you might be cumming but you’re not sure you can even feel your body anymore. Sukuna’s voice echoes muffled in the background, and you can see his mouth moving in slow motion, but you don’t understand his words. You think you are crying. You think you can’t breathe. You think you are dying and being born at the same time and you don’t know why you feel so grateful for it all.

Your lungs are on fire and your throat is dry. You try to speak, but can’t. You have the vague flashback of the time your uncle made you drink alcohol, it burns just the same, but this time, no one is laughing. This time, you’re dying.

“… at me.”

This time, Sukuna’s voice rings sharp and clear. You stare at him, confused, as the flames inside your chest slowly subside.

“Keep looking at me,” he repeats, commanding.

You try to nod, but your head doesn’t move. You can’t see the room around you anymore. “H-Hurts,” you manage to get out.

“I know,” he says, and there’s a touch of softness in his voice you don’t ignore. “Focus on me. I’ll make it feel better.”

And that’s what you try to do, even if your soul seems to be floating miles above your body. You look down at where he is still moving in and out of you, at the white-coated mess that drips from your hole and soaks your inner thighs. It doesn’t seem to hurt as badly now, like your body is changing to accommodate him even better — in fact, it feels like heaven.

You look up at him, dumbfounded. “I t-think I’m going to cum, Sukuna,” the words come easier now, and you feel like you can move again. Though, it still feels like a dream. “It’s so g-good.”

“Cum on my fat cock, then, make me proud,” he coos. You close your eyes and nod, trying to focus on the paradise that blooms between your legs. You feel every ridge and vein of his massive cock; hear the lewd squelching sounds of his cum leaking out of you. It comes to you faster than you would have imagined, washing through your body like a wave as you cry and shake miserably. “That’s my girl, fuck, there we go, that’s my perfect little girl.”

The spasming of your walls manages to milk more cum out of him and he groans loudly as he releases inside you once more. Sukuna cums so much it makes you breathless, filling you again and again until he’s satisfied and the sheets beneath you have no salvation left.

“There we go, take everything,” he says in a strained groan, “every fucking drop inside this tight fucking cunt.”

Sukuna looks absolutely insane above you — fucking his cock so hard into you that it seems like he will never have the chance again; eyes blown wide and his teeth clenched. You cum again, this time a little softer, as you feel his thick cock shoot a specially large amount of cum inside your pussy, and wait until he’s done using your body.

Eventually, he settles, pressing his forehead against yours and looking deep inside your eyes. The redness in them is shining like flames, watching every movement of your face.

“Feels weird,” you say. “I feel dizzy.”

He chuckles and removes himself from you. Another white-hot wave gushes out of your cunt, and he sits back to watch it drip. “There we go, it wasn’t so bad, was it?”

You swallow, your tongue is still numb inside your mouth. “It was horrible, Sukuna. I felt like I was going to die.”

Sukuna smiles and uses two fingers to push some of his cum back inside you. “I can promise you it was better than when I did,” he says, and you’re confused for a moment. “But now we don’t have anything to worry about anymore, my sweet thing. Those pathetic little sorcerers won’t want you.”

“H-How are you so sure?” You ask.

“Aw, my sweet, stupid little girl.” He pouts, condescending as always. “No one will want to save a curse now.”

Your eyes widen. “Did you…?”

“I told you.” Sukuna licks his own blood at the corner of your mouth. “You are mine forever.”

[oakparchment]

Spitters Are(n't) Quitters

Wonyoung x Male Reader

Length: 415 words

Tags: blowjob, cum, spitting, piercings, cum lube

Summary: Wonyoung's a spitter but that doesn't make her a quitter

AO3

Wonyoung's a spitter but that doesn't make her a quitter.

She gets on her knees and looks up at you; her body doing a little bounce and her lips forming a skittish pout. From your member this causes a rouse. She won't stop until you give her what she wants - your throbbing hard cock in her mouth.

She makes sure to wear her fake lip piercing when she gives you head because the curved metal runs along that spot - the underside of your tip. And so every time she runs those glistening luscious lips along your length, oh my god it just hits. Tongue and lip piercings were made for blowjobs. This is a fact that Wonyoung takes full advantage of - even if her company would never let her get a real one.

You let her know when you're about to cum but all that does is spur her on more. She twists her wrist faster, she takes you in deeper, and she sucks you into her mouth harder. You reach your peak and start to leak in her mouth; her tongue curled and your cum swirled.

You know that saying - "when you nut but she keeps on sucking"? Yeah. Wonyoung lives and dies by that saying, as if it were the reason she was put on this world.

Whilst unloading in her mouth, each spurt of cum dribbles out the side of her lips. Some of it slides over your cock with her hand, the rest makes land on her tits. Wonyoung's favourite lube is white, warm and au naturel.

Not once did she pause the bobbing of her head or the pumping of her hand - not until she had extracted everything from your balls and they were made to quell.

You've creampied her slutty tight face hole but she doesn't swallow any of it, Wonyoung's a bratty bitch who thinks she's too good for that.

When you've finally calmed down from your orgasm, she blows you a kiss, the very last drop of your cum escapes from the corner of her lips. Once again, she looks up at you - but this time a trail of your cum waterfalls down from her chin, cascades over her perky little tits, and forms a small pool on the floor.

Here lies Lake Nut

- a place you are sure to partake in again.

You're the first to concede that Wonyoung's a spitter. But fuck it if this is what's known as a quitter you'd rather not succeed.

Wonyoung's also the narcissistic type to fuck to her own songs. "I'm a baddie, ba-ba-baddie, baddie Pretty little risky baddie" plays in the background as she sucks your soul out.

[spiderfunkz]

hihi!! loved ur artist hcs with the arachkids!!

could i request an artist! gf with miles? they could be sketching in their own journals on a rainy day and maybe even share a kiss??? thank you! much love xx

✧.* lovers rock

— summary : while the others talk, we were listening to lovers rock, in her bedroom.

— pairings : miles morales x fem!reader

— word count : 0,3k

— warnings : fluff, established relationship, super cheesy teen romance stuff, miles being a rambling mess, reader calling miles a nerd, and like a kiss (on the cheek Oops). also not proofread.

a/n : hii thank u sm for the request lovely ^_^ sorry this took so long writers block kicked my ass around, but here it is now!! hope u like it <3

you could hear the faint sound of the rain followed with a bit of humming through your earphones. you've been spending the day sketching in your journal with your boyfriend, as the rain had cancel your plans of going out.

but there's no point in being sad about that, so when your boyfriend texts you if you wanna meet up of course you said yes.

"what're you working on?" miles peaks, "it's a surprise." you reply, scribbling on the page. your drawing a portrait of miles, he's smiling, teeth showing, with a little kiss mark on the cheek.

and he's drawing a portrait of you, his art style perfectly capturing your beauty. there are already many drawings of you in his journal, each one picturing a different memory with you, but there's just something about this one.

maybe it's because how your surroundings can effect feelings. miles loves going on dates with you to arcades or the movies, but he adores spending time with you like this, lazy rainy days where he just chats with you and sit there in comfortable silence.

"how about, if i show you mine, you'll show me yours?" he asks. you nodded, "alright, i'm also done with mine."

a few minutes pass by and you're putting the finishing touches on your sketch. "i'm done!" you smile, showing him your drawing.

miles reveals his book too, it was a similar sketch to yours, it was you smiling with a little kiss mark near your cheek. and if you squint you could make out a little 'i love you' with a heart next to it.

he gasps, "we drew the same thing? no way, i mean obviously you drew it better than me but everything you draw is basically amazing. like seriously though, this should be put in a museum, my face! well not my face but you drew my face really nicely! wait no- that sounds narcissistic but.." he rambles causing you to chuckle.

"does that say 'i love you' ?" you squint, pointing at the tiny writing. "oh you could see that?" he hides the book away from you, face turning red.

he seems embarrassed, so you reassured him not to be. "i love you too, nerd." you kiss him on the cheek, just like the sketch you made.

[anas-aspiration]

A fic where the reader has a crush on Carl but he is with Enid, but the reader keeps pursueing him and finally he gaves in, Carl and the reader have an affair (some smut occurs) Enid finds out about it, she and Carl have an bad argument and at the end they break up and Carl is happy with the reader :)

Bell

warnings: smut, vaginal sex, cheating, angst, fluff, not proofread, got tired at the end, edited 1721 words

The air was too warm for this time of night. You tossed and turned in your bed trying to locate a comfortable spot to fall asleep in. But it seemed impossible at this point. You sighed in defeat and got up, snuck in your slippers, and headed out of your house to go bother Carl, who usually stayed up around this time.

You would’ve thought to slip into something other than pajamas but you were far to lazy. And you had to admit that you wanted Carl to see you in this white brandy Melville intimates set. Even though he had a girlfriend, Enid, you couldn’t care less about what they had going on. You aren’t selfish or narcissistic, you just like to get what you want, especially if what you want, gives you heart eyes every time you’re around him.

You approached his window, making sure to avoid the prickly weeds under his window that always cut your ankles, and knocked softly.

“Carl?” You whispered “Hellooo?”

It was silent for a few seconds. You began to wonder if he was at Enids house.

Then you heard the bathroom door open followed by footsteps.

“Carl open the window!” you exclaimed, raising your voice.

His footsteps approached the window before he spread the blinds and peaked through. He looked relaxed, towel hung around his waist indicating that he just got out of the shower. Your eyes trailed down in a swift motion, blush flooding your cheeks.

“Hey y/n, you wanna come in?” He began lifting the blinds and unlocking his window.

“Yeah but I don’t wanna bother you if your busy or anything”

“Oh no I’m not busy at all. I’m just gonna get into my pajamas real quick so” he walked to his drawer pulling out some clothes before disappearing back into his bathroom.

You climbed through his window and looked around his room to see what might be new. It seemed he got a few more additions to his pile of comics, by now it was at least a foot tall. You sifted through the one on top when something sticking out caught your eye. You went through the pages again and came across the polaroid he took of you a few months prior hidden in between pages.

You smiled to yourself, taken aback by the fact that he would keep it there as if it was important to him.

You turned to see him coming out of the bathroom in a fresh pajamas.

“Hey I didn’t know you kept this.” You lifted the picture for him to see before examining it again. “This was such a fun day, do you remember how much trouble we got in for sneaking back in the gates soaking wet”

“Yeah, that was mostly your fault too. If you didn’t push me in I wouldn’t have had to bring you down with me” he chuckled

“No! It’s your fault too because you kept swimming and” you hesitated for a second letting out an awkward laugh “yeah it’s both our faults”

He smiled as he sat next to you on the bed. It was quiet for a couple of seconds. He had noticed the way you paused after mentioning swimming. You remembered how that day in the polaroid went. You guys had found a pond outside Alexandria and swam around in your undergarments before you both got too close and ended up kissing. He had been with Enid for a couple weeks at that point.

“I know what you’re thinking about” you muttered

“I thought we weren’t going to mention or think of that moment ever again” he responded

“Yeah well..” you trailed off “I think it’s okay now that we’re wayy past it”

“You want to talk about it?” he made eye contact with you, his breathing deep.

“It couldn’t hurt” you shrugged “Did you.. ever tell enid?”

“No..”

“You just forgot about it?”

“No.. I thought about it”

You noticed how his manner changed as he answered that.

“Do you still like- want it?” you asked referring to ‘it’ as the kiss

There was a loud moment of silence.

“Y/n.” he mumbled

“You do?” you realized that the whole time you guys were pretending nothing happened, nothing changed. The feelings were still there, maybe even growing.

He stayed silent looking down.

“Then kiss me”

“Y/n we can’t-“

“Yes we can. Don’t let Enid stop you from having this.. we made no progress whatsoever trying to forget.” you scooted closer to him

You kissed in rhythm, it felt like everything was falling into place all at once. Completely in bliss you crawled on top of his lap deepening the kiss, the hot air now filling you with energy.

He grabbed the strap of your tank and slowly dragged it down your shoulder.

In response you broke apart and lifted the shirt off your body, your chest now completely bear. You looked at him, hair disheveled and pupils dilated.

“Are you sure-“

“Whatever you were about to ask, yes I’m so sure just please”

He leaned in for a more demanding kiss like he was finally sure he really wanted you. You moved your hands down to untie the strings of his pajama bottoms while he kissed down your chest.

After a moment more, both of you were completely undressed , you were beneath him and his hand was snaking down your body. Shivers followed close behind his touch.

Once he reached your inner thigh he began tracing his fingers around your soft skin, knowing it would make you impatient.

“Carl..”

“I know.. don’t rush this”

After a few more seconds of him massaging your thighs, softly, he lined himself up with you.

“You ready f’me?”

“yeah” you whimpered softly

“Try not to make to much sound kay?” He said as he slowly slid into you

You choked out a small moan trying to comply.

“God your perfect” he said planting kisses down your jawline

He thrusted into you at the perfect pace, lewd sounds filling the air. He pleasured you almost effortlessly, yet hit every spot that had your eyes rolling back.

You were both stuck in a state of euphoria, the only thing you could think about was how pretty his hair fell in this position and how perfectly he filled you. It was all overwhelming you turned your face into the pillow, feeling him hit your sweet spot.

“Fuck, y/n don’t be shy” he said slightly panting

You smiled to yourself, turning back, and pulled him in for a sharp kiss.

“I’m close” you said feeling time slow

“Mm not yet” he cooed

You were a little taken aback by him delaying your orgasm but knew it was more of a turn on.

You agreed but found yourself subconsciously moving your hips in a circular motion chasing the orgasm.

You felt yourself tighten around him and before you knew it you felt the shockwaves of your orgasm. Your vision blurred and your breath became heavy. You rode it out only realizing about mid-through that Carl came too.

You relaxed as he pulled out, now feeling a small ache.

You heard him go into the bathroom and fetch something. Once he returned you felt a warm wet towel graze your stomach.

“Hold still”

The gesture warmed your heart as you sat up to see him with a cute concentrated look on his face.

Once he disappeared back into the bathroom you re-dressed yourself and turned on the fan laying on his desk.

He came back in and planted a kiss on your forehead, intwining your fingers together.

“Do you want something to eat? Then we can talk”

“Yeah do you have ramen?”

“Yeah I’ll be right back”

You sat wondering if you guys were gonna have to stay a secret or if he was gonna tell Enid. You would hate to be secretive but telling Enid would definitely be hell. Would she freak out on you or-

“Y/n?” Enid crowed

You whipped your head around toward the window. Your thoughts were racing between what the fuck and what do I say.

“Enid! Wow Hi, uh…wow”

She smiled awkwardly, eyes tracing the room.

“What are you doing here? Is Carl home? Does he know your here?”

“Um. Well yeah he knows I’m here he’s just in the kitchen getting food for us.. we were just-“

“I think I’ll just ask him” she interrupted, climbing in the window and walking out into the hallway.

You felt stiff and suffocated. Thinking about what Enid might do is easier than living through it.

You stood up, hearing their footsteps near the room.

“Y/n what were you doing here again?” She asked squinting her eyes

“I told you we-“

“No Carl I’m asking her”

You looked to Carl not knowing what to say. You could tell she was testing you.

“I just got here and asked for food.. why are you so worried? Jesus.” You said, trying your best to sound nonchalant

“I’m not worried. Carl just said you guys were about to call it a night because you’ve been reading comics since 6.”

Your mouth fell slightly open. You wanted to say something but didn’t know what

“You guys are together aren’t you”

You both stayed silent. You wanted to deny but knew you couldn’t.

“Forget it, you an asshole Carl” she said, leaving through the window

“No Enid wait” as soon as she was outside he followed her

You just stood their frozen. Your mind was wandering, hearing their muffled fighting outside. You decided you just wanted to go home.

You tried walking past their scene with no notice but failed.

“Y/n go to hell” Enid snapped

“You first” you said rolling your eyes

Carl grabbed onto your wrist to stop you from walking any further.

“Okay just wait. Stay. Please”

“Wow you guys make me sick” Enid said continuing to walk home

Later you and Carl snuggled up in his bed, exhausted from the past two hours, and the long talk you guys had about what you are now.

“Y/n?”

“Hm?”

“I love you. I’ve known way before the lake thing. I’m sorry I dragged it out so long without telling you” he said lightly dragging his fingers over your hairline.

“I love you too”

A/N!!!

I am so sorry this took so long😭😭 I’ve never had writers block b4 and now I have 5 other versions of this sitting in my notes app but YOLOO. And I literally tried to keep it short but it never works

[lotus-n-l0ve]

Hiiii, may I request nsfw headcanons of Jake, Gun, and Samuel catching you writing smut?

Sorry for the long wait. Hope you like it ♡

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐂𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬

— Jake, Gun, Samuel x Female Reader

ꜱʏɴᴏᴘꜱɪꜱ : When they catch you writting smut.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢꜱ : smut, cursing, anal, ridding, a little degradation, not proofread, minors dni.

ɴᴏᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʟᴏᴛᴜꜱ : Hey guys. I honestly never thought I would get request for Lookism but I'm so happy Anon requested this. If you like the headcanons then please leave a like, comment and reblong. Enjoy ♡

𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑���𝐈𝐒𝐓 || 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐌 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐌

You were home alone. Jake was out with Big Deal and would come home later or that's what you thought. So when you had to use the bathroom, you left your on the bed. Your Tumblr smut darft open.

While you were in the bathroom Jake came back. When he could not find you anywhere in the house, he walked into the bedroom to find you but only to meet with a empty bedroom and your phone left unlocked on the bed.

Jake picked it up to turn it off when he read the content on the screen. And say he was shocked would be an understatement. You were not a saint a he knew that but damn! He didn't knew his baby was this filthy.

Just then you walked out of the bathroom and all colours drained away from your face when you saw him holding you phone and smirking at you.

That's how you ended on the bed with your thighs pressed against your cheat and Jake holding the back of your thigh as he rutted into your throbing pussy.

"What a dirty girl baby?" "This is what you do when I'm not home huh?" "You dirty girl!"

Needless to say you could not walk for a whole week. Whenever you would move the ache between your legs would remind you of him.

𝐆𝐔𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊

You should have known that leaving you phone unlocked, that to with your tumblr smut darft opened was a bad idea. Gun was not home so you didn't think much. BAD IDEA.

Because now you were lying on the bed, head buried in the matress and ass up in the air. Gun held your head down as his dick pumped your ass sore.

"If you were so horny you could have just told me princess." "Tell me do you like it when I fuck your ass like a bimbo?" "Yes! moan for me, for your daddy." "Yeah just like that." "I want to hear your pathetic cries."

Your walls clench around his cock at his words. You cry till your throat hurts. Gun spanks your jiggling ass till it's all red and swollen.

The room contained your cries, and the loud sound of skin slapping. A knot builds in your stomach as you feel your orgasm comming.

"Fuck fuck fuck— daddy." "I'm cumming I'm cumming." "Shit!"

He twitches in your meaning he was also cumming. With few more powerful thrust Gun shot his load in, filling you up. Gun pulls out his now softened dick and you try to move away thinking he is done only for him to pull you back.

"Where do you think you are going princess? We are nowhere near done."

So, um, yeah. It was a long leg quivering night. You would definitely do that again though.

𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐎

You were a fucking angel in his eyes. Otherwise how could someone date someone like him? A monster, a narcissist, a egoistic. So imagine the shock he got when he came home only to find you engrossed in your phone. When peaked over your he saw the things you were writing.

This ended you up like this. Samuel naked sitting on the couch, leaning back as you bound on his cock like a bunny in heat.

Samuel held your waist with one hand while the other one held your phone as he read,

"What does this say?" "I ride his cock like a horny slut?" "Tell me baby did you think about me while writing this filthy things?" "Did you think about by cock tearing you apart?"

He dropped the phone on the couch a he landed a spank on your ass, making you scream. Samuel leaned forward taking one of your nipples in his mouth swirling his tongue around the hardened buds as the his other hand tugged and twisted you other one.

The tip of him slams on your g-spot with each thrust. His gridh stoking your inside as it wrapps around him like a cock-sleeve. You neils dug on his shoulders as the overwhelming feeling comes over you.

Samuel fucked you necked, raw and to oblivion. And when you were sleeping like baby because of the exhaustion Samuel sat beside you on the bed, a shit eating grin on his face as he read through all the smuts you had written and thinking how good it would be recreat them with you.

© 𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐔𝐒-𝐍-𝐋𝟎𝐕𝐄 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑, 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 — all content rights belongs to LOTUS-N-L0VE. do not plagiarize any works and do not repost or translate onto any other sites.

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[naveries]

sneak peak of;

HE calls me !cupid?

!synopsis. you knew it well, in the mornings you made your way down to his classroom. his charming looks, clever wit, gentle nature and unbelievably high grades; was not easily found in this day in age and he was known throughout the entire school for it. similarly to you, famous for the true and easygoing personality, you had an uncanny ability to make anyone smile by your observant nature. &most notoriously famous for your honest crush on the campus heartthrob.

!pairings. student!beomgyu 📩 student!reader

to say a lot of people liked him was an understatement, anyone, whoever it was, surrounding him was amazed.

and that of course meant teenage girls, especially those attending the high school. and valentines day to most of them was a day beomgyu had seemed to be glistening in more ways than one. hence the many more chocolates, more than usual anyway.

and that of course meant teenage girls, especially those attending the high school. and valentines day to most of them was a day beomgyu had seemed to be glistening in more ways than one. hence the many more chocolates, more than usual anyway.

and how were you considering the tight competition?

valentines day? pfft, childs play

you knew the game, and you knew him even better.

already around 7:30AM (30 minutes before class) girls had been stopping by so early just to see if they would get a reaction out of him.

receiving many chocolates, so much so that some fell off his desk as it was a very crowded vicinity.

he wasn’t surprised by that, he expected it. he knew he would get that much,

but he was expecting chocolates from some 1 in particular.

&to what he didn't know was a surprising gift he did not expect.

the hallways were crowded so he wasn’t able to spot you when you had already arrived dressed as cupid per yearbook comity request.

you were surprised to find him standing by his classroom door, leaning on the frame.

he looked nervous you thought, was he waiting for someone?

who? hm i wonder

you were responsible for filming this year’s valentines activities for the yearbook and documenting everything for today's particular occasion & affairs, and technically you were on the task being as this was a matter of the heart.

and so you took out the camera.

and pressed record.

still looking around, his expression softens. a smile as soon as he focuses in on someone making their way down the hallway holding a camera, walking towards him.

-

“say cheese!” you said enthusiastically looking up at him

faced to face with him as he looked down at the camera. a smirk grew on his face while looking at you. in the most attractive way possible. a smile you’ve never seen before. your insides were stirring.

in awe of the sight, you felt yourself slowly lowering the camera. and there he was, dreamy as ever. he looked like he was staring at something he adored, it was insanely charming of him. a sweet drug. you knew it better than anyone else that the addiction was something you weren’t planning on quitting any time soon.

you snicker, shoulders bouncing up. leaving a glistening smile on your face. you were just happy to have a chance to see him today.

"well hello there, nice costume cupid, it suits you" he says as his laugh breaks out into a wide smitten smile. you felt a bit embarrassed

"thank you!" as you scrunch your nose up. gesturing playfully pretending to use the prop that was cupid's bow

his lips curl up as he breathes out a laugh.

"i'm gonna sound really narcissistic but i wanna ask-"

"happy valentines day, choi beomgyu"

you say finishing his question before he has the chance to say it.

he looked down at your gift in awe, it was more than chocolates. you held a pink sand pail, a white string tied to the handle, flowing off the sides.

he was most surprised to find it filled with variety types of gummies, his favourites, a CD, and a small bear plush sitting on top of them.

he can’t believe you remembered, his love for gummies, the sandbox story you let him ramble on about, that he loves air supply's music, and his favourite colours. plus his adoration for bears, although that detail wasn't hard to remember since everyone knew.

but he couldn't wrap his head around how much creativity it took to make such a gift with so many special meanings behind each detail.

unable to process what you were holding, still, his hand raised up to his face mouth dropped, retrieving his hand for a second but then back again. you laughed at his malfunctioned but cute reaction.

"...can I really-" he asked still in shock as he couldn't bring himself to-

"take it" you let out a laugh "I obviously made it for you" you said looking at him bright-eyed. his face began to heat up staring at you.

he finally takes it &his smile softens as his eyes stare smitten at the gift.

gosh were so relieved that he liked it, because you've been collecting those things for a while, you wanted it to be special. and how awarded you felt right now to see him more than like it.

"woah..." he says combing through the gifts, you chuckle at the sight. he looked like an overjoyed kid but it seems he didn't care about that right now, he was so happy.

spacing out, caught up in how truly glad you were, you were surprised to find him looking at you. "ah- yes? what is-" he suddenly walks towards you, engulfing you in a really intimate hug. "geez you spoil me too much you know?” his voice buzzes in your hair. it makes your insides turn. “thank you, I really love it” he says hugging you a bit tighter.

"i'm glad you like it!" you manage to peep out still surprised to find him hugging you so tightly. you would hug him back but your arms were caught folded up to your chest so tight.

"you're gonna end up suffocating her hyung" taehyun interrupts.

you both quickly jump apart.

later you find a note with red strings tied through a hole in the paper on your locker as you made it back from the photography meeting.

I promise someday you'll find somebody more than this.

confused as to who sent you this, you open your locker only to have papers spilling out. was I in such a rush this morning I left these unattended? you thought to yourself feeling a bit upset at your lack of carefulness.

you quickly pick up the papers only to find that they were sheets of stickers, there were so many you couldn't even count. you hover a hand over your mouth shocked as you weren't expecting to see all this. astronomy stickers, heart stickers, japanese &french food stickers, bunny stickers, music stickers, red fruit stickers, literature-themed stickers. but what caught your attention, was the abundant amount of bear stickers.

you smile sweetly at them realizing who left them for you

you hug the stickers briefly only to quickly retrieve them as you don't wanna ruin or wrinkle them.

and as you packed away the presents one by one, observing each one so very carefully, you had failed to notice the 2 pairs of eyes spying on you attentively.

"man you're down bad" yeonjun whispers behind beomgyu

"SHHH, and no. i'm simply returning the favour" beomgyu aggressively whispers as he swats away his older friend standing behind him, still watching you from behind the wall receive his gift. he quietly giggles, smiling stupidly.

yeonjun grimaces at his response and how he wishes he could take a photo without beomgyu noticing because of how stupid he looks.

but he finds his face slowly turning into a loving smile at the sight of his smitten younger friend, he's never seen beomgyu so lovesick over anyone.

relieved that he had finally found it. he thought to himself

take care of him y/n

[madlittlecriminal]

Finally new Murphy Scarecrow content!!! HCs for how Scarecrow would react to their favorite nurse/psychiatrist/patient (your choice) hostage inside the Asylum by a patient? Maybe he’s been denying his feelings for them until this happens and needs to save Reader?

Safety ↦ Jonathan Crane × Psychiatrist!GN!Reader [headcanons]

yeah, ive had a pause on this man for like 2-3 years…😅 then i saw the Oppenheimer trailer & was like ‘Cillian Murphy will always be fine’ & now here i am. i also wrote for Thomas Shelby, but i still gotta watch season 6, which is why i haven’t wrote for him in a while, so no spoilers 😂

Warnings: being held hostage, scarecrow makes an appearance, patient is aggressive/narcissistic tendencies, mention of death/killing (NOT BY SCARECROW & NOT ABOUT READER), mentions mental health/mental issues

When the hospital went under lockdown he was confused

Until he remembered you were supposed to meet with him three minutes ago for lunch

He asked one of the nurses and he said a psychiatrist was being held hostage by a patient

He asked why, but the nurse shrugged

When the nurse left, he took his mask out of his suitcase and stuffed it in his pocket

Since he knew the doctors weren’t gonna do much for you and the patient, he’d have take manners into Scarecrow’s hands

Plus, he has feelings for you, but denies them

When he got to the door, he peaked through the window and saw the patient was on his knees as if begging

You were shaking your head and he slammed his fist on the table before calming down and trying to take your hand

He could sense the fear and he shook his head

As much as he loved fear, he hated you being in fear

He put the mask on before kicking the door open as hard as he could

You jumped and tried making yourself melt into the tiles of the wall

Scarecrow gripped the patient’s bicep and tilted his head to the side

“What are you afraid of?”

The fear toxins surrounded the patient and he began screaming in fear

You gasped before running out of the room and running towards Jonathan’s office

Underneath the mask, he smirked at the patient’s fear and pain

He let the patient go and allowed him to fall to the ground, crying and begging

If there was one thing Jonathan and Scarecrow hated most was men that could never respect a woman

He didn’t care if the patient pissed his pants

Scarecrow and Jonathan knew the patient killed his wife and said she cheated

He knew it was probably something in the patients mind, hence why he was here

You told Jonathan about this patient, but he didn’t think the patient would go this far

He took off the mask and ran out to his office

When he saw you there, shaking he went up to you and rested a hand on your shoulder

“Don’t worry, darling. You’re safe now.”

You raised an eyebrow at him and gasped when your eyes met the burlap material sticking out of his pocket

“You saved me?”

His eyes followed yours and he gulped

“Yeah, I did.”

“Why?”

He thought he couldn’t be fearful anymore, but he felt it when you asked him that

Your eyes were still on his mask and he cleared his throat

“I’ve had feelings for you, but just been denying them.”

You walked up to him and grabbed his mask from his pocket

His breath hitched and you put it over his face

Your eyes met his blue ones and nodded.

“I think I can live with that.”

~~~~

requests are open for all the characters i write for! feel free to check out my lists to see which ones i write for :D

[tmwcs]

My Girlfriends Roommate - Chapter 5

Holy cow, I was so focused on re-editing my original draft of this story that I forgot to post warnings. Fortunately we haven't reached the good parts yet but we are getting there, loves. Seriously, were over the halfway mark. I will forewarn, the smutty chapters is very detailed and graphic, and is going to be multiple chapters on their own because it's very descriptive, poetic, and passionate....but also very explicit.

Warnings: A little harassment towards you (reader). Use of intimidation and force, and tough demeanor. (I told you Heeseung was a stud didn't I?)

You once overheard Vicky mentioning to her friends as she recounted moments of Ethan’s displayed chivalry and sense of protectiveness. Which was strange considering he was emitting an alpha prowess when he was trying to extract an explanation out of her from earlier.

This time, you got to witness it yourself as he stepped up, reached, and looped his arm around your upper back. His strong hand grabs hold on to your shoulder as he sets a firm but gentle grip with his cold fingers pressing into your skin, and you felt a an extracting force of powerful strength pulling you backwards, away from Gabe.

The unexpected action would have caused you to fall from the abrupt and uncoordinated back steps you were forced to take as a result from his pull. Yet Ethan acted as your support system while his arm bore the bearing of your weight, preventing you from losing foot or balance and guided the direction of your body to twirl around shifting your placement in the room and stand behind him.

His ability to move you in a suave and effortless manner astounded you. The hint of his finesse and range of control he used made you consider the reason behind Vicky’s attraction to Ethan. If this was something he displayed frequently as she stated before, nothing needed to be made out other than, you get it.

As he pulled you back, he took one side step and placed himself right in front of Gabe, squaring off with him. Not saying a single word, the two just looked at each other scornfully, Gabe turns his face in Vicky’s direction,

“Vicky… if he does not back away from my fucking face, I’m leaving.”

Gabe’s tone was very stern, that high squeaky pitch he spoke in before disappeared, dispelling a lower tone instead. He was angry as he bid Vicky to do something about her Ethan. Even at the peak of his anger, Gabe did not match the formidable aura Ethan had established in the room. His stance enhanced his caliber as an alpha; the way he just continued to close the distance and stare down at Gabe’s turned face.

Ethan’s risky and confident attitude sent hair raising chills to your spine as you watched him issue the same treatment Gabe bestowed on you moments earlier. Closing the distance, Ethan invades Gabe’s personal space, using only his enclosing presence, he forces him to take a series of steps back.

The bill of Ethan’s hat would have harshly pressed up on Gabe’s face, had it not been for him bending slightly backwards at the hip, an attempt to be as evasive as possible from Ethan. Of course you were unaware of their history together, along with Vicky, but based off what was happening before you you knew that having the both of them together was not entirely a good idea. The moment Gabe walked in, there was tension between him and Ethan, although you tend to understand Ethan’s stance more so than Gabe.

However, if there was anything to take from all this, it was the fact that while Gabe was rude, a bit narcissistic and presumptuous, Ethan was the one that was most frightening to you. Even though he was being ethical, there was a scary sense with the way he went about it.

He was bold and dominant. It was contradicting as he wasn’t necessarily mean, but he wasn’t exactly super nice either, he was very platonic. Yet, when it came to Gabe, the way he acted towards him was anything but neutral.

The moment she heard his warning, a wide eyed and nerved Vicky stepped up and projected a displeasing tone to the two fellows, mainly Ethan. Directing her attention to the man clad in all black, she appeals to his sense as her boyfriend and lashed out.

“Will you stop?! What is wrong with you?” Vicky expresses her annoyance to Ethan with her frustrated voice and daggering glare.

He did nothing but shifted his sharp eyes to meet with hers, not moving a single muscle in his body. Gasping at the sudden piercing look she received from him, a gulp could be heard as she forced one down her throat. Standing mute, Ethan remained still, his eyes locked on to Vicky as she looked shamefully down at the floor once more.

Looking over to Gabe, who was also avoiding eye contact with Ethan and maintaining an unhappy countenance, Vicky spoke once more towards her boyfriend, she sighs tiredly. Gabe remained standing still with pursed lips and simply stared at the door blankly, rolling his eyes on occasion while hearing Vicky’s pleas for peace to Ethan. Vicky tries to settle the situation, no doubt she intended to come off impartial and fair, but the words and tone she used was evidently in favor of Gabe.

“Ethan, he didn’t do anything. He was just being friendly and if she really wanted to, she could have just said no. I think she knows that as well.”

The last bit of her statement was directed at you, not just verbally. She tilted her head and eyed you down with a look that you never received before. She looked irritated; her eyes pretty much signified that you were the cause of this fiasco. Surprisingly, she displayed a heart of gold by initiating your guy’s departure, showing that she still wanted to spend the day with you as originally planned.

“Y/N, let’s go. Gabe, lead the way to your car. Ethan was just leaving anyhow.”

Ethan lowered his head and spit out a whispered “Yeah” while nodding and licking his lips with the obvious look of anger and annoyance. Even though his response was in the affirmative, everyone in the room could tell that by the tone he used and his facial expression, he disagreed with Vicky’s resolve.

Turning his face over his shoulder, his side profile coming into full view from where you stood and you found yourself glancing at it for a mere second before his eyes shifted to look you in the face. Eyeing you from the side, your eyes stared at your feet. You kept your head upright, trying to remain some ounce of dignity since your eyes lacked the courage to face his ghostly stare. You don’t know why, but you questioned yourself as to why there were repeated moments where Ethan would take moments to stare you down, not in the perverse manner that Gabe would. It was very different. The way his iris would flicker and shift, absorbing your image, it was like he was looking for something.

Vicky walked Gabe out the door and stood right outside the entrance waving for you to come along. Walking from behind and recollecting your composure, you make your way around and took a second to stand next to Ethan. You looked in the direction of the pair standing by the open door, you smile slightly to issue a sense that everything was fine, which Vicky responded with a wider one.

You looked over to Ethan and without breaking your gentle and genuine smile, you spoke to him in a near whisper, “…thank you.”

A single nod to you was the only response he gave. With his head low, only his lips and nose were visible, everything else hid under the shadow of his hat.

At that, you continued your way towards Vicky and Gabe, but not without hearing Ethan’s footsteps trailing behind you, clearly making his way to exit the dorm. Walking in the opposite direction, Ethan leaves without saying a word to either one of you. For a quick moment, Vicky rushed over and stops him. You couldn’t make out what she said, but from the looks of it, it seemed to be words of endearment spoken in Korean, followed with a hug and kiss before hurrying and making her way back towards you and Gabe.

[secondhand-snow]

Okay, but what if another of the reasons Jeryd doesn't approach the stepdaughter reader when she's still at college is because he's married. He's an alt-right Republican politician with a traditionalist image, so, a wife it's part of the starter pack for those types. The plot thickens. He probably knows that he could get the Roy girl in a heartbeat, he's charming, funny, cultured and still sexy as fuck, so he could definitely get in this impressionable coed's pants. But he's not stupid, right? There is a high risk that if he has an affair with her it could become public, because she's still too young and inexperienced to be as cunning as him, so she could spill the beans to a friend, and he doesn't want his own Monica Lewinsky. Or there's even a chance that she gets too nervous and ends up coming clean to her stepdad, and that would definitely be a career killer. Even if Logan buries the affair to protect his own reputation, because no daughter of his, step or otherwise will be known for being some middle-aged two bits politician's side piece; and he is powerful enough to destroy any chances of Jeryd moving up the political ladder by pulling some strings. So, he just starts keeping tabs on the reader because he wants her, he's obviously not thinking of her as the love of his life, but there’s something about her that just got his eye, yes, she's young and hot but there’s something else that keeps him locking himself in his studio every night getting off to her pics while his wife is sound asleep in their bedroom. A few years go by and she's become this competent young professional, with an impeccable reputation who's also matured into a sophisticated and attractive woman, so his lizard brain starts thinking of her as a good investment, she could be very beneficial to him as a second wife. He's already setting the foundations to, in a not too distant future, become the Republican party's presidential nominee. Winning over Logan Roy's stepdaughter is a bulletproof plan for getting ATN's support when the time comes, and this is when his obsession reaches its peak, that's when he starts finding obscure ways to get rid of the competition. His current wife has served her purpose too, so she has to go.

It was most likely a marriage of appearances anyway,  therefore one day, they're publishing a joint announcement about their divorce. The former Mrs. Mencken "has decided she has grown apart from him," but he wishes her the best and will always cherish their time together. All he has to do now is to plan his moves for the next couple of years and time everything perfectly until he finally claims his new prize. The only thing that kills his narcissistic ass is not having been her first, but when he finally has her in his clutches...oh, he's going to teach her things she didn't even knew could be done. He's definitely a deviant and nasty son of a bitch. (Who gets so pussy whipped that doesn't even realize he's falling hard)

this is such a good idea and so well worded… this is definitely stalker!mencken. nothing else to add i love this so much ♡

[tojikai]

okay so i know i said i’d have a full review but it’s coming i promise lmao. but i had to say this due to some revelations in your answered ask.

- i still think gojo chose naomi bc its easier for one (bc to have that perspective of love like people don’t fight a lot and that arguing doesn’t exist is peak delusional behavior). the second one is bc she’s giving him more attention (and from my experience guys fold when it comes to attention especially from someone who encourages their bad behavior) and bc of reader’s monster-in-law gojo’s mom bc from personal experience if the mom is heavily involved in his life he will disregard your feelings for her even if she is wrong or just overall a bad person (i still think the timeline is sus i know you said he didn’t cheat but i’m still sideyeing it and have doubts bc of how permanent mark unfolded 😭) he is deliberately ignoring his responsibility to me over his ego. he couldn’t commit to trying to actually reconcile with his baby mom even after telling her to keep the baby only to leave for someone else, which is the number one issue for me bc she didn’t have to go through this if he wasn’t so selfish and a shit person. then is trying to propose to someone he left is baby mom for who hasn’t even been with him for a year and is actively thinking about more kids when he doesn’t even respect his baby’s mom and doesn’t know how to coparent. honestly just throw him away, just leave reader and yui alone fake love isn’t needed atp. for crying out loud you trying to have another kid after all of this too!!! i can’t with this slut 🙄 (bc guys can be sluts too)

- also him wanting to do better only due to the threat of his image to his daughter eyes is screaming narcissist like really big narc vibes. idk how he will be redeemed in my eyes since it just seems like he has overall issues with accountability and ego. i just feel like he’s trying to be better for the wrong reasons. like what about the reader she kept the baby bc of you and now you’re on demon time torturing her for something you wanted. i’m not as strong as reader, i would have already went no contact or just unalived and trusted her care to someone else that i trusted.

also have a question… if naomi knew what the reader dealt with that night would she still want him or would she break up with him bc she can’t be that dumb to realize that if he can do that to the reader then what are the chances of it happening to her? marriage isn’t permanent all the time that’s why divorce exists. and even if reader had money she would still have the issue she does now bc the education isn’t the biggest issue. it’s sluttoru

- paragraph/theory anon

wow, this is amazing, i enjoyed reading it. i like the part where u mentioned that perspective of love where people don't fight a lot is very delusional. i definitely agree w that. nothing worth having comes easy, so fight 😉 i love it. and the attention one too !! as for your question, i think it's gonna be answered in part 4 !! thank u so much for this, paragraph nonnie~ it's such an interesting read !!

[jeonqkooks]

2022 end of the year recap

thank you so much for tagging me ash @jimilter! <3 🥰

rules: post the top 5 works you're most proud of that you released in 2022 (not necessarily your most popular), your top 4 current WIPs that you're excited to release in the new year, your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year, your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year, and your number 1 favorite line you've written this year!

top 5 works you’re most proud of:

this is how you fall in love

supernova (specifically part 1)

strictly platonic

our beloved summer

fool me once

top 4 current wips:

a case of you (actor!jungkook x actress!reader, strangers to lovers)

isn’t it romantic? (yoongi x reader, coworkers to lovers, magazine columnist au)

take your time (seokjin x reader, established relationship turned strangers to lovers ish???, memory loss au)

narcissist (jungkook x reader, roommates to lovers, college au) or i know it’s delicate (fuckboy!taehyung x reader, strangers ish to lovers, college au). i haven’t decided which one i wanna prioritize more bc i wanna post narcissist but i also desperately want to post a tae fic

top 3 biggest improvements:

(kinda) learned to live by the words: done is better than perfect! i think one of the reasons why i was slow with my writing was because i wanted everything to be as flawless as possible on the first try, and that was really frustrating sometimes bc we all know that's basically impossible, that's what editing is for! so yeah, now when i write, i try to do just that - write, just jot down whatever my brain's coming up with in the moment and not think too much about whether this or that could be better, because i can always come back to polish it!

stopped being so scared of beta reading 😭 even tho i had my writing beta'd for the first time literally yesterday lmao but damn it is a game changer idk why i avoided doing it for so long

i've been actively reminding myself to stop comparing myself to other writers! sometimes i'd sit in front of my laptop, stuck on a wip, and think damn my favorite writers are all killing it out there, they have such a way with words that i'll never be able to compete with. and then i'd have to tell myself that nope, what each person puts into their writing is what makes it special and then i'd calm down a bit lol

top 2 resolutions:

to stop being so damn impatient and wait until a series is fully written to finally start posting lol

branch out into other genres! i'd love to try my hand at fantasy or action (i have a spy!jk wip that's just been sitting there for more than half a year bc idk what to do with it lol)

top 1 favorite line written:

i had to really think about this bc i have the worst memory lol, but i knew it had to be smth from supernova (01) and it is!!! i forgot that i even wrote this but omg i think i must've peaked with this line (it's better with context lol):

"Your star collides with his sun. Mortality rate: 2. Life goes on."

tagging: anyone who wants to do it! bc i think at this point most people have already done it lol

[bobabestie49]

All of these link to either one of my posts on twitter or a thread I made on twitter or tumblr, also my twitter is private so if you don't follow me you won't be able to access any of them, sorry.

Made this post so that I won't have to scroll for 5 minutes on my pinned post thread of threads to find what I'm looking for, and for people (who I narcissistically believe exist) that actually want to access these thoughts of mine.

Collection of threads where I annotate books/articles I'm reading

In-Progress books

"Compromised Campus: The Collaboration of Universities with the Intelligence Community, 1945-1955" by Sigmund Diamond

Hinterland: America’s New Landscape of Class and Conflict by Phil A. Neel (2018)

"The Wretched of the Earth" by Frantz Fanon

"Jesus: A Life in Class Conflict" by James Crossley and Robert J. Myles

"The New Spirit of Capitalism" (New Edition) by Boltanski and Chiapello

"Elite Capture: How the Powerful Took Over Identity Politics (And Everything Else)" by Olúfẹ́mi O. Táíwò

"An Antonio Gramsci Reader: Selected Writings, 1916-1935", Edited by David Forgacs

"Sex Among Allies" by Katherine Moon

"The Chinese in America : A Narrative History" by Iris Chang

"Caliban And The Witch" by Silvia Federicci

"Riding the Wave: Sweden's Integration into the Imperialist World System" by Torkil Lauesen (anti-sw*den aktion)

"Sinologism: An alternative to Orientalism and postcolonialism" by Ming Dong Gu (Don't agree at ALL with the author's assessment that China has not been colonized. Not sure when I'll pick this book back up.)

"Neocolonialism: The Last Stage of Imperialism" by Kwame Nkrumah (No offense but this is kind of dry but I do intend to finish it)

"The Roots of American Individualism: Political Myth in the Age of Jackson" by Alex Zakaras (Do look forward to digging into this one whenever my interest in the topic peaks)

"Model-Minority Imperialism" by Victor Bascara (not really liking so far but I just started)

"Atrocity Fabrication and Its Consequences: "How Fake news Shapes World Order" by A.B. Abrams

Completed books/articles/films

On Zionist Literature by Ghassan Kanafani [COMPLETED]

Zionist Colonialism in Palestine by Dr. Fayez Sayegh [COMPLETED] (short and sweet only 72 pages you should read it)

How to Blow Up a Pipeline by Andreas Malm [COMPLETED]

The Jakarta Method by Vincent Bevins [COMPLETED]

The Women Outside [COMPLETED]

"Why Not Genocide? Anti-Chinese Violence in Aceh, 1965-1966" by Jess Melvin [COMPLETED]

"American Exception: Empire and the Deep State" by Aaron Good [COMPLETED]

"The Case of The Gang of Four" by Chi Hsin [COMPLETED]

"Surveillance Valley: the Secret Military History of the Internet" by Yasha Levine [COMPLETED]

"The Apprentice's Sorcerer: Liberal Tradition and Fascism" by Ishay Landa [COMPLETED]

"Maoism: A Critique From The Left", edited by Prasenjit Bose [COMPLETED]

“They Looked Askance”: American Indians and Chinese in the Nineteenth Century U.S. West [COMPLETED]

"Inventing Reality" by Michael Parenti [COMPLETED]

Collection of threads/posts of hot takes

Specifically China-related

Thread on the roots of sinophobia

Thread on the Chinese coolie slave trade

Displacement of yellow peril tropes onto China

"Han Supremacy" vs. White Supremacy

Anti-China sentiment in the Soviet Union

Snobbish/arrogant Chinese

Why are westerners so obsessed with the governance of China?!?!?

(This happens for most Asians but this thread is specifically for China) The need to make China and Chinese people into a monolith

General Racism/Orientalism

Deep Racism

Fetishism of colonial frailty

Scholarship and imperialism

Orientalist Realism

Observation: propagandists act like paparazzi

On the destruction of the orient

Similarly, on the shielding of genocidal hatred of the orient

Orientalist fascination

Potential psychological roots of orientalist/sinophobic realism

Demonizing Asian leaders to the point where they aren't seen as human beings that live in space and time

I later call this "orientalist unreality"

Miscellaneous

Imperfect mothers

Collection of threads on the devaluation of artists

Another thread on the devaluation of artists

Yet another thread on the devaluation of artists

THREE threads on the western urge to consume snuff films of Chinese workers, color coded links to help you decipher between the different links: thread 1, comparison with lynching postcards and murderabilia from Abu Ghraib; thread 2; thread 3 on how this is a form of catharsis for the insecure white westerner.

Tumblr Writing

[jacksgreysays]

Analyzing my own work seems so narcissistic, but I do consider it one of my best writing and I’m trying to figure out how the hell I did it, so here we go:

In vows under the auspices (only shooting stars) there were three requests/prompts from JohnBurtonLee that formed the foundation of the fic 1) Shikako and the Master of Death have a (seemingly romantic) relationship 2) the Sand Siblings unironically think Shikako is a god and 3) Shikako is a teacher which I prioritized roughly in that order.

Those then led to the smaller details which I used to worldbuild (oddly enough, in the opposite direction of priority):

If Shikako is a teacher, this is future fic. I don’t think she would be an Academy teacher, and while this could be Nara sealing students or KMP/ANBU trainees it wouldn't have that same close relationship as a team of genin with her as their jounin sensei. So then I had to come up with genin students who were interesting but wouldn’t require too much mental real estate from readers as three OCs. (I’ll be honest, they’re not actually OCs, but rather Naruto-ified and teenaged versions of some of my favorite characters from different media. But that’s beside the point)

Therefore the story has to feasibly be one where her genin students can be present without it being extremely OOC for Shikako—ie, her deliberately endangering those under her protection OR her bringing along kids while she’s trying to do something that requires ruthless efficiency, etc.

Then comes the Sand Siblings part. I love Kankurou so much. I just have to say that. But the literal grounding part of the three Sand Siblings is Gaara. There’s not much reason for the Kazekage to leave Suna (or Land of Wind in general) so in order for him to get involved either it’s the Chuunin Exams or Shikako and her students go to him. Chuunin Exams would, by their nature, feature the genin students more than the jounin sensei, so away mission it is.

But, again, why would you bring three genin to a different village if not for the CE—because they could just use their own local genin—unless it’s specifically for inter-village cooperation. Hence the international interdisciplinary training. And then it’s just kind of funny to saddle Kankurou with some students of his own so that he and Shikako can make snarky comments to each other with equal amounts of ammo.

So Shikako and students go to Suna to meet Gaara. Kankurou and his students escort them there. Temari is the wind, having her be somewhere at any given point in time is not too difficult and if push really came to shove, she may be in Konoha already anyway. Therefore chronologically: Kankuro then Gaara then Temari. Also, they all have to think Shikako is a god. Which, luckily, they have all already seen her be possessed by Gelel isn't too much of a stretch, but still is a bit of a jump for her to individually be a god.

Each of them have different thresholds on what constitutes a god versus a powerful shinobi and, also, they’ve seen her at peak FIGHTING THE WORLD so it can’t just be she does crazy stuff. For the theater nerd, godhood = myth and legend = storytelling, so it’s the weight of history edging into myth that would make Kankurou consider Shikako if not godly then god adjacent. For Gaara, a (former?) jinchuuriki, and thus intimately familiar with power beyond human scope, power doesn’t make him think god, benevolence and generosity is where it’s at. Because it was Gelel that soothed Shukaku within him for the first time ever. Then with Temari who has seen so much of the world, it’s about power—but not just martial power, but world shaping power, miracles. Like the Garden.

And, again, because Gelel is their main touchstone for what a god is, I had to include that.

Luckily, this is where we blend in the Master of Death stuff because that’s an easy MoD = Shinigami and Shikako = Shikabane-hime. And also I had written a previous HPxDoS ficlet in which Shikako meets MoD because she is his equal due to the three relics of her own. (Honestly, I get so referential with my work, I’m just like… time to reuse this! Ahhhhhh, reduce reuse recycle my own stuff lol)

Then my brain went. Oh, three sand siblings, three relics. Nice.

And then, going back to the original request, in which the outside POV of Shikako and MoD’s relationship is a marriage, I’m like… okay. SHE knows she’s not getting married to him, but why would other people think she is without me having to write seemingly flirtatious stuff because that’s so hard for me to do. Ok, marriage is a contract in which people pool their assets together. Alternatively, a wedding has people exchanging vows (and maybe rings?). So, cool, Shikako and MoD exchange their relics such that it looks like they are divinely married (although I never specifically mention that besides Kankurou and his students—as theater nerds—remarking on how such exchanges LOOK romantic)

So it’s actually three sand siblings, SIX relics. Okay.

Why would Shikako go through with the relic exchange? If each of the Hallows solved her current problem. (MoD’s reasons can be vague, I don’t get into his POV) So, we have to reverse engineer the problems based on the solutions.

1) Cloak of Invisibility, said to be able to hide the wearer from death. Shikako isn’t one for hiding, BUT she now has three adorable genin to protect, so there’s that. What are they hiding from if it's not the Shinigami/MoD? Edo Tensei zombies.

2) Resurrection Stone, doesn’t actually resurrect people but does allow the wearer to talk to ghosts. Again, not immediately something Shikako would need—also, she’s canonically spoken to ghosts already and she was not that impressed—BUT if you focus on the talking part and not the ghost part, ie the language part, then it would be interesting if she needs it to translate a ghost who is using a different language. What canonical different language has she encountered and wouldn’t mind speaking to again? Gelel. (At least I’m pretty sure the Gelel book she stole was in a different language? The seals in the original mine were, that’s for sure)

3) Elder Wand, aka the Death Stick, just a really powerful wand that requires right of conquest in order to wield. Even more so, not Shikako’s thing. She doesn’t need a wand, she’s already incredibly powerful without it, also, untrained in wand usage. Okay then, what is a wand? It’s a magical focus made of wood and some kind of creature core. It’s organic. Okay run with it, we already know Gelel is involved in this fic. Last time Gelel showed up they made an oasis out of a notorious death trap. Therefore, magical trees can negate necrotic energy. Such as Edo Tensei. (Or Jashin)

So Gelel’s a big part of this fic. And, if we have MoD = Shinigami, then it makes sense that Edo Tensei would be too. BUT if it was just a normal Edo Tensei, there wouldn’t be that much risk to it. Because original Edo Tensei is dependent on the summoner and I can’t believe there’s anyone who can defeat Shikako at this point, lol, EXCEPT FOR GODS.

And who is a canonical god that has defeated Shikako (or, at least, extremely traumatized her?)

It’s ya boy, Jashin.

Obviously Jashin in its entirety would be TOO much. But, Jashin flavored zombies? Not too apocalyptic, but dangerous enough that Shikako would risk summoning the Shinigami if it meant protecting her students.

Also, who do you even fight in a post world peace shinobi society? If it’s not each other, then why are there still shinobi?

Endless superpowered zombies, that’s who.

Then from there it’s a matter of matching relics with sand siblings’ sections and bridging the arcs. Zombies (+MoD) -> Gelel -> Jashin in escalating levels of desperation matches with Cloak -> Ring -> Wand for their corresponding solutions and Kankurou -> Gaara -> Temari for their POVs.

So the plot actually is, Shikako is trying to be a good jounin sensei and all this god nonsense gets in the way. Unfortunately, she is also kind of the reason behind all the god nonsense getting in her way, so she has to clean up her own (traumatizing) messes in order to be a good jounin sensei. And also the Sand Siblings are there.

… okay… typing all that out, I guess what I was trying to find out is the structure, the plot, and the themes. Which, weirdly, shakes out to: the Sand Siblings are the structure. Shikako being a jounin sensei with genin students is the plot. And MoD + Shikabane-hime are the themes?

I mean, I know it doesn’t work like that, specifically, but that kind of feels like what I did.

… so how do I do same but different? :/

also rough outline of vows under the auspices

KANKUROU 1) shikako students 2) Kank - zombies appear 3) shikako flashback 4) Kank - back to zombies, but now with MoD 5) shikako POV post zombies

GAARA 1) Gaara (and Kank) - report of previous 2) shikako students 3) Shikako POV going to the garden! 4) flashback of edo tensei zombies 5) Gaara - back to the garden, coralling the students 6) shikako PTSD battle 7) shikako post battle, pre-MoD 8) gaara - MoD appears 9) Shikako+MoD talk to Gelel 10) Gaara - shikako talking to ghosts

TEMARI 1) shikako students 2) shikako talking to MoD 3) flashback to become jounin sensei 4) student POV about talking to hokage 5) it’s jashin! 6) Temari - the inter-village alliance in Land of Ash 7) Shikako POV vs Jashin 8) Temari - A Miracle 9) student POV about Shikako’s return 10) shikako talking to MoD

My gift for JohnBurtonLee, a Dreaming of Sunshine x Harry Potter crossover!

[randomshyperson]

Rulers of The Multiverse - Wanda Maximoff x Reader - Chapter Twelve

Summary: Strange’s faulty spell will cause a series of unexpected events, from your reunion with the love of your life in another world to the appearance of a child capable of traveling across the multiverse. This story follows the journey of a very tired Guardian alongside mischievous America Chavez and Scarlet Witch.

Warnings: (+18) explicit language and sexual content, violence, a lot of magic, found family, mentions of abusive past and trauma, mind control, use of illicit substances, mostly top!reader, soulmates analogies. CW: smut, violence, mention of murder || Words: 8.236k

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Chapter Twelve - A Bunch of Books and Dreams

"The Scarlet Witch is a legendary being of great power, who at her peak, will be able to transit through the multiverse and is therefore destined to reign over all Worlds."

Wanda lets out a loud sigh with your reading. The three of you are sitting on the floor of the Library of Alexandria with dozens of open books around you. And since you lost patience with the Book of Vishanti citing the Gods as the most benevolent creatures on earth, and decided to join Wanda in her research - along with little America, who had already reread your little guide a couple of times and offered to make notes that Wanda needed - you had already found over a dozen different descriptions for what a Scarlet Witch was and her fate.

"That's another point for a ruling entity." America commented writing in a notepad on her own lap, and you - who was holding one of the Books of the Wise and Great Masters, Entities of Power from Earth-721 - closed it and tossed the item on the pile of readings before moving to grab the next one: The Book of the Damned, Earth-28.

"Just to make sure, you're certain that Chthon won't start whispering my worst fears if I try to read this, right?" you ask Wanda in a light tone, darkhold in hand, and she rolls her eyes, hiding a small smile as she straightens the Book of the Vishanti she picked up from you in front of her face.

A few more minutes pass before Wanda finds what she was looking for.

"Hey, Y/N, listen to this." She catches your eye, tracing her finger across the page containing the drawing of the Scarlet Witch and the Guardian of the Order with their backs to each other, familiar to her from one of your memories. "A Guardian's oath is taken on the first Full Moon of their Forge, with their Master Teacher and their knights present."

You frown softly, taking your attention away from the book to look at Wanda, who continues to read, "If the presence of the living Knights is not possible, the ritual must be done in close proximity to their bodies."

"That's so creepy." You grumble with a grimace, to which Wanda agrees with a nod. She mumbles a bit, skipping a few not-so-relevant sentences, before speaking again.

"If the forging is not complete, the Guardian must find a way to earn the attention of the Elder Goddess of the Eastern Star, Oshtur. The only known case of a sworn Guardian in arrears was of the Insane Aeneas, who offended Oshtur's justice by fraternizing with demons and dark magic in pursuit of greater power, falling into delirium for a millennium by performing a Malignant Forge. Aeneas paid his punishment after a thousand years, by freeing the In-Between Realm from the dominion of the Devourer of Worlds, Dormammu. Aeneas sacrificed himself and all his magic, and the benevolent Oshtur allowed him to rest beside the fallen order."

"I swear, how many times are these guys going to write Belovelent..." You mutter, managing a small laugh before Wanda snaps her fingers for you to focus.

"It doesn't say anything in here about getting sick for not carrying out an oath." She comments and you sigh thoughtfully.

"Yeah, I noticed it too." You say. "But that's the interpretation of all the masters, isn't it? And it would come as no surprise if Oshtur is a Narcissistic-"

The room shudders as if the thunder outside is on the wall, and Wanda and America give you a warning look about offending Oshtur in that place. You sigh, raising your hands in surrender before flipping through the Darkhold again. 

"Write that down then, America, great heroic act for the gods to notice me." You mutter half-ironically. "And I thought killing the mad titan was going to be enough."

America giggles but scribbles down what you asked. Wanda goes back to her reading, and you find the description of darkhold in the next fifteen minutes.

"[...] Yep, another one for the Destroyer of Worlds pile, babe." You comment as you finish reading. "Sorry." 

Wanda sighs but doesn't comment at all, closing the Book of Vishanti and putting it in another pile while you lean over to look at America's notepad, commenting with a smile that her handwriting in English has improved greatly since last time.

Wanda feels her heart warm with moments like this. Part of her mind screams at her not to get attached, but she can't help but notice how much more like a family you and America feel to her with every second you spend together.

Suddenly the cuckoo clock is ticking in the room, and the books start to turn transparent, and the three of you let out soft exclamations, trying to hurry to the exit and sharing soft laughter at the angry librarian's complaints about the hour.

Outside, it is raining heavily.

"I swear it seems like time passes faster every time we go in there." You comment waving your arms and looking at the amount of water that doesn't look like it's going to subside anytime soon.

"I wouldn't doubt it." Wanda murmurs in agreement, and she is about to suggest that you conjure up umbrellas when America runs out in the rain. "America!"

"Come on, you old ladies, it's fun!" Chavez retorts between one laugh or another, and you waste no time before going after her.

Wanda bites back a smile, watching you run around in the rain, and you stop with open arms, waiting for her. And she thinks you look beautiful.

"Come on, Wanda, I promise you won't melt." You tease with a laugh, but Wanda thinks you're wrong.

She melted a long time ago.

—--

Later and already inside the van while America - now wearing clothes that smell of sweet fabric softener and with wet hair - is sitting at the dining table with what looks like a strange card game, Wanda bumps into you on the way out of the bathroom when she decides to prepare something to eat.

It probably doesn't do her and her dreams any good to see you in a towel, but there's not much to be done when you offer an almost embarrassed smile, entering into a little dance about who will move first through the short space between the bedroom and the bathroom exit before you worsen the state she's blushing in by holding her waist and pressing her gently against the wall for room to pass.

"Sorry." You murmur and are hurrying off into the bedroom and closing the door the next second.

Wanda can see your silhouette, and you tug at the towel, so she looks away before America asks about the redness of her face.

Dinner is as amazing as all the other little moments the three of you have together. Wanda can feel her heart warming with how familiar it is to watch you make bad jokes or America steal your fries. She doesn't want to think about the stolen glances between you two or the natural complicity of doing the dishes or saying good night to America.

Despite her growing anxiety, Wanda is impressed by how casually you crash into your bed and fall asleep - as if the thought of sleeping next to her doesn't affect you much - and Wanda wishes so much that she could do the same.

She is considering an incantation when without expecting it, she falls asleep. And this time, she doesn't like her dreams one bit.

It begins in a room dimly lit by candles in chandeliers, and she is sitting in a chair that looks very much like a throne.

There is a knock on the door, and she straightens up before allowing you in. You, in what looks like creedal clothing - a brown cloak and a belt with a sword in its holster - come in and offer a short smile before approaching, wasting no time in kneeling down.

"Your Highness, I have brought what you requested." You say without looking at her, and Wanda feels a smile form on her face.

"Where is it?" she asks.

You waste no time, pulling something out of your jacket pocket. Wanda lets out a gasp when the yellow glow of the Mind Stone is in her range.

She reaches out of her dress cover, but before she can touch the necklace, she removes her glove, and when you get a glimpse of the black color of her fingers, your natural reaction is to hesitate, which is a mistake, because Wanda uses her free hand to grab your chin and force you to your previous position, her black fingers closing around the necklace.

"F-forgive me, my highness!" You ask quickly, fear stamped in your eyes. "If I may ask, what happened to-?"

"None of your concern, little dove." She cuts in with an icy voice, and pushes your face hard, the position causing you to fall backward with the loss of balance. Wanda is not affected one bit, her attention returning to the necklace in her hand. She inhales deeply, and then, "That's not the one I seek yet."

She presses the stone against her palm, shattering it as if it were pure glass, but it is a real infinity stone because a great wave of energy comes out of the object, and it has shattered and knocked down almost every bookcase, silverware, and mirror in the room.

You crawl away, scared and in shock, but Wanda watches herself conjure some kind of chains around your ankles and pull you back to her.

She throws the shards of the Stone on the floor and holds you down with her own hips, her face hovering over you.

"Shh, there's nothing to be afraid of, I haven't even started playing with you yet." She says macabrely, and when you try to scream for help, she simply shuts you up with magic, a wicked little laugh escaping her lips. "Let me take a closer look..." She whispers, ignoring your desperation as she holds your face, and forces it to the side to get a wider view of the back of your neck. She scratches her fingers on the skin at the nape and lets out a disappointed sigh. "Not my guardian yet, just another pretty knight."

Suddenly, chains of magic are holding your hands high above your body, and you try to struggle, begging gasps as you see Wanda reach for one of the shards of glass closer. 

She meets her own gaze in the broken mirror across the room, a short smile escaping her lips that whispers "Noisy" which makes her whole body shiver from head to toe before she watches herself turn her attention to you twitching in despair below her, and without any fear, she snaps the shard against your neck and rips-

Wanda jumps out of bed gasping with fright. She is surprised that she hasn't yelled out honestly. The dream is so vivid that she has trouble blinking back to reality, and recognizing your concerned voice and touch on her shoulder.

"It's okay, Wanda, it was just a bad dream." You whispered in a sleepy voice, kissing her cheek and stroking her hair. And Wanda could only cry. 

Did her just-

"I'll get you some water." You mumble but she holds your hands tightly.

"N-no." She asks in a whining voice. "Don’t go anywhere...just… it okay if we sleep in the same bed?"

You blink in surprise but offer her a smile so sweet that Wanda can only feel an even worse wave of guilt over the dream. 

"Of course my love." That is all you say to her before passing your arms around her. Wanda hugs you back, hiding her face in the curve of your neck, and inhaling deeply.

It is only when your beds are together again, and you are snuggled completely underneath one comforter, and Wanda can hear your soft breathing and your heart beating in your chest, that she can go back to sleep.

—---

The next day Wanda is practically running on automatic.

You woke her up completely entwined with her, kissed her cheek, and made pancakes, and Wanda could only remember her own horrible nightmare.

She was convinced that so much magical reading was driving her insane, and was about to suggest that they stop it when America found a passage in the second edition of her pocket guide-which Aarif said had been added to her record and the girl had been devouring for the last few minutes - and Wanda almost fainted.

"Listen to this, people!" America started to get your attention, the little book at eye level. "Rare are the beings capable of traveling through the vast multiverse, but it is common knowledge that the vast majority of creatures have been gifted with the ability to connect with their other lives. Forest people can converse with their versions through natural rituals at sunset, and humans have the ability, from the first second of life, to glimpse, and even connect, with their alternate consciousness from universes other than their own. This ability receiving the name of dreams-"

"No fucking way!" You cut in with an excited exclamation, moving closer to an equally excited America. Wanda would have said something about language around a child, but she was busier trying not to despair at having just discovered that the other night's dream was actually a memory from the other life. "Oh my god, that's so cool! When I was a kid, I once dreamed of a park completely made of cotton candy! Some variant of me is having a blast!"

America laughed, beginning to share dreams as well. But soon you noticed Wanda's silence and interrupted your own babbling on the subject by asking if she was all right.

"You look a little pale, sweetheart." You commented with a frown, but Wanda's forcing a laugh. 

"What? No, I'm fine. It must be because we've been locked in here all day." She lies quickly, getting up. "I'm going to ask Aarif something, I'll be right back." 

She's getting out of the room faster than you might ask.

It is Aarif who finds Wanda actually - trying to control a panic attack behind a pillar - and he sighs softly.

"Are you having some of the human diseases?" He asked, and he had a Medical Guide to Diseases - Earth Species flying into his hand in the next second. "Please do not vent any kind of human residues on the edges of the library."

Wanda laughs breathlessly, shaking her head. She takes a deep breath before raising her gaze to him. "I'm fine, you don't need that." She says speaking over the book. "It was just a malaise."

"Excessive reading can cause exhaustion, and pushy travelers often get tired, so time speeds up for the preservation of your health." Comments the birdman, offering nothing more than a gentle nod to Wanda's surprise before he begins to walk away into the distance.

She wastes no time in going after him. "Wait, Aarif!" She says, and the man, despite slowing down, continues to push his cart of books that fly by as they are in the right aisle. "I wanted to ask you something."

"Aarif doesn't like questions." He retorts.

"I know, but can it be just one?" Aarif sighs but nods quietly. Wanda swallows dryly. "Is it true that dreams are vision's of other worlds?"

"Yes."

"Shit." Wanda immediately grumbles, receiving a raised eyebrow in surprise from the other, "Sorry."

"Curses are expressions of anger in the language of human beings. Did Aarif upset you?"

"Oh, no Aarif, not you!" Wanda quickly assures half-heartedly. "I just... Well, I had a really bad dream last night, and it's not the best of news to find out that it actually happened."

He sighs in understanding. "Aarif doesn't know if it will be any consolation, Miss Maximoff, but there is no temporal connection between the dreams. You may have watched something that happened a thousand years ago in a dead universe. Or something that is happening in the same cosmic time equivalent."

Wanda frowned slightly. "I'm sorry, what does that mean?" She asks and adds quickly. "I promise that's the last question!"

Aarif laughed softly. "Time works differently in each universe. Each world has its own flow of time happening, and the dreams that humans share can sometimes come late, in a way. Some masters even believed they could come early, but Aarif thinks it's impossible."

Wanda bit her tongue to avoid asking why next. Instead, she decided to skirt around it. "It was something really scary, Aarif. Something I would never want any version of me to have done."

Aarif sighs again. "I am sorry, Miss Maximoff. In the vast multiverse, creatures often find versions of themselves committing atrocities that are beyond imagination. The laws of probability reach everything, and everything that can will happen. It's nothing to take to your heart."

Wanda swallows dryly, nodding. "It's really a shame that I can't stop some things from happening."

Aarif murmurs in agreement, returning some books to the shelves. Wanda is almost leaving him alone when the man adds:

"Look on the bright side of things, Miss Maximoff. Your friend, the Chavez girl is here, even if her world is not yet born, you were gifted with her. Sometimes being early isn't always a bad thing."

Wanda's eyes widened at the revelation, but when Aarif asked if she was feeling sick again, she quickly clarified that she was just tired.

The clock sped up.

—---

Aarif led you all to the door.

"Three days, goodbye, goodbye, don't come back in this life." Dismissed the birdman, using his wings to push you three out.

You laughed in spite of everything. "At least you got us to the door, eh, bird-face!"

"Don't come back here even after death, please, guardian L/N." Murmured the man and you gave a soft grimace.

America was waving goodbye, but you stepped forward before the man closed the door.

"Please, just one last question, about the way back-"

Aarif sighs interrupting you by raising his hand.

"The road, Miss Maximoff." He says. "It is called the All-Way Road, Aarif assumed you would have realized by now that you are in the In-Between Realm, but travelers never know. The road gets you where you need to go, but if you are in a hurry, Miss Chavez can help. Goodbye."

He closes the door without fear, and this time, the doorknob disappears. 

"What were you going to ask him?" Wanda asks curiously, and you shake your head.

"If I could back up the sidewalk at the library, but that was far more instructive." You reply getting giggles from the other two. 

America uses the step to jump on your shoulders, and you carry her to the van at a brisk jog.

"I guess we're on the road to the gods now, I hope they're planning something heroic so I can kick their asses." You comment once you're behind the wheel, and despite the shuddering skies, the car starts moving.

Wanda was trying to find the right moment to tell you about what she had discovered, both about the dreams and about America and her unborn world.

While she didn't want to scare the girl, she also knew what it felt like to have the truth kept from her, and she didn't want that between them. So, about fifteen minutes down the road, she took a deep breath and got up from the passenger seat - squeezing your shoulder gently and receiving an affectionate smile - and joined America on the couch, busy with a magic cube that would never complete itself, and which Wanda was sure had been your magic trying to keep the girl occupied.

"Hey sweetheart, can we talk?"

America offered Wanda a gentle smile, but when Wanda told her what she came to say, she had tears in her eyes.

"[...] So, does that mean I can't go home?"

You let the car drive itself, and joined them.

"I don't know America, I'm sorry." Wanda continued as you knelt at their height, holding one of America's hands. "Aarif just said that your world hasn't been born yet, but maybe, we just need to wait. And look, Y/N is going to meet with the gods, and maybe she can ask..."

You shake your head quickly, exchanging a look with Wanda. "Hey, kiddo, I know it's not very good news, but... um, you're not going to be alone okay?" You assure her with a smile. "I'll keep my promise until your world is born. And even if it never happens. We get to travel, and I could even buy a house if you want, and you learn to control your powers and -"

America cuts you off with a tight hug. She's crying a little, but you stroke her back gently, and Wanda strokes her hair. "Thank you." She sniffles softly.

"No problem, darling."

When she breaks the hug, you offer her another smile, but America swallows dryly and asks hesitantly.

"Can... Can Wanda be with us too?"

You give a surprised laugh. "If she wants to..."

But Wanda swallows dryly, frowning. 

She wants to. With all her heart. But she can still remember the feeling of the shard of glass against her fingers.

"Let's just find your heroic act first, guardian." That's what she says, and you give a weak laugh, muttering to America that you could still convince her. 

Wanda backs away back into the passenger seat, and America says she's tired and retreats to her own room.

You returned to the wheel in silence but didn't stay that way for more than five minutes.

"What else did you ask Aarif, sweetheart?" 

Wanda swallowed dryly. She could lie, but there was no reason to prolong this, even if her chest was burning with guilt and shame.

And honestly, you knew her so well it was almost annoying. 

"I had a bad dream and I wondered if it was really a memory from another life."

You sigh softly at her confession, but you don't take your eyes off the road even though you don't really need to pay attention.

"In that dream...did you hurt me?"

Wanda felt the air leave her lungs, but when she looked away and noticed your not at all guilty and almost embarrassed semblance, she frowned.

"How...?"

"I dreamed about you the day we got here." You interrupted without meeting her gaze, twiddling your fingers together. "I had some kind of sword, and I used it to stop you. It was some kind of corrupted world, and when I was done with you, it was my turn."

"Y/N..."

"I'm sorry for not saying anything." You cut in again with a sad smile, and when you meet Wanda's eyes, she can see the tears. "But it's just that it's not easy to say these things. I will find a solution for us, Wanda, even if I have to remove my forge to do it."

Wanda reaches out for your forearm.

"Don't say that." She urges. "I know what the Book of Vishanti says about the forge. And yours saved your life. Removing it would be the same as taking it away, and I can't-" Wanda interrupts herself before she starts to cry. Taking a deep breath, she forced a smile. "Besides, you love your magic. We should keep our agreement, and when this is over, we each go back to our own universe. You'll have America, and I..." She swallowed dryly. "I'll be fine."

But you shook your head softly. "I'm sorry, but I'll never leave you alone again, Wanda. I'll just go tell the gods and their prophecies to fuck off." You assure her, scrunching your nose adorably, and turning your attention back to the steering wheel because the road vibrated a little, and you didn't want the car to lose control.

Wanda lets out a shy chuckle, settling back into the passenger seat and hugging her own legs. 

"Hey, what kind of heroic act do you think would be enough for the gods to notice me?" You pull up a conversation a moment later, moving your hands to turn on the radio.

Wanda smiles, "I could conjure up some monsters for you to kill."

You widen your eyes and open your mouth in an excited expression as if Wanda had come up with the best idea of the century, and she laughs in immediate denial. 

—----

It must be almost two in the morning - if time has any meaning in this place - when you start to yawn.

Wanda is practically asleep in the passenger seat, and you poke her gently in the ribs to call her into the bedroom.

"You know I don't trust that spell." She murmurs over the enchanted steering wheel but doesn't insist too much because you are pushing her by the hips toward the bed.

You lie on your backs to each other and fall into a comfortable silence for long minutes until you realize that neither has really managed to catch up on sleep. You turn at the same time as her, resting your face on your folded arm as Wanda settles hers on her own pillow.

"I'm scared." She confesses softly, her eyes half tired but watching you intently.

"Of falling asleep?" 

"Of hurting you." She retorts and you lift your fingers to her cheeks, caressing her skin that warms to your touch.

"You could never hurt me." You whisper, moving your hand away to your own t-shirt. Wanda blinks in confusion, and it didn't help that you suddenly sit up in bed, and remove the garment with one motion. "See here. First Avengers training, and you were my partner. You threw an energy ball right here." You counted pointing to your shoulder. "And of course, I was too busy drooling on you to deflect it. But see, no marks. And here, one time, we were trying power-free training and you hit me right in the face." You continue telling with a sweetness and nostalgia that makes Wanda smile while you’re pointing at your chin. "It hurt like hell, and it cut a little, and the first thing you did was get a first aid kit."

You continued counting for a few minutes, until Wanda swallowed dry, and found her hand on the bed.

"This is all very sweet, but you know I'm not talking about training injuries or pretend fights." She interrupts upset, and you swallow dryly, nodding.

You shift a little on the bed to get closer and pull her hand until Wanda's palm is on your low back, and she blinks in surprise and curiosity.

"Most of them have faded, but you can still feel those." You murmured, and Wanda traced the thin scars on your skin. 

"They are from..."

"The Mirrored Dimension." You clarify with a nod, and Wanda swallows dryly, pushing your hand away. "I'm just showing you that-"

"I can hurt you." She interrupts making you sigh in frustration. Before she pulls away completely, you grasp her forearm and pull her palm against your chest, the position making Wanda sit up begrudgingly. "Y/N, what-"

"Try." You ask earnestly. "Try using your magic on me."

"What? N-no, I-"

"Come on Wanda." You insist, placing your free hand on her chest. "I'll do the same to you."

"That's the worst idea you've ever had, I swear."

"Trust me."

The worst part is that she did trust. So she concentrated, guiding the magic into her palm as she felt yours become warm as well.

You offered her a small smile. "On 3."

"2."

"1". You counted and she closed her eyes before stimulating the magic outward. Expecting a noise, and expecting the pain of yours, Wanda was surprised by the sound of your chuckle.

"It tickles." That's what you whispered, and when you pushed magic into her, she giggled too, sharing the feeling. 

"What...?"

"I told you." You casually retorted as you shrugged and lowered your hand. "Equivalent magics, Wands. We're not meant to hurt each other, no matter what the gods or the books say."

You offer her an assuring smile, and stretch, saying that you are tired. You lie back down again, and Wanda swallows dryly, twisting her fingers in her lap.

"Go to sleep, witchy, we have a heroic act to look for." You scoff softly, and with your eyes closed. Wanda smiles a little and lies down beside you.

She manages to resist the urge to touch your back for almost 30 whole seconds and thinks it is one of her greatest achievements.

You sigh softly as you feel her fingers, but it turns into a soft choke as Wanda lets the magic flow through them, and watches the scarlet witch tattoo form.

"There was nothing in the book about this." She comments tracing her fingers across the design. You swallow dryly, trying to disguise the growing excitement in your body as you adjust your face against the pillow.

"Maybe it's just a coincidence."

Wanda gives an incredulous chuckle. "A magic tattoo on your back about me? I don't think so."

"Wanda..." You moan softly when she scratches unintentionally, and the woman blinks in surprise at the sound, feeling her face burn, though her touch doesn't waver.

"How does it feel..." She begins in a mix of curiosity and desire, bringing her mouth close to the height of your ear while pressing her open palm into your back. "When do I touch you here?"

You gasp again, hiding your face in the mattress. Wanda watches in wonder at the other signs: the way your thighs are pressed together, one hand gripping the blanket tightly, your shallow breathing, the heat emerging from your skin-

"Stop doing that." You murmur, your voice muffled against the pillow. "I...fuck, it's really hard not to kiss you when you do that."

Wanda pulls away with a surprised sigh, and when her hand isn't touching your back, she watches you grunt against the pillow, trying to breathe normally again. 

"I’m sorry, Wanda." You mumble almost guiltily, still on your back, and she doesn't even know what you are apologizing for. She doesn't think she even cares. "Just give me a minute."

You take another moment to take a deep breath, running your hand over to wipe away some of the excess sweat before you look at her, your cheeks half reddened.

"Hey." You greet embarrassed, clearing your throat at the way Wanda is looking at you in anticipation. "Sorry, I don't...I don't mean to make things awkward."

"What was that about?" Wanda asks more impressed than anything, but you, trapped in your own shame, understand that she is repressing you.

"Damn, sorry, I know it's... weird." You mumble frowning. "I don't know what happened either. But I think it's some kind of bonding spell or something. I had only felt it once before, when I helped my Wanda get forged, and it was nothing like now. It was painful and suffocating. B-but with you, damn it, with you it's incredible!" You explain affectedly trying not to blush so hard. "I had never felt the spell again, I didn't even know it was still here until that day in the cube. It must have to do with your magic because when we... hmm, were first together, you didn't, well that hadn't happened. And now it does."

"But what do you feel?"

You sigh in frustration. " Well, come on, Wanda, it's almost like-damn it, it's almost like you can make me finish with just a touch!"

"Oh." Wanda exclaims in surprise, feeling her face burn as well. But you sigh again.

"But it's not just that!" You continue. "I feel like ... well I just feel you."

"Me?" she asks affectedly, and you swallow dryly, nodding.

"Yeah, all you." You retort. "It's an attraction, very, very strong. It makes me want to touch you and hold you. Not just... fuck. But to be close. Every inch of me."

Wanda swallows dryly, nodding and leaning in until your foreheads are touching. "I feel that too, my love. Even without the magic tattoo." She confesses in a soft tone, managing to get you to laugh briefly at the joke at the end.

"I didn't say anything before because I didn't want it to be weird." You mutter with your eyes closed. "That, and well, you kind of broke up with me."

It is Wanda's turn to laugh softly. She brings a hand to your cheek and sighs softly when you entwine her waist to pull her closer.

"There's something I didn't tell you, too, because I thought it would make things awkward."

"Really?"

"Mm-hmm." She replies by tracing lines along your face. "Promise you won't make fun of me."

"I probably will." It is your response that makes her chuckle softly, burying her face in the curve of your neck. You caress her back for a moment, and it's almost as if she's not going to tell you anymore when Wanda suddenly whispers: "I've had other dreams about you." 

You blink in surprise, already preparing to repeat to her that nothing bad was going to happen to you two when Wanda's hot panting on your skin makes you lose your line of thought. She seems to have taken the courage to confess more when she brings her mouth to the height of your ear.

"I dreamed we were fucking." She whispers huskily, the thick accent making you roll your eyes softly, your body shuddering with the wave of heat that hits your lower abdomen. "But I want it to be more than just that in reality."

You nod, coming closer. "It's already more than that, Wanda."  You tell her softly and she hugs you back, sighing as she feels your bodies fitting together. 

She calls your name in a whisper receiving a hum back. "Can you.... can you kiss me to sleep?"

"Oh, I would love that." You meekly confess before breaking the embrace, only to hover over Wanda waiting for a confirmation.

She smiles at you, returning her hand to your cheek, "And it's okay if, tomorrow, we kiss again?"

It was your turn to smile, nodding before resting your forehead on hers. "Wanda, darling, I would kiss you every day of my life for as long as you let me."

"Start now." She demands half impatiently and affected, managing a short laugh before you break the distance.

You kiss her slowly at first, trying to satisfy the craving you felt for the sensation with one of your hands steady on Wanda's hips as she leaves hers on your face, matching the intensity as she follows your tongue.

But then it gets hungrier, one of your hands sliding to her thigh to guide it to move over your hips - the cue Wanda gladly follows - and the affected sigh you both let out makes your body warm, and your heart races in your ears. 

Wanda takes control of the kiss and explores every inch of your mouth, her hips following the pace, wiggling on top of you as she moves, and the feel of your breasts together and your thigh between her legs from where you can feel the heat of her center gets a sound from your throat that makes her break the kiss with a bite on your lower lip, a teasing tug to gets a groan out of you. 

She stares at you with completely darkened eyes and parted lips, and you can't find any reason to have ever stopped.

"Wanda, can I..." You begin in a hoarse voice, swallowing dryly to push the desire from your brain and speak clearly. "Can I take off your clothes?"

She smiles mischievously, raising an eyebrow at you, and pulls away a little only for with a flick of her fingers, all the clothes are gone. You grunt softly at the image of her breasts, or the feel of her core now without any covering on your thigh.

Wanda bites her lip watching the effect she has on you, and you pull her closer by the hips, getting a soft sigh from the friction of the movement.

You kiss her again, still calm but intense, and Wanda melts. As she slides her tongue against yours, making your head spin, you let out a deep moan before feeling her rub against your thigh, the wetness dripping onto your skin and making your body warm. Wanda shudders when the friction is precise, breaking the kiss with a gasping moan, and your hands hold her by the waist to guide her movements. She meets your gaze again, her brow slightly furrowed and her cheeks rosy, but she doesn't stop moving, the friction of your skin against her clit pulling gasp moans from her lips. 

You bite your lips as you watch her, your own core throbbing with the absolutely sinful image in front of you, and when Wanda wriggles around again, starting to bounce more frantically against you in an attempt to reach her high, you can't help but latch onto her breasts at your eye level. She almost screams when your mouth wraps around her nipple, sucking hard.

You continue licking and sucking the tip of her nipples, giving them both equal attention as you guide Wanda's movements against your thigh. All she can do in return is whimper, feeling the knot in her belly about to break at any second.

"Detka, you're gonna... m-make me come..." Wanda tries to warn you between breathless moans, and you give a husky little laugh, releasing her nipple with a pop, and lifting your face to her.

"That's the goal, baby." You prompt back, one hand releasing her hip to move your fingers to her clit and the new pressure of your thumb makes Wanda throw her head back. "Come on pretty girl, cum for me."

That alone is enough for Wanda to fall off the edge, a loud moan ripping through her throat as she spills herself onto your thigh, and you watch her with adoration, letting your hand rest on her waist as she spasms through her orgasm on top of you.

Wanda kisses you again, hard but slowly and making you smile. 

But your grin turns into a gasping sigh when she slides her hand down, taking advantage of your distraction to guide her fingers to your pussy, collecting your wetness and spreading it all over your entrance and swollen clit. Wanda breaks the kiss with a satisfied hum.

"Just watching me made you this wet, malyshka?" She teases hoarsely against your lips, and you feel your face heat up, Wanda's fingers motioning up and down along your soaked folds and making you shiver in anticipation, your hands dropping down to grab the sheets as Wanda adjusts herself to get a better look at you. 

"Don't torture me, Wanda." You beg breathlessly looking up at her with a slight frown, and your abdomen twitching. The redhead licks her lips. 

"You look so pretty like this." She compliments leaning her face toward you again, but you can't kiss her, the intention to reciprocate turning into an affected moan as Wanda slides two fingers into you slowly, filling you as deeper as she can go and watching every reaction of your body with a smile on her face. "Begging for my touch." She adds in a whisper against your lips, and you can only grunt back, throbbing in her fingers. 

She holds still until you grow impatient, your body vibrating. You throw your hips against her hand, a gasping sigh escaping as you command "Move." that makes Wanda bite her lips and raise a brow at you. She just slides her thumb to your clit, and presses into circling motions until you whimper. "W-wanda."

"What, is there something you want?" She teases without stopping her movements, applying a little more pressure in your clit that makes your walls clench tight in her digits, the feeling taking a heavy sigh from both of you. "Ask nicely."

"P-please, Wanda." You whimper at once, your face burning but embarrassment doesn't overcome the liquid arousal in your body, and the redhead murmurs contentedly, sliding out and making you choke as she enters you again, trying to find a rhythm as she watches your reactions. 

As she finds it, and figures out the way to curl her fingers inside that make you arch your back, hips trying to match the speed, Wanda kisses you again, swallowing all your breathless moans until the knot in your belly explodes and waves of pleasure spread through your body, curling your toes. You fall backward off the bed, breathing out of rhythm, and Wanda watches you with adoration shining in her eyes, her fingers slipping in your cunt with ease. The overstimulation makes you jerk, and you lift one hand to grasp her wrist.

"Too much, baby." You warn, and Wanda sighs, sliding her fingers out. She feels her face heat up when you guide her hand to her face heigh. "Open it up. You can have a taste."

Wanda tries to hold eye contact, but as soon as she tastes you on her tongue, she rolls her eyes and closes them, sucking her own fingers eagerly, and you groan, a strong heat wave hitting your lower abdomen with the image. "Come sit on my face." You ask.

Wanda lowers her hand from her mouth, letting it rest on your thigh, her brow slightly arched. "But I wanna make you feel good, too." She reasons, making you chuckle breathlessly.

"I promise I feel amazing with your pussy in my mouth." You retort and her cheeks turn pink, but she giggles shyly. She looks ready to follow your command when as she straightens up, her gaze notices something in the bedside drawers, and she bites back a small smile. She leans over you - breasts at face height that you waste no time in putting your mouth on it, sucking and making her flinch and almost lose track of what she was doing - until she reaches for the toy.

She settles back against your thigh, holding the fake cock in her hand, an impressed and surprised expression in your direction.

"I suppose this is your subconscious solution?" She mocks and you shrug, hands on her thighs.

"We could try it." You say drawing patterns on her skin. Wanda bites back a smile, nodding in agreement. She pats your leg to get you to open up more to her, and you sigh as you settle better in the bed, getting ready. She goes to adjust the toy, grinning mischievously when the strings of the strap magically appear as soon as she is at the correct height, and works quickly to fasten. But once it fits, you let out a gasping sigh that makes her look up with curiosity.

"Wanda, I can fucking feel it." You explained with a warm face, your gaze on the fake cock she still squeezed between her one hand. She frowned softly.

"Bullshit." She retorts, but seeing the redness of your cheeks, she gives a tentative squeeze and you gasp, twitching on the mattress. She lets out an incredulous giggle. "Oh my god."

Your fingers try to pull her up quickly. "Sit on me, please, baby."  You practically whimper, and Wanda moves excitedly, but you both miscalculate how good the feeling really is when she lines up your cock, tip teasing her warm entrance just for a second before she slides it in at once, a scream ripping through her throat - you have a lot of trouble ignoring the absolute delight of having Wanda's pussy squeezing the toy to cover her mouth with one hand, and the other behind her head - while you muffle your own moan with a bite on her shoulder. She doesn't move at first, trying not to come all at once while being stretched out. You need a few seconds to calm down as well, moving your hands back to her hips just a moment later.

"Fuck malyshka, it's even warm." Wanda moans softly as she gives a tentative wiggle on it and you choke as you are able to feel her entire cunt, the way she's soaking wet, walls clenching with her quick heartbeat. 

"I'm gonna start moving, okay?"  You ask and Wanda nods quickly, and you quietly settle her better, moving your face back to hers to kiss her and waiting for Wanda to reciprocate to thrust your hips upward, eliciting a loud moan from her when your fake cock hits a sweet spot. You try a slow speed, thrusting deep inside her cunt and feeling her dripping onto  the toy and her thighs; but Wanda is on the verge of combustion - whimpering each time your cock fills her - and she instinctively hugs your body, her hands on your back and shoulder.

"Baby, you're so fucking tight." You moan affectedly being able to feel her pussy throbbing against the toy, and you grab better at her hips to increase the speed, making Wanda moan loudly while throwing her head back.  You carry on your motions, and the prolonged strokes into her sweet spot make Wanda dig her nails into your back, sending a strong wave of warm pleasure straight to your core. "God, f-fuck me." You whimper, feeling your whole body burning and twitching with the magical stimulation. Wanda whines when as you turn her over on the bed all at once, pressing her against the pillows and sinking inside her again, the new position drives your cock even deeper.

"Detka, d-don't stop...I'm going to..." She begs breathlessly, but she doesn't even need to, because you are fucking her with such intensity now that Wanda is seeing stars, the strokes so deep and hard that she has to dig her nails into your skin for some support.  She feels the knot explode, and her whole body is wrapped in waves of blinding pleasure, but you don't stop your thrusts, her pussy clenching your cock all the way in and out as the toy keeps filling her to the bottom. She twitches beneath you, but all you do is swallow her moans with intense kisses as you slide your fingers back to her pussy, pressing her swollen clit with your thumb, circling around until the slight pain of the overestimation of your thrusts turns to burning pleasure again, and Wanda whimpers against your tongue, one of her legs closing behind yours to pull you closer.

The toy feels funny - really very warm like the rest of your body - but it's not a real extension of you, or so you assume. But Wanda is so tight and soaked, the sounds of your thrusts echo in the room along with yours and her moans, and you just want to ease the knot in your abdomen and make Wanda feels good - and by the way her pussy is clenching tightly onto your cock, her hips frantically trying to match your pace and her nails are digging into your back and arm, you can tell she's almost there too. 

So you call out to Wanda, asking her to look at you. She has trouble doing so, and you grunt when she finally does, impressed to find red irises, not realizing that yours are golden as well.

You feel yourself falling over the edge, and you thrust hard inside one last time, your cock slipping easily between her soaked folds, and deep inside, you come. With the feeling of your warm cum against her throbbing walls, Wanda comes with a cry of pleasure, arching her back in the bed and spilling down the toy and her thighs. You both let out satisfied moans, and you rest your face against her collarbone as you calm down.

"That was something else, right?" Wanda comments breathlessly, to which you just give an affected laugh, agreeing in her collarbone. "Hey, I felt..." She starts but seems to lose her nerve. You blink wearily, raising your head slightly to look at her.

"What?" you insist and Wanda chuckle shyly.

"It's no big deal, I kinda felt pretty good actually, but I just... I think you came inside me."

"Oh." You murmured in surprise, looking down. You could still feel Wanda - pussy clenching just softly throughout orgasm - and you slid out quickly, getting sighs from both of you. You bit your lips at the state of the toy, soaked up with your juices, and just as magic worked quickly to release the item from your waist, you took the toy in your hand, spinning it around a bit. "Hmm, I think it's one of those pre-filled types." You explain, making a small grimace afterward. "Is it weird that my subconscious has something like that?"

Wanda laughs softly, her hands on your face to make you look at her. "No more than any of the other things." She comments making you laugh as well. "Don't worry about it, I was just surprised at how it felt. And it's not like you can get me pregnant." She jokes to which you also laugh, throwing the toy back in the drawers and moving your hand to Wanda's hip. 

"The advantages of sapphic sex, I suppose." You murmur and Wanda laughs again before kissing you more intensely now. 

--//--

A/N-> I'm like soo busy and i'm sorry this took the whole day to be up, but at least is here!! In case you're not familiar with the comics, America is from the Utopian Parallel, a dimension created by the Demiurge, who Billy Maximoff will yet become.